Tag: PFK

Marlo – 4 Season Lyrics

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)

[Verse 1]
Made a couple mil selling work, you know a nigga been signed to the streets, dawg (Streets, dawg)
Plannin’ bricks all day, yeah, shooter, street nigga with some paper
Sellin’ them bales by the acres, nigga whippin’ that dope like a slave, yeah
I’m on the top floor, I feel like I’m Pablo, got birds out the bando (Bando, bando)
I feel like a migo, I’m servin’ up people, my real name is Chico
I’m dodging the RICO, QC is the label
I f**k with the Migos, I f**k with Lil Baby, I been gettin’ them big boats
I been here in my city, girl, fly me some titties, let me see that you with it, girl

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)

[Verse 2]
Top floor, penthouse, naked, kickin’ shit, knowing that I’m rich now (That I’m rich now)
Nigga, f**k a nigga’s bitch now, hell naw I’m doin’ sit downs (Sit downs)
Twenty-four like the Waffle House (Waffle House), got the bricks going out now (In and out now)
Been in these streets all day, dawg, still ridin’ ’round with my K, dawg
PFK, we don’t play, dawg, shots to the back like Ricky (Ricky)
[?], nigga with the fitted, Chanaynay drip, I’m all in it (Chanel)
Givenchy, come and kick it, my pimpin’
Got the D’ussé, bitches sippin’ Henny

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)

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

Marlo – Pigeon Flipin Lyrics (feat. Lucky)

[Intro: Marlo]
Cook that shit up Quay
I just sit back and I remember

[Chorus: Marlo]
I just sit back and I remember
I was just sitting in the kitchen cookin’ chickens and flippin’ pigeons
I would pull up anywhere and serve a nigga, man you can get it
And I’ll be all on the east side flipping pies, I’m in the low
Hopin’ I don’t see them guys
I just sit back and I remember
I was just sitting in the kitchen cookin’ chickens and flippin’ pigeons
I would pull up anywhere and serve a nigga, man you can get it
And I’ll be all on the east side flipping pies, I’m in the low ride
Hopin’ I don’t see them guys

[Verse 1: Lucky]
I said hoping that I don’t see them guys, I be all on the south side
Getting the bricks in for the low low, gotta stay focused and get this bankroll
My motto’s always stay focused
Never chase a bitch, gotta get this money
Make sure these niggas pay they homage, put up a hundred
You never know when the struggle’s comin’
You gotta watch your brother’s back
‘Cause these niggas they phony, they ain’t your homie
Talkin’ down bad on you to a bitch
But f**kin’ stand over that stove and break your f**kin’ wrist
PFK, them young niggas good, they know how to get rich
Take ’em back to the west side when we was f**kin’ with Chris
Them late nights in the 9, we was shipping out bricks
Me and Marlo standin’ in the kitchen arguing over the egg beater
We tryna get rich

[Chorus: Marlo]
I just sit back and I remember
I was just sitting in the kitchen cookin’ chickens and flippin’ pigeons
I would pull up anywhere and serve a nigga, man you can get it
And I’ll be all on the east side flipping pies, I’m in the low
Hopin’ I don’t see them guys
I just sit back and I remember
I was just sitting in the kitchen cookin’ chickens and flippin’ pigeons
I would pull up anywhere and serve a nigga, man you can get it
And I’ll be all on the east side flipping pies, I’m in the low ride
Hopin’ I don’t see them guys

[Verse 2: Marlo]
And I thank God I ain’t see them guys
‘Cause I’m ridin’ with them damn pies
I got an F&N with a green beam
Fishscale on the triple beam
In a Benz coupe and that shit squat
Man that shit be lookin’ real mean
When the feds came and they question my nigga
Them nigga better say not not a thing
I just think back and I remember
Remember cold nights in December
When my niggas ain’t have no coat, I gave ’em hope
Put that fishscale in that boat, I whipped that dope
And I turned the four one to a nine nose
And then them niggas sweet and I wiped slime nose, whoa whoa
I been ridin’ ’round with them grizzlies in the trenches
And I been showin’ them slime niggas how to get it
Tryna turn the dark nigga into the realest
Since I’m a hustler I’ma show you how to get it (Marlo)
Do anything to get them f**kin’ digits

[Chorus: Marlo]
I just sit back and I remember
I was just sitting in the kitchen cookin’ chickens and flippin’ pigeons
I would pull up anywhere and serve a nigga, man you can get it
And I’ll be all on the east side flipping pies, I’m in the low
Hopin’ I don’t see them guys
I just sit back and I remember
I was just sitting in the kitchen cookin’ chickens and flippin’ pigeons
I would pull up anywhere and serve a nigga, man you can get it
And I’ll be all on the east side flipping pies, I’m in the low ride
Hopin’ I don’t see them guys

Marlo – Pfk Lyrics (feat. Loso Loaded)

[Intro]
Cook that shit up Quay

[Verse 1: Marlo]
The red dogs hit the block (12)
Caught the young nigga with a half a brick and I’m duckin’ from the narcs (f**k)
12 know I run my side and I’m the boss, I call the shots (Marlo)
I’m the big dog nigga
I be with real gangsters and killers
Bad bitches and some dealers
The young niggas ready to ride when I’m riding
Them niggas dying when I’m firing
A hundred shots, I Blac Youngsta me a nigga
I had playin’ for keeps, I take the doors off the Jeep
I told the bitch she f**kin’ for free (come here ho)
And it’s a pleasure to meet

[Chorus: Loso Loaded & Marlo]
Bitch we playin’ for keeps, we grinding to the early morn’
I go chase that paper on that block, yeah all day long
Niggas say they with it, I’m just wondering who gon’ ride
I’m not here to play, that’s why I got it on my side, yeah
I’m out here playing for keeps, I blowed a hundred this week
I got it out of the mud, I’m really f**kin’ with thugs
These bitches they showin’ me love
I stayed down ten toes, now I’m just toasting it up
Let’s have a toast to the drugs

[Verse 2: Loso Loaded]
I’m grinding all day
Serving them packs in the hallway
Young nigga shootout in broad day
My young nigga he goin’ beast mode
Don’t care, he shoot you like a free throw
I grinded to get where I’m at
A real nigga, I’m staying pat
I keep this shit one hundred all summer
I’ma gon’ go and get it, yeah yeah
These niggas pillow talking
Disrespect the kid
Let the paper speak, yeah yeah
I’m out here playing for keeps
I want the flooded Philippe
Let’s have a toast to the drugs
It have me goin’ all week

[Chorus: Loso Loaded & Marlo]
Bitch we playin’ for keeps, we grinding to the early morn’
I go chase that paper on that block, yeah all day long
Niggas say they with it, I’m just wondering who gon’ ride
I’m not here to play, that’s why I got it on my side, yeah
I’m out here playing for keeps, I blowed a hundred this week
I got it out of the mud, I’m really f**kin’ with thugs
These bitches they showin’ me love
I stayed down ten toes, now I’m just toasting it up
Let’s have a toast to the drugs

[Outro: Marlo & Loso Loaded]
Them young niggas totin’ Glocks ’round my way, with extensions
Double cup, just sippin’
Fresh as f**k, we drippin’
Them young niggas want war
Play for keeps every day, yeah yeah yeah
We play for keeps every day, yeah yeah yeah
Y’all niggas want war, play for keeps every day, yeah yeah yeah
We play for keeps every day, yeah yeah yeah
PFK, you dig? yeah man
I’m talkin’ about a hundred thousand all on a bad day man
These bitches suckin’ and f**kin’ for whatever
Up top man, ha ha

Marlo – Bails Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Chorus]
Big bail nigga, pound break a scale
Nigga, yeah, we was gettin’ it through the mail
Pray to god we never see the po-po, got ’em by the boatloads
Swear to god we gettin’ ’em in by the truck loads
In front my moms, swear I gave him a hundred pounds
Nigga do ya thang, you know a nigga hold you down
Ain’t no back-and-forth, have lil one gun you down
Them niggas talking gangsta, nigga go round for round
Go round for round, ayy, we’ll go round for round
Them niggas talking gangsta, nigga go round for found
These niggas know they ain’t gangsta, nigga can go round for round
My young nigga going crazy, nigga can go round and round

[Verse 1]:
Big bail, make them bitches break the scale
Straight, they get it from the mail
Pack nine and we like yeah
Take care my whole team, them PFK, them bitches clean
A nigga rerockin’ over there, you know we selling straight clean
And I did it for my dawg
When he came home, he was f**ked up
And I gave him racks and we balled
And a nigga balled on y’all
And nigga seen them flaws all in y’all
Put a hundred on his head if that’s the cost
I’m calling big shots like a boss

[Chorus]
Big bail nigga, pound break a scale
Nigga, yeah, we was gettin’ it through the mail
Pray to god we never see the po-po, got ’em by the boatloads
Swear to god we gettin’ ’em in by the truck loads
In front my moms, swear I gave him a hundred pounds
Nigga do ya thang, you know a nigga hold you down
Ain’t no back-and-forth, have lil one gun you down
Them niggas talking gangsta, nigga go round for round
Go round for round, ayy, we’ll go round for round
Them niggas talking gangsta, nigga go round for found
These niggas know they ain’t gangsta, nigga can go round for round
My young nigga going crazy, nigga can go round and round

[Verse 2]:
Got the thirty hanging off
Let to shoot if it pop off
Bad bitch with good brawn
Ass fat from down South
Know some killers go retarded off that boy
Nigga acting real hard so he hard
That nigga pussy in his heart and he know it
Told him never show his hand and he showed it
I just gave you niggas a boy, you better quote it
I know these young niggas real and I know it
Tell them free Young Blue, he never foldin’
I’m a 9th Ward god and you know it

[Chorus]
Big bail nigga, pound break a scale
Nigga, yeah, we was gettin’ it through the mail
Pray to god we never see the po-po, got ’em by the boatloads
Swear to god we gettin’ ’em in by the truck loads
In front my moms, swear I gave him a hundred pounds
Nigga do ya thang, you know a nigga hold you down
Ain’t no back-and-forth, have lil one gun you down
Them niggas talking gangsta, nigga go round for round
Go round for round, ayy, we’ll go round for round
Them niggas talking gangsta, nigga go round for found
These niggas know they ain’t gangsta, nigga can go round for round
My young nigga going crazy, nigga can go round and round