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97 ContributorsMEGATRON Lyrics Brra-ta-ta-ta Brra-ta-ta-ta They call me Megatron, just did a telethon He got Margielas on, and I get my jealous on I fuck him like I miss him, he just came out of prison Bitches be talkin' shit, but they ain't got a pot to piss in My name is Nicki M, I'm in a sticky Benz That mean it's candy apple red, I'm Barbie, this is Ken That is a Fendi fact, I'm with a hunnid macs Oh, this is custom made, Donatella sent me that Feel up, baby, feel on me Pull up if you're feeling lonely Feel up, baby, feel on me Pull up if you're feeling lonely Brra-ta-ta-ta Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin' It's better when I'm drinkin' I tune up when I'm drinkin' Rum, rum when I'm- Brra-ta-ta-ta Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin' It's better when I'm drinkin' I tune up when I'm drinkin' Rum, rum when I'm- See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Brra-ta-ta-ta Brra-ta-ta-ta Brra-ta-ta-ta They call me Megatron, shorty's a mega con It ain't about the race either, it's the marathon I put the squeeze on him, th-throw up the Bs on him Th-that ass clappin' on the D, Hercules on him My name is baddie, baddie, I keep it tight for zaddy He keep it comin', comin', he ain't even drop the Addy Trunk in the front-front, I need a blunt-blunt I own my own moscato, bitch, we gettin' drunk-drunk Feel up, baby, feel on me Pull up if you're feeling lonely Feel up, baby, feel on me Pull up if you're feeling lonely Brra-ta-ta-ta Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin' It's better when I'm drinkin' I tune up when I'm drinkin' Rum, rum when I'm- Brra-ta-ta-ta Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin' It's better when I'm drinkin' I tune up when I'm drinkin' Rum, rum when I'm- Brra-ta-ta-ta Brra-ta-ta-ta Brra-ta-ta-ta Bite me, bite me, that excite me He said it's my pussy (Yup, it might be) If you eatin' it, do it precisely 'Cause I'm a millionaire, this pussy pricey (Yup, it might be, yup, it might be) He said it's my pussy (Yup, it might be) M-my pussy, m-my pussy (Yup, it might be) 'Cause I'm a millionaire, this pussy pricey Feel up, baby, feel on me Pull up if you're feeling lonely Feel up, baby, feel on me Pull up if you're feeling lonely Brra-ta-ta-ta Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin' It's better when I'm drinkin' I tune up when I'm drinkin' Rum, rum when I'm- Brra-ta-ta-ta Shots, shots, shots, I'm Brra-ta-ta-ta Shots, shots, shots, I'm Brra-ta-ta-ta Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin' Rum, rum when I'm-

Queen Only on them C's if it's breeze, Red Ruby Da Sleeze (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Chinese on my sleeve, these wannabe Chun-Lis Anyway, 你好 (你好, uh-oh) Who the fuck told bitches they was me now? (Uh-oh, ooh) I knew these bitches was slow, I ain't know these bitches senile (Ooh) Married a shooter case you niggas tried to breathe loud (Brr-brr) Boom your face off, then I tell him, "Cease fire" I'm the A, B side Seven-hundred on them horses when we fixin' to leave (Uh-oh) But I don't fuck with horses since Christopher Reeves (Uh-oh) (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Gotta be careful when I dip, it's flips all in the whip It's 40s with 30 clips, FN's with the switch Guacamole with the taco, waitin' on El Chapo Came in the Rolls and left low in a Tahoe Bad gyal don't die-die-die (Brr) Hundred rounds on that grrah-ta-ta Real one lick a shot-ta-ta She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like yah Boy affi dead if he ever diss me And he know what to do if he ever miss me See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Miss me with that na-na-na-na-na-na-na I stay with my na-na-na-na-na-na-na His ex hit him, he like, "Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah" He want the bad gyal sleeze like that Why I'm a tease like that? Ill, na-na-na-na-na-na-na He told me bring him that na-na-na-na-na-na-na We don't be Karen like Donna-na-na-na-na-na I like it when he grab my cheeks like that (Uh) Why I'm a freak like that? Bad gyal don't die-die-die Hundred rounds on that grrah-ta-ta Real one lick a shot-ta-ta She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like yah Boy affi dead if he ever diss me And he know what to do if he ever miss me When the Queen leave, bitches wanna come out like a cockroach Until I'm cookin' in the kitchen like a pot roast (Uh-oh, uh-oh) That new Spectre, we don't fill pot holes (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Dorito—bitches mad that they nachos Shoutout my vatos Shout out to hoes that's watchin' me like Movados (Click, click, click) All them, all them botched face photos, why would you post those? Make a gyal duppy since I heard you like my ghost, hoes Big truck but I'm alone like Post, though (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Call Malone and tell him I'm goin' postal (Brr) These bitches rappin' like my blooper roll (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Desert Eagle if your nigga actin' super bold (Got 'em, got 'em, got 'em) Got 'em like, "Uh-oh" Gun fingers like niggas doin' the bogle Ya fuckin' bozo That .40 cal a make 'em dance like a go-go Super fakks, that's word to Super Cat We ah rude gyal youth and we nuh tek back we chat 'Cause bitches couldn't walk in my Crocs, that's word to Dundee Just a bunch of airheads like Kelly Bundy Man, these bitches so slow, man, they slower than sloths (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Six-hundred horse, how you gon' catch the boss? Caught 'em with they hand out, tryna catch the sauce (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Thierry Mugler flow, tryna cut the cloth See the difference is: I run businesses (Uh-oh, uh-oh) If I ain't employ you, then what ya business is? I'll have staff roll up, like, "What the business is?" (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Oh, you don't know that my niggas kill witnesses? Bad gyal don't die-die-die Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta Real one lick a shot-ta-ta She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like yah Boy affi dead if he ever diss me And he know what to do if he ever miss me, yeah If you want me to stay I'll never leave If you want me to stay We'll always be If you want me to stay Love endlessly If you want me to stay

I just wanted memories with you Regret in your tears, know you taste 'em 'Cause you know I don't chase, I replace 'em Don't rush, take time, take some I just wanted memories, tried to make some with you You Now I gotta erase some with you You Look at you now, stuck in the background Silence right now sounds so loud Tried to let you go, you come back 'round Look at you now, stuck in the background Two seats in my two seater-er-er Used to pull off on me, leave me hur-urt Tryna front, but I know you do your dir-irt Not nice, boy you know you do your dirt Regret in your tears, know you taste 'em 'Cause you know I don't chase, I replace 'em Don't rush, take time, take some I just wanted memories, tried to make some with you You Now I gotta erase some with you You See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Baby now you know you got nerve I know you just wanna be heard I'm a bad bitch, you ain't used to that You gon' fuck around and make me do you bad Used to creep, creep, with you through the back I count up the cash and bring you the bag I count up the racks like Serena Plus I got that ass like Selena And you know nah-nah-nah-nah-nah, not a bitch That's gon' care, care, hold you down and love you like this Drop down, turn around, baby show you like this Won't find another one to ride it like a soldier like this Regret in your tears, know you taste 'em 'Cause you know I don't chase, I replace 'em Don't rush, take time, take some I just wanted memories, tried to make some with you You Now I gotta erase some with you You Yeah, and they say big girls don't cry Baby, I cried The real ones don't lie Baby, you lied I don't know what to do with you Baby, now I'm through with you 'Cause you don't even know what you just lost You don't even know what you just had You don't even know, and that's what's bad Money bag long, that bitch bad Used to lay up in them sheets, they were snow white Now you spendin' cold nights You've been in the wrong so long You don't even know right Call my line, call my line, I'm like, "Please, boy" You just need to leave, boy I ain't got time for you Just once, do somethin' for me, boy Regret in your tears, know you taste 'em 'Cause you know I don't chase, I replace 'em Don't rush, take time, take some I just wanted memories, tried to make some with you You Now I gotta erase some with you You Tried to make some with you, you With you, you I tried to make some with you I tried to make some with you I tried to make some with you I tried to make some with you I tried to make some with you, baby Make some with you Two pickney, mi woulda make some with you You said you would save me You said you would save me Hahahaha, rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Ohhhh, woooh

Uh, look, sucker, this my gun butt-uh Street fighter, bitches, this the up-cut-uh Nunchuk-uh, no time to duck-uh Sign of the cross, 'cause this is her last supper Play wit' me, check who came wit' me I bought a couple nines, plus the Ks with me I breeze through Queens to check some bad bitches I stunt so hard, assess the damages 'Cause this that "Oh," this is that "Oh" And yes, I body bitches, go get the bandages Y-Y-Y-Young Yummy, fuck you got for me? I hate a phony bitch that front that chum-chummy I'm me, top shotta, drop the top, top-uh Big fat pussy wit' a icy watch I am your leader, yes, I am your leader You not a believer, suck a big dick Yo, when I fly, it's one letter and one number You wack hoes could get hot for one summer After that, the Queen'll still reign here I'm Santa Claus to these hoes without a reindeer Saint Nick, Ross, hey, Rick I just got a toy, cost eight fifty Now I'm in the hood, niggas is gettin' woodies Hit up Hot Topic, Nicki Minaj hoodies I-I-I-I-I'm a brand, bitch, I'm a brand Go to Harlem and get Cam It's Dipset, get your dick wet Boarded a big jet and got a big check Now you tell me, who the fuck is winnin'? I'm on my Russell Simmon, Nicki denim, Nicki linen Kyuh See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like I am your leader (Uh), yes, I am your leader You're not a believer, suck a big dick Jealous niggas is gossip, watch me tie up my laces (Ugh) Bitches be jocking, tell by the look on they faces Eight digits I'm clocking, a lot of gold in my bracelet (Woo) Seven figures on watches; I told my mama I made it (Ha-ha) Made a deal for my project; just give me ten mil', I'm gravy (Gravy) I went back to the projects, in two mil of Mercedes I get head from your lady; have her bill me later I'm old school with the hustle, just gave Rihanna my pager Heartbreak hotel, I'm in the A-Rod suite Rolls Royce wood, I'm talking playoff seats Know that boy busy balling, I like to play all week Monday night with the RAW, I’m Vince McMahon with a beat Power-slamming them hammers, I get you handled for free (Uh) So where the fuck is her manners? She give me brain while I tweet DM, in the BM, you "cm"; you bucket, you love it (I am your leader, yes, I am your leader) (You're not a believer, suck a big dick) Motherfuckers on my dick, suck it I am your leader, yes, I am your leader You're not a believer, suck a big dick Ugh, see the car is European But got imported from Tokyo (It did) Looking like a shark The nose, call it Pinocchio (No lie) Well off, wealthy, LV logo (Uh-huh) Middle of July, but the wrist on snow-flow (Swish!) Only do the Aspens Y'all can have the Poconos (Y'all can have that) I'm Sonny, and you my son (Calogero) Ride the whip, five on the hip Live with the pies, got nine for the flip High with a bitch, she cry for the dick Oh my, know why? I'm fly as it gets Now I need a Aspirin; she said, "You're only Cameron" Girlfriend, you don't know Cameron from nowhere So don't go tampering (Watch ya mouth) You're just a nail, I hammer (Yup!) 'Nother girl that's on my camera (Yup!) My name, you cannot slander at all Girl, watch your manners (Yup!) She run and tell her mother, "I think I love him, Nana." Because you sat upon my lap? Nah! I ain't Santa (Nope!) They call me "Pied Piper," OJ no glove I knife her (I am your leader, yes, I am your leader) Never been a lifer, even do Rikers (You're not a believer, suck a big dick) Why would I fight? I don’t even like her I-I-I-I am your leader, yes, I am your leader You're not a believer, suck a big dick I-I-I-I am your leader, yes, I am your leader You're not a believer, suck a big dick

80 ContributorsI Lied Lyrics Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh I lied, I lied, I lied To keep you from breaking my heart Even though I said I didn’t love you (Love you, love you) I lied, I lied Even though I said I didn’t need you I lied, I lied To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh Even though I said, "Don’t touch me" (Touch me, touch me) I lied, I lied I can’t fall for you, can’t give my all to you Can’t let you think that I'ma let the game stall for you Gotta protect me, you gotta sweat me You said you thought you was ready and I said, "Let’s see" But I ain’t mean that, I need some fuckin' proof 'Cause what happens if I fall in love then you cut me loose? You just a heartbreaker, won’t let you break mine 'Cause I’ll be smashin' windows and cuttin' them brake lines See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like I lied 'Cause who knew that if I just let myself go with you Who knows? Who knows? So, I lied To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh Even though I said, "Fuck you" (Fuck you, fuck you) I lied, I lied I thought eventually, you would let me go That was my insecurities and my ego Missed my jump shot, missed my free throw Miss the way we kiss, miss the D, yo Man, it was good while it lasted That shit wasn’t real, it was magic If it was a record, it woulda been classic But fuck you though, orgasmic (Orgasmic) I guess this what I gotta do to keep me from fallin', stallin' the truth Who knew what you’d do if I let you in? My mama ain't raised no fool, I I'm not your usual, typical type Who would protect me if I never hide? Fallin' so fast, I'm afraid of you So I lied I lied, I lied To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh, whoa I lied, ooh, baby Ooh 'Cause who knew that if I let myself go with you (Ooh) It’s over now, goodbye, love (Ah, oh) You’ll stay, you’ll stay in my heart (You'll stay in my heart) forever

