Tag: MAC

[Chorus]
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Gold chains, heavy metal
Bitches dig me like a shovel
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
And my neck look like a slave
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
I never been to Coachella

[Verse]
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
I been getttin’ money, I’m paid
I got chains on me, no slave
Big rocks in the bezel
Young nigga get on my level
Scrape the pot for the extras
Trap laboratory, no Dexter
Do a drive-by in a Tesla
Ballin’ like I’m Clyde Drexler
Get my codeine from the medical
I would never put a bitch on a pedestal
These bitches be feelin’ me
You can’t imagine what I’m finna be
You can’t imagine what I’m finna do
I’m blowing up like an inner tube
All of my niggas is riders
We locked in, can’t divide us
These bitches lost tryna find us
Spread the money like a sinus
Bando he trappin’ in the back
Dealin’ hand in hand, no pitty pat
If we run off on you, you can’t get it back
We might run up on you with the mini MAC
She put the dope in her kitty-cat
I keep the Glock in the front seat
Fuck 12 so I’m serving on front street
All of these niggas is lunch meat
How you go big on big?
Meek Mill, I done leveled up
Old rappers need to give it up
No Milwaukee, I got plenty bucks
We know your bag ain’t big enough
You niggas’ face card outdated
Still rappin’ but you ain’t made it
Havin’ debt but you ain’t paid it
I got the streets behind me
All of my niggas is gon’ eat
I got some real diamonds on me
I really came from the concrete

[Chorus]
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Gold chains, heavy metal
Bitches dig me like a shovel
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
And my neck look like a slave
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
I never been to Coachella

Lyrics Mango Foo – Levels

It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Gold chains, heavy metal
b*tches dig me like a shovel
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
And my neck look like a slave
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
I never been to Coachella.

I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
I been getttin’ money, I’m paid
I got chains on me, no slave
Big rocks in the bezel
Versuri-lyrics.info
Young nigga get on my level
Scrape the pot for the extras
Trap laboratory, no Dexter
Do a drive-by in a Tesla
Ballin’ like I’m Clyde Drexler
Get my codeine from the medical
I would never put a b*tch on a pedestal
These b*tches be feelin’ me
You can’t imagine what I’m finna be
You can’t imagine what I’m finna do
I’m blowing up like an inner tube
All of my niggas is riders
We locked in, can’t divide us
These b*tches lost tryna find us
Spread the money like a sinus
Bando he trappin’ in the back
Dealin’ hand in hand, no pitty pat
If we run off on you, you can’t get it back
We might run up on you with the mini MAC
She put the dope in her kitty-cat
I keep the Glock in the front seat
f*ck 12 so I’m serving on front street
All of these niggas is lunch meat
How you go big on big?
Meek Mill, I done leveled up
Old rappers need to give it up
No Milwaukee, I got plenty bucks
We know your bag ain’t big enough
You niggas’ face card outdated
Still rappin’ but you ain’t made it
Havin’ debt but you ain’t paid it
I got the streets behind me
All of my niggas is gon’ eat
I got some real diamonds on me
I really came from the concrete.

It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Gold chains, heavy metal
b*tches dig me like a shovel
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
And my neck look like a slave
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
I never been to Coachellaaa.
Mango Foo lyrics
Video Mango Foo

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Homies dead and I miss ’em
Rest caught up in the system
Trayvon Martin in a hoodie, MAC with a fully, I won’t be a victim
Pyrex stove in the kitchen
Pray the lord gon’ forgive us
Go to war with the realest
For the love of Benjis, saw it in my dinner
I went from captain to K
Catchin’ a bus to catchin’ a Wraith
Banana boy, up in my Bape
I’m tryna catch me an eighth
They tryna touch on my safe
I cannot barely can sleep
I gotta lay with my peeps
Every single fuckin’ day of the week
They killed my daddy in nine-two
I had to stay in the streets
Warrin’ with niggas from down the block
I had to wake up to beef
Forty gon’ wake up the neighbors
They gotta wake up to me
Smokin’ dope got me paranoid like the Reaper was waitin’ for me
Tell my opps that we gon’ die about this shit
I come from a place where niggas die about a diss
You ain’t in the hood so we can’t slide by your strip
Cookin’ so much fuckin’ work I might get high off that brick

[Chorus: Eearz]
Can’t ever forget, can’t ever forget
Them haters remind me, to get back on my [?]
Where I come from niggas ’round here die ’bout that shit
Me and mine so fuck the other side, I am drippy
This shit that remind me, all the days I had less
Hatin’ on me for what? you should go get a check
You gon’ do what to who? better say it with your chest
We gon’ come for your neck, I suggest you protect

[Verse 2: Eearz]
Ma died back in oh-five, it was no one but me
Popped out that pussy nine-two, fell in love with the streets
I do not do perpetuations, these real talk and the statements
Hide the masses, I hit payment
I need street participation
They said that I wouldn’t be nothin’
It’s just like a fuckin’ nigga to be hatin’
I got business for myself and he ain’t
I’m tryna pull up, make the whole block faint
The coupe stained inside, candy paint
I pass the [?] ’cause a nigga don’t drank it
Only get faded on special occasions
Like when I get them new Ben Franks
I got niggas on the roof and the flank
For the ones who think diamonds be blank
We hit him up at the top of his tank
Strong arm who, bitch I get dank
Told him strip, let the lil baby spray
Now off rip name heavy in the race
Need no nigga, I depend on my faith
I bet they give me a Wraith and a [?]
Put all the play aways in the game and put a [?] out his ways
See niggas don’t know about all the pain and see all my struggle
See I came straight out of them crevices and that gutter
These niggas don’t know about it, better then not tell ’em I show ’em, yeah I show ’em

[Chorus: Eearz]
Can’t ever forget, can’t ever forget
Them haters remind me, to get back on my [?]
Where I come from niggas ’round here die ’bout that shit
Me and mine so fuck the other side, I am drippy
This shit that remind me, all the days I had less
Hatin’ on me for what? you should go get a check
You gon’ do what to who? better say it with your chest
We gon’ come for your neck, I suggest you protect

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Yeah, they’ll smoke you for a Rollie
Niggas kill him for a Cuban
Gotta watch how I’m movin’
Freddie Kruger with the Ruger
They’ll kill you when you’re talkin’ peace
Learned that shit from Martin Luther
Gotta move with a shooter
More jewels than a jeweler
Niggas be hating for what
You should go get you a check
Diamonds they jumping like checkers
But we still moving like chess
Head shot, head shot
Bang bang, what you gon’ do with that vest?
Ran off like thirty bricks
Give a fuck ’bout who the connect
We was just living to die
Now we just dying to live
They put my dog in the sky
We spilling bottles to live
You better check your homie ‘fore I put a check on the top of his head
Bitches be checking for me ’cause they know a nigga on top of his bread
I drop four like Uno
Fuck a popstar, get kudos
Two bad hoes in my two door
Flooded my fleece on [?]
Went OG on your OG
My young nigga he a fool though
We had to go get it OT
I made a milly off two O’s

[Chorus: Eearz]
Can’t ever forget, can’t ever forget
Them haters remind me, to get back on my [?]
Where I come from niggas ’round here die ’bout that shit
Me and mine so fuck the other side, I am drippy
This shit that remind me, all the days I had less
Hatin’ on me for what? you should go get a check
You gon’ do what to who? better say it with your chest
We gon’ come for your neck, I suggest you protect

[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

[Verse 1]
They thought I only rapped about murder and pistols
I’m tryna feed my family, I ain’t being political
You ain’t givin’ out money then they look at you pitiful
You make a couple million, niggas greedy, they envy you
Ayy, fuck that other side, we gon’ shoot up your Sprinter
I used to sell that crack and spray that MAC out that rental
Niggas run and hide when we roll down the window
Got a extendo and a hoodie, he can’t wait ’til December
Got a extendo and a hoodie, he gon’ shoot you on camera
Lost his faith in Jesus Christ, he prayin’ to a bandana
Police gunned his brother down, this shit too hard to handle
Loading up his chopper, he gon’ show ’em black lives matter

