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[Intro]
Yeah
Birthday, it's your birthday
If I die, bury me inside the Louie store
Ha, uh, uh
[Chorus]
They ask me what I do and who I do it for (Yeah)
And how I come up with this shit up in the studio (Yeah)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (True)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (Tell 'em)
When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store (Tell 'em)
When I die, bury me inside the Louie store (True)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (Yeah)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (2 Chainz)
[Verse 1]
She got a big booty so I call her Big Booty (Booty)
Skrr, skrr, wrists movin', cookin', gettin' to it (Cookin')
I'm in the kitchen (I'm in the kitchen), yams everywhere (Yams)
Just made a juug (Just made a juug), I got bands everywhere (Bands)
You the realest nigga breathin' if I hold my breath (Damn)
Referee with a whistle, brrrt, hold this tech (Baow)
Extendo clip (Extendo clip), extendo roll (Extendo roll)
When your girl leave me, she need a hair salon (Damn)
Hair-Hair Weave Killer goin' on a trapathon (Yeah)
See, I done had more bombs, than Pakistan (Boom)
Dope bomb, dro bomb and a pill bomb (Bomb)
See, nigga, I'm ballin', you in will call (True)
When I die, bury me inside the jewelry store (2 Chainz)
When I die, bury me inside the Truey store (True)
True to my religion, two everything, I'm too different
So when I die, bury me next to two bitches (Two bitches)
[Chorus]
They ask me what I do and who I do it for (Yeah)
And how I come up with this shit up in the studio (Yeah)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (True)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (Tell 'em)
When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store (Tell 'em)
When I die, bury me inside the Louie store (True)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (Yeah)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
[Verse 2]
Ah, Yeezy, Yeezy, how you do it, huh?
It's my birthday, I deserve to be greedy, huh?
She holdin' out, she ain't givin' to the needy, huh?
You go downstairs and fall asleep with the TV on
Y'all been together ten years, you deserve a ménage
'Specially if you put that BMW in a garage
'Specially if you paid a couple payments on her momma crib
Went to her niece's graduation, man, I hate those kids
Last birthday, she got you a new sweater
Put it on, give her a kiss, and tell her "Do better"
She said, "How 'bout I get you jewelry from the West End?"
How 'bout she hit the Westin and get her best friend?
Ha, I'm jokin', I'm just serious, I asked her
"Don't be actin', like no actress, if we preachin', then we practice
Don't be reachin', don't be touchin' shit, we in Kanye West's Benz
'Cause I will turn you back to a pedestrian, hah"
[Verse 3]
It's your birthday (Yeah), it's your birthday (Uh)
Bad bitch contest, you in first place
You in first place, you in first place
Bad bitch contest, you in first place
I show up with a check to your workplace
Then hand the valet the keys to the Merces
Tell the DJ play your song, this shit come on
What I'm seein’ from the back, I can't front on
They ask me what I do and who I do it for
When I die, bury me inside the booty club
Get it, girl, get it, girl, get it, get it, girl
I might switch it up and get your girl
[Outro]
Deuce and Ye
We like Snoop and Dre
Isn't this your birthday, baby?
You deserve a coupe today, woah
You in first place, you in first place
Bad bitch contest, you in first place | Birthday Song | 2 Chainz |
[Intro]
EarDrummers, Mike WiLL Made-It
Yah! T.R.U., 2 Chainz!
[Verse 1]
I am smokin' on that gas, life should be on Cinemax
Movie, bought my boo bigger tits and a bigger ass
Who he’s? Not I, I smoke strong; that Popeye
Louie V’s in my archives, black diamonds; apartheid
Bread up and my top down, on the block with a block out
Hit your ass with that bla-kow, dope enough to go in yo' nostrils
I take your girl and kidnap her, feed her to my mattress
A skeleton in my closet, it's probably one of these dead-ass rappers
It's probably one of these pussy-ass niggas, don't try me, I'll pull that trigger
Got your car note in my cup, and your rent in my Swisher
That pussy so good I miss ya, head game's so vicious
And all I get is cheese, like I’m takin' pictures
[Chorus]
Yeah, I say fuck you, 'less I’m with ya
If I take you out of the picture, I know real niggas won't miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i
Real niggas say word
You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie
Real niggas say word
You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie
Real niggas say true
You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie
That's a thing I don’t do, nah, I just do it for the niggas
That are tryna see a million 'fore they die, whattup?
[Verse 2]
2 Chainz and Champagne, you want true? That’s true enough
Forbes list like every year, my office is my tour bus
She came through, she brought food, she got fucked, she knew whassup
She think I’m the realest out and I say, "Damn, that makes two of us"
Aww, that look like what’s her name, chances are it’s what's her name
Chances are if she was acting up then I fucked her once and never fucked again
She could have a Grammy, I still treat her ass like a nominee
Just need to know what that pussy like so one time is fine with me
Young as an intern, but money like I built the shit
Streets talkin', they'll confirm, go ask them who just killed the shit
Stay keepin' my cup full so I’m extra charged like a state tax
Me and Chainz go way back, we don’t talk shit, we just state facts
Yes, Lord
[Chorus]
Yeah, I say fuck you, 'less I’m with ya
If I take you out of the picture, I know real niggas won't miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i
Real niggas say word
You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie
Real niggas say word
You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie
Real niggas say true
You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie
That's a thing I don’t do
Nah, I just do it for the niggas
That are tryna see a million 'fore they die
Whattup?
[Verse 3]
Name a nigga that want some, I’ll out-rap his ass, out-trap his ass
Put his ass in a plastic bag with his trashy ass, take him out
Bring 'em in, them whole things, 2Pac without a nose ring
Thug Life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend
I did what they say I wouldn’t, went where they say I couldn’t (Tru!)
YSL belt buckle, y’all niggas sure is lookin'
Y’all niggas sure is lucky, two chains on my rugby
Left hand on that steering wheel, right hand on that pussy
[Outro]
Word, word, T.R.U | No Lie | 2 Chainz |
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
2 Chainz
Mustard on the beat, ho!
[Chorus]
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Middle finger up to my competition
I'm different, yeah, I'm different (Yeah)
I'm different, yeah, I'm different (Yeah)
I'm different, yeah, I'm different (Tru)
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
[Verse 1]
Pull up to the scene, but my roof gone (Roof gone)
When I leave the scene, bet your boo gone (Boo gone)
And I beat the pussy like a new song (Boom)
2 Chainz, but I got me a few on (Yup)
Everything hot, skip lukewarm (Ugh)
Tell shawty bust it open, Uncle Luke on
Got the present for the present and a gift wrapping
I don't feel good, but my trigger happy (Bah)
Bet the stripper happy, bet they wish they had me
And I wish a nigga would, like a kitchen cabinet
And me and you are cut from a different fabric
I fucked her so good, it's a bad habit (DamN)
Bitch, sit down, you got a bad atti'
Gave her the wrong number and a bad addy (Tru)
You ain't going nowhere like a bad navi'
Ass so big, I told her to look back at it (Woah)
Look back at it (Woah), look back at it (Woah)
Then I put a fat rabbit on the Craftmatic
I am so high ... attic
I am so high, like a ... addict
[Chorus]
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Middle finger up to my competition
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
I'm different, yeah, I'm different (Yeah)
I'm different, yeah, I'm different (Ugh)
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
[Verse 2]
2 Chainz, got your girl on the celly
And when I get off the celly, I made her meet at the telly
When she meet at the telly, I put it straight in her belly
When it go in the belly, it ain't shit you can tell me, ugh (Ugh)
Hair long (Long), money long (Yeah)
Me and broke niggas, we don't get along (Nah)
Hair long (Long), money long (Yeah)
Me and broke niggas, we don't get along (Tell 'em)
I paid a thousand dollars for my sneakers
'Ye told you, a 100K for a feature
"Ee-err, ee-err": sound of the bed (Bed)
Beat it up, beat it up; then, I get some head (Head)
Well, I might get some head; then, I beat it up
I don't give a fuck, switch it up, nigga, live it up (Up)
Yeah, it's going down, so get up (Up)
Might valet-park a Brinks truck (Ugh)
[Break]
Mustard on the beat, ho!
[Chorus]
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Middle finger up to my competition
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing | I’m Different | 2 Chainz |
[Intro]
It's Young Khalifa, man
2 Chainz!
[Verse 1]
Money's the motivation, money's the conversation
You on vacation, we gettin' paid, so
We on paycation, I did it for the fam
It's whatever we had to do, it's just who I am
Yeah, it's the life I chose
Gunshots in the dark, one eye closed
And we got it cookin' like a one-eyed stove
You can catch me kissin' my girl with both eyes closed, yeah
Perfectin' my passion, thanks for askin'
Couldn't slow down, so we had to crash it
You used plastic, we 'bout cash
I see some people ahead that we gon' pass, yeah!
[Pre-Chorus]
I never feared death or dyin' (Woo)
I only fear never tryin' (Woo)
I am whatever I am
Only God can judge me now
[Chorus]
One shot, everything rides on tonight
Even if I've got three strikes, I'ma go for it
This moment, we own it
And I'm not to be played with
Because it can get dangerous
See these people I ride with?
This moment (Uh), we own it
[Verse 2]
And the same ones that I ride with
Be the same ones that I die with
Put it all out on the line with
If you lookin' for me, you can find Wiz
In a new car or the crowd with
My new broad, that's a fine chick
Ain't no other squad I'm down with
Ain't no way around it
What you say? Tell me what you say
Workin' hard, reppin' for my dogs, do this every day
Takin' off, lookin' out for all, makin' sure we ball
Like the mob, all you do is call
Catch you if you fall, Young Khalifa
[Pre-Chorus]
I never feared death or dyin' (Woo)
I only fear never tryin' (Woo) (Uh)
I am whatever I am
Only God can judge me now
[Chorus]
One shot, everything rides on tonight
Even if I've got three strikes, I'ma go for it
This moment, we own it
And I'm not to be played with (I ride or die for mine)
Because it can get dangerous
See these people I ride with? (I ride or die for love)
This moment, we own it
[Verse 3]
This the biggest day of my life
We got big guns, been graduated from knives
It's the day in the life and I'm ready to ride
Got the spirit, I'm feelin' like a killer inside, uh
Financial outbreak, I'm free but I ain't out yet
Ridin' with the plug, so I'm close to the outlet
At the red light, rims sittin' offset
I look better on your girl than her outfit (Uh)
[Verse 4]
Stuck to the plan, always said that we would stand up, never ran
We the fam and loyalty never change up
Been down since day one, look at where we came from
Jumpin' out on anybody who try to say some
One thing about it: got a problem? I got the same one
Money rolls, we fold
Plenty clubs we closed
Follow the same code
Never turn our backs, our cars don't even lose control
[Outro]
Hahaha
Uh
This moment, we own it
I ride or die for mine
I'm ride or die material
One life to live, so here we go
This moment, we own it | We Own It (Fast & Furious) | 2 Chainz |
[Intro]
Uhh, alright
I did it, hahah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeah
Bond No. 9 that's my favorite scent, yeah
Can't forget the kush, I'm talking OG, yeah
Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, oh yeah
285 I had that pack on me, uh
I cannot forget I had that strap on me, yeah
Rest in peace to my nigga Doe (Troup)
All we ever want to do is ball
That was the easy part, we playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late, we tryna to make an escape
Trying to make me a mil', so I'ma keep me a plate
I told 'em shawty can leave, so I'ma keep me a rake
So I'ma keep me a Wraith, my jewelry look like a lake
Today I'm in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe, I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face, sing to your bitch like I'm Drake
Yeah
[Chorus]
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out, Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
And your girl, call her, come through
[Verse 2]
It's Gucci! Huh (brr!) huh!
Your trunk in the front
Well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money
Then check this out, yo, poppin' the trunk
Three mil in a month
But I just did three years on a bunk
Oh, you in a slump
I'm headed to Oakland like Kevin Da Runt
What is your point?
Square with the stamp, for Kevin Durant
Lay on on my trap
Play with my cap and I'll knock off your hat
I'm taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the racks
I'm swervin', but I'm in back of the 'Bach
I'm Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I'm servin' I pay a bird for that
He nervous, ain’t got no words for that
He hurt and want all of his purses back
He mixing the syrup with the Percocets
She perfect and she got perky breasts
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year, I'm from Bouldercrest
You snitch of the year cause you told the bis'
[Chorus]
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
And your girl, call her, come through
[Outro]
Ayy, Mike Dean
This shit hard as fuck, bruh
You a living legend, I appreciate that
Ayy, Guwop, I'm glad you home, cuz
Quavo, you already know man
You got next on these niggas double salute man
True shit, 2 Chainz!
Hair Weave Killer
Daniel Son, the Necklace Don
Chapo Jr
I mean, I can go on for days | Good Drank | 2 Chainz |
[Intro]
Uh, oh, oh, oh
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow (Yeah)
Tomorrow, tomorrow (I’m talking right now)
Tomorrow, tomorrow (I’m talking right now)
Ain’t no such thing as tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Uh, the way we living today
I’m talking right now
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Do, do, do, do, do
(2 Chainz!)
[Verse 1]
Dreads hang on designer everything
Mr. Comme des Garçons, Mr. Alexander Wang
Mr. Chain, pinky ring, flow insane, ho insane
Man, these shoes I got on, these the hardest I've done seen
It look clean when you pour it; I remix it make it dirty
If she got good head and text me I text back and tell her "hurry"
This that category 5 when I walk up in the strip club
Throw it high, make you and George Washington head butt
OG's never fed us, now young niggas fed up
Ballin' so hard I deserve a and one
Baking soda marketing, I'm getting it ain't I? Obviously
You a bitch, you a ho, that's just my philosophy
And I'm known to kick it like the captain of a soccer team
Billie Jean red leather same color Red Lobster
And she brain wash ya -- head doctor
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
[Hook]
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
Drop top, head bopping
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'ma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
Drop top, head bopping
[Verse 2]
Grams to Grammys, two guns Yosemite
Niggas put their Glock on your ass, fuck that Heather B
Pumping that amphetamine, all this D I'm peddling
I be somewhere settling, somewhere that you have never been
To the top you never been, you might need a respirator
Money on the rise like I'm counting on an elevator
You gon' need a detonator swimming with them barracudas
Close the docket on that ma'fucka prosecutor
This Armani, this Givenchy, I parachute you
I'm so fly I jumped out the air wearing Gucci (Tell 'em!)
I'm raw, talking California Rolls
Smoking California weed with California hoes (Truu!)
Sending flicks to my partners in the state pen
I just got some pants made out of snake skin
See them shades you got on called Ray-Bans
And the shades I got on cost eight bands (damn) | Feds Watching | 2 Chainz |
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro
[Verse 1]
4 AM, I'm just gettin' started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin' 'bout the trap, playin' the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin' 50 dollar slabs
Your nigga's lookin' at the bills, askin' you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I'm providin' the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin' with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Rock with Champagne P
If it wasn't for the struggle then I wouldn't be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!
[Chorus]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (Yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin' type (Straight up)
Damn, it's 4 AM so please believe the hype (It's lit)
Hit the lights (Yeah), I'm way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (Skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (Yeah)
I'ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that's alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain't wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin' out the cake and that's surprisin', ooh
Pickin' up the duffel bag like exercisin', ooh
Bought mama new house 'cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody's perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh
[Verse 3]
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, on a killin' rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin', chillin', watchin' Netflix (Straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I'm on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin' tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Drench god, drench god, really
Representin', we the squad, really (Oh, yeah)
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin' records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a charm with the extras
Might use her legs for a necklace
[Outro]
Don't stop trappin', boy
Got 'bout 12 racks this mornin'
Got 'bout 12 racks
Started last night, still goin'
12 racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, 'cept my partner and them
But we gettin' this money though, I'm tellin' you that | 4 AM | 2 Chainz |
[Intro]
Yo, okay
[Verse 1]
All my niggas with me, all my niggas with it
All my niggas ballin', all my niggas athletic
All my niggas A1, all got street cred
All my niggas ballin', all my niggas athletic
Pulled up in a Phantom, pulled off with a dancer
Got a pocket full of money, kinda hard to keep my pants up
Nigga tryna run them bands up, fuck a bitch with my hands up
Lil Quay fuck the Xans up, kinda hard to understand her
Duffle bags in the Escalade, call the bitch there a bread truck
Got the bitch going retarded, call Uber for a spare truck
All these niggas never scared us, all these niggas never ran up
Bitch tryna put the head on me, niggas tryna put the Feds on me
Niggas tryna take meds on me, everything for the players only
Niggas sunny like Arizona, gunshots just for sayin' something
Spraying shit like aerosol, you a foul and that's a fair ball
Nigga can't reach the goals, keep shootin' them damn air balls
[Chorus]
Watch out, lil bitch (Watch out)
Watch out, lil bitch (Watch out)
Watch out, lil bitch (Watch out)
Uh, watch out, lil bitch (Yeah)
You getting mad, I'm getting rich
You getting mad and I'm getting rich (Yeah)
Watch out, lil bitch (Watch out, watch out)
Watch out, lil bitch (Watch out)
Watch out, lil bitch (Stiff arm)
Ayy, watch out, lil bitch
You getting mad, I'm getting rich
You getting mad, bitch, I'm getting rich (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Watch out, lil ho, my partners still smoke on parole
They say that I'm crazy, I used to talk to a stove
I tell it to lock, shit, I tell it a lot
Go to the dealership, fishtail off the lot
You know I'm comin' straight out the block
You know I'm comin' straight of the top
Shawty said she want five million
'Cause I told her to leave and called her a thot
Shit, you can like it or not, damn, I'm comin' straight out the pot
Still got some Act' in my stock, nigga, I ain't gotta lie
Nigga, I ain't gotta try, you wavin' that thing in the sky?
We wavin' that thing at your body
We wavin' that thing at your eye
Look at the watch on my wrist, got 'em all watchin' my wrist
Told that lil bitch I'll pass, nigga watch the assist
I run the trap like the marathon, you niggas softer than silicone
You know what it's like when the feelin' gone
I know what it's like when the ceilin' gone
I had a sit down with Farrakhan
Turn the White House to the Terrordome
I used to serve at the Chevron
I used to serve with my necklace on, bitch (Bitch)
[Directed by Motion Family] | Watch Out | 2 Chainz |
[Intro]
Yeah, hahaha
Yeah, ooh
M-M-M-Murda
Yah
[Chorus]
That's a vibe (that's a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That's a vibe (that's a vibe)
Yeah, uh (that's a vibe)
That's a vibe (that's a vibe)
It's a vibe (it's a vibe)
That's a vibe, yeah (that's a vibe)
Yeah, yeah (that's a vibe)
Oh that's a vibe (that's a vibe)
Oh it's a vibe (it's a vibe)
That's a vibe (that's a vibe, that's a vibe, yeah, yeah)
That's a vibe (that's a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That's a vibe, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Yeah, that's a vibe
She wanna vibe
That's a vibe
This shit vibe, yeah, yeah
Late night
Oh it's a vibe
Let me slide
Oh it's a vibe, yeah, yeah
Dim the lights
Oh it's a vibe, yeah
Get high
It's a vibe, oh it's a vibe, yeah
[Verse 2]
It's a vibe
Don't you like?
Your pussy drippin'
Gushin', drippin' down your thighs
It's a vibe
Get high
Diggin' deep while I'm lookin' in your eyes
Vibe is the realest
I know you feel it (yah)
It's a vibe (vibe)
Different vibe
This my vibe, nigga
All the bitches like it
[Verse 3]
Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
And if you get paid, it's solely based on your performance (TRU)
My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
If you ain't got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
Now I said I'm from the corner of the ATL (yah)
Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)
Broke so many bales down that I'm shell shocked (bow)
I held Glocks, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
Got a vibe, make a yellow chick turn her neck (alright)
Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)
Got a vibe, make Italian want Versace (Versace)
Carbon copies get declined, I'm the pioneer
Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
Any volunteers?
Gas in a Ziploc, now that's loud and clear
This one outta here, this is our year
[Verse 4]
That's a vibe
That's a vibe
That's a vibe
Oh that's a vibe, yeah, yeah
That's a vibe
It's a vibe
It's a vibe
That's a vibe, yeah, yeah
It's a vibe
Am I your type?
Pussy tight
Maybe I'll spend the night, yeah, yeah
That's a vibe
Bust it, bust it wide
This the type of shit I like, yeah, yeah
That's a vibe
It's a vibe
That's a vibe
Oh it's a vibe, yeah, yeah
It's a vibe, yeah, yeah, yeah | It’s a Vibe | 2 Chainz |
[Intro]
Hey Jack, start that beat from the ti'nop
Yeah, Based on a T.R.U. Story, uh started from the trap now I rap (yeah) no matter where im at I got crack (crack)
[Chorus]
Started from the trap, now I rap
No matter where I'm at, I got crack
No matter where I'm at, I got crack
I got cr'nack, yeah, I got cr'nack
Got that cr'nack, yeah, I got cr'nack
Started from the trap, now I rap
No matter where I'm at, I got crack
[Verse 1]
Standing on them blocks, selling hi'nard
I be going dumb, I be going retard
With no regard for no br'noad
Pi'nark my car, bitch I'm from Collipi'nark
Southside, outside, and I'm ridin' round, I get it
And I look around, they took my style
Like mothafucka you trippin'
Let me slow it down 'fore I get a ticket
Nigga want a verse from me, it's gon' cost a chicken
Rearview mirror, shake it like a stripper ho
Car so big it got a stripper pole
I'm balling, ballin like a give and g'no
All I talk is crack, I can get the rico
[Verse 2]
Shawty got some real good P'nuss
If that shit stink, then she need to di'nush
No I'm not a killer but no p'nush
Get fucked, get slugged, bet you won't even get up
This us, 2 guns in my Adidas
I'm from the A, you a C+
You niggas can't even see us
Ear muffs from Neiman, Marcus
I'm like c'mon let's start this
Keep it real my deparment
Versace my garment, yeah
I don't give a fi'nuck
I don't give a fi'nuck
Make her suck my di'nick, till that bitch hiccup
And when she call my phi'none, I won't even pick up
[Verse 3]
Thousand eight grams in my b'nag
I be making jewels, work be moving f'nast
And you need to mind your fucking bi'naz
Get cash, get it fast, this a paper ti'nag
New car, you are not me forget it!
I got more hoes than four hoes
I had a foursome for Christmas!
Let me turn it down my baby mama listening
Extra garlic butter I got Benihana issues
Trigga finger itchin' like it's poison ivy
Going so hard Viagra trying to sign me
I might get an endorsement from baking soda
Catch me cooking crack trying to make a Rollie!
[Outro]
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack
All I talk is crack, I can get the RICO! | Crack | 2 Chainz |
[Intro]
I'ma tell you, I'ma tell you this right now
If you, if you woke up this mornin', nigga you winnin' for real
(Buddah Bless this beat)
[Verse 1]
I got a big amount, I took a different route
I am the pick of the litter
I was in juvy, they gave me community
I had to pick up some litter
I want it easy, please do not tease me
I wore my Yeezys to dinner
This is the season, I got the seasonin'
Don't make me sprinkle you niggas
I got my reasons, you wanna please me
Send me the pussy, not pictures
Met her this week and fucked her this evenin'
She turn a freak on the liquor
Yeah, I am a boss on these bitches
Yeah, I pour some Voss on these bitches
Yeah, I have no thoughts on these bitches
Yeah, rock double-cross on these bitches, yeah
Dearly departed, gather today
On some Prince shit
You know what they say
Me and my safe, got a friendship
Ten on me, thin weight, flip weight, gettin' paid
Gettin' laid
Bitch made, took off sick days
6 trey, 6-4 bounce, bitch, bounce
Hood nigga, favorite spot was the Waffle House
Patty melt with the hash browns
Tryna avoid all the pat-downs
Tryna avoid all the lame hoes
Weirdos in the background
Blackout when I back out
Blow the horn for a pedestrian
Shawty ride like an equestrian
I bought the dress that she in
Red bottoms in his and hers
Got a Rollie in his and hers
Got a car in his and hers
Walk in the zoo and say, "Pick a fur"
Last night was a blur to me
This mornin' I got two with me
I don't know what to do with me
Goin' ape like the zoo with me
Got a tool with the screw missin'
Two girls in the pool kissin'
Everywhere I go, the rod with me
'Cause these niggas actin' too fishy
[Interlude]
Fuck y'all niggas on, man?
Duffle bag forever
Just left V Live
Atlanta could never die as long as Tit alive
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Look, I got a big amount
I think I'm the biggest out
Got hits and I ain't even put 'em out
Lit and you can't even put it out
Got the Billboard melodies
Rap is somethin' I do on the side
Crossed over to the other side
And I didn't even have to die
Got the money and I never show it
Let a nigga try to play heroic
Michael Jackson talkin' to me in my dreams
And he say, "You bad and you know it"
Better shamone with my check then
I'm a J. Prince investment
Niggas love to talk reckless
Then see me like best friends
Got the sand-colored FN
And I've never seen the inside of a Marriott or a Westin
Five stars, nothin' less than
Fuck niggas on your payroll
And you let 'em know the safe code
And you knew him for a month though
But you call them niggas big bro
You could move in the Hidden Hills
And we still don't live by the same code
I'm respected everywhere I go
Nigga, long live Bankroll
Skip the rainbow, funny style shit
And it's straight to the pot of gold
Somebody, everybody know
6 God with the god flow
Yeah, yeah | Big Amount | 2 Chainz |
[Intro]
Let's play big bank take little bank
You are looking at a shark in a fish tank
When I'm in the kitchen, I make plenty cash
Tell shawty come here, she got plenty ass
[Chorus]
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I'm fronting on you niggas
[Verse 1]
First I pack back, Louis backpack
Where's Paris Hilton? Where's Kat Stacks?
I'm Rambo with this ammunition, my camo come from Tru Religion
Them broke hoes can't pay attention
Your cutie missing, New Edition
Mr. Telephone man, there's something wrong with my line
When I call my baby's number, I get a click every time
Every line is dope, you can snort it
Working in the pot, I can make it do aerobics
I'm haterphobic, they mad cause I'm winning
They busy high and catching, mad cause I'm pinching
All my bitches different, all my diamonds glistening
My weed so loud, everybody listen
They say it's for the birds, so I bought a kilo
My Boost Mobile chirping, it must be my amigo
[Verse 2]
2 Chainz, you fucking crazy, muhfuckas know, I'm fucking crazy
Fuck wrong with these bitches lately?
Bitches better get on they knees and praise me
Bitch, I rep that Rich Gang, where's Stunna? Where's Wayne?
That's red on my wristband, SB, Mack Maine
Tell Tyga, lookin' for this bitch called Blac Chyna
Take a nigga bitch in a hot flash, menopause hot flash
Yes, that's why I'm crowned queen
And I ain't lookin' for the prom king
These hoes' careers ain't promising
Killing these bitches, crime scene
Ohh, that's how a bitch do it
Fifty black trucks gonna follow when I pull up
This shit hit you in the chin, like a pull up
My door so cocky, my door so stuck up
Ohh, hop up out the space car
Bitches, stay pressed, I call them a space bar (Bar)
Man, I wish a bitch would
Hundred-thousand dollar engine, I wish a bitch could
[Chorus]
Yeah, I love them strippers (Yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (Yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (Yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (Yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back, back, I'm fronting on you niggas
Yeah, I love them strippers (Yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (Yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (Yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (Yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back, back, I'm fronting on you niggas
[Outro]
Wait I don't even think these niggas understood what the fuck I just said
I said, hundred-thousand dollar engine
I wish a bitch could, like the little engine that could, ya dig!
2 Chainz (Kyuh) | I Luv Dem Strippers | 2 Chainz |
[Intro]
Yuck daddy
Yuck daddy
[Verse 1]
Uh, cut the top off, call it Amber Rose
Just bought a big body, time to paint the toes
Known to act a donkey on the camel-toe
Then take the camel-toe and turn it into casserole
2 Chainz, talking on the FLX phone
Poof, just like that the whole check gone
Former Posturepedic I was slept on
So many chains on, it look like my neck gone
My girl came through and brought an extra body
Now that's an after party for the after party
Two-gun gang, all-black Ferrari
His and her Armani, put it in her tummy
And yeah, the bread good if the head good
Before Benihana's it was canned goods
Before canned goods it was Similac
I'm from where they send shots, then we send 'em back
A half a million dollars worth of crack money
Wrap your parents up, now you got a black mommy
Yeah, I did it, true to my religion
Two guns on me, both with extensions
If you on the pole, play your position
I got enough dough to pay your tuition
Corduroy Trues, with the skull cap
I just woke up, tell me where the drugs at
And after the drugs, where the girls at
And after the girls, where the love at
And if it ain't no love, I'm like fuck that
Nigga, I'm so dope, you could catch a fucking contact
[Chorus]
Good weed, bad bitch
Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt
Whoa, I seen it all before
The bitch got a man, but she scheming on the low, how it go?
It go, fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas
My homies got the blickers, automatics, no clickers
Hah, codeine, no liquor
Man, life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger
I'm fucked, let's fuck
She said she on her period, I said "Yuck"
I called another bopper, I beat it like a copper
Two big chains, one big chopper, bitch
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I got the chopper for the correspondents
The codeine got me standing horizontal
I had enough of the broken promises
So I'm in a room full of Pocahontases
And this shit is off the meat rack
Weed sack, big car, laying with my seat back
We next, we ain't never left, hollerin' we back
All this ice on me, and my niggas playing freeze tag
Lord, forgive me, this my fourth foreign
If your baby daddy lame, you should forewarn him
I come through with the yopper on
Turn that nigga into hot bologna
I'm the type a nigga cop a Rollie, cop a Benz, cop a tool
Then wear it all to church, nigga, halleluj'
Uh, I'm from the trap where the block'll pay you
Me and my nigga pass your ho like a hot potato
I be like, "You could get her", he be like, "You could get her"
I be like, "You could have her", he be like, "You could have her"
He be like, "It don't matter", I be like, "Me neither"
Uh, my old school got twenty-sixes on it
And I got you girl kissing on me, mwah!
[Outro]
Yuck daddy, yuck
Yuck daddy, yuck
Yuck-yuck-yuck daddy
Two big chains, one big chopper
Two big chains, one-one big chopper
Two-two big chains, one-one big chopper
Two big chains, one big chopper, bitch | Yuck! | 2 Chainz |
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Okay
Just try it again
[Verse 1]
When I woke up this morning (Morning), all I could think about was you (You, you, you)
'Cause when I went to sleep last night, all I could think about was you (You, you, you, you)
Adam and Eve, don't eat that fruit
Best believe I'ma eat that, boo
'Cause I'm the nigga that told them niggas that told them niggas 'bout you (You, you, you, you)
Chuck the deuce while I'm riding through (Yeah)
Tity Boi, I might sign a boob (Yeah)
Your nigga hating, tell your nigga that's hating that if he getting some paper, I might sign him too (Oh)
Best believe I'm just sliding through
Pull your panties to the side, let me slide through
I can see you niggas from the side view
I'm in and out the pussy, drive through (Oh)
White coupe with the white rims
I like to crank the top and let the light in
You know she dark skin, her friend light skin
Put us together and it's ice cream (Oh)
Sandwich it, she can't manage it
I know her man is sick, she can't handle it
She need some time alone, I told her, "Call my phone", and when she called my phone, I didn't answer it (Ow)
[Chorus]
K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (K.O.)
You wanna smoke 'til your niggas can't smoke no more (Ha)
Roll 'til your bitches can't roll no more
K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (Knock you down), K.O. (Knock you down)
You wanna pour 'til your niggas can't pour no more (Yeah)
Blow 'til your bitches can't blow no more (Ooh)
K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (Let me hit it), K.O. (Let me hit it), K.O. (Knock you down)
You wanna smoke 'til your niggas can't smoke no more (Ha)
Roll 'til your bitches can't roll no more (Ooh)
K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (Knock you down), K.O. (Let me hit it), K.O. (Let me hit it)
You wanna pour 'til your niggas can't pour no more (Yeah)
Blow 'til your bitches can't blow no more
[Interlude]
Do it
I was in Detroit, Michigan not too long ago, uh, visiting with some friends of mine
B-I-G
[Verse 2]
Okay, I'm in motion, I'm rolling and smoking
And smoking and rolling like I'm locomotion
I'm walking outside and I'm causing commotions
Got purp' and champagne, that's a real nigga potion
I'm burning bread, toasting and joking
'Cause I went from views of my mom's house to views of the ocean (Woah)
Niggas talk shit, but that's free promotion
I'm living my life like the end is approaching
Man, fuck these niggas with a passion (Okay)
I'm getting paid from the cradle to the casket (Do it)
My Grandma said, "Boy, you need to read a Bible chapter"
'Til I bought her ass a house bigger than the pastor's, Hallelujah ('Lujah)
You're now fucking with a bad bitch connoisseur ('Seur)
My ex-girl said, "Man, the fame caught up to you" (To you)
Baby, you don't still think about me (What you mean?)
