Tag: AP

Yeah, shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me
No baby, your collection, won’t stand for it
You know you’re in relationship with all us
I get a few texts a day sayin’, "It’s all yours"
I got a few states on speed dial like good drugs
Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh
Hundred new purse for a brat, uh, come to the street, new Jag
Chart broke, bitch ’bout to drag
Nigga had M’s ‘fore ass
Got a brand new bitch, who that?
Rock the flooded AP, all black
White toes, give me a tan
Cocaine, kill it, ten
All a bitch wanna do is shine
Audemars, pick which kind
I made you a starter
You went from a dime to a quarter
I cheat code the projects
I’m leaving that loud in apartments, yeah
Don’t play with a sergeant, I’m ready to spoil it
She suckin’ my dick, I’m hidin’ in the closet
I’m hidin’ the dope, three mil’ in the room
You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons
Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me
I bought the jet-skis
Give me the yacht please
I made you queen status
Check out my lean status
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I put my dick inside her mouth before she left
Yeah, I built relationships with all my bitches, yes
I put my dick right in her mouth before she act
I got your bitch in a backpack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room
Got a penthouse in the back, it ain’t my main room
Tamika, Jo and Porsche kept it silent
That’s the only reason I let ’em fly private
Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me

Ayy, new freezer
You know what it was when you synced up, ayy
Dat way, yuh, yuh, yeah dat way

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (ooh)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (yuh)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (new freezer)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (new freezer)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (dat way)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Ooh, money way (money)
Diamonds, flexin’ (flex, woo)
I woke up rich, spend a grip on a necklace (yuh)
I put the plug on three way (plug)
Maserati go speed race (yeah)
Drop a baby on a bitch face (woah)
More ice flexin’ this way (ice)
We put the world on the wave (the wave)
Don’t give a f*ck ’cause I’m paid (woo)
More Act in a lemonade (Act)
The pharmacy knowin’ my name (my name)
I f*ck that bitch ’cause she bougie (she bougie)
She suck my dick in the movies (yuh)
Trap jumpin’ like 23
She a foreign lil’ freak (freak)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Big shot, hollup, wait
Peanut butter insides
Look, outside
Cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Rule of the day, get a view every day
Get a bitch with a tan by the pool every day
Get a clique with a plan, give a jewel every day
I never sleep, I gotta eat, I gotta dance
I Milly Rock when I get that advance
How can I shop with like 64 M’s?
Talkin’ to Top about business again
He want a lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twinny twin twins, yeah, yeah
Ayy, bitch (bitch), where your friends? Yeah, yeah
(Hollup) Switch (hollup) she want in, yeah, yeah
Ball ’em in, fallin’ in bundles of flowers like Parliament
Never know, big dawg like ours

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Ayy, new freezer
You know what it was when you synced up, ayy
Dat way, yuh, yuh, yeah dat way

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (ooh)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (yuh)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (new freezer)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (new freezer)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (dat way)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Ooh, money way (money)
Diamonds, flexin’ (flex, woo)
I woke up rich, spend a grip on a necklace (yuh)
I put the plug on three way (plug)
Maserati go speed race (yeah)
Drop a baby on a bitch face (woah)
More ice flexin’ this way (ice)
We put the world on the wave (the wave)
Don’t give a fuck ’cause I’m paid (woo)
More Act in a lemonade (Act)
The pharmacy knowin’ my name (my name)
I fuck that bitch ’cause she bougie (she bougie)
She suck my dick in the movies (yuh)
Trap jumpin’ like 23
She a foreign lil’ freak (freak)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Big shot, hollup, wait
Peanut butter insides
Look, outside
Cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Rule of the day, get a view every day
Get a bitch with a tan by the pool every day
Get a clique with a plan, give a jewel every day
I never sleep, I gotta eat, I gotta dance
I Milly Rock when I get that advance
How can I shop with like 64 M’s?
Talkin’ to Top about business again
He want a lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twinny twin twins, yeah, yeah
Ayy, bitch (bitch), where your friends? Yeah, yeah
(Hollup) Switch (hollup) she want in, yeah, yeah
Ball ’em in, fallin’ in bundles of flowers like Parliament
Never know, big dawg like ours

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)

Lyrics Rich the Kid – New freezer

Ayyy, new freezer
You know what it was when you synced up, ayy
Dat way, yuh, yuh, yeah dat way.

My b*tch too foreign, need a visa
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater
Two seater
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP
New freezer
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands
Hop off a jet to a check when I land
My b*tch too foreign, need a visa
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater
Two seater
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP
New freezer
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands
Hop off a jet to a check when I land.

Ooh, money way
Diamonds, flexin’ (flex, woo)
I woke up rich, spend a grip on a necklace (yuh)
I put the plug on three way (plug)
Maserati go speed race (yeah)
Drop a baby on a b*tch face (woah)
More ice flexin’ this way (ice)
We put the world on the wave (the wave)
Don’t give a f*ck ’cause I’m paid (woo)
More Act in a lemonade (Act)
The pharmacy knowin’ my name (my name)
I f*ck that b*tch ’cause she bougie (she bougie)
She suck my dick in the movies (yuh)
Trap jumpin’ like 23
She a foreign lil’ freak (freak).

My b*tch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (b*tch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My b*tch too foreign, need a visa (b*tch)
I don’t need her versuri-lyrics.info
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP (b*tch)
New freezer
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land.

Big shot, hollup, wait
Peanut butter insides
Look, outside
Cocaine white, body look like Gentiles
Rule of the day, get a view every day
Get a b*tch with a tan by the pool every day
Get a clique with a plan, give a jewel every day
I never sleep, I gotta eat, I gotta dance
I Milly Rock when I get that advance
How can I shop with like 64 M’s?
Talkin’ to Top about business again
He want a lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twinny twin twins, yeah, yeah
Ayy, b*tch (b*tch), where your friends? Yeah, yeah
(Hollup) Switch (hollup) she want in, yeah, yeah
Ball ’em in, fallin’ in bundles of flowers like Parliament
Never know, big dawg like ours.

My b*tch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (b*tch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My b*tch too foreign, need a visa (b*tch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP (b*tch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I landdd.
Rich the Kid lyrics
Video freezer

Ayy, new freezer
You know what it was when you synced up, ayy
Dat way, yuh, yuh, yeah dat way

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (ooh)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (yuh)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (new freezer)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (new freezer)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (dat way)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Ooh, money way (money)
Diamonds, flexin’ (flex, woo)
I woke up rich, spend a grip on a necklace (yuh)
I put the plug on three way (plug)
Maserati go speed race (yeah)
Drop a baby on a bitch face (woah)
More ice flexin’ this way (ice)
We put the world on the wave (the wave)
Don’t give a f*ck ’cause I’m paid (woo)
More Act in a lemonade (Act)
The pharmacy knowin’ my name (my name)
I f*ck that bitch ’cause she bougie (she bougie)
She suck my dick in the movies (yuh)
Trap jumpin’ like 23
She a foreign lil’ freak (freak)

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[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Big shot, hollup, wait
Peanut butter insides
Look, outside
Cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Rule of the day, get a view every day
Get a bitch with a tan by the pool every day
Get a clique with a plan, give a jewel every day
I never sleep, I gotta eat, I gotta dance
I Milly Rock when I get that advance
How can I shop with like 64 M’s?
Talkin’ to Top about business again
He want a lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twinny twin twins, yeah, yeah
Ayy, bitch (bitch), where your friends? Yeah, yeah
(Hollup) Switch (hollup) she want in, yeah, yeah
Ball ’em in, fallin’ in bundles of flowers like Parliament
Never know, big dawg like ours

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)

Lyrics Lil Uzi Vert – Pretty  mami

Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Baby your times up now (you gotta go)
Why you hating on my gang yeah (you gotta know)(pretty mami)

Let you know, I’ma let you know
You can’t keep em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
She know I’m a soldier, girl, I’ll let you know
I’ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I’m posin’
Get that thot just like I versuri-lyrics.info
I’ma let you know, you can’t keep em close
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
She know I’m a soldier
Girl I’ma let you know, I done let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I’m posin’
Get that thot just like I.

