Tag: TEC

Ah hah, yeah, yeah
(Niico)

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ay, two mansions in the Hamptons
Money longer than the Ave’
30 cars on the alley
30 mill’s in the valley
Came from the bottom, watch what I do
You bunch of internet thugs, Yahoo
You got a buzz, I’m the whole field
Ask your bitch, I’m a dope deal
Try to book me for my watch
I’ll book ’em for a show, let his mama watch
Call the coroner and call the pastor
And grab a casket, my chest christens in the laughter
Talk about New York, big mistake
Got the bank and I ain’t fit (that’s a stash)
Bet a mill’ and I ain’t riggin’
On the large, get a Minaj, ain’t Nicki

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Runnin’ through New York with a strap (that’s a fact)
‘Cause we comin’ for they head, not they chaps (that’s a fact)
Zack runnin’ through a chap
Bub runnin’ through a chap
Killer runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Hank runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Mitch runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Y’all wonder what it’s at
I know I see Max one day
R.I.P Chinx, gun play
Make you backflip, like the front brake
Finna rule, live someday
Chop a bubble like bath water
See the red dots like a camcorder
Fuck on a jet, that’s air hoe
Came with the TEC, air horn

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ay, two mansions in the Hamptons
Money longer than the Ave’
30 cars on the alley
30 mill’s in the valley
Came from the bottom, watch what I do
You bunch of internet thugs, Yahoo
You got a buzz, I’m the whole field
Ask your bitch, I’m a dope deal
Try to book me for my watch
I’ll book ’em for a show, let his mama watch
Call the coroner and call the pastor
And grab a casket, my chest christens in the laughter
Talk about New York, big mistake
Got the bank and I ain’t fit (that’s a stash)
Bet a mill’ and I ain’t riggin’
On the large, get a Minaj, ain’t Nicki

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Runnin’ through New York with a strap (that’s a fact)
‘Cause we comin’ for they head, not they chaps (that’s a fact)
Zack runnin’ through a chap
Bub runnin’ through a chap
Killer runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Hank runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Mitch runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Y’all wonder what it’s at
I know I see Max one day
R.I.P Chinx, gun play
Make you backflip, like the front brake
Finna rule, live someday
Chop a bubble like bath water
See the red dots like a camcorder
Fuck on a jet, that’s air hoe
Came with the TEC, air horn

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Verse]
First day out
Gave my mama hundred racks
And bought a iced-out AP watch
And bought a Cuban links just to match it
That wasn’t voodoo, that wasn’t magic
Nigga be cappin’, I just be laughin’
That was God, nigga was fastin’
And hidin’ K2 in my mattress
Smokin’ Tunechi in my cell
That was my twelfth time going to jail
That was my second time going to hell
And back for real but I prevail
Canary yellow diamonds in my braces
Same color as my lady
‘Bout to hit her with no Jimmy Mack
And go have her a baby
‘Bout to hit her with no Jimmy
Have her walkin’ like a penguin
Still finessin’, still be poppin’ frogs [?]
And a brand new two-door Wraith
I coulda bought it but I just rent it
Got a brand new big old chain
Got so much sauce I don’t need no pendant
Paintin’ pictures when I be spendin’
I’m poppin’ [?] on all these women
It’s my birthday, just turned 20
And I just went to go see the dentist
Put some stones all in my gold
Know you niggas thought I was gone
Know you niggas thought I wasn’t comin’ home
But guess what, bitch I’m home
On probation, but I still keep that chrome
Crack a nigga dome
(On probation but I still keep that chrome
I’ll crack a nigga dome)
Traded my AR for a sniper, traded my Draco for a TEC
Traded my Rollie for a AP but I coulda got a Patek
And I coulda got a Corvette, and I coulda got me a jet
And I coulda got me some sense, but I only got me some neck
Traded my ex bitch for a check
I’m takin’ codeine with the x
I wanna buy my brother the world
But since I can’t, I’ma get him a Lex
Ay ay, I’m a Israel like my diamonds is real ice
I had to sacrifice to be here, that’s how I’m with you tonight
I had to run down with my big Glock 9 to feed my appetite
I had to go through hard times and dark times just for me to see the light
Ay, I remember pourin’ honey on my rice
Ay, I remember havin’ no money, I was livin’ in shacks
Ay, you got me fucked up if I’ma go out without a fight
Ay, this my first day out, I’ma live it up tonight

[Outro]
Live it up tonight
This my first day out, I’ma live it up tonight
Live it up tonight
This my first day out, I’ma live it up tonight
Live it up tonight
This my first day out, I’ma live it up tonight