[Chorus]
Another nigga made the news, it ain’t nothin’ new
He done dropped outta school, it ain’t nothin’ new
He done got his first tool, it ain’t nothin’ new
Mama own that dog food, it ain’t nothin’ new
He smokin’ weed and he changin’, it ain’t nothin’ new
All his friends gang bangin’, it ain’t nothin’ new
Got a pocket full of hundreds and they all blue
Another nigga from the hood tryna ball too

[Verse 2]
Shit gettin’ outrageous
Treat us like slaves then they lock us up in cages
Young, black, poor, ain’t had a father since a baby
Why you think we skip school and hang out on the pavement?
Why you think we ridin’ ’round with choppers off safety?
Streets cutthroat, nigga, so I’m cutthroat
I used to sell dope, nigga, now I can’t vote
Poppin’ Percocets to kill the pain, I can’t cope
Anger in my genes, they used to hang us up with ropes
Civil rights came so they flood the hood with coke
Breakin’ down my people, tryna kill our faith and hope
They killed Martin Luther King and all he did was spoke
Welcome to the hood, yeah where niggas dyin’ at
Same place where the best chicken gettin’ fried at
Same place where the police killin’, tellin’ lies at
It ain’t just the babies, man, I swear the mama’s cryin’ now

[Chorus]
Another nigga made the news, it ain’t nothin’ new
He done dropped outta school, it ain’t nothin’ new
He done got his first tool, it ain’t nothin’ new
Mama own that dog food, it ain’t nothin’ new
He smokin’ weed and he changin’, it ain’t nothin’ new
All his friends gang bangin’, it ain’t nothin’ new
Got a pocket full of hundreds and they all blue
Another nigga from the hood tryna ball too

Lyrics Desiigner – Liife

Let me tell you how it is
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick.(liife)

Told me stay away from the bullshit
Stay focused, here the rhymin’
Shout to Big Blood, f**k the police
Heard Trump in the county
I seen niggas Feds
When I pulled up, yeah and he’s frownin’
Yeah niggas get bounties here
Hit the ocean, (grrrrrah) he drownin’
Bounce b***h, beat bouncin’
Hashtag, click, pound
Niggas talk s**t or freestyle
F**k them, everybody stylin’
Hot 97 turn to 9/11
When the MAC 11, streets rhymin’
Pop off these diamonds
Make a DJ get down with it.

I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets (it’s Gucci)
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick.

I’m on some real life
Real ice, this my real wife
I did real time and I lost my mind twice
On the interstate, gamblin’ like I’m shootin’ dice
I’ll drive the whole night just to get that low price (skrrt)
Everybody rootin’ for the underdog
But when you on the top, they wanna see you fall (fall)
But f**k ’em all versuri-lyrics.info
I put my back against the wall (wall)
They hate to see you ball
They wanna see a nigga crawl (fall)
Shout out to Desiigner, he be killin’ s**t (Desiigner)
You gotta be a hater you not feelin’ it (f**k ’em)
G.O.O.D. Music but we make that hood music (haaan)
And we ain’t gotta brag ’cause we used to it
(It’s Gucci!)

I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick.

Funny,
Desiigner
All the finest
Fill up the shooters
Man this boy gettin’ money
I’m in love with the money
Ayyyy, huhhh.

I’m on some real life, s**t liife, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pickkk.
Desiigner lyrics
Video Desiigner

Taz countin’ all this fuckin’ money
CashMoneyAP
Git, git, grrrrrah
Git, git, grrrrrah
Desiigner

I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try pick
I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try pick

Told me stay away from the bullshit
Stay focused, here the rhymin’
Shout to Big Blood, fuck the police
Heard Truck in the county
I seen niggas Feds
When I pulled up, yeah and he’s frownin’
Yeah niggas get bounties here
Hit the ocean, ( grrrrrah)he drownin’
Bounce bitch, beat bouncin’
Hashtag, click, pound
Niggas talk shit or freestyle
Fuck them, everybody stylin’
Hot 97 turn to 9/11
When the MAC 11, streets rhymin’
[?]
[?]
[?]

I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try to pick
I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try to pick

It’s Gucci
I’m on some real life
Real ice, this my real wife
I did real time when I lost my mind twice
On the interstate, gamblin’ like I’m shootin’ dice
I’ll drive the whole night just to get that low price (skrrt)
Everybody rootin’ for the underdog
But when you on the top, they wanna see you fall (fall)
But fuck ’em all
I put my back against the wall (wall)
They hate to see you ball
They wanna see a nigga crawl (fall)
Shout out to Desiigner, he be killin’ shit (Desiigner)
You gotta be a hater you not feelin’ it (fuck ’em)
G.O.O.D. Music but we make that hood music (haaan)
And we ain’t gotta brag ’cause we used to it (Gucci!)

I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try to pick
I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try to pick

Funny, Desiigner
All the [?]
Fill up the shooters
Man this boy gettin’ money
I’m in love with the money
[?]
Ayy, huh

I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past [?]
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try to pick

[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

[Verse 1]
All I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One nigga front, my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
One God to show me how to do things his son did
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood
Mixed with 151, one sip’ll make a nigga flip
Writin’ names on my hollow tips, plottin’ shit
Mad violence, who I’m gon’ body? This hood politics
Acknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us, roll up and try knockin’ us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up?
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken
Ricochetin’ between the spots that I’m hidin’ in
Blackin’ out as I shoot back – fuck gettin’ hit!
This is my hood, I’ma rep to the death of it
‘Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown
Hoodrats, don’t abortion your womb
We need more warriors soon
Sent from the star, sun and the moon
In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin’ victims with doctors
If you really think you ready to die, with 9’s out
This is what Nas is ’bout, nigga, the time is now

[Hook]
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic

[Verse 2]
All I need is one blunt, one page and one pen
One prayer; tell God forgive me for one sin
Matter of fact, maybe more than one
Look back at all the hatred against me – fuck all of them!
Jesus died at age 33, there’s 33 shots
From twin Glocks, there’s 16 apiece, that’s 32
Which means one of my guns was holdin’ 17
27 hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral
Never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent
Nothin’ is fair, niggas roll up, shootin’ from wheelchairs
My heart is racin’, tastin’ revenge in the air
I let this shit slide for too many years, too many times
Now I’m strapped with a couple of MAC’s, too many 9’s
If y’all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semi’s
Do more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty
There’s nothin’ in our way: they bust, we bust
They rush, we rush, lead flyin’, feel it? I feel it in my gut
That we take these bitches to war, lie ’em down
‘Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now

[Hook]
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic

[Verse 3]
All I need is one life, one try, one breath, I’m one man
What I stand for speaks for itself, they don’t understand
Don’t wanna see me on top, too egotistical
Talkin’ all that slick shit the same way these bitches do
Wonder what my secrets is
Niggas’ll move on you, only if they know what your weakness is
I have none – too late to grab guns
I’m blastin’ ‘cause I’m a cool nigga
Thought I wouldn’t have that ass done? Fooled you niggas
What you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin’
War gets deep, some beef is everlastin’
Complete with thick scars
Brothers knifin’ each other up in prison yards
Drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a cop would get killed
Body found in the dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my Range
Niggas throwin’ dirt on my name
Jealous ‘cause fiends got they work and complain
Bitches left me ‘cause they thought I was finished
Shoulda knew she wasn’t true
She came to me when her man caught a sentence
Diamonds are blindin’, I never make the same mistakes
Movin’ with a change of pace
Lighter load, see now the king is straight
Swellin’ my melon, ‘cause none of these niggas real
Heard they were tellin’ police, how can a kingpin squeal?
This is crazy, I’m on the right track, I’m finally found
You need some soul-searchin’, the time is now

[Hook]
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic
All I need is one mic

[Intro: OG Maco]
Let the bodies hit the
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

