Tag: AR

Young Nudy – Money to Spend Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah), uh-huh (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), you know how I’m comin’, nigga (I’m tellin’ you)
I’m slime, I can’t [?] (Wow), this shit in me (Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
This shit is on me, dawg (Wow), I’m tellin’ you

[Chorus]
You don’t wanna be no victim, nigga, nigga, let me know (Nigga, let me know)
Tryna give you niggas some fame, you wanna be next to blow (Wanna be next to blow)
They’ll kill you ’bout my name, nigga, I’m tryna let you know (I’m tryna let you know)
And you know I love my gang, you know they love big bro (They love big bro)
We got money to spend, pull up on a nigga, spin (Wow, wow)
Beef shit, just begin (Yeah)
Shit get mеssy when it’s close to the еnd
Heart bent, ’cause we comin’ again (Ooh, yeah)
Step on nigga, yeah, we marchin’ again
Pop some, make you park your car (Park your car)
Valet with a body, I got a key
I’ma put him where he need to be (Need to be, yeah)

[Verse 1]
You never bite the hand that feed you unless you don’t need ’em, slime ’em out (Wow, slime ’em out)
Bitch, you know I’m on the bullshit, I cannot help this shit (Yeah, nah)
I’m strapped up, everywhere I go, my mind on bullshit (Yeah, bullshit)
You strapped up, then you gotta show me you on the same shit (Same shit, yeah)
I’ma blow some, is you gon’ blow when I blow?
Is you gon’ run when I blow?
Is you gon’ duck when I blow? I don’t wanna see you go out like no ho (I don’t wanna see you go out like no ho, nigga, uh-uh)
I don’t wanna see you out here dead and leave your family out here posted (Yeah)
Stressed out, laid out on the floor, blast until I can’t no more (Uh-huh)

[Chorus]
You don’t wanna be no victim, nigga, nigga, let me know (Nigga, let me know)
Tryna give you niggas some fame, you wanna be next to blow (Wanna be next to blow)
They’ll kill you ’bout my name, nigga, I’m tryna let you know (I’m tryna let you know)
And you know I love my gang, you know they love big bro (They love big bro)
We got money to spend, pull up on a nigga, spin (Wow, wow)
Beef shit, just begin (Yeah)
Shit get messy when it’s close to the end
Heart bent, ’cause we comin’ again (Ooh, yeah)
Step on nigga, yeah, we marchin’ again
Pop some, make you park your car (Park your car)
Valet with a body, I got a key
I’ma put him where he need to be (Need to be, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Graveyard some shit, AR’s and shit (AR’s and shit)
And I’m like, go hard for this, I spark for this (I spark for this)
Damn, my life 4L gang, bitch, I represent (I represent)
And I’m like, you disrespect, you meet a ditch (You meet a ditch), yeah, that’s right
You know I’m hell, bitch, know I’m shell (Bitch, know I’m shell)
Niggas started hatin’ when they had let me out that cell (Let me out that cell, damn)
Had a hundred thousand cash on that bail (Yeah, on that bail)
Know it hurt me when I heard they worked with 12 (Damn)
Know it hurt them when they see me with all this wealth

[Chorus]
You don’t wanna be no victim, nigga, nigga, let me know (Nigga, let me know)
Tryna give you niggas some fame, you wanna be next to blow (Wanna be next to blow)
They’ll kill you ’bout my name, nigga, I’m tryna let you know (I’m tryna let you know)
And you know I love my gang, you know they love big bro (They love big bro)
We got money to spend, pull up on a nigga, spin (Wow, wow)
Beef shit, just begin (Yeah)
Shit get messy when it’s close to the end
Heart bent, ’cause we comin’ again (Ooh, yeah)
Step on nigga, yeah, we marchin’ again
Pop some, make you park your car (Park your car)
Valet with a body, I got a key
I’ma put him where he need to be (Need to be, yeah)

[Outro]
Where he need to be
They’ll kill you ’bout my name, nigga, I’m tryna let you know