[Intro]
Ay, turn me up
Yeah, that is perfect, yup, damn, ay
Hold on, hold on
You know what, keep it going
I’mma go right here

[Verse 1]
I pimp and I rap, drive a Benz not a Lac
Two twelves in the back when I’m mobbin’
Grab a eighth for the purp, fresh white t-shirt
No L’s but a young nigga slidin’
Got a bitch out the way, brand wood to be exact
Sucking dick like the bitch still in college
Don’t make me take it back to ’07, bitch nigga
Black hoodie with the chinese chop
Don’t gimme no motherfuckin bammer bitch nigga
In the 415, that’s a problem
Got a bitch in the eighth, hella bad
And she think that she make a real good peach cobbler
Got her trappin’ in the city, San Bruno Bayhill
First game so I treat her like a starter
Got her first Louis bag, now the bitch going hard
Now the ho ridin’ round in a Maserati

[Hook]
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no, 4DEEP

[Verse 2]
Got a bitch out in Philly, got a bitch out in Vegas
If they both do good that’s at least 3k
Nigga I been havin’ hoes, nigga since MySpace
Used to mob to the V, me and Nemo [?]
Now they got me all in double XL, shit crazy
Nigga had to change his life, fucked around and had a baby
It was 9th grade when I bought my first .38
I was a new nigga and I heard them boys was tryna play
Got my first lil’ bitch named Tina, she was asian
She chose up in the Rich, I was fresh out to blaze
Right by the taco shop at the MetroPCS
I was still sellin’ zips, she was dressed in the best
I ain’t have a whip, young nigga from the ‘jects
Big Brad, T-Wood taught me how to bust a TEC
Now a nigga twenty-five, and your boy livin’ good
Hit my nigga Lil Yee slide through and blow a wood

[Hook]
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no, 4DEEP

[Intro]
Really?
Yeah (Six!)
Yeah
Murda on tha beat, so it’s not nice

[Verse 1: Drake]
That’s Baka, he’s a no-long-talker
Quick to let a motherfuckin’ TEC slam
We don’t need to hear about a next man
Youts talk down, then they get ran
Left them, get dipped from the whole ends
If Gilla call shots, no questions
G-Way ’til I’m restin’
But we still got love for the West End
If it’s a chit-chat ting, better talk nice
Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice
Skull gets hot, then I’m not nice
You tryna date her and she been, let me walk twice
Now you man are on a diss ting
Just know man like Chubbs
He’s a fixer if I ever gotta fix tings
Just know man like Fifth, he’s a sicko
As you get tanned, he don’t miss things
Just know man like me, I’m a Sixer
And I oversee the whole thing
Yeah, I pree the whole thing
Yeah, I pree the whole thing
Preme got the hurt tucked, can’t see the whole thing
Niggas wanna talk splits, now we need the whole thing

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Man gets duppied when we touch a button
Man catch suckers, then we’re touchin’ somethin’
Man gets stuck in, yeah, we’re stuck in somethin’
Man gets rappin’ when we’re suckin’ somethin’
Man gets battered with the crutch or somethin’
Man bat bat it, then we buck or somethin’
If man child play it, then we Chucky somethin’
If man start throwin’, then we’re chuckin’ somethin’
I’m on the best side, got the TEC lined
In the whip, on the left side, on a death ride
MAC-10 and the spesh flies, and the TEC slide
Nutty shit like somethin’ just climbed out the X-Files
Textbook, like it’s old school, like in textiles
Lightie, lookin’ healthy and she gets smiles
Home time, grab a quick drink and she gets wild
Sexy, and I rate that and her sex style
Fuckin’ somethin’, yeah nigga, fuckin’ somethin’
Back bent, pussy, I’ll fuck her somethin’
Cognac, better grab a cup of somethin’
Glue pussy like a nigga stuck or somethin’
Stuck or somethin’, like a nigga stuck or somethin’
So the monster is like a truck or somethin’
Spread the pussy out, I’m ’bout to butter somethin’
Man gone Hollywood, it’s like I’m Buck or somethin’

[Outro: Giggs]
You dun know, it’s Hollowman Giggs
Right now, just here with the big man Drizzy, you get me?
More Life flex, you dun know
OVO and SN1 to the world, brap