Wet dream about me (What you mean?)
I swear you use to couldn't wait to K.O.
[Chorus]
K.O. (K.O., Boy), K.O. (K.O., B-I-G), K.O. (K.O., Boy), K.O. (K.O., Sean Don)
You wanna smoke 'til your niggas can't smoke no more (Ha, Yeah)
Roll 'til your bitches can't roll no more (Oh, yeah)
K.O. (K.O., K, K.O.), K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (Knock you down, K.O.), K.O. (Knock you down)
You wanna pour 'til your niggas can't pour no more (Yeah, Boy, boy, boy)
Blow 'til your bitches can't blow no more (Ooh)
K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (Let me hit it), K.O. (Let me hit it), K.O. (Knock you down)
You wanna smoke 'til your niggas can't smoke no more (Ha)
Roll 'til your bitches can't roll no more (Ooh)
K.O. (K.O., K.O.), K.O. (Knock you down), K.O. (Let me hit it), K.O. (Let me hit it)
You wanna pour 'til your niggas can't pour no more (Yeah)
Blow 'til your bitches can't blow no more (Oh, yeah)
[Outro]
Boy, boy, boy, boy | K.O. | 2 Chainz |
[Produced by Mannie Fresh]
[Chorus]
I still fuck 'em like I used to
I need to put that shit on YouTube
'Cause you know we got that dance floor crazy
Single ladies come and have my baby
I still fuck 'em like I used too
I need to put that shit on YouTube
'Cause you know we got that dance floor crazy
Hey, my nigga, come and grab your lady
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm the nigga, yeah, don't forget it, yeah
Gold Nefertiti, yeah, Lamborghini, yeah
Man in my city, yeah, they call me Tity, yeah
Bad bitch with me, yeah, she's sidity, yeah
Got her hair fixed, yeah, kinda thick, yeah
Shawty known to strip, yeah, for the rent, yeah
Tryna do a split, yeah, oh shit, yeah
Can you do a split, yeah? On a dick, yeah?
You can't do it with a dick in you
You can't do it like that with a dick in you, uh
You can't do it with a dick in you
You can’t do it like that with a dick in you, bitch!
[Verse 2]
Watch how I grab her, yeah, I'ma stab her, yeah
Put it in her bladder, yeah, don't compare me, yeah
Flyin' out to Cali, yeah, in my Ballys, yeah
We go to Miami, yeah, that my family, yeah
ATL my hood, yeah, understood, yeah
Shout out to New Orleans, yeah, it's all good, yeah
Watch how I do, yeah, I'm a fool, yeah
Shawty want that wood, yeah, that pussy good, yeah
Let me see you twerk it, let me see if you can twerk it
Let me see you twerk it, let me see if you can twerk it
Let me see you twerk it, let me see if you can twerk it
Let me see you twerk it, let me see if you can twerk it, bitch!
[Bridge]
Get low like this
Get low like this
Up, do it, up, shake it
Wipe, down, outfit
I get money like I used to
Chains on, I use two
Guns on me like I used to
I'll fuck ya ass on YouTube (a million views!) | Used 2 | 2 Chainz |
[Intro]
Mama, MAMA!
(Wha, What!)
You get that money out my pants last night?
(Boy! Naw I ain't get no money out yo pants! And quit yellin' at me!!)
Ain't nobody hollin' at you!
I had a dream that rap wouldn't work
I woke up on the block, had to hit it with the fork
Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork
Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork
Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
[Verse 1]
I got Medusa on my sneakers
My dick up like "nice to meet ya"
100K for a feature, hundred K's at my leisure
Then we aim at your people
I be higher than a eagle
When I'm sipping on that codeine
Free my nigga Sigel
Ridin' on a jet, headin' to that Costa
Soon as I land I be in that Testarossa
If I die tonight, you gon' see some flexin' ghostas
I'm the man in my city, same thing in South Dakota
Man I'm running up that check, show you how I do it
I drink red bitches, I don't drink Red Bulls
Man they tried to give me wings, but I already had some
I'm all that and then some, my trap house is my income
And it's booming
[Hook]
I had a dream, rap wouldn't work
Woke up on the block, hit it with the fork
Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork
Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork
Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
[Verse 2]
2 Chainz!
I'm ballin' like Mr. Clean
I gotta keep my kitchen clean
God bless me like I'm finna sneeze
Doctor weigh me on a triple beam
D-boy in parenthesis
All gold in my amenities
2 Chainz, two pinky rings
My trigger finger's like a lemon squeeze (Baow!)
Climax! Make your main ho my side-chick
I'm so high, your whore get hijacked
And my vision is Pyrex
I do it big like a 5X
Killed they ass with the eyepatch
I got bad bitches on my side
I done fucked around and got sidetracked
My first night, I spent five stacks
Next night I forgot to count
I'm so hot; who gon' put the fire out?
I'm the fireman, I put fire out
Got a pole in my basement
Tipped your girl like Maliah now
Ridin' on these motherfucka's until they blow my tires out, uh
[Bridge]
My wrist deserve a shout-out, I'm like "What up, wrist?"
My stove deserve a shout-out, I'm like "What up, stove?"
All this jewelry on then I'm out cold
So much money on me, it won't even fold! | Fork | 2 Chainz |
[Chorus]
Thank God for the first nigga to start trapping
Thank God for the first nigga to start rapping
Thank God for the first girl to start stripping
And I'ma have to keep it muh'fuckin' real with 'em
I got a problem, with these niggas
I got a problem, with these bitches
Trigger finger, keep itchin'
Well I'll pull it, I'll do it, yeah
[Verse 1]
Yeah! Hang up on a bitch, call it crucified
Time to go to work, no suit and tie
Bumpin' Makaveli, I be trappin' out the telly
My nigga did a dime and he back already
Got that sack already, man we got them racks already
As far as your girl, I hit it from the back already
I tried to get a tan, but I'm black already
Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already
Three niggas with me, me myself and I
God don't like ugly, you should testify
My T-shirt come from Bergdorf
I make so much on a verse I take the third off
Bird call, swerve off
Bust a nut on her, tell her that's a load off
Shorty ass soft, like a Nerf ball
If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga, fuck y'all
[Verse 2]
Drank in my cup holder, hope this shit don't spill
Pull up in the new edition and that's word to Johnny Gill
How I come up with this shit and all these verses that I kill?
I have no imagination, everything I do for real
Bitch I'm camouflaged, down put your camera phone down
If she got a ass and the girl a fan, it's going down
I'ma fuck you like I've been waiting a century for it
Give the pussy up and I'll trade you the memory for it
In the bedroom forever, that's what her roommate will tell you
Man I just hear this shit and think about what Tunechi will tell you
He might call up Patricia, she 'bout to call up Melissa
Tell 'em come to the cribbo and do them both, double dribble
I'm colder than a hospital, she love the dick that I give her
Hit her from the front, back, side, twist her like cigarillos
I put the gun to the pillow, I don't want blood on my clothes
Gotta keep that Trukfit fresh, shoutout to all of my hoes
(Tunechi) That's just how my OG would sum it up
I been working all winter just to fuck the summer up
It's just me and 2 Chainz, but the chain's never tucked though
If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga fuck y'all
[Verse 3]
Well, if you know like I know, that pussy pop like pyro
And she know I'm a pothead, that pussy like a pothole
I’m colder than a snotnose, man all these hoes is my hoes
And if she bougie, fuck her once then leave her hanging, dry clothes
I just built a cemetery, niggas dying to get in
Niggas lying, they pretend, don’t cross that line, it's paper thin
High as a star, make a wish, I’m a shark, I ate the fish
I got no heart, I hate that bitch
You hate that bitch? Well I hate that bitch
Will jump a nigga like a chessboard
Do a drive by while you riding on your skateboard, uh
They ain't even know it
Have Drake sing a song just to get her pussy wet
Then I take her to the crib, man, fuck that bitch right on the step
Put it in and take it back out, then I back out
Hair-Hair Weave Killer known to snatch the fucking track out
Put me in the ga-game coach, I'm the antidote
Pull up, kick, throw and take the money, and the dope
True, 2 Chainz, I'm on a plane, and a boat
I am so cold, I need a cover, and a coat
Kick it at the mall, call it football
If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga, fuck y'all
[Outro]
(Y'all ready? 1, 2, 3)
Right now it's me time
(A little time for myself y'all) Me time
(Oh yeah) Right now it's me time
(Don't want no one else now) Me time
Bitch please don't call my phone (don't call my phone)
Said I wanna be left alone (be left alone)
Please, please don't stop by my home (stop by my home)
No, no cause I feel it's just a matter of time
'Til you people make me lose my mind
I'm 'bout to leave this world behind, yeah, yeah
Right now it's me time
(You need to go kick rocks now) Me time | I Do It | 2 Chainz |
[Part 1]
[Verse 1]
.454, I pull up on niggas, I tell 'em lets get it
Niggas they talkin' on Twitter, you niggas you know you gon get it
Benjamin Franklin, niggas know that I keep it 100
Got me a new clip for my .223 and that bitch hold a hundred
I'm still in the hood, I got me a check and I don't want no Nike's
Bitches, they suckin', and fuckin', they do everything except bite it
I can go slow like an old man, I can go fast like I got nitrous
Spent 20 racks for my brother's appeal and I ain't talkin' no Vicodin
Over 1 mil in this room, bitch, I kinda sound like a Pisces
Lil bitch you know I'm the bomb and 2 Chainz the light, no lightnin'
Wow, these bitches excited, me and Thugger, we 'bout to start up a riot
I ain't got no pussy all week, I'm on that "bitch, suck my dick" diet
[Chorus]
Monica, come home to me, yea come home to me my dear
Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser
Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser
Teresea, I'm tired of lookin' bae, I'm into you, your rear
Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser
Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser
[Verse 2]
Ain't nothin' special man, I sold it all yester'
Pull in Phipps Plaza in a motherfuckin' Tesla
Ain't no pressure when you got a little extra
Put them beams on your face, have 'em lookin' like freckles
Dammit man, I do not know Tar but I'm having Xan's
My bitch pussy wet like it's wetting rain
This bitch clap on me while I clap at mans, woah
Got Balenciaga's I ain't even wore yet
Half a pound of gas I ain't smoke yet
Traphouse filled up with Ziploc
Use to get my living room suite from Big Lots
In a strip club with some flip-flops
Thought it's the time, baby it's not
Got a lotta windows on my crib, nigga
Bout to put that motherfucker in a tint shop
[Part 2]
[Interlude]
Who killed little boy, who killed little boy?
Rat infested hallways, no escape, no escape
From misery, no way out from that hell
[Verse]
I'm bout to give these niggas what they ask for
I used to have to argue with my land lord
Yea, my nickname is Tity Boi
Bitch gotta have at least a handful
All my cribs came with a damn pool
Used to stash work in my camel
Young 6'5" with the handle
If you don't watch Atlanta then you need to turn the channel
See I pull up in this bitch in a Phantom
Front grill looking like it's dancin' (it is)
Put some stacks on your head little boy (lil boy)
Yeah they 'bout to call you the grandson (lil boy)
Pussy nigga gonna need a tampon (lil boy)
Put rifle bullets in a handgun (lil boy)
Keep a bankroll on me, nigga
By the time I eat some bacon I got bands on
All my cars I done put rims on 'em
I done touched down, no end zone
All that bitch do is run her mouth, nigga
On the right but that bitch got a Sprint phone (hello?)
Man she got about 100 acres
Enough yard for me to put a couple Benz's on
And I just pop me a perc
I might fuck that bitch with my Timbs on
(Truuuuuu) | Dresser (Lil Boy) | 2 Chainz |
[Chorus]
50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I've been drinkin' codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs
[Verse 1]
My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I'm offended
I called, she ain't pick up, I text her back, bitch you stingy
I'm in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza
Walk in the traphouse, use my Cartiers for credentials (God damn!)
I'm going wildebeest, all on my enemies
Negative energy, I could do anything, I got the guillotine
Off with they head
Known to pull off and get head
Drippin so much sauce on your bitch look like she wettin' the bed
I could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh!
I am still gettin' this bread, bought her a Birkin bag uh uh!
Everyone look at the tag, I do the digital dash uh uh!
I can do more than just brag, I can back it up UH UH!
[Verse 2]
Blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids
10 racks on me that's mall money
I just bought a Lamb Ima crawl on it
Get on top, she act a dog with it
I'm on this drink need to slow down
Racks in back it won't slow down
You had a sack but it's gone now
Safari diamond, money long now
Better wake up, smell the coffee
Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
You was my mans but you lost me
Poppin xans, I'm exhausted
Cookie smellin like a mosh pit
Pop a perk, kinda nauseous
50 pointer, shit colossus
Hey, With this money I could stay up and survive
We go live, smoke this dope and ride
We too fly, bad bitches in the archive
Oh so high, money make me so high
[Verse 3]
I'm havin blue cheese
And I'ma get it by any means
Flexing on niggas like Hercules
Fucking on bitches with double D's
I met the plug, got 100 keys
Give me that block and I gotta seize
These niggas sick of me, wanna get rid of me
I'm at the top and they under me
I hit the lot and don't ask for the tag
Racks in my pockets, they lookin like kneepads
Flex in my Off Whites with Benjamin Franklin
Put the rest of that blue cheese in the bag
My life I'm livin it fast
One thing I cannot do is go out sad
They know me but don't know my past
And if you know me you know I'm about my cash
The Nawfside, call it Baghdad, make a nigga 40 yard dash
The Nawfside, where the bags at, I was breakin my wrist in the glass (Whippin it!)
Smoking on Barry Bonds in the Huracan, spinning work like I'm Taz
Migos and Chainz in the city, go to your girl car
Had to bring out that bag
[Chorus]
50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I've been drinkin' codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I've been drinkin' codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs
[Bridge]
When you wake up in the morning
When you wake up in the morning
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
(Uhh, uhh)
[Outro]
Boy, my uncle 12 shawty
I had to take my uncle to school this morning shawty
And he got suspended
'Cause he smelled like weed when he got there | Blue Cheese | 2 Chainz |
[Verse 1]
I keep my hoes in check, you buy Nike for yours
Say they want that loud, I'mma bring that noise
Check my watch on a flight, yeah, I call that airtime
Murk 'em in the middle of the street, that gon' be his deadline
Yeah, you gon' respect mine, got a body on my Tec-9
Say you nobody 'till somebody gon' body you, flatline
Pocket full of dead guys and you know I'm anti
Anti-social, anti-lame, but ain't I cool nigga, ain't I?
You looking at a star that's spaced out
Trying to take my style then take off
I go to work with no days off, everything all paid off
Shawty pussy hair shaved off and she did it just for me, nigga
Would skip you like a spacebar, but I much rather delete niggas
[Chorus]
I been getting money, where the fuck you been?
I been getting money, where the fuck you been?
I been getting money, where the fuck you been?
I been getting money, where the fuck you been?
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in
I been getting to the money, where the fuck you been?
[Verse 2]
Gucci hat (Gucci hat), Gucci belt
If you wrote a autobiography, you'd have to sue yourself
Yo' lying ass, codeine in my wine glass
I know you had a wild past, I ain't fucked you in a while with yo' wild ass
I get high and I fly past, I don't know nothing 'bout iChat
I'm working this iPhone, they need an app called iTrap
I trap, shining like a night lamp
I just hit my girlfriend and asked her where her wife at
White cup, white hat, laying on a white couch
Got that presidential in a residential white house
Nigga saying "who?" (who) like a white owl
You can see me shinin' (shinin') with the light out, come on
[Chorus]
I been getting money, where the fuck you been?
I been getting money, where the fuck you been?
I been getting money, where the fuck you been?
I been getting money, where the fuck you been?
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in
I been getting to the money, where the fuck you been?
{Verse 3: Cap-1}
Turn five to a ten to a twenty to fifty
To hundred, my niggas get money, I want it
Ride through the city, my niggas got choppers
My bitch, she's so pretty, that's my Pocahontas
Everything on me, I shine like a trophy
Run up a check while they watch out for police
Versace my pinky, a brick on my Rollie
That Cali Ferrari, I'm feeling like Kobe
T-R-U, that's to the death of me, nigga
Killers on the right and left of me, nigga
My destiny, nigga, to get all this money
I can't, I can't share that whole recipe with ya
My nigga told me "Get 'em, get it?" I got 'em
Stand on that couch and just drink out the bottle
That .40 got hollows, that bitch, she gon' swallow
Get to that money, I'm King of Chicago
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in
Bought that Benz just to fuck your friends
Giuseppe's 900 with the gold bars
Everything about me raw like a dope charge | Where U Been | 2 Chainz |
[Intro]
2 Chainz (Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
Yeah, VIP my squad (Yeah), drop off all the gang (Yeah)
VIP the lane (Skrrt), VIP the chain (Squad)
VIP my squad (Yeah, squad), drop off all the gang (Yeah)
VIP the lane (Skrrt, yeah), VIP the chain
[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, baller alert
Lil biddy bitch I don't call her alert (Brrrrp)
Uh, yeah, follow alert
Go get the fire when I'm callin' 'em merked
Uh, yeah, profit come first
I whip the baby, the baby gon' burp (Whip it)
Uh, yeah, I bought a 'Claren (Woo)
I bought a 'Claren, didn't wanna buy verts, uh
This shit bigger than you (hey), I'm takin' on a new path (Uh)
Making them bricks take a bath (Woo)
Lil biddy bitch, do the math (Yeah)
Lil nigga, who are you? (Who you, yeah)
Must be bulletproof (Brrrp)
This shit bigger than you (It big)
This shit bigger than you
[Verse 1]
Chain so big, should have came with a kick stand
Fuck with me, I got a retainer on a hit man (bop)
Barely came up out the mud like quicksand (barely)
I show you how to get millions, nigga, that's a mil plan, now
Uh, yeah, ring the alarm, Cartier bracelets on all of my arms
Uh, yeah, halo my son, in the wheelchair, and I still perform (uh)
I don't make excuses, you know that I'm hungry, I still got the juice (uh)
You set it off like Cleo, I set it off like Boosie
[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, baller alert
Lil biddy bitch I don't call her alert (brrrrp)
Uh, yeah, follow alert
Go get the fire when I'm callin' 'em merked
Uh, yeah, profit come first
I whip the baby, the baby gon' burp (whip it)
Uh, yeah, I bought a 'Claren (woo)
I bought a 'Claren, didn't wanna buy verts, uh
This shit bigger than you (hey)
I'm takin' on a new path (uh)
Making the bricks take a bath (woo)
Lil biddy bitch, do the math (yeah)
Lil nigga, who are you? (who you?)
Must be bulletproof (brrrp) (bye)
This shit bigger than you (it big)
This shit bigger than you
[Verse 2]
Young champagne checkin' in, man, Tity Boi shit ringin' off
'Member I was on pre-paid, I would act like my shit was ringin' off
'Member shorty told me she thought the raps good but the singing's off
Watch on Young Dro now, man, boi-oing shit blingin' off
Where the racks at? (Racks)
All I know is they keep comin' to me like a flashback, nigga, what? (What?)
Half a million out in Vegas, it ain't no blackjack, nigga, naw (Naw)
Quavo Sinatra, but we could never be the Rat Pack, nigga, naw
[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, baller alert
Lil biddy bitch I don't call her alert (Brrrrp)
Uh, yeah, follow alert
Go get the fire when I'm callin' 'em merked
Uh, yeah, profit come first
I whip the baby, the baby gon' birth (Whip it)
Uh, yeah, I bought a 'Claren (Woo)
I bought a 'Claren, didn't wanna buy verts, uh
This shit bigger than you (Hey)
I'm takin' on a new path (Uh)
Making the bricks take a bath (Woo)
Lil biddy bitch, do the math (Yeah, tell 'em)
Lil nigga, who are you? (Who you?)
Must be bulletproof (Brrrp, bye)
This shit bigger than you (It big)
This shit bigger than you
[Verse 3]
Touchscreen on my cars, vintage one to two
I just bought a watch that's plain like a Dickie suit (Plain)
I sip some red wine, and chased it with the '42
They asked me what I call millions, comin' soon
Yeah (Yeah), I just cashed out (Uh)
Ain't got time for a beef, I'm a cash cow (Tell 'em)
When I was in juvie, I made 'em back out (Back that ass up)
It was 400 degrees, you would have passed out (Ooh)
[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, baller alert
Lil biddy bitch I don't call her alert (Brrrrp)
Uh, yeah, follow alert
Go get the fire when I'm callin' 'em merked (Yeaaaah)
Uh, yeah, profit come first
I whip the baby, the baby gon' birth (Whip it)
Uh, yeah, I bought a 'Claren (Woo)
I bought a 'Claren, didn't wanna buy verts, uh
This shit bigger than you (Hey)
I'm takin' on a new path (Uh)
Making the bricks take a bath (Woo)
Lil biddy bitch, do the math (Yeah)
Lil nigga, who are you? (Who you?)
Must be bulletproof (Brrrp) (Bye)
This shit bigger than you (It big)
This shit bigger than you
[Outro]
VIP my squad (Yeah), drop off all the gang (Yeah)
VIP the lane (Skrrt), VIP the chain (Squad)
VIP my squad (Yeah, yeah), drop off all the gang (Yeah)
VIP the lane (Skrrt), VIP the chain | Bigger Than You | 2 Chainz |
[Intro]
3 Chainz, oww
[Verse 1]
Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards
And skate off after, engage in laughter 'bout what just happened
Fingers in napkins get sent to mammies, is that too graphic?
Catch you in traffic, you sitting Daffy like stealing candy
My ceiling’s absent, my wheels are massive, my friends assassins
All of us bastards, our mothers queens and our women dancers
My rivers rapid, my fins are splashin’, my gills are flappin’
I bit some matches then sipped some gas and went kiss a dragon
[Verse 2]
I’m really rappin’, no finger snappin’, I’m pistol packin’
Y’all niggas slippin’, my swag is drippin’, so here’s a napkin
What’s really happnin’? Verbal attackin’, I’m showing passion
Know what I mean, see I’m the king like I’m from Akron
I’m going overboard, somebody call the captain
And when it come to getting checks, I always want the fat ones
I’m so high I can sing to a chandelier
My flow a glass of Ace of Spade and yours a can of beer
[Verse 3]
Too many bitches, too many blunts, too many buttons
Not enough bullets, them niggas buggin’, the SWAT is comin’
AK on shoulder, no shoulder shruggin', aim at ya nugget
My weed sticky like acupuncture and magnets, honey
Knock on the side door three times and have your money
Or get to steppin' like Kappas stompin', I'll slap a junkie
I’m having lunch with Italian Sonny, don’t ask the subject
Lord, why you took Rabbit from me? He say, "Don't ask me nothing"
Too many bodies, too many bangers, too many bundles
Not enough bullets, these niggas buggin', I heard they stung you
It’s gon' be trouble, we come through and catch you while you cuddle
Them shotgun barrels like tunnels nigga, don't even mumble
[Verse 4]
I’m back to ballin', I'm in the back full of magnums only
Pull on the scene and I fuck your queen playing Pastor Troy
Our weed ready, turkey spaghetti and caster oil
That's codeine, turn your guillotine to a fashion show
In four minutes I'll turn this into forensics
In a foreign car with a foreign broad that’s long winded
Paper long and you taking long, you just don't get it
Hung the phone up on Satan, told me he want a song with me
Hotter than Mississippi in summer of 1950s
In a van full of some niggas and white bitches
Get pulled over for swervin’ like, "Hi, officer"
When he ask me why I was swerving, "I’m high, officer"
[Hook]
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
[Verse 5]
Got a mansion, a condo, a cabin, I sleep in my Phantom
So high dancing with the stars to the Star Spangled Banner
I change your channel, I change your pattern, I ring your Saturn
I bang your madam, she get on top and I shake the ladder
I make her straddle then gather and calculate the data
I listen up for the snakes or the baby rattle
I play the shadows, don’t play no games, I straight get at ‘em
I’m on the chronic all day like it’s my favorite album
[Verse 6]
A plate of salmon, the Cayman Islands, a stripper dancer
If I don’t get the car first, I’ll have a temper tantrum
I’m innovative, I demonstrated, this nickle plated
I don’t care if you owe me a nick, nigga you need to pay me
I kiss ya lady, eat her pussy then kiss the baby
Get situated, get keys off table then leave her 80
I really made it, get it maid, Schwarzenegger
Won’t wrestle niggas, I spatula all you action figures
[Verse 7]
I’m so high the blunt feel like a dumbbell
These niggas tiny like a spider on a Spud Webb
I got some upscale cocaine on my thumbnail
I feed it to my fun girls, they say fuck yeah
[Verse 8]
I’m doing this shit like whatever
When I go I’mma leave for the better
I told her you dig like a shovel
I want a Ferrari in yellow
Just so I can match all my yellow bitches
I been a playa since elementary
I got more bars than a penitentiary
I got a clip that hang several inches | Bounce | 2 Chainz |
[Verse 1]
I'm gonna cause pandemonium
Pick up the paper, custodian
This how Prince met Apollonia
Tryna fill up California kings
Hydrocodeine with the Visine
Master bedroom on the right wing
This a Philippe not a Breitling
Fuck her to sleep, she had pipe dreams
Yeah, this is the king of the trap
Yeah, I pull it straight out the hat
Yeah, everyone better take cover
Yeah, got rappers under attack
Uh, my daughters inherit arrogance
And they intelligent, that's a fact
Bought me a car February 1st
You already know it was black on black
I cover my scars with the tats on tats
You better back back, rat-tat-tat-tat-tat
I pass you a joint, better pass it back
I went to Montgomery, with packs on back
Sent her to the store for some plastic bags
Sent her to the store for some rubber bands
I started pitching so easy
I throw the work to you underhand
Underworld, underground, underline
I'm underdog and you under mine
This here ain't no once upon a time
This really happened for real
Can't even trust our own government
Aw man fuck all that humble shit
Mumbling
Man fuck all that mumble shit
[Chorus]
Realize
A lot of these niggas tell real lies
They not about shit in real life
And thats something that I had to realize (Realize)
I had to reco-reco-recogni-i-ize it
(reco-reco-recogni-i-ize)
They see me winning and now they dont liiike it
(Yeah, I know they dont like it)
Act like they love me, but hate me in pri-i-vate
I had to reco-reco-recogni-i-ize it
[Verse 2]
Yo
I went and copped a ring
I call this rock, Dwayne
Johnson, stop the playin'
Man, I cannot complain
I left my shades in Atlanta so I told my pilot to stop the plane
He bust a U in the air
She say she doin' it, where?
She wanna sit in my chair
But she could never be my heir
Checks, clear, Bible, swear
They ain't buggin', I go off
Asahd Khaled with the cloth
Dwayne Carter of the north
Dwayne Wade in the fourth
New dream house for mommy
Keep 'Caiah in Armani
Putting my nieces through college
This for Kellise and Imani
Look at these niggas I put on
All of these niggas I'm good on
My own two, what I stood on
That's why their necks what I'm keepin' my foot on
I've been winning 8 years consistently, at least respect it
Papoose wrote a Ether record
But I broke Aretha record
See this is chess, not checkers
You can not check the checkers
Did Nas clear that "Ether" record?
Nah, but I broke Aretha record
[Chorus]
Realize
A lot of these niggas tell real lies
They not about shit in real life
And thats something that I had to realize (Realize)
I had to reco-reco-recogni-i-ize it
(reco-reco-recogn-i-ize)
They see me winning and now they dont liiike it
(Yeah, I know they dont like it)
Act like they love me, but hate me in pri-i-vate
I had to reco-reco-recogn-i-ize it | Realize | 2 Chainz |
[Intro]
Yeah, do it for the hood, nigga, rep
Yeah, Soufside with an F 'cause I'm fresh
Do it for the hood, nigga, rep
Soufside with an F 'cause I'm fresh
Tryna make my momma proud, uh
I ain't tryna let my momma down (yah)
I'm just tryna make my momma proud, uh
I ain't fuckin' 'round with you (uh, uh, uh)
[Verse 1]
T.R.U. University, I pull it up and murk a beat
Momma house was filled up with bags of Hercules (strong)
Soon as I finished pissin', I put the seat down
Or my momma'd be cussin' my damn ass out
Only child, no siblings, no besties
I couldn't do nothin' right like a lefty (woo)
Bought my momma's first house with the juug money (alright)
Bought my momma's second house with the club money (show)
Me and momma used to trap out the same house (same house)
Used to eat and go to sleep on the same couch (same couch)
Me and momma got busted at the same time (same time)
Went to court and told judge the damn same lies (same lies)
I can tell momma proud of her only son
2 Chainz, I have always worn more than one
Yeah I'm real, I'm ill, you know, you gotta feel
You poppin' pills, I'm rarer than two dollar bills
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm just tryna make my momma proud (make my momma proud, yeah)
I ain't tryna let my momma down (down, down, down)
Yeah, I'm just tryna make my momma proud, yeah (proud, yeah)
I ain't tryna let my momma down (down, down, down)
Yeah, momma ain't raise no ho, one more time
Yeah, my momma ain't raise no ho
Yeah, yeah, yeah, momma ain't raise no ho
Yeah, yeah, momma ain't raise no ho
[Verse 2]
4Hunnid! My momma ain't raise no ho (no ho)
'Cause my momma ain't no ho (no ho)
My momma ain't raise no ho (no ho)
Drop a pin and in ten we at your door, nigga
Ho bitches gettin' fucked on the floor
They cold-hearted so you gotta do 'em cold
These hoes and my momma can't get along (why?)
'Cause my momma ain't no ho
I was runnin' up a check with the homies on the disk
I was fuckin' up the pork, I ain't ever do the feds
Got some YGs from the gang, they'll do you for a check
And you know I'm gang gang 'cause that's the only thing I rep
Ayy, momma
When I leave the house it's for them dollars
You are the reason I bought that choppa
'Cause I know you wanna see me come home proper
Soon as I get right I said I gotcha then I gotcha
4Hunnid!
[Verse 3]
Momma taught me how to get that bankroll (momma)
Yeah, vault up in my loft in case the bank closed (vault, yeah)
Momma ain't have it all, we wore the same clothes (have it all)
I kicked the door, I kicked the door, I risked it all for dough (kicked the door)
I found that .44, it turned me to an animal (4, 4)
Got that wide load, niggas wasn't even compatible (wide load)
Choppa firin', it soundin' just like a rattler
.223 caliber, you ain't in my caliber (oh, oh)
Momma told me pray 'cause they'll keep givin' me these bucks (bucks)
Sit on that G6, I'm flyin' high, Aladdin on the rug (momma)
I put Goyard on my momma (Goyard)
Every nigga, not cha partner, son, when you come up (come up)
All them bitches in your face, son, they are piranhas
Stay up out the way, but beat him if he run up (run up)
Mike Jack in his prime with Madonna
I'm just tryna bring her to my momma (momma)
[Outro]
Do it for the hood, nigga, rep
Southside with an F 'cause I'm fresh
Do it for the hood, nigga, rep
Southside with an F 'cause I'm fresh | PROUD | 2 Chainz |
[Hook]
I'm like a quarterback, watch me hand it off
Drop the work in the pot, watch it cannonball
I done seen 'em ball, I done seen 'em fall
Rest in peace to my nigga, you da realest, dawg
You da realest, dawg, you, you da realest, dawg
You da realest, dawg, you, you da realest, dawg
You da realest, dawg, you, you da realest, dawg
You da realest, dawg, you, you da realest, dawg
[Verse 1]
You the realest, ain't no gimmicks, I got illness
If this rap game is my building, I got tenants, I got tenants
I got "gettin' it" in my spirit, I'm winning to the end
And I just made me some millions and this only the beginning
Rest in peace to all my niggas, they died while they was servin'
Rest in peace to all the soldiers that died in the service
I dive in her cervix, chickens, no Church's
Never seen a man cry 'til you seen a man die: closed curtain
Closed casket, blasted, breathe again, Braxton
Heart filled with passion, neck filled with mansions
Nonchalant and sarcastic, my bank roll gigantic
School of hard knocks, I am the man on this campus
[Verse 2]
I can't explain it, how I'm getting to the payments
Rest in peace to my nigga, God bless all his babies
And he gettin' so much money, I know this shit sound crazy
But he coulda retired and he was born in the 80's
And my hair look I'm from Haiti, haters say I act funny
I'm on my baby, I'm about my cash money
I'm tryna get meals like I'm past hungry
Got two or three "Rest In Peace" tats on me
What's really real? Just left the dealership
Pull your girl off my car, that's that whip appeal
I'm 'bout to milk the game, Enfamil
Hit the girl with my two's, Benadryl | U Da Realest | 2 Chainz |
[Intro]
I love you
Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah
For so many reasons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do), yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (A lot)
[Chorus]
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you fuckin around with these thots? (A lot)
[Verse 1]
Every day that I'm alive, I’ma ride with the stick
I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch
But I'm 21 4L, ain’t no way I'ma switch
[Interlude]
Break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
[Verse 2]
Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
My heart so cold I could put it in my cup
Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us
Then you went and wrote a statement, and that really fucked me up
My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast
My brother got life and it turned me to the streets
I been through the storm and it turned me to a G
But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats
[Chorus]
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you?