80k a show, 100k a show (alright)
Why my neck so frozen? Why my Rollie golden?
Walking with my .40, and my money showing
Walking with that stunned AP, my money ain’t foldin
Boy I am not slow, you hate on the low
You was still at home, I was on the road
Know that I’m a dog, I’m bad to the bone
Dior my cologne, smoking gas it’s strong
Leave me alone, stop calling my phone
Already know what you’re thinking lil baby, girl, oh I know
She said “Uzi baby, they ain’t got no dough”
Why you’re so dope? You already know.

Let you know, I’ma let you know
You can’t keep em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
She know I’m a soldier, girl, I’ll let you know
I’ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I’m posin’
Get that thot just like I.

Girl you took a L and we can see that
Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, yeah, don’t you see that?
Pockets giant just like Andre .. 3stacks
I get money, f*ck your b***h, stay real, ooh, that’s three facts
Diamonds on my fist, my wrist, my grill, ooh, I mean that
Made your girl swallow my dick like a pill, ooh, don’t relapse
She keeps stalking on my phone, think this thing’s tapped
Diamonds all up in my pinky, think this thing’s tapped
I do not f*ck with these niggas, man I mean that
Woah, money envelope
I was just so broke, I didn’t have hope
Now I’ll.

Let you know, I’ma let you know
You can’t keep up close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
She know I’m a soldier, girl, I’ll let you know
I done let you know, diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I’m posin’
Get that thot just like I.

Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Baby your times up now (you gotta go)
Why you hating on my ganggg?(pretty mami)
Lil Uzi Vert lyrics
Video mami

[Intro]
And I…
Want you to know something very important
Before I even start this song
Something very important before I even start this song
I can’t feel no more, nooooo
I can’t feel no more
I told myself that I wasn’t gonna pop no pills no more
No, I can’t feel no more
I can’t…

[Chorus]
I can’t feel, no
I can’t feel, I can’t feel
I can’t feel, my body’s numb
It because I am so hurt
I feel the pain in the rain
Tell me when is my time and where
Not my first merry-go-round
Not my first merry-go-round yeah
Living life just with a curse, before I go in a hearse
Told you that I love you first
Told you that I love you first, ooh
Now a days I gotta swerve you
I took you out of the fur boots

[Verse 1]
Back then I saw no one but you
Gave you my racks and I splurged too
Calling my phone and I curved you
Hope this song really don’t hurt you
AP froze, time so slow, yeah, hit reverse
Margiela all on my coat, got buttons but leaving it open
So they can all see my shirt, Rick Owens all on my shirt
I can’t believe I made it out the dirt
That was back then when my pockets was hurt
Pockets so stuffed that them shits still be hurtin’
Walk with the Goyard, they say its a purse
Louis stuffed on me it look like a curatin
My main girl a doctor, my side girl a nurse
They keep on talkin’ (woah)
They keep on talkin’ (they hatin)
All these girls up in the club, why you lookin at vert?
I am not worried because when my niggas come
They gonna need a white curtain
Her boyfriend hate my “Bad and Boujee” verse
She gave me head so I called her a nerd

[Chorus]
I can’t feel, no
I can’t feel, I can’t feel
I can’t feel, my body’s numb
It because I am so hurt
I feel the pain in the rain
Tell me when is my time and where
Not my first merry-go-round
Not my first merry-go-round yeah
Living life just with a curse
Before I go in a hearse
Told you that I love you first
Told you that I love you first, oo
Now a days I gotta swerve you
I took you out of the fur boots

[Verse 2]
I’m doing fine now, I’m doing fine now
No I do not need nobody now
No I do not need nobody now
No girl don’t make a sound
You don’t wanna argue about body count
You don’t wanna talk about body count
You don’t wanna talk about body count
What is all this fighting all about
It’s the bodies that I’m finding out
It’s the bodies I don’t know about
So many bodies like a murder trial
You used to say that it’s word of mouth
But I love you so you’re bonding out
But I love you so you’re bonding out
Grandma and Mom love you now
I’m so high I ain’t coming down
I’m so high I ain’t coming down
I’m so high I ain’t coming down
Hate me then, but they love me now
Love me then, but they hate me now
It don’t matter, got a baby now
I’m so numb

[Chorus]
I can’t feel, no
I can’t feel, I can’t feel
I can’t feel, my body’s numb
It because I am so hurt
I feel the pain in the rain
Tell me when is my time and where
Not my first merry-go-round
Not my first merry-go-round yeah
Living life just with a curse
Before I go in a hearse
Told you that I love you first
Told you that I love you first, oo
Now a days I gotta swerve you
I took you out of the fur boots

[Outro]
I’m doing fine now, I’m doing fine now
No I do not need nobody now
No I do not need nobody now
I’m doing fine now, I’m doing fine now
No I do not need nobody now
No I do not need nobody now
I can’t feel

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert, NAV & Future]
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I’m A$AP Ferg, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Know I put in work
Know I put in work
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in work
Diamonds different colors, so my neck look like Starburst
Kicked it one time, with your girlfriend
And she fucked me for a purse
I could hit that thing forever, when I’m on the perc

[Verse 1: NAV & Lil Uzi Vert]
I used to put in work
Now my young boys do the dirt (brown boy)
Fully automatic, pull up hit you with a burst
Put you on a shirt, you a lil’ boy, you a smurf
She used to put me down, and now she lifting up her skirt
Pull up and I swerve, leave her feelings hurt
She fucked me for a purse, she fucked me for a XO shirt
I see you wearing Off-White, but you know, I bought it first
I seen you post a picture, and I had to change my shirt
I can’t punch him in his face, he gonna sue me now
Took your bitch to Nobu, fuck me for some sushi now
I hit it once, and now I can’t stand her now
They pay me fifty thousand, just to stand around

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I’m A$AP Ferg, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Know I put in work
Know I put in work
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in work
Diamonds different colors, so my neck look like Starburst
Kicked it one time, with your girlfriend
And she fucked me for a purse
I could hit that thing forever, when I’m on the perc

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Heard you got that AP swerve, that was my watch first
Heard you got that Lambo’, skrt, that was my drive first
Chopper beat that bitch to spurs, clip hang to the curb
That girl know, I put in work, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Your girlfriend say, I’m handsome
Fuck any girl, so random
Rock any clothes, I’m random
I rock that Demna right on my sandal
Don’t give me the top then cancel
My momma said these niggas can’t stand you
And I’m laughing right to the bank
All my chains on like I’m Shabba Ranks