(Yeah!)
(Yeah!)
Murda on tha beat so it’s not nice

That’s Baka, he’s a no long talker
Quick to let a motherfucking TEC slam
We don’t need to hear about a next man
Youts talk down, then they get ran
Left them, get dipped from the whole ends
If Gilla call shots, no questions
G-Way ’til I’m resting
But we still got love for the West End
If it’s a chit chat ting, better talk nice
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice
Skull gets hot, then I’m not nice
You tryna date her and she been, let me walk twice
Now you man are on a diss ting
Just know man like Chubbs
He’s a fixer if I ever gotta fix tings
Just know man like Fifth, he’s a sicko
As you get tanned, he don’t miss things
Just know man like me, I’m a Sixer
And I oversee the whole thing
Yeah I pree the whole thing
Yeah I pree the whole thing
Pree gotta hurt talk, can’t see the whole thing
Niggas wanna talk splits, na we need the whole thing

Man gets duppied when we touch a button
Man catch suckers then we’re touching somethin’
Man gets stuck in, yeah we’re stuck in somethin’
Man gets scrapping when we’re sucking somethin’
Man gets battered with the crutch or somethin’
Man bat bat it, then we buck or somethin’
If man child play it then we Chucky somethin’
If man start throwing then we’re chucking somethin’
I’m on the best side, got the TEC lined
In the whip, on the left side on a death ride
MAC-10 and the spesh flies and the TEC slide
Nutty shit like somethin’ just climbed out the X-Files
Textbook, like it’s old school, like in textiles
Lighty, looking healthy and she gets smiles
Home time, grab a quick drink and she gets wild
Sexy, and I rate that and her sex style
Fuckin’ somethin’, yeah nigga, fuckin’ somethin’
Back bent, pussy, I’ll fuck her somethin’
Cognac, better grab a cup of somethin’
Glue pussy like a nigga stuck or somethin’, stuck or somethin’
Like a nigga stuck or somethin’
So the monster is like a truck or somethin’
Spread the pussy out, I’m ’bout to butter somethin’
Man gone Hollywood, it’s like I’m Buck or somethin’

You dun know
It’s Hollowman Giggs
Right now, just here with the big man Drizzy, you get me?
More Life flex, you dun know
OVO and SN1 to the world, brap

[Intro: Offset]
You know what I’m saying
Rich nigga shit
It’s the only way to go
Woo!
Hey!

[Verse 1: Offset]
Foreign (foreign), Bugatti’s (yea)
Dirty pistol havin’ bodies (brrt)
Don’t know what it cost I just buy it (how much?)
She a whole ‘nother bitch on the molly (woo)
Havin’ them racks, I been havin’ them racks (racks)
Young nigga playin’ monopoly (monopoly)
The devil keep tryna jump all on my back
But I’m the man, ain’t stoppin’ me (nah)
Fuckin’ that bitch, she got too attached
She won’t get a call or text from me (brr)
These niggas takin’ my recipe (recipe)
Money on the right and the left of me (racks)
Gossippin’ just like a bitch my nigga (gossip)
I’m in the trap cookin’ fish my nigga (trap)
You poppin’ so fuck it let’s hit my nigga (hit)
Surrounded by dawgs, they pits my nigga (errr)
I’m stayin’ away from the lames and thotties, I’m bout to get me a profit (profit)
I’m swervin’ the lanes, my engines is ‘Rari, 488 a ‘Rari
Excuse me pardon, colorful diamonds like I been playin’ sorry (sorry)
Look at my bitch she a barbie (barbie)
Double cup sippin’ on bar (mud, drank, drank)
Gotta survive, the coolant it come with the TEC (brrt)
Run up your check, then you go buy a Patek (run up a check, hey)
Watery diamond, drippin’ splash, wet (drip, splash, splash)
We got them choppers on deck when we boardin’ them jets (aye)

[Hook: Quavo]
I can not fuck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot)

[Verse 2: Takeoff & Juelz Santana]
Championship on my ring
I make my bitches trap out of Céline
I put that ice in my watch, Mr. Freeze
And I’m takin’ the P’s just to go to Belize
I need that big gun, I’m talkin’ machine
These pussy niggas just blowin’ out steam
I get it lit 500 degrees
Chopper hit everything, bada boom bada bing
Beat the pot with the stamina (beat it)
Fucking your bitches on cameras (smash)
I got a bag of that Pamela
Put it right in the trunk of my tarantula
That’s a spider for you dumb fucks
Money comin’ by the dump trucks
Bodies lay by the dumpsters
It’s real mobsters amongst us
Knots, trap out the bando it’s hot
Fuck it invade the spot (spot)
Wrist watch, I put the wrist in the pot (pot)
I had to seize the lot
Tick tock, bitch still on the clock now go get that money for daddy
Whip rocks, soon as my work hit the block fiends line up for the package
I need that money, give me the loot
Play with my money, how silly is you?
I go to the dealer, I pick and I choose
I look like Mister T with all my jewels
If you try take it, I pity the fool
I take your honey, you Winnie the Pooh
My niggas got sticks that’s bigger than you
Can’t swim with the sharks, then stay in the pool