[Verse 1: OG Maco]
Never talk to pigs, I ain’t Charlotte
It’s a web of lies and I gotta dodge ’em
Collared for a crime and the system dog ’em
Niggas’ fleas off ’em, coppin’ pleas often
Freedom seem certain
And if he ain’t talkin’ he your real partner
Got a couple shottas with a rat problem
Put some cheese on em, got a gat callin’
Glock 40, hot lead on ’em
Blood bed for ’em
Really love life, he’ll beg for it
Niggas so trife, pat your back with a knife
From the dark, never seen a face
Barely seen a spark
Bark bark, it’s a dog in the night
Hawk watch on the birds servin’ white
He ain’t really got the nerves for the curb
Lil homie hit his head when he Gurb
Sprayin’ hollows in the turn with the swerve
Sipping sipping, hit the cup with the syrup
In the field with a MAC and my word
Walls talkin and the calls dropping
Got the Feds plottin’, dirty cops rockin’
And the opps watchin, thinkin’ all profit
And they all talkin’ ’til the dog barkin’
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[Hook: ManMan Savage]
Every day niggas out here catching bodies
Keep a bad bitch with me, look at her body
Moving in silence like I’m ‘luminati
Give her a xan, she give me her body
Al Capone shit, I ride with the shotty
I’m hearing voices, I might kill everybody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Every day niggas out here catching bodies
Keep a bad bitch with me, look at her body
Moving in silence like I’m ‘luminati
Give her a xan, she give me her body
Al Capone shit, I ride with the shotty
I’m hearing voices, I might kill everybody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody

[Verse 2: XVL Hendrix]
I don’t talk to nobody
Seven days I been geeking off molly
She rub on my body
Then she wanna come and hold me scotty
I get that money then double up, double up
Get whacked off for a cheap price
I fuck with a lot of my country niggas
They like to get geeked up on ice
Twenty-twenty vision, I can see this shit right
Got a stick on the seat and it’s sitting nice
Can’t fuck with these niggas, they probably police
They’ll cut they ties just to get you life
Fuck ’em, I ain’t seein’ niggas live life
First up, nigga I paid the price
Sipping that mud, I do not like ice
Young Hendrix, I can get whatever you like
Young nigga, man I earned my own stripes
Stacking chips just for me to get right
Fuck her feelings, man I’m catching a flight
Run the racks up all day and all night
Chasing these deals while I’m poppin’ these ‘cets
Before I hit twenty-five I’ma see a mil
Got the [?] jawn, that shit for real
In my city man it’s kill or be killed

[Hook: ManMan Savage]
Every day niggas out here catching bodies
Keep a bad bitch with me, look at her body
Moving in silence like I’m ‘luminati
Give her a xan, she give me her body
Al Capone shit, I ride with the shotty
I’m hearing voices, I might kill everybody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Every day niggas out here catching bodies
Keep a bad bitch with me, look at her body
Moving in silence like I’m ‘luminati
Give her a xan, she give me her body
Al Capone shit, I ride with the shotty
I’m hearing voices, I might kill everybody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody

[Outro: OG Maco]
Let the bodies hit the
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

[Intro: Doe Boy]
If Esco don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
You know how we rockin’ for young Future man

[Hook: Doe Boy]
I got 56 shots, nigga play with Esco
Choppers start boomin’, nigga play with Metro
But nah this ain’t no Metro, this a beat by Lex though
FBG the gang, bitch come sign to Death Row

[Verse: Doe Boy]
This ain’t gangsta rap, I’m just bringing hood back
Let a savage in the game, I make ’em feel like Suge back
All my niggas shoot straps, sell dog and cook crack
He a pussy with some money so you know we took that
9-1-1, the streets need me
The streets love Beezy ’cause the streets believe me
Bitch my hoe card don’t exist
Cross and you gon’ meet the stick
Bitch we riding like a Lyft
Wit guns we can barely lift
Bitch I’m flexin’, I’m cappin’, you lackin’, I’m jackin’
I pull out this cannon, demanding, not asking
You rappin’, not trapping, I’m savage, you acting
You taxing, they snatching, they pull up, get active
Why these pussies tryna beef, I’m not even in they reach
Got some youngins tryna eat, I’ll feed you to the streets
Oh these niggas think it’s sweet? where you at, I’m tryna link
Got that draco on the seat, make ’em JuJu on that beat
Hopped in da Audi, shooting then I’m outty
Niggas at my neck but I got all these goons around me
Broke niggas bore me, you can fight this .40
Magazine clip, I’ll let it tell a story
Ridin’ through the trenches but we pulling up in Porsches
Shooter on the streets but go to jail and get extorted
That’s why I don’t need the MAC
This the truth, it ain’t a rap
Last nigga ran up on me on the Fam, he took a nap
He ain’t really ’bout that life that pussy boy just talk that
Fifty thousand ’round my neck, I swear yo life don’t cost that
I can’t pay that boy attention ’cause he ain’t no boss yet
I got niggas that catch bodies they just ain’t get caught yet
Hold on

[Hook: Doe Boy]
I got 56 shots, nigga play with Esco
Choppers goin’ boomin’, nigga play with Metro
But nah this ain’t no Metro, this a beat by Lex though
FBG the gang, bitch come sign to Death Row

[Outro: Doe Boy]
Streets need me nigga
Gang gang
Doe!

[Hook: Brent Faiyaz]
She see money all around me
I look like I’m the man, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been?
You came out of hiding, girl
Don’t act like I’m your man
You just a fan, you don’t hold rank
Don’t hold no rank

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Bet against a real ass nigga with a sick ass mouth
And a slick ass flow
Catch-a-bullet-’round-me-nigga and a player when
I’m comin’ for the kitty, I’m a fool, goddamn
Do it for my niggas in the ghost right there
Do it for my niggas in the ghost right now
Niggas got killed for the boy living dreams in the hills
And it wasn’t for the boy right now
Goddamn, what a time, what a year
We are what them young boys fear
I kill, never been killed, that’s real, no lies
You can tell that from our pulse right now
Bet you wanna fuck me now
Bet you wanna love me down
Girl, you can’t tie me down like Ray J said
But know I’m down
Trigger nigga show me something
Shake it like you owe me something
Pushin’ on the pussy like a button
Came four times, fifth time you bustin’
Still gettin’ rowdy in the function
Bitches on my dick like it’s nothing
Everywhere I go now, always got shit bumpin’, jumpin’, bumpin’, jumpin’, yeah

[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
Hey, nice to meet, I’m Young Jefe, who you be?
Got the beast in Southeast, thousands clappin’ to this beat
She invite me to her crib, I walk in she see my heat
She said "But I live in the hills" bitch, that’s just the way I sleep
Stop that madness, I’m a savage
In traffic with MAC 11’s
Baddest bitch and she Spanish
I fly her to Calabasas
We get nasty, I’m her daddy
Does she know a nigga ain’t average?
Ain’t nothing wrong with fake asses
Bitch, turn around let’s make magic
I’m geekin’, uh huh I’m on it
Don’t look at me like you want it
Tell ’em that we ain’t stuntin’
In fourth down we ain’t puntin’ it
King of District of Columbia
Can’t come here without a permit
This shit really a jungle, gorillas and anacondas

[Hook: Brent Faiyaz]
She see money all around me
I look like I’m the man, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been?
You came out of hiding, girl
Don’t act like I’m your man
You just a fan, you don’t hold rank
Don’t hold no rank

[Intro]
If you gang, gang, gang, that’s what’s up with me
Freebandz
Fire Marshall

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)

[Verse 1]
2017 with the captains (flip)
The price too high, you must be cappin’ (flip)
All these Franklins got me trappin’ (flip, flip)
Sippin’ on Screw, I’m very active (flip, flip)
A half a milli, got matted
Your main bitch got batted
Got a clear view, no static
That’s a VVS on my fabrics
Chanel drapes one of one
I pay the rates to the Lord
Blitz, nigga, I’m a boss
Had the mail with me, I’m a star

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)

[Verse 2]
I’m gone past the moon, what you tellin’ me?
That nigga’s a goon, what you tellin’ me?
The bitch in the room, what you tellin’ me?
I’m hotter than the sun, what you tellin’ me?
These niggas my sons, what you tellin’ me?
They eat up my crumbs, what you tellin’ me?
Your brother a bum, what you tellin’ me?
Straight out the slums, what you tellin’ me?
I came out the mud, I’m stashin’ the drugs
Gotta bring out the tub of Ace
I was never in love with the Wraith
Got a new Panorama on the way
Went to Pluto, beyond with my cape
Can’t run when the drum in your face
I’m the mothafuckin’ don, why you hatin’?