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I’m A$AP Ferg, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Know I put in work
Know I put in work
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in work
Diamonds different colors, so my neck look like Starburst
Kicked it one time, with your girlfriend
And she fucked me for a purse
I could hit that thing forever, when I’m on the perc

[Outro: NAV]
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
Put in work like A$AP Ferg, yeah
You’re getting on my nerves, yeah
No pancakes, I want syrup, yeah
Mix some molly with the percs, yeah
Diss me take you off this earth, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
Came up from the dirt, yeah
Came up from the dirt, yeah
Put in work like A$AP Ferg, yeah
I got Vs on all my shirts, yeah
No pancakes, I want syrup, yeah
Mix some molly with the percs, yeah
Diss me take you off this earth, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah

[Intro]
DJ what
Dexter, ooo, fuck your, hah
Diamonds dancing like club tho
Huh, fucking bitches, know what I’m saying
Dexter, ooo, what, yeah, ah, what

[Verse]
AP diamonds dancing all up on my wrist
Blew your bitch a kiss thats your bitch she on my dick, ooo
Got my stick, huh, yeah, I got my stick, huh
.40 with the klick got the beam on that bitch, ooo
Diamonds dancing it my sing to your bitch, ooo
Doing coke she might fein on my dick, ooo
What, yeah, baby you a slut, huh
Let me bust a nut, huh
Feel all on her butt, ooo, wait
Bentley truck yeah you got a Jeep
Thats Chanel double pp all up on my feet
Diamonds on my teeth, huh, lil bro on the beat
Wanna be like me, huh, you can’t be like me
Wait, huh, two two three yeah that bitch on green
This bitch wanna ring she can’t get a thing
I might pop a beam, she might pop a beam
Now we seeing things, huh, all in magazines
What, test me, run up on ’em test me
.30 on me who gon’ test me, .40 on me who gon’ test me, what
Sex me, I know this bitch wanna neck me, neck me, neck me
I know this bitch wanna neck me, huh, wait, huh
I just bought a 50 it’s so pretty?
[?] I’ma shoot your bitch up in her titties
Gold chain ridin’ round the city feeling like Diddy
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t, Dexter, ooo, what

[Outro]
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t
Gold chain think I’m Diddy

[Intro]
DJ what
Dexter, ooo, fuck your, hah
Diamonds dancing like club tho
Huh, fucking bitches, know what I’m saying
Dexter, ooo, what, yeah, ah, what

[Verse]
AP diamonds dancing all up on my wrist
Blew your bitch a kiss thats your bitch she on my dick, ooo
Got my stick, huh, yeah, I got my stick, huh
.40 with the klick got the beam on that bitch, ooo
Diamonds dancing it my sing to your bitch, ooo
Doing coke she might fein on my dick, ooo
What, yeah, baby you a slut, huh
Let me bust a nut, huh
Feel all on her butt, ooo, wait
Bentley truck yeah you got a Jeep
Thats Chanel double pp all up on my feet
Diamonds on my teeth, huh, lil bro on the beat
Wanna be like me, huh, you can’t be like me
Wait, huh, two two three yeah that bitch on green
This bitch wanna ring she can’t get a thing
I might pop a beam, she might pop a beam
Now we seeing things, huh, all in magazines
What, test me, run up on ’em test me
.30 on me who gon’ test me, .40 on me who gon’ test me, what
Sex me, I know this bitch wanna neck me, neck me, neck me
I know this bitch wanna neck me, huh, wait, huh
I just bought a 50 it’s so pretty?
[?] I’ma shoot your bitch up in her titties
Gold chain ridin’ round the city feeling like Diddy
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t, Dexter, ooo, what

[Outro]
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t
They like no he didn’t, they like no he didn’t
Gold chain think I’m Diddy

Lyrics Famous Dex – Dan the man

DJ what
Dexter ouu, f*ck your hah
Diamonds dancing like club tho
Huh f*cking b*tches, know what I’m saying
Dexter ou what yeah ah what.(dan the man)

AP diamonds dancing all up on my wrist
Blew your b*tch a kiss thats your b*tch she on my d*ck.

Got my stick huh yeah I got my stick huh
40 with the klick got the beam on that b*tch.

Diamonds dancing it my sing to your b*tch ou
Doing coke she might fein on my d*ck.

What yeah baby you a slut huh let me bust a nut huh
Versuri-lyrics.info
Feel all on her butt ou wait.

Bentley truck yeah you got a jeep
Thats Chanel double pp all up on my feet.

Diamonds on my teeth huh lil bro on the beat
Wanna be like me huh you can’t be like me.

Wait huh two two three yeah that b*tch on green
This b*tch wanna ring she can’t get a thing.

I might pop a beam she might pop a beam
Now we seeing things huh all in magazines.

What, test me run up on em’ test me
30 on me who gon’ test me 40 on me who gon’ test me what.

S*x me I now this b*tch wanna neck me neck me neck me
I know this b*tch wanna neck me huh wait huh.

I just bought a 50 it’s so pretty?
Gold chain riding round the city feeling like Diddy.

They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t dexter ou what
They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t
They like no he didn’t they like no he didn’t
Gold chain think I’m Diddyyy.
Famous Dex lyrics
Video man

[Intro: MoneyBagg Yo]
Like, yeah
Ayy see
See I’m a young nigga with this paper, you know what I’m sayin’
I ain’t gon’ even lie, like
Sometimes it get to me, you know what I’m sayin’?

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
I just popped a bean, I just threw my neck back
I’m in the latest machine, I hope I don’t wreck it
Bitch threaten me like she gon’ leave (bye bye)
Cool, ain’t gon’ sweat that
You ain’t never got no time for me
I hate when she text that
I just got flagged by the law, I just had a minor setback
Hundred hundred with my dogs
Ten-oh-four, I’m like bet that, ayy
I met the paper, I met that
Neck and my wrist is on wet wet
At the crib, pour where the jet’s at (where the Lear at?)
Name one thing I ain’t best at

[Verse 1: MoneyBagg Yo]
I just hit me a lick, I just stretched that
I’m on pills in the foreign, I might wreck that
I just copped an AP, I love how it shine
I ain’t took the time to set that
All my young niggas still on that hot shit
I can’t fuck with you, you on that opp shit
All that hatin’ shit, that ain’t gon’ stop shit
I be fly like dude in the cockpit
She textin’ me talkin’ ’bout she want better
She wanna come ’round but I won’t let her
This money got these niggas so jealous
But I keep them straps like Margiellas, hey
Still making sales, fuck 12
If I get caught I make bail (federal)
Pull up servin’ with the tags out
Still got the bales out the schoolhouse
Three shows one night, that’s a paycheck
I just hopped off a Lear G5 jet
Vibin’, stylin’, profilin’
Bad bitch with me, she red like Hi-Tech (red like drank)
Hold up, she might be bad but she don’t listen
Always talkin’ ’bout other bitches (god damn ho)
Send my lil niggas on a mission
I got that power like Fifty