[Hook: Quavo]
I can not fuck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot)

[Verse 3: Jim Jones & Quavo]
I was hanging with the dealers then
Still hanging with the dealers now
They know I just signed a deal, so they ask how I’m feelin’ now
I still run around and them phone calls
Pull up, pull the ceiling down (Skrt skrt)
I bought the crib in Miami though, had to drop a quarter million now
So, what really talkin’ ’bout and New York bring Porsches out
I be thinkin’ the days, that I was stuck in trail ’til the judge had to toss out it
Summertime bring Forces out
No socks, with the powder in ’em
Got my jewels on and my tank-top, big blunts with the loud up in ’em
Skinny bells with the locks on it
Soft top with the top on it
Master piece with the rocks on it
Big broom with a mop on it
Extendo clip, put a Glock on it (graow)
Hotbox, got the cops on me
Good dope, put a sock on it (dope)
Try the gang, get popped on it

[Hook: Quavo]
I can not fuck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot)

Lyrics Juelz Santana – D Up

You know what I’m saying
Rich nigga shit
It’s the only way to go
Woo!
Hey!(d up)

Foreign (foreign), Bugatti’s (yea)
Dirty pistol havin’ bodies (brrt)
Don’t know what it cost I just buy it (how much?)
She a whole ‘nother b*tch on the molly (woo)
Havin’ them racks, I been havin’ them racks (racks)
Young nigga playin’ monopoly (monopoly)
The devil keep tryna jump all on my back
But I’m the man, ain’t stoppin’ me (nah)
f*ckin’ that b*tch, she got too attached
She won’t get a call or text from me (brr)
These niggas takin’ my recipe (recipe)
Money on the right and the left of me (racks)
Gossippin’ just like a b*tch my nigga (gossip)
I’m in the trap cookin’ fish my nigga (trap)
You poppin’ so f*ck it let’s hit my nigga (hit)
Surrounded by dawgs, they pits my nigga (errr)
I’m stayin’ away from the lames and thotties, I’m bout to get me a profit (profit)
I’m swervin’ the lanes, my engines is ‘Rari, 48 a ‘Rari
Excuse me pardon, colorful diamonds like I been playin’ sorry (sorry)
Look at my b*tch she a barbie (barbie) versuri-lyrics.info
Double cup sippin’ on bar (mud, drank, drank)
Gotta survive, the coolant it come with the TEC (brrt)
Run up your check, then you go buy a Patek (run up a check, hey)
Watery diamond, drippin’ splash, wet (drip, splash, splash)
We got them choppers on deck when we boardin’ them jets (aye).

I can not f*ck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot).

Championship on my ring
I make my b*tches trap out of Céline
I put that ice in my watch, Mr. Freeze
And I’m takin’ the P’s just to go to Belize
I need that big gun, I’m talkin’ machine
These pussy niggas just blowin’ out steam
I get it lit 500 degrees
Chopper hit everything, bada boom bada bing
Beat the pot with the stamina (beat it)
f*cking your b*tches on cameras (smash)
I got a bag of that Pamela
Put it right in the trunk of my tarantula
That’s a spider for you dumb f*cks
Money comin’ by the dump trucks
Bodies lay by the dumpsters
It’s real mobsters amongst us
Knots, trap out the bando it’s hot
f*ck it invade the spot (spot)
Wrist watch, I put the wrist in the pot (pot)
I had to seize the lot
Tick tock, b*tch still on the clock now go get that money for daddy
Whip rocks, soon as my work hit the block fiends line up for the package
I need that money, give me the loot
Play with my money, how silly is you?
I go to the dealer, I pick and I choose
I look like Mister T with all my jewels
If you try take it, I pity the fool
I take your honey, you Winnie the Pooh
My niggas got sticks that’s bigger than you
Can’t swim with the sharks, then stay in the pool.

I can not f*ck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot).

I was hanging with the dealers then
Still hanging with the dealers now
They know I just signed a deal, so they ask how I’m feelin’ now
I still run around and them phone calls
Pull up, pull the ceiling down (Skrt skrt)
I bought the crib in Miami though, had to drop a quarter million now
So, what really talkin’ ’bout and New York bring Porsches out
I be thinkin’ the days, that I was stuck in trail ’til the judge had to toss out it
Summertime bring Forces out
No socks, with the powder in ’em
Got my jewels on and my tank-top, big blunts with the loud up in ’em
Skinny bells with the locks on it
Soft top with the top on it
Master piece with the rocks on it
Big broom with a mop on it
Extendo clip, put a Glock on it (graow)
Hotbox, got the cops on me
Good dope, put a sock on it (dope)
Try the gang, get popped on it.