Fuck around with these thots (A lot)
[Interlude]
Break it on down, I break it on down
I break it on down, I break it on down
Yeah, I just came from the A
I drove back home, six-hour drive, six-and-a-half
Before I left, I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand-up nigga, I love seein' shit like that
[Verse 3]
Question
How many faking they streams? (A lot)
Getting they plays from machines? (A lot)
I can see behind the smoke and mirrors
Niggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm)
I never say anything (Nah), everybody got they thing (True)
Some niggas make millions, other niggas make memes (Hmm)
I'm on a money routine
I don't want smoke, I want cream
I don't want no more comparisons
This is a marathon and I’m aware
I been playing it back from a lack of promotions
I never was one for the bragging and boasting
I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself, but the people want everything else
Okay, no problem, I’ll show up on everyone album
You know what the outcome will be
I'm batting a thousand
It’s got to the point that these rappers don't even like rappin' with me
Fuck it 'cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me
And told me he saved me a spot on a new record he got
He call it "a lot," I open my book and I jot
Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot
I picture him inside a cell on a cot
’Flectin' on how he made it to the top
Wondering if it was worth it or not
I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot
Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga
Though I never met you, I know that you special
And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my nigga
Dennis Smith, Jr., stay solid, my nigga
I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it
I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship
When they thought that I wasn't gon' pan out, I got a plan
They say that success is the greatest revenge, tell all your friends
Cole on a mission, cementin' the spot as the greatest that did it
Before it all ends, nigga
[Outro]
Break it on down, I break it on down
I break it on down, I break it on down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it on down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down, I br- | a lot | 21 Savage |
[Intro]
Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, ow, ow
Wow, wow, wow, ah, ow, ow, ow
[Verse 1]
I buy a new car for the bitch (For real)
I tear down the mall with the bitch (For real)
You can't even talk to the bitch (No)
She fucking with bosses and shit (On God)
I pull up in 'Raris and shit (Skrrt)
With choppers and Harleys and shit (For real)
I be Gucci'd down (Gucci)
You wearing Lacoste and shit (Bitch)
Yeah, Moncler, yuh, fur came off a bear, yuh (Yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yuh (In jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yuh (On God)
Got 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy (Bling)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Ching)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (Fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties
Seventy-five hundred on a Saint Laurent jacket (Yeah)
Bitch, be careful when you dumpin' your ashes (Bitch)
I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action (Nah)
The skreets raised me (Wild), I'm a whole bastard (Wild, wild, wild)
I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster (Skrrt)
Niggas tryna copy me, they playin' catch up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma
[Chorus]
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 M's in my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account (On God)
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (Fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down (On God)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, dog (Yeah; huh), nah, for real, dog (21)
Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (Wet)
Wanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (Wet)
Killed dog, I'm a real dog (21), you a lil' dog (21)
Bill dog, want a bil', dog, chasin' mills, dog (Yeah)
Dunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dog (Wet)
Plus I shoot like Reggie Mill', dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog (Fast)
[Verse 3]
Ruler clip, sent a ruler hit
Pull up on your bitch, she say that I got a ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shit
Glock cocked now, I don't really give no fuck 'bout who I hit
Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me, keep that Siggy with me
Bitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case a nigga wanna get busy with me
'Rari matte black, and I got a Bentley with me
[Outro]
Seventy-five hundred on a Saint Laurent jacket
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes
I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action
The streets raised me, I'm a whole bastard | Bank Account | 21 Savage |
[Intro]
Ten bad bitches in a mansion
Wrist on Milly Rock, them diamonds on me dancin'
When you workin' hard, then your money start expandin'
I got model bitches wanna lick me like some candy
And them drugs come in handy
Last name Savage, bitch, but no, I'm not Randy
Hit her with no condom, had to make her eat a Plan B
And I'm sippin' on that codeine, not Brandy (21)
[Chorus]
Hah, hah, I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch (Hah, hah, hah, hah, hold up)
I was just flexin' on my ex-bitch (Hold up, hah, hah, ha)
Hold up, I was just stuntin' on my ex-bitch (Hold up)
Hold up (Hold up, hold up, hold up) I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch (21, 21, 21)
Fuck a wedding ring, I bought a necklace (21, 21)
Diamonds got the flu, try not to catch this (21, 21)
I left that ho alone 'cause she was ratchet (Hah, woah, woah)
All these bitches salty, they can't stand me (Hah, woah)
[Verse 1]
Flexin' on that bitch, hold up (Flexin' on that bitch, hah)
Bought a necklace on that bitch, hold up (21, 21)
Her friend gon' lick me like a fruit, roll up (Roll, up, roll up)
She in her feelings on the 'Gram, grow up (Savage)
21, flexin' on that bitch, hold up (Hold up)
I ain't textin' back that bitch, hold up (No way, no way)
I ain't stressin' 'bout that bitch, hold up (Savage)
21 gon' get the stick, hold up
Hold up, hold up, bitch, I like to ball (Like to ball)
Hold up, hold up, without no weave, you bald
Hold up (Bitch), bitch, I spent your rent inside the mall (21, 21)
Hold up, she got a nigga, but he broke, she lost (Savage)
Hold up, at this private location
Hold up (Hold up), put her back in rotation (Woo)
Hold up, bitches on me, immigration
Hold up, goin' through the translations
[Chorus]
Hah, hah, I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch (Hah, hah, hah, hah, hold up)
I was just flexin' on my ex-bitch (Hold up, hah, 21)
Hold up, I was just stuntin' on my ex-bitch (Hold up, hold up)
Hold up (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, nigga) I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch (21, 21, 21)
Fuck a wedding ring, I bought a necklace (21, 21, 21)
Diamonds got the flu, try not to catch this (21, 21)
I left that ho alone 'cause she was ratchet (Hah, hah, hah)
All these bitches salty, they can't stand me (Woo, hah, woah)
[Verse 2]
Hold up (Hold up), bitch, my Rolex on fleek (On fleek)
Hold up, bitch, my diamonds on fleek (Bling, blaow)
Hold up, I got gold on my teeth (Hold up, on my teeth, teeth)
Hold up, you got Rainbow on your feet? (Broke bitch, Savage)
Hold up, corny niggas don't impress me
Hold up, never let a bitch dress me
Hold up, can't no motherfuckin' judge check me
Hold up, I don't give a fuck about no ring (Yeah)
Hold up, money make my old bitches hate me
Hold up (Hold up), bitch, you still stay on Section 8 (Broke bitch)
Hold up, my new bitch wetter than a lake (Wet as fuck)
Hold up, and she love to let me paint her face (21)
Hold up, fell in love with some good throat
Hold up, fell in love with some good throat
Hold up, ripped them confidential papers up
Hold up, you done made me wake my savage up (21, 21, hold up, yeah)
[Chorus]
Hah, hah, I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch (Hah, hah, hah, hah, hold up)
I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch (Hold up, hah, 21)
Hold up, I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch (Hold up, hold up)
Hold up (Hold up, hold up, hold up), I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch (21, 21, 21, Savage)
Fuck a wedding ring, I bought a necklace (21, 21)
Diamonds got the flu, try not to catch this (21, 21)
I left that ho alone 'cause she was ratchet (Hah, hah, hah)
All these bitches salty, they can't stand me (Hah)
[Outro]
Ten bad bitches in a mansion
Wrist on Milly Rock, them diamonds on me dancin'
When you workin' hard, then your money start expandin'
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
And them drugs come in handy
Last name Hendrix, bitch, but, no, I'm no Jimi
Hit 'em with no condoms, shipped her right back out the country
And I'm sippin' codeine, tats all on my stomach | X | 21 Savage |
[Intro]
Southside, Southside on the, Southside on the, hey
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
[Chorus]
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a twelve-car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards?
'Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fuckin' soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon
[Verse 1]
I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat
21 Savage the cat with the MAC
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood
But I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats
Pockets full of cheese, bitch, I got racks
I'm a real street nigga, bitch
I am not one of these niggas bangin' on wax
Pussy niggas love sneak dissin'
'Til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house
Keep shootin' until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar
Thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playin' Nintendo
I was playin' 'round with that fire
Seventh grade, I got caught with a pistol
Sent me to Panthersville
Eighth grade, started playin' football
Then I was like fuck the field
Ninth grade, I was knocking niggas out
Nigga like Holyfield
Fast forward, nigga, 2016
And I'm screamin' fuck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick
I don't even need a pill
I listened to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain't even street for real
Niggas love sneak dissin' on Twitter
They don't want beef for real
And all these niggas play like they tough
'Til a nigga get killed
'Til a nigga get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled
I'ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'
"I been with you since day one
Savage, I ain't even hatin'"
So what's up with all that Instagram shit?
"Savage, I was just playin'"
Y'all pussy niggas fakin'
Bitch, I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your bitch naked
"Come on, man, Savage, you know I always play your mixtape"
Yeah, nigga, fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes
[Verse 2]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga, my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', hold up
Pistol swangin', gang bangin', hold up
Niggas actin' like groupies, they don't know us
Little do they know, they bitches fuckin' on the tour bus
[Chorus]
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a twelve-car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards?
'Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fuckin' soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I grew up in the streets without no heart
[Outro]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga, my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt | No Heart | 21 Savage |
[Intro]
Woah
Woah, woah
[Verse 1]
You runnin' 'round drinkin' liquor
Takin' pictures 'cause you miss me
(I know you miss me)
You runnin' 'round drinkin' liquor
Fuckin' niggas 'cause you miss me
(You just want attention)
You can sleep with half the world
Bet you still won't forget me
(On God)
You could find love, get married, have kids
I'd still be realest nigga to hit it
(Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up)
I was gettin' some head earlier and you crossed my mind (Straight up)
I'm as solid as they come, but you crossed the line (21)
Yeah, you been stopped keepin' it real, I can see the signs (On God)
When it came to havin' your back, I'm so real
I prolly would've gave you my spine (Straight up)
I'd rather have loyalty than love
'Cause love really don't mean jack (Straight up)
See love is just a feeling
You can love somebody and still stab them in they back (On God)
It don't take much to love
You can love somebody just by being attached (21)
See loyalty is a action
You can love or hate me and still have my back (Facts)
[Chorus]
I gave you my all (My all)
You was my dawg (You was my dawg)
I would have went to war with the world on your call (On your call)
Thought you had my back (Nah)
You let me fall (Let me fall)
You healed my pain (My pain)
Then you caused it (Then you caused it)
Now I gotta ball without you (Straight up)
Now I gotta ball (Straight up)
Now I gotta ball without you (21)
Now I gotta ball (21)
Now I gotta ball without you (Ball)
Now I gotta ball (Now I gotta ball)
Now I gotta ball without you (21)
Now I gotta ball (21, 21)
[Verse 2]
You crossed me once, it's fuck you forever (Straight up)
Middle school got my heart broke, stop writin' love letters (21)
Heart cold, yeah, so cold had to buy the Moncler sweater (On God)
Valentines Day, she ripped the card and urinated on the rose petals (Damn)
You was my rock, heavy metal
Now you ain't shit to me (Facts)
I thought it was love, until I woke up
And had an epiphany (21)
Keep the fame and keep the love
Just give me the loyalty (On God)
Nefertiti, King Tut
I treat you like royalty (Fact)
[Bridge]
I just wish your love wouldn't fade away
Even when the smoke clear, I'm here to stay
Don't you ever let a nigga take my place
Would you be around if I had minimum wage? | ball w/o you | 21 Savage |
[Intro]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga (Hey)
[Chorus]
Automatic (Auto), automatics (Yeah), in the trunk (Pew)
Shoot the maggots (Pew-pew), shoot the maggots with the pump (Hey)
Thot and addy (Thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek, uh)
We got static (Static), pussy nigga run your charm (Hey)
Ghostface killers (Killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (News)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (Hey)
Trappin' the cocaine (Yeah), no gang, shooter with no names
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man
[Verse 1]
Yeah, put on the Patek, pavé setting, I'm an addict (Pavé)
Break the mattress with a baddie on the Addy (Smash)
Diamonds glassy, need some glasses for the flashes, yeah
Michael Jackson with this fashion, bitch, I'm dabbin', yeah
I do this shit on purpose, got these bitches slurpin' (Woah)
Aw, your pockets on hurting? Nigga, you can be my servant (Woo, woo)
Go to the lot and young nigga don't lease it, I purchase (Purchase)
After I cut off a thot, I give her some money for services (Here)
Wherever I go, the whole gang on go (Gang), yeah
You cannot tame the ho because she want fame for sure (Tame)
You think that you rich 'cause you got a hundred or more (Who?)
I got an over-overload, look like I just sold my soul
I pour up a four, a liter, I got the stripes, Adidas (Stripes)
I got a foreign mamacita and I been known to beat it (Mama)
Niggas ain't goin' defeated (Who?), we get the guns immediate (Brrt)
Don't burn in the coupe, it's an Italy (Italy)
You niggas is broke and it's pitiful (Hey)
[Chorus]
Automatic (Auto), automatics (Yeah), in the trunk (Pew)
Shoot the maggots (Pew-pew), shoot the maggots with the pump (Hey)
Thot and addy (Thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek, uh)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (Hey)
Ghostface killers (Killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (News)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (Hey)
Trappin' the cocaine (Yeah), no gang, shooter with no names
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man
[Verse 2]
Yeah, Kim Jong, yeah, big bombs (21)
Wonder Bread, man, make your bitch lick crumbs (Yeah)
Audemars Piguet flooded, got my wrist numb (Bling)
Grab the hitstick, nigga tryna blitz somethin'
Dope boy, dope boy, I sell coke, boy (21)
You broke ass rappers food, it's a po' boy (21)
Everybody the same, all these niggas sound alike (Dick riders)
Fox 5 gang turn you to a candlelight
Bitch boy, I'm a mobster, shrimp in my pasta
Jamaican don dada, hang 'round the shottas
Mad Max, nigga, yeah, I hang with the killers (21)
Planet of the Apes, yeah, I hang around gorillas (On God)
I got AK, SK, HK, broad day (21)
You a fuckboy, we ain't with the horseplay (Bitch)
Shrimp-ass nigga, did you do your chores today? (21)
Do you wanna take a ride with the coroner today? (21)
[Chorus]
Automatic (Auto), automatics (Yeah), in the trunk (Pew)
Shoot the maggots (Pew-pew), shoot the maggots with the pump (Hey)
Thot and addy (Thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
We got static (Static), pussy nigga run your charm (Hey)
Ghostface killers (Killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (News)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (Hey)
Trappin' the cocaine (Yeah), no gang, shooter with no names
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man
[Verse 3]
Drop from the heavens straight in the wild (Yeah)
Trunk in the front, top gotta slide (Woo)
Ride suicides, we keep this shit alive (Yeah)
Jumping out the public houses, don't you come outside (Straight up)
Private status, tryna land the jet at Magic (How you goin'? It's lit)
Goin' way up out my way to cut the traffic (What you poppin'? Yeah)
Pop the seal and pop the bean, I need the balance (Pop it, pop it, What you seein'?)
Bloody asses what I'm seeing, it's way too graphic
Watch your fingers 'cause the Cactus dangerous (Yeah)
Broke, you ain't us, we don't speak that language (Alright)
On the couches
Tom Cruise, I'ma make her see, she snort a mountain
Rackades on the outfit'll make her bounce it
Resurrect my life, yeah, CPR my pipe, yeah
Please, need the energy, only got a night, yeah (It's lit)
Nike boys, we don't do three stripes (Yeah)
I'm living for my niggas that do life, yeah | Ghostface Killers | 21 Savage |
[Intro]
Yeah
[Chorus]
VVS look like a star (Yeah)
I took the top off the car (Yeah)
We don't abide by the law (No)
You don’t know what I done saw (Saw)
Can't leave without it (I can't leave without it)
I keep a stick for the war (Stick)
Checks I deposit (Checks I deposit)
Money just stick with the boy
[Verse 1]
Lot of model bitches check for me
Nigga, don’t check for me 'less you got checks for me
I kept a stick like a hobo, no checkin' me
Way back when D-Lo had the spot in Trestletree
So many hoes, had to get a vasectomy
She left her body home and brought her neck to me
I did a walk-through, they sent a jet to me
Y'all niggas show price less than my travel fee
One of my arms worth a ticket
Watch so much that a car came with it
Back in the day I used to rob with no mask on
Shit on my wrist, I woulda killed the whole house for
And I went to school high, I ain't go to class though
I was with the OGs learnin' 'bout the glass bowl
Caught me with a deuce-five, mama kicked my ass, bro
Break yourself, leave his brains on the dashboard
I'm with Ced and Lil Baby (Yeah)
We got four choppers that’s full (21)
Way before rappin’, on God, I was trappin', sneakin’ my Glock in Lacura (On God)
I got my K from Osama Bin Laden, lil' nigga, he signed this shit (Straight up)
I'm 4L gang, if you reach for my chain, then a nigga gon' die in this bitch (On God)
A-B-C-D-E-F-G-Wagen, y’all niggas doin' that big cappin' (21)
I ain't with the friendly shit
Closest thing y'all gettin' to a handshake is the beat clappin' (21)
Your mama gon' have to make a GoFundMe, y'all niggas keep doing that sneak jabbin' (Straight up)
Gucci had to kill the whole woods
Just to make Young Savage this motherfuckin' mink jacket (21)
[Chorus]
VVS look like a star (Yeah)
I took the top off the car (Yeah)
We don't abide by the law (No)
You don't know what I done saw (Saw)
Can't leave without it (I can't leave without it)
I keep a stick for the war (Stick)
Checks I deposit (Checks I deposit)
Money just stick with the boy (Stick)
[Verse 2]
Cash in and cash out (Cash in and cash out)
I am not lookin' for clout (Nah)
I knew I would figure it out (I knew)
I took the millionaire route (Run it up)
Popped a pill got my head in the cloud (Huh)
Say my name, it'll bring out a crowd (Crowd)
We got paid, now my family proud (On God)
I been drippin' this drip since a child
[Verse 3]
I hit your bitch, she a jump-off
Cartier bracelets for her, they don't come off
They get the swag from Atlanta and run off
I make the boys swing the stick like a tomahawk
Runnin' this shit, what the fuck is they talkin' 'bout?
Skinny jeans stuffed with them hundreds, they poke out
S65, I'm in a robot
I'm a real one, I ain't running from nobody
Hellcat fast, you know that I show out
Ain't sparin' no bitch, give a fuck 'bout a blowout
If we wanted smoke with you, boy, you couldn't go out
Still gettin' money my label don't know 'bout
Court-side with a vibe with her toes out
Rich nigga, I come straight out the poor house
Trap goin' crazy right there by Morehouse
Dead end, me, Ced, and Mohawk
Bought a Benz, doubled back, bought a Trackhawk
I'm with Savage in the 6 doin' donuts (Skrrt)
Youngins with me, they got fire, they gon' go nuts
Quarter-million in a baby-blue Goyard
Buy it cash then I go in the motor
Drive fast, ain't no pullin' me over
Play with bags, you can tell by the odor
No alcohol, go get me a new soda
[Chorus]
VVS look like a star (Yeah)
I took the top off the car (Yeah)
We don't abide by the law (No)
You don't know what I done saw (Saw)
Can't leave without it (I can't leave without it)
I keep a stick for the war (Stick)
Checks I deposit (Checks I deposit)
Money just stick with the boy
[Outro]
Yeah, niggas tryna drip like the boy, yeah (Boy)
I don't gotta get no award, yeah (Award)
Live in the bank, don't do fraud, yeah (No fraud)
Two hundred racks on my arm, yeah
I been fuckin' superstars, yeah (Stars)
Her pussy good, buy her a car, yeah (Cars)
You niggas ain't makin' no noise, yeah (Noise)
You niggas ain't makin' no noise | can’t leave without it | 21 Savage |
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I pull up roll the window down and— (Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop)
I pull up roll the window down and— (Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop)
I pull up roll the window down and— (Pew, pew, pew)
[Chorus]
I just bought a pistol, it got 30 rounds in it (Pew, pew, pew)
Pull up at your momma house and put some rounds in it (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
Wet a nigga block and watch them niggas drown in it (Skrrt)
Hunnid round drum, gun a nigga down with it (21)
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit (Shit), Murder Gang shit (Shit)
Slaughter Gang shit (Shit), Murder Gang shit (Shit)
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit (Shit), Murder Gang shit (Shit)
Slaughter Gang shit (Shit), Murder Gang shit (Shit)
[Verse 1]
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, take a nigga bitch
Nigga, you's a bitch, 'cause I ran off with your shit (21)
I'm a real right Blood and these niggas counterfeit
You don't pull up on the Ave, pussy boy, you get dipped
I bought a brand new drop and then I poured me up some drop
Young Savage real street nigga, y'all ain't on no block
Bitch, keep your legs closed, 'cause all I want is top
I pull up and, "Pew, pew, pew, pew", y'all gon' call the cops (21)
[Verse 2]
Two guns up, I don't give a fuck
I'm a big dog, lil' nigga, you a pup'
Pull up at your spot, walk up on it, shoot it up
Your bitch, she on the Molly, yeah, I got her booted up (Gang)
You said you was trappin' but I heard that's a lie (Bitch)
Baking soda, cold water, cut the stove on, scrape the side (Bitch)
You can keep the skinny bitch, 'cause I like a fat ass and thighs (21)
Bitch, I'm Young Savage, your baby daddy know not to try (21)
[Outro]
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit | Red Opps | 21 Savage |
[Intro]
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
[Verse 1]
Feelin' so good, might smoke somethin' (Ayy)
Hit it so good, might choke somethin' (Ayy)
Might pull out, the game so weak
Fuck it, you can go and have both of 'em
Zone 6 nigga, I come from
Neighborhood soundin' like, "Pop, pop" (Pop, pop)
Pick 'em up, roll 'em out
All of that drip drip there got young boy drop drop (Drop drop)
Ayy ayy (Ayy ayy), oh (Oh)
Where that money go? (Go)
I was livin' fast (Fast)
They gon' watch 'em slow ('Em slow)
All these niggas got six figures, they won't miss an O (O)
I'm gon' shoot they baby mama if I got the pole, oh, ayy (Ayy)
Bodyguards goin' through customs (Customs)
Both of them boys got handguns
'Cause most of your friends, can't trust 'em
Clout chasin' (Clout chasin')
Let me truth on the verse (Yeah)
If they paid you to do it, you don't gotta ask what you worth
Me and Savage, we came from the dirt
If you rappin' for money, you silly
This shit ain't a milli', this shit is a hundred
The industry savage and most of you average
Ain't 'fraid of no static, I'm bustin', I'm bustin'
He might be an addict, he drinkin' that 'Tussin
He know where you live, where you work, do you trust him? (Nope)
[Chorus]
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster (Low blow)
[Verse 2]
She below the belt, that's a low blow (Low blow)
She gon' try and blame it on YOLO (YOLO)
Niggas out here tryna rap beef (Rap beef)
I ain't givin' no free promo (No no)
He cuffin', he a cop like Robo (Robo)
I'ma pass her to the gang like Romo (Romo)
Brand new 'Rari, I'm solo (Solo)
Finna go shoppin' in SoHo (21)
You could dump me in the middle of the ocean
I'm still comin' out dry (Dry)
You can leave me in the jungle with bears and tigers
I'm comin' out fly (Fly)
I'll take the stand for my brother
Put my hand on the Bible, I'm still gon' lie (On God)
You can have all the fame in the world
All the money in the world, won't stop no cry (Straight up)
Pain and the hunger made a savage (Savage)
Came from the bottom, disadvantaged ('Vantaged)
Then I started livin' my dreams (My dreams)
That shit turned me to an addict (An addict)
It ain't 'bout the money, you can have it (You can have it)
Shawty got a booty, I'ma grab it (I'ma grab it)
In the fast lane, tryna dodge traffic (Skrrt skrrt)
But I ain't never dodged no static (On God)
War wounds, I got scars (21)
Teachers told me I wouldn't be nothin' but I went far (21)
I could pay your salary for ten years with one car (21)
All the pain and all the struggle made a superstar (21, 21, 21)
[Chorus]
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster | monster | 21 Savage |
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[Intro]
Y'all niggas stop playin', nigga
Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on
Big 4L, big steppers
Big footprints, pussy (Southside on the track, yeah)
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, okay, 21 (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Okay, 21, okay, 21 (Okay)
Okay, 21 (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
21, 21, 21
[Verse 1]
Big 4L, I'm a member (Yeah)
Leave an opp cold, like December (What?)
.45 on me, it's a Kimber (And what?)
AK knockin' down trees, like timber
Get your baby mama 'fore we bend her (21)
Hit the windshield, not the fender (21)
Givin' out smoke my agenda (21)
Throw the white flag, they surrender (Pussy)
All black tux, I'm a businessman (Pussy)
Millionaire, still shakin' killеrs hand (Woah)
Take the plug off and the middlе man (Woah)
Spray the whole block, I don't give a damn (Woah)
Fuck a nigga bitch, I'm a gentleman (21)
21, your bitch know I been the man (21)
Playin' with the rock like I'm Jigga man
Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man
[Chorus]
Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped
Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back
Body full of scars, face full of tats
You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap
[Verse 2]
Say you want smoke, but the fire come with it
Money on your head, nigga, we'll come get it
New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it
'Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun in it
Keep it in the street, I ain't doin' no squealin'
I don't never put women in my business
Full-time rapper, I ain't doin' no drillin'
Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep (Straight up)
17 breakin' down a P (On God)
18 start sellin' hard with Lil B
Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D
Ridin' down Glenwood, tank on E
All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed
Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (Pussy)
Not mine, this bitch for us (21)
The gang is what I trust (Straight up)
Don't argue, we don't fuss (Straight up)
No talkin', he get touched (Straight up)
I can't smoke my opps (On God)
'Cause all my opps is dust (Pussy)
He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk (Pussy)
Open your mouth when I bust (21)
Suck me up slow, don't rush (21)
Havin' threesomes is a must (Straight up)
Hit it from the back and she cussed (On God)
I put his bitch in the Benz (21)
She used to ride on the bus (Damn)
I walk around with them thigh pads (21)
But I ain't got no yard rushed | Glock in My Lap | 21 Savage |
[Intro]
Am I really hard to please?
Perhaps I have such special needs
I wondered what was wrong with me (Haha)
My friends all fall so easily (Pussies)
[Verse 1]
Called the first one Savage Mode, my mood, that's what it was (21)
2016, we was ridin' around, beatin' niggas up in the club
I know she around for the money, but act like she loyal, I don't feel the love (21)
I'm so rich, get bored, might wake up, buy me a car just 'cause (On God)
Her titties is hard 'cause she spent a five, my bitch titties cost me a dub (21)
All my bitches got BBLs, all my bitches got butts (Straight up)
I ain't with thе rap beef, Draco pedophile, all of my opps get touchеd (Straight up)
We ain't never ran off on no barber, but we still be hoppin' out cuts (Straight up)
[Chorus]
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin', runnin', I leave all my cars
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin', runnin', all my opps be
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin', runnin', wipe his nose, it was
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin', runnin', Savage never did no
[Verse 2]
That Clasé for your wife (21), that hookah for your wife (Pussy)
I'm Slaughter Gang, pussy, you know I brought my knife (21)
He was talkin' gangster (21), we caught him at a light (Pussy)
I let my young nigga do it, it was free, he wanted a stripe (On God)
Havin' my way with the cheese, I'm in the den with the thieves (On God)
I know that she ratchet, I could tell by the way that she wearin' her weave (21)
Smokin' on zaza, this shit came out the garden with Adam and Eve (21)
Chopper go fow-fow, shoot up your pow-wow, niggas tryna make y'all bleed (21)
Got out of line, spanked that baby, we had to rock him to sleep (Pussy)
Is it a issue? Keep me a pistol, I ain't finna diss you (Pussy)
All that pillow talk, I'ma have to send The Boogeyman to come get you
Chain hang low like a yo-yo, your bitch ridin' dick like pogo
[Outro]
I brought a Hollywood bitch to Club Crucial (On God)
I was at the Met Gala with my shooter (On God)
Slaughter Gang, Gang, we don't do recruitin' (21)
Say you ready to catch a body, gotta prove it
Gotta prove that shit, nigga
Shit ain't no motherfuckin' game, nigga
Get your bitch ass whacked, nigga
Big facts, big 4L, nigga
Big Zone 6, nigga
We run the motherfuckin' city, nigga
Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
Body for body, nigga, money for money, nigga
We skunkin' everybody
Fuck your crew, nigga, we'll kill your crew
Pussy, pussy, pussy
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Are things better or worse the second time around?
Can we really do anything more than once? | Runnin | 21 Savage |
[Intro]
Goyard duffel got a lot of racks in it (Hey)
Louis Vuitton got a lot of racks in it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My carry-on got a lot of racks in it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everywhere I go I got them racks with me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig?
For real, huh, huh, huh, hey
(If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
[Chorus]
I'm gangbanging (Gang), and I'm dangerous (Hey)
Smith & Wesson (Brrt), and it's stainless (Woo)
Brand new 'Rari (Skrrt), I'm finna paint it (Yeah)
She took a Xanny (Yeah), then she fainted (Yeah)
I'm from the gutter (Hey), ain't no changing (Nah)
From the gutter (Gutter), rap saved me (Rap)
She drive me crazy (Drive me brazy), have my baby (Have my baby)
Need my cash (Need my racks), fuck you, pay me (Fuck you, pay me, Offset)
[Verse 1]
Uh, where is the money? (Where?)
Where is the, where is the paper? (Where?)
Ooh, there go the acres, ooh
They biting my drip like a sabre, yeah, yeah
Who is my neighbor? (Who?)
I live on the island, I'm sacred (Island)
Yeah, life is The Matrix (Matrix)
Be rich or be broke and be basic (Rich)
You don't want static, yeah
All of my shooters on Addys, yeah, yeah (You don't want static)
A-list status, uh, uh
His and her Pateks (His and hers)
Out of here, gone, gone, gone, zoom
Baguettes on the watch make 'em walk out the room
You keep the fire, but you shoot at the moon
I get the fire and I aim at your noon
Street sweeper, we not talkin' 'bout the broom, ooh (Nah)
I got more blow than balloons (Blow)
You smell that Biscotti perfume
Yeah, we the wave and we big like typhoons (Woo)
Go fifty-nine, eighty with moons (Bustdown)
Twenty-five million my move (Twenty-five)
I drip in my sleep on snooze (Drip)
I love when I meet Jesús
[Chorus]
I'm gangbanging (Gang, yeah), and I'm dangerous (Yeah)
Smith & Wesson (Yeah), and it's stainless (Yeah)
Brand new 'Rari (Yeah), I'm finna paint it (Yeah)
She took a Xanny (Yeah), then she fainted (Yeah)
I'm from the gutter (Yeah), ain't no changing (Yeah)
From the gutter (Yeah), rap saved me (Yeah)
She drive me crazy (Yah), have my baby (Yah)
Need my cash (Yah), fuck you, pay me (Yah)
[Verse 2]
I'm sedated (Yah), eyes lazy (Yah)
Bloody Phantom (Yah), the seats brazy (Yah)
I don't do payments, uh-huh (Yah), new Bentayga, uh-huh (Yah)
Cost two-eighty, uh-huh (Yah), bitch, I paid it, uh-huh (Yah)
Rover SVR and I got the seats blazin' (21)
Went against the gang and he got his cheese grated (21)
Bitch, you just a nut, baby, we are not dating (21)
My tanktop Givenchy, lil' bitch, I'm not basic (21)
Sellin' glass out the house, nigga (House, nigga)
J's smokin' in the house, nigga (The house, nigga)
Send some bullets at your spouse, nigga (Spouse, nigga)
Hide the racks in the couch, nigga (Couch, nigga)
[Chorus]
I'm gangbanging (Yeah), and I'm dangerous (Yeah)
Smith & Wesson (Yeah), and it's stainless (Yeah)
Brand new 'Rari (Yeah), I'm finna paint it (Yeah)
She took a Xanny (Yeah), then she fainted (Yeah)
I'm from the gutter (Hey, yeah), ain't no changing (Nah, yeah)
From the gutter (Gutter, yeah), rap saved me (Rap, yeah)
She drive me crazy (Drive me brazy, yah), have my baby (Have my baby, yah)
Need my cash (Need my racks, yah), fuck you, pay me (Fuck you, pay me, yah)
[Verse 3]
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh
Chopper talk (Yeah), AK, AK walk (Brrt, brrt)
Spray the block (Spray), it's an outline, chalk (Outline, chalk)
We don't talk, young nigga be stackin' up that sign language (Stack it)
If you get out of line, disrespect your boss, you should do just fire 'em, ain't ya? (Fire)
Ironing boards (Ironing)
Straightening money on ironing boards (Yeah)
Connect the streets (Streets)
Nigga keep lookin', can't find no cord (Yeah)
Patek Philippe (Patek)
So much water can't find no shore (Drippin')
Save your beef (Save it)
Nigga, nobody can't find no war
[Chorus]
I'm gang banging (Gang), and I'm dangerous (Hey)
Smith & Wesson (Brrt), and it's stainless (Woo)
Brand new 'Rari (Skrrt), I'm finna paint it (Yeah)
She took a Xanny (Yeah), then she fainted (Yeah)
I'm from the gutter (Hey), ain't no changing (Nah)
From the gutter (Gutter), rap saved me (Rap)
She drive me crazy (Drive me brazy), have my baby (Have my baby)
Need my cash (Need my racks), fuck you, pay me (Fuck you, pay me) | Rap Saved Me | 21 Savage |
[Intro]
Cai, a noite sobre o nosso amor
Cai, e agora só restou do amor
Uma palavra: Adeus
Woah, woah, woah
[Chorus]
Want it all, I won't leave a breadcrumb
Bitch, what? I thought a nigga said somethin’
Thought a nigga said somethin'
G Block, all we know is redrum
Redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum
G Block, all we know is redrum
Redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum
Nigga, all we know is— (Redrum)
[Verse 1]
Ridin' in the back, it’s a May' (It's a May')
Thirty-two shots in the K (In the K)
Marathon, I really run the A (Run the A)
Say you touched me, how, Sway? (How, Sway?)
Graveyard, that's where the opps stay (Opps stay)
Hypnotize, they do what I say (What I say)
21, niggas don't play (Don't play)
My Glock Gen5 said hey (Said hey)
Take my choppеr everywherе, that's bae (That’s bae)
Get yo’ ass out the car, you givin' Tre (Givin’ Tre)
We been spinnin' through they hood all day (All day)
Niggas say they outside, okay, okay
I can't let a bitch play me, no way (No way)
You a duck if you believe what hoes say (What hoes say)
She got way more bodies than my old K (Old K)
My lil' brother beat his body, OJ (OJ)
Niggas talkin’ 'bout they lit, I'm La Flame (Pussy)
That lil' boy a mascot, he ain't gang (Pussy)
Watch a half a million dollars and it's plain (Pussy)
I don't go through TSA to get on planes (Pussy)
You get pussy without head, then you lame (Pussy)
She knew I was leavin' 'fore I even came (Pussy)
Two revolvers on my waist, John Wayne (Pussy)
Smack niggas, then I get on Live and sing (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Want it all, I won't leave a breadcrumb
Bitch, what? I thought a nigga said somethin'
Thought a nigga said somethin'
G Block, all we know is redrum
Redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum
G Block, all we know is redrum
Redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum
Nigga, all we know is— (Redrum)
[Verse 2]
How many niggas got the belt? (A lot)
Catch 'em at the light, he get nailed (Bow)
9-1-1, somebody help
Sub-tweeting bad for your health, pussy
I'm a gangster, I ain't takin' shit back, pussy
I'll never do no song with no rat, pussy
Put a Lego in a stick, it rat-a-tat, pussy
I don't wanna talk, go and catch a hat, pussy
Big Draco come up out that Scat, pussy
He stood on business, now he layin' on his back, pussy
Ask around, I be rappin' nothin' but facts, pussy
We the reason all these niggas runnin' track, pussy (On God)
You ain't never stepped, you can't tell me a thing (21)
I got big kahunas and I'm lettin' 'em hang (21)
Keep my mouth closed and that's never gon' change (21)
You get in the jam and go to pointin' and blame (21, 21)
I ain't let it slide, I was sharpenin' aim
Smokin' on my brothers, got his ass left slain
You know it's smoke, 'cause they ain't even take off his chain
Say it's up with me, your ass must do cocaine (21, 21)
[Outro]
Little pigs
Little pigs, let me come in
Not by the hair on your chinny-chin-chin?
Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down
Here's Johnny | redrum | 21 Savage |
[Intro]
(Metro)
[Pre-Chorus]
I'ma slide anytime you want
Put you in Chanel, I'ma teach you how to stunt (21)
Slip and slide like a waterfall
You need some TLC, we can creep if you want (21)
[Chorus]
Ayy, turn your phone off, take your clothes off (21)
I'm a savage, but I fuck her to a slow song (21)
Turn the lights down (21), lay the pipe down (21)
I ain't Mr. Right, but I'm Mr. Right Now (Straight up)
[Verse 1]
She want me to fuck her to Beyoncé (Straight up)
But I don't treat her like she my fiancée (On God)
Make that thing sing like Sade (21)
1942, it ain't no Chardonnay (21)
In a Lam' truck (Yeah), with my Richard on (Yeah)
Got a pretty girl (21), that I'm feelin' on (21)
We in quarantine (On God), but my M's long (On God)
Buddy lame-lame, he got friend-zoned (On God)
Got a couple spots (21), and they all owned (21)
Bought a penthouse (21), 'cause I'm never home (On God)
Threw my heart out the window, feelings gone (21)
Threw my heart out the window, but
[Pre-Chorus]
I'ma slide anytime you want (21)
Put you in Chanel, I'ma teach you how to stunt (On God)
Slip and slide like a waterfall (Straight up)
You need some TLC, we can creep if you want (Straight up)
[Chorus]
Ayy, turn your phone off (Straight up), take your clothes off (Straight up)
I'm a savage, but I fuck her to a slow song (Straight up)
Turn the lights down (Straight up), lay the pipe down (Straight up)
I ain't Mr. Right, but I'm Mr. Right Now (21)
[Verse 2]
Turn your phone off, take your clothes off
I'm a sav', but I fuck her to a slow song
Said the nail lady went and did her toes wrong
Said her last man was always playin' Drake songs
Yeah, cellphones out when I roll up
Yeah, the nigga had a problem 'til I showed up
Everybody with a "at" before they name tough
Yeah, more concerned with blowing up than growing up
Yeah, said she wanna fuck to some SZA, wait
'Cause I used to date SZA back in '08
If you cool with it, baby, she can still play
While I jump inside that box and have a field day
I'm the slow stroke king, hit me anytime
And my goal is to get you to the finish line
I seen good movies end bad plenty times
So let me finish strong, girl
[Pre-Chorus]
I'ma slide anytime you want
Put you in Chanel, I'ma teach you how to stunt (On God)
Slip and slide like a waterfall
You need some TLC, we can creep if you want (If you want)
[Outro]
She want me to fuck her to some Keith Sweat (21)
But she stay in apartments I got beef at (On God)
Pussy so good, I had to sneak back (On God)
Hit her with my Glizzy, boy, I keep that
You fuck with the ones that fuck with you, what?
The niggas—, the bi—, the dumb-ass bitches wanna come up and lay up and give you pussy at, what?
Twelve? One o'clock at night? Face-ass nigga, do I look dumb, stupid or slow?
Nigga, please, what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Just like you wanna stick a dick up in me, I want some motherfuckin' money
And don't get in your motherfuckin' feelings when you see me in the motherfuckin' club randomly
And one of your niggas wanna get down on me
And I wanna give them some pussy 'cause they gave me some money
Know what I mean? It's easy | Mr. Right Now | 21 Savage |
[Intro]
21
I feel like the motherfuckin' Grim Reaper
The biggest smoke blower
Put a motherfuckin' chimney on my stick
[Verse 1]
Brand new MAK-90 with the drum attached (Drum)
You a shit talker, we got drums for that (On God)
Tryna fist fight? Boy, you dumb for that (Stupid)
You gon' get a bullet in your lung for that (Stupid)
Draco get to kickin' like Liu Kang (21)
F&N on me in the Mulsanne (Straight up, straight up)
Glock 19 in the Blue Flame (Straight up, straight up)
I was strapped when I slid inside your boo thang (On God)
21 immortal, we'll never die (21)
Loyal to my brothers (Yeah), I'll never lie (On God)
Call me bird dog 'cause I cheat and I'm fly (Straight up)
And I love winnin', I'm upset if it's a tie (On God)
Get you off the ground just to knock you to the floor (Yeah)
Let's go blow for blow (Yeah), let's go toe to toe (Straight up)
When it's time to battle, they don't never ever show (21)
When it's time to battle, I'm the first one at the door (21)
At the door with a Draco
Don't nobody move, I don't wanna have to blow
Rappin' ass niggas get spinned at they show
That's why I need some help, I got a fetish for the smoke
It get fatal in the bottom, used to rumble in the den (21)
Hit him with a combo, gotta finish him (21)
AK make you frown since you think you wanna grin (Straight up)
Seems like all the models just be fallin' in my DMs (Yeah)
Coolant on the TEC, it get hot like Scorpion (Hot)
I'll burn his ass, lil' buster
You thought it was straight, I got some chemicals in this magazine
I'll perm his ass (Mark ass nigga)
Wanna be a gangster, but he misguided (Bitch)
I'll learn his ass (On God, nigga)
He went against me and they called 9-1-1 (21)
They had to infirm' his ass (You gon' be next, nigga)
"How many tops you done got popped?" Whole bunch
"How many times you ran from the smoke?" Nigga, not once
Eastside nigga fuckin' all the hoes, and I love guns
Ain't no fucking diamonds in my mouth, nigga, these gold fronts
And we known to handle all the business, nigga, ASAP
Had her at the slaughterhouse, how the fuck you cape that?
Ain't no body shots, nigga, you know I told him face that
Now he in the ocean, heard they hit him in his wave cap
You took your shot and you missed it (21)
I just beat it up and you kissed it (Ugh)
Took the rap game and I milked it (Yeah)
Took the rap beef and I killed it
Neck all froze like Sub Zero, dawg (Straight up)
He wifed a thot, he a hero, dawg (Straight up)
All I care about is my dinero, dawg (On God)
Only thing I'm chasing is dineros, dawg (Straight up)
Dread-headed killer like Cyrax (21)
Brought a gun to a fist fight like Jax (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
Nah, fuck that, only thing scare me is a rat (Snitch)
Slaughter Gang, pick your poison, dagger or the axe (Straight up)
Stand-up guy, they respect my mind (On God)
If you foul out, get a tech', my nine (Straight up)
If you ain't a hundred, don't text my line (Lil' bitch)
If you know you hatin', don't check my Live (Snitch)
[Chorus]
You know I'm Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal
Ain't nothin' changed, I'll slaughter your daughter
She said she was a dime, but her friend was a quarter
I had a threesome, then I flushed the rubber down the toilet
She tried to give me head, it was boring
Codeine got a nigga snoring
I wonder if she would've slept with the poor me
Savage keep a Draco and it corn beef
[Verse 2]
Chopper cut you up like Kitana (Ching-ching)
My chopper in the band, it's a drummer (Drumroll)
Russell Westbrook, I was strikin' like the Thunder (Woah, woah)
You was somewhere runnin' 'round whinin' to your mama (21)
Y'all play conservative, we gon' send a blitz (Straight up)
I'm the type to catch a tech', foul, hit him in his shit (On God)
He think he a made man, hit him in the head (Pussy)
Don't you try to run now, hit him in the leg (Rraow)
People wanna say the stuff I say, but they be scared (Pussy)
Jab turn a lightskin pretty boy red (21)
It's a fatality if you try to handle me (Yeah)
Real top shotta, don't you ever try to ramp with me (On God)
Got enough bullets that could kill your whole camp with me (Rrah)
I was bad as hell in school, they even tried to counsel me (21)
I don't like to talk, don't you try to tongue-wrestle me (On God)
And my block good, you'll never get the best of me (Straight up) | Immortal | 21 Savage |
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe
Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth
If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh
I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth
I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe
Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth
If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh
I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth
[Verse 1]
Lost a few friends chasin' hand money (On God)
Had the same friends when I was bummy (Straight up)
They should've went and did stand-up
'Cause when the money come, niggas act funny (True)
Crocodile wristband, 21 Dundee
Yo' bitch skate so fast to the dick
That she'd even go and get a job at Sonic (On God)
Made it from the bottom, I'm a star (21)
Playin' with the stick like a guitar (21)
Why you got a 12 car garage? (Why?)
'Cause I bought six new cars (No lie)
I remember times was dark (I do)
Now I'm backstage with a bar (Big dog)
Couldn't pay the light bill, it was dark (Yeah)
Now I can shine in the dark (On God)
Lost a couple friends, I ain't even really mad though (On God)
I ain't even really mad though (21)
Hard to tell the real from fake
'Cause nowadays, they got masks on
Who gon' be around when the fame and the cash gone?
I lost all my friends countin' bands in a Lambo truck
VVSs on me, fightin' icy like a hockey puck
If she wanna dance, let her dance, watch her pick it up
I don't need no friends, what's a friend if it ain't no trust?
[Chorus]
I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe
Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth
If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh
I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth
[Verse 2]
I lost all my friends countin' bands and I copped a Benz
Pulled up with no army, just the guap and I'm spendin' it
No, no, never lendin' it, that's all for me
I stay greedy with the dollar, givin' no 'pologies
All these mans with they fuckin' hands out, tryna spare some
I don't never stress, no, I got plenty peso
I been all alone, on my own in my new mansion
Everybody says I went ghost, jump in my Phantom
Paparazzi always tryna press up on me
Ever since I blew up, I don't know nobody (Know nobody)
Yeah, I blew 80 bands only for you to leave
Hey, I know somewhere that my mama prayin' for me (For me)
[Chorus]
I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe (For me)
Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth (For me)
If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh
I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth
I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe
Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth
If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh
I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth
[Outro]
I lost all my, I lost all my
(Really wanna know the truth)
Hey | all my friends | 21 Savage |
[Verse 1]
Now first of all where I'm supposed to start
When I first met you man another nigga had your heart
But, I'ma player so you know a playa played his part
Smooth talkin', conversation took a nigga broad
I'm on the road doin' shows, seem like we fell apart
She think a nigga fuckin' groupies, I'm just grindin' hard
Your family said we wouldn't last, but we beat the odds
Bonnie and Clyde, she was with a nigga stealin' cars
These streets so dirty, I just want someone who really there
Can't fake love, I just want someone who really care
Be loyal to me, want somebody I ain't gotta share
Open your eyes, baby girl, real niggas rare
All my dog ways, had to put 'em in a kennel
I'm a savage to these niggas, but to her I'm gentle
I'm a savage to these niggas, but to her I'm gentle
I'm just sippin' on this mud, you was on my mental (21)
[Chorus]
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
[Verse 2]
I can feel it in the air, I'ma grab her by her hair
I'ma fuck her like a bear, I'ma fuck her like a bear
Red bottoms on her, yeah
Buy her Gucci, Fendi, yeah
She too stiff on niggas, yeah
She gon' make these niggas stare
I'ma fuck her with no condom
I'ma let her meet my momma
I'ma take her out that Honda
I'ma put her in the foreign
Spoiled, she ain't got no patience
She gon' have these bitches hatin'
Got them diamonds on me skatin'
Got them diamonds on her skatin'
Everywhere we go we clean
She want me to quit that lean
Baby, I can't quit that lean
Put a ring around codeine
Everywhere we go we clean
She want me to quit that lean
Baby, I can't quit that lean
Put a ring around codeine | Feel It | 21 Savage |
[Intro]
Y'all know what's goin' on
21 Gang 'til I'm gone
4L Gang 'til I'm gone
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon'—
[Verse 1]
Roll the window down, stick the Glock out (Stick the Glock out)
This chopper got a AMP, I'ma rock out (I'ma rock out)
When it's time for smoke, they gon' cop out (They gon' cop out)
This AK47 made in Moscow (Made in Moscow)
All these dead bodies got me seein' strange things (Straight up)
Both sides of the gun, I done dealt and felt the pain (On God)
Drive-by? Nah, we the walk-up gang (21)
I come from the 6 where they chalk up lames (On God)
Slide in and out (Out)
Spend the night? I doubt (Doubt)
Gold grill mouth (Mouth)
I come from the South (South)
We was stealin' cars
You was inside the house (Pussy)
I know he gon' be a rat one day
Right now we call him a mouse (21)
[Chorus]
I got lots of stripes, all my niggas shyst
You can roll the dice, you might lose your life
Keep my Desert Eagle on me, he not nothin' nice
I just need one Glock, Nas need one mic (Lil' bitch)
[Verse 2]
I done did a lot in the streets and them facts (21)
PTSD like I came from Iraq (On God)
You made it from the gutter, then I'm tippin' my hat (I am)
Don't go big on me, you might get hit with this MAC (Brrah)
I don't need no holster, you get burned like toaster (21)
I don't drink no liquor, but I'm smokin' on mimosa (Yeah)
We been gettin' that Jewish money, everything is Kosher (On God)
Bought myself a 'Ventador and bought my bitch a Roadster (Straight up)
Drive my Lambo to the store, I'ma wave with my doors
I'm on Glenwood, not the Ave., nigga, the road (21)
Talkin' on the pillow, nigga, that shit for the hoes (Straight up)
I'd never snitch on my enemies or my bros (Never)
I'm so 21, dawg, I'm so SG (Yeah)
I'm so 4L Gang, I keep a Glock, not an XD (21)
Head so good, she not even white, I still call her Becky (Yeah, yeah)
Richard Mille cost so much I could push a button and see next week (Straight up)
.30 on the glizzy, got my pants dizzy (Pants dizzy)
Playin' 'round with Savage, you get shot in the kidney (Shot in the kidney)
So many drums, he gon' think a band hit him (Ha)
Chopper clapped his ass, he thought a hand hit him (Ha)
I do the BlocBoy JB on a brick (Skrrt, skrrt)
Make your crew do the Electric Slide with this stick (Straight up)
She don't get no new Chanel, she gon' throw a fit (Straight up)
I wanna buy that girl the world, the way she suck this dick (Yeah)
Fronted me some bags, I ran out the same night (Damn)
When I was in jail, on my momma, I ain't kite (Damn)
Niggas know I'm solid, I shoot and I fight (Straight up)
You just wear Adidas, but in real life, I got stripes (21)
[Chorus]
I got lots of stripes, all my niggas shiest'
You can roll the dice, you might lose your life
Keep my Desert Eagle on me, he not nothin' nice
I just need one Glock, Nas need one mic
[Outro]
My brother down the road, they tried to give him life
He swear he so creative, turned a toothbrush to a knife
Savage got your wifey playin' with herself on Skype
She thought the AC was on, it was just my ice
We pull up ready to shoot (Brrrah)
Y'all ready to fight (Stupid)
Pull up, ready to kill (Yeah)
Y'all ready to die (Straight up)
Broke-ass nigga get killed ridin' a bike (Pussy)
Savage left his gun at home, nigga, yeah, right (Ha) | asmr | 21 Savage |
[Verse 1]
Grind hard, nigga, grind hard, I done grind hard
Late nights playin' b-ball with a decoy
I was on the corner with the robbers and the d-boys
Now I'm on the charts, man, this shit is unbelievable
Mama, it's a lot of secrets that I had to keep from you
Got in so much trouble, thought the teachers had beef with you
And it paid off 'cause we livin' like the Greeks and Jews
Used to leave your stove runnin', stove runnin' (21, 21)
Now it's Louis rags when my nose runnin'
Got it out the mud, I don't owe nothin'
You pussy ass niggas, I ain’t on nothin'
Wanna see me fucked up 'cause they poor hustlin'
The same niggas with me back when I was head itchin'
Man I'm having nightmares that the feds listenin'
You fake gangstas pump fakin' and they scared snitchin'
The coupe fast and it's fucking up the dash digits
[Chorus]
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the
[Verse 2]
It's a bag on his head, I'ma pick it up
It was money in the house, I used to stick it up
Got your main bitch chillin', splashin', tryna lick it up
Dick ridin', niggas always tryna flick it up
I ain't tryna take no pictures, bitch I'm rollin' Swishers
I count my back end then I jump out with that pistol
If you ain't suckin' dick you get a early dismissal
We got your wifey at the spot, she tryna lick a pickle
I just went and bought a Lamb and it cost a nickel
And I came from the bottom and it feel good
And I went platinum, still in the hood
And I take the gang with me everywhere I go
Why these niggas hatin' on me? Man I don't know
Ain't a place in the world that I can't go
And I got a hundred racks inside a Go-Go
And I get a hundred racks for a show, show
Wanna give a bitch my heart but I can't though
I can't fall in love with a stank ho
Lil' bitch I fell in love with the bank ho
And you know I love that good drank, ho
[Verse 3]
Numb the pain with the money and I ride 'round with that Tommy
And I put it in her stomach and I made that lil' bitch ride me
You're my old school runner, you're my old school runner
But my new school runnin', it costs more than a hundred
You lil' niggas so bummy (21)
Make a diss song, they gon' wrap you like a mummy
My young niggas geekin' on boot like zombies
They hungry, up it on you then they tell you, "Run it"
I stole cars, drove them like go-karts (facts)
Niggas actin' like bitches, they got both parts (cat)
And I came from the gutter, I don't got no heart
And I'm straight up out the gutter, I don't got no heart
Nigga when they killed my brother, I had to go hard
Put that chopper in his face and then I Bogart
Niggas tryna cross me, I don't understand it
I'm just tryna take care of the family
And I'm sippin' Codeine, not Brandy (21)
And I'm sippin' Codeine, I'm an addict
You go to jail, can't depend on a bad bitch
She fucked and sucked him tryna keep up with the fashion
And I'm really, really rich and I ain't braggin'
Sometimes I really can't believe this shit happened
Who woulda thought I'd make it rappin'?
I almost lost my life when I was trappin'
[Outro]
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you | Numb | 21 Savage |
[Intro]
Solid nigga, real street nigga
A hundred percent, a hundred and ten percent
Ain't no cut on this shit, nigga
This shit blue magic, nigga, like Frank Lucas, nigga, on God
[Verse 1]
Four trap spots at the bottom of the hill (Straight up)
Tryna diss Savage, that'll prolly get you killed (On god)
I'll get my shooter smoked, I think he finna spill (Swear)
The beans, I got X, dawg, 75 cents a pill (21)
Tez took a 15, finna come back on appeal (Free Tez)
Pop took 19 'fore he was 19, made me shed a tear (Free Pop)
Blew up on my own, no cosigns I was stiff (On God)
I swear I went like six times platinum 'fore I signed my deal (Straight up)
We used to cut MAK-90s 'fore they made them Dracs (On my mama)
I'm so Slaughter Gang, I'ma nut on her face (21)
Captain Save-A-Ho, you might get shot in your cape (On God)
Niggas drop a mixtape, then they tattoo they face (Lil' pussy)
Niggas drop an album, then pretend to be gangsta (Lil' bitch)
Imaginary hood, you gon' make it up, ain't you?
He done made up dead homies, man this nigga a prankster
I got niggas down the road for a flock, they'll shank you (On God)
Give me head in a brand new car (Yeah)
Hit her from the back, need Geico (21)
She got fat 'cause a nigga made her stay in the house so I got the bitch lipo (Straight up)
Ridin' 'round town with a Glock, but if it's a hit I'ma use my rifle (On God)
You can ask all the opps, niggas know 4L gang go psycho (I swear)
[Chorus]
Cap-ass, rap-ass, battery-in-the-back-ass
You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed
All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast
Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash
I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass
Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass
Leave your man's brain in your motherfuckin' lap ass nigga
[Interlude]
Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow
Brrr-bow-bow-bow-bow
I wanted to come in, know what I'm talkin' about
Cuz just talked that shit
That big Zone 6 shit for y'all niggas ass
(Stop all that cap-ass shit)
[Verse 2]
I'm a Zone 6-er, Mr. Remixer
Mr. Fuck-Her-Then-I-Hit-Her-Pass-Her-To-My-Nig-ger
Only thing I smoke on is a big Swisher
And I don't sip liquor, I sip lean, yes, sir
Pull up on the curb, hop out serve a nigga bird (Serve a bird)
Who run the block? Slimeball, that's the word (Slime)
Get a nigga topped, off top, non-stop, on my block
I got shooters totin' their Glock, it's a 30 in his Glock (Yeah that 30)
Niggas ain't rockin' how we rockin', we rock-solid (4L)
And I keep them blues in my pocket, ten thousand (Uh huh)
Five on your head, nigga, get your head chopped (Do that)
Ride through my hood and I got the top chopped (What?)
Off, when I ride off (What?)
Smoke gas, cough (Dude)
Bitch give me mouth (Uh-huh)
Big dawg, boss (Big dawg)
Y'all know what it cost (You know)
Just to be a boss (Be a boss)
Well, you gotta wipe some niggas off
You gotta run off on the plug
You gotta shoot at some niggas
Let 'em know you don't give no fucks
If you really 'bout that life, then, nigga, show 'em you 'bout your business
Don't be schemin' on a hunnid, nigga, run up you a million
[Chorus]
Cap-ass, rap-ass, battery-in-the-back-ass
You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed
All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast
Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash
I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass
Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass
Leave your man's brain in your motherfuckin' lap ass nigga (21, 21)
[Verse 3]
I was little, now I'm bigger (Now I'm bigger)
I was broke, now I'm worth eight figures (Eight figures)
It's either you against us or you with us (Lil' bitch)
Malcolm might get killed in the middle (On God)
Mini-14, I was 17 first time I shot it
Nigga, I was on Glenfair (On my mama, dawg)
Went hollow, Collier Ridge to VC
Robbin', landin', all the way to Line Street, they don't play fair (21, 21)
If you make your bed, you gon' lay there (You gon' lay there)
Made a hunnid on Austin off my cell, yeah (Off my cell, yeah)
It was a trap spot and I used to stay there (On God)
On my dead brother, I kept a K there (Straight up)
Tryna spend the night, you must be fuckin' or somethin' (Lil' bitch)
I want you to suck me like you suckin' your thumb (21)
Savage rich as fuck, but I save money like a bum (On God)
Made it to the top, but I give back to the slum (Straight up) | 4L | 21 Savage |
[Intro]
This world's all about money and pussy
And you need to figure that out
Once you figure that out
You'll be better off in life
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
[Chorus]
Rich nigga shit, I do a lot of
Nigga, we be sippin' out the bottle
I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada
Hoppin' out the PJ with a model
Swimmin' in a baddie, tryna drown
Every nigga with me got style
I won't put a watch on 'less it cost a hundred thou'
I want all the money and the power
[Verse 1]
She took me for granted even when I tried to show her the better me
I did a 69 with hеr friend, I'm prayin' to God she don't tell on mе
Used to ride MARTA, now a nigga gettin' head in the Cullinan
Percocet got me floatin' like a butterfly, but I'll sting you like a bumblebee
Saint Laurent the only thing I put on my back
Off-White jeans look like cooked crack
I call the Porsche stomach 'cause the shit snatch
Gave my girl a dub, now her butt fat
You might take your women to the Louis store
My bitches be askin', "Where's Chanel at?"
I know you see them crosses, yeah, that's Chrome Hearts
All this water on me, where the whales at?
Stars in the ceilin', I'm where God at
This supercharger whine like the car mad
Savage got a whole lotta hits, dawg
I be droppin' bombs like Baghdad
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I've been in the vault with the gold in the back (Ayy)
No longer my dawg 'cause you told, you a rat (Ayy)
Back-to-back Porsche, me and Savage ridin' 'round
In the town where the pipes have you loud out the back (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Five hundred racks what it cost to be exact
And it takes one mil', five hundred thousand racks (Yeah)
I ain't even take the Rolls-Royce truck back (Yeah, yeah)
Bought the new one with the stars and the wheelbase stretched
You can open up the door, but you ain't gotta close it back (Woo)
Everything electric, baby, everything a blessing (It's a blessing)
Keep a ring and a Rollie for your next bitch (Yeah)
Niggas riding round in Chargers tryna split shit (Slatt)
I been ridin' with a cutter, call it stick shift (Brr)
When I eat, I got a Goyard handkerchief (Yeah)
Keep lil' mama on her knees and her ankle lift (Facts)
I can get 'em knocked off without a finger lift | Rich Nigga Shit | 21 Savage |
[Intro]
Fuck her in my Rollie (21)
Fuck her in my Rollie
I'ma fuck her in my Rollie (My Rollie)
Fuck her in a Rover (Rover)
Fuck her in a Rover
I'ma fuck you in the Rover (21)
Bend the bitch over (Bend her over)
Bend the bitch over
I'ma bend the bitch over (Bend it over)
Fuck her on a sofa
Fuck her on a sofa
I'ma fuck her on the sofa (21)
(Metro Boomin want some more nigga)
[Chorus]
I smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on (Bling blaow)
I'm playin' with her kitty with my VVS rings on (21)
Shawty savin' hoes, told that boy put his cape on (21)
My partner down the road, I'm talkin' to him on Tango (F'real)
I put that bitch in a Porsche (Skrrt)
I bought that bitch a new Yorkie (Roof)
I scrapin' the bowl with the fork (Skrrt)
Scrapin' the bowl with the fork (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm fuckin' that bitch in my Vans (21)
I pull up and shoot at your mans (Pew)
You steal, I'ma cut off your hands
Independent, I don't need no advance
[Verse 1]
I'm in diamond district 'bout to buy a new watch (Rollie)
I'm fuckin' on a model and we ridin' a yacht (21)
They like, "Savage, boy you came a long way from that pot" (I did)
I'm still a street nigga, so I keep me a Glock (Pew, pew, pew)
I made it off the block, bitch, I beat the statistics
I told that bitch, "I got a bitch, so don't you leave me with hickeys" (You dig?)