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip

[Outro]
Host: Hahahaha, we back, baby! Yeah, listen, once again this is Got It All Cap City Podcast, internet broadcast. Our credibility and validity is in… listen, man! If you ain’t fuckin’ with us, man, you ain’t fuckin’ with the industry, man. Okay we got the next caller from Vienna. Uh oh, hello?
Woman: Hello!?
Host: Oh she from Campbellton. Okay we got our next caller from Campbellton. You are the winner! Yes!
Woman: You can hear me on the radio?
Host: Yes!
Woman: I’m finna get you a new daddy, fuckin’ we gonna get me a baller, fuckin’….
Host: Yes, you have won the one and only Cap City baller rapper kit
Woman: And I’ve been workin’ too, man, I’ve been drinkin’ this, some flat tummy, see, so I can get me a baller
Host: Okay the flat, but listen, baby, you have somethin’ more important than a flat tummy, you are gonna win a lifetime supply of the Asian Kung Pao saran wrap condoms
Woman: Ooh I need them
Host: Yes they’re guaranteed to pop. And look we’re also gonna throw in, listen, this is special. We got the two millimeter geo globe tracking device system so you can…
Woman: So I’ma know how to pull up on him to tell him this his baby too
Host: Yes, yes, yes, baby! That is free game from Cap City Records, baby, we appreciate you callin’, we gon’ put you on hold
Woman: Hold on, hold on you did not tell them to follow me on Instagram, I’m tryna get my followers up
Host: Uh huh okay tell ’em where to follow you at
Woman: Y’all, please, ballers only, dudes who got the bag, who got the check, I need all y’all to follow me on T Hot Pocket underscore—y’all got that?
Host: Yeah okay we got it
Woman: I said it real slow so make sure y’all got that
Host: We got that, baby, we got that, baby
Woman: Follow me! What’s up!?
Host: Okay Cap City Records
Woman: Ballers only, no broke niggas
Host: Okay but Cap City, we gon’ to break, go to break!

If you gang, gang, gang, that’s what’s up with me
Freebandz
Fire Marshall

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)

[Verse 1]
2017 with the captains (flip)
The price too high, you must be cappin’ (flip)
All these Franklins got me trappin’ (flip, flip)
Sippin’ on Screw, I’m very active (flip, flip)
A half a milli, got matted
Your main bitch got batted
Got a clear view, no static
That’s a VVS on my fabrics
Chanel drapes one of one
I pay the rates to the Lord
Blitz, nigga, I’m a boss
Had the mail with me, I’m a star

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)

[Verse 2]
I’m gone past the moon, what you tellin’ me?
That nigga’s a goon, what you tellin’ me?
The bitch in the room, what you tellin’ me?
I’m hotter than the sun, what you tellin’ me?
These niggas my sons, what you tellin’ me?
They eat up my crumbs, what you tellin’ me?
Your brother a bum, what you tellin’ me?
Straight out the slums, what you tellin’ me?
I came out the mud, I’m stashin’ the drugs
Gotta bring out the tub of Ace
I was never in love with the Wraith
Got a new Panorama on the way
Went to Pluto, beyond with my cape
Can’t run when the drum in your face
I’m the mothafuckin’ don, why you hatin’?

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip

[Outro]
Host: Hahahaha, we back, baby! Yeah, listen, once again this is Got It All Cap City Podcast, internet broadcast. Our credibility and validity is in… listen, man! If you ain’t fuckin’ with us, man, you ain’t fuckin’ with the industry, man. Okay we got the next caller from Vienna. Uh oh, hello?
Woman: Hello!?
Host: Oh she from Campbellton. Okay we got our next caller from Campbellton. You are the winner! Yes!
Woman: You can hear me on the radio?
Host: Yes!
Woman: I’m finna get you a new daddy, fuckin’ we gonna get me a baller, fuckin’….
Host: Yes, you have won the one and only Cap City baller rapper kit
Woman: And I’ve been workin’ too, man, I’ve been drinkin’ this, some flat tummy, see, so I can get me a baller
Host: Okay the flat, but listen, baby, you have somethin’ more important than a flat tummy, you are gonna win a lifetime supply of the Asian Kung Pao saran wrap condoms
Woman: Ooh I need them
Host: Yes they’re guaranteed to pop. And look we’re also gonna throw in, listen, this is special. We got the two millimeter geo globe tracking device system so you can…
Woman: So I’ma know how to pull up on him to tell him this his baby too
Host: Yes, yes, yes, baby! That is free game from Cap City Records, baby, we appreciate you callin’, we gon’ put you on hold
Woman: Hold on, hold on you did not tell them to follow me on Instagram, I’m tryna get my followers up
Host: Uh huh okay tell ’em where to follow you at
Woman: Y’all, please, ballers only, dudes who got the bag, who got the check, I need all y’all to follow me on T Hot Pocket underscore—y’all got that?
Host: Yeah okay we got it
Woman: I said it real slow so make sure y’all got that
Host: We got that, baby, we got that, baby
Woman: Follow me! What’s up!?
Host: Okay Cap City Records
Woman: Ballers only, no broke niggas
Host: Okay but Cap City, we gon’ to break, go to break!

[Verse 1: Solo 45]
Rah
Alright, roll, roll, roll
Space between the cars, go, go, go
Some of us are dench yo
I don’t give a flying fuck
Pagans gotta go, go, go
Keep it on the low, low, low
Nosey bastards askin’ questions
Tell them niggas “I said so”

[Bridge: Solo 45]
Five guns, five whips, five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips, five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips, five guns, five whips
Spot any antennae, switch ‘em off

[Hook: Solo 45]
Let the MAC ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it
Spot any antennae
Switch ‘em off, let the MAC ring

Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Spot any antenna
Switch ‘em off, let the MAC… Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
[Verse 2: Stormzy]
See you got goons and I got goons
But I swear down, you don’t wanna see mine vex
I don’t care if you bang weights
When I run up on you when you’re doing [?] chest
Them boy there been copying bars
So don’t be alarmed when he thief mine next
I don’t sneak diss, fuck that sneak shit
Tell a little nigga “look, be direct”
Who are you? What you sayin’? What you on?
Yeah, fuck that, what you doing? Where you from?
Beg man don’t say my name cuh’ I [?]
Walk in, slap mans face then I’m gone
I can tell that they feel I’m dumb
Chattin’ ‘bout views like it’s all that I’ve done
Hatin’ pricks wanna chat about L’s
Come we discuss all the wars that I’ve won
Big bro’s here, tell 45 come
Rinse that kick ‘til the 45’s done
He was like “I wanna try draw for the MAC”
I was like “yeah, but the 45’s dumb”
Said “bring your choice, bring four, five guns”
The MAC-10 rings, but the 45 hums
He said I’m gonna bring a 45 too
So then we attack like a 4-5-1
Boy

[Bridge: Solo 45]
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
My nigga five guns, five whips, five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips, five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips, five guns, five whips
Spot any antennae, switch ‘em off

[Hook: Solo 45]
Let the MAC ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it
Spot any antennae
Switch ‘em off, let the MAC ring

Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Spot any antennae
Switch ‘em off, let the MAC… Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips

[Hook: Wiley]
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money, P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money, P Money

[Verse 1: Wiley & P Money]
I ain’t never been the type of spitter on a track
To have a donny murk me and never murk back
‘Cause all I wanna do is see my name at the top
That’s why I can’t act like I never heard that
I’ve got ears, am I hearing, any pussy test, I will spear him
Them man have got one bag of chat
They’ve got one bag of Ps, what you bringin’ round here?
Ask them what they’re doin’ round here
Cuh if they want a bit of mine, tell a man I want to get rid of guys
I’m known for rollin’ with man that’s clearly uncivilised
Man will fill in these pitta guys
About they wanna take man for a mouse
‘Til I press a button and get your fanpage minimised
Every single one of their flows are opitimised
Everyone’s sick ’til I realised
Nobody’s sicker than the sickest MC
When you realise nobody’s slewin’ ’em again
I ain’t Skepta, but man’s been there, done that
And now man is on doin’ it again
Don’t touch my set, you’ll ruin it again
There he goes offbeat, you’re doin’ it again
Mad, man can’t diss my mum
Every clash I’ve had, I’m on bringin’ in a skeng
Oi, Wiley, tell them again

[Hook: Wiley]
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money, P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money, P Money

[Verse 2: Wiley]
When I was broke, I was better at this
My money got me couple iceberg sweaters and this
When I started, I didn’t know I’d get on the list
Of MCs who were top flight, sprayin’ on the top mic
Ain’t done the work but you boast that it’s not right
Used to waste grands on garms but now I shop right
First ten years, G, I was on a block hype
Some MCs are alike but I’m not like
None of them, and I’ve had wars with a ton of ’em
Nobody’s ever gonna do what we done again
Put me in any scene, I end up runnin’ it
My crew are winners, we end up sonnin’ them
Cuh my dons stand on the frontline
Ready for the war in the cold or the sunshine
You wanna flop in your game but I run mine
I be in the skillzone, bullseye, one time

[Hook: Wiley]
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money (I’m telling you)
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money (brap, brap)
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money, P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny (hey)
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money, P Money

[Outro: P Money sample]
Yo, a lot of these MCs think they’re bad
I held the MAC and the MAC went mad
This something screaming ratatat
And now you’re a myth nobody know, blam
Everybody scatters, nobody look back
Don’t drink loads and think that you’re rough, blud
I will show you Jack and Daniels gassed

Lyrics Migos – What the price

Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
No surprise.(what the price)

What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The bitch bad, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(Price, going up yeah)
I slide
(skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, priceee).