Young Dolph & Key Glock – Cheat Code Lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph]
Let the band play
Band
Bitch ass nigga

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Ballin’ on these fuck niggas like I got a cheat code (Damn)
Yeah, that lil’ nigga in beast mode (Damn)
The dope boys, they was my hero (Damn)
Your bitch ain’t nothing but a free throw
Do what I wanna nigga, like I got a cheat code (Damn)
That bitch ain’t nothing but a freak ho (Damn)
When she seen me, she fell down like she had a heat stroke, got back up, gave me deepthroat
Nigga, why you crying to that bitch like Ne-Yo? (What?)
You a square-ass nigga like Theo (Huxtable)
When money call, it’s time to G-O (Brrr)
My weed the same color as Dino (Flexed on ‘еm)
Shootin’ dice with my ninety-five yеar old grandma at the casino (Ball)
Countin’ a half a ticket by hand, wit’ my Mexican homeboy Veto (Bueno)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Got a Aventador on my pinky finger, a blue dollar sign on my middle finger
Stand for “Fuck a bitch, get money” (Get money)
You ain’t smokin’ what I’m smokin’, this shit cost ninety-six hundred (My bag)
I’m in a old school with the bang in the back (Big), and I swear to God, this bitch runnin’
Big rocks hittin’ like Pacquiao (Blaow)
Seventy-five racks and I’ma pack it out (It’s Dolph)
A hundred bowls a week, I’ma trap it out (It’s Dolph)
Twenty minutes from the back, she gon’ tap it out (It’s Dolph)
Your best friend got caught and he rat you out (Damn)
Too much Codiene, got me spazzin’ out (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Saw my old bitch, she say “I heard that you rappin’ now”
Saw my old plug, he say “I heard you done trappin’ now” (Yeah)
Dolph ain’t gotta do that no more (Uh-uh)
Take the gang with me everywhere that I go (Ayy)
Too goddamn smart, I could never go broke (Nah)
Take him on a mission and I bet he gon’ choke (Choke)
She ate a lil’ Molly than I let her drive the boat (Ha)
AR up on a Balenciaga coat (Yeah)
I think about money when, when I’m sleepin’, I’m woke (For real though)
On that Detroit shit, bitch, this on the flo’ (Uh)

[Chorus: Young Dolph, Key Glock & Young Dolph & Key Glock]
Ballin’ on these fuck niggas like I got a cheat code (Yuh, swish)
That lil’ nigga in beast mode (Rrrr)
The dope boys, they was my hero (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, Dolph, these hoes nothin’ but free throws
Do what I wanna nigga, like I got a cheat code
Whole lot of ice, can somebody cut the heat on? (Ice)
When she seen me, she fell out like she had a heat stroke, got back up, gave me deepthroat (Ugh)
Ridin’ in a yellow thang, kids screamin’ “Bingo” (Bingo)
All out in public smokin’ Endo (Dope)
When money call it’s time to G-O (Go)
My lean the same color as Dino
Shootin’ dice with my sixty-two year old grandma at the casino, yah
Thumbin’ through these hunnids, smokin’ on this onion with my young nigga Beno, yah