I can not f*ck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shottt).
Juelz Santana lyrics
Video up

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

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

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

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

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Lotta motherfuckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she proud of me
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a knot
Can’t trust your bitch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
In the coupe with a model bitch and I’m fuckin’ her cause she foreign
Rollie diamonds keep dancin’ on me, still havin’ Act so we pourin’
Money on me, fuck a bitch in my yeezys
Young nigga had to get it believe me
Diamonds on me, that’s a whole lotta water
Rich forever, buy the masi’ I flex
Hold up
That lil money that you got, it ain’t nothin’
Broke rappers, where ya chain come from?
Bitch I done made at the mall
No (?), but a young nigga flex
Old rapper with a rusty necklace
Pinky ring on water, the faucet
You was winnin’, had the sauce, but you lost it
Now I’m winnin’ and I’m flexin’, they salty

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Lotta motherfuckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she proud of me
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a knot
Can’t trust your bitch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
She in the coupe with no panties
Whoa, god damn, wait
Lil mama Spanish, suckin’ that dick with no hands
I’m ballin’ like randy
I’m in the coupe with no licences
Whoa, fuck 12
Lil bro put down the smell
If they try to stop us, get out and bail, what
Last year I was broke
This year I get the money
Diamonds on me, yeah they sunny
5 bitches and they bunnies
Look ma, I got me a check
Look ma, I know how to flex
You run up on me, get the TEC
Look at diamonds, yeah they wet

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Lotta motherfuckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she proud of me
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a knot
Can’t trust your bitch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’

Lyrics Famous Dex – God damn

Lotta motherf*ckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she proud of me
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a knot
Can’t trust your b*tch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’.

In the coupe with a model b*tch and I’m f*ckin’ her cause she foreign
Rollie diamonds keep dancin’ on me, still havin’ Act so we pourin’
Money on me, f*ck a b*tch in my yeezys
Young nigga had to get it believe me
Diamonds on me, that’s a whole lotta water
Rich forever, buy the masi’ I flex
Hold up
That lil money that you got, it ain’t nothin’
Broke rappers, where ya chain come from?
b*tch I done made at the mall
No .., but a young nigga flex
Old rapper with a rusty necklace
Pinky ring on water, the faucet
You was winnin’, had the sauce, but you lost it
Now I’m winnin’ and I’m flexin’, they salty.

Lotta motherf*ckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she proud of me
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a knot
Can’t trust your b*tch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’.

She in the coupe with no panties
Whoa, god damn, wait
Lil mama Spanish, suckin’ that d*ck with no hands
I’m ballin’ like randy
I’m in the coupe with no licences
Whoa, f*ck 12 versuri-lyrics.info
Lil bro put down the smell
If they try to stop us, get out and bail, what
Last year I was broke
This year I get the money
Diamonds on me, yeah they sunny
5 b*tches and they bunnies
Look ma, I got me a check
Look ma, I know how to flex
You run up on me, get the TEC
Look at diamonds, yeah they wet.

Lotta motherf*ckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she proud of me
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a knot
Can’t trust your b*tch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexinnn’.
Famous Dex lyrics
Video damn

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

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

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

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

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I heard a couple niggas tryna line me
It ain’t hard to find me
I got a couple killers right behind me
And if they catch a body, I swear I won’t tell nobody
I got Balmain on my body, diamonds dancing on my body
[?] cooler than your jeweler, Elliot Avianne
She wanna fuck while my song play
I wanna know why they salty
I had to get it the hard way
Yeah nigga that’s what they all say
I had to give up on college
I would’ve been trapping in hallways
I’m ballin’, you know you can’t stop it
Crossover, get ’em off me
I ain’t got time for this shit, I’m a monster at this, nigga I grind for this shit
I can’t just sleep with a bitch, you gotta watch who you hit, first get the drop on a bitch
Louis Vuitton on my hip, forty-five on my hip
PnB Rock with me nigga, you know we be fly as a bitch

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
Everybody wanna know now, everybody wanna know how
How a young nigga came up, I’m supposed to be broke now
Coming through looking like I hit a lick
Dare you to try me cause I got that stick
Killing these haters, I’m making them sick
I just bought some new Chanel for my bitch
Bands all in my pockets
I’m taking off like a rocket
I’m the plug, no socket
I need all my profits
I need all my checks
Bitches on me cause they know I’m next
She just sent a naked picture through the text
I don’t want the pussy, I just want the neck
All I know is flex, diamonds on my neck
I’m the fuckin’ best, nigga what’s the bet?
I just copped a new laser for this TEC
Treat you like a bitch, pussy you get wet
Cause I ain’t got time to be playin’ with y’all
You from where I’m from then you know that it’s hard
I swear I told y’all that I’m not a star
It’s still fuck the law and free all of my dogs