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
I just popped a bean, I just threw my neck back
I’m in the latest machine, I hope I don’t wreck it
Bitch threaten me like she gon’ leave (bye bye)
Cool, ain’t gon’ sweat that
You ain’t never got no time for me
I hate when she text that
I just got flagged by the law, I just had a minor setback
Hundred hundred with my dogs
Ten-oh-four, I’m like bet that, ayy
I met the paper, I met that
Neck and my wrist is on wet wet
At the crib, pour where the jet’s at (where the Lear at?)
Name one thing I ain’t best at

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Flight up to Cali, you know that I bet that
Pull up, show my ass, I’m like where the check at?
Before I walk in I’m like where the perps at?
Turn up at the party, you know I success that
Bitch textin’ me, tryna see where I be at
I told her I’m headed wherever the check is
She said when you comin’ back to where I live?
You need to find you a new me, you lil bitch ass (bitch)
Don’t fuck with me, then say that
Bitch, then say that
I chauffeur my car, in the back of the Maybach
(I chauffeur my car, in the back of the Maybach)
Don’t fix your mouth to say what you gon’ do
I told a ho bitch you know I don’t play that
I walk around with a whole lot of money
Four of your boyfriends couldn’t even make that, ho

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
I just popped a bean, I just threw my neck back
I’m in the latest machine, I hope I don’t wreck it
Bitch threaten me like she gon’ leave (bye bye)
Cool, ain’t gon’ sweat that
You ain’t never got no time for me
I hate when she text that
I just got flagged by the law, I just had a minor setback
Hundred hundred with my dogs
Ten-oh-four, I’m like bet that, ayy
I met the paper, I met that
Neck and my wrist is on wet wet
At the crib, pour where the jet’s at (where the Lear at?)
Name one thing I ain’t best at

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been fuck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, shit gonna rub me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Lately, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Lately, I been countin’ money on the daily
Lately, I been fuckin’ bitches that ain’t basic
Lately, I been servin’ patients, ducking cases

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
As soon as I walk in, don’t do the talkin’
I’m knowin’ she gon’ be ready
I’m livin’ the thug life
Scarf tatted around my head like 2Pac Makiavelli
My pockets on fat, I’m playin’ with them racks
So I’m feelin’ extra heavy
I’m surrounded in ice, plus I got the stick on me
You can call me Wayne Gretzky
Lately, lately, I been drippin’ that sauce like gravy
Quarter mil on me, two eighty
Ain’t a thing on me fugazi, yeah
Lately, lately, ain’t gon’ lie, man shit been crazy
Broke the news to my bitch, I just had another baby yeah

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been fuck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, shit gonna rub me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Lately, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Lately, I been countin’ money on the daily
Lately, I been fuckin’ bitches that ain’t basic
Lately, I been servin’ patients, ducking cases

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Look, lately I have had the strangest feelings, word to Jodeci
Lately I been lowkey but my jewelry make you notice me
Lately I’m a movie everybody wanna go to see
Lately I go foreign, everything I got from overseas
Stop runnin’ ’round sayin’ that you used to date me
Like Janet say, what have you done for me lately?
Show them niggas love then they turn around and hate me
But can’t break me, ’cause they ain’t make me
I give them niggas what they ask for
They ain’t even gotta say please
Got gorillas that’ll wash you
I be where them bathing apes be
Got a bad bitch, she shapely
Fuck me like she tryna rape me
My wrist cold like Minnesota, she comin’ through with that AP
Run it up

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been fuck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, shit gonna rub me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Lately, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Lately, I been countin’ money on the daily
Lately, I been fuckin’ bitches that ain’t basic
Lately, I been servin’ patients, ducking cases

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Lately I been gettin’ to the money on these niggas
I been so one hundred on these niggas
I ain’t gotta try to do it, I done did it on these niggas
Yeah, ugh, shitted on these niggas
Case dismissed, acquitted on these niggas
Yeah, truck, Bentley on these niggas
Yeah, go hard, I’m from Memphis
I ain’t never put faith in these hoes, had feelings on these niggas
Homeboy with the shit so it’s been fuck him lately
Homegirl super thick, fuck around have my baby
Watch queen of the south, wishing that was my lady
CMG the new Cash Money, I guess I’m Baby
Lately, I been feelin’ super antisocial
Been paranoid, don’t you speak to me if I don’t know you
Baby, ain’t paying for no pussy, I don’t owe you
Extort me, that will never happen, I done told you
I ain’t fuckin’ with you right now

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been fuck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, shit gonna rub me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Lately, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Lately, I been countin’ money on the daily
Lately, I been fuckin’ bitches that ain’t basic
Lately, I been servin’ patients, ducking cases

[Verse 1]
Louis V on, I got on VLONE
I just bought a new chain, that bitch three-tone
I’m in Designer, red bottoms spiked up like pinecones
Spike the pineapple, double cup styrofoam
I got the AP and the Rollie switching time zones
You could turn off all the lights, I put them diamonds on
We the Big Tymers, nigga, we get our shine on
My trap house like a pop-up, the line long

[Hook]
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit

[Verse 2]
Left wrist a Rollie, VS diamonds all white
Putting Hitech in the Fanta, only mix the Act with Sprite
Kick that bitch up out the spot if she ain’t acting right
Cookie, Percs, and lean, nigga, I’m up there with the satellites
Hood nigga shooting dice, I’m just fucking, that’s your wife
I’ve been turning bitches into dice, skinny jeans fit me tight
Smoking cookie, fucking on a bitch with a pretty pussy
Been the same real one, nigga, I ain’t never, ever been a pussy
I got dope on my Rollie, you would think a nigga was still cooking
Diamonds so wet, damn, I think it got your bitch gushing
Got your bitch looking, got on red bottoms like I’m a Christian
With them bricks in, I’ma fuck up the kitchen
Put the dick in her and I make her kiss
Put on the AP when I go to Michigan
Rocking the VLONE, long as you can’t get it
"How you do three-tone?" Mind your business
Hundred round, hundred niggas pull up with it
‘Bout to go put me some tint on the Bentley
Bought Gucci and Prada, or Louis and Fendi
I’m wet like a pool, I’m fresh like some lettuce
Designer head to toe, I just went and spent me a ten at Lenox

[Hook]
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit

[Intro]
Boy they already know what it is when I talk this shit here
Dae Dae let’s go and give it to ’em boy
Let’s go’n get ’em out the way, it’s a new wave nigga

[Verse 1]
Neck piece too lit, this bitch too lit
AP two bricks, bad bitch too thick
Fashion, oohwee, backend, oohwee
Kardashian, two piece, MAC or that Uzi
Trappin’ by pool creek, action when it’s ’bout me
They say you not the man in the streets
I’m flashy, now you got with the key
I crashed it, now I’m in that new straight A Jeep
It’s happenin’, they finally freed my fuckin’ brother D
Don’t panic, man time to turn up on them beats
I’m dangerous, oh you actin’ hard? nigga please
Gang with me, and we in the club one hundred deep nigga