[Verse 2: Key Glock]
And we gettin’ a whole lot of B-rolls (Racks)
Uh, play get shot like B-roll
Two commas and a whole lot of zeros (Money)
Money over bitches, fuck these hoes (Yeah)
I ran it up, yup, and I kept goin’
Never get mad, four, five rings on (Bling)
All these bitches on my ding-dong (Yeah)
Pullin’ up foreigns, back to back, ping pong (Skrrt-skrrt)
Hoppin’ out, smokin’ on zaza (Zaza)
And I’m pourin’ up the Wock’-Wock’ out of my baba (Mud)
I be ballin’, ballin’ so hard, these lil’ fuck niggas ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’ y’all
I’m cutthroat, I keep a cutter (Cut)
If you think this shit a game, I’ll motherfuckin’ cut ya
Tell them fuck niggas “Catch up”
Yellow everything, yellow diamonds on me, honey mustard
Ballin’ on these fuck niggas, don’t make sense (Swish), I damn near sprung my wrist
Ayy, my nigga, come and get your bitch (Get your bitch)
She all on Glizock dick (Glizock)
Ballin’ on these fuck niggas, don’t make sense (Yeah), I damn near sprung my wrist
Ayy, my nigga, come and get your bitch (Get your bitch)
She all on Glizock dick (The fuck?)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Ballin’ on these fuck niggas like I got a cheat code (Damn)
Yeah, that lil’ nigga in beast mode (Damn)
The dope boys, they was my hero (Damn)
Your bitch ain’t nothing but a free throw
Do what I wanna nigga, like I got a cheat code (Damn)
That bitch ain’t nothing but a freak ho (Damn)
When she seen me she fell down like she hit a heat stroke, got back up, gave me deepthroat
Nigga, why you crying to that bitch like Ne-Yo? (Ha)
You a square-ass nigga like Theo (Huxtable)
When money call, it’s time to G-O (Brrr)
My weed the same color as Dino (Flexed on ’em)
Shootin’ dice with my ninety-five year old grandma at the casino (Ball)
Countin’ a half a ticket by hand, wit’ my Mexican homeboy Veto (Bueno)

[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
Ayy, close the door
Never show a nigga too much good, they gon’ tell that
Playin’ with a real nigga, he gon’ get himself wacked
No flight flyin’, nigga, man I keep jet lagged
Niggas pay for pussy, so these hoes gon’ sell that
Just lost an M, man a setback (Uh)
Picked her up in the Bentley, dropped her off the in Hellcat
That’s why he can’t get his girl back (Yeah, yeah)
Two-two cups got raw in it (Raw)
Ears look like I got golf balls in it (Uh)
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, Uncle Willy (Pops)
Went and got the plug, now the whole gang litty
She said “Can we take a ride in the Double R?” (Yeah)
Five minutes later, backseat I’m all in it
Ballin’ like it’s the All-Star weekend (Ball)
Buy a new car every season (Fuck it)
Okay (Okay), okay (Okay), okay (Okay) (What’s poppin’?)
I spoil my bitch rotten (Yah)
Girl, that thing soft as cotton, yah
Got to show my ass, just watch me (Aha)
Cook a opp like Hibachi (Hey)
Cook a opp like Hibachi (Hey, hey)
Collect the money, trust nobody

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Ballin’ on these fuck niggas like I got a cheat code (Damn)
Yeah, that lil’ nigga in beast mode (Damn)
The dope boys, they was my hero (Damn)
Your bitch ain’t nothing but a free throw
Do what I wanna nigga, like I got a cheat code (Damn)
That bitch ain’t nothing but a freak ho (Damn)
When she seen me she fell down like she hit a heat stroke, got back up, gave me deepthroat
Nigga, why you crying to that bitch like Ne-Yo? (What?)
You a square-ass nigga like Theo (Huxtable)
When money call, it’s time to G-O (Brrr)
My weed the same color as Dino (Flexed on ’em)
Shootin’ dice with my ninety-five year old grandma at the casino (Ball)
Countin’ a half a ticket by hand, wit’ my Mexican homeboy Veto (Bueno)

Lil Yachty – Lying Lyrics

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[Hook: Lil Yachty]
These niggas they lyin’
Put diamonds all up in my watch and I can’t tell the time
She wanna fuck me and my gang cause she like how we shine
She fuckin and she say she not then I promise she lyin
They lyin’, they lyin’
They lyin’, they lyin’
They lyin’, they lyin’
They lyin’, they lyin’

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
These niggas act like they dont know my name i know you be stuck on my Gram
Probably chopped a couple grams
Grab the soda thats a ham
Chevy sittin on 6’s
I be stuntin for the bitches
I need all my riches
Paul Wall my dentist
These niggas stuntin like they on, but they know they finished
Chop that bitch down, chop that bitch down turn a lil hoe into a stripper
Its trap season like Flippa
JBan$ my nigga
I be juugin up figures
I can never get a job
I can never fuck with cops
All these niggas named Mufasa
They mean ass they be lyin
Can’t stay in one place I be flyin
Can’t fuck on one bitch I need nine