Bad Mona Lisa
Slide with my people
Pink slip for the ride
But what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes, no cosigns
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater did my own grinds.

Tell me what the preacher preach about (preacher)
Tell me what the teacher teach about (teacher)
I’ma go find me a better route
That bullshit and cap you can leave it out (cap)
They talking but ain’t tryna hear me out
Won’t open the door, tryna leave me out (open)
I’ma pull up and just empty out (brrr)
Come through, just make sure you clear me out (brrr).

Oohhh
Clear me out, clear me out
Just clear me out
Clear me out.

What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The bitch bad, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
I slide
(skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt, going up)
Hold on (shit goin’ up, you know what I mean)
(Woo woo, price)
Offset!

I do not care what the tag will say (I don’t)
I done brought out a big bag today (bag)
I just pulled up with the MAC today (brrr)
I don’t plan on going out sad today (brrr)
Pay what you owe, eighty a show (eighty)
Close the curtain and smoke in the Ghost (gas)
Hop in the i8 and lift up the door (skrrt)
Young rich nigga, more money than I owe (hey)
Got your hoe at the condo, no clothes, yeah
Climb on a young nigga pole, yeah
You don’t wanna go there (nah)
Sticks and the dracos in here (brrr)
Got racks in the back of my pants (racks)
Got racks in the bachelor pad (racks)
These bitches they fuck for a bag (smash)
And you niggas gon’ go out sad.

Bad Mona Lisa (bad)
Slide with my people (skrrt skrrt)
Pink slip for the ride (skrrt skrrt)
But what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes (dimes), no cosigns (no cosigns)
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater, did my own grinds, yeah (grinds).

What the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The bitch bad, I slide
(skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price, yeahhh!)
Migos lyrics
Video price

Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
No surprise

What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The big bag, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price)

Bad Mona Lisa
Slide with my people
Pink slip for the ride, but what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes, no cosigns
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater did my own grinds

Tell me what the preacher preach about (preacher)
Tell what the teacher teach about (teacher)
I’ma go find me a better route
That bullshit and cap you can leave it out (cap)
They talking but ain’t tryna hear me out
Won’t open the door, tryna leave me out (open)
I’ma pull up and just empty out (brrr)
Come through, just make sure you clear me out (brrr)

Ooh
Clear me out, clear me out
Just clear me out
Clear me out

What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The big bag, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on (shit goin’ up, you know what I mean)
(Woo woo, price)
Offset!

I do not care what the tag will say (I don’t)
I done brought out a big bag today (bag)
I just pulled up with the MAC today (brrr)
I don’t plan on going out sad today (brrr)
Pay what you owe, eighty a show (eighty)
Close the curtain and smoke in the Ghost (gas)
Hop in the iron and lift up the door (skrrt)
Young rich nigga, more money than I owe (hey)
Got your hoe at the condo, no clothes, yeah
Climb on a young nigga pole, yeah
You don’t wanna go there (nah)
Sticks and the dracos in here (brrr)
Got racks in the back of my pants (racks)
Got racks in the bachelor pad (racks)
These bitches they fuck for a bag (smash)
And you niggas gon’ go out sad

Bad Mona Lisa (bad)
Slide with my people (skerr skerr)
Pink slip for the ride (skerr skerr)
But what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes (dimes), no cosigns (cosigns)
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater, did my own grinds, yeah (grinds)

What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price, yeah!)

[Intro: Quavo]
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
No surprise

[Hook: Takeoff & Quavo]
What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The big bag, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price)

[Refrain: Quavo]
Bad Mona Lisa
Slide with my people
Pink slip for the ride, but what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes, no cosigns
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater did my own grinds

[Verse 1: Takeoff & Quavo]
Tell me what the preacher preach about (preacher)
Tell what the teacher teach about (teacher)
I’ma go find me a better route
That bullshit and cap you can leave it out (cap)
They talking but ain’t tryna hear me out
Won’t open the door, tryna leave me out (open)
I’ma pull up and just empty out (brrr)
Come through, just make sure you clear me out (brrr)

[Bridge: Quavo]
Ooh
Clear me out, clear me out
Just clear me out
Clear me out

[Hook: Takeoff, Quavo, & Offset]
What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The big bag, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on (shit goin’ up, you know what I mean)
(Woo woo, price)
Offset!

[Verse 2: Offset]
I do not care what the tag will say (I don’t)
I done brought out a big bag today (bag)
I just pulled up with the MAC today (brrr)
I don’t plan on going out sad today (brrr)
Pay what you owe, eighty a show (eighty)
Close the curtain and smoke in the Ghost (gas)
Hop in the iron and lift up the door (skrrt)
Young rich nigga, more money than I owe (hey)
Got your hoe at the condo, no clothes, yeah
Climb on a young nigga pole, yeah
You don’t wanna go there (nah)
Sticks and the dracos in here (brrr)
Got racks in the back of my pants (racks)
Got racks in the bachelor pad (racks)
These bitches they fuck for a bag (smash)
And you niggas gon’ go out sad

[Refrain: Quavo & Takeoff]
Bad Mona Lisa (bad)
Slide with my people (skerr skerr)
Pink slip for the ride (skerr skerr)
But what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes (dimes), no cosigns (cosigns)
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater, did my own grinds, yeah (grinds)

[Hook: Takeoff & Quavo]
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price, yeah!)

Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
No surprise

What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The big bag, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price)

Bad Mona Lisa
Slide with my people
Pink slip for the ride, but what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes, no cosigns
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater did my own grinds

Tell me what the preacher preach about (preacher)
Tell what the teacher teach about (teacher)
I’ma go find me a better route
That bullshit and cap you can leave it out (cap)
They talking but ain’t tryna hear me out
Won’t open the door, tryna leave me out (open)
I’ma pull up and just empty out (brrr)
Come through, just make sure you clear me out (brrr)

Ooh
Clear me out, clear me out
Just clear me out
Clear me out

What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The big bag, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on (shit goin’ up, you know what I mean)
(Woo woo, price)
Offset!

I do not care what the tag will say (I don’t)
I done brought out a big bag today (bag)
I just pulled up with the MAC today (brrr)
I don’t plan on going out sad today (brrr)
Pay what you owe, eighty a show (eighty)
Close the curtain and smoke in the Ghost (gas)
Hop in the iron and lift up the door (skrrt)
Young rich nigga, more money than I owe (hey)
Got your hoe at the condo, no clothes, yeah
Climb on a young nigga pole, yeah
You don’t wanna go there (nah)
Sticks and the dracos in here (brrr)
Got racks in the back of my pants (racks)
Got racks in the bachelor pad (racks)
These bitches they fuck for a bag (smash)
And you niggas gon’ go out sad

Bad Mona Lisa (bad)
Slide with my people (skerr skerr)
Pink slip for the ride (skerr skerr)
But what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes (dimes), no cosigns (cosigns)
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater, did my own grinds, yeah (grinds)

What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price, yeah!)