Take your medication, Roman Take a short vacation, Roman, you'll be okay You need to know your station, Roman Some alterations on your clothes and your brain Take a little break, little break from your silencing There's so much you can take, you can take I know how bad you need a Roman holiday Roman holiday, a Roman holiday You done, you tight? You suck at life? You don't want a round three? You done suffered twice Worship the queen and you might could pass Keep it real, these bitches couldn't wipe my ass Anyway, stylist, go get Bvlgari I am the ultimate Svengali You, you bitches can't even spell that You, you hoes bugging, repel that Let me tell you this, sister I am, I am colder than a blister 'Cause my flow's so sick, and I'm a lunatic And this can't be cured with no Elixir 'Cause y'all know who the fuck, what the fuck I do I done put the pressure to every thug I knew Quack, quack to a duck and a chicken too Put the hyena in a freakin' zoo See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Take your medication, Roman Take a short vacation, Roman, you'll be okay You need to know your station, Roman Some alterations on your clothes and your brain Take a little break, little break from your silencing There's so much you can take, you can take I know how bad you need a Roman holiday Roman holiday, a Roman holiday Bitch, twitch! Bitch, motherfucking right, this is World War Six This right here might make a bitch die And this right here is gonna make a bitch cry And if we being honest, I am such a great guy And this what I do when a bitch breaks flock I'mma put her in a dungeon under, under No them bitches ain't eating, they dying of hunger Motherfucker, I me, who the fuck is this hoe? And yes, maybe just a touch of Tourette's Get my wigs, Terrence, go and get my beret Take your medication, Roman Take a short vacation, Roman, you'll be okay You need to know your station, Roman Some alterations on your clothes and your brain Take a little break, little break from your silencing There's so much you can take, you can take I know how bad you need a Roman holiday Roman holiday, a Roman holiday Come all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant I am Roman Zolanski Come all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant I am Roman Zolanski Come all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant I am Roman Zolanski Talking 'bout me, you talking about me? I dare a motherfucker to be talking about me That bitch must be smokin' a couple of OZ's They want the outline, I give them a goatee Goddamn, motherfucker, you talking about me? I dare a motherfucker to be talking about me That bitch must be smokin' a couple of OZ's A-buh-buh-buh now give then a goatee Take your medication, Roman Take a short vacation, Roman, you'll be okay You need to know your station, Roman Some alterations on your clothes and your brain Take a little break, little break from your silencing There's so much you can take, you can take I know how bad you need a Roman holiday Roman holiday, a Roman holiday

67 ContributorsRight By My Side Lyrics (Go!) It all comes down to this I miss your mornin' kiss I won't lie, I'm feelin' it You're gone now and I'm missin' it I'm so dumb, I must admit It's too much to hold it in I can't say no more than this I just hope your heart hear me now Gotta let you know how I'm feelin' You own my heart, he just rentin' Don't turn away, pay attention I'm pourin' out my heart, oh, boy I (Yeah, yeah) I'm not livin' life I'm not livin' right (No, no, no) I'm not livin' if you're not by my side, oh-oh I (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) I'm not livin' life (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) I'm not livin' right (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, right, yeah) I'm not livin' if you're not by my side, oh-oh (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, yeah-yeah) See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Let's meet at our favorite spot You know the one right around the block From the nice place that you love to shop Can you get away? Girl, just sit down, let's talk it out One-on-one, without a crowd I wanna hold your hand, make you laugh again I need to be near you Gotta let you know how I'm feelin' You own my heart and she's just rentin' Don't turn away, pay attention I'm pourin' out my heart, girl I I'm not livin' life I'm not livin' right No, I'm not livin' if you're not by my side, oh-oh I (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) I'm not livin' life (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) I'm not livin' right (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) I'm not livin' if you're not by my side, oh-oh (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) I can't eat, I, I, I, I I can't sleep, I, I, I, I What I need, I, I, I, I Is you right by my side, I I can't eat, I, I, I, I (You) I can't sleep, I, I, I, I What I need, I, I, I, I Is you right by my side, I (Yeah-yeah, yeah) It, it, it-it-it, it ain't your spit game, it's your dick game That got me walkin' 'round ready to wear your big chain I only argue with him when the Lakers on Other than that, I'm gettin' my Marc Jacobs on But my pussy game so cold that he always seem to come back 'Cause he know that it be a wrap when I'm ridin' it from the back Wait, oh, let me see your phone 'cause all them bitches is ratchet And don't let me get in my truck 'cause all them bitches'll catch it Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Wait, damn, there I go again I be trippin', I be flippin', I be so belligerent Man, the shit that we be fightin' over so irrelevant I don't even remember, though I was probably hella bent (Yeah, let's go, let's go) I (Yeah-yeah) I'm not livin' life (I'm not livin' life) I'm not livin' right (Oh, baby) I'm not livin' if you're not by my side, oh-oh (No, no, no, no) Said I I'm not livin' life (Oh, yeah) I'm not livin' right (I'm not livin', ooh, I'm not livin') I'm not livin' if you're not by my side, oh-oh (Ooh, baby, no, no) I (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) Life (Li-Li-Li-Life, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) Right (Gonna be here, no, no, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) If you're not by my side, oh-oh (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, na-na-na-na, baby) I can't eat, I, I, I, I I can't sleep, I, I, I, I (Yeah, I can't eat) What I need, I, I, I, I (I can't sleep) Is you right by my side, I (I can't sleep, baby, ooh)

89 ContributorsYour Love Lyrics Shorty, I'ma only tell you this once, you the illest (Ba, ba-da, da, doh) And for your loving, I'ma die hard like Bruce Willis (Ba, ba-da, da, doh) You got spark, you, you got spunk You, you got something all the girls want You're like a candy store (Ah) and I'm a toddler (Ah) You got me wanting more and m-m-more of Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love Your love, your love Your love, your love (Uh) Your love, your love (Uh, yo) He the type to pop tags and be cockin' the brim Might breeze through The Ave, might stop at the gym And he keep a do-rag, keep the wave on swim W-w-waves on swim so they hate on him Anyway, I think I met him sometime before In a different life or where I record I mean he was Adam, I think I was Eve But my vision ends with the apple on the tree "S" on my chest 'cause I'm ready to save him Ready to get buck on anybody that plays him And I think I love him, I love him just like I raised him When he call me "mama, lil' mama," I call him "baby" See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Shorty, I'ma only tell you this once, you the illest (Ba, ba-da, da, doh) And for your loving, I'ma die hard like Bruce Willis (Ba, ba-da, da, doh) You got spark, you, you got spunk You, you got something all the girls want You're like a candy store (Ah) and I'm a toddler (Ah) You got me wanting more and m-m-more of Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love Your love, your love Your love, your love (Mmhmm) Your love, your love (Yo, yo) He the type to keep a couple hundred grand in a rubber band Just left Money Gram in the lemon Lamb' Hot damn, make me scream like Summer Jam I mean that nigga must be from the motherland Anyway, I think I met him in the sky When I was a Geisha, he was a Samurai Somehow, I understood him when he spoke Thai Never spoke lies and he never broke fly "S" on my chest, let me get my cape on He's so thugged out, Ghostface and Raekwon Convict just like Akon 'Cause you know the snitches be putting the jake on Shorty, I'ma only tell you this once, you the illest (Ba, ba-da, da, doh) And for your loving, I'ma die hard like Bruce Willis (Ba, ba-da, da, doh) You got spark, you, you got spunk You, you got something all the girls want You're like a candy store (Ah) and I'm a toddler (Ah) You got me wanting more and m-m-more of Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love Your love, your love Your love, your love Your love, your love Find me in the dark I'll be in the stars Find me in your heart I'm in need of your love Your love, your love Your love Baby, you're the illest Your love Your love

65 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguêsGood Form (Remix) Lyrics Ear Drummers Mhm, Young Money, uh huh, mhm Yo, hold up, hold up, mhm Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm Yo, hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up You see a bad bitch coming through, yo, what's the hold up? I'm in that new new, me and New New when I roll up I tell the valet, "Park my Benz and bring the Rolls up" Yo, hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up He see me lookin' pretty every time he scroll up Might gotta let the blicky hit you if you stroll up Now put your hands up, it's a hold up Run me the money (Go!) 'Cause I be the baddie B, Barbie tings, banging body B (Go!) Everybody be on my D, yo, I gotta be (Go!) in reality Suck a D if you doubted me Back of the 'Bach, back of the 'Bach Back of the 'Bach, back of the 'Bach (Woo!) Who on Barbie D? Who on Barbie D? Everybody (Go!) Ooh, you gotta see, honestly, on my odyssey (Go!) I'm the baddest B, I don't even know how to speak Hat to the, hat to the back and relax, you in the back of the 'Bach (Come on!) See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like See, a bitch got more coins than a game room So we ain't ever hatin' in TheShadeRoom See, I keep my sons in a playroom So me and you ain't ever in the same room I tell him eat the cookie 'cause it's good for him And when he eat the cookie he got good form He know I don't never cheat because I'm good to him Might gotta have his baby, nurses yellin' "push" for him You see I let him eat the cookie 'cause it's good for him And whenever he eat the cookie he got good form He know that when I'm pullin' up, I'm in a good foreign I be like, ooh, he love me, ooh, he love me, good for him Come on, come on, come on I be like ooh, he love me, ooh, he love me, good for him Come on I slick, slick drop the top like nip slips So he tryna smash like when the whip flips I hit licks just to floss with this wrist And when I leave my bitches, we all say, "Kiss, kiss" I'm in that new new De La Renta, channeling Bugs Bunny 'Cause all I want is karats and some big drug money I'm only loyal to the niggas that'll bust guns for me The jig up, it's a stick up, run me the money (Go!) 'Cause I be the baddie B, Barbie tings, banging body B (Go!) Everybody be on my D, yo, I gotta be (Go!) in reality Suck a D if you doubted me Back of the 'Bach, back of the 'Bach Back of the 'Bach, back of the 'Bach (Woo!) Who on Barbie D? Who on Barbie D? Everybody (Go!) Ooh, you gotta see, honestly, on my odyssey (Go!) I'm the baddest B, I don't even know how to speak Hat to the, hat to the back and relax, you in the back of the 'Bach (Come on!) See, a bitch get more press than a keypad Before you suck me off, get a knee pad See, I pull the strings like a tea bag I'm prolly with my jeweler playin' freeze tag I tell him eat the cookie 'cause it's good for him And when he eat the cookie, he got good form He know I don't never cheat because I'm good to him Might gotta have his baby, nurses yellin' "push" for him You see I let him eat the cookie 'cause it's good for him And whenever he eat the cookie, he got good form He know that when I'm pullin' up, I'm in a good foreign I be like ooh, he love me, ooh, he love me, good for him Come on, come on, come on I be like ooh, he love me, ooh, he love me, good for him Come on Barbie, (Yes?) I think you gnarly (Ooh) I think you fly, these other bitches just larvae (Haha) When you make that ass jump like my heartbeat And if you let me eat the pussy, then it's shark week "Hello, may I speak to Tunechi?" May I ask who's callin'? Everybody got the juice without a glass to pour it I want my cake and eat it, too, and after that, I'm starving I feel like Adam, but I'm 'bout to eat a apple on you, uh Rollie on the right side, now y'all on my time Please get off my dick before it turn into a pipe bomb Eyes lookin' like I'm somewhere outta Taiwan Faded as fuck as always, hi mom Look dude, I'll stomp your ass out in my good shoes Be my foot stool Told my lawyer don't call me 'less it's good news Then my phone started ringing off the hook, snooze, brrr 'Cause I be the baddie, B Young Money, it's a army He ain't into toys, but he fuck with the Barbie It's the president, Monica what they call me Nicki the ninja, Nicki the boss, Nicki the harajuku, ah Remix, baby Mula Yeah, yeah, yeah

57 ContributorsBig Daddy Lyrics You hear that right there? That sound like, but that 300 thousand nigga I'm triple OG in my hood These hoes call me big daddy Your bitch call me big daddy Tell that bitch that I'm big daddy When I hit the lot I don't get the little bitch Nigga I go and get the big daddy Pick a bitch up in the big daddy Big face Rollie that's a big daddy Got your bitch calling me big daddy When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy Nigga I'm big daddy Standin' on the corner in some shit that look like I payed like a million for Blowin' the money I heard that they askin' around town what he really worth Most of these niggas be really broke I went the Hardaway boy had a penny first Now these bitches gon' get this work I tell her keep on them heels and that mini skirt She Google my net worth, lookin' like "what is his neck worth?" My shooters, they shoot at your head, like the rim just to see if the net work I land in Miami then fly out to Cali with some of my best work You niggas so lame that my bitches won't fuck unless you cut a check first See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Your bitch call me big daddy Tell that bitch that I'm big daddy When I hit the lot I don't get the little bitch Nigga I go and get the big daddy Pick a bitch up in the big daddy Big face Rollie that's a big daddy Got your bitch calling me big daddy When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy Nigga I'm big daddy Pulled up in something that look like a million nigga put me up on Ain't gotta sell it, but he say the pussy a drug that he re-up on Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginóbili, you bitches get D'ed up on You mad at me? Go get mad at your nigga 'fore I put my sneakers on He copped me this wrist game, now it's just us at the Knicks game I might have to take him on tour just to fuck in Australia, Brisbane Your time is ticking, you bitches will be around shorter than Vine vids You watch your mouth or my niggas will shoot up the club like what Shyne did Your bitch call me big daddy Tell that bitch that I'm big daddy When I hit the lot I don't get the little bitch Nigga I go and get the big daddy Pick a bitch up in the big daddy Big face Rollie that's a big daddy Got your bitch calling me big daddy When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy Nigga I'm big daddy Bitches ain't stupid, you bitches ain't stupid You bitches ain't stupid, is you? Front like she tough but that bitch keep on crying Get this bitch a tissue For what it's worth when I took him I could tell he would never miss you I ain't even wanna diss you, but tell me what is this bitch issue? Still on top, pretty bitch gang Pussy still tight, pistol still bang Yo nigga call me big mama Let him eat the pussy then I dip on him Your bitch call me big daddy Tell that bitch that I'm big daddy When I hit the lot I don't get the little bitch Nigga I go and get the big daddy Pick a bitch up in the big daddy Big face Rollie that's a big daddy Got your bitch calling me big daddy When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy Nigga I'm big daddy