[Hook: Lil Yachty]
These niggas they lyin’
Put diamonds all up in my watch and I can’t tell the time
She wanna fuck me and my gang cause she like how we shine
She fuckin and she say she not then I promise she lyin
They lyin’, they lyin’
They lyin’, they lyin’
They lyin’, they lyin’
They lyin’, they lyin’

[Verse 2: JBan$]
These lazy bitches ? cookin
? I dont fuck with religion
Me and bros fuck on the same hoes
Roll the window that’s a hundred clip
Hundred hollows to yo mother’s lip
Me and Yachty got the AR on lock
Probably somewhere fuckin yo bitch on a yacht
Fuck 12 I can’t fuck with no opps (water whippin)
You ain’t that nigga boy you a clone bitch
Boost mobile I got three phones bitch (trappin and rappin)
You copy my swag, go on and get yo on shit
Diamonds on diamonds now watch how they fuckin drip (drip drip)
Purple in my cup now watch how I fuckin sip
These niggas they lyin
Their rollies is tickin and tockin my nigga my shit don’t say fuckin time
My daddy doin 19 years in the slammer
For killin niggas and taking bodies ?
Water whip it wrap it up then I ship it
These niggas they lyin
They say that they trappin and rappin and shippin that pack but they lyin

[Hook: Lil Yachty]
These niggas they lyin’
Put diamonds all up in my watch and I can’t tell the time
She wanna fuck me and my gang cause she like how we shine
She fuckin and she say she not then I promise she lyin
They lyin’, they lyin’
They lyin’, they lyin’
They lyin’, they lyin’
They lyin’, they lyin’

Juice WRLD – Racks Out (Best Around) Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
DY Krazy
DY Krazy (No Limit 150 dream team, nigga, shout out Maneski, shout out Bibby, shout out Herbo, shout out G-Money)
And the chain, that DY Brazy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
150 in this bitch
Huh

[Chorus]
Pull them racks out (Pull them racks out)
Pull them straps out (Nigga, pull them straps out)
You the man now? He a man now
You the man now? He a man now
Pull them racks out (Nigga, pull them racks out)
Pull them straps out (Pull them straps out)
You the man now? He a man now
I’m the man now, yeah

[Verse 1]
Skate in that bitch, Wayne Gretsky (Skate, skate)
Get her wetter than a fish on a jet-ski (Like a lake)
I got my Beretta in this bitch, don’t try me (God damn)
Blood on confetti in this bitch, gun party (Bang-bang)
Opps come around (Uh)
We gun ’em down (Gra)
It’s No Limit gang (Yeah)
We the best around (Gang)
Fuck the rest around (Chain)
Choppa buck the rest around (Ayy)
AR with a titty round (Yeah, ayy)
Make ’em shut the city down (Ayy, ayy)
Red beam for Max, put it on a Smith and make it growl (Uh-huh)
Everywhere we go, it’s mandatory that there’s guns around (Uh-huh)
Touring coast to coast, headin’ city to city, surfin’ crowds (Uh-huh)
I only do a show if there’s 100K funds around (Uh-huh)
Take you to the car lot, new Range Rover (Skrrt)
Take you to the real estate (Yeah), new crib, the gang go (That’s the gang)
It’s the same gang-gang, no, I will not change, oh (Yeah, that’s the gang)
Bringing pain, switching lanes ’till the game game over (Let’s go), huh, uh

[Chorus]
Pull them racks out (Pull them racks out)
Pull them straps out (Nigga, pull them straps out)
You the man now? He a man now
You the man now? He a man now
Pull them racks out (Nigga, pull them racks out)
Pull them straps out (Pull them straps out)
You the man now? He a man now
I’m the man now, yeah