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I heard a couple niggas tryna line me
It ain’t hard to find me
I got a couple killers right behind me
And if they catch a body, I swear I won’t tell nobody
I got Balmain on my body, diamonds dancing on my body
[?] cooler than your jeweler, Elliot Avianne
She wanna fuck while my song play
I wanna know why they salty
I had to get it the hard way
Yeah nigga that’s what they all say
I had to give up on college
I would’ve been trapping in hallways
I’m ballin’, you know you can’t stop it
Crossover, get ’em off me
I ain’t got time for this shit, I’m a monster at this, nigga I grind for this shit
I can’t just sleep with a bitch, you gotta watch who you hit, first get the drop on a bitch
Louis Vuitton on my hip, forty-five on my hip
PnB Rock with me nigga, you know we be fly as a bitch

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
Everybody wanna know now, everybody wanna know how
How a young nigga came up, I’m supposed to be broke now
Coming through looking like I hit a lick
Dare you to try me cause I got that stick
Killing these haters, I’m making them sick
I just bought some new Chanel for my bitch
Bands all in my pockets
I’m taking off like a rocket
I’m the plug, no socket
I need all my profits
I need all my checks
Bitches on me cause they know I’m next
She just sent a naked picture through the text
I don’t want the pussy, I just want the neck
All I know is flex, diamonds on my neck
I’m the fuckin’ best, nigga what’s the bet?
I just copped a new laser for this TEC
Treat you like a bitch, pussy you get wet
Cause I ain’t got time to be playin’ with y’all
You from where I’m from then you know that it’s hard
I swear I told y’all that I’m not a star
It’s still fuck the law and free all of my dogs

[Hook: PnB Rock]
Like why you so fly? (I don’t know)
Like why you so high? (I don’t know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I don’t know)
Like why you so thurl? (I don’t know)
Why you fuck that nigga’s girl? (I don’t know)
Why you smoke all that dope, why you kill all them shows
Everybody wanna know, everybody wanna know
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Like how you do that (I don’t know)
How you do that (I don’t know)
Ooh tell me how you do that shit (I don’t know)
They wanna know how I do that shit

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Lotta motherfuckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she brought up
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a 9
Can’t trust your bitch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
In the coupe with a model bitch and I’m fuckin’ her cause she foreign
Rollie diamonds keep dancin’ on me, still havin’ Act so we pourin’
Money on me, fuck a bitch, I’mma eat
Young nigga had to get it believe me
Diamonds on me, that’s a whole lotta water
Rich forever, buy the mase’ I flex
Hol up
That lil money that you got, it ain’t nothin’
Broke rappers, where ya chain come from?
Bitch I done made at the mall
No (?), but a young nigga flex
Old rapper with a rusty necklace
Pinky ring on water, the faucet
You was winnin’, had to stop, now you lost it
Now I’m winnin’ and I’m flexin’, they salty

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Lotta motherfuckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she brought up
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a 9
Can’t trust your bitch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
She in the coupe with no panties
Whoa, god damn, wait
Lil mama Spanish, suckin’ that dick with no hand
I’m ballin’ like randy
I’m in the coupe with no licences
Whoa, fuck 12
Lil bro put down the smell
If they try to stop us, get out and bail, what
Last year I was broke
This year I get the money
Diamonds on me, yeah they sunny
5 bitches and they bunnies
Look ma, I got me a check
Look ma, I know how to flex
You run up on me, get the TEC
Look at diamonds, yeah they wet

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Lotta motherfuckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she brought up
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a 9
Can’t trust your bitch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Lotta motherfuckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she brought up
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a 9
Can’t trust your bitch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
In the coupe with a model bitch and I’m fuckin’ her cause she foreign
Rollie diamonds keep dancin’ on me, still havin’ Act so we pourin’
Money on me, fuck a bitch, I’mma eat
Young nigga had to get it believe me
Diamonds on me, that’s a whole lotta water
Rich forever, buy the mase’ I flex
Hol up
That lil money that you got, it ain’t nothin’
Broke rappers, where ya chain come from?
Bitch I done made at the mall
No (?), but a young nigga flex
Old rapper with a rusty necklace
Pinky ring on water, the faucet
You was winnin’, had to stop, now you lost it
Now I’m winnin’ and I’m flexin’, they salty
[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Lotta motherfuckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she brought up
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a 9
Can’t trust your bitch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
She in the coupe with no panties
Whoa, god damn, wait
Lil mama Spanish, suckin’ that dick with no hand
I’m ballin’ like randy
I’m in the coupe with no licences
Whoa, fuck 12
Lil bro put down the smell
If they try to stop us, get out and bail, what
Last year I was broke
This year I get the money
Diamonds on me, yeah they sunny
5 bitches and they bunnies
Look ma, I got me a check
Look ma, I know how to flex
You run up on me, get the TEC
Look at diamonds, yeah they wet