74 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguêsTrini Dem Girls Lyrics Brixton girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Queens dem girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Trini dem girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Jamaican girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Yo, he in love with a ghetto girl He said he want a piece like Metta World Pat, pat on the kitty cat He don't mess with them regulars He tryna kick it like a ninja He tryna stick it like syringes He don't ever play the benches So I'ma let him touch it if he playin' with some inches I know that you want it, I see that you watchin' You love when I wine it (Ayy) You know that I'm sexy, I hope that you ready To come here and get it Weh di hot gyal dem? (Woah) See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Brixton girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Queens dem girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Trini dem girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Jamaican girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Put it in his face like a cop badge He wanna pound it like a hashtag He gon' have to get the wash rag If he shoot it up, I'ma bust back Them island girls is the baddest (Mmm) American girls run the planet (Mmm) South African, European, Asian, Australian and my Canadian girls I know that you want it, I see that you watchin' You love when I wine it (Ayy) You know that I'm sexy, I hope that you ready To come here and get it Weh di hot gyal dem? (Woah) Brixton girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Queens dem girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Trini dem girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Jamaican girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum All the bad boys try to push up on me (Hey) He want a bad girl to come and spend his money (Hey) He say it taste good, just like honey (Hey) He in love with a girl from the islands inna di miniskirt flow I know that you want it, I see that you watchin' You love when I wine it (Ayy) You know that I'm sexy, I hope that you ready To come here and get it Weh di hot gyal dem? (Woah) Brixton girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Queens dem girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Trini dem girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Jamaican girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Ayy, ayy, ayy

I'm talkin' 'bout my brand and you talkin' 'bout your brands The difference is a lot of MMMMMMMMMMs to your couple hundred grand Young Money! Shout out to Lil Wayne for signing a lil chick from Queens New York City Young ma, it's the female Jay I'm a brand accordin' to what retail say Yeah my tours be sellin' out on presale day Plus I got the title queen stream, press replay Testified for my nigga to the DA's face One time for this super old PA case I'm still schoolin' bitches like GA State And I'ma still ball, call me T.D. Jakes Bars for years, niggas thought I did a bid I'm draggin' these hoes like Harambe did the kid Shut the club down, it was poppin' then we slid I call my pussy liquor, I ain't talkin' 'bout a swig But if you thirsty, I own a sangria Shout out to Fox Brown, I don't mean Pam Grier I got a sign that say "Lames can't hang here" Bats eyelashes, blank stare He be like, "You came?," I be like, "You came?" He say my ride game smoother than a Muslanne Every time they count me out I be like, "You sane?" Bitch I come back like Jordan in his flu game Every time I shoot it, it be all net I give him ostrich, that mean all neck Anything he need, I got on deck And go to sleep playin' with his ballsack See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Hahahah... Aaaaah! Rrrrrr... They wanna know my recipe They know I ball like the niggas at the ES-PYs Strung out on the pussy so I call her Crystal Methanine Shorty tryna give me brain like telepathy Ayo Sinceré, get Chanel bags Got a bitch lookin' like Chanel ads Chillin' out in dem Beverly Hill pads I gave bitches time but they still mad Si, está loco If my bitch don't like you, yo tampoco Me Dorothy and you Toto Now put some marshmallows in my cocoa Mmm.. Tastes good... Hahah... Yo, don't ever talk about Nicki in the past-tense Unless I fly pass that ass in a fast Bent' Fuck outta here you dumb bitch You know I'm pretty, and I'm witty, and I'm dumb rich You throw shade, but I sun bitch And now you know what I'ma say, you my son, bitch Yikes, yikes, yikes, yikes... Keep me rollin', Juice.. Hold on, hold on, keep me rollin' Juiiiiice.. Like I ain't make all these bitches want a fat ass at some point Hahahahahaaaaa Like I ain't make these bitches rock pink hair at some point! Hahahahah! Rrrrr! Oh my God! Wait, God is good Lemme, lemme testify, God is good Shoutout to my fans, I love y'all so much too I miss y'all so much too Ooouuu! Hahaha Ooouuu! Uh! Like I ain't make a lot of bitches start spitting metaphors and all of that Mm, queen back... Uh, uh, uh, uh ,uh Turn it up, turn it up in my ear, Juice Mm, okay, uh, hahahaha, uh This is only for my bad bitches, okay Ting-a-ling a ling, dancehall it swing DJ head stuck up when dem hear boom riddim Ting-a-ling a ling, schoolbell it ring Knife and fork ah fight fi dumplin Ting-a-ling a ling, dancehall it swing DJ head stuck up when dem hear boom riddim Ting-a-ling a ling, schoolbell it ring Knife and fork ah fight fi dumplin Uh, uh, uh I fly like paper, I get high like planes If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name I got visas in my name, I got visas in my name If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name Th-this is my reign, que-queen is my name You, dutty gyal, nuh dare in my lane Watch unu mouth, wa-watch what unu say This is my game, so watch how unu play M.I.A., M.I.A., I make bitches go M.I.A M.I.A., M.I.A., I make bitches go M.I.A M.I.A., M-M-M-M.I.A., I-I-I make bitches go M.I.A M.I.A., M.I.A., I make bitches go M.I.A Rrrr Ting-a-ling a ling, dancehall it swing DJ head stuck up when dem hear boom riddim Ting-a-ling a ling, schoolbell it ring Knife and fork ah fight fi dumplin Ting-a-ling a ling, dancehall it swing DJ head stuck up when dem hear boom riddim Ting-a-ling a ling, schoolbell it ring Knife and fork ah fight fi dumplin I'm talkin' 'bout my brand and you talkin' 'bout your brands The difference is a lot of MMMMMMMMMMs to your couple hundred grand Mm, c'mon! Kyuh

Woo, woo I pull up like How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up? (Oh, oh, oh) How you pull up? I pull up (Woo, SethInTheKitchen) Let's go Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar? (Yeah) This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo) My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo) You better let me go the day you need me (Woo) Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (Woo) And if I ain't enough, go get the chop It's safe to say I earned it, ain't a nigga gave me nothin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm ready to hop out on a nigga, get to bustin' Know you heard me say, "You play, you lay," don't make me push the button Full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a fuckin' bucket Goin' for buckets, I bought a chopper I got a big drum, it hold a hundred, ain't goin' for nothin' I'm ready to air it out on all these niggas, I can see 'em runnin' Just talked to my mama, she hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my brother I'm really the baby, she know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the money (Okay, let's go) She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot She know what I do, she know 'fore I run from a nigga, I'ma pull it out and shoot (Boom) PTSD, I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu My daughter a G, she saw me kill a nigga in front of her before the age of two And I'll kill another nigga too 'Fore I let another nigga do somethin' to you Long as you know that, don't let nobody tell you different Daddy love you (Yeah, yeah) You might also like Let's go Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar? (Yeah) This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo) My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo) You better let me go the day you need me (Woo) Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (Woo, yeah) And if I ain't enough, go get the chop (Yeah, yeah) Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban 'Cause the codeine had a young nigga swervin' I got the mop, watch me wash 'em like detergent And I'm ballin', that's why it's diamonds on my jersey Slide on opps' side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah My junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman Fool me one time, you can't cross me again Twelve hundred horsepower, I get lost in the wind If he talkin' on the yard, the pen' dogs'll take his chin Maybach SUV for my refugees Buy blocks in the hood, put money in the streets I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station Had it on me, thirty thousand, thought it was my last day But they ain't even want no smoke If I had to choose it, murder what she wrote Let's go Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar? (Yeah) This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo) My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo) You better let me go the day you need me (Woo) Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (Woo) And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

Pooh, you a fool for this one Ha Oh Lord, Jetson made another one Hah Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh) She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah) I just signed a deal, I'm on Yeah, yeah I go where I want, I'm good (Good) Play if you want, let's do it (Ha) I'm a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) Yeah, yeah The first nigga play, I'ma body a nigga (Ha) I just checked my balance I'll probably pull up to your hood And come buy me a nigga (No cap) You know that your ho told you that nigga crazy Don't think that she lied to you, nigga (Bitch) Get caught with your ho when I'm poppin' 'em both Now they high just like Bobby and Whitney (Haa) Say I'm the goat, act like I don't know But fuck it, I'm obviously winnin' Don't make me go hit the bank and take out a hundred To show you our pockets are different (Ha) I'm out with your bitch and I only want knowledge She got a lil' mileage, I'm chillin' (Uh) You disrespect me and I'll beat your ass up All in front of your partners and children (Ahh, ahh) I'm the type to let a nigga think that I'm broke Until I pop out with a million (I pop) Take 20K and put that on your head And make one of your partners come kill you (Yeah) Say he fuckin' with me then he gotta grow up 'Cause this nigga gotta be kiddin' (Kiddin') This shit, it can't fit in my pocket I got it, like I hit the lottery, nigga (Hot, hot, hot) Opp, I'll slap the shit out a nigga No talkin', I don't like to argue with niggas (I don't) Ain't gon' be no more laughin' You see me whip out 'cause I'm gon' be done shot me a nigga (No cap) I don't follow no bitches on IG But all of your bitches, they follow a nigga (Ha) And that lil' nigga ain't gon' shoot shit with that gun He just pull it out in his pictures (Bitch, uh) You might also like Hah Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh) She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah) I just signed a deal, I'm on Yeah, yeah I go where I want, I'm good (Good) Play if you want, let's do it (Ha) I'm a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) Yeah, yeah Hah Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh) She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah) I just signed a deal, I'm on Yeah, yeah I go where I want I'm good (Good) Play if you want, let's do it (Ha) I'm a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) Yeah, yeah Talkin' my shit, I'ma pop that (Pop) Got like thirty-two thousand in one of my pockets The other one, that's where the Glock at (Glock) You little niggas wanna be internet gangster Man, tell all these little niggas stop that (Ha) Been done burnt me a nigga in front of the store Where your mammy and grandmama shop at (Bitch) Hopped out on a whole other wave from these niggas Let's see one of you little niggas top that I will turn a nigga into a convertible Push me a lil' nigga top back (Vroom) Her boyfriend be hatin' and callin' her groupie Just 'cause she like all my music (Ha) She'll send me a text and then delete the message He tryna find out, it's confusin' I don't know what these niggas is thinkin' about Use the brain in your head 'fore you lose it (Bitch) I'll pull up after school and I'll teach her some shit Tell your bro I'm a motherfuckin' tutor 'Member I used to cheat off a pretty bitch test All the teachers, they thought I was stupid (Uh huh) Was expectin' the box to pull up on a truck Man, this nigga pulled up on a scooter (The fuck?) Hah Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh) She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah) I just signed a deal, I'm on Yeah, yeah I go where I want, I'm good (Good) Play if you want, let's do it (Ha) I'm a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) Yeah, yeah Hah Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh) She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah) I just signed a deal, I'm on Yeah, yeah I go where I want I'm good (Good) Play if you want, let's do it (Ha) I'm a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) Yeah, yeah

85 ContributorsBOP Lyrics You know everybody been waiting on that Baby, man I mean, it's like ever since Baby on Baby dropped, man, like, you know (Ever since Baby on Baby dropped) Ain't nobody drop shit (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) Let's go, hah I needed some shit with some bop in it (Let's go) I flew past the whip with that blunt in my mouth Watch the swervin', that whip had a cop in it (Woo) My bitch got good pussy, fly her 'cross the country I finish the show and I hop in it (Mm, mm, mm) I got me a milli', I did it legit-ly I'm still with the shits, I'm a hot nigga (Hot) Oh, you asking for pictures with niggas? (Huh?) What's your name? Get the fuck out the spot, nigga (Get the fuck) Tryna figure which deal I'ma take (Uh-huh) I woke up, couple mill' on my plate (Let's eat) I'm investing in real and estate (Uh-huh) I just went gave my mama a hundred (A hundred) Probably won't hear me open my mouth 'Less you hearin' me talkin' 'bout finding some money (Let's go) As soon as I found it, I flipped that (Flip) I'm a little bit different, they get it (They dig) Know I'm stiff on a bitch and she dig it Tryna find out why Baby ain't all in her mentions (Hah) No, she ain't get no DM from me (Bitch) This rich nigga dick, it ain't free She be throwin' that ass, yeah, she good at it Turn around when we fuck, make her look at it (Uh, she like, hah) You might also like I needed some shit with some bop in it (Let's go, uh) I flew past the whip with that blunt in my mouth Watch the swervin', that whip had a cop in it (Woo, okay) My bitch got good pussy, fly her 'cross the country I finish the show and I hop in it (Mm, mm, mm, yeah) I got me a milli', I did it legit-ly I'm still with the shits, I'm a hot nigga (Hot, let's go) I'm unorthodox than a motherfucker Ayy, when you gon' switch the flow? I thought you'd never ask Niggas ain't fuckin' with me And ain't 'bout what the fuck they be rappin' 'bout with they lil' scary ass (Hah) But to each his own, nigga (Huh) If you like it, I love it, no biggie (No big) That boy say he get money, oh, really? How much they just cut you a check for? A milli' I'm going back to Cali like Biggie (Go back) 'Bout to go get a pound just to smoke (I smoke) They told me to come work on my album I'm tryna go find out the price on a boat (Okay) My lil' bitch act like Megan Thee Stallion (Mm) She ghetto and nasty, she drivin' the boat (Mm, mm, drive the boat) All this shit that they makin' be boring Play me something to bop while I ride with the pole Here you go (Uh, oh, hah, okay) I needed some shit with some bop in it (Let's go) I flew past the whip with that blunt in my mouth Watch the swervin', that whip had a cop in it (Woo) My bitch got good pussy, fly her 'cross the country I finish the show and I hop in it (Mm, mm, mm) I got me a milli', I did it legit-ly I'm still with the shits, I'm a hot nigga (I'm hot) Like, this shit feel like, you know The sophisticated ratchet hoes, you know The ones that go to work by day, then, you know Dance in the mirror by night (Hah) I needed some shit with some bop in it (Okay, let's go) I flew past the whip with that blunt in my mouth Watch the swervin', that whip had a cop in it (Woo) My bitch got good pussy, fly her 'cross the country I finish the show and I hop in it (Mm, mm, mm) I got me a milli', I did it legit-ly I'm still with the shits, I'm a hot nigga (I'm hot) Oh, you asking for pictures with niggas? What's your name? Get the fuck out the spot, nigga (Get the fuck) Tryna figure which deal I'ma take (Uh-huh) I woke up, couple mill' on my plate