[Verse 2]
I got what I got ’cause I worked for it (Huh?)
I don’t gotta answer to nobody (What?)
Better have some manners, I’m somebody (Huh?)
If you niggas couldn’t tell I do not give a fuck
If you ain’t tryna wish me well, you can go to hell (Uh-huh)
Talkin’ niggas and talkin’ bitches too, hoes be Jezebel (Uh-huh)
I done did this by myself, I don’t need no help (Uh-huh)
Everybody that had they back turned, I ain’t need you there, uh
Say you wanna kill me, nigga, I ain’t scared (Come on)
To be honest, if I die, then they won’t care
They fake love you when you alive and when you dead (These motherfuckers be fake)
Sometimes I think one day I’ll wake up and there’ll be no one there at all (‘Cause all these niggas phony)

[Chorus]
Pull them racks out (Pull them racks out)
Pull them straps out (Nigga, pull them straps out)
You the man now? He a man now
You the man now? He a man now
Pull them racks out (Nigga, pull them racks out)
Pull them straps out (Pull them straps out)
You the man now? He a man now
I’m the man now, yeah

Juice WRLD – Best Around Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
DY Krazy
DY Krazy (No Limit 150 dream team, nigga, shout out [?], shout out Bibby, shout out Herbo, shout out G-Money)
And the chain, that DY Brazy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
150 in this bitch
Huh

[Chorus]
Pull them racks out (Pull them racks out)
Pull them straps out (Nigga, pull them straps out)
You the man now? He a man now
You the man now? He a man now
Pull them racks out (Nigga, pull them racks out)
Pull them straps out (Pull them straps out)
You the man now? He a man now
I’m the man now, yeah

[Verse 1]
Skate in that bitch, Wayne Gretsky (Skate, skate)
Get her wetter than a fish on a jet-ski (Like a lake)
I got my Beretta in this bitch, don’t try me (God damn)
Blood on confetti in this bitch, gun party (Bang-bang)
Opps come around (Uh)
We gun ’em down (Gra)
It’s No Limit gang (Yeah)
We the best around (Gang)
Fuck the rest around (Chain)
Choppa buck the rest around (Ayy)
AR with a titty round (Yeah, ayy)
Make ’em shut the city down (Ayy, ayy)
Red beam for Max, put it on a Smith and make it growl (Uh-huh)
Everywhere we go, it’s mandatory that there’s guns around (Uh-huh)
Touring coast to coast, headin’ city to city, surfin’ crowds (Uh-huh)
I only do a show if there’s 100K funds around (Uh-huh)
Take you to the car lot, no Range Rover (Skrrt)
Take you to the real estate (Yeah), no crib, the gang go (That’s the gang)
It’s the same gang-gang, no, I will not change, oh (Yeah, that’s the gang)
Bringing pain, switching lanes ’till the game game over (Let’s go), huh, uh

[Chorus]
Pull them racks out (Pull them racks out)
Pull them straps out (Nigga, pull them straps out)
You the man now? He a man now
You the man now? He a man now
Pull them racks out (Nigga, pull them racks out)
Pull them straps out (Pull them straps out)
You the man now? He a man now
I’m the man now, yeah

[Verse 2]
I got what I got ’cause I worked for it (Huh?)
I don’t gotta answer to nobody (What?)
Better have some manners, I’m somebody (Huh?)
If you niggas couldn’t tell I do not give a fuck
If you ain’t tryna wish me well, you can go to hell (Uh-huh)
Talkin’ niggas and talkin’ bitches too, hoes be Jezebel (Uh-huh)
I done did this by myself, I don’t need no help (Uh-huh)
Everybody that had they back turned, I ain’t need you there, uh
Say you wanna kill me, nigga, I ain’t scared (Come on)
To be honest, if I die, then they won’t care
They fake love you when you alive and when you dead (These mothefuckers be fake)
Sometimes I think one day I’ll wake up and there’ll be no one there at all (‘Cause all these niggas phony)