[Hook]
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (chef it)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (swish)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (swish)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (balling)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)

[Verse 1]
In and out of flats for the floos (guala)
You ain’t with the dogs, you’re a puss (meow)
Tell ’em "domme jongens in je stad" (ayy)
My Dutch bruddas bun ’em like kush, ayy
Who can kick the riddim like man? (who?)
Rich, living lavish, that’s the plan (by 25)
Jakes see me winning, they’re vexed (they’re vexed)
They just want a brudda in the can, nope
You ain’t cool if you ain’t in a gang (gang)
Hours and them hours like Stan (up there)
Always got my hood up like Kenny (got my hood)
No killing me, though, I’m the man (you can try)
Fader said I’m doing up shows (that’s real, you know)
Complex said I’m gonna blow (Complex)
The papers said that you should come and watch man (Guardian)
My mama said to leave my bro alone (haha)
Still up in the manor, that’s Grove (West 10)
Cruising through the music, I drove (skrrr)
White up in the tees like Hov (skrrr skrrr)
All my niggas whip it on the stove (whip)
No one ever helped in my zone (no one)
Bro, I had to do it on my own (on my ones)
Old girls didn’t wanna fuck me, now
I don’t even fuck them and they still moan (they’re moaning)
Hit a bitch once, then I skate (I’m gone)
Never let a Jezebel stay (never)
Drunk, seeing life through my Ray-Bans
I don’t even sleep till the day (I’m out here)
Tell a model bitch come play (come)
Give a couple beats like Dre (boo-boof)
Wetting up the pussy like clay, ayy
Now she’s tryna call a nigga bae

[Hook]
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (chef it)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (swish)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (swish)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (balling)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)

[Verse 2]
Every time I step up in the place (hey)
Girls all tryna get up in my face (wah?)
"Oh my god, it’s AJ Trace (oh my god)
Baby boy, I wanna be your mate" (hey)
No, bitch, man are on the chase (on the chase)
Chase for the guala and the papes (bread)
Bro fresh home from a case (yeah)
Let him hold a badders called Stace (hit that)
I just wanna make bare dough (leave me alone)
Beg you give a young nigga space (OK), ayy
Cooking up a jawn, get a plate (plate)
Eating, I ain’t even saying grace (my bad)
Henney going straight to my face (to my face)
Spilling liquor when I’m onstage (splash, splash)
Probably spilt the liquor on Paige (probably), ayy
Probably spilt the liquor on Paige (probably)
Alex to my pals, I’m Age (I’m Age)
Feds have got my bruddas in the cage (free ’em)
Couple opps out here all brave (OK), yeah?
I’mma slide with the MAC on rage
Gat long like a twelve gauge (nah)
Catch a corn or you’re gonna catch a shave (dip, dip)
Get a nigga down for the brodies (bros)
Get a nigga down in the grave (ahh)
Nike Air Max on my coat (on my coat)
Masked up when I do the roads (skrrr skrrr)
Girls can’t stay up in my hotel (nope)
Give a couple rounds, then I’m gonna ghost (I’m gone)
For the game, I’m tryna get the codes (them codes)
You’re broke but you wanna talk loads (you chatty)
When I see these guys, they’re running, running
Jumping over fences like a toad

[Hook]
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (chef it)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (swish)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (swish)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (balling)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang!
Yeah
2 times, 2 times!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion (?) fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
The streets left me hangin’ with niggas I can eat with
Ridin’ through with Chicago with some boys on some street shit
Fuck a lot niggas’ hoes ’cause I’m on some me shit
Do a hit, don’t go by for yo’ mans, he know he hit
(?), you a fool you thinkin’ I drink hit
Pull up on yo’ bitch i8 drop I might hit the swift
Dab on ’em, AP in the trap I might jab on ’em
AP, I know them well I spend a couple thou on them
3 pills, they don’t mean shit don’t put no time in it
I ain’t talkin’ college with these dudes, I put like 5 in it
5 for glasses, pussy niggas I see 5 men
Slide with me, crippin’ with homie free the guys nigga
2 times for (?) that’s they trippin’
2 times from this henny I can feel it
We come for niggas yeah we know the business
Rob me pussy niggas was the endin’, like
I stunt, gotta open trunk to the edges
I bust, get up close to me and see that .50
Like I must, get a 100 M’s before I’m 50
Like pie crust, sip so much lean that I broke my kidneys

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion (?) fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
MAC is on me, niggas so doo-doo MAC go in the (?), ay!
Two seater, me and my main fuck I eat her, ay!
Cool nigga, a pair of yeezys some Adidas, ay!
15 thousand, go up to 20 for a feature, ay!
2 pints, I was underseas gettin’ it too high
Too fly, I can get a mansion up in Dubai
Drive by, only one I land up in the Chi
Feds on me, and these niggas prayin’ I get 10 lives
Opps cast, and I know for sure they ain’t got 10 lives
Catch ’em down (?) tell a pussy nigga bye bye
Street nigga, way before Pac I was thug life
Got up, it fell down twice I was drugged twice
K snitch, bitch I’m gang gang hoe I can’t switch
Grey hits, I ain’t talkin’ music bitch I’m Ape shit
Fake shit, only come around ’cause we stay lit
Take shit, call a (?) we gon’ tape shit
Man down, bitch my city lit, we don’t play ’round
Beefin’ with my boys, tell them pussy niggas stand down
Choppas mad rugers good night heard that gun sound
Gonna shoot a nigga and the shit watch the gun sound

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion (?) fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

[Intro: Lil Durk & 21 Savage]
I’mma say it 2 times with this money, money, on me, on me Gang!
We ain’t playin’ with this niggas man
Ay we different nigga
Boss shit!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me
Why you tweakin’ ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!)
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
I’mma spaz, spaz, get on yo’ ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
No need for vest, vest
Aim, aim, hit, hit, a chance, chance yes, yes (Dope)
Shooters, shooters with me, with me
Why you playin’ 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Get the shots nigga, woah (21)
That stick gon’ sweep a nigga up, you better not hit the floor
SWAT team, Miles Burke, comin’ through the door (21)
Tommy gun woah
Trench coat woah
Lil’ bitch I know you heard how Young Savage scrap the bowl (skrt)
Motorola beepin’ (21)
VVSs fleekin’ (fleek)
Lil Durk he got the 30 on him, he might get to tweakin’ (21)
I just pulled up on yo’ main bitch and you know she freaky (ya dig)
She know I ain’t no sleeper (I dig)
Time to call a uber (21)
Young Savage man I bought a draco for my shooter (21, 21)
MAC 11 smoke yo’ baby daddy like some hookah (ya dig)
We got Glocks, Ks, TECs, nigga and bazookas (straight up)
Clip long like a ruler (straight up!)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me
Why you tweakin’ ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!)
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
I’mma spaz, spaz, get on yo’ ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
No need for vest, vest
Aim, aim, hit, hit, a chance, chance yes, yes (Dope)
Shooters, shooters with me, with me
Why you playin’ 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Me I just came out of poverty
I just spend 50 on property
I’m from the streets to the gun violence
Glocks annihilate you probably
I pour up a four for my dead guys
My hood is more than a block to me
I keep a jock on me, a couple killas ain’t no opps with me
Bitches want sex I want all mouth
We be them niggas they talkin’ ’bout
I’m saucin’ I’m walkin’, I’m Wayne now
Don’t treat I’m coolin’ with gang now
Overdose I’m like Wayne now
Before we was strapped like Girbaud jeans
Now we spend 50 on chains now
And we put 50 on things now
Booty died from dialysis
Opp niggas was the happiest
The city know we be wacking shit
Real killa, ain’t know accident
Crackin’ calls with the MACs and shit
Got the pounds and I’m matchin’ shit
Guns and dope in the mattress shit
Fuck nigga with the actin’ shit
Gang!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me
Why you tweakin’ ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!)
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
I’mma spaz, spaz, get on yo’ ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
No need for vest, vest
Aim, aim, hit, hit, a chance, chance yes, yes (Dope)
Shooters, shooters with me, with me
Why you playin’ 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)

[Intro]
I got my nina, don’t need her
Rest in peace Miss Cleo
‘Cause she know I’m just gon’ read her
Rest in peace to Cleo
I got my nina, don’t need her
Rest in peace Miss Cleo
‘Cause she know I’m just gon’ read her
Rest in peace to Cleo