81 ContributorsINTRO Lyrics Thinkin' 'bout my grandmama and shit (Wait a minute, who are you?) I got the number one record, they acknowledged the jit (Ayy, yo, Kid) They goin' crazy when they play it, head bobbin' and shit And I'm just somewhere fucked up thinkin' 'bout my father and shit They found him dead a couple days before I started tour Same day I flew back to the city from Miami I was out there with the family Just lookin' at my daughter Thinkin' to myself like, "Damn, my baby look just like my daddy" Same time I got the news, my shit went number one, that's fucked up That shit there was confusin', a lil' bit, you know I flew in with the stick Okay, like let me know what's up before I lose it in this bitch And everybody tryna talk, I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna click I'm tryna send somebody wit' him Somebody let me know what's happenin' My last name K-I-R-K, Kirk You know how I rock behind my daddy You know I never gave a fuck about the world, just about my family How the fuck I make it to the top same day I lost the nigga that had me? How a nigga perform on BET and a year ago couldn't afford a sandwich? I had to move in with TG when I went broke movin' out to Cali What you know about smilin' every day for all your fans, actin' like you happy? I spent a hundred thousand layin' my daddy to rest, but I ain't braggin' I got some questions, I'm a die about respect if I don't get answers My mama stood up in that chair, took it like a G when she had cancer My brother be thinkin' that we don't love him and let him struggle like we ain't family Like I won't give up all I got to see you happy, nigga We shocked the world, everybody know what's happenin', nigga I'm still Lil' Jon Jon, my song, it just went platinum, nigga We on our own time, let's go move out to Cali, nigga Put the kids in homeschool, let's go get us a mansion, nigga Let's raise our kids right, let's watch the shit we teach 'em, nigga Let's start a business for you so they can't say that you leechin', nigga How I know I'm the chosen one, 'cause sometimes when I be speakin', nigga Like on this song, I ain't rappin', I'm preachin', nigga You might also like If I love you, then I need ya (Let's go) I fuck with you like Martin fuck with Gina (Uh) We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey) Let's go get married like we Thankgod and Kenisha (Okay) Don't give a fuck about the world, just 'bout my people (Facts) I don't care what the fuck they told you, we ain't equal (Uh-uh) Niggas ain't cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy) And I be too busy doin' me to see what he do, nigga Yeah, verse two, that lil' nigga from the other side (Uh-huh) And I do it myself, whenever I ride, you know that my brothers ride (Okay) And I still got a lotta shit on my mind that I can't undecide (Yeah, yeah) Got me ready to slide, feelin' like Doughboy when his brother died (Boyz n the Hood) You know how I step, you know how I rep, you know about Baby, nigga (You know about Baby) You know how I'm comin' back for that cross if you ever play me, nigga (Get back) You know how I got it up out the mud and turned it to gravy, nigga (Huh) And hit the rap game like crack cocaine in the '80s, nigga Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout, bruh? Like.. (Oh my God, oh) Look (Oh my God) Look, man Look (Oh my God) Baby on Baby, now that's Baby on Baby God is great Big dawg, Baby He goin' Baby on Baby on Baby, huh Yeah, rest in peace to my daddy Rest in peace to my grandma Let's go If I love you, then I need ya (Let's go) I fuck with you like Martin fuck with Gina (Uh) We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey) Let's go get married like we Thankgod and Kenisha (Okay) Don't give a fuck about the world, just 'bout my people (Facts) I don't care what the fuck they told you, we ain't equal (Uh-uh) Niggas ain't cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy) And I be too busy doin' me to see what he do, nigga Uh-huh Okay, yeah Uh-huh Okay

64 ContributorsVIBEZ Lyrics Let's go (Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat? Ah, nah) You know it's Baby, nigga, hahaha Hah (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one), ha She wanna fuck with me, but I don't got the time (Mmh, mmh) I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 (Yeah) Go call my chauffeur, bitch, 'cause I don't like to drive We in Suburbans back to back and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes (Let's go) Fill 'em with vibes (Yeah), get in and ride (Yeah, yeah) And no, a nigga not blind (Uh-uh) But I keep the stick and I'm firin' (Bitch) I ain't met a nigga in life That's fuckin' with me, say he did, then he lyin' (Mmh, mmh) Got so many vibes stuffed in the car We can fuck them hoes six at a time (No cap) I make them hoes say, "That nigga so fine" (Ooh) "Girl, he got the dick you can feel in your spine" (Yeah) Yeah, that what they say about Baby You know that them bitches don't play about Baby Baby should go run for president Look what God did, took his time with me (Yeah, yeah) Got a red and white ho like a peppermint (Ooh) Book the hotel, take the vibes in She gon' fuck me and fuck on my brethren (Uh) My brother 'nem, havin' three hoes in the king size I ain't finished yet (Mmh), get another bitch (Mmh) Got her ridin' dick and screamin', "Yeehaw" (Mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh) Make me proud, girl, you a cowgirl (Huh?) Did a handstand, I'm like, "Wow, girl" (Okay, okay) Got me fuckin' her upside-down (Ooh, mmh), baow, baow Yeah, we goin' dumb, say she wanna cum (Mmh) I'm lookin' like, "When?" She lookin' like, "Now" Some more came in, say they want it too I tagged in my brother, bitch, I'm out (Bye), I know You might also like She wanna fuck with me, but I don't got the time (Mmh, mmh, yeah) I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 (Yeah) Go call my chauffeur, bitch, 'cause I don't like to drive We in Suburbans back to back and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes (Let's go) She wanna fuck on me, but I don't got the time (Mmh, mmh) I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 (Yeah) Go call my chauffeur, bitch, 'cause I don't like to drive We in Suburbans back to back and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes (Look) Let's get on a jet (Yeah), come give me some neck (Yeah, yeah) She ain't pickin' up (Huh?), and her nigga just called, she gon' send him a text I don't need no doc', bitch, you know I'm a dog, better send me the vet Ever made you a million? I tell 'em, "Riddle me that," ain't offended me yet My bitch drink Bacardi, I'm in this bitch feelin' like 'Set (Okurr), quarter mil' on my neck One-point-two on the crib, four hundred thou' on the whip, dickin' down your lil' bitch I'm 'bout to go buy me a coupe (Zoom) Pull up, make the doors raise the roof (Yeah) Louis V army fatigue (Yes, sir) Hop out with a pole like a troop (Yeah, get in there) Baby Ray Allen from three (Swish) You leave me open, I shoot (Baow, baow) We like Martin and Pam at the hotel (Uh) We kickin' hoes out, get the boot (Mmh) These hoes catchin' bodies, they 'bout it (Yeah) We having new vibes in the lobby (New vibes) That's wherever we go, ain't no problem (No problem) I just told a bitch no, she was childish (Bye) Pulled up like She wanna fuck with me, but I don't got the time (Mmh, mmh) I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85 (Yeah) Go call my chauffeur, bitch, 'cause I don't like to drive We in Suburbans back to back and we gon' fill 'em up with vibes

59 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguêsGoin Baby Lyrics Oh Lord, Jetson made another one Hah I'm goin’ baby on baby (Uh-huh) That nigga a bitch, he think he a gangster He probably still slangin' .380 (Ha) Probably told you I'm lit, come get you a sniff I’m pure like cocaine in the '80s Pull up rockin' all white like I'm Gotti (Ha) Put 'em up like a kite if he try me (Yuh) Got 'em watchin', my life is excitin' Just Facetimed my daughter, she laughin’ and smilin’ (Mwa) Still got shit on my plate from November (Uh-huh) A few open cases, they pendin' (Damn) Fuck around, think I’m signed to Cash Money (I) Pull up with a Drake and a sprinter (I) Give a fuck how you think, how you feelin' (I) Could show you how to make a few million (I'm) So full of myself, say I'm cocky (Yup) Ask the bitch if she copy, she copy (Okurr) I go straight through the door with my Glocky (Uh, uh) Niggas ain’t really poppin', we poppin' (Yeah) Put the billion with baby, that business (Damn) Play with me, put his name on a t-shirt (A tee) Tell your boyfriend to go do his research (Uh-huh) She suck my dick every day, say her knees hurt (Haa, hmm) You might also like I'm goin' baby on baby (Uh-huh) That nigga a bitch, he think he a gangster He probably still slangin' .380 (Ha) Probably told you I'm lit, come get you a sniff I'm pure like cocaine in the '80s Pull up rockin' all white like I'm Gotti (Ha) Put 'em up like a kite if he try me (Yuh) Got 'em watchin', my life is excitin' (Hmm) I'm goin' baby on baby (Uh-huh) That nigga a bitch, he think he a gangster He probably still slangin' .380 (Ha) Probably told you I'm lit, come get you a sniff I'm pure like cocaine in the '80s Your bitch on my dick, she a junkie (Uhh) I don't got no time (No, no) Every day all I do is get money They tryna tell me I'm a bad influence Talkin' bad 'bout everything I do, uh Dunk on nigga like I'm Patrick Ewing I can't beat 'em up bet I'ma shoot 'em (Boom) Your bitch is a dog, she got rabies (Brr, ruff) I'm out doin' shows, state-to-state chasin' paper (Uh) I just closed a deal for an M (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Now I'm out in LA like a motherfuckin' Laker They left when I needed 'em, fucked up my feelings It filled up my heart full of hatred (Uh, huh, huh) Held it down on my own I proved everyone wrong every day (Ayy, ayy) God is great, it's amazin' (Ayy) I'm goin' baby on baby (Uh-huh) That nigga a bitch, he think he a gangster He probably still slangin' .380 (Ha) Probably told you I'm lit, come get you a sniff I'm pure like cocaine in the '80s Pull up rockin' all white like I'm Gotti (Ha) Put 'em up like a kite if he try me (Yuh, huh) Got 'em watchin', my life is excitin' (Hmm) I'm goin' baby on baby (Uh-huh) That nigga a bitch, he think he a gangster He probably still slangin' .380 (Ha) Probably told you I'm lit, come get you a sniff I'm pure like cocaine in the '80s Bitch That ain't the baby, that's my baby

60 ContributorsTOES Lyrics My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (Uh, brr) Said if I leave her, she gon' die Well, bitch, you done with life (Okay) Better not pull up with no knife 'Cause I bring guns to fights (Boom) Say you got that sack, I got that sack But ain't no ones in mine (Nope) And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie I don't even like dubs in mine (Alright) What I look like with all them twenties? (Huh?) Know them hoes like how I'm coming (Yeah) What I look like with all this money? (Huh?) How I look havin' all these hoes? (Uh) When I crack a smile, white gold (Bling) Yeah, I'm talkin' diamonds, froze (Yeah) Came from the bottom, toes (Woah, Kenny) Yeah, backend Baby (A hundred) That's what they pay me a show (Let's go) That's probably some cap in my rap By the time this shit drop, they gon' pay me some more (Uh-huh) And I still can go back to the trap Send a box, pick it up, make a play at the store Feelings still hurt from when I saved that ho You might also like My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (Uh, brr) Said if I leave her, she gon' die Well, bitch, you done with life (Okay) Better not pull up with no knife 'Cause I bring guns to fights (Boom) Say you got that sack, I got that sack But ain't no ones in mine (Nope) And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie I don't even like dubs in mine (Alright) Nope Too raw, dope (Yeah) You know I'm one of the G.O.A.T.'s She let me put it in the back of her throat Walk in the bank with a M in a tote (Yeah) I'm tryna make a deposit Let 'em try play with the money (Pow, pow) Shawty gon' take off your noggin Long as she want it and pick it, I'm buyin' it I had the Rover for a year, I don't drive I get 'em whacked, I don't advise 'em to try it, yeah I'm runnin' shit, I ain't lyin' I got a backend for one twenty-five I bought a Patek for one eighty-five This shit gettin' easy at this point My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (Uh, brr) Said if I leave her, she gon' die Well, bitch, you done with life (Okay) Better not pull up with no knife 'Cause I bring guns to fights (Boom) Say you got that sack, I got that sack But ain't no ones in mine (Nope) And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie I don't even like dubs in mine (Alright) Heartless, don't need a valentine (Forever) I call 'em racks, not bands (Why?) Ain't no rubber band on mine (At all) I used to be down, down, down, down Waiting on taxes time (Fucked up) Look at me now, now, now, now They pay me to flex and shine (I'm up, let's get it) Big speaker like an eighteen inch sub (Yeah) I'm a hundred, you a dub (Nothin') Lookin' for me, I'm booked up (Where you at?) 50 Cent, I'm in the club (Hey) Diamonds on my earlobe, ice on dyke (Huh?) One-fifty on studs Rugrat, young nigga got it out the mud My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (Uh, brr, Big Bagg) Said if I leave her, she gon' die Well, bitch, you done with life (Okay) Better not pull up with no knife 'Cause I bring guns to fights (Boom) Say you got that sack, I got that sack But ain't no ones in mine (Nope) And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie I don't even like dubs in mine What I look like with all them twenties? (Huh?) Know them hoes like how I'm coming (Yeah) What I look like with all this money? (Huh?) How I look havin' all these hoes? (Uh) When I crack a smile, white gold (Bling) Yeah, I'm talkin' diamonds, froze (Yeah) Came from the bottom, toes