[Chorus]
Pull them racks out (Pull them racks out)
Pull them straps out (Nigga, pull them straps out)
You the man now? He a man now
You the man now? He a man now
Pull them racks out (Nigga, pull them racks out)
Pull them straps out (Pull them straps out)
You the man now? He a man now
I’m the man now, yeah

NLE Choppa – Double Bacc Lyrics

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[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
We took a finger off that bitch for all that typing and shit (All that typing and shit)
My baby mama trippin’, you know she be toxic as shit (She be toxic as shit)
I see ’em hating in my comments, tell ’em get off my dick (Get off my dick)
And for them niggas did me dirty, come back, hit at your shit
You ran when your nigga got popped, why you ain’t shoot back? (Why you ain’t shoot back?)
I’m EBK for real, any nigga play get blew back (Get blew back)
They know this shit is serious, they tuckin’ tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)
We could have got the other one, but my nigga ain’t double back
Nigga, blatt

[Verse 1]
He callin’ me off the bitch phone, he tryna see just where I’m at
I’m posted at the crib, I got the 308, it’s in my bag
Go outside with this chopper, see a car, then I’ma air it
Bitch, I’m a baby Loc, I never show no fear ’cause I ain’t scared
And I’ma have his mama somewhere crying, singing sad songs (Singing sad songs, song)
Put a price up on his head, his toe, I want a tag on it (I put a tag on it)
Me and Tevo might go kill a nigga, then go brag on it (Then go brag on it)
Up the prices, I’ma go and kill him, spend your last on it
Voicin’ your opinion, but nobody’s understanding you (Understanding you)
Standin’ ten toes on my own like a man would do (Like a man would do)
When she pop a molly, she eat it up like a vegetable (Just like a vegetable)
Ride this dick like Harley, she all in, she grip my testicles (She grip my testicles)
Never say I’m sorry, I say what I meant, I tell the truth (I tell the truth)
NLE the army, got troops that gon’ shoot, you front your move (Front your move)
My daughter on the way, but I told Blasian have my son, though
I’m shadowed by my past, I just want the sun to shine on me

[Chorus]
We took a finger off that bitch for all that typing and shit (All that typing and shit)
My baby mama trippin’, you know she be toxic as shit (She be toxic as shit)
I see ’em hating in my comments, tell ’em get off my dick (Get off my dick)
And for them niggas did me dirty, come back, hit at your shit
You ran when your nigga got popped, why you ain’t shoot back? (Why you ain’t shoot back?)
I’m EBK for real, any nigga play get blew back (Get blew back)
They know this shit is serious, they tuckin’ tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)
We could have got the other one, but my nigga ain’t double back
Nigga, blatt

[Verse 2]
Ayy let me talk that rich talk, you know I pop my shit (Pop my shit, nigga)
Fuck the murder talk, let’s talk about the shit I spit (The shit I spit)
Pay for a body and a Sprinter and I don’t pay rent
And fuck them niggas shot it up, tell ’em come do it while I’m in it (Pussy)
Me and my niggas walkin’ up, we walk ’em down how we livin’ (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Bitch you just gotta say it’s up, we leave ’em drownin’ in pity (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
We ain’t toleratin’ dissin’, we gon’ kill ‘cross the city (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
And we ain’t cappin’ when we rappin’, we gon’ make sure they feel it
We ain’t runnin’ from no nigga ‘less they one-time (Unless they one-time)
I leave my phone at the crib when it’s crunch time (When it’s crunch time)
Extended clip, long on it like a lunch line (Just like a lunch line)
It’s fifty in this AR, nigga, we a drumline (Ayy, we a drumline)
Ayy, bitch, I’m blowin’ exotic, but I ain’t chillin’ with Joe (I ain’t chillin’ with Joe)
Your Tiger King get took over and my lions turned poor (And my lions turned poor)
This chopper leave him unbalanced if he don’t stick to the role (He don’t stick to the role)
You know we kill ’em in silence, I swear nobody gon’ know (Grrt, grrt, ayy)

[Chorus]
We took a finger off that bitch for all that typing and shit (All that typing and shit)
My baby mama trippin’, you know she be toxic as shit (She be toxic as shit)
I see ’em hating in my comments, tell ’em get off my dick (Get off my dick)
And for them niggas did me dirty, come back, hit at your shit
You ran when your nigga got popped, why you ain’t shoot back? (Why you ain’t shoot back?)
I’m EBK for real, any nigga play get blew back (Get blew back)
They know this shit is serious, they tuckin’ tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)
We could have got the other one, but my nigga ain’t double back
Nigga, blatt

[Outro]
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
NLE the Top Shotta, woah, woah

Lil’ Baby & Rylo Rodriquez – Forget That Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Baby & Quavo]
My diamonds hit harder when the light off
I ride private to my shows, just a write-off
This beat from Murda (Murda)

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Got a thousand pounds for a thousand, buy them bitches now
First they tried to steal my style, now they tryna steal my sound
Thank God, I ain’t been broke in a while
Do what I do to a T, you my child
I left the bitch in the field and she sour
Move like a ghost in my town, I got power
Reach for a chain on my neck, hear a boaw
I’m hittin’ ’em hard, make ’em throw in the towel
Don’t get ’em started, if you ask me, I’m the hardest
Ain’t come to play with these boys, I ain’t Carti
AMG big body, sound like it farted
I hurt they feelings, ain’t telling’ ’em sorry
These niggas boring, I’m on some more shit
Hundred racks spent on my teeth, I like flossin’
Ran up ten million and still ain’t get cocky
f**k your opinion, don’t need it, I’m poppin’
Told all the bros catch an opp, then he droppin’
Everyone hot on my label, got options
Send your deposit, we come to rock shit
Breakin’ in cars, my lil’ bro like a locksmith
That nigga throw it up, he on them Roxies
Why you keep buyin’ these chains and these watches?
How can I not? Every day I get profit
Upped all my drip ’cause my Crips be watchin’
I really go from these projects to projects
They gotta take it with ease, they can’t stop it
f**k it, ain’t letting’ ’em breathe, they can die
Think ’bout the bros every time I get high
Free the guys
Baby

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
My diamonds hit harder, I ain’t in no competition
Not to mention, just a lil’ bit richer, can’t forget that (Nah)
Flew here, we got chartered (Chartered)
Shawty, she so raw, I might just let her have my daughter
Naw, I’m trippin’, yeah, forget that
This the get-back, yeah

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
Had a lil’ ten bands, I spent that shit on denim
I pull up Usain Bolt Trackhawk, this is not no rental, yeah
Project runner, I came up playin’ cops and robbers
You the guy with the badge, and I’m the nigga with the chopper
My niggas catch bodies in the daytime (Yeah, yeah)
VLONE Runtz, this shit won’t make it past a canine
I know real trappers that stay on the block, but they don’t play lines
But if they see 12, they know to run, though, like they Rajon
I stack that shit up to the ceiling, no more sharin’ clothes
I bought a pendant, came from Watson, but I ain’t proposed
Ridin’ with an AR, but he got murked with a revolver
I sent the crackhead in the pharmacy for cough syrup
No, she can’t play me, but if she try, I’ma dog her
They been askin’ questions crazy, “Is you ’bout to drop a tape yet?”
“Is you tryna go independent? Rylo did you sign with Baby?”
Rolex like G-Shock to us, that’s ’cause we finally made it

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
My diamonds hit harder, I ain’t in no competition
Not to mention, just a lil’ bit richer, can’t forget that (Nah)
Flew here, we got chartered (Chartered)
Shawty, she so raw, I might just let her have my daughter
Naw, I’m trippin’, yeah, forget that
This the get-back
My diamonds hit harder, I ain’t in no competition
Not to mention, just a lil’ bit richer, can’t forget that (Nah)
Flew here, we got chartered (Chartered)
Shawty, she so raw, I might just let her have my daughter
Naw, I’m trippin’, yeah, forget that
This the get-back, yeah

[Outro: Rylo Rodriguez]
Had a lil’ ten bands, I spent that shit on denim