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Lotta motherfuckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she brought up
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a 9
Can’t trust your bitch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’

[Verse 1 : Soulja Boy]
Me and Dex, fucking up a check
God damn all these broke ass niggas can’t stand a nigga neck
Fuck on your bitch, she givin’ me neck
I’m grippin’ on the Draco
I’m grippin’ on the TEC
Shot a pussy nigga all in his neck
Nigga I’m making it rain, you know that she wet
Smokin’ July, know I’m high in the space
Calling up my lawyer he beat me the case
150 bricks in the Goyard
Hopped in the whip with Givenchy sittin’ on my shoe lace
Fuck on the dope and I’m takin’ your bitch out the denim
Hit the private jet, me and Kylie Jenner
Draco extended clip and the sprinter
75 000 diamonds they winter

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Draco, Draco
Don’t make me spray with the Draco
Shooters they pillow, they shoot when I say so
Call up lil’ Soulja, I ball like Diego
Draco (x23)
[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
I never leave without the Draco
My shooters do what I say so
I hit a stain when I lay low
Can’t fuck that bitch, swear on God she a fake hoe
Swear to God boom with that Draco
You run up on me swear to God got my Draco
Ballin’ run right to the pesos
Yeah I’m so clean, yeah
Can’t fuck these bitches, just scream
Ballin’ so hard with no ring, just look at my rings
Look at the diamonds, yeah, all of them shining
Diamonds they dance in the dark
Used to serve right at the park, I trap at the park
Young nigga starved, used to have food and I starved
Bend down that old then I lurk ’round the dark
Move like I catch you then young nigga bark
(Wait)
Draco, Draco
Boy don’t let me call Uno
You know, you know
He’ll shoot your ass down with the Draco, yeah!

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Draco, Draco
Don’t make me spray with the Draco
Shooters they pillow, they shoot when I say so
Call up lil’ Soulja, I ball like Diego
Draco (x23)

[Intro]
(Beats)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, yeah, Soulja, yeah, yeah
We gon’ do it like this right here man, yeah
Aye, yah, Soulja, grr

[Hook: Famous Dex + Soulja Boy]
I put your girl on a molly, I put your girl on some molly
I put your girl on some molly, I put your girl on some money
Walk up in the club now we turnt up at Follies
Pour a four of lean, dropping some Jolly’s
I got no bricks, I serve ’em through the college
I put your girl on a molly
I put your girl on a molly, I put your girl on some molly
I put your girl on some molly, I put your girl on some money
Walk up in the club now we turnt up at Follies
Pour a four of lean, dropping some Jolly’s
I got no bricks, I serve ’em through the college
I put your girl on some molly
[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
I got the bricks and the baking soda
I came up from trapping and capping, nigga place your order
Called up my shooter then pulled up and spraying that heat
I put her on molly, Giuseppe my feet
Which one you niggas want beef with me?
Mini Draco on me, Soulja pull up, spray the heat
Slide through the hood, you know that we deep
Call up the plug, I’m serving them keys
Yellow diamond, red rocks
And I’m full off 100 bands, jugged a nigga last week
I’m rocking Giuseppe ain’t no L I G
Mini Mac-11, spray no limit, Master P
Which one these niggas think of robbing me?
Mini Draco up on me, pulling up, we spray the heat
I came up from zone 1, I’m posted with some savages
Standing in zone 3, we service some key

[Hook: Famous Dex + Soulja Boy]
I put your girl on a molly, I put your girl on some molly
I put your girl on some molly, I put your girl on some money
Walk up in the club now we turnt up at Follies
Pour a four of lean, dropping some Jolly’s
I got no bricks, I serve ’em through the college
I put your girl on a molly
I put your girl on a molly, I put your girl on some molly
I put your girl on some molly, I put your girl on some money
Walk up in the club now we turnt up at Follies
Pour a four of lean, dropping some Jolly’s
I got no bricks, I serve ’em through the college
I put your girl on some molly