26 ContributorsNext Song Lyrics When I talk it, I live it, they feel it (Hah) And I got a pretty bitch with a fat ass Put one leg in the air when I hit it (Ha-ha-ha-ha, Firzt on the track) The police behind me, you know that I'm smashing I ain't pulling over, you tripping (Vroom, vroom) But I ain't tryna talk about police Let's talk 'bout bitches, let's talk 'bout business (Okay) Let's talk 'bout this young nigga that came up from nothing Now he worth a motherfuckin' million (M) Used to pay for a section, now they gotta bring us the backend to come in the building (Hah) I knew that I was special back when we was breaking in houses and robbin' and stealin' (Okay) We made you put your hands in the air, put that thang in your face, run your pockets, we dippin' (Hah) And I ain't gotta act like I'm 'bout it, ain't ask for no vouchers, I'm really official (Okay) Tryna look out for karma, I had good intentions, I'm still asking God to forgive me (Turn up) I know I got these fuck niggas pissed off, I'm over they bitch house, I'm all on the WiFi I'ma trick 'em and play Mr. Nice Guy (Hah) When he front, I run off, nigga, bye-bye I tell her I'm a motherfuckin' star She can see me on TV, just turn it on Syfy You know that I got a whole lot of hoes, and they all different colors, I mix 'em like tie-dye (Yeah) We gon' make your ho dance with the devil, it's October 7th, shout out my boy DaDa (Ha) Turn it up on a whole 'nother level, now they can't deny it, I'm catching they eye now (They eye) You might not wanna run up on me to promote your CD 'less you ready to die now (Boom) I can lower the price on the P's and you get 'em from me if you buy more than five now, bitch You might also like And I'm the best motherfuckin' rapper, man, you know like Th-that's just too much for 'em, like You know it's just too much for 'em, First You see what I'm saying, it's just too much for 'em, man You know, it's too much for 'em Blank Blank, you know The best motherfuckin' rapper The prettiest chocolate nigga alive Next song

63 ContributorsBaby Sitter Lyrics You know I ain't come to play, let’s get it (Turn me up) I'm snappin' off the rip, your ho say I’m her favorite nigga (Hah) You probably don't wan' let your baby mama take a picture (Why? Go Grizz) 'Cause I'm the type of Baby that's gon' fuck the babysitter (Marii Beatz, turn me up) I just did a show and pulled off laughin' on a hatin’ nigga (Hah) Them bitches aimin’ at y'all fast, I’m on these rapper niggas' ass I pulled that .40 out, he better have an angel with him (Ah) You tryna book me for a show, you gotta pay me 'fore I go We feed the family, I ain't got no time to play with niggas (Ayy, what you see?) I see these niggas think they tough, you play with me, you know it’s up You think it's sweet then call my bluff and I'ma spank a nigga (Yeah, yeah) Fuck all them niggas and whoever they got hangin' with 'em, bitch I'ma die of old age whenever I die (What we gon' do?) Walk down on that nigga, fuck a drive-by (Yeah) His bitch came in with me but she ain't mine, mine (She not mine) Free my cousin 'til he free, he doin' time time (Let him free) I'm the motherfuckin' best but I'm not Khaled (Ayy, we the best) She like how I be dressin', ain't no salad (Uh-huh) Can't fuck with her, she messy, that's a hazard (Oh no) Tell the ref to blow the whistle, that bitch traveled (Brrt) Fuck all that talkin', we 'bout action (What we 'bout?) You got a son, you play with me, your son a bastard (Haha) That nigga trippin', why he laughin'? Nah, that's fucked up, bro, you ain't have to goddamn bring the kids into it You might also like You know I ain't come to play, let's get it (Turn me up) I'm snappin' off the rip, your ho say I'm her favorite nigga (Hah) You probably don't wan' let your baby mama take a picture (Why? Go Grizz) 'Cause I'm the type of Baby that's gon' fuck the babysitter (Marii Beatz, turn me up) I just did a show and pulled off laughin' on a hatin' nigga (Hah) Them bitches aimin' at y'all fast, I'm on these rapper niggas' ass I pulled that .40 out, he better have an angel with him (Hey, hey, hey, hey) Fuck all them niggas and whoever they got hangin' with 'em, bitch Shawty wanna be famous, don't it? (Who?) Say that she want a Patek with her name up on it (Patek, Patek) You gotta fuck on an opp and get 'em painted, earn it (Stripes, woo) I'm drippin', not slippin', my socks got Gucci Gang up on 'em (Drippin', I'm drippin') Squeeze the fire, make 'em back, back, back, back (Baow) She got fleas, shoo fly, she's a nat, nat, nat, nat (Nat) I'm on lean, I get high, she on batch, I can't match (Nah) I got fiends in a line, shippin' the packs out the back I did the impossible (Hoo) I read the defense, then I had called an audible (Switch) Look like a sequence, Lambo' keep back to back crawlin' in (Skrrt) They said I wouldn't be shit, so fuck it, I had to go hard again (Fuck it) 300, Sparta man (Sparta) I'm a barbarian (Barbarian), I'ma get my revenge (Mine) Fuck on a thot and not at the spot, don't tell her what car I'm in (No) Keepin' my head above the water just like a shark fin (Shark) We got the narcs in (Narcs), chopper Clark Kent (Graow) Don't get boxed in (Hey) You know I ain't come to play, let's get it (Turn me up) I'm snappin' off the rip, your ho say I'm her favorite nigga (Hah) You probably don't wan' let your baby mama take a picture (Why? Go Grizz) 'Cause I'm the type of Baby that's gon' fuck the babysitter (Marii Beatz, turn me up) I just did a show and pulled off laughin' on a hatin' nigga (Hah) Them bitches aimin' at y'all fast, I'm on these rapper niggas' ass I pulled that .40 out, he better have an angel with him Fuck all them niggas and whoever they got hangin' with 'em, bitch

68 ContributorsBeatbox Freestyle Lyrics Best motherfuckin' rapper, nigga This Baby, nigga, let's go Ready to get it started, nigga (Go) Whenever you want it I was the man with the plan since a shawty Pull up to the Grammy Awards with my .40 (Damn E, this shit exclusive) She told me she like how I'm dressin' and I ain't eatin' no salad (Uh-huh) Stevie Wonder can see that I'm havin' I told her, "Be patient," she waited I gave her the dick, she walked out doin' the "Beat Box Challenge" Like yeah, get in thеre, baby (Get in therе) You know me, hit you anywhere, baby (Let's go) Know she gon' do whatever I say I could piss in a cup, call it lemonade, baby Let that bitch off, I'm a renegade, baby I'ma get outta there, I ain't feelin' that (Huh?) Nigga run up on me with a cellphone out He gon' fuck around, die on the internet (Doo-doo-doo-doo) Fuck it, kill him on IG Live Let the whole world see the nigga die (Die) Yeah, shout-out to SpotEm', we got 'em (Get down) Even though he a rapper, he shot him I get this big pretty-ass smile from my mama (Cheese) Get this motherfuckin' voice from my daddy I learned how to pimp on them hoes from my uncle (Pimp, pimp) Let her suck on my toes 'cause I'm nasty (Okay) Like fuck it, she asked me to do it Play with me, I'ma actually shoot you Most of these niggas be cap and we knew it These niggas drop shit and we laugh at they music I know how to murder these niggas with kindness Fuckin' they bitch from the back, how I do it I buy a Cuban and fill it with diamonds Send my assistant to pick up some condoms Instagram model at the hotel textin' me now Want me to give her the Johnson Damn, that nigga Baby on fire and it won't go out They know that lil' nigga's a problem Got a big .45 on decock (Go) Usin' big words like I'm T.I. (Turn up) Don't wanna get me started, nigga Turn me up, niggas gon' see why Nigga, you a bitch, JoJo Siwa (Bitch) You let the wrong nigga get rich Both of these chains on my neck, they compete with each other They fightin' and throwin' a fit Know how these hoes like to argue and beef with each other She fightin' now, over the dick You should already know you ain't searchin' DaBaby 'Cause that nigga like to come in with the stick I don't like to get into the mix (No) I done got paid in full, my nigga I get them hoes like I'm Mitch Even got white people all on my dick (Go) Yeah, second year, six-time Grammy-nominated Came through turnt up, everybody hated Before I had my first M, it was Billion Dollar Baby He bet the house and his self like Las Vegas (Go) You want the shit? Gotta earn it He off the leash, he don't think he can get murdered Know how to swim, so I fuck with who fuckin' with me I take a bridge and I burn it Let me see if you can swim, lil' nigga Shit gettin' out of hand, I just parked a new Benz Hopped in a new Benz, lil' nigga (Let's go) And Ion't want new friends You might also like (That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby) Yeah, yeah, they say they want that old shit back, you know (Said that, make that, stand on that) I told 'em, don't get me started, nigga They say they want that Baby Jesus, put me in that mode (Yeah, get that Baby Jesus) You know, I'm tryna enjoy this bread (Go) You know, be fancy and shit, be mainstream and shit, you know, you know? (Fasho) They said I went commercial, like I still won't come up off the hip and hurt you Bitch ass nigga Aight, man, it's 6:55 in the mornin', man, shit

42 ContributorsROCKSTAR (BLM Remix) Lyrics Even if I told you, still wouldn't understand what happened Rather be myself, if people look at me, don't matter A rockstar, nigga, just tryna keep it kosher Try to keep my eyes on my own paper like my teachers told me Soon as niggas think it's over (Poof) Number one on the charts, I'm there vicariously Oh, there they go Biasedly pushin' negative narratives, I'm ready, though Cops wanna pull me over, embarrass me Abusin' power, you never knew me, thought I was arrogant As a juvenile, police pulled their guns like they scared of me And we're used to how crackers treat us, now that's the scary thing Want anything we good at and we cherish it Now we all fed up and niggas comin' back for everything Rockstars, nigga, just watch the news, they burnin' cop cars, nigga Kill another nigga, break the law, then call us outlaws, nigga What happened? Want us to keep it peaceful Shoulda seen them hatin' bitches face when I bought that Lamborghini (SethInTheKitchen) Throw up my middle finger, police can't catch me, this a Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar? (Yeah) This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo) My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo) You better let me go the day you need me (Woo) Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (Woo) And if I ain't enough, go get the chop You might also like It's safe to say I earned it, ain't a nigga gave me nothin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm ready to hop out on a nigga, get to bustin' Know you heard me say, "You play, you lay," don't make me push the button Full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a fuckin' bucket Goin' for buckets, I bought a chopper I got a big drum, it hold a hundred, ain't goin' for nothin' I'm ready to air it out on all these niggas, I can see 'em runnin' Just talked to my mama, she hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my brother I'm really the baby, she know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the money (Okay, let's go) She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot She know what I do, she know 'fore I run from a nigga, I'ma pull it out and shoot (Boom) PTSD, I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu My daughter a G, she saw me kill a nigga in front of her before the age of two And I'll kill another nigga too 'Fore I let another nigga do somethin' to you Long as you know that, don't let nobody tell you different Daddy love you (Yeah, yeah) Let's go Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar? (Yeah) This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo) My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo) You better let me go the day you need me (Woo) Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (Woo, yeah) And if I ain't enough, go get the chop (Yeah, yeah) Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban 'Cause the codeine had a young nigga swervin' I got the mop, watch me wash 'em like detergent And I'm ballin', that's why it's diamonds on my jersey Slide on opps' side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah My junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman Fool me one time, you can't cross me again Twelve hundred horsepower, I get lost in the wind If he talkin' on the yard, the pen' dogs'll take his chin Maybach SUV for my refugees Buy blocks in the hood, put money in the streets I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station Had it on me, thirty thousand, thought it was my last day But they ain't even want no smoke If I had to choose it, murder what she wrote Let's go Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar? (Yeah) This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo) My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo) You better let me go the day you need me (Woo) Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (Woo) And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

53 ContributorsTranslationsEspañolJUMP Lyrics (Cha-ching) Okay, let's go, nigga (Rocco did it again) Wait a minute, who are you? (Ayy, yo, K.i.D.) I make it jump like, like crack in the '80s Baby, these bitch ass niggas ain't crazy Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby (Hold on, Lil Top, talk to 'em, nigga) And I'll make my bitch talk to me when we fuckin' (Talk back) Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it (Bling) Big Glock on my hip, I'm clutchin' (Let's go) Get lost on a bitch, ain't nothin' She say I look good, bitch, I been doin' pushups Play with Baby and Top, nigga, good luck My lil' daughter two, but got six figures put up Knock his head off his neck 'fore he look up Ten toes in they chest for a check, bitch, I stood up (What that mean?) I stood up on they neck for a check (Uh-huh) Now my head get 'em stressed, I'm a vet I get 300K for a show, bitch, I'm blessed You might also like Go to trippin' and buckin', them hoes get down I spray it, I don't go no handles (Bah, baow) We be pullin' up back to back, play, we gon' handle that I'ma walk in with Three and Montana Go to buckin', won't wait for to touch him He start it, you know he gon' get his shit canceled (Cancel his ass) Put that stick to your face, screamin' out 4KTrey From the north of Baton Rouge to Atlanta Talk out his top, put them bands on him, bitch (The fuck?) I be runnin' my city, the police don't like it They know we be steppin' on shit (Steppin' on shit) Put that blick on your brother, you feelin' some way Make him hot, tell him dig up the bitch (Dig up the bitch) Shoot two hundred, bet one, how you livin', lil' nigga? You know I be havin' this shit (Stupid lil' nigga) Paranoid every day, I be feelin' some way When you bring up the static and shit Switch the channel, we fixin' that static (Let's switch) Give a nigga a clip, he can have it Get to hittin' so quick, they think it's automatic (Boom, boom, let's go) Nigga gon' try to hide in the house Get his ass to come out, hit his bitch ass in traffic (Like boom) Made a song in ten minutes, went platinum Know we still with the shits, send a hit, we get active (Yeah) Mention YB and Baby, the game in the padlock (Yeah) My lil' bitch got that ass with no waist, pretty face A six-pack, niggas think she got ass shots I hit her from the back 'til we pass out (Uh-huh) I Kurt Angle that ho, put her leg in the air, ankle lock Hold that bitch 'til she tap out (Bitch) Be one deep on your street with that strap out (One deep) Fuck a rapper, let's see what that rack 'bout Got a brand new pistol, nigga I make it jump like, like crack in the '80s Baby, these bitch ass niggas ain't crazy Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby (Hold on, Lil Top, talk to 'em, nigga) And I'll make my bitch talk to me when we fuckin' (Talk back) Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it (Bling) Big Glock on my hip, I'm clutchin' (Let's go) Get lost on a bitch, ain't nothin' Mic check, one-two, check one, stretch two When it come to murder, you know how we do When I walk in this bitch, keep your hands to yourself It go down, shoot it up, spin again in a coupe (Bang, bang) When you come to my house, you see everything new You probably'll find a strap in every room I went bought me a Rollie on top of this Patek But, bitch, it ain't on, I'ma jump out with two Shorty say she on me, yeah We be on her ass soon as I walk in the room Nigga don't know me, yeah, we be on his ass Stalk him all through the day to the moon Street nigga, I don't never pick and choose I be totin' on somethin' make all them bitch niggas move (Pussy) Soon as we run down, we gon' dirt him You know it ain't certain, we never be leavin' no clues, nigga Hold on, I'm Lil Top, nigga, believe that I make it jump like, like crack in the '80s Baby, these bitch ass niggas ain't crazy Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby (Hold on, Lil Top, talk to 'em, nigga) And I'll make my bitch talk to me when we fuckin' (Talk back) Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it (Bling) Big Glock on my hip, I'm clutchin' (Let's go) Get lost on a bitch, ain't nothin' I make it jump like I'm Giannis (Just honest) Tryna see how it feel from behind her (Let's go) Know that lil' bitch ain't shit, don't deserve to suck dick Make that bitch give me head with a condom (Uh-huh) Wanna gamble and crap out, let's get it We put racks on his motherfuckin' cap like a fitted (No cap) Baby pull up 2020, hop out like it's nothin' That lil' nigga stuntin', he shittin' (Vroom) I get high by myself in the skybox (Yeah) I came out the house, two F&N's for the day (Two) Why you bring 'em both out? Nigga, why not? (Why?) Let 'em go like a pro, let 'em try now (Let's try) I can't go like a ho, I'ma bond out (Bitch) Send my bro, up the score, let 'em find out (Up) Pick my boo up from school and we sign out (Mwah) Any ho that get rude gettin' timeout, talk to 'em, nigga I make it jump like, like crack in the '80s Baby, these bitch ass niggas ain't crazy Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby (Hold on, Lil Top, talk to 'em, nigga) And I'll make my bitch talk to me when we fuckin' (Talk back) Big rocks on my wrist, I bust it (Bling) Big Glock on my hip, I'm clutchin' (Let's go) Get lost on a bitch, ain't nothin', bitch Blame it on Baby, nigga, yeah Blame it on motherfuckin' Baby, nigga, blame it on Baby, nigga Blame it on Baby Yeah, let's go

42 Contributors21 Lyrics How she only 21? Take that off, take that off Oh Lord, Jetson made another one Ayy How she only 21 and she a savage? (Yeah) My bitch so bad, she make my other bitch look average (Ayy) I'm talkin' nasty, I call her my lil' bad bitch (Uh) She call me daddy, but I am not her daddy (Ayy) How she only 21 and she a savage? (Uh) My bitch so bad she make my other bitch look average (Uh) I'm talkin' nasty, I call her my lil' bad bitch (Ayy) She call me daddy, but I am not her daddy Who you know to sign a label deal and still don't need her? (Ayy) What y'all playin' for the pole? 'Cause I got cheaper reefer (Uh, uh) I be strapped up at my show, you know I keep a heater (Ayy) Blowin' loud to keep a flow 'cause all these people demons (Hey) When I was down, I was on my own, now all these people need me (Need me) I had to branch off on my own, too many people leechin' (Uh) And I don't like no leeches (Uh), no, I don't like no leeches (Uh) When I like five years old (Old), I used to like my teacher (Ayy) Food out there, I'm eatin' (Eat), I made this freak turn freak (Freak) That's really me, come see me (Me), you know it's a fee for features (Uh) You might also like She told me that she 21 (One) Her record still clean and she young (Young) I looked the bitch dead in her eyes (Uh) Told her go get some more legal guns, I need that (Ayy, ayy) How she only 21 and she a savage? (Yeah) My bitch so bad, she make my other bitch look average (Ayy) I'm talkin' nasty, I call her my lil' bad bitch (Uh) She call me daddy, but I am not her daddy (Ayy) How she only 21 and she a savage? (Uh) My bitch so bad she make my other bitch look average (Uh) I'm talkin' nasty, I call her my lil' bad bitch (Ayy) She call me daddy, but I am not her daddy Can't do another other, got it for me, baby (Uh) 'Cause I am not your daddy, I'm Da-fuckin'-Baby (Hey) I still remember back when we ain't have no money, baby (Uh) Had to act like I was watchin' somethin', wasn't no cable (Hey) I saw the screen, it was blue (Blue), I ain't have no AC it was hot (Hot) But now you can reach in my pockets (Yeah), and pull out a motherfuckin' knot (Yeah) No, they can't stand how I'm rockin' (Yeah), I know I'm the man, I'm so cocky (Ayy) And we done hit all of these hoes, if she from the city, we got her (Ayy) You better come get him, we got him (Ayy), he tried to come get me, I shot him (Yeah) I'm still in the city, ain't hidin' (Yeah) Touch one of my niggas, we ridin' (Ayy) She told me that she 21 (One) Her record still clean and young (Young) I looked the bitch dead in her eyes (Huh) Told her go get some more legal guns, I need that (Ayy, ayy) How she only 21 and she a savage? (Yeah) My bitch so bad, she make my other bitch look average (Ayy) I'm talkin' nasty, I call her my lil' bad bitch (Uh) She call me daddy, but I am not her daddy (Ayy) How she only 21 and she a savage? (Uh) My bitch so bad she make my other bitch look average (Uh) I'm talkin' nasty, I call her my lil' bad bitch (Ayy) She call me daddy, but I am not her daddy

59 ContributorsFIND MY WAY Lyrics Wait a minute, who are you? (Ayy, yo, K.i.D) I keep it loaded when I ride 'cause I'm still a nigga I fuck with her to ease my mind, 'cause I be in my feelings And every single person in my life tell me I'm their hero But when it's up and then go down, they treat me like the villain Guess I forgot to mention I'm just a nigga with a broken heart tryna find my way back home And I'm sittin' here with the car in park while she ride dick to my song Ooh, I know the feelin', ain't it? (Okay) You ever feel the way I feel, you know it feel amazin' (Let's go) I had this bitch, we used to kick it, she was feelin' Baby (Mwah, mwah, mwah) She stepped on my heart, had me feelin' basic (Damn) You know how people like to come back when you level up (Uh-huh) I made a change, you stayed the same, I got ahead of ya Plus I been tryin' to free some time up in my schedule, but (Uh-huh) When opportunity knockin', I never say no 'Cause I been busy catchin' them blessings I used to pray for (Let's go) Stackin' up the backend like Tetris, we playin' Legos And every day I pray to God that a nigga don't try to play, though 'Cause I don't like to play, be done gave a nigga a halo (Boom, boom, boom) Thinkin' 'bout the people I lost, know I got some angels Chillin' with my freak, when we fuckin', it ease my anger I'm takin' selfies with my bitch, she keep switchin' up different angles And no, I never kept a bitch, but I always keep me a banger (Boom, boom, boom) You might also like I keep it loaded when I ride 'cause I'm still a nigga (Ah) I fuck with her to ease my mind, 'cause I be in my feelings And every single person in my life tell me I'm their hero But when it's up and then go down, they treat me like the villain Guess I forgot to mention I'm just a nigga with a broken heart tryna find my way back home And I'm sittin' here with the car in park while she ride dick to my song Ooh, I let her ride again She spread her legs and open up, I end up slidin' in (Okay) She know the shit excitin' you is not excitin' him (Me) She swallow me up every mornin' like a vitamin (Yup) He know to come look where I'm at, he wanna find her, shit (She with me) Know I'm aggressive, when she kiss me, like to bite her lip (Grr) I don't be makin' love songs, they don't excite a jit (No) Real nigga, I got feelings, I'm not hiding it (Yeah, okay, let's go) Still pimpin', tell the bitch I really like her friend (Yeah, bitch) You know her pussy good 'cause I be tryna fly her in (Yeah, bitch) If I speak once, she don't respond, I won't say hi again (Bitch) She catch me once and let me slide, I never lie again (Let's go) My name not Melly, I got murder on my mind again (Uh-huh) I'm with the shits, I'd kill him twice if he could die again And if he think 'bout tryin' me, he better try again 'Cause I'ma let 'em spin, if he don't drop, then we gon' slide again (Doo-doo-doo-doo) I keep it loaded when I ride 'cause I'm still a nigga (Ah) I fuck with her to ease my mind, 'cause I be in my feelings And every single person in my life tell me I'm their hero But when it's up and then go down, they treat me like the villain Guess I forgot to mention I'm just a nigga with a broken heart tryna find my way back home And I'm sittin' here with the car in park while she ride dick to my song (Bitch)

47 ContributorsWalker Texas Ranger Lyrics Uh Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga I got 20 on my beat Yeah, uh That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby Ayy, who you? Bitch, it's DaBaby, what you heard about me? (Uh) I put that nigga up, now niggas actin' nervous 'round me (Yeah) I'm in the rental truck sticked up like Walker Texas Ranger (Bitch) I'm on my grind like fuck a bitch, I'll get some pussy later (Huh) Don't even call my phone, you used to be a hater (Huh) Could have fucked your bitch, nigga (Yeah), she made my dick soft (Huh) I left from the jail, had like 336 missed calls (Brrt) Oh, they wanna check on me now (Huh), you don't really love me admit it (Bitch) I'm with a bitch from the west side of town, I like my hoes ghetto and pretty I got that iron and I pull it out now, you ain't the only one with it (Boom) I'm tryna go get the cake for my daughter like it's her birthday, can you dig it? (Can you dig it) They tell me they like how I do my lil' dance, I can't really dance, I be jiggin' (For real) And I'm 'bout to hop on a flight out to Cali, free Doshman, they got him in prison (Free) I gotta go sit down and meet with a label, they better be talkin' some millions (Millions) And if not, I'll go check on the price of the pounds, blow it down and fly back to the city Like fuck it, let's get back to work (Okay) Blow a kiss at a bitch, I'm a flirt (Mwah) Nigga play with my people, I gotta get even He might as well pick out a shirt (Yeah) Like check this out, listen to me (Ayy, look) That's where your picture gon' be (Hah) They know I'm a dog and I'm off the leash I flick off a bitch like a flea (Rrr) You gotta get out of here, Jack (Get out) See a broke ho and act like I'm blind (What you do?) Georgia, Georgia, I cannot give you a dime It ain't like Atlanta, I came out of Charlotte, you know that shit took me some time (Okay) And I hold up the family, you wanna be me then you better go get on your grind (Yeah) What you gon' say at the Grammy's? Shout out to God and my daughter and shout out my mom And oh, yeah... You might also like Bitch, it's DaBaby, what you heard about me? (What you heard?) I put that nigga up, now niggas actin' nervous 'round me (Up) I'm in the rental truck sticked up like Walker Texas Ranger (I got the sticks) I'm on my grind like fuck a bitch, I'll get some pussy later This pussy bitch done tried to bring the pussy to the table Can't even get shit in your name, can't even get no cable (What the fuck?) I was at the bottom when it rained, I held it down, no anchor (Yeah, yeah) She did me wrong, sucked my dick and treat me like a stranger (Goddamn) Ain't gotta get love from no bitch, I get love from my baby If your boyfriend anything like daddy, nigga gettin' strangled (Play with my baby, nigga) Bitch, it's DaBaby, what you heard about me? (What you heard?) I put that nigga up, now niggas actin' nervous 'round me (Uh uh) I'm in the rental truck sticked up like Walker Texas Ranger (I got the stick) I'm on my grind like fuck a bitch, I'll get some pussy later (Huh, bitch) Like, like I don't want no pussy (I don't want that) No, no, I don't want it, no (No) No means no I don't want that (No, I don't want that) I'll let you suck my dick though if that's what you—if you cool with that You fuckin' with that? That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby

17 ContributorsToday Lyrics Ah, bitch (Hahaha, yeah, Baby Talk 5) Fuck a nigga mean, nigga? (Baby Talk 5) Fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm on they ass today, I just went and picked me up a bag today I pulled up on the scene with a bad lil' bae (Ooh) She got a fat ass, when I smash, it shake (Ooh) Smackin' her ass, playin' patty cake (Ah) Shut the fuck up, do what daddy say I think I got lil' baby mad at me (Huh?) Fucked up her hair, she look bad today Told her, "Hop in the whip, we can go get it fixed" I'ma drop the bitch off with my sis, she the shit As soon as she done with that nappy ass hair, you can call up your boy to come pick up his bitch (Brrt, damn) Look at my wrist, that's a brick, I just fucked up my Rolex, but fuck it, it's lit (Damn) I don't give a fuck 'bout no fame or no chain, ain't no jewelry, put me on the lick (Damn) I just went sat with the label (Huh?) Niggas offered me a contract (What happened?) Told them niggas, "I ain't want it" (Why?) The shit was wack, I didn't sign that (Uh) I'm the best, but never mind that (Okay) My shit so hard that they rewind that (Ah) Got that work if you can't find that (Huh?) You can't afford it, we can finance I got one foot in the trap, got one foot up they ass, ditch your coat on the rap Got my dick in your bitch, she be bendin' it over and bustin' it open and throwin' it back I'm tryna go fuck her buddy Fuck all these hoes, 'cause they don't really love me I'm tryna get me some motherfuckin' money If they free Meek Mill, why they ain't free my cousin? I bet we shoot up your motherfuckin' party if somebody touch me or one of my brothers I bet won't none of these niggas that talk on the internet try me, they see me in public I bet they play all my motherfuckin' teachin' Bitch, I don't rap, I be motherfuckin' preachin' I bet you paid for that motherfuckin' show and I bet you paid for that motherfuckin' feature (Bitch) You might also like I'm on they ass today, I just went and picked me up a bag today I pulled up on the scene with a bad lil' bae (Huh? Huh?) She got a fat ass, when I smash, it shake Smackin' her ass, playin' patty cake Shut the fuck up, do what daddy say I think I got lil' baby mad at me Fuck it, let's go to the bank I'm 'bout to motherfuckin' blank (Blank, blank, blank) My name hold weight, I got motherfuckin' rank I'm in the rental with my brother Thank We tryna eat, where our motherfuckin' plate? (Ha) It's been there with me, y'all just motherfuckin' late I need that shit now, I can't motherfuckin' wait I bet you act like you motherfuckin' know I put this .45 on your motherfuckin' face, bitch I'm on they ass today, I just went and picked me up a bag today (Huh? Huh?) I pulled up on the scene with a bad lil' bae (Skrrt) She got a fat ass, when I smash, it shake (Uh-huh) Smackin' her ass, playin' patty cake Shut the fuck up, do what daddy say I think I got lil' baby mad at me Huh? Hahaha, fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? Huh? DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby Bitch, Baby Talk

57 ContributorsNASTY Lyrics She know I'm nasty (Yeah) She like when I pull it out and I put it all over her ass cheeks (Like, uh, ooh) And she don't gotta ask me (C'mon) Yeah, I want head before we fuck and I want it nasty She like when I tell her to spit on it (Like, psh) I get that mouth and I sit on the couch and I make her sit on it (Let's go) Yeah, I was that lil' nigga that could take a bitch from his big homie Especially if she flexible, I flex her I take both her legs and I put 'em behind her head like she a pretzel Then I pick her up and I slam her down on her head like I'm a wrestler Like mm, tryna kill the pussy, call the ambulance, get a stretcher I be fucking his bitch while he ain't at home And she got them pics of me in her phone Know that man a fool if he don't leave 'Cause bitch can't leave a nigga alone, she call me Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby We got London On Da Track Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby She ain't fuckin' you better than I am Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, ooh, oh-woah Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby (Real hot girl shit) Ooh, the shit will never feel the same, yeah (Ahh) You might also like Quit talking that shit, when I drop that pin, come drop that dick (Come drop that dick) He deep in them covers, this pussy like butter, he put it in, damn near nutted (Yeah) He know he made it, he fuckin' on Megan, it's driving his last ho crazy I like to talk shit when I fuck, I need a rough nigga like DaBaby (Haa, haa, haa, haa) When he hit the city, he gon' tap in, he gon' fly me out to put it back in And I ain't trippin' when a nigga pull my hair, 'cause he gon' pay for it to put it back in I put one leg on the headboard and leave the other leg on the mattress Look down at him while he smackin', get them headshots like an actress (Haa) Yeah, my baby like to act up when we fuckin' (Uh-huh) Aggressive freak, she tell me to smack her when we fuckin' I started to laugh, she said "What's funny?" She throwing that ass, she said "Quit running" I'm holding it back, 'cause I don't wanna nut quick, but fuck it Really got nothing to hide, she know what I'm what's up with Me, we started at 12:30 and fucking 'til three It's hot, I'm sweating out bullets on her, I need something to drink Feel like a workout, don't it? (Uh-huh) I'm doing my push-ups in that pussy We getting our work out on it (Mm-mm) I put a bath towel on the bed, just so she can squirt all on it Like fwoosh, told you to stretch, now it hurt, now don't it? (Uh-huh) She said, "Fuck if it hurts, I want it", I'm on it She like when I take a pill and take her under (Let's go) I fucked that bitch so good, she prolly ain't even save ya number (Yeah) Like "Boom, boom, boom", lay the thunder Mm, mm, say she wanna be my baby mama Girl, you on the right track, yeah I put it in her face, she say she like that, yeah (Brr), she call me Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby I make him spend it all, this boy done fell in love Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Ooh, he fiendin', he can't get enough, no, no Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Baby, baby, oh-oh-oh-oh Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Ooh, he comin' when I say his name, yeah Sometimes I just want you to slide right in (Slide right in) Pick me up and put these thighs around your neck (Thighs around your neck) He mesmerized, tattoed his mind, he won't forget DaBaby tryna have a threesome with 'Shanti and Megan, ayy Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, oh, oh Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Ooh, he love it when I say his name, let me say, yeah, yeah, yeah Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Baby, baby, oh-oh-oh-oh Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Ooh, he love it when I say his name, yeah, yeah Baby, baby Baby, baby Ooh, he love it when I say his name, yeah, yeah, yeah

41 ContributorsOFF THE RIP Lyrics Straight off the rip, you know I don't wait for the drop (Off the rip) I go out to eat with my kids and my mama, you know I ain't datin' no thot (Okay, let's go) Believe what you see, nigga I can't name a rapper that's out here and breathin' that's fuckin' with me, nigga (Uh, uh) I'm takin' they hoes, Forces, Adidas pants and a tee, nigga (What the fuck?) They like how? That don't even match Okay, hold on, take my phone, baby Let's go I'm just a lil' nigga from Charlotte, the biggest new artist (The four) They wanna see me up the road, but my lawyer a fool with dismissin' the charges (Hah) You know BDB ENT, we gon' pull up Infinitis, Challengers, Chargers (Okay) And no, we don't gotta get money with you, bitch, we gon' get money regardless (Huh) I'ma let you do all of the talkin' Don't get me started, you know I'ma stop it (Go 'head and talk) And I don't got a cent for a ho She bringin' up money, I'm changin' the topic (Huh, huh) She need to be talkin' 'bout suckin' some dick I nut in her mouth and she gargle (Ew, ew) If she spit out that rich nigga shit without swallowin', me and her havin' some problems (Bitch) We havin' revolvers strictly for murder and plenty of pistols and choppers (Clack, clack) Ayy, when you gon' stop? Whenever the fat lady sing, I don't listen to opera (Ooh, ooh) You know how I give it up Fuck around, fucked up my hand, beat a nigga up Pull off on a nigga like vroom He don't got a car, he still catchin' the city bus (Hah) His baby mama unemployed So she in the club with her ass and her titties out (Uh, uh, uh, uh) And we done robbed so many plugs You better check and go ask what my city 'bout Had to slide the nigga bitch a dub Wanted to fuck me but I only hit her mouth (No cap) Take the palm of my hand, slap me a nigga Got somethin' to say, make 'em spit it out You knowin' 'bout Baby All the shit that nigga rappin' 'bout, that nigga really 'bout And no, I ain't takin' advice from a nigga I'm cool on that, I got it figured out These niggas be cryin' 'bout petty shit I can't relate because I took a bigger loss And these niggas know I been a boss Ever since Rick Ross was the biggest boss (Yeah, yeah) Got diamonds all over my teeth I been eatin' chicken, I need me some dental floss Hold my watch in the air It's no longer hot, you can go turn the condition off I'm hittin' this ho on the low She fuck with me hard, she say that her nigga soft (Huh) Why you talkin' so low? 'Cause if a nigga find out and he try me, I'm knockin' a nigga off I'm ridin' past 12, flyin' through fast as hell, flickin' a nigga off (Vroom, vroom) I'm revin' the gas, burnin' out on niggas' ass, I'm showin' my engine off (Hah) You might also like Hahaha And that's just how the fuck I get down, man, you know I just be playin' sometimes Like right now, like, I'm just fuckin' 'round, you know Me and kid, you know, we up in the penthouse, you know, kickin' shit And, uh, I'm still the best rapper Straight off the rip, you know I don't wait for the drop (Off the rip) I go out to eat with my kids and my mama, you know I ain't datin' no thot (Okay, let's go) Believe what you see, nigga I can't name a rapper that's out here and breathin' that's fuckin' with me, nigga

61 ContributorsXXL Lyrics I got 20 on my beat Everybody know my name ringin' bells Ringin' bells like the hallway (Uh-huh) I ain't gotta cap in no mothafuckin' rap I'll whip out and air it out broad day (Mmm) I got in with that stick, and I'm with that Break a nigga in half like a Kit-Kat (Uh-huh) I been tryna be positive, mama (Uh-huh) They ain't fuckin' wit' Jonathan, mama (Nope) Who you know put they mothafuckin' self on the map And now they don't owe nobody shit? (Me) I send one of my lil' niggas, come take you off You get laid on the floor by a jit (Ha) Got pulled over with fifty-five K in my pocket (Woo) The police, they know I'm legit (Woo, woo) The police, they know I got sticks They be worried about me, they know I'm a clique These niggas, they know I'm a dawg I ain't worried about him, I know he a bitch (Meow) The next nigga that come play with me I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic, bitch They say I'm the hottest new nigga Go check the thermometer, that nigga sick (Hot) Nigga must have a fever or somethin' Heard he was born up in Cleveland or somethin' (Uh-huh) Let me give you a history lesson We moved back to Charlotte, 1999 (Okay) I ain't sayin that none of that matter 'Cause if somebody touch me, then somebody dyin' (No cap) Why he talkin' so calm when he say that? (Huh?) How he make 'em rewind and replay that? (Yeah) Who you know get a fade once a week and they tryna get waves? Fuck a mothafuckin' wave-cap (Uh-huh) Every time that the DJ play "Suge" Niggas throw up they arms like a mothafuckin' racetrack (Let's go) Every time that my baby girl see me She run and say "Daddy", I love when she say that (Mwah) Every time I hit one of my moves All the bitches go crazy, they like how I do that (Let's go) I keep one in the head, if I don't let off first I'ma dive to the side when I shoot back Yeah, I'm comin' like Blade in this bitch (Ah) Fuck around, and walked out in a trench coat They gon' have to put me with the greats (Uh-huh) Wanna fuck with me, she gotta wait (Bitch) On the yacht, with me, me and the kids There's four of us, we on the sea eatin' steak (Yep) I won't go back and forth with a shrimp You goin out sad 'bout a ho, I'm a pimp (Ha) He keep bumpin' his motherfuckin' gums We gon put his ass up like a mothafuckin' blimp (Bitch) Like to talk on the pillow wit' hoes, that's gon' get him exposed He a mothafuckin' simp (Hold up) You know he got that thang on him, baby Quit askin' him why that boy walk with a limp (Shh, shh, shh) I don't care bout this mothafuckin' chain (Uh-huh) But I'll still bust your mothafuckin' brain (Uh-huh) Just got head on a mothafuckin' plane (No cap) Ain't no cap in my rap, I'm the truth (Ha) End up fuckin' this ho from the back I knew her for a day, she on go, she the swoop (Yeah, yeah, yeah, swoop) And these niggas ain't livin' like that Why he talkin' so gangsta? Your bro, he a fluke (Fluke, fluke) They know Baby gon' blow, he a flute (Flute) They know Baby gon' blow, he the bomb (Boom) They know Baby was just in Miami Now he in L.A., nigga think he LeBron (Ha) They know Baby go baby on baby (Uh-huh) But five years ago, nigga say he was John (Keep goin') I touch down at the front of the plane And the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton (Them facts) While he drive me around, I be blowin' out pressure I'm chillin' backseat with the iron (Bitch) You might also like And I'm done with this shit, man I'm one of the best mothafuckin' rappers, man (I'm fuckin' done with this shit, man) You know (I'm done with this) But I ain't gon' keep, you know, I mean, braggin' 'bout this I'm done with this one, I'm the best mothafuckin' rapper, man Quit playin' with Baby, man, do not play with me I'm just exercising, I'm just exercising my craft, that's it (I'm the best mothafuckin' rapper) And I'm not gonna keep sayin' this shit, (Yeah) I'm done sayin' this shit Uh And I got 20 on my mothafuckin' beat, but this nigga can't engineer for shit I'm 'bout to make this nigga just start makin' beats and quit engineering A'ight, cut that shit off