Bitch, I'm on them Percs, got me twitchin' and itchin' (Twitchin')
Drinkin' all this syrup, I'm 'bout to fuck up my kidneys
Young Savage, I get high just like Bobby and Whitney (21)
And plus I'm rich, bitch, I ain't gon' need me no pension (Bitch)
I walk off in a room, I be feelin' the tension
I swear these niggas like hoes, all that whinin' and bitchin' (21)
[Verse 2]
I'ma count a lot of cash (Cash)
Smoke a lot of gas, I'ma count a lot of racks (Racks)
Walk around with straps (Gang)
Walk around with MACs, I'ma walk around with MACs (Blatt)
All my niggas blood (Blood)
All my niggas blatt, all my niggas blatt (Blatt, blatt)
All my niggas pull up on the scene in that motherfucker bloody, leave a pussy nigga whacked (21)
21 Gang (Gang), Slaughter Gang (Slaughter), Murder Gang (Murder)
PDE Magnolia thing (Paradise), you niggas can't hang with the gang (No, you can't)
You niggas can't walk 'round with chains (Nothin')
We snatchin' your chains, snatchin' your stain (21)
We snatchin' your main (21), fuck on your main (Your main)
She gon' fuck on the gang and kickin' her out (Kick her out)
Put that dick all in her mouth (Her mouth)
I just might fuck on your spouse (Spouse)
I just might nut on her blouse (Eugh)
Diamonds on me water, whew (Water)
I'm a dog, bitch, roof (Roof)
I got golds on my tooth (My teeth)
Twenty-four on my tooth (Karats)
Fuck her 'til that pussy loose (Loose)
'Bout my check, nigga, swoosh (Swoosh)
Strapped up in the booth (21)
Strapped up in the coupe (Coupe)
I'm strapped up in the club (Club)
I can't show these niggas love (21)
You a bum, you wearin' Lugs (Uh)
All my crips screamin' cuz (21, 21) | No Advance | 21 Savage |
[Intro]
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gonna shoot you
[Verse 1]
Spent a thousand dollars just to sip (Just to sip muddy)
Park that motherfucker in the V.I.P. (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I got that motherfucker on my hip (Chh-chh)
I'ma squeeze (Baow), I'ma squeeze (Baow)
We ain't really with all that internet shit (21)
We ain't really with that pretending and shit (21)
Come and get your bitch, she actin' friendly and shit
When I get inside that pussy, I be killin' that shit (Killin', killin')
[Chorus]
I'm in savage mode (Woah), I'm in savage mode (Woah)
I'm in savage mode (Woah), I'm in savage mode
I'm a savage on these hoes (Savage), savage on these hoes (Woah)
Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes (Woah)
I'm in savage mode (21), I'm in savage mode (Savage)
I'm in savage mode (Savage), I'm in savage mode
I'm a savage on these hoes (21), savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes
[Verse 2]
Cup, woah (Woah)
Muddy, yo (Yo)
Hit the yolk (Yolk)
Got the stick, woah (Brr)
Keep it on me, yah (Yah)
Knew you got it, yah (21)
One in the head, yah (Chh-chh)
Bitch, I fuckin' dare (I dare)
Nigga, I double-dare (I dare)
Why the fuck you stare? (Stare)
Pew, pew (Pew, pew), bet yo ass don't stare (21)
Red bottoms, yeah (Red)
Bitch, watch where you step (Bitch)
I'm in savage mode (Brr), cook a nigga like a chef (Brr)
Ain't no loyalty (21), these niggas all for self (Yeah)
All these fuckin' stripes (Stripes), I shoulda been a ref (Yeah-yeah)
[Verse 3]
All that backstabbin' turned me to a savage (Savage)
All that fuckin' krabbin' turned me to a savage (It did)
Racks inside the mattress turned me to a savage (Racks, racks)
I turned to a savage, bitch, I gotta have it (I gotta have it)
Fell asleep in science, I love mathematics (Countin' cash)
Bitch, I like to add, bitch, I like subtractin' (That countin' cash)
That chopper flip a nigga like he acrobatic (Pop, pop, pop)
He don't want no smoke, he don't want no static (Want no static)
I'm in savage mode, shit can get tragic (Yah)
I might toe tag him, I might body bag him (Woah, woah)
These bitches gettin' old, I already had 'em ('Ready had 'em)
She wanna live lavish, she don't meet my standards (21, 21)
[Outro]
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
I'm a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes
I'm in savage mode, I'm in savage mode
I'm in savage mode, I'm in savage mode
I'm a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes | Savage Mode | 21 Savage |
[Intro]
Issa Kylie, might be Jenner, hol' up
Let's fight about it, hol' up, she leave wit' the winner, hol' up
Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas
N-n-n-n-narcos
Wheezy Beatz
[Refrain]
Issa, issa, issa
Issa
Issa, issa, issa
Issa
[Verse 1]
Issa knife, dawg (Issa knife) I got stripes, dawg
What's in that Wraith, Savage? It's some white, dawg
It's some nose-wipe (Wipe), that's a slime (Slime)
Chopper singin' (Singin'), Ginuwine (Brrrrr)
I'm on Air One (Damn), issa nine (Nine)
On Gresham road (Gresham), all the time (Everytime)
I be cheatin' (Nah), she be cryin' (Cry)
She tell the truth, I be lyin' (I be lyin')
Issa paintin' (Bitch, that's art), half a ticket (Half a ticket)
Issa Kylie (Boss), might be Jenner, hol' up (Hol' up)
Issa jet (Phew), issa check (Check)
Issa savage (Issa savage), now she wet (Now she wet)
Issa Pyrex (Woo), I got crack (I got crinack)
Got a coolin' system, issa Tec (Thu thu thu thu thu)
If your bitch spend the night, issa sex (Slime)
If your watch ain't cost a hundred, it ain't shit (It ain't shit, slime)
[Verse 2]
Issa X (Lil' nigga), it's respect
If she don't check 'em (What she gon' do?), issa next (Next)
Issa slice (Slice), yes or not (Yes or no?)
Only one body (Only one body), issa squash (Hah)
I'm out the gutter, dawg, nigga, I'm real raw
Nigga I got real hitters (I got real hitters)
Issa gravedigger (Graves)
Nigga, I'm real raw (Real raw)
Issa babysitter (Ya dig?)
Oh, that's a real kiddie? (Real child?)
Nigga, that's a real stripper (Fool)
I see whiskers (Cat), he scared, issa pig (Issa pig)
Could've been had 'em, talk to Rika instead (yeah, yeah)
Tremendous pool, issa livin' room
We tigers in the streets, bitch, tycoon (Woop)
Nigga, issa Patek, nigga, issa necklace (Patek)
Nigga, issa knife, came for a slice (Came for a what?)
Better get right (Fool), nigga get diced (Slime god)
Never tell the truth, issa lie (On God)
[Verse 3]
Issa 21 (Young savage), issa Jeff (Issa Jeffery)
Issa profit, dawg (Big racks), issa net (Got it on score)
I watched you go sell four million, issa stretch (Issa, issa)
You gave somethin' to the cops, issa sketch (Issa picture)
Issa drawin' (It's Picasso), issa foreign (Foreign, skrrrrt)
This look fun (this looks fun), that looks borin' (That looks dumb)
Girl, stop textin' me so much, issa 'nnoying (Bitch, stop texting me)
Issa bloody LaFerrari, issa fortune (Skrrt skrrrrrt)
[Verse 4]
Issa duffle bag (Duffle), issa Goyard (Goyard)
That's a pump fake (Oops), this a whole car (Whole car)
Issa VVS (VVS), and it's swimmin' (Swimmin')
I'm a gang banger (Gang), I'm lieutenant
Issa Thugger, issa lieutenant
Boy with all the fuckery, issa menace
Tell me your target, tell me your bargain
Please don't scream, it's an arson
Issa Rolls Royce (Skrrt, skrrt) and it's tinted (Skrrt, skrrt)
Spent your bank account (On God) at the dentist
Issa a Bentley (Skrrt, skrrt), it ain't rented (Hell nah)
Issa diss song, now they missin' (Tried to tell 'em)
Issa brown bag, issa blue cash
Issa coup that's fast, issa green Xan
Issa moshpit, issa bandana
Issa Taliban, Alexander McQueen
[Verse 5]
Issa 40 (Forty, shorty), issa 30 (Thirty, thirty)
Issa Dessy (Issa Dessy), y'all not ready (Y'all ain't ready)
Issa nail polish (Issa nail polish), bitch, I'm petty (The most)
Issa ton of these (Issa ton), Six God heavy (Six God heavy, ayy)
Issa YSL (Slime), issa PDE (Slime)
That's my old ting (That's my old ting), issa TBT (Hah)
Issa tax bracket (Tax bracket), issa Stoney jacket (Stoney jacket)
World is mine now (World is miiiine), it's on Tony status (It's on Tony status)
[Verse 6]
Nigga, don't argue (Argue), nigga, you pardoned (Pardoned)
Nigga, gon' harm you (Harm you), nigga, we heartless (Heartless)
And I got a 'Rari ('Rari), and I got a Harley (And I got a Harley)
And I got Saint Laurent (I got Saint Laurent) on my garments (On my garments)
Issa 21, issa rat, issa pump, issa killer
Issa pistol, iss' dismissal, issa kiss, if we catch her, yes, we kissed her
Iss' dismissal, iss' dismiss you, issa pistol, issa spillin'
Issa spillin', issa I'm bigger, issa (Woah)
Issum killers, issum hitters, issa hit 'em with some missiles
Issa (Shit), issa (Gotta hit 'em), issa fuck it, issa fuck 'em
Issa fuck 'em, issa bust 'em, issa truck 'em, issa fuck 'em
Issa buck 'em, issa just don't cuff 'em, 21
[Refrain]
Issa, issa, issa, issa, issa
Issa, issa... Issa
Issa, issa, issa... Issa
Issa, issa, issa... Issa
[Outro]
Issa... slight problem, niggas poppin' like some popcorn, nigga
Hit your bitch with my socks on, nigga (Now they turnt)
Issa, issa, issa knife, lil' nigga
Know some hitters out the 9th, lil' nigga | Issa | 21 Savage |
[Verse 1]
(Hahaha)
I can show you how to fit an M in a duffel
Show you how to fit a hundred bags in a duffel
Went and bought a Demon, nigga, just to burn rubber
Bitch, you bad as fuck, I might just hit you with no rubber
On that Slaughter Gang shit, bitch, we knife talking
Nigga, I ain't making no diss songs, we be white chalking
All my niggas dogs and we like to bite, don't it?
Glock 30 .45 with the mic on it
Going brazy, niggas think I need a psych, don't it
If I can't finesse 'em I'ma put the pipe on 'em
Niggas pussy, they can't wait to turn to mice on ya
12 catch ya, they gon' put the blue lights on ya
(Hahaha)
[Chorus]
Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas
Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga?
You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger
I call it KKK 'cause my choppa hate niggas
Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas
Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga?
You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger
I call it KKK 'cause my choppa hate niggas
(Hahaha)
[Verse 2]
You do a lot of talking, nigga, not me
Do a lot of walking, nigga, that's me
Finna open up a morgue, all this damn beef
Choppa with the sword, Game of Thrones, .223
Max out, Tee Tay down the road, finna max out
Late night, pullin' in the 'partments, all the straps out
Straps out, make the wrong move, get clapped out
Don't you think I'm slippin' just because a nigga rap now
Got a hoodie, man, I'm the boogie man
We on that bullshit, man, walk around with Uzis, man
This a Mulsanne, not a Mustang
Let the 30 hang, nigga, I'm so gang
(Hahaha)
[Chorus]
Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas
Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga?
You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger
I call it KKK 'cause my choppa hate niggas
Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas
Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga?
You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger
I call it KKK 'cause my choppa hate niggas
[Outro]
Nightmare on Elm Street
It's a Nightmare on Elm Street
A Nightmare on Elm Street
Feel like Jason, Friday 13th
Hockey mask with the .223
It's a Nightmare on Elm Street
A Nightmare on Elm Street | My Choppa Hate Niggas | 21 Savage |
[Skit]
Damn, you gotta go get somethin' to eat, man
I'm hungrier than a motherfucker, man
Ayo, man
Damn, what's takin' homie so long, son?
50, calm down, man, he coming
Ah (Oh, what the fuck?)
Ah, son, pull off, pull off
[Intro]
Many men wish death upon me
Blood in my eye, dog, and I can't see
I'm tryin' to be what I'm destined to be
And niggas tryin' to take my life away (Come on)
I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin' with me
My back on the wall, now you gon' see
Better watch how you talk when you talk about me
'Cause I'll come and take your life away
[Chorus]
Many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord, I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
[Verse 1]
Now man, these pussy niggas puttin' money on my head
Go on and get your refund, motherfucker, I ain't dead
I'm the diamond in the dirt that ain't been found
I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, somethin' special happened every time
I'm the greatest, somethin' like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles, I've been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble, show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper, nigga, go 'head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around, gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
'Til I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
[Chorus]
Many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord, I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
[Verse 2]
Sunny days wouldn't be special if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't for pain
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This is for my niggas on the block twistin' trees in cigars
For the niggas on lock doin' life behind bars
I don't say, "Only God can judge me," 'cause I see things clear
Crooked-ass crackers will give my Black ass a hundred years
I'm like Paulie in GoodFellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die, homie? (Homie)
[Verse 3]
Every night I talk to God, but he don't say nothin' back
I know he protectin' me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas keep pullin' TECs on me
Psychic says some bitch done put a hex on me
The feds didn't know much when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me Tut got knocked
I ain't gon' spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate, nigga? You can't read between the lines?
In the Bible, it says what goes around, comes around
Hommo shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now it's clear that I'm here for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fuckin' breathin' | Many Men (Wish Death) | 50 Cent |
[Produced by Dr. Dre & Mike Elizondo]
[Intro]
Go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, shawty, it's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardí like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday
[Chorus]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
[Verse 1]
When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs (Uh-huh)
When I roll twenty deep, it's twenty nines in the club (Yeah)
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, then the hoes, they wanna fuck (Woo)
Look homie, ain't nothin' changed, hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the cut, hey, nigga, roll that weed up (Roll that)
If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp
Been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp (I'm aight)
In the hood in L.A., they sayin', "50, you hot" (Uh-huh)
They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love Pac
But holla in New York, the niggas'll tell you I'm loco (Yeah)
And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (Uh-huh)
I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind
Got a mil' out the deal and I'm still on the grind (Woo)
Now shawty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (Uh-huh)
Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go (Okay)
[Chorus]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed (Rubbed)
[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look, nigga, I done came up and I ain't changed (What? What? Yeah)
[Verse 2]
And you should love it way more than you hate it
Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it (Woo)
I'm that cat by the bar toastin' to the good life
You that faggot-ass nigga tryna pull me back, right?
When my joint get to bumpin' in the club, it's on
I wink my eye at your bitch, if she smiles, she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talkin' about money, homie, I ain't concerned
I'ma tell you what Banks told me, "Cuz, go 'head, switch the style up
If niggas hate, then let 'em hate, and watch the money pile up"
Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub'
They know where we fuckin' be
[Chorus]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed (Hahahaha)
[Outro]
Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither, nigga
We in the club all the time, nigga, so pop, pop off, nigga
G-Unit | In da Club | 50 Cent |
[Intro]
New York City
You are now rockin'
With 50 Cent
You gotta love it
[Verse 1]
I just wanna chill and twist the lye
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me crazy, shorty, I
Need to see you and feel you next to me
I provide everything you need, and I
Like your smile, I don't want to see you cry
Got some questions that I got to ask
And I hope you can come up with the answers, babe
[Chorus]
Girl, it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl, it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
[Verse 2]
If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me?
If I didn't smell so good, would you still hug me?
If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century
Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?
If I went back to a hooptie from a Benz
Would you poof and disappear like some of my friends?
If I was hit and I was hurt, would you be by my side?
If it was time to put in work, would you be down to ride?
I get out and peel a nigga cap, chill and drive
I'm askin' questions to find out how you feel inside
If I ain't rap 'cause I flip burgers at Burger King
Would you be ashamed to tell your friends you're feelin' me?
In the bed, if I used my tongue, would you like that?
If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back?
Now, we could have a little drink, you know, a nightcap
And we could go do what you like, I know you like that (Like that)
[Verse 3]
Now would you leave me if your father found out I was thuggin'?
Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm lovin'?
Are you mad 'cause I'm askin' you twenty-one questions?
Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl, you a blessing
Do you trust me enough to tell me your dreams?
I'm starin' at you, tryna figure how you got in them jeans
If I was down, would you say things to make me smile?
I'll treat you how you want to be treated, just teach me how
If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see
And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me
Would you believe me, or up and leave me?
How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone?
We only humans, girl, we make mistakes
To make it up, I'll do whatever it take
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style, I say anything to make you smile
[Outro]
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask twenty-one questions and they all about us
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask twenty-one questions and they all about us | 21 Questions | 50 Cent |
[Chorus]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P (Now, shawty)
[Verse 1]
Now, shawty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
An hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar, tryna get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga tryna holler 'cause I want some head
I'm that nigga tryna holler 'cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see
You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P
[Chorus]
I don't know what you heard about me (Woo)
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
[Bridge]
I'm 'bout my money, you see, girl, you can holler at me
If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch, I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me if you curious to see
How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
[Verse 2]
Girl, we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl, we could have it all
We could really splurge, girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve 'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch
[Verse 3]
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holler at a ho 'til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me? I got on gator shoes
I'm shoppin' for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man, this ho, you can have her when I'm done, I ain't gon' keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin' know
This ain't no secret, you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch, choose on me, I'll have you strippin' in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Niki my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your ho out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
'Cause I need four TVs and AMGs for the six
Ho, make a pimp rich, I ain't payin', bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit (Trick)
[Chorus]
I don't know what you heard about me (Yeah)
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (Woo)
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see (Uh-huh)
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me (Uh-huh)
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (Yeah)
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
[Outro]
Yeah
In Hollywood they say, "There's no business like show business"
In the hood they say, "There's no business like ho business," you know?
They say I talk a little fast, but if you listen a lil' faster, I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch
Ha-ha-ha
Yeah | P.I.M.P. | 50 Cent |
[Intro]
Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy, right? (Hahaha)
I owe you for this one
[Chorus]
I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on (Yeah)
You can stunt if you want and your ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long (Yeah)
If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong (It's 50)
[Verse 1]
I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
Destination heaven, sit and politic with passengers from 9/11 (Yeah)
The Lord's blessings leave me lyrically inclined (Uh-huh)
Shit, I ain't even got to try to shine (Woo)
God's the seamstress that tailor-fitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain, I could spit at your dame
Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook
50 fear no man, warrior, swing swords like Conan
Picture me, pen in hand, writin' lines knowin' The Source'll quote it
When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter?
I caught cases, I copped out, does that make me a quitter?
In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel
Lookin' for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut
If I get shot today, my phone'll stop ringin' again
These industry niggas ain't friends, they know how to pretend
[Chorus]
I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on (Yeah)
You can stunt if you want and your ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long (Yeah)
If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong (It's 50)
I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on (Yeah)
You can stunt if you want and your ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long (Yeah)
If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong (It's 50)
[Post-Chorus]
You've been patiently waitin' to make it through all the hatin'
Debatin' whether or not you can even weather the storm
And as you lay on the table, they operatin' to save you
It's like an angel came to you, sent from the heavens above
[Verse 2]
They think they're crazy, but they ain't crazy, let's face it, shit, basically
They're just playin' sick, they ain't shit, they ain't sayin' shit, spray 'em, 50
A to the K, get in the way, I'll bring Dre and them with me
And turn this day into fuckin' mayhem, you stayin' with me?
Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryna confuse you
When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu
You get the message? Am I gettin' through to you?
You know what's comin'? You motherfuckers don't even know, do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix 'em up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot
The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not
It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot
You put your life in this, nothin' like survivin' a shot
Y'all know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this dot
Shit, what you know about death threats? 'Cause I get a lot
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
Some cowards fucked with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children (Woo), it's nuclear showers
There's nothin' spookier, you're now about to witness the power of fuckin' 50
[Bridge]
If the gun squad hearin' all the shots go off
It's 50, they say it's 50
See a nigga laid out with his fuckin' top blown off
It's 50, man, that wasn't 50, don't holla my name
[Verse 3]
You know you shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house (Yeah)
And if you got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouth
'Cause I'll break your face (Uh-huh)
Have your ass runnin', mumblin' to the jake
You goin' against me, dawg, you're makin' a mistake
I'll split ya, leave you lookin' like the Michael Jackson jackets with all them zippers
I'm the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper (Uh-huh)
The way I turn the money over, you should call me flipper (Flipper)
Your bitch a regular bitch, you callin' her wifey
I fucked and feed her fast food, you keepin' her icy
I'm down to sell records, but not my soul
Snoop said this in '94, "We don't love them hoes"
I got pennies for my thoughts, now I'm rich
See the twenties spinnin' lookin' mean on the 6
Niggas wearin' flags 'cause the colors match they clothes
They get caught in the wrong hood and filled up with holes, motherfucker | Patiently Waiting | 50 Cent |
[Intro]
Yeah, uh-huh
So seductive
[Chorus]
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head, girl, don't you stop
Keep goin' 'till you hit the spot, woah
I'll take you to the candy shop (Yeah)
Boy, one taste of what I got (Uh-huh)
I'll have you spendin' all you got (Come on)
Keep goin' 'til you hit the spot, woah
[Verse 1]
You could have it your way, how do you want it?
You gon' back that thing up or should I push up on it?
Temperature risin', okay, let's go to the next level
Dance floor jam-packed, hot as a tea kettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby, it's simple
If you be a nympho, I be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin' you 'bout how sprung I got you
Wanna show me you could work it, baby? No problem
Get on top, then get to bounce around like a low rider
I'm a seasoned vet when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat, you could play with the stick
I'm tryin' to explain, baby, the best way I can
I'll melt in your mouth, girl, not in your hand, ha-ha
[Chorus]
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head, girl, don't you stop
Keep goin' 'til you hit the spot, woah
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy, one taste of what I got
I'll have you spendin' all you got
Keep goin' 'til you hit the spot, woah
[Post-Chorus]
Girl, what we do (What we do)
And where we do (And where we do)
The things we do (Things we do)
Are just between me and you, yeah (Oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
Give it to me, baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in a rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
'Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door, she get to pullin' on my zipper
It's like it's a race, who could get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic, how erotic it is to watch her in thongs?
Had me thinkin' 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touched the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she whine
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
Long as she ain't stoppin', homie, I ain't stoppin'
Drippin' wet with sweat, man, it's on and poppin'
On my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle, it's on
And we gon' sip 'til every bubble in every bottle is gone
[Chorus]
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head, girl, don't you stop
Keep goin' 'til you hit the spot, woah
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy, one taste of what I got
I'll have you spendin' all you got
Keep goin' 'til you hit the spot, woah
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head, girl, don't you stop
Keep goin' 'til you hit the spot, woah
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy, one taste of what I got
I'll have you spendin' all you got
Keep goin' 'til you hit the spot, woah | Candy Shop | 50 Cent |
[Chorus]
My, yeah, yeah, mmm
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion, like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try, yeah
[Verse 1]
Yeah, '03, I went from quite filthy to filthy rich
Man, their emotions change, so I can never trust a bitch
I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit
Right in my face, so Game and Buck both can suck a dick
Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other shit
‘Cause I'm not writin' anymore, they not makin' hits
I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned
If money's evil, look at all the evil I done earned
I'm doin' what I'm supposed to
I'm a writer, I'm a fighter, entrepreneur
Fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver—what's it to ya?
The track I lace it, it's better than basic
This is my recovery, my comeback, kid
[Chorus]
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion, like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try, yeah
[Verse 2]
While you were sippin' your own Kool-Aid gettin' your buzz heavy
I was in the fuckin' shed, sharpenin' my machete
Sippin' on some of that revenge juice, gettin' my taste buds ready
To wolf down this spaghetti or should I say this spa-get-even?
I think you fuckin' meatballs keep on just forgettin'
Thought he was finished, motherfucker, it's only the beginnin'
He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', fuck who he's offendin'! (Yeah!)
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plugged in the
Motherfuckin' wall with 3000 volts of electricity
Now take the other end of 'em, then plug them motherfuckers-in-each
One of your eye sockets 'cause I thought you might finally fuckin' see
That'll teach you to go voicin' your cocksuckin' opinion to me
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit, fuck lettin'
Up! You’re gonna end up regrettin' you ever betted against me
Feels like I'ma snap any minute
Yeah, it's happenin' again
And I'm thinkin' about just sayin', "Motherfuck everybody that's up in this bitch but 50!"
‘Cause this is all I know
This is why so hard I go
I swear to God I put my heart and soul
In this more than anybody knows
I'm trapped, so all I do is rap
But every time I rap I'm more trapped
And I rap myself right to this bubble
Oh I guess it's bubble wrap (Haha)
It's like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis
Christ, how was I supposed to know shit would turn up like it did?
Feels like I'm goin' psycho again (Ch, ch, ch, ch)
And I might just blow my lid
Shit, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
‘Cause I'm runnin' in circles with—
[Verse 3]
I haven't been this fuckin' confused since I was a kid
Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did
Maybe this is for me, maybe
Maybe I'm supposed to go crazy
Maybe I'll do it 3 A.M. in the morning like Shady
Psycho killer, Michael Myers
I'm on fire like a lighter
Try to say this ain't classic, get yo' ass kicked mad quick
Wrap your head up in plastic
Pussy, now pick the casket
Dirt nap with the maggots, it's tragic
It's sad, it's never gonna end
Now we number one again
With that frown on your face and your heart full of hate
Accept it, respect it, this a gift God-given
Like the air in the lungs of every fuckin' thing livin'
[Chorus]
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion, like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) | My Life | 50 Cent |
[Intro]
Woo, yeah
It's 50 AKA Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a lot of livin' to do 'fore I die
And I ain't got time to waste
Let's make it
[Refrain]
You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin'
We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
[Verse 1]
You ain't a friend of mine (Yeah!), you ain't no kin of mine (C'mon!)
What makes you think that I won't run up on you with a .9? (Uh-huh)
We do this all the time (What?), right now we on the grind (Yeah)
So hurry up and cop and go, we sellin' nicks and dimes (Uh-huh)
Shorty, she so fine, I gotta make her mine
An ass like that gotta be one of a kind (Woo)
I crush 'em every time, punch 'em with every line
I'm fuckin' with they mind, I make 'em press rewind
They know they can't shine if I'm around to rhyme
Been on parole since '94 'cause I commit the crime
I send you my line, I did a three-to-nine
The Ds ran up in my crib, you know who droppin' dimes
[Chorus]
You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin'
We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership, but you don't never cop nothin'
You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin'
You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin'
We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin'
You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin'
[Verse 2]
Damn, homie
In high school you was the man, homie, the fuck happened to you?
I got the sickest vendetta when it come to the cheddar (Uh-huh)
Nigga, you play with my paper, you gon' meet my Beretta
Now shorty think I'ma sweat her (Uh-huh), sippin' on Amaretto (Yeah)
I might hit once, then dead her, I know I can do better
She look good, but I know she after my cheddar
She tryin' to get in my pockets, homie, and I ain't gon' let her
Be easy, start some bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
We in the club doin' the same old two-step
Guerrilla Unit, cuz, they say we bugged out
'Cause we don't go nowhere without toast, we thugged out
[Verse 3]
Me, I'm no mobster, me, I'm no gangsta
Me, I'm no hitman (Yeah), me, I'm just me, me
Me, I'm no wanksta, me, I'm no actor
But it's me you see on your TV
'Cause I hustle, baby, this rap shit is so easy
I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy (Woo)
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
When you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
Niggas sayin' they gon' murk 50, how?
We ridin' 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
What you know about AKs and AR-15s
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and inf-beams, huh?
[Chorus]
You say you gangsta, but you never pop nothin'
We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin'
You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin'
You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin'
We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin'
You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin'
[Outro]
Aha
Damn, homie | Wanksta | 50 Cent |
[Produced by Sonny Digital]
[Intro]
I came in the world cryin' and fussin'
Nigga, we ain't have nothin'
Every ghetto I know the same
We trying to make a little change
Preacher man come around talkin'
I don't wanna hear it, keep walkin'
I'ma put the powder in the pot
Whip it 'till I'm pullin' off a lot
Imagine when I pull it off the lot (Sunny Digital)
New shit come without a top
Once I'm on I ain't never gon' stop
Bitch, I'm on, I ain't never gon' stop
[Interlude]
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
[Verse 1]
Aye, came in the game gettin' money
Flippin' chickens, whip it, gettin' money
Niggas get to playin' with the money
Clique bang for the money
Shit changed over money
They love to see a nigga on the bottom
Catch it coming, gotta keep it on the low
A nigga plug bless a nigga with a whole
Wanna break the bitch down into 36 O's
Looky here, bitch, I'm A-okay
Shorty wanna fuck with me
Stripping, yeah, the jiggy, nigga
Lady, she gon' hit my line
We ain't gon' waste no time
She sucking and we fucking like she need me
While she make a bankroll easy
All the light in the room from the T.V
We gettin' it on then I'm gone
It's the type of shit that a nigga be on
[Pre-Chorus]
Too much on my mind right now
I'm on the grind right now
Looking for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now
I got my nine right now
Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now
I ain't fucking around right now
Better get in line right now
Or fuck around and die right now
Hope you understand that
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
[Verse 2]
I'm a bonafide grade A hustler
A1, day 1, they can't touch us
Nigga like me, I be with the shit
Try and stick me I'ma get you hit
Yeah, you know just how I get down
Bad bitches around, they smoking and they drinking
And I'm thinking it can all work out
Seen your bitch back blown out
It's never nothing personal, believe me
I fuck around, your bitch don't wanna leave me
She talking 'bout takin' flights tonight when I'm out of town
Not around, she want me to fly in to put it down
It's nothing to a real nigga, had that ass flying in first class
'Cause you seem to be regular, she don't want nothing regular
Turn me on when she talk Spanish, that fat ass
You know I wanna get with it, so lady let's get it | I’m the Man | 50 Cent |
[Intro]
Yeah, uh-huh
[Chorus]
They don't do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the shit we on (We on, we on)
Everything new
Spikes on the Louboutins ('Boutins, 'boutins)
[Verse 1]
I'm 'round the bullshit like a matador
I'm used to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak nigga break down
So what you want, the cheese or the cheeks?
You want the cheeks but she want the cheese, a bitch gotta eat
I'm havin' the epiphany, you niggas ain't shit to me
Worse than the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a Southside nigga, yeah, I'm 'bout mine
You be that next nigga coroners come outline
You ain't made of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum bitch, her shoes come from Bakers
You counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?
[Chorus]
We on now, we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pulling down the top
Shine's on, stuntin', and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the Glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, I'll make it pop
Y'all don't do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the shit we on (We on, we on)
Everything new
Spikes on the Louboutins ('Boutins, 'boutins)
We up, nigga
[Verse 2]
Visualize everything I needed and dream (Uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that had a scheme (What else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in the bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up (Woah)
Charity work, parking tickets and no charges (Oh)
Fuck nigga, you fucked over your father
When he gave you a dick, should've been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first million fucking dollars
Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and binocular
I'm scared, this shit don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer
Debating on, "Should I fuck or jump on her single?"
Twenty thou', she got a hell of an adlib
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot
[Verse 3]
Good pussy for dinner, b-bomb kush for breakfast
D colored VS stones around my neck, bitch
It feels like a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bullseye, that's what we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the game, boy
I should've sent the broad to report what's in the yard
Aloof livin', I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame
[Verse 4]
'Round the world tourin', the city got boring
Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans
Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange
Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses
Living life with no worries
My gun got a Zodiac sign, it's a Taurus
Don't make it slam on you like Amar'e
M-Zone Rida Gang end the story
Oops, that's your baby, my bad, I'm sorry
She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury
Everything you aren't, fly nigga soaring
Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari
You so special, bedroom or restroom
Just keep performing, go girl
About to film a movie, guess who's starring | We Up | 50 Cent |
[Intro]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, Southside
Now what y'all niggas know about the dirty South?
One time
[Chorus]
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again just to stay on top
I recall memories, filled with sin
Over and over again, and again (And again and again)
[Verse 1]
Yo, when you hear talk of the Southside, you hear talk of the Team
See niggas feared Prince and respected 'Preme
For all you slow motherfuckers, I'ma break it down iller
See Preme was the business man and Prince was the killer
Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh-huh
His hair'll get you seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
They rolled with E-Z Wider then, they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects working for 50 on 500
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack, I used to idolize Cat
Hurt me to my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pap
How he go out like that?
Rumors in the hood was Just was snitching
I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSXR
Had the 4-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood dragging jet skis
From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be surprised
Of how freely I throw out names of guys who dealt with pies
Like L.A. and Wise, L got shot in the neck, then told his connect
Them niggas who shot them got 'em for ten bricks
Fucking Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks
[Verse 2]
That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Qu'ran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Bimmy and Joe
And Prince and Righteous from Hillside with the mole on his nose
Throughout my struggles in the hood, I started learning
Life's a bitch with a pretty face, but she burning
Man, I'ma get cheese like Chaz then run through whips like Cigar
Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tah-Tah
Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facing
Go against crews like Bebo and killers like Pappy Mason
A lot of niggas I know been corrupted since birth
Types to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
I know some cats that held down whole complexes like Corley Wall
Together niggas stand and divided they fall
Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion
Come around here with your Rollie, you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had Laurelton sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louis Vuitton interior
Might sound like I'm fantasizing, but, son, I'm dead serious
Montana was no dummy, brought business to wash the money
Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asians
Feds couldn't catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion
[Verse 3]
Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about, yo
The twins was from Queens but got crazy cream with Alpo
Throughout my time, I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy
Jamaican Pauly, Duckie Corley, Ronnie Bumps and Chick, shit
A lot of niggas flow the way I flow
But ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know
Writing rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Coming up, I heard sipping too much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch the news, you see players in this game, they lose
I'm forgetting Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
Head Luc, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags
In a conversation over shrimp and lobster at Benihana's
Heard Chico stopped boxing, and started robbing diners
Shout out to Clarence and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the flow don't kill you, the MAC will | Ghetto Qu’ran (Forgive Me) | 50 Cent |
[Sample]
Like the fire needs the air
I won't burn unless you're there, you're there
Ooh, I need you
Like the fire needs the air
I won't burn unless you're there, you're there
Ooh, I need you
[Intro - over Sample]
Yeah, I need you, I need you to hate
So I can use you for your energy
You know, it's real shit, feel this
[Verse 1]
America got a thing for this gangster shit, they love me
Black Chukkas, black skully, leather Pelle Pelle
I tag SPIT over Ramo's shit, I'm a vandal
Got that silver duct tape on my trey-eight handle
The women in my life bring confusion and shit
So like Nino in "New Jack," I holla "Cancel that bitch!"
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggas around me so cold, man my heart done froze
I built an empire on the low, the NARC's don't know
I'm the weatherman, I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the do'
O after O, you know?
Homie, I'm just triple beam, dreaming, niggas be scheming
I fiend to live the good life, the fiends are just fiendin'
Conceal my weapon nice and neat so you can't see
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me
[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (Hustle)
Nigga, you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine
And I'll buck you (Buck you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga, fuck you (Fuck you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (Hustle)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I don't know shit about gymnastics, I somersault bricks
And black talons start flying when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me
Man my co-d's call me Chef Boyar-50
Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in they weed, shit
Send me them seeds, I'll grow them what they need
Them ain't Chia pet plants in the crib, that's chronic
And I'm selling them for 500 a pop, goddamn it
I sell anything, I'm a hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes, put it in water and tell you it's wine
If you analyze me, what you will find
Is the DNA of a crook and what goes on in my mind
Is contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If rap was the block or a spot, I'd be that potent product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me wherever that dope be
Getting money man
[Verse 3]
It's the Hustler's Ambition, close your eyes, listen see my vision
Mossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin'
The drama means nothing, it's part of the game
Catch me in the coupé switching lanes or in the jeweler switching chains
I upgrade from dirty "BS" to clean VS
Rocks that I copped from proceeds from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Play the curb and get nauseous, watching the spinners spin
I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite your ass out to my estate
Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape
Pour Cristal in the blender, make a protein shake
I'm like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hefner'll tell you he ain't got shit on me
The feds watch me, icey, they can't stop me
Racist, pointing at me, "Look at Niggaraci" - hello | Hustler’s Ambition | 50 Cent |
[Chorus]
They say this is a big, rich town
I just come from the poorest part
Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
This is where it goes down
I just happen to come up hard
Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it
[Verse 1]
I never took a straight path nowhere, life's full of twist and turns
Bumps and bruises, I live, I learn
I'm from that city full of yellow cabs and skyscrapers
It's hard to get a start in these parts without paper
Homie, I grew up in hell, a block away from heaven
That corner every 15 minutes they moving seven
Pure snow, bag it then watch it go
Occupational options, get some blow or some hoes
Shoot the ball or the strap, learn to rap or to jack
Fuck it, man, in the mean time go ahead and pump a pack
This my regal royal flow, my James Bond bounce
That 007, that 62 on my count
I'm a undercover liar, I lie under the covers
Look a bitch in the eyes and tell her ''baby, I love it''
You're my inspiration, you're my motivation
You're the reason that I'm moving it with no hesitation
[Verse 2]
I gotta hustle through the hustle and bust while I make a move
Manuever around the rats and wolves, I'm from the school
Of hard knocks, shots pop, bodies drop
Graveyard, pick a block cause niggas want your spots
I'm trying to stack shit then I go legit
Hollow tip, stuff 'em in a clip case niggas trip
My cocaine endeavours give me corporate ties
I'm supposed to lose, watch me win against the odds
All I got is my word, balls and my instinct
I'm trying to make it, we already made it my friends think
We already on top, I got a bigger plan
No more controlled substances or hand to hand
White collar visions, game changing mission
Big risks, big wins, equal bigger living
Perfect position, watch me transition
From caterpillar to butterfly in the sky | Big Rich Town | 50 Cent |
[Intro]
Ohh!
The top feel so much better than the bottom
So much better
[Chorus]
Nigga, you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga, you's a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Nigga, you's a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
Nigga, you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Verse 1]
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm filthy
It's funny how niggas get to screw-facin' at me
Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from
So I don't cruise through nobody hood without my gun
They know the kid ain't goin' for all that bullshit
Try and stick me, I'ma let off a full clip
It ain't my fault you don' fucked up your re-up
At the dice game, who told you put a G up?
Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right
But when I come around y'all niggas better act right
When we got the tops, down, you can hear the systems thump
Nigga, when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
Shut your block, down, quick to put a hole in a chump
Nigga, when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
[Verse 2]
Niggas love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at LAX and I hop in
Now when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off
After that five hour flight from New York
I start spittin' G at a bitch like a pimp, mane
Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang."
She can bring the lingerie wit her, I sup-pose
Then we can go from fully dressed to just havin' no clothes
Then she can run and tell her best friend 'bout my sex game
Then her best friend could potentially be next, mane
Listen mane, shit, changed, I came up, I'm doin' my thang
Homie, I'm holdin', holdin', holdin'
Oh shit, mane, the store owner watchin' you
'Fore somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen | Window Shopper | 50 Cent |
[Intro]
Yeah
Haha, yeah
Yeah
[Chorus]
If I can't do it, homie
It can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop, I'ma take it to the top
For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby)
[Verse 1]
I apply pressure to pussies, they stunt and I pop (Yeah)
Stand alone squeezing my pistol, I'm sure that I got 'em (Uh-huh)
Now, Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop nines (Brrat)
Tell niggas get they money right, 'cause I got mine (Uh-huh)
And I'm around, quit playing, nigga, you can't shine (Woo)
You gon' be that next chump to end up in the trunk
After being hit by the pump, is that what you want?
Be easy, nigga, I'll lay your ass out
Believe me, nigga, that's what I'm about
Gangsta, you could find a nigga sitting on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone (Yeah)
[Chorus]
If I can't do it, homie
It can't be done
Now, I'ma let the champagne bottle pop, I'ma take it to the top
For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby)
[Verse 2]
I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth, so smack him (Woo)
You holding a strap, he might come back, so clap him (Yeah)
React like a gangsta, or die like a gangsta for acting (C'mon)
'Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be asking, "What happened?"
Oh no, look who crept in with the .44
Twenty-inch rims sitting on low-pros (Uh-huh)
East side, west side, niggas know, yo, I'm loco (Yeah)
Even my mama said something really wrong with my brain
Niggas don't rob me, they know I'm down to die for my chain
G-Unit (Yeah), we get it popping in the hood
G-Unit (Yeah), motherfucker, what's good?
I'm waiting on niggas to act like they don't know how to act (Uh-huh)
After sippin' too much Jack, I'll blow 'em off the map
With the MAC, thinking it's all rap
'Til that ass get clapped and Doc say, "It's a wrap" (It's a wrap, nigga)
[Chorus]
If I can't do it, homie
It can't be done
Now, I'ma let the champagne bottle pop (Uh-huh), I'ma take it to the top
For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby)
[Verse 3]
I invented how to teach lessons to slow learners
Go ahead, act up, get smacked in the head with the burner (Ah)
I don't fight fair, I'm dirty, dirty
I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga, you heard me? (Yeah)
When the streetlights come on, niggas blast the nines (Uh-huh)
Get locked up, then read books to pass the time (Woo)
In the game, there's ups and downs, so I stay on the grind
Niggas on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind
There ain't nothing they could do to stop my shine (Uh-uh)
This is God's plan, homie, this ain't mine
I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance
And Grandma always gotta throw in her two cents
I'm the dropout who made more money than his teachers
Roofless like the coupe, but I come with more features
I am what I am, you can like it or love it
It feels good to blow fifty grand and think nothing of it, fuck it
[Chorus]
If I can't do it, homie
It can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop, I'ma take it to the top
For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby)
If I can't do it, homie
It can't be done (Haha)
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop, I'ma take it to the top (Yeah)
For sure I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby)
[Outro]
Uh-huh
I'ma make it hot
Dr. Dre, Aftermath
Shady, haha | If I Can’t | 50 Cent |
[Intro]
Woo
Yeah
G-G-G-G-G-Unit (G-Unit)
Haha
[Chorus]
It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely, 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go, both coasts with toast
East side, west side, I hold that MAC down
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down
Next time you in the hood and see a OG
You ask about me, the young boy don't back down
[Verse 1]
Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existin', little nigga, now listen (Yeah)
Your mammy, your pappy, that bitch you chasin'
Your little dirty-ass kids, I'll fucking erase 'em
Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard (Yeah)
Knowing that if you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard (Ah)
You's a Pop Tart, sweetheart, you soft in the middle (Haha)
I eat you for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace
And your boss is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his life to be Suge
You can buy cars, but can't buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectful 'cause to me you're a mystery
I know niggas from your hood, you have no history (Uh-huh)
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, nigga stop fronting
Jay put you on, X made you hot
Now you run around like you some big shot, haha (Haha), pussy
[Verse 2]
"The rap game is all fucked up now, what are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja little punk ass thinking out loud
South side 'til I die, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game, shawty, to rule and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound like the Cookie Monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggas, they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggas in the background
You're never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah or Crack Child
Them niggas there just suck, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say they like them in the hood
I'm back, better than ever, on top of my game
Even them country boys saying, "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now y'all stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York City's own bad guy (Bad guy)
[Verse 3]
I ain't gon' tell nobody you pussy
I ain't gon' tell nobody you getting extorted (Nah, it ain't over, G-Unit)
I've been patiently waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent Show"
This is my life, my pain, my knife, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep, I'm a nightmare, huh?
You hired cops to hold you down 'cause you fear for your life
But you done heard about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I done told you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' soldier, nigga (They not gon' like you)
I know, I know, haha (G-Unit)
[Outro]
Oh no, he didn't say anything about Ja, okay?
Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody
And y'all know big thangs come in small packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came back into the picture
They better not put they hands on Jeffrey, okay?
'Cause first of all, they do not know that I am a twelve degree pink belt, okay?
I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery, okay?
'Cause, see, they don't know me, Delicious
Do they know me? Okay, I thought so
'Cause you know I know karate, and I will see him
And I will Jet Li his ass, wa-ta! | Back Down | 50 Cent |
[Intro]
I came in the world cryin' and fussin'
Nigga, we ain't have nothin'
Every ghetto I know the same
We tryna make a little change
Preacher man come around talkin'
I don't wanna hear it, keep walkin'
I'ma put the powder in the pot
Whip it 'til I'm pullin' off a lot (Sonny Digital)
Imagine when I pull it off the lot
New shit come without a top
Once I'm on, I ain't never gon' stop
Bitch, I'm on, I ain't never gon' stop
[Interlude]
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
[Verse 1]
Ayy, came in the game gettin' money
Flippin' chickens, whip it, gettin' money
Niggas get to playin' with the money
Clique bang for the money, shit changed over money
They love to see a nigga on the bottom
Catch a come up, gotta keep it on the low
A nigga plug bless a nigga with a whole
Wanna break the bitch down into thirty-six oz
Looky here, bitch, I'm A-okay
Shawty wanna fuck with me (Oh, baby)
Strippin', yeah, the jiggy, nigga
Later, she gon' hit my line
We ain't gon' waste no time
She suckin' and we fuckin' like she need me
While she make a bankroll easy
All the light in the room from the T.V.
We gettin' it on, then I'm gone
That's the type of shit that a nigga be on
[Pre-Chorus]
Too much on my mind right now
I'm on the grind right now
Lookin' for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now
I got my .9 right now
Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now
I ain't fuckin' 'round right now
Better get in line right now
Or fuck around and die right now
Hope you understand that
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm the man (Man)
Ho, I'm the man (Ayy)
You know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man (Yeah)
Ho, I'm the man (Ayy)
You know I'm the man (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm the man (Man)
Ho, I'm the man (Ayy)
You know I'm the man (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm the man (Yeah)
Ho, I'm the man (Ayy)
You know I'm the man (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
Came in the game gettin' money
I fuck with all the bitches gettin' money
But you love playin' games with the corny shit
Messin' with a nigga, only bought it 'cause I want it
And you love to see a nigga at the bottom
You tried to come up, you don't keep it on the low
They like a drug, don't like you to call 'em hoes
I'm tryna break that booty down like thirty-six oz
I think I love a bitch at AOD
Make that bitch cum for free
Look at mommy shake it
I'ma call her, she gon' hit my line, fall in love every time
But if I don't pay, she gon' leave me
Never had a real reason, all I get is bits and pieces
And I believe it, I ain't say this shit was easy, who am I now?
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm the man (Man, yeah)
Ho, I'm the man (Ayy)
You know I'm the man (Ooh)
Bitch, I'm the man (Yeah)
Ho, I'm the man (Ayy, yeah)
You know I'm the man (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm the man (Man, oh, yeah)
Ho, I'm the man (Ayy)
You know I'm the man (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm the man (Yeah)
Ho, I'm the man (Yeah, ayy)
You know I'm the man
[Outro]
Know I'm the man (You know I'm the man)
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man (Ho, I'm the man)
Think she ain't special, watch how she change for a nigga, oh, naw
They not on my level, that's why I look at you different, yeah, yeah | I’m the Man (Remix) | 50 Cent |
[Intro]
Hey, you wanna hit this shit?
It's that green tongue, Cali bud
[Chorus]
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris'
Tanqueray or Alizé, I don't need shit
Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit
And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
[Verse 1]
Every time I roll up, niggas holler, "Roll up"
Then I tell 'em hold up, you ain't getting money
You ain't smoking in my Benzo, twenty inch Lorenzos
Smoking on indo, high as a motherfucker
I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat
Only if you got beef, man, you better holler at me
Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up
Every time I pop up, a lot going on in my hood
I shoot the dice, I holler get 'em, girls, daddy need new shoes
Daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22's (Yeah)
Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone
Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone
2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny (Yeah)
The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the semis (Woo)
They was just harassing me 'cause they know who I was
Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud
[Bridge]
Now if you heard I done started some shit
It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)
And if you heard I done let off a clip
It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)
But I twist that lye, lye-lye-lye
[Verse 2]
I get high as I wanna, nigga
Go against me, for sure, you's a goner, nigga
I don't smoke to calm my nerves, but I got beef
Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish
If you love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me, man
I'd hate to be in the pen for clapping one of my fans
Now let me show you how to greet me
When you meet me, when you see me
If you real, my nigga, you know how to holler, "G-Unit"
There's no competition, it's just me
50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these streets
If David could go against Goliath with a stone
I could go at Nas and Jigga both for the throne
[Verse 3]
Now, who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines
And have hoes in the hood sniffing on white lines?
You don't want me to be your kid's role model
I'll teach 'em how to buck them .380s and load up them hollows
Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot
Big blunt in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his boot
Sit in the crib sipping Guinness watching Menace, then oh Lord
Have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog (Woo)
My team, they depend on me when it's crunch time
I eat a nigga food in broad day like it's lunchtime
You feeling brave, nigga? Go 'head, get gully
See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully
I done made myself hot, so ain't shit you can tell me
Now niggas calling me to feature, man, fuck your money
I ain't hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm doing good
I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood
[Outro]
G-Unit, are you ready?
G-Unit, are you ready?
G-Unit, are you ready?
Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come | High All the Time | 50 Cent |
[Intro]
Yeah
Shady, Aftermath
G-Unit
[Refrain]
Damn, baby, all I need is a lil' bit
A lil' bit of this, a lil' bit of that
Get it crackin' in the club when you hear the shit
Drop it like it's hot, get to workin' that back
Girl, shake that thang, yeah work that thang
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
When you make it go 'round and 'round
[Verse 1]
I step up in the club, I'm like, "Who you with?"
G-Unit in the house, yeah, that's my clique
Yeah, I'm young, but a nigga from the old school
On the dancefloor a nigga doin' old moves
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
I hit your ass up, boy, I done warned you
Better listen when I talk, nigga don't trip
Your heat in the car, mine's in this bitch
I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna get my drink on
And my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on
I'ma kick it at the bar 'til it's time to go
Then I'ma get in shawty ear and I'ma let her know
[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil' bit
Not a lot, baby girl, just a lil' bit
We can head to the crib in a lil' bit
I can show you how I live in a lil' bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit
Get to lickin' it, in a lil' bit
[Verse 2]
This is 50 comin' out your stereos
Hard to tell though 'cause I switched the flow
Eyes a lil' low 'cause I twist the 'dro
Pockets on swoll 'cause I move the O's
My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come get your bitch, she on me, dawg
She musta heard about the dough
Now Captain, come on and Save-a-Ho
I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
Number one on the chart all the time mane
When the kid in the house, I turn it out
Keep the dancefloor packed, that's without a doubt
But shawty shake that thang like a pro, man
She backed it up on me I'm like "Oh, man"
I got close enough to her, so I know she could hear
System thumpin', party jumpin', I said loud and clear
[Bridge]
Baby, you got me feelin' right, you heard me?
My momma gone, you can spend the night, you heard me?
I ain't playin', I'm tryna fuck tonight, you heard me?
Clothes off, face down, ass up, come on, ha-ha
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil' bit
Not a lot, baby girl, just a lil' bit
We can head to the crib in a lil' bit
I can show you how I live in a lil' bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit
Get to lickin' it, in a lil' bit
All a nigga really need is a lil' bit
Not a lot, baby girl, just a lil' bit
We can head to the crib in a lil' bit
I can show you how I live in a lil' bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit
Get to lickin' it, in a lil' bit | Just a Lil Bit | 50 Cent |
[Verse 1]
I need you to pray for me and
I need you to care for me and
I need you to want me to win
I need to know where I'm heading, 'cause I know where I've been
The flow is bone crushing, it's nothing, I come up with something
Come through your strip frontin', stuntin', it's something you want
745, chrome spinners, haters hate that I'm winning
Man, I've been hot from the beginning
Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy
'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm finna catch a felony
Pistol in hand, homie, I'm down to get it poppin'
Once I squeeze the first shot, you know I ain't stoppin'
'Til my clip is empty, I'm simply
Not that nigga you should try your luck with or fuck with
Hollow tip shells struck you with your bones broken, guns smoking, still locing
What, nigga? Lay your ass down, paramedics get you up feeling
[Chorus]
Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me
I aim straight for your head, so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me
I aim straight for your head, so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
[Verse 2]
I done lost my bigger nigga and I didn't cry
Too young to understand the consequences of a man living a lie
I gotta get that money, I'll be damned if I'm bummy
Gotta watch my back around these niggas 'cause they funny
Twenty years of watching my mama tears got me heated, heavily weeded
Smoking that bong 'cause I need it
These niggas don't want me balling, they want me buried
Bogged in the dirt from shots flurried
Laying with bugs under my shirt
I got plans to hop up in that Hummer, 'cause I'm a stunner
I sit back and wonder when them angels gon' call my number
Under my chest is a heart of a lion, I ain't lyin'
Bounty hunters got me flying with my iron, high as a giant
I'm running from nothing, my stomach is touching what I'm clutching
To give you more than a concussion, end of discussion
My blood is colder so I'm bolder, Hennessy and soda
Hood on my shoulder, look in the mirror, I see a soldier
[Chorus]
Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me
I aim straight for your head, so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me
I aim straight for your head, so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy (Em, drop that shit, c'mon)
[Verse 3]
These are my ideas, this is my sweat and tears
This is shit that I saw with my eyeballs, my ears (What else?)
This is me, who's gotta be what you see on TV
What you hear on CD, what appears easy (What else?)
Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers
In these beanies and these rags living fantasies, frontin' (C'mon)
Like it's all fun and games 'til they shoot 'em up bang
And you see your brains hang and you see we ain't playing
Ain't saying we ain't laying down at night and ain't praying
I bullied my way in this game, man, I'm done playing
Man, I'm done saying that I'm done playing
I'ma start laying into these motherfucking cocksuckers (C'mon)
There's no way I'ma back down like a goddamn coward, I can't
How would I look as a man bowing to his knees?
Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me
And not lash back out at 'em, please
Oh, woah, yo, ho
Hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall
You wanna see Marshall? I'll show you martial
I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart
So I see I have to start showing you fucking old farts
A whole 'nother side I wanted to not show you (C'mon)
So you know you're not dealing with some fucking marshmallow
Little soft yellow, punk pussy, whose heart's Jell-O 'cause
[Outro]
Shady, Aftermath, nigga, G-Unit
Rap juggernauts of this shit, we taking over | Don’t Push Me | 50 Cent |
[Intro]
G-Unit (Buck), we in here (Buck)
We could get the drama poppin', we don't care (Buck, buck, buck)
It's going down (Buck), 'cause I'm around (Buck)
50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)
[Chorus]
What up, blood? (What?) What up, cuz? (What?)
What up, blood? (What?) What up, gangsta?
What up, blood? (What?) What up, cuz? (What?)
What up, blood? (What?) What up, gangsta?
[Verse 1]
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
Nah, that's a semi-auto and a vest on my chest
I try not to say nothin' the DA might wanna play in court
But I'll hunt a duck nigga down like it's a sport
Front on me, I'll cut you, gun-butt you or buck you
You gettin' money, I can't get none with ya, then fuck ya
I'm not the type to get knocked for DWI
I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit, them, they know me
I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies
Hundred Gs, I stash it (What?), the MAC, I blast it (Yeah)
Ds come, we dump the diesel in battery acid
This flow's been mastered, the ice, I flash it
Jux me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
I'm on the next level, Breitling baguette bezel
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle
[Chorus]
Blood (What?), what up, cuz? (What?)
What up, blood? (What?) What up, gangsta?
What up, blood? (What?) What up, cuz? (What?)
What up, blood? (What?) What up, gangsta?
[Bridge]
We don't play that, we don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit), we don't play around
[Verse 2]
I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the fifth kick, duck quick, it sound like thunder
In December, I'll make your block feel like summer
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
Every chick I fuck with is a dime
I'm like Patti LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat's my home, I'm a rolling stone
Cross my path, I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoes fuck us, in the hood, they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new Chukkas
[Outro]
We don't play that, we don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit), we don't play around
We don't play that, we don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit), we don't play around
We don't play that, we don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit), we don't play around
We don't play that, we don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit), we don't play around | What Up Gangsta | 50 Cent |
[Produced by Trackmasters]
[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is, boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do, Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm saying?
R.I.P. B.I.G., nigga, R.I.P. P.A.C
R.I.P.—Enough of that shit, it's time to O.D
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feels how to rob a industry nigga, yo
Don't take this shit serious, though, we just bugging the fuck out
One time
But y'all can take it how you want it, word
[Verse 1]
The bottom line is: I'm a crook with a deal
If my record don't sell, I'ma rob and steal
You better recognize, nigga, I'm straight from the street
These industry niggas is starting to look like something to eat
I snatch Kim, tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?
Dance your ass down to the nearest ATM"
I have dreams of fucking a R&B bitch
But I wake up early and bounce with all her shit
When I apply pressure, son, it ain't even funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight? I can get the nigga anytime
Have Keith sweating, staring down the barrel on my nine
Since these Harlem World niggas seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan, tell him, "Tell your man"
Mason Betha, haha
Come up off that watch now - I mean right now
The only excuse for being broke is being in jail
An entertainer can't make bail, he broke as hell
I'd rob O.D.B., but that'd be a waste of time (Yeah)
Probably have to clap him, run and toss the nine
I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks
Plotting to jux her for that rock Kurupt copped
What Jigga just sold, like four mil? He got something to live for (Uh-huh)
Don't want a nigga putting four through that Bentley Coupe door
I'll manhandle Case like "Dope, get on the ground
You ain't with Mary no more, where you getting chips from now?"
I been scheming on Tone and Poke since they found me
Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me
I'm a klepto, nah, for real, son, I'm sick
I'm 'bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit
Right now, I'm bent, and when I get like this, I don't think
About to make Stevie J take off that tight-ass mink
I rob Pun wit out a gun, snatch his piece and run (Uh-huh)
This nigga weigh four hundred pounds, how he gon' catch me, son? Huh?
[Chorus]
This ain't serious (Uh-uh)
Being broke can make you delirious (Word)
So we rob and steal so our wallets can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob a industry nigga? (Tell 'em, son)
This ain't serious (Uh-uh)
Being broke can make you delirious (Uh-huh)
So we rob and steal so our wallets can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob a industry nigga?
[Verse 2]
I'll catch P and Silkk the Shocker right after the Grammys
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timbaland and Missy with the pound
Like, "You, give me the cash; you, put the hotdog down"
I figured it out, niggas been robbing Joe before (Uh-huh)
That's why his ass don't wanna be a player no more
My attitude while robbing J.D.? "Fuck you, pay me!" (Yeah)
Had Da Brat with em, should've had his gat with him
DMX wanna get down?
Well you tell homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I wanna stick TQ, but his shit ain't sell
I hit the studios, take niggas' jewels and leave (Uh-huh)
Catch Rae, Ghost, and RZA for them funny-ass rings (What)
Tell Sticky give me the cash before I empty three
I'll beat your ass like that white boy on MTV
Canibus wanna battle while I'm sticking him up
Fuck the cab, the coroner's picking 'em up
Heavy tried to hide his shit, ayy, nigga, I saw you
He said, "Why you robbing me? I got nothing but love for you!"
Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece
Told him I want it all; he said, "Even my gold teeth?"
I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black Jeep
"One at a time, get out and take off your shine"
Did you ever think that you would be this rich?
Did you ever think that you would have these hits?
Did you ever think that I'd flash the nine
And walk off with your shit like it's mines?
I'ma keep sticking niggas until I'm living
I'll rob Boyz II Men like I'm Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robin Givens (Yeah)
I'm hungry for real, I'm about to stick Mister Cee
That nigga still eating off Big first LP
I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor
He asked me if I had enough—I told him, "Gimme some more"
If you feeling this? Then wait for the sequel
I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbing God's people, what!
[Outro]
Yo, yo, for real, son, it's The Madd Rapper, you know what I'm saying?
And for real, you know what I'm saying, niggas just got to get stuck up, yo—that's just how it goes down
It don't matter if you a industry nigga or a regular nigga or a bitch
It really don't matter—if you got it and I need it, I want it
You know what I'm saying? That's just how it go down
50 Cent ain't fucking around
Trackmasters ain't fucking around
Crazy Cat ain't fucking around
The Madd Rapper ain't fucking around
You know what I'm saying?
So, watch your backs, watch your pocketbooks, watch your pockets
Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the buses
'Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not | How to Rob | 50 Cent |
[Intro]
Yeah, it's 50
One shot, one kill, what's the deal
Yeah, what's the deal
[Chorus]
Listen lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow tips and talons, when it rains it pours
Get caught in lead showers just because
Niggas ain't playin', when it rains it pours
Niggas get set up, that's when it rains it pours
End up wet up, that's when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie in my hood, when it rains it pours
[Verse 1]
Ain't nothin' changed, niggas doin' the same ol' shit
Them new hollow tips in them same ol' clips
In the projects, niggas fuck with the same ol' chicks
And somehow, they still think they game's so sick
Now from the rip, niggas know I'm 'bout my grip
I don't trick, man I barely even feed a bitch
She say I'm stingy, I say, "I don't need you bitch"
Go 'head leave, see if I chase you, shit!
Tell yo' mammy, I catch her in the streets I'ma get her
She know I'm on parole, why she call police on a nigga?
She just mad, cause a nigga pockets on swole
When she ask to borrow some, I say, "Hell naw!"
I was tellin' the lil' homies all about this shit
To keep yo' mind on yo' money and don't trust no bitch
Ke Ke hit high notes, when them pigs came
But her ass kinda fat, so niggas treat her the same
This is real
[Chorus]
Lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow tips and talons, when it rains it pours
Get caught in lead showers just because
Niggas ain't playin', when it rains it pours
Niggas get set up, that's when it rains it pours
End up wet up, that's when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie in my hood, when it rains it pours
[Verse 2]
Blood stains on my stoop, when Akbar got shot
When homicide outside, nigga I'm not
This the third time them niggas done circled the block
It's money down now, yeah, but damn it's hot
They'll love to catch a nigga, on a direct sale
They say, "tell us who caught the body, or you goin' to jail"
Look, if you know the drill you stay the fuck outta dodge
And say what's happenin' to the captain
And what's up to the sarge
Fuck bein' in a cage man, that shit for the birds
Charlie drunk, drinkin' wild irish rose on the curb
I know a spot full of niggas tryin' to bet a few bucks
Hopin' they number come out, they can have 'em some luck
Two Ace to the deuce, and stumbled off mad
Lost his re-up money man, that's all he had
Magazine from the store, so he can look at the cars
And do pull ups in the park, on the monkey bars
Mad as fuck
[Chorus]
Lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow tips and talons, when it rains it pours
Get caught in lead showers just because
Niggas ain't playin', when it rains it pours
Niggas get set up, that's when it rains it pours
End up wet up, that's when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie in my hood, when it rains it pours
(Gun shots, police sirens and helicopters going off
While it thunders and rains) | When It Rains It Pours | 50 Cent |
[Intro]
Somethin' special
Unforgettable
50 Cent (Cent)
Justin ('tin)
Timbaland ('land)
Goddamn, damn
[Bridge]
She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her
She know that it's right here for her
I wanna see her break it down (Yeah)
I'm ballin', throwing money 'round
[Verse 1]
She a working girl, she work the pole
She break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she 'bout the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money-money, she make it, make it
Look at the way she shake it, shake it
Make you wanna touch it, make you wanna taste it
Have you lusting for it, going crazy, face it
Now don't stop, get it, get it
The way she shake it make you wanna hit it
Think she double-jointed from the way she split it
Got your head fucked up from the way she did it
She so much more than you used to
She know just how to move to seduce you
She gon' do the right thing and touch the right spots
And dance in your lap 'til you ready to pop
[Bridge]
She always ready, when you want it, she want it
Like a nympho, the info, I'll show you where to meet her
On the late night, 'til daylight, the club jumping
If you want a good time, she gon' give you what you want
Let me talk to you
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, you're so new-age, you're like my new craze
Let's get together, maybe we can start a new phase
This smoke's got the club all hazy
Spotlights don't do you justice, baby
Why don't you come over here?
[Chorus]
You got me saying, "Ayo!" I'm tired of using technology
Why don't you sit down on top of me?
Ayo! I'm tired of using technology
I need you right in front of me
Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it (So) I gotta give it to her
Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it (So) I gotta give it to her
[Post-Chorus]
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you, girl
[Verse 2]
Got a thing for that thing she got
The way she make it tick, the way she make it pop
I make it rain for her so she don't stop
I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch
In the fantasy, it's plain to see
Just how it be, her and me
Backstroking, sweat soaking all into my satin sheets
When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll
I'll be in this bitch 'til the club close
Watching her do her thing on all fours
Now that—that there should be 'gainst the law
[Bridge]
From side to side, left to right, break it down, down, down
Know I like when you're hype and you throw it all around
Different style, different mood, damn, I like the way you move
Girl, you got me thinking 'bout all the things I'll do to you
Let's get it poppin', shawty, we could switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen
Let me talk to you | Ayo Technology | 50 Cent |
[Intro]
Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
'Cause I don't like y'all anyway
Man, I don't like y'all anyway
Fuck all y'all
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, baow, what up, homie?
Them bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me
'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me
[Verse 1]
I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Coke price go up, capsules come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks
They keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (Yeah)
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't going nowhere, so get used to me
OGs look at me and see I'm what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot dice, went broke, then sold soap
The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me
My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (Woo)
[Chorus]
Scream, "Murda," I don't believe you
"Murda," fuck around and leave you
"Murda," I don't believe you
"Murda, murda," your life's on the line
[Post-Chorus]
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
You tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch you on a late night
Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six
[Verse 2]
I'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random
Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear he say, she say shit
Unless he say she said she on my dick
It's no coincidence niggas who fuck with me get shot up (Blatt)
I do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up
You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front
I stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood, they like, "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em"
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son
[Verse 3]
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (Yeah)
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
NASCAR, truck with a crash bar
And TVs in the dash, pa
See 'em in the five with stock rims (Hahaha), I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying
I sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up
Get outta line, I get you hit up (Woo)
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, you better watch what you say
You get carried away, you could get shot and carried away
Now here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars
50, um, JAY-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playing, you get killed like that
Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me, nigga, what? | Your Life’s On The Line | 50 Cent |
[Chorus]
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem)
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem)
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem (Yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy
[Verse 1]
Hold up, bitches, simmer down (Uh)
Takin' hella long, bitch, give it to me now (Uh)
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Ooh, baby like it raw with the shimmy shimmy ya, huh?
A$AP (Yeah), get like me (Uh)
Never met a motherfucker fresh like me (Yeah)
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me (Uh)
But the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith
‘Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga, like how you figure? (Yeah)
Gettin' figures and fuckin' bitches, she rollin' Swishers
Brought her bitches, I brought my niggas (Uh)
They gettin' bent up off the liquor (Uh)
She love my licorice, I let her lick it (Alright)
They say money make a nigga act niggarish (Uh)
But least a nigga, nigga rich
I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored
Turn a dyke bitch out, have her fuckin' boys, beast (Hahahahaha)
[Chorus]
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem)
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem)
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy
[Verse 2]
Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you been leadin' on
Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feedin' on
Got a feelin' that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?
Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fuckin' read-along
Ain't a fuckin' sing-along 'less you brought the weed along
Then ju— okay, I got it
Then just drop down and get your eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on
All that shit you talkin' 'bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head, then motherfucker, get to bustin'
Yes, Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long-dick nigga ain't for the long talkin', I'm beast
[Chorus]
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem)
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem)
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it
[Verse 3]
Uh, yeah, ho, this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she from the hood, but she live inside in the valley now
Vacayed in Atlanta, then she goin' back to Cali (Mm)
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony, I fuck 'em at the same damn time
She eyein' me like a nigga don't exist
Girl, I know you want this dick
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar (Mm)
A.K.A. Benz is to me just a car (Mm)
That mean your friends-es need be up to par
See, my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow (Mm)
Kill 'em all, dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holler back, I'll do ya, beast
[Produced by 40 & Drake] | Fuckin’ Problems | A$AP Rocky |
[Produced by Hit-Boy]
[Verse 1]
Uh, feelin' like a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my A$AP killers, get they pistols ready
Send 'em to the cemetery with obituaries
Don't be scared, nigga, is you ready?
I've been thinkin' 'bout all the O's in my bank account (What?)
X the hoes in my bed is 'round the same amount (What?)
Ever since this new star fame came about
Or ever since me and Drizzy started hangin' out, huh
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
Transition to a Lamborghini from a Mustang
Drugs slang in the drug game with the hustling
(I know one thing) Anything is better than that 1 Train
Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm Boyar—
Dee, probably sellin' D in your local courtyard
Braids like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard
Down to my inlaws, they outlaws with no laws
[Verse 2]
We outlawed, then I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at
With a toe-tag, get broke off in the projects with a skateboard
I roll past and I blaze y'all like, "Doo, doo," I hate y'all
When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm, mmm!"
Let's play ball in a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold
I rhyme cold, my K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9s on
That banana clip, straight from the rip
I'll make that shirt say R.I.P., I'm on some shit
If I'm not the hottest then Hell must have froze over
You thought it was safe then forgot what the code was
I carry traits of a traumatized soldier
Don't look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
Spine right out of place, give me dap like you 'posed to
Darts at your posters, dark nights like this
I metamorph like I'm 'posed to, I might slice my wrist
Or pretend like a vulture and drop off this cliff
[Verse 3]
Barely even conscious, talkin' to my conscience
Gettin' deeper in these flows like conches
I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I drop prisons
Don't sell rocks, seen the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow bypassed the bias and the -isms
The violence and the killin', so given
They seen my pigment and thought that was the ign'ance
Unfortunately, I am not that type of niglet
But pass the pot, let me skillet
Just got back to the block from a 6 o'clock with Jigga
And I'm thinkin' 'bout signin' to the Roc
But my niggas on the block still assigned to the rocks
And I swear it hurt me soul
I try to prevail but when I preach I only hurt their sales
Like you're only gon' end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga, wish you the best for real
[Verse 4]
When you mention my name amongst other white rappers
Or for that matter any fuckin' rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park, dirt-ditch-diggin'
Burger-flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you would be in
Trouble to body-double or couple me to these others
'Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is beyond the bubble
That they put me in, my vision's beyond the Hubble's
I huddle with Nubians, new beginnin' again
You in school at 10, late, Radioactive's goin' gold
And so? Great! Do I give a flying duck
If I'm applyin' love to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
Alabama's climbin' up—wait! No, I don't give a
Flying duck nothin' but a buckshot; ch-pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy blood-clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for a spot date at a Coachella show—Yelawolf
[Verse 5]
Weed a different color like a hoodrat bra and panties
And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantries
Antsy 'cause I'm high like Michael Jackson, penny loafers
Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, with shades on
Bitch pussy smell like a penguin
Wouldn't hit that shit with my worst enemy's penis
Bitch, when I say this, I mean this
Ho, I'm the meanest
Dick so big, it's like from Earth to Venus
That molly got me nauseous, aw, shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on that "suck my cock" shit
That is my synopsis, ostrich's posh shit
Hoes on some goth shit, stop it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, heartless and awkward
Cryin' tears of vodka, prima donna at the concert
Adonis smokin' chronic, 'bout to vomit gin and tonic
Just bein' honest, tell me, isn't that ironic?
[Verse 6]
Swiftly, I shift the Bimmer 860
A heavy smoker, so you know I brought the Blake with me
The moon's reflection off the lake hit me
You should have stayed with me
Now many Asian bitches lay with me
The face is silky like a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the mornin' on the beach like a Chilean horse
Red roses dropped from boxes very often
Confetti torchin', drinkin' Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton
Outstandin', I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and Gramblin'
You see us scramblin', sellin' Susan Sarandon
The cloud of smoke like the phantom
Damn, this shit tastes like fantastic, uh
You see me comin' through in each state
Just so the lord could put the fork inside the cheesecake
Cuffed to my wrist, I've got the briefcase
The gavel slam, I'm a free man, try not to eat ham
[Verse 7]
Big K.R.I.T., shawty
Spit like my last breath: casket rap, six deep
Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the 'lac with flats
After that, bottles I can't pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?"
Why you ask for crack and all you had was scratch?
All I had was rap, when all they had was wack
All I wanted was love and all they had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes, a championship win is
The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm, slap a bitch
Walk the plank or break a bank, I've been in the business of sinkin' ships
Chokin' niggas out with the anchors that they anchor with
Resuscitations cost the label, I'm taxin' if you want a hit
Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born here
Been a killer, '86er nigga, that's my born year
Get the fuck from 'round here, that's just my country ways
Suckin' on your momma's titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, candy paint like Everglades
Miss me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass
I put that on my soul, how could you ever doubt me?
Most rappers hopin' the world end so they won't have to drop another album
B.B. King saw the king in me, so why can't you?
In order to come up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
(That wasn't no sample, nigga!)
Muddy water flow, Dixie rebel past
Fuck your Louis flag, poppin' benji tags on your wifey's ass (on your wifey's ass)
That's out of line, but in livin' color?
I'm more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers: a true artist | 1Train | A$AP Rocky |
[Verse 1]
Get it
Text a message, I don't know the number
Flexin' on these niggas, every bone and muscle
Steady takin' shots, but never hurtin' numbers
Even then, y'all don't worry nothin'
And I'd like to give a shout out to my niggas with a game plan
And shout outs all my niggas with escape plans
Uh, twenty bands, rain dance
We could either rain check or we can make plans
Pockets loaded, rocket loaded, okay, let's rock and roll this
Time to go, Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels
Locked and loaded, diamonds glowin', chart-climbing on 'em
You'd think I'm jumpin' out the window how I got 'em open
Line around the corner, line 'em up the block and over
Sometimes I even stop the smokin' when it's time to focus
My shades, Dior, my pants, velour
Create, explore, expand, conquer
[Chorus]
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take what's mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take what's mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I sold the pack, the loose, the hard (Yeah)
I listened to X, I peeped the bars (Yeah)
The snakes, the rats, the cats, the dogs
The game's a trap, protect your heart (Yeah)
I waited in line, return, refine
The new design, it's time to shine
To shine, to shine, to shine, to shine
I hustle, I flex, the world is mine
So please, believe, allow the greaze
These niggas disease, don't speak, we squeeze
I make the devil go weak the knees
You hate, you're lame, your loss
[Verse 3]
Uh, uh, she came, I came, now what's my name?
My chain, my pants, my pants with the chain
They know it's me, the hat and the shades
They heard my voice and they ran to the stage (What?)
My Vans, my braids (What?), my mans, my babes (What?)
My girls, my ex (What?), my hoes that I left (What?)
The way I stepped out the car (What?), that's a flex (What?)
Give thanks, get fresh (What?), praise the Lord then finesse (What?), bless | Praise the Lord (Da Shine) | A$AP Rocky |
[Chorus]
Aha, aha
I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
[Verse 1]
Let's take it to the basics, you in the midst of greatness
My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces
Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist
I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it
A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just a understatement
I'm early to the party, but my 'Rari is the latest
Somehow it seems girls in they late teens
Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous
Life's a mothafucka, ain't it? These other rappers ain't us
So tell me what your name is, I'ma tell it to my stainless
You aim it 'fore you bang it let that banger leave you brainless
It's just me, myself, and I and mothafuckas that I came with
Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me
Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G
Low key, niggas mad 'cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig Zags
Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass
[Chorus]
I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
[Verse 2]
Yes, I'm the shit, tell me do it stink?
It feel good wakin' up to money in the bank
Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink
And I'm so 'bout it 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank
Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link
And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink
Eyes chink, rollin' up that dank, blowin' on that stank
What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissin' pink
You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state
Man on the moon, got a condo out in space
Open up your legs, tell me how it taste
And them niggas talkin' shit so tell 'em, "Tell it to my face"
Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick
In a six, told her suck a dick, motorboat her tits
I'm the shit, niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig-Zags
Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass
[Outro]
Oh, yeah, oh, right
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off (Right, right) | Goldie | A$AP Rocky |
[Intro]
Ty Beats
[Verse 1]
I be that pretty mothafucka, Harlem's what I'm reppin'
Tell my niggas quit the bitchin', we gon' make it in a second
Never disrespected plus I'm well connected
With this coke that I imported, just important as your President
Swagger so impressive and I don't need a necklace
But these bitches get impressed when you pull up in that 7
Them 6's, them Benzes, I gets get the freshest
Raf Simons, Rick Owens usually what I'm dressed in
Blowing blunts rolling doobies up, smoking sections
Groupies rush hold they boobies up, in my direction
Quit with all the fronting, you ain't 'round my clique for nothing
'Cause our presence is a present, just to kick it is a blessing
[Chorus]
This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll
'Cause every day we on our pesos (Pesos)
This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll
'Cause every day we on our pesos (Pesos)
(Gun cock, gunshot, gun a likkle bwoy)
(Gun cock, gunshot, gun a likkle bwoy)
(Gun cock, gunshot, gun a likkle bwoy)
'Cause every day we on our pesos
[Verse 2]
Yo, yo, yo, your bitch just said I'm hot, man, I told her I agree
She gon' really think I'm hot if I told her my degrees
Pull up in that hard-top, showing off my keys
Graduate school of hard-knocks, I can show you my degrees
Couple A, B, C's, bad bitch, double D's
Popping E, I don't give a F, told you I'm a G
A.S.A.P., Stevie got it on his sleeve
But I got it on my chest, my nigga, this is what I breathe
Inhale, exhale, cocaine, X pills
Import, export, Harlem catching rec still
So mami, show me how that neck feel (Feel)
Later show me how the rest feel, for now just chill
[Chorus]
This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll
'Cause every day we on our pesos
This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll
'Cause every day we on our pesos
(Gun cock, gunshot, gun a likkle bwoy)
(Gun cock, gunshot, gun a likkle bwoy)
(Gun cock, gunshot, gun a likkle bwoy)
'Cause every day we on our pesos
'Cause every day we on our pesos
'Cause every day we on our pesos | Peso | A$AP Rocky |
[Chorus]
Her pistol go…
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go…
(Bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a jiggy nigga
Uh, I said
[Verse 1]
Rocking (Uh), rolling (Uh)
Swagging to the max (Woo)
My bitch a fashion killer, she be busy poppin' tags (Alright)
She got a lot of Prada (Uh)
That Dolce and Gabbana (Uh)
I can't forget Escada (Uh)
And that Balenciaga (Yeah)
I'm sippin' purple syrup (Yeah)
Come be my Aunt Jemima (Right)
And if you is a rider, we'll go shoppin' like mañana (Right)
Her attitude Rihanna (Uh)
She get it from her mama (Yeah)
She jiggy like Madonna, but she trippy like Nirvana (Woo)
'Cause everything designer (Yeah)
Her jeans is Helmut Lang (Uh)
Shoes is Alexander Wang and her shirt the newest Donna
Karan (Yeah)
Wearin' all the Cartier frames
Jean Paul Gaultiers 'cause they match with her persona
[Chorus]
Her pistol go…
(bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go…
(bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go…
(bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go…
(bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go…
(bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go…
(bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a jiggy nigga
[Verse 2]
I said I see your Jil Sanders (Uh)
Oliver Peoples (Yeah)
Costume National, your Ann Demeulemeester (Alright)
See Visvim be the sneaker (Uh)
Lanvin or Balmain (Uh)
Goyard by the trunk (Uh)
Her Isabel Marant (Alright)
I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior (Uh)
Your Damir Doma (Uh)
Vena Cava from the store (Uh)
I crush down with that top down (Yeah)
Bossy see how I ride 'round (Yeah)
Mami in that Tom Ford
Papi in that Thom Browne (Uh)
Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy, she got it by the stock (Uh)
She ball until she fall, that means she shop until she drop (Uh)
And Versace, got a lot (Uh)
But she may never wear it
But she save it so our babies will be flyer than their parents and…
[Chorus]
Her pistol go…
(bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go…
(bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go…
(bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go…
(bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go…
(bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go…
(bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a jiggy nigga
I said her pistol go
[Bridge]
Scoop back tees (Uh)
Breeze in coupe (Uh)
Smiling is your treasure, you're so well put together (Yeah, alright)
Bags and links (Uh)
Jeans and shoes (Yeah)
Spikes and patent leathers, different fabrics mixed together
Baby, you and me (Uh)
Me and you (Yeah)
Go away together, we could get away forever (Yeah)
All emotions clashing, thrashing, someone turn the light out
I met my baby expressed my passion on my fashion night out | Fashion Killa | A$AP Rocky |
[Chorus]
Every day I spend my time
Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine
Waitin' here to find the sign
That I can understand, yes, I am
So every day I spend my time
Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine
Waiting here to find the sign
That I should take it slow
Here I go, here I go, here I go
[Verse 1]
Uh, off again, there he go, to another dimension, my mind
Body, soul imprisoned, my eye probably goin' ballistic, but, listen
I'm missin' a couple of screws, they ain't never do drillin' true
You been sippin' away at the truth, a double shot of wisdom'll do
Do, do, rollin' through, hittin' switches
Rolling ditches, blowin' kisses, to the bitches, holdin' biscuits (Yeah)
What's the business? Beat the system
Co-defendants, blow the sentence, go to prison
Go to church and pray the father, Lord, forgive us (Amen)
And only God can judge me (Yeah)
And he don't like no ugly
I look so fuckin' good, most dykes'll fuck me, buddy
Yeah, I'm a piece of shit (Uh-huh), I know I plead the fifth
I tell her, "Holler if ya need some dick"
The devotion is gettin' hopeless, but, hold it, I'm gettin' close
As my soul is, I'm seein' ghosts, a solo is now a poet
Hypnosis overdose on potions, adjustin' to the motions
And gettin' out all my emotions
[Chorus]
Every day I spend my time
Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine
Waitin' here to find the sign
That I can understand, yes, I am
So every day I spend my time
Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine (Yeah)
Waiting here to find the sign
That I should take it slow (Uh)
Here I go, here I go, here I go
[Verse 2]
Uh, this type of shit
Make a nigga wanna flip September through August (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
This type of shit got 'em bustin' out the clip
In the middle of the office (Rrah, woo, woo, woo, woo)
And a message to the bosses (Woo)
The Misfits' new outfit is on the bloglist
Gorgeous hoes keep on sayin' that they carsick
'Cause the Porsches get 'em nauseous (Woo)
Plus, I ain't even mad yet (Woo), niggas caught me in a good mood (Yeah)
Paparazzi wanna nag a nigga chillin' at the bag check (Yeah, woo)
Hope they show me in my good shoes (Yeah)
When papa got the brand new bag (Yeah)
Flacko got the brand new Raf, that's good news (Woo)
"Hood dudes usually don't look like you"
How it feel to get a deal and come back
And the whole hood look like you?
Screamin', "Pimp Squad, hold it down"
Can't drive, bitch, I'm legally blind, bitch
If I live or die, it's up to me to decide
Shit, niggas coppin' guns like they legal to buy
The only key to survive and get a piece of the pie
Is to agree with a lot or just believe a façade, bitch
And I'll be fine just-a drinkin' my wine, bitch
[Bridge]
I-I-I-I got the love birds chirpin' at the window (Woo, woo)
But I don't need love no more (Woo)
I'll be fine, sippin' wine
Takin' time slow (Woo)
I got the love birds chirpin' at the window (Woo)
But I don't need love no more (Woo, woo)
I'll be fine, sippin' wine
[Chorus]
So every day I spend my time (Yeah)
Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine
Waiting here to find the sign
That I can understand, yes, I am (Uh)
Every day I spend my time (Yeah)
Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine (Yeah)
Waitin' here to find the sign
I don't care if I ever know (Uh)
Here I go, here I go, here I go
[Outro]
I got the love birds chirpin' at the window
But I don't need love no more, oh, no
I'll be fine, sippin' wine
Takin' time slow
I got the love birds chirpin' at the window
But I don't need love no more, oh, no
I'll be fine, sippin' wine
Takin' time slow | Everyday | A$AP Rocky |
[for a long time]
but… Read More
[Verse 1]
Wake up feeling blessed up, pistol on that dresser
Ain't afraid to show it, I'll expose it if I dress up
Riding in that Testa...rossa, nigga catch up
Sipping on that syrup, till I'm messed up, like yes sir
So now I'm getting change, people looking at me strange
Like nigga switching lanes, never changed, still the same
We fuck bitches, get paper, you fuck niggas on papers
We walk around with lasers, you prolly own some tasers
Lame niggas disgrace us, they girlfriends want date us
Got different hoes, I'm pimpin' hoes, you could tell by my paystubs
My niggas gettin' right, smokin' weed with dirty Sprite
I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin'
[Verse 2]
Finna wild out for the weekend, me, myself, and I – my three friends
Nigga feeling froggy, then leap in, A$AP niggas finna sneak in
Middle finger to the critics, me and my nigga Skrillex
You know we finna kill it, A$AP we the trillest
You don't really want that Glock boy
You don't really wanna feel them shots boy
You a b-boy, I'm a block boy, I'm a D boy, I'm a hot boy
Six shots got me feelin' like 'Pac, boy, party all night, shit don't stop, boy
Drunk as fuck, and I'm ready to fight
Wilding for the night, fuck being polite, boy
[Chorus]
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin'
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin'
I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin'
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin'
[Verse 3]
It's the weekend and I'm creeping with my niggas
Drunk and disrespectful, callin' women bitches
I don't mean no harm but won't you and your friends-es
Meet us in the cut and we can do the business
God my witness that I only wanna kick it
And your girl just said they with us
So we rolling in them Benzes
Won't you pour it up and stop the babysitting
She got drunk as fuck and swallowed all my kids-es
[Verse 4]
Back to the Mac, tats on her back
Ass so fat, hit that from the back
When it clap from the back, she clappin' it back
She flat on her back and it's back to the trap
Fuck your pack, A$AP where it's at
Fuck nigga act, get clap lay flat
Fuck your dreams, leave a punk nigga dreamin'
Then you sleep, and you won't come back from the nap
Benjamin Three-Stack, it’s a fact, she lives in my lap
On my Ou-Outkast, daddy fat, bitches on my sack
And you know them smokin' bitches rolling reefer got me open
Wildin' to the morning with my homies, tell 'em where we goin' | Wild for the Night | A$AP Rocky |
[Intro]
Uh
Uh
[Verse]
I know I dream about her all day (Uh)
I think about her with her clothes off (Uh, uh)
I'm ridin' 'round with my system bumpin' LSD (Uh, uh)
I look for ways to say, "I love you" (Uh)
But I ain't into makin' love songs (Uh)
Baby, I'm just rappin' to this LSD (Uh, uh)
She ain't a stranger to the city life
I introduced her to this hippy life
We make love under pretty lights, LSD (Acid, uh)
I get a feelin' it's a trippy night (Uh, uh)
Them other drugs just don't fit me right (Uh, uh)
Girl, I really fuckin' want love, sex, dream (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Another quarter to the face system (Uh, uh)
Make no mistakes, it's all, a leap of faith for love (Acid)
It takes a place in, feelin' that you crave doin' love, sex, dreams (Uh, acid, uh)
[Chorus]
It started in Hollywood
Dreamin' of sharin' love
My tongue at a loss for words
'Cause my feelings just said it all
Party just started up
Dreamin' of sharin' worlds
Held this feelin' for way too long
Said, "I really wanna let it go"
[Bridge]
I've been gettin' fly 'cause the gimmick's so dope
I've been gettin' high 'cause I figured Lord told me
I've been drinkin', drivin', now we'll never go home
I gon' stay in doubt 'cause the weather's so cold, oh
Feelin' low sometime when the light shines down
Makes me high
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Feelin' low sometime when the light shines down
Makes me high
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
[Chorus]
It started in Hollywood
Duh, duh-duh
Dreamin' of sharin' love
Duh, duh-duh
My tongue at a loss for words
'Cause my feelings just said it all
[Outro]
I look for ways to say, "I love you"
But I ain't into makin' love songs
Baby, I'm just rappin' to this LSD | L$D | A$AP Rocky |
[Intro]
Uh
[Verse 1]
I thought I'd probably die in prison, expensive taste in women
Ain't had no pot to piss in, now my kitchen full of dishes
Nose bloody from that sniffin', your heroin addiction
Trigger finger itching, fuck parental supervision
This be that murder business, little Timmy got that semi
I ain't kidding, hide your kittens, hit your childrens with that Smith and
A bunch of ignant little niglets, hardheaded, never listen
Purp-purple sippin', finger twistin', teeth glisten like it's Memphis
A bunch of hypocritic Christians (Uh)
The land of no religion (Uh)
My Santa Claus was missing, catch you slippin' then it's Christmas
Motherfuck a wishlist, my ghetto was ambition
For my Benjis and my Bentley
And them bitches now I gets-gets
On the road to riches, a diamond ring, designer jeans
Choking on that biscuit 'til I'm no longer existing
I wonder if they miss me, as long as I make history
Now my soul is feeling empty, tell the reaper come and get me
[Hook]
Who said you can't live forever lied
Of course, I'm living forever
I'll forever, I'll live long
You can't ever deny my force
I'm living forever
I'll forever, I'll live
[Verse 2]
Riding through your city like that motherfucker mine
Or toting on that semi, rob a motherfucker blind
License plate says wipe me down, car from 1989
But a nigga sits so pretty call that motherfucker fine
Lost your motherfucking mind, what's on your mind?
Niggas talking down
Never talk to cops
Make him talk to God when I tote that 9, he ain't talking now
Tell 'em watch your spine, I mean watch your back
Better guide your track, better not look back
Then stay in line, don't step on cracks
So you break her back, I'm talking 'bout your mom (Uh)
'Cause there's killers in my town (Uh)
Making hits, sniffing lines (Yeah)
Out committing crimes (Yeah)
Wait for shit to simmer down (Uh)
Corrupted little minds (Yeah)
8 and 9, finna shine (Yeah)
On the grind
Do you dirty with that shimmy shimmy ya (Uh)
Where they shoot without a purpose
Services 'n hearses
Kids who ain't deserve it
Can't survive a thing, you're worthless
Strangers make me nervous
Who's that peekin' in my window with a pistol to my curtains?
[Bridge]
Pretty nigga rich, Flacko be the shit
And that bitch know we poppin' so she poppin' on this dick
Nigga, RIP to Pimp, can't forget Little Flip
And I take it out to Memphis
And shout out to Triple Six | Long Live A$AP | A$AP Rocky |
[Intro]
Uh (Uh)
Yeah (Lord Pretty Flacko, nigga)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Whoo (Whoo)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Who the jiggy nigga with the gold links?
Got me reminiscin' 'bout my old day
Three 6, suck a nigga dick, no foreplay, all day
Boomin' out the trap through the hallway
Tell me, what you niggas know about it?
Auntie sayin' turn it down, or she finna call the cops
We be plottin' on the opps, she the one who got the drop
Just a free quick fix of the A, and it's okay
They gon' take me back to my old ways
I was tryna chill, poppin' seals ever since I got a deal
Kick it with my model chick, sip Cris', fuck niggas wanna diss
Now I gotta let 'em know who's really trill
[Chorus]
Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye
Dirty fuck niggas, how you been?
You been crossin' our minds
Niggas talk down every now and then
On the side, who gave 'em style nine times out of ten?
It was Flacko Jodye, Flacko Jodye
Flacko Jodye, Flacko Jodye
[Verse 2]
I ain't never lookin' for no handouts
Broke ass niggas never helpin' with they hands out
Find out where the fuck nigga live then we camp out
Screamin' fuck the world, never catch me with my pants down
Always been a stand-up guy, I'd rather stand out
Raf Simons, Stan Smith edition with my bands out
I'm the trillest one to do it since Pimp, nigga hands down
If a nigga put his hands on me, that's a man down
Trick, what? Pimps up, hoes down, woah now
Slow down, see they runnin' with my old style
Grow foul, gold smile, you ho now, thuggin' with my old style
It's a shame how they low down
Dirty like Adidas on my sneaker feature, uh
Trappin' through the speaker, peep the beeper ringer, uh
Turnin' off phones, just to reach 'em, gotta beep 'em
I'm a Lord motherfucker, better greet him if you see him | Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye 2 (LPFJ2) | A$AP Rocky |
[Intro]
Fuck niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas live, fuck niggas won't multiply (Yeah, real shit)
Fuck niggas won't multiply, fuck niggas won't multiply (Mhm)
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
[Interlude 1]
Yeah, nigga
It's your boy Juicy J
Man, you gotta watch out for these old backstabbin', broke-ass, you know what I'm sayin', jealous, hatin'-ass niggas out here, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
Man, these niggas ain't no real niggas, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas be smilin' in your face
[Verse 1]
Back in the buildin', sold crack in the livin' room
Niggas toe-tagged, sold gats for a livin'
Durag, keep a red or blue flag in the denim
The one you be with be the one to shoot at you in a minute (Yeah)
Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad
First place I seen a nigga sell crack at
Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat naps (Mmm)
Shorty with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad back, back back
Even in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my field
To the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel (Yeah)
Youngins trained to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin' krill (Mhm)
She shake it all for Satan just to paint her nails and pay her bills
I ain't really fuckin' with that Been Trill
Swear them niggas booty like Tip Drill (Uh)
Nah, I ain't really into throwin' shots
But these motherfuckers better give me my props, word to Pac
Who the reason that these niggas gettin' throwed?
Reason why you niggas wearin' gold?
Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your nose
I remember, if Pimp was alive, he'd tell these hoes and these niggas
[Pre-Chorus]
Even in my will, keep it trill to the day I peel (Mhm)
Even in my will, keep it trill to the day I peel (Mhm)
Even in my will, keep it trill to the day I peel (Mhm)
Even in my will, keep it trill to the day I—
[Chorus]
When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
When all the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
But if the real niggas live, fuck niggas won't multiply
[Interlude 2]
I'm the original Balmain badass, nigga (Uh, yeah)
I'm the original Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP Yams
Smack the shit out a nigga in these skinny pants, feel me?
Don't get it fucked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty
Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag, swag, nigga (Uh)
Shut the fuck up
[Verse 2]
Fuck with a nigga like me (Woo), RIP my nigga Pimp C (Woo)
HBA shit is weak, you can keep that (Yeah)
Shit, I might fuck around and bring the Jeep back (Uh)
No doors on it, flexin' with the seat back (Yeah)
B-Boy with the G pack, might fuck around and bring the mink back
Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga
If you deaf bring the beat back, nigga (Uh)
Fuck with a nigga like me (Woo), RIP my nigga Pimp C (Woo)
HBA shit is weak, you can keep that (Uh)
I'm a trendsetter, you ain't even peep that (Yeah)
Where the hoes, where the weed, where the cheese at? (Uh)
Fuck the FCC, tell 'em bleep that (Yeah)
(We ain't no fashion killers, nigga, we fashionable killers)
(Y'all got Flacko fucked up)
[Verse 3]
I'm the motherfuckin' Lord of this fashion shit
Don't I deserve just to brag a bit? (Yeah)
Set the blueprint, fuck your two cents
Number one stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate (Yeah)
My motherfuckin' swag is immaculate (Uh)
Plus I got enough style just to mack your bitch (Yeah)
I think back to when pockets packin' lint
It's like a nigga got rich on accident
Now back to Pimp, bitches lie, killers never lie
Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride
Prosper still and strive, to the sky, call it catastrophic
We don't ever die, we just multiply, bitch
[Outro]
Fake-ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin'?
These niggas be out here talkin' 'bout they a street nigga and shit, man
Niggas be gettin' extorted like a motherfucker out here, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
To the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel
To— to the day— peel— peel, keep it trill, anything I feel | Multiply | A$AP Rocky |
[Verse 1]
Bloody ink on my pad spelled suicide
Michael Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized
Fuck Illuminati lies, say I'm lucified
Baptized in the gutter, motherfucker you decide
Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide
Or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized
Good and bad having wars, nigga, choose a side
Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God
Who am I? Lord Flacko
Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat, Picasso
Capo Head Hancho, now my following's colossal
Ain't no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the chopper todo caso
It's like you heard God spoke, I seen the ghetto gospel
The choir like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low
Sister Mary Jane to make me sleep from singing high notes
The bible or the rifle, goodnight folks
[Verse 2]
Bloody ink on my pen spelled suicide
Kurt Cobain even died cause you scrutinize
It's a fine line between truth and lies
Jesus Christ never lied, still was crucified
That's why I never judge another nigga
Life's a bitch, but that bitch in love with other niggas
3 to a bed, sheets, no covers nigga
Dirty kitchen, no supper in the cupboards nigga
Sucker niggas, wassup with niggas?
So my new attitude is like "Fuck them niggas!"
I grew up with niggas but don't fuck with niggas
I don't trust them niggas, ain't got no love for niggas
Had the gold grills shining like them southern niggas
Kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin' with us
Meanwhile, you treated all of us like other niggas
Now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas
[Bridge]
If I shall ever fall, Lord pick me up
Ever since a baby, two deuce in sippy cups
Ever since them diapers and my zip-me-ups
Now I'm walking on my own, y'all, wish me luck
[Outro]
Where do we lie
Tell me where do we stand
Where do we go
It's all part of the plan
Where do we lie
Tell me where do we stand
Where do we go
It's all part of the plan | Phoenix | A$AP Rocky |
[Produced by Hector Delgado, Frans Mernick, and A$AP Rocky]
[Verse 1]
Yeah, live through the strugglin', life's a every day (Hustle)
I hustle every day in life, thinkin' back
Takin' packs up the block, them older niggas said I couldn't (Hustle)
Man fuck them niggas, I'll be back, strapped backpack
Bitch, I'm flippin' work, hand in hand, I think they call it track (Hustle)
Racin' laps, re-up went to waste, it pays to make it stack
Face the fact, there's always niggas out there, tryin' to knock the (Hustle)
I guess that's why they say we trap, don't let niggas hold you back
I'm just a kettle from the ghetto with no pot to piss in
So who am I to call it black? Black man, black male
Black ball, black opsy, black diamonds glistenin' (Yeah)
Attract the pigs and all the rats, kitten scratch
I went from roaches on my bump to red brooches on the cuff
Of my tux, chauffeur pullin' up, no if, and's or buts about him
I went to Paris for my trunks, 100 thousand spent on Goyard
Used 'em once, couldn't give a shit, damn or fuck about 'em
Hit Canal Street, vintage gold medallion
Smokin' blunts in front of public housin'
Wildin' 'til they throw me in them cuffs
Mouth full of fronts, look like Master P up in my Cartiers (Uh)
Diamonds shinin' in the frames
Changed the game and made them say (Uh)
Ain't no limits to this shit, life's a flick, you're stickin' to the script
My life is like a movie, they should film me through it
Take a pic', be sure to frame the shit, forever me, was always G
Way before this famous shit, y'all just pretend to do it
[Chorus]
You say you got them guns, but I've never seen you bang (Bang)
You say you got them drugs, but I've never seen you slang (Slang) (Alright)
You say you in that game, but I've yet to see you play (What?)
You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same (Yeah)
You say you got them guns, but I've never seen you bang (What?)
You say you got them drugs, but I've never seen you slang (Slang) (Oh)
You say you in that game, but I've yet to see you play (Ooh, ooh)
You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same
[Verse 2]
Rap game like the crack game, swear it's all the same (Hustle)
Whippin' soda through the pot, watch it bubble
Flexin' muscle, hit the block, I bet I teach you niggas how to (Hustle)
Sellin' coca on the charts, watch it double
Uh, takin' meetings on my bus, this shit my mobile office
Gettin' head while at my desk, this shit my oval office
I remember when I got a hundred for recordings
Now the sum of my performances just put me on the Forbes list
Fuck jiggy, I'm flawless, fuck pretty, I'm gorgeous
Your favorite rappers' corpses couldn't measure my importance
My mind is out in orbits, plus my ego got endorsements
Heard the people want that raw shit, but y'all be talkin' bullshit
[Chorus]
You say you got them guns, but I've never seen you bang (Bang)
You say you got them drugs, but I've never seen you slang (Slang) (Alright)
You say you in that game, but I've yet to see you play (What?)
You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same (Yeah)
You say you got them guns, but I've never seen you bang (What?)
You say you got them drugs, but I've never seen you slang (Slang) (Oh)
You say you in that game, but I've yet to see you play (Ooh, ooh)
You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah
[Outro]
See you bang
See you slang
See you play
—Bodies in the way | Canal St. | A$AP Rocky |
[Intro]
Gang! Gang! Gang!
They talkin' down on my name, don't let 'em run off with the name
Man I just run with the gang, A$AP boys came with the flame
Gang! Gang! They talkin' down on the gang
They wanna rep with the name, but this ain't no regular name
Gang! Gang! They tryna run with the name
I might pull up with 3K but I do not fuck with no Klans
[Chorus]
Gang! Gang! Them boys not flexin' the same
I'm done with adjustin' to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang! Gang! I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell 'em don't fuck with the gang
It's time to fuck up the whole game!
[Verse]
Come fuck with the Mob, shout out to the Lords and the Gods
In love with my bitch 'cause she bi
My ice like the stars, I tell that bitch, "Cover your eyes
'Cause fuckin' with me, you go blind"
She losin' her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde
Convincin' my bitch to go blonde
Was born in the dark, I kill you, you open my blinds
On Yams and that's word to my moms
Margiela Madman with cases I'm still tryna beat
A bunch of shit from a long time ago
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Like dominos, nigga, Geronimos
When it's my time to go, adiós, vámonos
Flacko no Dominicano, but eat the tostones with plátanos
Dealing with life and its highs and lows
I'm just pimpin' like I'm supposed
I guess it's called livin', shit, I suppose
I'm on my live alone, die VLONE
Ain't talkin' 'bout spending or buyin' clothes
I'm 'bout my business but I'm alone
I still had the vision when I was broke
Fuckin' on bitches and foreign hoes
Flyin' out womens to boring shows
I pray to God I don't overdose
[Pre-Chorus]
I put A$AP on my tat
I put New York on the map
I put the gang on the flames
They gon' remember the name
They robbin' boys for the chains
I got Goyard by the sack
I got the boof by the pack
I fucked your boo on her back
[Chorus]
Gang! Gang! Them boys not flexing the same
I'm done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang! Gang! I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell 'em don't fuck with the gang
It's time to fuck up the whole game! (Game, game, game, game)
[Bridge]
Gang, gang
They tryna front on the gang, they gon' remember my name
True to truth somehow (Gang, gang)
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They tryna front on the gang
Truth somehow
Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
[Outro]
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
In my dreams, I'm dying all the time
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all
Then I wake, it's kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I never meant to hurt you (Then and now)
I never meant to lie | A$AP Forever | A$AP Rocky |
[Intro]
For all 'em hoes that was frontin' on niggas back in the days, man
(You know I'm sayin'? This for my broke jiggy niggas right now, you know)
Excuse me, fuck out my face
They say wealth is in the mind, not the pocket (I still had that)
I learned that from a very wise man
(Gotta pocket full of stones like Pimp say, this shit)
(Uh, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Okay excuse me, Mr. Bill Collector, I got problems
My check arrive mañana, I'ma pay my debt, I promise
I spent twenty thousand dollars with my partners in Bahamas
Another 20 thousand dollars on Rick Owens out in Barneys
I said excuse me, why the fuck you lookin'? What's your problem?
I swear we gon' have drama if you touch my tailored garments
All you see is niggas here, so that means it's triggers there
What you mean? We got weed, and codeine and bricks for sale (Excuse me)
I bet a lot of niggas plottin', so you know I got that heater, bruh (Excuse me)
Drive my side of Harlem, catch me ridin' with my Nina, bruh (Excuse me)
She got an apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruh
Oh, you mean like Q-Tip? Now that girl my new bitch
Excuse me, no, I believe the proper term's excuse you
I could switch up on you niggas and start shittin' if I choose to
That's when the new you becomin' different since they knew you
I guess the new me is just gon' take some gettin' used to (Excuse me)
[Chorus]
Excuse me, I tell them they're excused
What's the word around town, tell me what's the latest news
And, uh, who them niggas, I tell 'em we them dudes
Ain't got time to make excuses, bro, we steady makin' moves
And I, run the game even when they bend the rules
I pay very close attention after that I pay my dues
And, uh, excuse me, may I be excused?
'Cause I gave this shit my all, ain't got nothin' left to lose
[Verse 2]
Tell me why these little niggas talking like they killers, bruh
Nowadays these niggas always caught up in they feelings, bruh
But I stay one hundred 'cause you know I keep it triller, bruh
Mobbin like 2Pacalypse or Bishop how I Hit 'Em Up
Fill 'em up with lyrics, bury all my victims, kill 'em
Dig 'em up again, to say I did it
Snitch, excuse me, mind your business, bruh
Swear that you could get it, girl
She a fashion killer, huh? Killer girl, I'm a go-getter, she get it, girl
[Bridge]
Flacko, where you been? I've been thuggin' with my niggas, bruh
Flacko, how you been? I'm still thuggin' with my niggas, bruh
Flacko, where you been? I've been thuggin' with my niggas, bruh
Flacko, how you been? I've been thuggin' with my—
[Verse 3]
Buggin' with my niggas, gold sluggin'
Tell me who fuckin' with my niggas
Who run it, my niggas, fuck the fussin', they buckin' and bussin'
Now niggas slump over Robitussin in public
Cup full of purple substance or somethin'
My niggas, the only thing that move me, 'Excuse me'
[Outro]
Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko | Excuse Me | A$AP Rocky |
[Produced by Clams Casino]
[Intro]
Yeah, uh
Clams Casino, nigga (A$AP)
A$AP (Uh)
[Verse 1]
Mr. Pistol Popper (Uh), Flacko locked and loaded (Yeah)
Life's a bitch and she pussy pop, know why? 'Cause I got her open (Alright)
That pussy soakin' (Uh), fuck is you promotin'? (Uh)
Yeah, you claim you rage, you hatin' like you live in Oakland
All my rap town niggas with the roof back
Introduce you niggas to the new swag
Make you say a nigga blew up too fast
Fuck I'm 'sposed to do with all this new ass?
Fuck I'm 'sposed to do with all this new cash?
Thousand dollar drawers just to hold my balls
All I ever do is let my jewels sag
Pac gone, but the "Juice" back
Get your popcorn, juice, snacks
It's a movie, nigga, with a new cast
Get the news flash, that the truth back
This is boom bap, mixed with new raps
Look at all the niggas that I blew past
Hood by Air, to the do-rag
Nigga make way for the new jacks
[Interlude]
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
Uh
Uh, uh
[Verse 2]
It's Mr. Pistol Popper screamin', "Fuck a copper" (Fuck a copper)
I just bought a crispy choppa, finna fuck your block up, blocker (Yeah)
Even cracked the pavement, that's for niggas hatin' (Yeah)
I been impatiently waitin' to show you niggas Satan (Yeah)
All this talk of Illuminati ain't got a clue about me (Uh)
Bitch, I'm Trillmaluminati and got my crew behind me (Alright)
Shooters 'round me (Yeah), keep them looters 'round me (Uh)
Keep a tool around me (Uh), it'll keep you fools from 'round me (Uh)
Couple of them dudes surround me
With a gat, with a strap in a backpack
When they cap, cap, leave you flat, better back, back
On a fast track, ratatat, nigga, that's that
Nigga, pass that, finna ash, where the hash at
Got a Kat Stacks with an ass, finna smash that
Make 'em catch that, A$AP, then I pass that
Off to my niggas then she ask, "Where the cash at?"
Uh, I see dead people (Uh), I need dead people (Uh)
Lord Pretty Flacko, bitch, I behead people (Uh)
Kneel and kiss the ring (Yeah), all hail the King (Yeah)
Long Live A$AP put that on everything (Uh)
[Outro]
Alright, motherfucker, uh, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Alright, A$AP, yeah
All I need is love
All I need is love
All I need is love
All I need is love
All I need is love | LVL | A$AP Rocky |
[Part I]
[Chorus]
And I'm a man of my word, that I got nothin' at all
So tell me now does it hurt or is it too late? I'm a man of my law
I gotta keep my weight up, but who will lean if I fall?
But never mind, I'm fly, you know (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
She the type to seek love and make it everlasting
I'm the type to wake up and say you never happened
I mean, I fucked the girl with hella passion
But it's cold how we smashin', left her sleepin' on a separate mattress
I think her body makes for better practice
Good excuse for my absence like, "Flacko, where your ass been?
Heard you done with fashion, now your ass is acting"
I'm trippin' off the acid, now your ass is looking massive
This ain't the shit equipped with columns from my reckless swagging
This that dark house party with this record blasting
Rolling spliffs, clique beside me, fingers Liberace
When I seen this bitch in vintage Tommy and some mid Huaraches
I'm all alone though, mood music make me bop slower
Trippin' on how I shifted pop culture, changed hip-hop on you
Smoking like a rasta was my pop's culture
I be damned if I die sober, I'll be sure to visit 'Pac for you
[Chorus]
And I'm a man of my word, that I got nothin' at all
So tell me now does it hurt or is it too late? I'm a man of my law
I gotta keep my weight up, but where do I land if I fall?
But never mind, I'm fly, you know (Uh, uh)
[Verse 2]
And shout outs my pretty womens in the spot tonight
Let me see them fuckin' hands
And for the freaks that love the niggas with the Jeeps
Lex, coupes and the Bimmers and the Benz, come again
When my death calls, I pray the Lord accept collect calls
'Cause I be playin' with these womens like they sex dolls
Call my Prada prior, 'cause it's droppin' next fall
Don't you short the next ball, my closet like the Met ball
She said, "I just love it when you speak soft-spoken
Up in the magazines with your teeth all golden"
Took the whole year off just to learn to make beats
Dropped the flames on my release and leave the streets all smokin'
Uh, that touch-your-soul music, I get you higher
Grab your lighter fluid, might add a preacher and a choir to it
I speak the Father's music, hallelujah
Always Strive & Prosper, stupid
Even Montell can't tell you how we do it
Sit back and watch me do it
[Chorus]
And I'm a man of my word, that I got nothin' at all
So tell me now, does it hurt or is it too late? I'm a man of my law
I gotta keep my weight up, but where do I land if I fall?
But never mind, I'm fly, you know
[Part II]
[Verse 1]
Okay, let's get past all the swag trappin' and fashion talkin'
You want that take it to gats or keep it in rappin' talkin'
They rap impulsive, get embarrassed, it actually happens often
You my son like my last abortion, I'm just laughin' off it
I changed rap, pushed fashion forward, yeah, I'm that important
You jack my style, she jack me off, and y'all both actin' awkward?
Jigglin' baby, nah, go 'head, bitch
Ain't nothin' better than the pretty big forehead bitch
Listen close I got some shit to tell you, motherfuckers get familiar
It's not just model bitches on my genitalia
Did Azalea's from Australia, trips to Venezuela
Cinderella's under my umbrella for different weather
Ella, ella, ayy, just play it like I didn't tell you
Niggas takin' pictures any time we get together
And hope to fly away just one day like some love birds
Only one word that I'm afraid of is the "Love" word
[Verse 2]
More power to you, more power to you, my lovely one
More power to you, more power to you, my lonely one
More power to you, more power to you, my lovely one
What's up, bruh? That all depends
With friends like you, who need friends?
Sometimes the best advice is no advice
Especially when it's your advice
Oh, man, remember
Your man was on stage dressed like a family member
Man, everything basic to Ye Guevara
That means Saint Laurent is my Zara
I remember Rochelle ain't wanna fuck me with the polo
Ayy, bitch, you missed out, #fomo
I got one child, one child
But I'm fuckin', fuckin', fuckin' like I'm tryna make four more
They wanna throw me under a white jail
'Cause I'm a black man with confidence of a white male
Hallelujah | Jukebox Joints | A$AP Rocky |
[Intro]
You know us big mouth Harlem niggas don't know how to act
I got my West Coast connection
These dead in the street industry mothafuckas
Talkin' 'bout we can't eat, talking 'bout we brand new guys
Tell them niggas "Suck a dick!"
[Verse 1]
I'm camo'd down to my boxers, gold teeth, a Bathing Ape
It's animals in my projects, like monkeys, orangutans
Banana clip on that chopper, I hold heat, bangers bang
(Let Chiquita speak) Bet it keep the peace, that Lil B, brrangadang
I don't care if you blue or you red flagging
Hair swinging, my pants sagging
Hoes all on my bandwagon, your bitch gagging, she jet lagging
All my cuz niggas, what's cracking?
All my blood niggas, what's popping?
I ain't set tripping, I just happen
To know who click-clacking, you mismatching
Fuck swagging, you been jacking, fuck fly, I am fashion
Tryna cop that Benz wagon, my bitch drive it, my friends crash it
Niggas threat with the chit-chatting, see a nigga don't shit happen
I'm finna blow on that Bin Laden, so talk money, pig latin
(Suck my fuckin' dick, bitch!)
[Chorus]
Brand new clip, brand new nine (Bitch)
Brand new bitch, brand new ride (Bitch)
Brand new weed, brand new high (Woo)
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys (Bitch)
Brand new clip, brand new nine (Woo)
Brand new bitch, brand new ride (Bitch)
Brand new weed, brand new high (Woo)
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys (Bitch)
[Verse 2]
.345 be the big toy, now which nigga want it with the fat boy?
Uh, clipped-up like I'm paranoid, high as hell nigga, Fitzroy
Pull it off through the city like "errt"
Seen that ho nigga like "errr," hopped up on a nigga like murk
Put that pussy nigga in a purse
He wouldn't be the first, cover him with dirt (Yeah, uh, shit)
Put him in the ground, he was down to Earth
A napped up nigga, I been down since birth
Backpack full of random work
With two bad hoes, I'll teach you how to jerk
(Teach you how to jerk?) Swaggin' in my Js
Pop me a pill and throw that pussy a rave (Pussy a rave)
My prerogative ways
Nappy chin hairs with the brand new fade (Yeah)
Brand new nigga with the brand new venue
Sold that bitch out, shoulda made that ho bigger
Killing careers make these cupcakes remember
My objective is to serve your agenda
Biggie and Nas put they ass in a blender
Sprinkle some 50 and came out this nigga
Equipped with a gat and a dick in your mouth
Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house
Twisting up weed, I'm digging her out
Just filling her out
Do all that shit you be talking about
While you gone? Shit, Netflix on your couch
What this popcorn about?
Microwave oven while you out there cuffin'
You over there lovin'
That bitch be my stuffing, like, like we really be fucking
[Verse 3]
Brand new shirt to the brand new drawers
Brand new socks to the brand new Glock
This mothafucka hold 15, slap that ho in, tell the clip get lost
Bitch, I'm a boss, pulled up clean, don't you hear the exhaust?
Got my tie on, gripping on my iron on who I'm 'bout to fire on
Rap game fucked up, boy, fuck you think I rap for?
Crack game fucked up, boy, fuck you think I trap for?
Ridin' 'round with that mask on
Like a MAC attack when that strap on
Like a Shaq attack on that backboard, clap on, clap off
Blue pit in my back yard, red nose my bad broad
Titan full of that hydro, pretty nigga, no catwalk
Big burner in your big mouth, pussy niggas suck lead off
I pull it up then skirt off, vodka shots, he smeared off
40 ounce of that Cristal Rosé, that Rick Ross
Got it jumping like Kriss Kross, mismatching, no jigsaw
No horseplay when we quick draw, pussy nigga get a tit job
Hands up, stick your mans up, your time's up, the new brand's up
Q! | Brand New Guy | A$AP Rocky |
[Verse 1]
Uh
They call me F-L-A-C-K-O and don't play, no, 'bout my papes
Baked potato on that Draco, new bandana on my face
Ain't no stains up on my drapes, squeaky clean, fuck you say?
Peep them teeth, no dentures please
Princess cut, no dentist, please
Say cheese for the cameras (Ayy)
Eight Gs for the dancers (Ayy)
Benjis in the safe (That's right, ayy)
Bentleys for the phantoms (Uh)
But they all go to waste (Uh)
So what more can I say?
Praise to the Lord, give him grace
The scar on my face
But w-wait
[Interlude]
(ecafracS ,sruoy si dlrow ehT)
The world is yours, Scarface, nigga
(ecafracS ,sruoy si dlrow ehT)
[Verse 2]
I ain't duckin' niggas, I ain't duckin' bullets either
Shit, I ain't duck sauce since I became a vegan
Nigga, Flacko Jodye season
Prada pants before the season
Probably ducked off in a quiet place wit' ya breezy
Prada shades, that's probably why you couldn't see him
Shittin' me? (Boy)
[Chorus]
I would like to dedicate
To the scar on my face
All the stars of the globe
The world is yours, Scarface
I would like to dedicate this
To the scar on my face
Many stars on the globe
The world is yours, Scarface
[Verse 3]
Uh, fuck no, this ain't no hookah
Smokin' while I'm strollin' down Wooster
Buck fifty, my babushka
No pistol poppers and prostituters
Card scammers and the Prada boosters
Low top, yeah, the powder blue ones
Robber too, huh? Power to ya
Hallelujah, better pray to God
[Chorus]
I would like to dedicate
To the scar on my face
All the stars of the globe
The world is yours, Scarface
I would like to dedicate this
To the scar on my face
Many stars of the globe
The world is yours, Scarface
[Outro]
Uh, pearls and diamonds, that's excessive
Money, power, that's excessive
Money problems, that's expected
Marijuana, ass, and breastes
Pearls and diamonds, that's excessive
Money, power, that's excessive
Money problems, that's expected
Marijuana, ass, and breastes | Babushka Boi | A$AP Rocky |
[Intro]
Do just what I tell you (Uh)
Don't come in any closer (Uh)
And no one will get hurt
'Cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two (Uh)
[Verse 1]
A rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay
Out— Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like André (Uh)
Beef is on my entrée (Yeah), gin and juice, that's Bombay
Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way (Uh)
Pussy on a Sunday (Yeah), business on a Monday (Yeah)
My new crib came with feng shui and my closet's like a runway (Uh)
Come be my fiancée, she fucked me in a Hyundai
My rooftop got a lounge, just sit around and watch her sunbathe (Yeah)
Dinner date for 1K (Bitch), shopping date for 2K (Bitch)
Bougie-ass bitch made me wait to fuck for two days (Yeah)
Finally got it today (Uh), swear to God my mood changed (Uh)
Top off like toupees, drive off, touché (Bitch, uh)
Yeah— Yeah, my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy (Yeah)
And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy (Uh)
Bounce, boy, Flacko tell 'em holler at a nigga, G (Yeah)
Ridin' on my enemies (Yeah), this my ghetto symphony (Uh, uh, yeah), 'ny
Uh (Uh), uh (Yeah)
Uh (Uh, yeah)
[Chorus]
Sing
Louder
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
[Verse 2]
Whip— Whippin' Whitney, my mama as a witness
Bitches lickin' and lockin' up my Swishers
Once she blow my whistle, she know it's dismissal
Spread the news, I'm official, now hop out my foreign vessel (Uh)
Before I get aggressive, forget it, war-ready
Already tested, tears and blood invested
'Til my cardiac's arrested and my 40 ounce is empty
Show me what you owe me and a porterhouse with that (Uh)
Black magic on the tires, only I
Roll— Rollin' down a lonely mile, phony smile
Warrants, police on me now, still tourin'
And my chain, it may slow me down, cheer for it
Pain in its purest form
Don't complain, I came to reign from here forward
Still 'noid, so the crib got clear doors
Burnin' planes in my Air Force
And all I can see is Clearports (Uh)
[Chorus]
Sing
Louder
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer (Uh)
[Verse 3]
Since Rocky spit like André
I'm gon' kill 'em like Big Boi
These rappers is on my entrée
Eat 'em like cookies, Chips Ahoy
Mm, enjoy, when I get annoyed
Know a couple niggas that'll kill for joy
Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid
Body get found by a little fishin' boy
Arnold Schwarzenigga, toss a nigga
Like codeine mixed with a 'roid
Slow punch make a nigga chin collide
Fuck talking, how fast you could grip a nine?
Damn
Look at how the hollow tip hit his spine
Little motherfuckers that commit to crime
These niggas had the sidewalk sippin' wine
Guess that's why the ground sip the wine
Pouring liq' so I soak in, lift and shine
Tip-tip and toe, I miss the sky
My soul gets cold when my niggas died
So and so, niggas live and die
Beneath shoe soles you will reside
Rappers get a mil' for these freakin' lies
Sign a couple deals for these freakin' lies
How many times your eyes seen a nigga die?
Never
Spittin' it like a Beretta, nobody do it better, nigga | Ghetto Symphony | A$AP Rocky |
[Verse 1]
All I think about is life, nights, sipping on Sprite
Little codeine, nigga get throwed right
Two blonde dykes wanna kiss all night
I just pray to God that the shit go right
Little argument, and their fists don't fight
Fuck a dog ho and the bitch gon' bite
A$AP nigga, sip Cris all night
So them R. Kelly hoes getting pissed on twice
Damn, how a young nigga get so nice?
Young nigga cold like he sitting on ice
Fuck broke, tryna be rich all life
I coulda been a criminal and just rolled dice
My nuts hanging, my top back
Hoes screaming that Pac back
Throwing Westside, bandana tied
A$AP life, got a Pac tat
Harlem world my whole block strapped
Hoes all on my jock strap
My whip white but my top black
And my bitch white but my cock black
Purple drink? Got that
Tell these hoes all to twerk something
Bounce on me bitch, hurt something
Tell her pop that pussy like it's worth something
So shorty, she a stunner and daddy, he a runner
Be that pretty mothafucka, you could call me what you wanna
Cause I'm in love with that ass, she in love with the cash
So she shaking it fast and then making them stacks
And I'm taking it back and I'm taking her back
To the house just to bust in her mouth and I'm kicking her out
[Bridge]
How 'bout me and you and you and I
Take a ride to make this high
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
[Chorus]
So I say pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
That's all a nigga need
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
That's all a nigga need
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
That's all a nigga need
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
That's all a nigga need
[Verse 2]
It's A$AP Q, where the bread at?
Fuck around and bring the hush puppies back
She fuck me and the homies, she was cool with that
The block hot so I'm shaded in my bucket hat
Pause a little bit, I gotta little advice
If you fucked her once, then you could fuck her twice
And don't get head from hoes with overbites
Just giving out game, nigga show your right
Born stunna nigga, turn night to bright
High as a kite in my Nike Flights
Made 30 Racks it was just a flight
Flew a bitch out too, it was just a night
Shorty got the booty make a nigga say, "Woah"
Can I suck your titties, tryna see how far I can go
Try again and then again and she ain't telling me no
Sweetie tell me how you feeling, can I feel on you more?
She said, "I ain't fucking for free," but ain't shit I can't afford
Shit, I'll pay you for it, now bounce that ass on my bungee cord
Yeah, whoopsie daisy, put a good kid in your Section.80
Turn a baby into a lady, now here go the keys to my new Mercedes
Cause shawty she a stripper, all you got to do is tip her
She like ballers with some money screaming fuck them other niggas
Now do A through Z for a G, panties go down to her feet
Pussy get wetter for me, smackin' that ass to the beat, give her that Diggity-D | PMW (All I Really Need) | A$AP Rocky |
[Intro]
Smoke, Ty Beats
Better do it 'til we get right, uhh
[Bridge]
This is for my niggas getting high on the regular
This is for my bitches getting high on the regular
[Verse 1]
Purple drank, I still sip, purple weed blunt still lit
Real nigga, real bitch, purple swag, that trill shit
Them candy cars, I'm coming down, that paint drip, I still tip
That pimp shit, she ain't plan to fuck, I pick her up, I still hit
That's swag, bitch
[Chorus]
"I said"
Everything is purple (Swag)
Everything is purple (Swag, swag, swag)
"I said"
Everything is purple (Swag)
Everything is purple (Swag, swag, swag)
[Verse 2]
Purple swag, purple swag, I'm in the zone, I'm getting throwed
That purple swag, purple swag, that purple smoke up in my clothes
That big booty, juicy fruity, yellow bone, I wanna bone
I'm getting dome, I took her out, dick in her mouth, she getting on
I'm flexing steel, I'm flexing still, I'm sitting high, I'm tipping slow
I'm Texas trill, Texas trill, but in NY we spit it slow
I got these boppas going crazy, they see me coming
Robitussin, quit discussing, ASAP tell these niggas something, swag | Purple Swag | A$AP Rocky |
[Produced by Hector Delgado, additional production by Danger Mouse, Teddy Walton & THC]
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, this year we finna make a killin' (Yeah)
Now the money stack up to the ceilin' (Yeah, whoo)
All I know is payback, all I rep is A$AP (Whoo)
Now we finna go off in the buildin' (Yeah)
I could really give a fuck about your feelings (Yeah)
Used to be a schoolboy and a rude boy too
Not a jerk like the New Boyz, groovin' like ScHoolboy Q, nigga
I done killed a few boys, nigga (Yeah)
Down a couple shots, turn it up another notch
Got a bitch that's in the spot and she faded (Yeah)
Corset top with the new ass shots
Couple Instagram likes, now she famous, uh (Yeah)
Nose job, workin' on some payments (Yeah)
On a new car, now she finna trade it, uh (Yeah)
Next time, you shouldn't've sucked a nigga dick for free
Man, I swear the smart girls are my favorite, uh (Yeah)
Oh, my God, your cable's turned off
You shouldn't have sucked the nigga's dick for free
Brand new 'Rari, finna race it (Yeah)
I am not the nigga you should play with (Yeah)
This year, I turned it into the racist (Yeah)
All I wanna see is green faces (Whoo)
All I wanna count is green numbers (Yeah)
Man, that shit is weird, lookin' like the Matrix (Yeah)
Gave 'em HiiiPower, Always Strive And Prosper
Only took a little bit of patience (Whoo)
[Chorus]
Shorty she like to pop ass high
Popped her way up to first class high
She clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, she drop it low-ow-ow
Then she clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, down to the floor-or-or
Shake that ass, girl, make that coochie wet (Ow-ow-ow)
Shake that ass, girl, make that coochie wet (Ow-ow-ow)
Shake that ass, girl, make that coochie wet (Ow-ow-ow)
Shake that ass, girl, make that coochie wet (Ow-ow-ow)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, ever seen a crib like this?
Diamonds in my ear like wrists (Yeah)
Pull off at the light like, "Wuh"
Lookin' like a mil' in that trunk
Two-seater got me lookin' all clumped (Yeah)
Hit a nigga wig on sight (Sight)
Serve a nigga mom off white (White)
I'ma get her so high, I'm Christ
Nigga, ball so hard like Mike
I could whip that bitch like Ike
I can fuck your bitch off hype
Pink ring, got bling all bright
How a hot nigga rock this ice?
14, almost got that strike (Strike)
14, almost did that time (Time)
14, had a .905
Clip small, but the shit shoot fine
Shoot a spine, make a nigga recline
Start sparkin', a nigga go blind
G Rides, hoppin' out of Nissans
Do I got them hoes chirpin'? Yeah, uh
Do I put the work in? Yeah
Do I got them hoes out workin'? Yeah
Do I make 'em put the work in the Birkin? Yeah (Whoo)
[Chorus]
Shorty she like to pop ass high
Popped her way up to first class high
She clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, she drop it low-ow-ow
Then she clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, down to the floor-or-or
Shake that ass, girl, make that coochie wet (Ow-ow-ow)
Shake that ass, girl, make that coochie wet (Ow-ow-ow)
Shake that ass, girl, make that coochie wet (Ow-ow-ow)
Shake that ass, girl, make that coochie wet (Ow-ow-ow) (Yeah)
[Outro]
Ohh, memories
Ohh, memories
Ohh, memories
Ohh, memories
We've got electric body, we found ourselves the perfect way
Ohh, memories
We've got electric body, never gonna be alone
Ohh, memories
We've got electric body, we found ourselves the perfect way
Ohh, memories
We've got electric body, we've got electric body
Ohh, memories
We've got electric body, we've got electric body | Electric Body | A$AP Rocky |
[Intro]
I've been busy (Busy, busy)
I've been fuckin' busy, I've been busy fuckin'
I've been all kinds of busy, or sorta kinda busy
Like shorty is we fuckin'? Well if not then fuck it
Apologies to the fam, we thought we ducked 'em
Said I was in a rush but I was busy rushin'
It's busy shit, busy that, busy this
And I need a minute (Hold on)
[Chorus]
See this what that voice in your head says
When you try to get peace of mind
"I gotta find peace of mind" (Ooh, going to find)
"I gotta find peace of mind" (I'm going to find)
"I gotta find peace of mind" (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Spendin' time spinnin' out toward a desire that wasn't pure
Born before the virus was cured, pitch perfect, violins on the floor
Fast forward, linings on my skull (This what that voice in your head says when you try to get piece of mind)
This the type of design I could afford
Fast forward, bands out
Got they hands out like they acknowledgin' the Führer (I gotta f-)
I rewind, Nas track 6, rewind dance crazes
Read my mind, freed my mind, feed my mind, makes sense
Just like mirrors on the wall, just like sittin' on me (This what that voice in your head says when you try to get piece of mind)
Raw in mirrors seen it all, could make two, a piece of mind (I gotta f-)
Flickin' ash, pourin' a half, don't pour in a glass
Pour it in foam, this white got eggshells in my omelet
My earlobes, they yellow like the yolk is runnin'
Brain on drugs, I still ain't got no peace of mind, fuck
Woof, woof—dogs in the place, loose tooth—lost in the fray
Roof lost on the Wraith, roof lost on the way
Freeway, no Rozay, brute force, Brüt champagne
Tell the front desk to cut new keys
Reserved in the Mercer for two years, in two suites
Took out the bed like it's fuck sleep
I'll smack a bitch like it's hot hands
Fired the label like fuck brands
Comfortable low nigga, fuck Xans
Comfortable slow, who the fuck ran
Nothin' is sweet, nothin' in tank sweet, it's just a tank P
Salt on a slug, soda on slugged teeth, chewing on nothing
You're tweakin' or somethin', you're reachin' for somethin'
You're speakin', speak up then, you're thinkin', you’re overthinkin'
One blink and I'm pre-cummin'
That could turn every no one into someone
[Chorus]
"I gotta find peace of mind" (Ohh, do do, do do, oh)
"I gotta find peace of mind" (Oh, oh)
"I gotta find peace of mind" (Oh, oh)
"I gotta find peace of mind" (You make my desire pure)
"I gotta find peace of mind" (You make my desire pure)
I just need peace of mind for my purity
"You make my desire pure, just tell me"
"You make my desire pure, just tell me"
[Verse 2]
Memories burn the roaches
Cheer Hennessy for my old heads
Amphetamines for the dosage
Keepin' me up and focused
Jewelry cloth, my gold caps
NY throwback like the old Fab (I'm undone because)
Lost in the Google Maps in your iMac, think my phone tapped
Hold up, hold that (Hold on, my nigga, hold that—) (I'm undone because) thought
Nigga, pour up soda, nigga, hold that cough, tryna hold back
The call had dropped when the FaceTime paused (I'm undone because), don't call back
Can't cope when your heart broke
Soft-spoken, roll somethin', cop somethin', Narco
Saint like Joan of Arc, bro, ring barcode
Two of everything, should have been to blame when Noah's Ark broke (I'm undone because)
Two more drinks of everything before the bar closed
Face-to-face with my demons at a barstool
Haven't checked on my niece in weeks
Months past and months in between since me and my sister would speak
Not a call or visit in weeks
Lost nothin' since September
Last seen her September '16
Man it feels like (I'm undone because)
Lose someone every release, it feels like the curse is in me (A$AP)
Press is gone and I grief, I share with you my peace
[Outro]
"I'm undone because—"
"I'm undone because—" | Purity | A$AP Rocky |
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