[Hook]
Yea I’m walkin’ with them racks
Yea I’m walkin’ with them stacks
Watch I make it right back
And my uzi all black
Walk around with the MAC
It was really nice to know ya
But I see right through ya
Now my crib got a pool
Now a nigga livin’ cool
Water, water on my jewels
Phillip Lim on my shoes
Yeah, I’m a winner not a loser
It was really nice to know ya
I can see right through ya

[Verse 1]
Yeah, mix it up in a double cup
Cuz gettin’ so screwed up
Life gettin’ so screwed up
Diamonds hittin’, they look blue ya
You got rhinestones, you can’t fool us
Brought my side bitch, I’ma put up
Mix my young bitches with cougars
Fool us, no you can not fool us
Yeah, talk to my shooter
They say they need some more ruler
She better follow my rule
Diamonds so cool like cooler
Yeah, thumb through the money, right through it
All of my money is blue ya
What’s her name don’t know she knew
Yea don’t have a DJ Clue
Counting money help my mood
Yea you know
Mister diamond wet like boat
Y’all always copy my flow
[?]
Put ’em on pause
Diamonds they wet like a boat
Diamonds they wet like a boat
Diamonds they wet like a boat
Countin’ this money keep goin’
Watch me I’m here with my shawty
Watch me I’m here with my shawty
Watch me I’m here with my shawty

[Hook]
Yea I’m walkin’ with them racks
Yea I’m walkin’ with them stacks
Watch I make it right back
And my uzi all black
Walk around with the MAC
It was really nice to know ya
But I see right through ya
Now my crib got a pool
Now a nigga livin’ cool
Water, water on my jewels
Phillip Lim on my shoes
Yeah, I’m a winner not a loser
It was really nice to know ya
I can see right through ya

[Verse 2]
Spending that money at [?]
This is a Range not a Land Rover
I keep it clean
Inside peanut butter outside mint green
I never been overseas
But got some girls from overseas
Yea you know what I mean
Fly ’em first class so I can [?] just see ’em
One night with me she just want to leave him
I told her that she really should keep him
Cause he hold her down and he can peep her
She said her love for me is not equal
We are the same but I’m just a little higher like Bugatti and Beetle
Know I told you I would never leave you
Ok hit that thing right in that fetal
Me and my boys walk across the street with them suits on feel like The Beatles
I heard you chain was a rental
I love my ring like I’m Smeagle
Yea I stay sharp like a needle
Yea I’m so high like an eagle
I pulled up in that two seater
Put my cousin in a Beamer
I got money I don’t need her
Rest in peace Miss Cleo
Cause she know I’m just gon’ read her
Rest in peace to Cleo
Used to set it off in Neiman’s
Whip it up now they fiendin’
Nowadays I fight my demons
Drink soda like Kel got dreads like Kenan

[Hook]
Yea I’m walkin’ with them racks
Yea I’m walkin’ with them stacks
Watch I make it right back
And my uzi all black
Walk around with the MAC
It was really nice to know ya
But I see right through ya
Now my crib got a pool
Now a nigga livin’ cool
Water, water on my jewels
Phillip Lim on my shoes
Yeah, I’m a winner not a loser
It was really nice to know ya
I can see right through ya

[Intro]
I got my nina, don’t need her
Rest in peace Miss Cleo
‘Cause she know I’m just gon’ read her
Rest in peace to Cleo
I got my nina, don’t need her
Rest in peace Miss Cleo
‘Cause she know I’m just gon’ read her
Rest in peace to Cleo

[Hook]
Yea I’m walkin’ with them racks
Yea I’m walkin’ with them stacks
Watch I make it right back
And my uzi all black
Walk around with the MAC
It was really nice to know ya
But I see right through ya
Now my crib got a pool
Now a nigga livin’ cool
Water, water on my jewels
Phillip Lim on my shoes
Yeah, I’m a winner not a loser
It was really nice to know ya
I can see right through ya

[Verse 1]
Yeah, mix it up in a double cup
Cuz gettin’ so screwed up
Life gettin’ so screwed up
Diamonds hittin’, they look blue ya
You got rhinestones, you can’t fool us
Brought my side bitch, I’ma put up
Mix my young bitches with cougars
Fool us, no you can not fool us
Yeah, talk to my shooter
They say they need some more ruler
She better follow my rule
Diamonds so cool like cooler
Yeah, thumb through the money, right through it
All of my money is blue ya
What’s her name don’t know she knew
Yea don’t have a DJ Clue
Counting money help my mood
Yea you know
Mister diamond wet like boat
Y’all always copy my flow
[?]
Put ’em on pause
Diamonds they wet like a boat
Diamonds they wet like a boat
Diamonds they wet like a boat
Countin’ this money keep goin’
Watch me I’m here with my shawty
Watch me I’m here with my shawty
Watch me I’m here with my shawty

[Hook]
Yea I’m walkin’ with them racks
Yea I’m walkin’ with them stacks
Watch I make it right back
And my uzi all black
Walk around with the MAC
It was really nice to know ya
But I see right through ya
Now my crib got a pool
Now a nigga livin’ cool
Water, water on my jewels
Phillip Lim on my shoes
Yeah, I’m a winner not a loser
It was really nice to know ya
I can see right through ya

[Verse 2]
Spending that money at [?]
This is a Range not a Land Rover
I keep it clean
Inside peanut butter outside mint green
I never been overseas
But got some girls from overseas
Yea you know what I mean
Fly ’em first class so I can [?] just see ’em
One night with me she just want to leave him
I told her that she really should keep him
Cause he hold her down and he can peep her
She said her love for me is not equal
We are the same but I’m just a little higher like Bugatti and Beetle
Know I told you I would never leave you
Ok hit that thing right in that fetal
Me and my boys walk across the street with them suits on feel like The Beatles
I heard you chain was a rental
I love my ring like I’m Smeagle
Yea I stay sharp like a needle
Yea I’m so high like an eagle
I pulled up in that two seater
Put my cousin in a Beamer
I got money I don’t need her
Rest in peace Miss Cleo
Cause she know I’m just gon’ read her
Rest in peace to Cleo
Used to set it off in Neiman’s
Whip it up now they fiendin’
Nowadays I fight my demons
Drink soda like Kel got dreads like Kenan

[Hook]
Yea I’m walkin’ with them racks
Yea I’m walkin’ with them stacks
Watch I make it right back
And my uzi all black
Walk around with the MAC
It was really nice to know ya
But I see right through ya
Now my crib got a pool
Now a nigga livin’ cool
Water, water on my jewels
Phillip Lim on my shoes
Yeah, I’m a winner not a loser
It was really nice to know ya
I can see right through ya

[Intro]
Ya, I don’t want that bitch cuz she garb’
Ya, I just want her [?] faster

[Hook]
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Rollie is water, it came out the faucet
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Roli is water, it came out the faucet
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage

[Verse 1]
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
I’mma hit ya ho and then I give it back
Married to the money, all these greens have a icy tag
"Flexin’ on Purpose", then ya nigga had to sit back
Money on my mind, I was thinkin’ ’bout a hundred right
Lil thot gimme top ice in my wrist watch
Oh my mother, I won’t love her, can’t trust her
Both rubbers on and face down, bust it
Kissed a hoe and I’m appreciate , she sick (urgh)
Your chain came out the more you bust it (whoop!)
Call me the goat
Too much lean, got a purple fo
I do with that bitch, ‘cuz she garbage
Fucking ho’s, all the runway models
Diamond’s water, like they came out damn faster
You was winnin’, had a soul, but you lost it
Nigga they tryna be me
Give a fuck about a bitch, roll your money up
I got a foreign, I just make her count it
All of my business don’t need no accountant
Niggas are the poor, fuck these niggas I ain’t tryna be cool
Grow bad money, got bands like a fo’
I’mma count hundreds, I ain’t think about you

[Hook]
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Rollie is water, it came out the faucet
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Roli is water, it came out the faucet
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage

[Verse 2]
Keep on winning, got the face up
Rolling with a MAC with a back up
Ain’t stressin’ on bitch, I’m a player
Fucking all eve, I can’t buy you no help
Cut her off with a scizor
Countin’ money, get a spinner
Nigga fall like the winner
Came for the ball and gotta flex up
See a hundred, got a learn keep callin’
Current traps, just trippin’, I’m ballin’
Take her home, I’mma fuck to the molly
Fuck her ’round, with a hundred, it’s on me
Wake up and see more Benjamins
Change a check, yeah dat way
Countin’ money, get a headache
Rich Forever, I’m in Beverly
I was gonna had it clean, now I’m facing really
You can’t see, find no nigga that ain’t got a milli
You slapped me the ho, put your Paypal
I’m on the way till I pick up the phone
Shoutout my new bitch, December she call
Got a quarter milli, now I’m flexin’ you both

[Hook]
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Rollie is water, it came out the faucet
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage
Shout out my new bitch, she perfect
Jabbed her, trap still jumpin’ like Kermit
Flexin", I’m makin’ ’em vomit
The Roli is water, it came out the faucet
I put a M in my closet
Racks cannot fit in my wallet
The money is comin’, can’t stop it
I don’t want that bitch ‘cuz she garbage

[Hook]
Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I’m turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
Buster cannon blow up the room
Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I’m turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
Buster cannon, blow up the room

[Verse 1]
Man’s from Grove, you already know
Beg friend who? Kick him in a hole
Bare Nike ticks on the kicks, that shows
Asked who I am, she already knows
Gang only, gangdem, that’s bros
Fam know me, famdem, let’s go
"Can I get a verse?" Big fat no
Squad with smoke, click clack bow
Man chat nuff, go get a job
Girls want cuff, I just want gwop
You’re a wasteman, you’re a big fat slob
Don’t have a fit, don’t cry, don’t sob
Turn up to shows, I’m already drunk
Shelling down grime, I don’t do funk
Guys got the shotgun, big like Inch
And the barrel come long like a elephant’s trunk (Wah?)
Stepping on checks, stepping onstage
I don’t want a beat from them man, that’s dead
If it ain’t Nyge or Faze then it’s Tre
Cuh the beat sound like an impact to the head
Backstage entrance, no front door
Got a plus 10 and they’ve got a plus 4
Man do graveyard when I’m on tour
Don’t chase girls, lose one, there’s more

[Hook]
Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I’m turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
Buster cannon blow up the room
Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I’m turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
Buster cannon, blow up the room

[Verse 2]
I’m in the green room
All my Gs dem smoking with the green
Crem am-am to the dome
This big fat bud, no seed
My riders got a couple bottles
Red Bulls in the tiles for the Gs
Girls tryna leech
I ain’t here for the pum, man came for the P
So show me the money, man shut down for the money
Lock off the rave for the money
Man don’t give out my bars, that’s money
Man won’t promote your garms, that’s money
Yeah, I’m a tank on stage like Kanté
Stir up the waves like Ashanté
Ask a peng if she heard ‘Packages’, yes?
Off pant, take off the panty
Woah, pull up the deck when I turn up
Bare reloads, man ah burn up
Tryna’ stack bread, man ah earn up
If you never knew, better learn up
My guys got the MAC, no burger
Some new tings that you ain’t heard of
If you diss my guys, it’s a AM
If you diss my marge, it’s a murder

[Hook]
Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I’m turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
Buster cannon blow up the room
Backstage, couple drinks, I’m loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I’m turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon’ blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin’ down shows and I’m bringing in racks
Buster cannon, blow up the room

[Hook: T-Pain]
They gon’ talk about me, they gon’ talk about me
They can’t walk around me, they can’t walk around me
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, you can sick a duck
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, bitches sick a duck

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I can pull up on you with a million bucks
Bitch I’m with the squad, we got a million trucks
Just ’cause you don’t see me don’t mean I ain’t movin’
I be in the dark with the semi tucked
You don’t want this shit to go to fisticuffs
Boy pass me that bottle, I ain’t get enough
If they gon’ talk about me I’ma let ’em talk
Bitch I’m takin’ off, bitch I’m takin’ off
Get off me, ho

[Hook: T-Pain]
They gon’ talk about me, they gon’ talk about me
They can’t walk around me, they can’t walk around me
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, you can sick a duck
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, bitches sick a duck

[Refrain: T-Pain]
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
Once they pour it on me you can’t get it off
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
Get off me, ho

[Verse 2: T-Pain]
Who that?
Throw that ho like two stacks
Hit it in the booty ’til them booty cheeks turn blue black
Order at the crib, bring the crew back
Let me see you do that, do that, huh, huh, woo!
Shout out to my niggas on that Houston shit
It ain’t nothin’ better than a Houston bitch
If she ain’t let me fuck, I say, “Fuck that bitch”
But if she wanna fuck I’ma fuck that bitch
You see me bro?

[Hook: T-Pain]
They gon’ talk about me, they gon’ talk about me
They can’t walk around me, they can’t walk around me
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, you can sick a duck
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, bitches sick a duck

[Refrain: T-Pain]
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
Once they pour it on me you can’t get it off
Ayy, Lil Boat
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
Ayy, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Get off me, ho

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
All my niggas ridin’ dirty on that old Chamillion’ (skrrt skrrt)
I’ma be the first teenager to reach a trillion
Ooh bitch I’m rich as fuck, I don’t need your love
I got powers in my beads like Mike with his glove
You can’t pull up on me, I keep MAC around me (no you can’t)
Macky, Max and Ronald spray it, get to soundin’ (yes it do)
Please don’t try your luck, please do not get buck (please do not)
Tell the blocks to listen close, I don’t give a fuck
Lil Boat!

[Hook: T-Pain + Lil Yachty]
They gon’ talk about me, they gon’ talk about me (yeah)
They can’t walk around me, they can’t walk around me (no they can’t)
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck (bitch I’m rich as fuck)
Them hoes can sick a duck, you can sick a duck (they can suck a dick)
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian (gang, gang)
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian (bitch it’s T-Pain)
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck (T-Pain and Lil Boat)
Them hoes can sick a duck, bitches sick a duck

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I’m praying to my Glock and my card

[Verse 1]
I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat
21 Savage, the cat with the MAC
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats
Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got racks
I’m a real street nigga bitch
I am not one of these niggas bangin’ on wax
Pussy niggas love sneak dissing ’til I pull up on ’em, slap ’em out with the fire
Wet your mama’s house, wet your grandma’s house, keep shootin’ until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin’ ’round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade started playin’ football, then I was like fuck the field
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I’m screaming fuck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don’t even need a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain’t even street for real
Niggas love sneak dissing on twitter
They don’t want beef for real
And all these niggas play like they tough
’till a nigga get killed
’till a nigga get spilled, ’til your blood get spilled
I’ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I’m John Dill’
“I been with you since day one, Savage I ain’t even hating”
So what’s up with all that Instagram shit?
“Savage I was just playin'”
Y’all pussy niggas fakin’, bitch I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your bitch naked
“Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape”
Yeah nigga fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I’m praying to my Glock and my card

[Verse 2]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin’ a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swangin’, diamonds blangin’, hold up
Pistol swangin’, gang bangin’, hold up
Niggas actin’ like groupies, they don’t know us
Little do they know their bitches fuckin’ on the tour bus

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I grew up in the streets without no heart

[Outro]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin’ a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I’m praying to my Glock and my card

[Verse 1]
I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat
21 Savage, the cat with the MAC
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats
Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got racks
I’m a real street nigga bitch
I am not one of these niggas bangin’ on wax
Pussy niggas love sneak dissing ’til I pull up on ’em, slap ’em out with the fire
Wet your mama’s house, wet your grandma’s house, keep shootin’ until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin’ ’round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade started playin’ football, then I was like fuck the field
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I’m screaming fuck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don’t even need a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain’t even street for real
Niggas love sneak dissing on twitter
They don’t want beef for real
And all these niggas play like they tough
’till a nigga get killed
’till a nigga get spilled, ’til your blood get spilled
I’ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I’m John Dill’
“I been with you since day one, Savage I ain’t even hating”
So what’s up with all that instagram shit?
“Savage I was just playin'”
Y’all pussy niggas fakin’, bitch I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your bitch naked
“Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape”
Yeah nigga fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I’m praying to my Glock and my card

[Verse 2]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin’ a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swangin’, diamonds blangin’, hold up
Pistol swangin’, gang bangin’, hold up
Niggas actin’ like groupies, they don’t know us
Little do they know their bitches fuckin’ on the tour bus

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I grew up in the streets without no heart

[Outro]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin’ a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt