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Young Stoner Life & Young Thug – Superstar Lyrics

[Intro]
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus: Future]
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, might not see tomorrow
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, fuck fancy broads
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Stickin’ to the models, yeah
Drinkin’ out the bottle, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
What have you done to deserve this?
You gon’ have to keep a gun if it’s dirty
Spend a mansion on a car and park it in the slum
Got diamonds on me, got a Glock, holdin’ thirty drum
We buss a check up down the middlе, now it’s figures
I packed the hood out on thе jet when I first came up
Money brought pain before the fame, I was painless
Shit ain’t the same, you get more money, it get more dangerous
It could be a motive when you litty and you famous
Fuck on her few times, ’til it feel like she a stranger

[Chorus: Future]
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Abu Dhabi trips with a US broad
Back to back Lamb’s, need an extra garage
Lamborghini keys, touch screen when it start
Smokin’ on exotic, you can smell when it tar
Blicky, blicky, put it extendo on the FN with me
Let me spray it in the air, now it’s sticky, sticky
We just came up from the dead, now I’m the shit-shit, yeah
Rose gold diamonds in my mouth when I smile, bitch
I just brought it to the spot, it changed the climate
I got bitches in the back and on the side of me
He didn’t bring me all my racks so now he gotta leave
I just wanna smoke him ’cause he shot at me
Cash out in the mall, it’s worth a quarter key
Bread gang so we get a lot of keys
Prayin’ to the God and my rosary

[Chorus: Future]
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, might not see tomorrow
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, fuck fancy broads
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars

Young Dolph & Key Glock – What u see is what u get Lyrics

[Intro]
Band
Let the band play

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
I know you heard about me, what you see is what you get
I’m a Memphis nigga, so I gotta keep a .10
She got turned on, panties came off when she got in the Benz
All of my real niggas family, Franklin and Jackson my friends
If I say I’m wit’ you, I’m wit’ you all the way to the end (For real though)
Big Boo, I miss you, wish I could relive that night again
We in the club, geeked on the lean, you rollin’ hard on Ecstasy
The last time I kicked the whip, my dawg in mind, that shit been stressin’ me (Damn)
Is that you up there? Keep tellin’ God, “Keep blessin’ me” (Gotta be you)
M’s on M’s, but I keep that FN right next to me (Hey, hey)
I come from shit, that’s why I ball on them so heavily (For real though)
Stack it, flip it, stack it again, that’s my recipe (Uh)
We made the rules, then broke the rules, we do what we want, lil’ nigga (Ayy)
These diamonds just keep gettin’ bigger (Whew)
Ice cold like the winter (Whew)
Her name, no, I don’t remember (Nah)
I see a big bag of money when I look in the mirror (It’s Dolph)

[Chorus: Young Dolph & Key Glock]
Baby, what you see is what you get
I’m a street nigga, but I’m rich (Rich, rich, rich, rich)
Nigga, what you see is what you get
We in the Maybach truck, ridin’ with them sticks (Sticks, sticks, sticks, sticks)
(Fuck)
Baby, what you see is what you get (Yeah)
I just put a house on my wrist (Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist)
Uh, nigga, what you see is what you get
I done fucked around and hit a lick (Lick, lick, lick, lick)
Ayy, woah (What the fuck?)

[Verse 2: Key Glock]
I know you heard about me, nigga, go ask yo’ bitch (Yo’ bitch)
Yeah, I got money callin’, got these niggas callin’ quits
Yeah, I just smashed on what’s her name? And scratched her off my list
Uh, and I just bought another Lamb’ and parked it on my wrist (Skrrt)
I hopped out sippin’ Wock’ and Tris, yellow diamonds when I piss
I know you never, ever, ever seen a youngin’ flex like this
I’m ’bout my cheddar, mozzarella, never catch me in the mix
I put that metal on whoever, nigga, never go for shit
Yeah, I told you I was six playin’ with sticks (Yeah)
At nine with that Aster, to this day, won’t go for shit
Yeah, I got money on my mind and on my line, I gotta get it
Yeah, I’m addicted to the money, I’m a junkie, I’m just tryna hit another lick

[Chorus: Young Dolph & Key Glock]
Baby, what you see is what you get (Baby)
(Bitch)
I’m a street nigga, but I’m rich (Rich, rich, rich, rich)
(Yeah)
Nigga, what you see is what you get
We in the Maybach truck, ridin’ with them sticks (Sticks, sticks, sticks, sticks)
(Glock, bitch)
Baby, what you see is what you get
I just put a house on my wrist (Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist)
Uh, nigga, what you see is what you get
I done fucked around and hit a lick (Lick, lick, lick, lick)

[Outro: Young Dolph]
Woah

Lil Gnar – Wants and Needs (Drake & Lil Baby Remix) Lyrics

[Intro]
One Take
DD

[Verse]
Painted with purple to match with my syrup
My choppa got titties to match with my girl (skrrt)
Niggas say that they rich but I know that they capping
Draco in the trunk and you bet I’ma blast it
Bank and deposits and clockin’ Dre’s ashes
I’m smashing the gas on the ‘vette, losing traction (skrrt)
Young C.E.O, came a long way from trappin’
They see this my year, I don’t even gotta say it
Fuck with the bros you get stretched in the payment
I’m heating shit up see the sweat on they face (what what)
Call the promoters and tell them to pay me
I hop on the stage and the kid get it ragin’ (what what)
Knock out a nigga, I feel like DaBaby
My next day I’m out so I don’t even know they face
He talking slick got his neck on a shirt
2020, I need twenty a verse
Shoutout to Uzi, I slide with the Uzi
I’m finna go do a drive by out the ‘vert
‘Till I get 24 million I ain’t chilling
My clarity go in the streets and get chilly
I jump in that pussy and stretch it and kill it
Don’t do for feelings that’s just how I work
Bust on her titties, she dripping like fashion
I hop out the ‘ghini and skrt in the Aston
That brand new Aventador sound like a dragon
Got swag like I got the chrome heart on my fabric
Ran up the commas, I’m finna start braggin’
Don’t care bout Corona, I’m rockin’ a mask
Louis V monogram all on my bag
And I bought all my smoke and this shit really potent
Started at the bottom and built me a business
Somebody tell Kanye “I’ll make him a billion”
See I done diamond my shit, got appraises
We rockin’ that fool shit, no we ain’t the same
I don’t talk smoke on the internet
I’m just gon drop a new bag and say “bring me your brain”
Double R truck I don’t bring out that Civic Si
Two out the window, I’m finna make it rain
Walk in the bank and they know me by name
Finna hit wifey and make me a chain
FN it blasted and bullets like pellets
I’m poppin’ my shit, finna put on the gang
Keep my foot on they neck and that shit it Margelia
I saw they face and I kick it with fantasy
He talkin’ shit and he woke up in heaven
Then why not her too man, I been tryna tell you

[Chorus]
Trap, got a lot of feens on my line, need the bag
Got a lot of drugs on my mind, goin’ up
Every single day I’m on that grind, feelin’ love
With that came the money’s on my mind, hit the plug
And I ran off every single time, at the spot
Got a lot of feens on my line, need the bag
Got a lot of drugs on my mind, goin’ up
Every single day I’m on that grind

[Outro]
Pull up

Pooh Shiesty – Neighbors Lyrics

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[Intro]
Big brr, brr
Ayy 30, ayy, ayy, 30
Yeah

[Chorus: Pooh Sheisty]
The chopper stay so close to me that you’d think we neighbors
This pussy not what he ‘posed to be, ’cause his momma raised him
We had a kill shot on his head, but I think God saved him
You never walked up hit your man, you prolly never graced him
Yeah, I’m a real gangster, did some shit you can’t rehearse
My pockets used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse
God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed
Every time we get the drops, I’m the one who gon’ scope it first

[Verse 1: Pooh Sheisty]
Own many cars, they go so fast that it came with some [?]
I go get free shit out the store, ’cause I’m fuckin’ the clerk
He was talkin’ gangster on the net ’til we found where he work
I can get you whacked for a lil’ cash or a couple of percs
Took a nigga pole, “Sheisty, why you do that though?”
Ayy, I’m from South Memphis, we brought up in gorilla mode
If you don’t deserve it or won’t shoot it, we gon’ let ’em know
I’m tryna break down a Cuban, and had me some GG4, let’s go
Thought we was gon’ ride the SRT, I got that whole [?]
We just threw a party on your block and didn’t even clean the guns
I’m smokin’ exotic ’til the foul, I’ma burn my lung
I’m havin’ choc-latto mixed with pounds, one-fifteen the drop

[Chorus: Pooh Sheisty]
The chopper stay so close to me that you’d think we neighbors
This pussy not what he ‘posed to be, ’cause his momma raised him
We had a kill shot on his head, but I think God saved him
You never walked up hit your man, you prolly never graced him
Yeah, I’m a real gangster, did some shit you can’t rehearse
My pockets used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse
God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed
Every time we get the drops, I’m the one who gon’ scope it first

[Verse 2: BIG30]
I’m in the field with choppers, you can’t come up on this turf
And I’m from Killbranch, we known for killin’ killers first
A customized chopper, thought I scratched him with a Nerf
I’m startin’ to slide, and I shot my third victim out a vert
I had a Glock ‘fore I lost my virginity, these niggas envy me
Hundred shots out my Infinity, my opps remember me
Fifteen shots in my FN, I call this bitch my mini me
Bitch talkin’ ’bout matching energy, bitches be killin’ me, let’s go
Dope comin’ from where the Spurs play, I’m where the birds play
I just ran a [?] in these [?] but my third play
Reach for these VV’s, we let off shots right where the turns be
Lost me out on Tuesday so we pop back out on Thursday

[Chorus: Pooh Sheisty]
The chopper stay so close to me that you’d think we neighbors
This pussy not what he ‘posed to be, ’cause his momma raised him
We had a kill shot on his head, but I think God saved him
You never walked up hit your man, you prolly never graced him
Yeah, I’m a real gangster, did some shit you can’t rehearse
My pockets used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse
God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed
Every time we get the drops, I’m the one who gon’ scope it first

[Outro]
Brr

Playboi Carti – Beno! Lyrics

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[Intro]
(808 Mafia)

[Chorus]
Spent a hundred K on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep
Can’t fuck with these hood hoes no more, they don’t give a fuck about me
All-black 23, LeBron with the heat (What? 23, 23)
I was just in Miami in the Rolls Royce geeked (What? Yeah, Rolls Royce, geeked)
Lil’ Tommy got an FN in the backseat (What? Yeah, in the backseat)
Red rag, red flag, bitch, you better make peace (Yeah)
I’m in this bitch with my killers (Yeah)
Whole lotta motherfuckin’ niggas (Yeah)
We got them motherfuckin’ choppers (Yeah)
I pick you up, nigga, I get you (Yeah)
I said I don’t fuck with these niggas (Yeah)
We see ’em, we punchin’ them niggas (Yeah)
We upping the score on these niggas (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go back
You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that (What? What? Yeah)

[Verse]
Whole lotta bands in this bitch (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta cash in this bitch (Yeah)
Hop on the motherfuckin’ plane (Yeah)
I just popped me a G6 (Yeah)
You know that I love to stay high (Yeah)
My shawty just said that she bi (Yeah)
She carry that shit, she gon’ ride (Yeah)
I fucked her then told her she mine (Yeah)
I’m really not with telling lies (Yeah)
I really don’t hang around guys (Yeah)
The streets treat me like a god (Yeah)
My bitch treat me like a God (Yeah)
Got a main and a side (Yeah, side)
Fuck fame, I ride with the fire
Blow out the brain in the ride (Ugh)
Blow out the brain in the ride (Yeah)
I’m riding ’round town with a ratchet bitch (Ayy)
She say, “Carti, you back on your ratchet shit” (Ayy)
I rock diamonds, the Patek from Elliante (What?)
Show me something that Carti not better than
If a nigga keep talking, we running in (Yeah)
Get that nigga kicked out like I’m punting it (Yeah)
On the block rolling dice and I’m going in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Spent a hundred K on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep
Can’t fuck with these hood hoes no more, they don’t give a fuck about me
All-black 23, LeBron with the heat (What? 23, 23)
I was just in Miami in the Rolls Royce geeked (What? Yeah, Rolls Royce, geeked)
Lil’ Tommy got an FN in the backseat (What? Yeah, in the backseat)
Red rag, red flag, bitch, you better make peace (Yeah)
I’m in this bitch with my killers (Yeah)
Whole lotta motherfuckin’ niggas (Yeah)
We got them motherfuckin’ choppers (Yeah)
I pick you up, nigga, I get you (Yeah)
I said I don’t fuck with these niggas (Yeah)
We see ’em, we punchin’ them niggas (Yeah)
We upping the score on these niggas (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go back
You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that (What? What? Yeah)

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Green Dot Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Ayo, Dzimi got the sauce, boy)
Still a robber from the paul bearer, from the burner
Still right out from the burner

[Chorus]
Dumb shit, you know that I’m walking with it on me
I say stomp him, then that’s when they stepping on your homie
I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang
Pushing next to them, rip down, draw down on you, what you saying?

[Verse 1]
This no facade, we up the rod, we known to send shit up to God
You say it’s war, I do your asses like I done them fucking boys
Hold on say, why they tryna play like Top ain’t raw
Been up inside beef for some years but still ain’t dead yet in this foreign car
PTR on me, looking like this bitch a sewing saw
Son say in my passenger seat just like a pornstar
Murder gang, two handles on that .223 like devil horns
Call the police, don’t call the reverend for him (Fuck that boy)
Bah-bah-bah, he already dead, yeah
Caught that nigga fumbling then they did him bad
Gang baby had to fight in jail in different parish
Check off shit with PayPals with certain assassins
His family know we stepped on him, I wish I could spit in his casket
Fuck him, I been thugging, and bet nan one of you bitches still gon’ touch this shit
This shit ain’t pretty since I came in, it been ugly
I whip out my blicky, tell my bitch just for to kiss it if she love me

[Chorus]
Dumb shit, you know that I’m walking with it on me
I say stomp him, then that’s when they stepping on your homie
I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang
Pushing next to them, rip down, draw down on you, what you saying?
Dumb shit, you know that I’m walking with it on me
I say stomp him, then that’s when they stepping on your homie
I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang
Pushing next to them, rip down, draw down on you, what you saying?

[Verse 2]
Hold on, stop the static, yeah, slang that ratchet
Wait outside his home and put shit up the fastest
And just in case this shit get hectic, the FN tactic
You know them hollows coming through shit soon as I blast it
I say this a murder zone, right here where my granddad home
Make sure that I got “Gravedigger” engraved in my tombstone
Them pistols beating up off a beat, since he wanna make a song
Tell him I’m that same nigga with holes in my shoes walkin’ around
Fuck it, we gon’ knock him down
Green dot, millionaire up in the Cutlass and this bitch not T top
Jumping out that gang mobile, it smell like reefer
I am not no rapper, I’m your fucking teacher
Bloody nigga walk in cocaine white tryna turn up the meter
Talk your shit, you gon’ lose your life the same day I meet you
This that real right shit can’t keep cool say 5 soon as I swung that heater
This that hitchhike shit, paul bearers bring him out, drag him to the reaper

[Chorus]
Dumb shit, you know that I’m walking with it on me
I say stomp him, then that’s when they stepping on your homie
I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang
Pushing next to them, rip down, draw down on you, what you saying?
Dumb shit, you know that I’m walking with it on me
I say stomp him, then that’s when they stepping on your homie
I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang
Pushing next to them, rip down, draw down on you, what you saying?

Jack Harlow – Already Best Friends Lyrics

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[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
Jetson came in with a FN, two girls with him
Told me he ain’t got a preference
Sat them both down and I asked a few questions
Met last week and they already best friends
Already best friends (Friends)
Met last week and they already best friends (Friends)
Met last week and they already best friends
Already

[Verse 1: Jack Harlow]
She’s a Georgia State freshman
Told her I’ma pull-up at your place at 10
Girl, you look good I would risk everything
Make mе forget what safe sex is
I’ma finish right now, I don’t takе breaths in
I recommend you don’t listen to your friends
Shit ain’t been the same since they stepped in
Twenty-five deep in the same section
I’m off vodka, you off Hen’
Tell me this ain’t something that you do often
I can’t say the same, so use caution

[Chorus: Jack Harlow & Chris Brown]
Jetson came in with a FN, two girls with him
Told me he ain’t got a preference (yeah)
Sat them both down and I asked a few questions
Met last week and they already best friends (oh, ohh)
Already best friends (Friends)
Met last week and they already best friends (Best friends)
Met last week and they already best friends (Oh, oh)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Two at a time, laying in my bed
One at the top and the other give me head
Girl on girl I love the taste
You can run around, I love the chase
If you need a break ’cause you’re thirsty
Don’t trip ’cause I know you’re burnin’ up
She said she love me, but she want her to fu-fu-fuck it up (11:11)
Baby make a wish and I’ma do what you want
Ain’t no more intermission, I’m tryna see where you are

[Chorus: Jack Harlow, Jack Harlow & Chris Brown]
Jetson came in with a FN and two girls with him
Told me he ain’t got a preference
Sat them both down and I asked a few questions
Met last week and they already best friends
Already best friends (Friends)
Met last week and they already best friends (Friends, friends, friends)
Met last week and they already best friends

[Verse 3: Jack Harlow]
She brought a buddy in
“What you studying?”
“Education, that’s where the money is”
“You think you funny huh?”
“Yeah, I’m the funniest”
“So what about you?”
Her friend replied, “I don’t go to school”
“Okay, what you do?”
“I’m a dancer, and quick question, are you a cancer?”
I said, “Hell nah, where you dance at?”
She said, “Blue Flame, that shit be jam-packed”
I said, “Damn facts, so where y’all mans at?”
She said, “What’s that?” and they smiled at each other and they both laughed
“I don’t need a man, she my other half
We got something not a lot of others have
And I feel like I knew her from the past
I mean at this point we’re like lesbians”
Then they had another laugh

[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
Jetson came in with a FN and two girls with him
Told me he ain’t got a preference
Sat them both down and I asked a few questions
Met last week and they already best friends
Already best friends (Friends)
Met last week and they already best friends (Friends)
Already best friends (Friends)
Met last week and they already best friends (Friends)
Already best friends (Friends)

Future & Lil Uzi Vert – Plastic Lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
Yeah, Cartiers (Swoosh)
All buffs (Swoosh)

[Chorus: Future & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, Cartier
Yeah, purple tint
Yeah, three percent (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, two FN’s (Yeah)
Yeah, plastic Glock (Plastic Glock)
Yeah, plastic bitch (Plastic bitch)
Yeah, plastic stick (Plastic stick)
Yeah, trap legit (Trap legit)
Yeah, I’m too lit
Yeah, got your bitch (Got your bitch)
Yeah, shoot and miss (Shoot and miss)
Yeah, catch a fit (Catch a fit)
Yeah, made it squirt (Made it squirt)
Yeah, late for church (Late for church)
Yeah, switch your purse (Switch your purse)
Yeah, swap to Vert (Swap to Vert)

[Verse 1: Future & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, Coupe dirty
Yeah, the drank dirty (Woo)
Gotta buy the case
Yeah, to beat the verdict (Beat the verdict)
I’m in love with you, girl
I been sellin’ it, f’real (Uh-huh)
I been sipping sizzurp
In a whole ‘nother world
I went California ‘Rari, yeah, Raphael Saadiq (Yeah)
Upper eche’, yeah, ‘lon don, yeah
Pimpin’ bond, yeah, candy Dawn, yeah
Drop-head Rolls, suicide doors (Yeah)
Swap hoes, swap clothes (Swap out)
Big body, five doors
This a Maybach, yeah, got it two-tone (Two-tone)
Three percent, purple tint, Cuban four choke
When I couldn’t cash my check, I went and sold dope (Sold dope)
Make it go and swipe, swipe, doin’ four, four (Four, four)
Ain’t no stoppin’ at the light, that’s a no-go (No-go)
I got two Glocks on me, K-Ci, JoJo (JoJo)

[Chorus: Future & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, Cartier
Yeah, purple tint
Yeah, three percent
Yeah, two FN’s (Two FN’s)
Yeah, plastic Glock (Plastic Glock)
Yeah, plastic bitch (Plastic bitch)
Yeah, plastic stick (Plastic stick)
Yeah, trap legit (Trap legit)
Yeah, I’m too lit (I’m too lit)
Yeah, got your bitch (Got your bitch)
Yeah, shoot and miss (Shoot and miss)
Yeah, catch a fit (Catch a fit)
Yeah, made it squirt (Made it squirt)
Yeah, late for church (Late for church)
Yeah, switch your purse (Switch your purse)
Yeah, swap to Vert (Swap to Vert)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Made it back (Made it back), made a stack (Made a stack)
My bitch mine, ooh, baby fat (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, gettin’ them racks (Gettin’ them racks)
Yeah, spendin’ them racks (Spendin’ them racks)
Yeah, makin’ it back (Yeah)
Lil Uzi, yeah, I just stay with the MAC (Stay with the MAC)
I got a bitch for every week and all my bitches freaks
I got a bitch for every day of the week (Woo, woo)
I got a brick for every crack on your street (On your street)
I done spent a hundred and fifty thousand on my teeth
I just made it all the way back from the moon (From the moon)
Man, my dawg was locked up, he took a case for my goon, uh (Yeah)
All my niggas out here takin’ souls (Takin’ souls), yeah
Sixteen hundred niggas, yeah, you know they on the road (Road)
Give me the loot (Give me the loot), give me the loot (Give me the loot)
These bitches drop it down like my name was Uncle Luke, yeah
I’ma make a hundred million probably by next June (Yeah)
Niggas try to act stiff, they really cartoons (Yeah)

[Chorus: Future & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, Cartier (Cartier)
Yeah, purple tint (Purple tint)
Yeah, three percent (Three percent)
Yeah, two FN’s (Two FN’s)
Yeah, plastic Glock (Plastic Glock)
Yeah, plastic bitch (Plastic bitch)
Yeah, plastic stick (Plastic stick)
Yeah, trap legit (Trap legit)
Yeah, I’m too lit (I’m too lit)
Yeah, got your bitch (Got your bitch)
Yeah, shoot and miss (Shoot and miss)
Yeah, catch a fit (Catch a fit)
Yeah, made it squirt (Made it squirt)
Yeah, late for church (Late for church)
Yeah, switch your purse (Switch your purse)
Yeah, swap to Vert (Swap to Vert)

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah

Future & Lil Uzi Vert – Million Dollar Play Lyrics

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[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
I just told Mean, “Yeah, we gon’ be straight”
He saw me make a million off one damn play
I let him keep that money (Zaytoven) ’cause I know he keep it safe (Buddah Bless this beat)
They ain’t goin’ runnin’ out safe (Bop), we gon’ put it right in they face (Let’s go)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Bop)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Bow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah)
FN’s, Glocks and Dracos, no, we ain’t got no Rugers tucked (Yeah)
I don’t even play with these niggas when I’m sober
So I’m on fuck shit when I’m bootin’ up (Booted up)
I’m stiff in the club, can’t loosen up
Let my Glock in, motherfucker, got tool tucked

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
My niggas shoot shit, my niggas too cut
I’m in the cut gettin’ sucked by two sluts
Pay for the hit, kill your favorite shooter
Then go on vacation, that’s the power of the mula
Elliot diamonds all on the cougar
I still owe Elliot a little mula
You don’t know Elliot? Bitch, that’s my jeweler
Elliante, Fante, diamond cooler (Let’s go)
I got a lot whole lot of bands in my pants, they from France
My girl from Chicago, she said she don’t like rappers
I told her, “Give me a chance”
This is a Range Rover, this not a Lamb’
Usin’ a money counter, um, again
I cannot count it up right with my hands
You know my gun, it came with hundred round
Yeah, and the inside, it came with a fan
Yeah (Brr), yeah (Brr)
Here I go again (Brr, hello)
If you try me, we gon’ have to hit your man

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
Yeah, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Baw)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Baw)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Brr)
FN’s, Glocks and Dracos, no, we ain’t got no Rugers tucked (Yeah)
I don’t even play with these niggas when I’m sober
So I’m on fuck shit when I’m bootin’ up (Booted up)
I’m stiff in the club, can’t loosen up
Let my Glock in, motherfucker, got tool tucked
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah, yeah)
Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up, go up

[Verse 2: Future]
You know I’m drinkin’ on sizzurp, yeah
You know I’m fuckin’ your good girl, yeah
You know my necklace a blizzard (Count up)
Niggas tried to go inside the safe, put the gun in they face
Shootin’ my shot just like I’m Dr. J, billion-dollar play
I won’t talk, yeah, I’m too stiff
I’m steppin’ in the club, got a Glock on my hip
Drinkin’ on oil, I’m downin’ my pill
Count it up, get delirious
What she gon’ do for the liberty
My money got her stiffer than the Statue of Liberty
Bitches on bitches, I’m literally, some of them come from the Middle East
Drippin’, I’m spending, yeah, I’m the epitome
Pluto my name and I’m bigger than Kennedy
Ridin’ ’round with two lil’ vibes and I got three Glocks on my side
Niggas better run, go hide
You know you gon’ die if you pop outside

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Pow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Pow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Pow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah, yeah)
FN’s, Glocks and Dracos, no, we ain’t got no Rugers tucked (Yeah)
I don’t even play with these niggas when I’m sober
So I’m on fuck shit when I’m bootin’ up (Geeked up)
I’m stiff in the club, can’t loosen up
Got my Glock in, motherfucker, got tool tucked
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up

[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
I just told Mean, “Yeah, we gon’ be straight”
He saw me make a million off one damn play
I let him keep that money ’cause I know he keep it safe (Yeah, that my boy)
They ain’t goin’ runnin’ out safe (Bop), we gon’ put it right in they face (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Baw)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Baw)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Brr, yeah)

Future & Lil Uzi Vert – Bought A Bad Bitch Lyrics

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[Intro: Future & Lil Uzi Vert]
(Bought a bad bitch) Yeah (Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah)
Man, I was just talking to Pluto, big bro, and…
(Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah)
He was like, “You like them pink mu’fuckas, don’t you?”
(I just made a good investment, yeah, yeah)
And I was like, “Yeah”
(DJ Escomoe, I just spent a whole ‘nother check, bitch)
I like anything that you niggas can’t afford (Yeah)

[Chorus: Future & Lil Uzi Vert]
Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah
Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah
Pink diamonds, Patek, Patek Philippe on my wrist
I don’t even go to sleep, bitch, I’m up, I’m up, exorcist, woah

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Don’t talk, don’t speak, bitch
I don’t even eat at Ruth Chris, woah
Money my move, bitch, woah
Table got swordfish, woah
FN got blue tip, woah (Yeah)
Bleu like Corbin, woah
Itty-bitty bad bitch
And she got her ass lift

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
And she like 4’10, yeah, my bitch plastic
Water on my wrist, got a splash wrist
I feel like Curry when I got this glass wrist
Splashin’ on her, drippin’ in it, I got water
I mean I be killin’ it like young big Wunna
Lick it up and she gon’ spit it and back it up
Take her back ’cause I don’t want no ho (Yeah)
‘Cause I get that bitch right off my team (My team)
Everything on me clean
Eyes all red, Visine (Visine)
Red stripe on Supreme
I cook it up myself (Myself)
Watch how I take your fiends (Your fiends)
I got stars on my belt (My belt)
Big pockets on my jeans (My jeans)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch
Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch
Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch
Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch
Pink diamonds, Patek, Patek Philippe on my wrist
I don’t even go to sleep, bitch, I’m up, I’m up, exorcist

[Chorus: Future]
Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah
Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah
[Bridge: Future]
I’m out my body, I’m out my body (Woah)
But don’t tell nobody (Woah)
Don’t tell nobody (Woah)
I’m out my body, woah (Woah)

[Verse 2: Future]
I just bought a bad bitch, dripped her in karats
Flyin’ out to Paris (Woah), purests are the rarest
Different colored stones on the neck like a parish
Lookin’ at the score, you can tell she ain’t average
Put the bitch on, all the hoes be starin’
Had to hit the horsepower on 9-11
Ordered my garments and I’m gettin’ mine, get it
Buyin’ out the mall and I splash the baguettes
Thanks for that new morning, thanks for that new money
Thanks to my new bitch, she bringin’ more bitches
Breakin’ four-fours, and I’m gettin’ my digits
Change wardrobes, gotta spend at least a milli’ (Swap it out)
Make a rapper throw away a closet, yeah (Throw it out)
Nigga talk loud, but my money is the loudest (Yeah)
Stackin’ up, rackin’ up, pilin’ (Yeah)
Flying with your girl off an island, yeah
I’m getting so much fuckin’ money
I bossed up my bottom bitch, yeah, she litty, yeah
I got some Spanish lil’ hotties calling me papi, I can’t do nothing but win (Win)
Transportation got this bitch in a trance (Trance)
Switch up the style and gave her some bands (Bands)
Fillin’ the back of the Maybach with a MAC
Got enough capital to go and buy a jet
Add it up, add it up, count up a check
Made a bitch blow it up, sellin’ hot mix
Shawty got three Glocks and a vest
Pourin’ more lean, more money, more sex (Pour it up)
Pop half an X and I’m drinkin’ Hi-Tech (Pop)
Iced out chains, keep ’em in my fridge (Yeah)
Goin’ to the moon, I’m a space cadet
On the strength of me, this bitch gettin’ blessed

[Chorus: Future & Lil Uzi Vert]
Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah
Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah
Pink diamonds, Patek, Patek Philippe on my wrist
I don’t even go to sleep, bitch, I’m up, I’m up, exorcist, woah

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Don’t talk, don’t speak, bitch
I don’t even eat at Ruth Chris, woah
Money my move, bitch, woah
Table got swordfish, woah
FN got blue tip, woah (Yeah)
Bleu like Corbin, woah
Itty bitty bad bitch (Yeah)
And she got her ass lift

[Outro: Future & Lil Uzi Vert]
Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah
Bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah
Outta my body, outta my body
I’m outta my body, I’m outta my body
I just spent a whole ‘nother check, bitch, yeah
Let’s go, you see the bitches I was naming from the drop?
I told you I was here three years ago gettin’ nasty

Young Nudy – Vice City Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Metro, Metro, Metro)
I’m from the muhfuckin’ city
A nigga die every day
Niggas get done every day
You can go for it or you ain’t nigga
You ain’t (Yeah, yeah)
Stay in the house (Stay in the house)

[Chorus]
FN in (FN in, whack, whack), fuck a nigga (Fuck ’em)
Hell no (Hell no), don’t trust a nigga (Never)
You is not my brother, no trust in you (No trust)
Only thing that I trust put these slugs in you (Put these slugs in you)
And I’ve seen the worsest of the worst turn snitch (Worst turn snitch)
And I’ve seen the realest of the realest turn bitch (Realest of the realеst turn bitch)
Couple niggas got locked up, I know them niggas gon’ snitch (What? What?)
I am thе truth and I ain’t gotta lie ’bout this (I don’t, I don’t, I don’t)

[Verse 1]
I’m a rich nigga (Rich nigga, rich nigga)
God made me like this and you a bitch nigga (Blessed, blessed)
When you got some money, you was a lick, nigga (You’s a bitch, bitch)
When I got that money, you ain’t on no shit, nigga (What? What?)
Shoot first, you know I don’t play that shit, nigga (They know that, they know that)
I was just down bad, my dick was in the dirt, nigga (Well damn)
Try to hit me, they hit me where it hurt, nigga (They did)
All these lawyer fees, man they do the worst, nigga (That’s my lawyer)
Don’t you know I gotta pay ’cause I’m the worst nigga (I’m the worst)
And I pay my shooters, just gon’ do the worse, nigga (They gon’ hurt him)
And you know that .38, it always work, nigga (Ooh yeah)
357, we gon’ baptize, you ain’t in church, nigga (Nah, nah)
You know banana clip, oh that got worse, nigga (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
You know I got the Uzi hangin’ out the vert’, nigga (Uh-huh)
And if you scared, then you need to go to church, nigga (Uh-huh)
You know I sent some niggas in the street, they murk nigga (They murk nigga)
[Chorus]
FN in (FN in, whack, whack), fuck a nigga (Fuck ’em)
Hell no (Hell no), don’t trust a nigga (Never, never)
You is not my brother, no trust in you (No trust)
Only thing that I trust put these slugs in you (Put these slugs in you, slugs in you)
And I’ve seen the worsest of the worst turn snitch (Worst turn snitch)
And I’ve seen the realest of the realest turn bitch (Realest of the realest turn bitch)
Couple niggas got locked up, I know them niggas gon’ snitch (What? What?)
I am the truth and I ain’t gotta lie ’bout this (I don’t, I don’t, I don’t)

[Verse 2]
Bitch, yeah Griselda Blanco (EA, EA)
And I got them bricks, pulled up in a Bronco (Slime, slime)
And I got the sticks, just to protect the hunchos (Draco, draco)
And I gotta be good, anywhere that I go (You know it)
Two hunnid cash and I know they don’t like this shit (Cash, cash)
Twelve like, “Where the fuck did that nigga get this shit? (Damn, damn)
Step on the stage, you know I get paid for this shit (Get paid)
Thought I was gon’ be locked in, a hundo that they bet (A hundo)
I’m up now, don’t give a fuck now (Racks, racks)
Say you want some smoke, you nigga better get rid up now (Torch, torch)
You ain’t got no money, you funny, you jackass (Broke ass, broke ass)
I’m havin’ all the money, you makin’ me vomit (Vomit)
Don’t make my stomach hurt with that broke shit (Damn)
I’ll have a toast when I kill you, you know this (Hey pour me up)
And then I’ll sit back and think about it
Well done (Well done, well done)
And the J, roll up, more grams (More gas, gas)
[Chorus]
FN in (FN in, whack, whack), fuck a nigga (Fuck ’em)
Hell no (Hell no), don’t trust a nigga (Never, never)
You is not my brother, no trust in you (No trust)
Only thing that I trust put these slugs in you (Put these slugs in you)
And I’ve seen the worsest of the worst turn snitch (Worst turn snitch)
And I’ve seen the realest of the realest turn bitch (Realest of the realest turn bitch)
Couple niggas got locked up, I know them niggas gon’ snitch (What? What?)
I am the truth and I ain’t gotta lie ’bout this (I don’t, I don’t, I don’t)

[Outro]
I don’t, I don’t, I don’t
Hahaha, you had me fucked up, nigga
I don’t give a fuck, fuck you, fuck you
I’d hate me too if was you, so shit
Fuck you, hahaha
I don’t give a fuck
EA’s finest bitch
You know where you know fuckin’, where you muhfuckin’ find me, man
Fuck, fuck, fuck

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Slidin Lyrics

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[Intro]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
It’s the big stepper (Stepper), 4L repper (Repper)
Hit him with a twenty-piece, ranch lemon pepper (Pepper)
Black Air Force 1s dancing with the devil (If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you, 21, 21, 21)

[Verse 1]
His wifey trouble, thot was finna cut her, I pulled out a rubber
Opps tried to slide on my brother, had to up that cutter
When it’s smoke, we huddle, so many shots, damn near shot each other
AR st-st-stutter, Draco brown, look like peanut butter
Don’t play tic-tac-toe or tit-for-tat, nigga, this ain’t that (21, 21)
He was talking gangster on them tracks ’til I got him whacked
Glizzy with the switch and it go splat, ain’t no ducking that
Y’all be smoking make-believe opps, we be smoking, facts
We be smoking gang after gang, cock it back and bang
21 4L, that’s what I claim, let your nuts hang
We don’t shoot at houses, we hit brains, y’all lil’ niggas lame
Fell in love with them chopper sounds, Waka Flocka Flame

[Chorus]
Slidin’
Lookin’ for the opps, they been hidin’
I grew up ’round drugs, sex, and violence
We turnt off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wildin’
Chrome Heart jeans got me stylin’
Said he wanted smoke, now he joggin’
While you was in college I was robbin’ (If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you)
[Verse 2]
(Brrt, bop bop)
Everybody run to they car (21)
You ain’t gon’ make it that far (21)
Walk down with an AR (Straight up)
We keep shit in the street (On God)
They gon’ put it on the bar (On God)
Y’all niggas talking on pillows
All my Glocks got dildos (21)
Take your bank like Cee-lo (21)
Draco bite, mosquito (21)
Y’all niggas corny, Frito (Pussy)
Kel-Tec hot, it shoot Cheeto (Pussy)
Y’all be talking that rah-rah (Pussy)
You ain’t finna rob-rob me, though (Pussy)
He went against me, he gone
Step on him, I put my feet on him (21)
I just made an opp do the running man (Running man)
Keep an FN in my Cullinan (Cullinan)
Still ain’t met a bitch that I’d cuff again (21,21)
Still ain’t met a bitch that I’d kiss (On God)
He was talking crazy, he got blick (Straight up)
Savage keep a token, John Wick (John Wick)
Shoot him in the back like he Rick (Ricky)
Playing freeze tag, niggas it (Sticky)
[Chorus]
Slidin’
Lookin’ for the opps, they been hidin’
I grew up ’round drugs, sex, and violence
We turnt off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wildin’
Chrome Heart jeans got me stylin’
Said he wanted smoke, now he joggin’
While you was in college I was robbin’ (If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you)

[Outro: Morgan Freeman]
When your vision is crystal clear, they say it’s razor-sharp
A focused mind is said to be like a knife, but the scalpel is wisdom
All one can do is accept that life is a double-edged sword
Stay on the edge

Moneybagg Yo & Blac Youngsta – Birthplace Lyrics

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[Intro: Moneybagg Yo & Blac Youngsta]
Bitch
Whore
Go

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
Put a price on love, won’t pay that (No)
In the city only where I get hate at (Where I’m from)
Make sure the shit real ‘fore you take that (Better)
Tryna do what I do, can’t fake that (At all)
I’m the shit without you and you know that (You know that)
Bitches mad I done bought my ho that (Lambo)
FN like when I’ma blow that (Go)
Steady steppin’ on shit, free Kodak
Humble to a certain extent, jump off the jet, then board the yacht (Yacht)
Let Youngsta control the car (Why?)
Press the bread, I’m twistin’ ‘za (Rollin’)
And this shit here very high (Vеry high)
London Cake with Berry Pie (Bеrry Pie)
Gotta know smoke come with fire (Fire)
You must not be scared to die (Huh?)

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Blac Youngsta]
I get money, fuck you think? (Yeah)
Smokin’ ‘za, real Murder Inc (Murder)
Poured up in a dirty drink (Lean)
Sippin’ with my sneaky link (Shh)
Hit her on the kitchen sink (Ugh, ugh)
She hollerin’ out, energy
Tell her what she wanna hear (Woah)
She be like, “You sendin’ me” (Haha)
Lingo in my wordplay (Yeah)
All a nigga get is M’s, represent my birthplace
Hitters come through with that yeah, at your top like hairspray (Brr)
Do ’em in the worst way (How?)
His niggas didn’t ride for him, they just got shirts made (Damn)
(Ugh, ugh, woah)
Once I cut you off, don’t want you back
(Mad jealous ho)
You my biggest hater, that’s a fact
(I can’t never fold)
You know I can’t spare no pussy rats
(I’m gon’ wipe his nose)
They put cases on me back to back
[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
I get money, fuck you thinkin’?
All blue hundreds, I don’t fuck with pink (Pink, pink)
Feds in the hood, every day an opp dyin’
Church on Sunday in my Cuban link (Yeah)
I been hearin’ voices, you gon’ get extorted
I’m just tellin’ you what the shooters think (That part)
You a pussy nigga
Every time you wash your pussy, you gon’ have to use a sink (That part)
Yeah, she want a part of my heart
I’m tryna give this lil’ bitch a part of my safe
I told that bitch from the start
I ain’t tryna be in love with you, I just wanna go on dates
She ain’t gotta ask me, she know where the stash be
She know when the opps come, she better spray
I love her body, pay for the pla-ski
Every time I wanna hit, she gonna lay

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Blac Youngsta]
I get money, fuck you think? (Yeah)
Smokin’ ‘za, real Murder Inc (Murder)
Poured up in a dirty drink (Lean)
Sippin’ with my sneaky link (Shh)
Hit her on the kitchen sink (Ugh, ugh)
She hollerin’ out, energy
Tell her what she wanna hear (Woah)
She be like, “You sendin’ me” (Haha)
Lingo in my wordplay (Yeah)
All a nigga get is M’s, represent my birthplace
Hitters come through with that yeah, at your top like hairspray (Brr)
Do ’em in the worst way (How?)
His niggas didn’t ride for him, they just got shirts made (Damn)
(Ugh, ugh, woah)
Once I cut you off, don’t want you back
(Mad jealous ho)
You my biggest hater, that’s a fact
(I can’t never fold)
You know I can’t spare no pussy rats
(I’m gon’ wipe his nose)
They put cases on me back to back

Lil Uzi Vert – Lonesome Lyrics

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[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
There’s some times when I get lonely, I get lonely
There’s some times that I get lonely, I get lonely
When I take my time, know I always end it with the motions
When she calls my line, you know I am mourning, I am mourning

[Hook 1: Mikky Ekko]
See the light, hide and seek
See the light in ivory
Over ? carry nights and pain inside in silently
Unable to speak on the way in which she required me
Choking on the smoke, it was the pain inside is firing
See thе light, hide and seek
See the light in ivory
Over ? carry nights and pain insidе in silently
Unable to speak on the way in which she required me
Choking on the smoke, it was the pain inside is firing

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Silence, baby I am tired of your requirements (Shh)
Choking off a lot of smoke because I got a lot of stress
She gave me that dome and she need some time to find her neck
Money off retirement remind you of your father’s check
Now come on baby, follow directions, I call that Simon says
So x-rated we always hit the floor, can never find the bed
Let’s go baby, let’s do it some more till I’m out of breath
Yes I hate it you’re not here at all, and you don’t exist
I be gone by the midnight
I be gone when it’s midnight
In the Audi R8 running red lights
You don’t really have to say what you really like
You don’t really have to talk you don’t have to lie
All your negativity messing up my vibe
And she know that I’m a beast got that appetite
I don’t want your girl gotta deal with mine
But I’m known to put her on the side
Prophecy they know that that’s a lie
20 years that’s 20 times 20 eyes
Watching me these boys want me to die
I just brung an FN on a G5
Making hits and I’m busting off the meter
That’ll show you that I really don’t need her

[Hook 2: Mikky Ekko]
I see the light, now I see, what she is requiring
Waiting for a leader so I show her the entire me
Running through the wild we arrive at home entirely
Running from exactly what we are, the empire me
I know you need me baby, I know you need me baby
I promise I’ll be right back right after this message baby
You and I could tell them all together in a letter, oh
Better we can just tell them the truth, it’s that I know I can’t stop

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
?, when she calling me, yeah she fine as me, why I’m fine as hell
Where you finding her where honestly somewhere overseas, thats international
That’s your bro you know his cash is low I seen the inside green, outside pistachio
If they can match the flow and they can match the dough, it’s something like a myth because the chance is low
Me in one big room, I’m known to act a hoe, and I can’t talk to her she shop at fashion nova
I said she keep yelling and she keep tripping I don’t understand because the ass is ?
She call me a snake I’m known to pack a coat we go through it then we laugh it off
Yes I’m smooth like a casanova, imma be this way till my tax is over
If you stay aligned I can give advice that’ll keep you going that’ll get you right
And I got the cheese don’t see many mice, she keep tryna leave don’t see many nights
All I do is think you just keep on ? diamonds out the sink this is not a brightener
Keep a patek clean cause I’m by my ? this is balmain I don’t have a stylist
That is chump change that’s sad silence
That’s a mustang what are you, in college
Meet the upgrade to a new ferrari come on baby put you right in parking
And I must say I was wylin’ wylin’, and I must say change with perfect timing
And I must say that’s a lot of shining for a pretty woman call her Julia Roberts
[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
There’s some times that I get lonely, I get lonely
There’s some times that I get lonely, I get lonely
When I take my time, know I always end it with the motions
When she calls my line, you know I am mourning, I am mourning
There’s some times that I get lonely, I get lonely
There’s some times that I get lonely, I get lonely
When I take my time, know I always end it with the motions
When she calls my line, you know I am mourning, I am mourning

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
I be gone by the midnight
I be gone when it’s midnight
In the Audi R8 running red lights
I be gone by the midnight
I be gone when it’s midnight
In the Audi R8 running red lights

A Boogie wit da Hoodie – 7 Mac 11’s Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Almighty God)
This young nigga with me
Really shoot like Trae

[Chorus]
I’m pullin’ up with seven MAC-11s
Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin’
Put a beam on every single weapon
Send me the addy and I’ma address it
I wanna start rippin’ through your leggings
You’re better than Margiela and Giuseppe
Want you to stop playing, you can get it
Just send me the addy and I’ma address it, yeah

[Verse]
All I know is get the bag, facts
I get money out the ass, facts
You should see what’s in my stash, racks
You don’t want it to get bad, oh man
Really shootin’ like The Mask, facts
Runnin’ through bodies like Mad Max
Hoodie on, grippied up, mask black
I keep it on me, get your ass back
The niggas I roll with is not nice
Hit a nigga in front of his mom, I swear
Forty-two niggas gon’ knock him down
We can get the one, I don’t know if he my height
Yeah, half of these niggas cannot fight
They used to call us dirty Bronx guys
Now niggas’ bitches send me heart eyes
Niggas’ bitches be sendin’ me heart eyes
I got a bankroll in every whip
Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin’
Put a beam on every single weapon
Designer clothes, I get it for free
They wonder why I never go to sleep
It’s niggas tryna take me out my misery
But I can never let them get me off my feet
I put a Hellcat engine in the Jeep
It’s not a G-Wagen, yeah
And I ain’t really with the back-and-forth shit
Just let me know if it’s static, yeah
Hangin’ ’round nothin’ but bosses, no losses, only W’s, yeah
My nigga don’t even make songs and he got more hits than a baddie, yeah
Turn my bitch into a brat, she got more double C than a Sabathia, yeah
Had a nine-car garage at the crib, crib so big, I call it a lair
I know you just wanna show off in my car, makin’ videos flippin’ your hair
Girl, you gon’ fall out of line fuckin’ with the stars, baby, you is not ordinar’
Niggas gon’ fall out of line fuckin’ with some thugs, nigga, get you right out of here
Got a FN, it came with a scope and a beam, I’m ready, yeah
(Almighty God)

[Chorus]
I’m pullin’ up with seven MAC-11s
Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin’
Put a beam on every single weapon
Send me the addy and I’ma address it
I wanna start rippin’ through your leggings
You’re better than Margiela and Giuseppe
Want you to stop playing, you can get it
Just send me the addy and I’ma address it
I’m pullin’ up with seven MAC-11s
Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin’
Put a beam on every single weapon
Send me the addy and I’ma address it
I wanna start rippin’ through your leggings
You’re better than Margiela and Giuseppe
Want you to stop playing, you can get it
Just send me the addy and I’ma address it, yeah

Marlo – About That Action Lyrics (feat. Rylo)

[Intro: Marlo]
Run that money counter baby
Cold cold world in the game
It’s a cold cold world in this game
It’s a cold cold world in this game
Boy Marioo go the f**k crazy

[Chorus: Marlo]
Sleepin’ with my MAC-10, I’m creepin’ with my FN
It’s a cold world and a dirty game so niggas done got me back in
When the pack in, no relaxin’
When them birds flyin’, play action
Know some young niggas get drastic with that plastic
They don’t know none’ but the Illmatic
That lil bastard, that lil boy there went ghost, I guess he Casper
Nigga took out Marlo’s soul and then I laughed
And then I press a green button, then I whack ’em
Lil Marlo ’bout that action, get to blastin’
Nigga told you PFK, we ’bout that action

[Verse 1: Marlo]
Havin’ shootouts in broad days with them K’s
Still ridin’ around with that Drake
Ain’t no legs shootin’, we shootin’ at niggas’ face
And that dope bowl gave a nigga the code to riches
And I don’t trust nan’ nigga and f**k these bitches
f**k that shit, I ran up digits
And me and Baby boy still runnin’ around and we gettin’ it
And when I look in my stashbox I see plenty
And flippin’ shit, I really did it
Still sittin’ in traffic waitin’ on a phone call
I know if the walls could talk I’d be behind bars
So f**k this shit, I broke the law
I was swinging them sticks just like Top Dog
Tryna knock your top off for all that flodgin’
Got a bad bitch with a good mouth
And I don’t trust the street no more ’cause niggas creepin’
I been stickin’ to the code with all my people
So these niggas got me

[Chorus: Marlo]
Sleepin’ with my MAC-10, I’m creepin’ with my FN
It’s a cold world and a dirty game so niggas done got me back in
When the pack in, no relaxin’
When them birds flyin’, play action
Know some young niggas get drastic with that plastic
They don’t know none’ but the Illmatic
That lil bastard, that lil boy there went ghost, I guess he Casper
Nigga took out Marlo’s soul and then I laughed
And then I press a green button, then I whack ’em
Lil Marlo ’bout that action, get to blastin’
Nigga told you PFK, we ’bout that action

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
I’m married to the FN, that MAC-11 my best friend
I pull up on the side, give it to ’em
Ain’t no hesitation when it comes to the gang
You know I’m pullin’ up sideways, bust a nigga’s brain
‘Bout my brother Marlo, niggas know it’s trouble
I pull up sideways, hit him with the double
All these pain pills got me nauseous, all I know is play for keeps
You gotta stack your bread up when you in these streets
Every nigga gotta

[Chorus: Marlo]
Sleepin’ with my MAC-10, I’m creepin’ with my FN
It’s a cold world and a dirty game so niggas done got me back in
When the pack in, no relaxin’
When them birds flyin’, play action
Know some young niggas get drastic with that plastic
They don’t know none’ but the Illmatic
That lil bastard, that lil boy there went ghost, I guess he Casper
Nigga took out Marlo’s soul and then I laughed
And then I press a green button, then I whack ’em
Lil Marlo ’bout that action, get to blastin’
Nigga told you PFK, we ’bout that action

G Herbo – By Any Means Lyrics (feat. 21 Savage)

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Uh, I used to be trippin’ like a motherf**ker, uh
That’s ’cause I ain’t listen to a motherf**ker
Used to take a Crush and pour a six up in that motherf**ker
Ran it up and now I’m richer than a motherf**ker
And I’m glistenin’ like a motherf**ker (Motherf**ker)
I say f**k ’em all, ’cause they don’t got no love for us (They don’t got no love for us)
We way up top, I don’t see nobody but God above us (Uh)
Get so high, I feel like I’m in the stars
Matter fact, pull a Wraith out the garage
I just might f**k around, buy eight cars
Know it’s gon’ only be one I’ma drive
I’m the one who made me everything I’ma be
Chose my road like the Wizard of Oz
Pop out, I look like a blizzard, my God
Look at my neck and my wrist, oh my God
This all the shit I worked hard and I prayed for
Know I deserve it, that’s word to Yah
Love all my fans, and that’s word to y’all
Twenty a verse, yeah, you heard the ball
Been stackin’ and grindin’ and stackin’ and grindin’ and stackin’ and grindin’ ’til somethin’ tell me, “Herb, just ball”
Ten thousand ones in the VIP, watch it fall
Ain’t gon’ see only me shine, watch us all
No, I ain’t here all the time, but they still show me love
So this bitch on my hip, watch your dawg
Ain’t with that drunk shit, we ain’t come to brawl
Aww, you know lil’ bro lettin’ it off
Really it took me to stop him to keep him from droppin’ you
Should’ve just let him get off
Bitch, I go hard in the paint, but I still’ll pop out, start shootin’, I’m Steph and Gasol
They tryna copy my swag but they can’t keep up, they just gettin’ what’s left of the sauce
They like, “Damn, Swervo, what the f**k? Why you keep switchin’ up?”
Ayy, I’m the king ’round this bitch, listen up (Listen up)
And it cost nothin’ to get you hit up (Hit up)
Get a nigga crib lit up (Up)
Walk up, hit his rib and up (Up)
Two to the head, he shakin’, he checkin’, they want you to live, get up
That’s the shit I live, it’s nuts (It’s nuts)
I’m alive ’cause I don’t give a f**k (f**k)
You tryna slide, it’s nothin’
I seen homicide, it’s nothin’, they said they outside, he stuntin’
It’s 4:30 somethin’, he on Live, but bitch, we been ridin’ since one
And we gon’ ride as one, we all goin’ down as one
Got three thirty clips, that’s a hundred
Cops had me, I ain’t say nothin’
Told ’em to suck it, f**k ’em
Still in this shit, I ain’t duckin’
Worth too many millions
Foenem say get from around here, you trippin’, you buggin’
I’m just so used to thuggin’
Grip in this bitch, I’ma buck ’em
Up with the ball, I’ma truck ’em
I gotta ball like the Rucker
Game on the line, I’ma snug ’em, f**k ’em
Guess I’m a by-any-means type of motherf**ker

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
We not in a frat, but we step (21)
I got more stripes than a ref (On God)
The police behind me, I left (Straight up)
I’m runnin’ ’til I’m out of breath (On God)
I told ’em I needed some help (21)
They looked at me like they was deaf (On God)
We tried to be like BMF (Straight up)
But niggas was all for theyself (On God)
You get extorted for playin’ tough
Nigga, no cap, I was on the move, shots went off and my Glock had jammed up
We ain’t even makin’ no R.I.P. post ’til we come hit a couple y’all mans up
I don’t even bring my niggas ’round rappers, I know they gon’ f**k my face up
Know all my niggas gon’ take somethin’
Say that you a dog, nigga, shake somethin’ (21)
Broad daylight, nigga, face somethin’ (Straight up)
f**k school, we was in the hood tryna make somethin’, you was with a bitch tryna cake somethin’ (On God)
Fix my plate, bet I ate somethin’, you was lookin’ for a reason so that you can hate somethin’ (21)
You can’t keep all of that shit bottled in, I wish your lil’ pussy ass say somethin’ (Pussy)
He did, we slid (Skrrt)
We don’t give a f**k ’bout your kid (On God)
My brother like Glocks and FN’s, but Savage gon’ keep him a SIG (No cap)
The coroner thought he had a lacefront on, the way this Draco split his wig (Straight up)
You a baby when it come to this gangster shit, somebody get this nigga a bib, pussy

[Outro: 21 Savage]
Pussy
Pussy
Pussy
Pussy, pussy
Pussy
You little pussy