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
I put your girl on a molly
I’m geeking yeah right here in the party
Big balling, yeah that’s my hobby
Fuck your lil bitch, say “I’m sorry, don’t tell nobody”
Wait I put your girl on some lean
Hold up, I’ll put your girl magazine
This lil bitch, she want a ring
But she can’t get a thing
25k on my neck
Wait, yeah I die for respect
You run up on me, get the TEC
Draco leave a nigga wet, away
But I turn up in the party
Margielas on, these ain’t no Marleys
I flicked the lil bitch some mollys
Braided my hair like my name is Matt Hardy, yeah

[Hook: Famous Dex + Soulja Boy]
I put your girl on a molly, I put your girl on some molly
I put your girl on some molly, I put your girl on some money
Walk up in the club now we turnt up at Follies
Pour a four of lean, dropping some Jolly’s
I got no bricks, I serve ’em through the college
I put your girl on a molly
I put your girl on a molly, I put your girl on some molly
I put your girl on some molly, I put your girl on some money
Walk up in the club now we turnt up at Follies
Pour a four of lean, dropping some Jolly’s
I got no bricks, I serve ’em through the college
I put your girl on some molly

[Verse 1 : Soulja Boy]
Me and Dex, fucking ran up a check
Goddamn molly bro can’t nigga
Stand an other nigga neck
Fuck on your bitch
She give me naked
I grabbing on a draco
I grabbing on a TEC
Shot a pussy nigga
All in his neck
Nigga making a rain
You know they she wet
Smoke on [?] i’m high in the space
Calling my lawyer he being in the case
150 bricks in the Goyard
I just whooped’ in Givenchy
[?]
Hit a private with me and Kylie Jenner
Draco is still in clip in this sprained?
75 000 that was I win
Draco , Draco
Don’t let me spray
With the draco
Shoot these [?]
And I say so
Calling lil soda
I’m balling Diego

[Hook]
Draco (x23)
[Verse 2 : Famous Dex]
I love , I live with the Draco
Much I do I say so
I had to stay when I lay low
Can fuck a bitch
When a [?] a fako?
Swear to god
Boom with that Draco
You ran up a bitch
When you got my Draco
Ballin’ run around
Then I pay so
Yeah I’m so clean , yeah
Can fuck a bitch
She just cream
Ballin’ so hard in a ring
They look up my rings , yeah
Looking the diamonds , yeah
All I’m shining , yeah
[?] in a door
You so ride at the park
I shoot at the park , yeah
Young nigga stole
So you a full of a scurf
[?] that dark
Mulla can count young nigga bark
(Wait)
Draco , Draco
Ballin’ don’t let me call uno
You know , You know
He shoot you ass down
With the Draco , Yeah !

[Soulja Boy]
Draco , Draco
Don’t let me spray
With the draco
Shoot these [?]
And i say so
Calling lil soda
I’m balling Diego

[Hook]
Draco (x23)

[Verse 1 : Soulja Boy]
Me and Dex, fucking ran up a check
Goddamn molly bro can’t nigga
Stand an other nigga neck
Fuck on your bitch
She give me naked
I grabbing on a draco
I grabbing on a TEC
Shot a pussy nigga
All in his neck
Nigga making a rain
You know they she wet
Smoke on [?] i’m high in the space
Calling my lawyer he being in the case
150 bricks in the Goyard
I just whooped’ in Givenchy
[?]
Hit a private with me and Kylie Jenner
Draco is still in clip in this sprained?
75 000 that was I win
Draco , Draco
Don’t let me spray
With the draco
Shoot these [?]
And I say so
Calling lil soda
I’m balling Diego

[Hook]
Draco (x23)
[Verse 2 : Famous Dex]
I love , I live with the Draco
Much I do I say so
I had to stay when I lay low
Can fuck a bitch
When a [?] a fako?
Swear to god
Boom with that Draco
You ran up a bitch
When you got my Draco
Ballin’ run around
Then I pay so
Yeah I’m so clean , yeah
Can fuck a bitch
She just cream
Ballin’ so hard in a ring
They look up my rings , yeah
Looking the diamonds , yeah
All I’m shining , yeah
[?] in a door
You so ride at the park
I shoot at the park , yeah
Young nigga stole
So you a full of a scurf
[?] that dark
Mulla can count young nigga bark
(Wait)
Draco , Draco
Ballin’ don’t let me call uno
You know , You know
He shoot you ass down
With the Draco , Yeah !

[Soulja Boy]
Draco , Draco
Don’t let me spray
With the draco
Shoot these [?]
And i say so
Calling lil soda
I’m balling Diego

[Hook]
Draco (x23)