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 2]
Atlanta new wave, I got Bluray, woo
Still in the burbs, bitch I’m too paid
The Forgis make me swerve when I’m cruisin’
I know I make ’em nervous how I do this shit nigga
Pop the donk on Irving, leave the keys in the ignition
And I’m shooting like Curry nigga, try me I’ma swish it
My big chain nervous, I got racks and I got glizzy
In that blue excursion, I’m in traffic sitting on inches
I might go to Follies, go to Flame and throw a twenty
I might take her shopping buy her that but ain’t no feeling
She still go to college but her daddy don’t be tripping
And I’m with my partners, time to turn up with my niggas

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 3]
It’s the new wave, I got blue rays
Might pull out the garage in the new Wraith
Fuck ’em if they hatin’, bitch I’m too paid
I’m clutchin’ ’cause they hatin’ but it’s cool, hate
My bitch too lit, your bitch my bitch
Big rim, big crib, four-fifth, right here
I won’t let you try me ever ever again
This lil bitch want molly, she want percs and shit (molly percocets)
You know it ain’t no problem, we gon’ work the shit
Order up them bottles, Dae Dae got this bitch lit
And we want them hoes that bring all her friends
We got this bitch loaded, go’n and turn up, yeah

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, it’s a knife and all, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah nigga, I hit your wife and all, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah, this a plain AP, but I got a lotta watches, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (skrt skrt)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?]
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
We don’t talk about it, we shotters
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (street nigga)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets (voom voom)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
VVS’s drippin’ off my chain, hoe (ooh)
I be in them places that you can’t go (can’t go)
My brother down the road on tango (I still see him)
You rap niggas sweeter than a mango (pussy sweet)
TEC on me with the coolie on it
I’ma fuck around and squeeze (ooh)
Pain runnin’ through my veins
I don’t want the fame, I just wanna eat (ooh)
Rap niggas callin’ my phone
Fuck these niggas, these niggas ain’t G’s (one hunnit)
Spend on a lot of niggas, I ain’t spend no more
Fuck around and get robbed ’round me (fast)
Chain snatched
Watch snatched, don’t get it back (get it)
Chopper on you
Wrong move, get hit in the back (cutter)
I’m Young Savage
Real nigga, they vouchin’ for that (they vouchin’ for that)
I keep it on me
One in the head, I’m cockin’ it back
And I make your bitch drop it back
And I spend a dub in Saks
And I do a whole lot of drinkin’
I done put a hole in my kidney
Y’all niggas pussy like kittens (uh)
VVS’s on, I need mittens (VVS)
Nigga, we ain’t leavin’ no witness
Stomp a nigga ’til he need stitches (woah)
I ain’t never played no victim
Every nigga played, I killed him
Put a nigga in a blender, nigga, then we chop it up (then we chop it up)
Put it in the Pyrex, nigga, then we lock it up (lock it up)
Put that bitch inside a Benz, she was in a Acura
Niggas be actin’ tough, I just be stackin’ up (I just be stackin’ up)
Used to ride around with Dracos, now I’m going platinum (platinum)

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala (yeah)
Now I got a whole lotta problems (got a whole lotta)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (ain’t trippin on ’em)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier (yeah)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (ooh)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?] (get madder nigga)
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage (ain’t talk about it)
We don’t talk about it, we shotters (ain’t talk about it)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (okay)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (okay)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (ooh)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets

[Verse 2: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga, put gold on denim (gold)
Nigga, I said it, I meant it (meant it)
Nigga, be fresh like mint (fresh)
Nigga on percs, I’m itchin’ (nigga)
Nigga, I stayed in the trenches (nigga)
Niggas still play in the trenches (nigga)
Stayed up late on missions (fool)
Sometimes we ain’t strike for a dime (for a dime)
If them niggas actin’ scared, I ride (I’m gon’ go)
When my brother got killed, I cried
I can’t let a nigga stop my stride (stride)
Gotta keep this shit goin’, gotta move (move)
If it come down to it, I’m bustin’ moves (fool)
I jump up out that vert with a Uzi (skrt)
These facts, lil’ nigga I’m the truth (truth)
You got goons, lil’ nigga, I got troops (I got troops)
They don’t got Instagrams ’cause they shoot (I got, I got)
Coulda got a four-door, I got a coupe (got that coupe)
Coulda fucked that bitch, I passed her to the crew (here you go)
Shiverin’ and shakin’, boy you ain’t gon’ shoot
Wright Street, man I ate a lot of soups

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (skrt skrt)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?]
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
We don’t talk about it, we shotters
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (street nigga)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets (voom voom)

Lyrics Young Thug – Relationship

Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know s**t gon’ get sloppy, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my b*tches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girl go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my b*tches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me.

No baby, your collection, won’t stand for it
You know you’re in relationship with all us
I get a few texts a day sayin’, “It’s all yours”
I got a few states on speed dial like good drugs
Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh
Hundred new purse for a brat, uh, comin’ down the street, new Jag
Turbo b*tch ’bout to drag, nigga had M’s ‘fore a*s
Got a brand new b*tch, who that?
Rock the flooded AP, all black
White toes, give me a tan, cocaine, kilo tan
All a b*tch wanna do is shine, Audemars, pick which kind
I made you a starter, you went from a dime to a quarter
I Chico DeBarge it, I’m leaving that loud in apartments, yeah
Don’t play with a sergeant, I’m ready to spoil it
She suck on my dick, I’m hidin’ in the closet
I’m higher than the moon, three mil’ in the room
You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons.

Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know s**t gon’ get sloppy, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my b*tches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my b*tches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me.

I don’t do jet-skis, give me the yacht please
I made you queen status, check out my lean status
I’m in a relationship with all my b*tches, yeah
I put my dick inside her mouth before she left
Yeah, I built relationships with all my b*tches, yes
I put my dick right in her mouth before she act
I got your b*tch in a backpack versuri-lyrics.info
I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room
Got a penthouse in the back, it ain’t my main room
Tamika, Jo and Porsche they kept it silent
That’s the only reason I let ’em fly private.

Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know s**t gon’ get sloppy, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my b*tches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my b*tches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help meee.
Young Thug lyrics
Video Young Thug

[Intro]
Boy they already know what it is when I talk this shit here
Dae Dae let’s go and give it to ’em boy
Let’s go’n get ’em out the way, it’s a new wave nigga

[Verse 1]
Neck piece too lit, this bitch too lit
AP two bricks, bad bitch too thick
Fashion, oohwee, backend, oohwee
Kardashian, two piece, MAC or that Uzi
Trappin’ by pool creek, action when it’s ’bout me
They say you not the man in the streets
I’m flashy, now you got with the key
I crashed it, now I’m in that new straight A Jeep
It’s happenin’, they finally freed my fuckin’ brother D
Don’t panic, man time to turn up on them beats
I’m dangerous, oh you actin’ hard? nigga please
Gang with me, and we in the club one hundred deep nigga

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 2]
Atlanta new wave, I got Bluray, woo
Still in the burbs, bitch I’m too paid
The Forgis make me swerve when I’m cruisin’
I know I make ’em nervous how I do this shit nigga
Pop the donk on Irving, leave the keys in the ignition
And I’m shooting like Curry nigga, try me I’ma swish it
My big chain nervous, I got racks and I got glizzy
In that blue excursion, I’m in traffic sitting on inches
I might go to Follies, go to Flame and throw a twenty
I might take her shopping buy her that but ain’t no feeling
She still go to college but her daddy don’t be tripping
And I’m with my partners, time to turn up with my niggas

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 3]
It’s the new wave, I got blue rays
Might pull out the garage in the new Wraith
Fuck ’em if they hatin’, bitch I’m too paid
I’m clutchin’ ’cause they hatin’ but it’s cool, hate
My bitch too lit, your bitch my bitch
Big rim, big crib, four-fifth, right here
I won’t let you try me ever ever again
This lil bitch want molly, she want percs and shit (molly percocets)
You know it ain’t no problem, we gon’ work the shit
Order up them bottles, Dae Dae got this bitch lit
And we want them hoes that bring all her friends
We got this bitch loaded, go’n and turn up, yeah

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Intro]
So what’s up with all that goddamn tough talk you had earlier on the phone, you know what I’m saying? When you said you was ‘gon goddamn do this and that to me?
You told me (freaky-deeky)
Where all that at? oh I thought so

You got high level confidence you knahmsayin’

[Chorus]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light like I’m Dr. Phil
Let’s get freaky deeky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to say now)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to say now)
Say it now (Jeffery!), ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 1]
I got the door unlocked
And I know right now she’d rather have my dick than a watch
And I’m not right about her friend, but I got a strong feeling she’ll take real charge and run into the narcs
And I’m seeing all your emotions, came a long way from roaches
Ride around the ‘berg get the rollie
I ain’t ever need a nothing brodie
I’m full pocket, macaroni
Rose-gold, AP, like a token
Bought that bitch a mink, now she cozy
Rather go to jail, I ain’t told ’em
I get excited when I see you
I’d rather freeze up and get shot when I see you
Oh, they dreaming and standing and I drive in the rear view
You cool, and you a real one
Let’s go to Africa, to the Pilgrim

[Chorus]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right when you said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light him like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deeky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 2]
Let’s make out last song
She get the last goal
I got some Actavis
I want the last dose
I got a good cash flow
But I don’t want the fast dough
Your daughter got filthy rich
I came right out the rat-hole
I smoked a whole eighth
I’m drinking codeine
I want some head in here
I don’t want no teeth
I should’ve called off
I’m bout to OD
Then I’m off like a golf ball
My two homies
Lay it up on me
I make her squirt on the couch
Private party on that blouse
We play for the Cavs, no beers
Every diamond on me, crystal clear
Molly on me, baby, take it off of me
CAT scan, white stuff on my jeans
Hit it from the back, loosen up her spleen
Say you mine, Imma take it off and raw dog

[Chorus 2]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right when you said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light him like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deaky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Future]
No baby, your collection, won’t stand for it
You know you’re in relationship with all us
I get a few texts a day sayin’, “It’s all yours”
I got a few states on speed dial like good drugs
Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh
Hundred new purse for a brat, uh, come to the street, new Jag
Chart broke, bitch ’bout to drag
Nigga had M’s ‘fore ass
Got a brand new bitch, who that?
Rock the flooded AP, all black
White toes, give me a tan
Cocaine, kilo tan
All a bitch wanna do is shine
Audemars, pick which kind
I made you a starter
You went from a dime to a quarter
I Chico DeBarge it
I’m leaving that loud in apartments, yeah
Don’t play with a sergeant, I’m ready to spoil it
She suck on my dick, I’m hidin’ in the closet
I’m hidin’ the dope, three mil’ in the room
You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons

[Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Future]
I don’t do jet-skis
Give me the yacht please
I made you queen status
Check out my lean status
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I put my dick inside her mouth before she left
Yeah, I built relationships with all my bitches, yes
I put my dick right in her mouth before she act
I got your bitch in a backpack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room
Got a penthouse in the back, it ain’t my main room
Tamika, Jo and Porsche kept it silent
That’s the only reason I let ’em fly private

[Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me

[Bridge]
Dropped out of school and brought myself a chain
I must’ve taught myself a million things
I’m out the trap I can sell anything
I wish I would allow myself to hear this hoe’s dream
I pray my daughter never ever experience no train
I told her Colgate baby you gotta keep your teeth straight

[Verse 1]
Yeah, bae I’m flexing, extension
Brand new Rari, Smith and Wesson
Made myself ballin, hold my credit card
Speaking of credit, they all owe me, I got credit, yuh
Vrrrrr, V12, y’all ain’t ready dog
Trapping beats I’m like hurry up and buy
Extra draco for my pops, ’cause his birthday 4th of July
I’m so busy it’s making me feel like I’m in and out my kids’ lives

[Chorus]
Ooooooooooohhhhh
(I’m the father of six babies, you know what I’m sayin?)
New coupe, new shoes (new coupe, brand new shoes)
Red bottoms kicking, yeah I’m flossing on your pussy
Cameltoe big, I see the print inside the suit
Rose gold, my jewelry I’m in and out it too
Fuck them ’bout it too let them drive it with the few

[Post-hook]
All this fuckin money, has me switchin [???]
I’m livin right and they ain’t ever read a book
Chanel vintage, you can put it on the books
The way I whip that body, they charging me with cruelty
Don’t try to stop me, don’t you try to knock me
You see me got these crackers in the back
You gotta forgive my heart, I don’t mean to stunt like that (I don’t mean to do that to you you know what I’m sayin)

[Verse 2]
Red bottoms, I’m at Met-Gala (I’m bout to spaz)
Ain’t playin geek, I want every problem
Two thousand dollars for the newest snake collar
Been a swager, had dollar
Raw clean, Balmain (let’s get it)
Vintage swag (vintage hoe), New Celine (just want my glasses)
Hands dirty watch me turn them clean
Lil shawty hot, kerosene
Ima kill by any means
Favorite sound ching ching
Ima spray fake with my jeans
Ima turn up with my team
New condo on 17 (new condo hoe)
I turn none to something (I turned nothin to somethin)
AP match my jeans
Converse and McQueen
Pedi for my queen
Gambling, fuck these coins
[?] from the swing
Private jet livin’ (pussy ass nigga)
Ima go like beam (Ima go)
New backwoods no strings
I put ice in my cup
New pool, no chlorine

[Bridge]
Dropped out of school and brought myself a chain
I must’ve taught myself a million things
I’m out the trap I can sell anything
I wish I would allow myself to hear this hoe’s dream
I pray my daughter never ever experience no train
I told her Colgate baby you gotta keep your teeth straight

[Chorus]
OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH
New coupe, new shoes
Red bottoms kicking, yeah I’m flossing on your pussy
Cameltoe big, I see the print inside the suit
Rose gold, my jewelry I’m in and out it too
Fuck them ’bout it too let them drive it with the few

[Intro]
So what’s up with all that goddamn tough talk you had earlier on the phone, you know what I’m saying? When you said you was ‘gon goddamn do this and that to me?
You told me (freaky-deeky)
Wild ain’t it, oh I thought so

[Chorus]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deeky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now (Jeffery!), ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 1]
I got the door unlocked
And I know right now she’d rather have my dick than a watch
And I’m not right about her friend, but I got a strong feeling she’ll take real charge and run into the narcs
And I’m seeing all your emotions, came a long way from roaches
Ride around the ‘berg get the rollie
I ain’t ever need a nothing brodie
I’m full pocket, macaroni
Rose-gold, AP, like a token
Bought that bitch a million now she closing
Rather go to jail, I ain’t told ’em
I get excited when I see you
I’d rather freeze up and get shot when I see you
Oh, they dreaming and [?] and I drive in the rear view
You cool, and you a real one
Let’s go to Africa, to the Pilgrim

[Chorus]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right when you said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light him like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deeky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 2]
Let’s make out last song
She get the last goal
I got some Actavis
I want the last dose
I got a good cash flow
But I don’t want the fast dough
Your daughter got filthy rich
I came right out the rat-hole
I smoked a whole eighth
I’m drinking codeine
I want some head in here
I don’t want no teeth
I should’ve called off
I’m bout to OD
Then I’m off like a golf ball
My two homies
Lay it up on me
I make her squirt on the couch
Private party on that blouse
We play for the Cavs, no beers
Every diamond on me, crystal clear
Molly on me, baby, take it off of me
CAT scan, white stuff on my jeans
Hit it from the back, loosen up her spleen
Say you mine, Imma take it off and raw dog

[Chorus 2]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right when you said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light him like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deaky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah]
Everywhere I go, I gotta pose
Sittin’ on the throne with a ‘fro
Chillin’ with a prince at the BAFTA’s
Gold all over the globe
Any time I stress, I can get it from a rasta
Headside, kill ’em when they know
Didn’t want to know
Baby said, “Shh, you can hit it on the low”
You can hit it on the low, you can hit it on the low
Come in on your own, leave your knickers at the door
Yeah, I’m the AP, got the wonder tug-a-war
I don’t holla anymore, tryna make a nigga poor
Tryna hit me with the drink, no no
They might think, they don’t know
Let ’em talk ish, promo
‘Cause we don’t really care ’bout nothin’

[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
It’s Kind Ink, uh, canine
That kitty got me feelin’ like a canine
I’m just tryna live, baby, can I?
We at the KWest, startin’ KI’s
Woo, I just bought the whole LA out
Uh, live is a beach, bitch, lay out
Uh, hit the blunt, baby, what you gotta say now?
Woo, I know you want it, ow
Ha, get you higher than the Eiffel
Pour up, baby, put a lil’ ice too
Yeah, I remember back in high school
I used to have a girl that looked just like you
Yeah and with all of these flashbacks
Say ain’t no tellin’ what I might do

[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Verse 3: Stefflon Don]
Young man comin’ up from the corner
Nobody tryna set me if I wanna
Never have to worry ’bout if he give me the banana
Me haffi tell them na na na na na
Oh no no, slide in my DMs and my writs just froze
I’m too cold, don’t wanna play ’cause I’m gettin’ too old
What’s new? Bitch, I’m in the stu’
Hookin’ up with hurricane, mix with the flow
Tryna lock my wrists, mosquito, love the cold
If the track ain’t a track then the Don come through
My rule number 1 is don’t play a number 2
Talkin’ with my nigga, you will end up on the news
Messin’ with the paper that you racked up in views
Real, real ting, all I do is tell the truth

[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Outro: Tinie Tempah]
I know a girl from the ends
She likes to take it down low
She said she wanna let me inside
But her daddy said no
I know a girl with a woo
I call her Paris in my phone
I know a girl from the southside
That wanna take you all home

[Shout outs]

[Chorus]
Trappin’ n cappin’ I’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and the pots
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got that guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the blocks
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and pots
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got that guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot

[Verse 1]
Sittin in the trap, money in my face
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m switching from state to state
Mansion or condo I switch up the low case
100 thousand cash just for motivation
Jumped out the Wraith, then I hop in the i8
Derek Jeter, hit the pot like I beat the case
Pulled out a pistol, I shot with a K
Money get shooter and they poppin’ shit broad day
1 M, I just made it today
Came up from trappin’ n cappin’
I ate everything on the plate
Smokin’ on rocks, now I’m high in space
Call up my lawyer, you know he gon’ beat the case
Got the Draco, know we shoot with the 38
Grippin’ the rocket, I know that these niggas fake
Ferragamo on me, rockin the Gucci snake
Pull out the draco, he shot in the face

[Chorus]
Trappin’ n cappin’ I’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and the pots
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got the guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and pots
I come from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got that guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot

[Verse 2]
Big Soulja, i’m the big homie
Mini Draco, gotta keep it on me
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, they act like they know me
Put the bricks in a figure-four
I stand at your front door, ski mask with the Draco
Who wanna bih’ homie, shoot when I say so
Came up from trappin’ n cappin’ for pesos
150 bricks down Santiago
2018, Bentley truck Forgiato
Trappin’ n cappin’ M’s in Wells Fargo
Bricks coming in, swipe em by barcode
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m smokin’ Gelato
100 pounds, nigga hit the lotto
Givenchy on me, I’m fly Aeropostale
Flip it like Future, this shit get colossal
Hop in the Lamborghini, full throttle!

[Chorus]
Trappin’ n cappin’ I’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and the pots
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got the guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and pots
I come from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got that guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot

[Chorus]
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D

[Verse 1]
I got a Rollie and a AP
I’m all the way up, Bleek hittin’ Jay-Z
I’m paid in full, like Azie
You know I’m cooler than the AC
My shorty went left, but I’m still right
When I get the deal Imma still swipe
I could tell you what the money feel like
I could tell you what the money feel like
I had a rental and a few runners
The four pieces did a few numbers
Been gettin’ money for a few summers
I got them old and them new hundreds

[Chorus]
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D

[Verse 2]
Did a couple shows made 80 pack
Spent it all then I made it back
I stopped scalin’ got a plate of that
I know they mad I know they hated that
Did the whole dub but no jail could hold me
Realize I’m the one but they never told me
So pay me now you could never owe me
I got the white got the yellow Rollie
Cut the money, love me
Cut the money, love me
I gotta laugh ’cause your money funny
She don’t know how to act when the money ’round her
So much money broke the money counter

[Chorus]
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda

[Verse 1: Yung Tory]
I don’t know why these niggas talkin’
Like I don’t be with niggas that want lot from ’em
Leave ’em in the creek like its Dawson
Bitch I’m saucin’ baby I’m saucin’
So you should let me hit it ya
I came through at the gym, you never hit it raw
She gave her number but I didn’t call
She want a nigga lit I got alcohol
Ay girl if you ain’t tryna turn up, please don’t get involved
Shawty she a freak she gon take it off
Yeah take it off, holding when I’m playin’ golf
These niggas mad hatin’ on me shake ’em off
I just play my part
Girl you know I’mma fuck it all
Young nigga I’mma run it up
I don’t got no friends so who can I trust

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
You niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Don’t take her to no crib, take her to hotels
I might buy her 1s, you buy that hoe Chanel
I might buy her food you gon’ do that hoe nails
Killas all around me, none of my niggas gon’ tell
Put that on my son
Ay, I’mma keep my gun
Ay, bitch I’m not the one
Ay, shootouts do not want one
Bitch yo’ dream on, bitch this is just a theme song
Bitch I am yo’ ringtone, 14 for these jeans hoe
I got my AP on, Loubs get my bleed on
Finessin’ til the weed gone
I got my dick eaten on
Yea, yeah yeah
Get some head inside the car
Hey, told that bitch that I’m a star
Shit, and that goes all on mars
She, fuck with percs, don’t fuck with bars yeah
Yeah yeah

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
You niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water

[Outro: Yung Tory]
Yeah I’mma run it up
I don’t got no friends so who can I trust
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Young nigga I’mma run it up
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Yeah yeah
Yeah I’m yo’ father
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Run it up, run it up, run it up yeah

[Hook: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, bitch I’m big time
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine

[Verse 1: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Threw that back though
We don’t wait in line
That’s an Audemar
Watch that bitch shine
Coulda bought a car
But I bought some diamonds
Thought you’d see me shining
Feel like Frankie Lymon
I know he ain’t got it
I can tell he lying
I can tell he trying
Bitch you know I’m up
If you want a feature, hit my booking up

[Hook: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, bitch I’m big time
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine

[Verse 2: Dae Dae]
Let the kid shine
Let my bitch shine
I ain’t got time to play
I got spots to lay
Hot Boy, Hot Boy
Young Weezy, AP, Young Juvie
TIP on that OG Kush
Yeah the King Louie, King Louie
This is an AP
This is a Rollie
This is a middle finger for the fuck niggas I hear (?)
This is set life, I got freak women presidential
Evidently they gon’ hate anyway, I got Camp with me

[Hook: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, bitch I’m big time
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine

Lyrics Young Thug – Gang up

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And crame up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up.

2 Chaiiiinz (Yeahhh)
I’m a villanious winner
With precision, I’m killing
We resent the religion
Ended up independent
Took my car to the clinic
Let ’em check all the vitals
Middle finger to rivals
Michael Jackson, my idol
Still ducked in a pie hole
Told to the plug, everyday except cinco de mayo
I still got me a Carlo
Still got money, Carlo
Your car running so bad, it stink up to your parlour
Call my rollie a Ralo
Call my AP a app
I ain’t talking seat-belts when I say that I’m strapped
I’m in love with my side hoe
I sneak up through the side door
I’ma show you what we ride for
I’ma show you what we die for.

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up.

I’m in my same lane, lane that ain’t gon’ ever change up
I blow the brain out the range like a tasandra
Here’s R.I.P. to Paul Walker homie, he gotta stand up
We had you main on us, no we got stains on us
And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin’ (What we gotta do)
Yeah, I got her Indian and she Western
Yeah, just say so, money your best friend
Then that fast and furious started nesting
Say I’m bout to go take off on you (Take off on you)
Is staying, is you rolling like a scroller? yes you are
Your ready to take off like a 1980 Coke
He know that Instagram shit, all you gon’ post that.

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up.

Yeah, I’m always with my gang
We always ready to ride for the squad, we’ll do anything
Stay down, we’ll never change
We always gon’ stay the same
Put you in check, when you outta place
I try to tell ’em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang
We do what we gotta do and don’t complain-plain-plain
I’m on the road, I’m probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane
Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang
I got the world on my back versuri-lyrics.info
I put your girl on her back
I did it all on my own
Now there ain’t no turning back
And my whole squad got my back
And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang, she said “Facts”
Gang, gang, gang.

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang uppp.
Young Thug lyrics
Video up

Ain’t nobody studyin these lil pissy ass lil hoes man
Dat bitch know what the fuck going on.. I swear
(Chorus)
Bitch I’m the shit Bitch looka dis Gotta brick on my wrist Bitch looka dis
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Bitch talking shit, Big Boy get hit, come through shit gone get lit
Snow ball on your wrist
That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea
God damnit That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

Thirty-Six Thirty-Six Thirty-Six this bitch thick
Brick on my wrist, I talk shit, suck my dick hoe
Bitch ain’t shit change in the bricks with the jits hoe
Licks, after Licks, after Licks, after Licks Go
I told the bitch I don’t know what to tell her
That shit you talking bout don’t add up to a bezel
I get this shit brackin I’m poppin cheddar
When nothing in flow put that bitch together
She went nothing in flow put that bitch together
If I don’t like the weather, I change the weather
Get a nigga knocked off if just cost a feather
Brick on my wrist nigga know I’m better Skoob

(Chorus)
Bitch I’m the shit Bitch looka dis Gotta brick on my wrist Bitch looka dis
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

Bitch talking shit Big Boy get hit Come through shit gone get lit
Snow ball on your wrist
That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea

AP cost a brick, chain cost a brick, Skoob drink a fifth
Flip gone drop another six, a hunnid thousand for the ice
Reach for my jewelry you might lose your life
Diamonds hittin, I make movies like Spike
Bust down wedding ring, but I have no wife
Bricks on me, brick fair, blocks on me but no Telfair
Ice on me look like Kenmore
Stack, pray, stay away from squares
I to go harder to get some new water
Bro you look like a glacier from Antarctica
Bitch I’m the shit because my bag comes in larger
Box Chevy Flippa never ridin da MARTA

(Chorus)

Bitch I’m the shit Bitch looka dis Gotta brick on my wrist Bitch looka dis
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Bitch talking shit, Big Boy get hit, come through shit gone get lit
Snow ball on your wrist
That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea
Damnit That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
I’m in the back of that Maybach
Me and your bitch, we go way back
Ain’t doing no flexing, this straight facts
Me and Young Dexter blow more racks (hold on Rich)
You run up on me, push your shit back
Count up the money, need more stacks
Wait, I do the drugs and I’m healing
Diamonds on me cost a building

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
AP got her skating
Run to the money, we racing
She a freak, swallow children
New foreign cost a building
Don’t trap where you stay, man they come in your building
Bad bitch look a million
She wanna suck on my children
All of this money I’m feeling
Dug in the pussy and make her feel it
Fuck nigga thought I wouldn’t make a milly
Goyard come from K
Foreign bitches in the Wraith
Hold on, she wanna party with Dexter
Sucking dick, I just met her
You run up on me, you get way up
Diamonds my neck, you think I got hiccups, yeah

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
I’m in the back of that Maybach
Me and your bitch, we go way back
Ain’t doing no flexing, this straight facts
Me and Young Dexter blow more racks (hold on Rich)
You run up on me, push your shit back
Count up the money, need more stacks
Wait, I do the drugs and I’m healing
Diamonds on me cost a building

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
Sipping that syrup, pull up her skirt
Put this money in her purse
This bitch she get on my nerves
Balmains so tight I’ma Jerk
Rich Forever goin’ rich way
They copy the wave, I’m sensei
I just might pull out that Bentley
You got your Rollie off eBay
Finessing your bitch, have a threeway
Hop in that Lamb, have a speed race
Yeah, Rich Forever on the map
Run up on me, blow your back
Molly water
Come to the trap, take your order
I was just broke and rode the MARTA
I pull up Rari but no Charger

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
I’m in the back of that Maybach
Me and your bitch, we go way back
Ain’t doing no flexing, this straight facts
Me and Young Dexter blow more racks (hold on Rich)
You run up on me, push your shit back
Count up the money, need more stacks
Wait, I do the drugs and I’m healing
Diamonds on me cost a building