17 ContributorsBlank Blank Lyrics (That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby) Uh, yeah, that muhfucker sound like a muhfuckin', uh, alarm clock or some shit, you know It's alertin' you bitch ass niggas that, that I'm the muh'fuckin' best, yeah The prettiest chocolate nigga alive, yeah, all that (Firzt on the track) (That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby) I ain't trippin' off another nigga, I'll be straight (Huh) Ain't even got a chance to eat (Eat) I seen you lookin' at my plate (Ayy) You know the bitches treat me great (Great) They suck my dick and feed me grapes (Grapes) I'm on my way to get a bag (Ah) I'm fuckin' up, I'm runnin' late (Turn up) Can't let these niggas slow me down Fuck waitin' on the label, had to drop a tape (Hey) I used to trip 'bout bitches fuckin' off But I been fuckin' off so I been straight (Yeah) You saving hoes, we need to make a movie 'bout you Wear your mothafuckin' cape (Ha, ha) I tell your ho, "We'll make a movie" But we're probably never goin' on a date (Ayy, ah) I'm motivated by the money, money motivate me I always got my mind on it (Mind) I went to jail because I tried to catch a flight And I forgot I had the iron on me (Yeah) I get the shit so cheap you think I drop a ticket But really threw a extra five on it (Five) And everything a nigga drop be going crazy Sounding like I took my time on it Threw a bag on the table, he thought it was ten pounds But I really put nine on it (Ah) And half of them bitches was fake weed When he open them up he gon' hate me (Ha) I don't gotta rape bitches, they rape me Beat a rap nigga up like I'm AP Throw that rock in the air like I'm Jay-Z Got a Glock on me, now, and I still'll do it You can't name five niggas in the rap game That can come out with realer music Standing on anything that I ever said all alone And I still approve it You know I shot your homeboy Fucked your main bitch, robbed your partner, I did that And still get ya stepped on The most slept on in the game, don't forget that, bitch You might also like I ain't trippin' off another nigga, I'll be straight (Tell these niggas to quit fuckin' playin' with me) Ain't even got a chance to eat (Man, I'm too raw in this shit, man) I seen you lookin' at my plate (And I'm the muhfuckin' prettiest chocolate nigga alive) You know the bitches treat me great (What the fuck they gon do with me, huh?) They suck my dick and feed me grapes I'm on my way to get a bag (What the fuck they gon do with me?) I'm fuckin' up, I'm runnin' late (Hey, ah) I just told my bitch that she gotta learn To be nice to my side bitch You gotta quit trippin' and callin' me private (Hey) 'Cause all of my other lil' bitches don't like it (Brrt) You know I'm a dog, babe, you know that I'm trifling Been like this forever and you know you used to like it That boom on my side and ya I call it my sidekick (Boom) I whip out and shoot it, just do it like Nike I pull out and swing that bitch ride on the crowd Like a ceiling fan (Yeah) Yeah, we took the pounds from the middle man (Yeah) I got plenty of haters, got plenty fans (Yeah) But a hater gon' hate, we don't give a damn (Ahh) Got my bitch making oodles o' noodles (Hah) Pulled up with that tool in an Uber (Hah, Hah) I'm in the pool with a cougar (Yeah) They only cool on computers (Turn up) They told me I look better in real life (Okay) I don't care what a fuck nigga feel like (Yeah) I just went out to lunch with your bih tonight (Bitch) Had her back to the crib before midnight (Hah) I think I got more hoes than I realize I went, iced my Rollie, that's real ice All in front of her friends and her momma (Hah) I still grab on her ass 'cause it feel nice An'- bitch I ain't trippin' off another nigga, I'll be straight (Straight) Ain't even got a chance to eat (Eat) I seen you lookin' at my plate (Plate) You know the bitches treat me great (Great) They suck my dick and feed me grapes (Grapes) I'm on my way to get a bag (Ahhh) I'm fuckin' up, I'm runnin' late Bitch And I'm the muh'fuckin' best rapper, man You know, the best rapper The muhfuckin' real rock-starter The prettiest chocolate nigga alive Best rapper I'm out That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby

54 ContributorsBLAME IT ON BABY Lyrics I'm like fuck it, let the beat build, nigga I do my own thing, ain’t worry 'bout how he feel nigga, let's go Special ed, yeah, I’m a re-re nigga Can I get a re? (Ahem) Yeah, a refill, nigga Ya favorite rapper say he fuckin' with Baby, somebody lied Play with ya kids, 'cause the last nigga played me, somebody died (Yeah, yeah) Playin' both sides, go play the victim, oh, now they cryin' I water park when I slip in my baby, she let me slide Chocolate-ass nigga (Yeah), real nigga rockstar Platinum sellin' popstar, poppin'-ass nigga (Pop) My bitch is like a Barbie, woo like I'm Pop Smoke I lift up one leg when she drop that ass, nigga (Drop) Shade Room, baby (Shade), shade who? Everybody blame you, you ballin’ like you Babe Ruth, baby (Huh) Blame it on Baby, I let the beat build (Wait a minute, who are you?) Okay K.i.D, drop the beat and watch me take it home, baby (Let’s go) I get chicken, no tender Fine lil' bitches on Twitter Denyin’ all these hoes on Insta Brand new drip I wear it one time like a nigga can't fit it Blame it on Baby, a greasy lil' nigga (Grease) ​iPhone ringin', who is it? (Brr) Probably some lil’ nigga bitch He fuck with my old ho And he think he hurtin' my feelings, I already hit (Haa), psych He must ain't heard about Baby He must not know about Jon Jon I heard they shut down the airport Hopped on a jet to LA, bitch, I'm ballin' like Bron-Bron BDB, we gon' cut up regardless I know I'm on top, I'm a target My young nigga ballin' like Giannis You play, we gon' pull up and shoot Top floor of the penthouse, biggest one still in Charlotte (Let's go) You might also like I know these hoes gon' creep I'll never be a fool and think that she me I'm the type to let a ho do what she want I'm the type to let a bitch do what she please (Please) I ain't breakin' bread, I'm cheap Nine out of ten of these niggas naive Lame-ass nigga, might as well be a rat Lettin' all these hoes run away with yo' cheese, (Slow down, slow down) please I'm startin' to think that y'all the police, nigga You know that shit you see on IG, you don't know me, nigga, let's go You crossed the line, gon' have to show me nigga They be like "Why you switched the beat​?" Because my flow neat, nigga "I thought he couldn't switch the flow, how the hell he switchin' the beat up?“ They don't know who they fuckin' with, do this shit with my feet up Yawning on these niggas, sit back, go to sleep I get woke by a lil freak, with my dick in her mouth, she eat up 300K in cash, probably still'll pull out a Visa Ain't goin' on a date, tell a bitch to order a pizza Gon' end up eatin' Domino's, I can't even lie I'm a player, I had all kind of hoes way before the designer clothes I put on a sweatsuit and leave with ya ho A whole arena full of people to see me at the show, you know? I rock the show and I lay low with my freak It ain't too many rappers that can fuck with me, and she know, let's go I know these hoes gon' creep I'll never be a fool and think that she me I'm the type to let a ho do what she want I'm the type to let a bitch do what she please (Please) I ain't breakin' bread, I'm cheap Nine out of ten of these niggas naive Lame-ass nigga, might as well be a rat Lettin' all these hoes run away with yo' cheese, please

16 ContributorsPull Up Music Lyrics Different when it go so hard Yeah, yeah, yeah Uh (Hah) Ayy, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby I'm back on my Baby Jesus shit (Hah) That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby Let me get back on my hustle, fuck a friend, it's off the muscle (Ha) You smoking dick, you think I trust you? (Mhm) Burn a nigga like I'm Usher (Boom) I don't go back and forth all on the internet, have no interest for discussion (No) Pull her hair and choke her while we fucking, I probably give her a concussion I need a plate and I ain't tryna wait, I'm so fucking hungry I could starve My nigga snuck in with the rod, I'm 'bout whatever, that's on God I go to jail, I pay the bond, please don't waste my fucking time Hate on me, I hit your ho (Ho), play with me, I get that iron Can we fucking keep a secret? That's a .40, bitch, I keep it (Boom) My bitch a fucking Puerto Rican, I fuck her every other weekend They swagger jacking, I can peep it, these nigga jacking my steelo Bitch, it's a brick, it's a kilo (Brick), I beat a nigga up like Deebo His bitch got at me on the d-low (Shh), I'm wit' my niggas shooting CeeLo Wouldn't run up on me, that's a no-go (Brr), I keep it on me like it's legal, bitch You might also like DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby Ha That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby Firzt on the track Yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy, yeah They should've told you I'm coming, nigga play with me, I mop it (It's up) Pull up on me, think I'm bluffing? Bust it on you, have you running (Brr) Your bitch can get it if she want it (Oh yeah) I'm killing your bitch from the back, I smack her ass and keep her coming (hey) All my nigga, they a hundred, police behind me, I'm running (I'm gone) My ho make your ho look ugly, I don't do dimes, I do twenties (For real) Twenty thousand on a Monday (Twenty), thirty thousand on a Tuesday Caught your bitch out on a Wednesday, she like my style, I had her choosing (Uh) Sleep on me and then you losing, got a beam on the chopper (Boom) Make you lean when I pop it, got some lean from the doctor Wherever you see me, I'm ready, my name hold weight, this shit heavy Got your bitch face in my lap, parked at the 7-Eleven Yeah, we at pump number nine, this ain't no pump, this a iron They ain't let me in with the .40, snuck in the back with the .9 These nigga be acting and lying, posting up statuses, crying There really, really ain't no real niggas And I'm 'bout to light the bih line, ayy DaBaby

56 ContributorsPOP STAR Lyrics (Pop star) They gon' tell you I went They gon' tell you I went They gon' tell you I went Pop star (Pop star) What they gon' tell you? (Huh) They prolly tell you I went pop (Huh?) Until a nigga play with me and he get popped (Yeah) I'm on front row at BET without my Glock (Huh?) I'm ready to beat a nigga up like I'm The Rock (Let's go) And she ready to sweep a nigga up because he hot (Mm, mm) She ready to eat a nigga up until he lock (Yeah) She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a car (Hmm) Now she got her hands behind her head like I'm a cop (Huh) I told her "Fuck the police", yeah She right beside me and she sendin' nudes (Let's go) You fuck my bitch? That's cool, I'm fuckin' niggas bitches, too If you try my shoes, they ain't gon' fit, man, you wear different shoes (Uh, uh) Had to dumb it down for them to bite, now it's time to switch the groove (Okay, okay) I pull up smooth wit' my lil' bae, but I coulda came wit' your boo (Uh-huh) If you wit' the shit like I'm wit' the shit, when they play they gon' make the news (Yeah) I was in your sis on Sunday at your grandma place, she cool (Uh-huh) And if she raised you, I don't want her plate, no, I ain't even take her food (No thanks) You might also like Baby bougie, he be turnin' down all kinda hoes He took my bitch in Nike, I'm rockin' designer clothes I told her "Sorry, I'm not fuckin', baby I'm not a ho" Had bitches knockin' at my door like they was Domino's They gon' say I went pop (Huh?) Until a nigga play with me and he get popped (Yeah) I'm on front row at BET without my Glock (Huh?) I'm ready to beat a nigga up like I'm The Rock (Let's go) And she ready to sweep a nigga up because he hot (Mm, mm) She ready to eat a nigga up until he lock (Yeah) She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a car (Hmm) Now she got her hands behind her head like I'm a cop (Huh) I told her "Fuck the police", yeah Takin' a trip to Mexico, I'm comin' right back in town (Órale) I sell a lotta perico, been tryna slow it down (Tryna slow it down) Takin' a four, I put a two on that and then I make it bounce (Boing) I took a thirty-six to a hundred and eight and weigh up every ounce I'm a plug, workin' a drug hub out in H-town (Hey) Hey, what up? You my lil' love bug, you with Gates now Penetrate while I grip her waist, push her face down (Yeah) Concentrate (Boom), this that bass, makin' great sounds (Boom, boom, boom) Got a graveyard up under my belt, more murders than New Mexico Thirty round extension, mini Glizzy and I'm servin' coke I'm up in rank in the cartel, I got control in this bitch (Nyoom) And still, I'll book you for a show and get you showed in this bitch Swear you want a don dada, bitch, we Puerto Rico gangland A hundred bricks ain't nuttin', I pushed a button and make the plane land Show some of you niggas how to grind up out the hole Then I tied ya in with 'migo then I got you, he just told Yeah, he just told you how to pop (Huh?) Until a nigga play with me and he get popped (Yeah) I'm on front row at BET without my Glock (Huh?) I'm ready to beat a nigga up like I'm The Rock (Let's go) And she ready to sweep a nigga up because he hot (Mm, mm) She ready to eat a nigga up until he lock (Yeah) She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a car (Hmm) Now she got her hands behind her head like I'm a cop (Huh) I told her "Fuck the police", yeah

45 ContributorsTranslationsEspañolSAD SHIT Lyrics Let me do some sad shit for the real niggas Yeah, I know my old bitch miss me Probably scrollin' down my timeline now (I know) Her friends tryna find out how (I, I) How she let a perfect nigga like me go (I know) And everywhere she go, my song on the radio, huh? She probably turned it down, don’t wanna play me though, huh? (I know) But I ain't really trippin', how you did me, it was fucked up (Yeah) But when you get your mind right (Yeah), I’m waitin' on ya (Yeah) 'Cause, baby, I know my old bitch miss me (I miss you too, I can't even cap, like for real) Now I'm gone, and my heart's empty (Wait a minute, who are you?) I'm fucked up 'bout you (Ayo, K.i.D) (Let me switch it up real quick, let me switch it) Tell me what I did to you, thought I could be real with you (I know) Let’s go get a crib, I can live with you, have some kids with you (Yeah, yeah) Fuck that, I’m back on my pimpin' (Pimp) Back fuckin’ four or five women If I really did you wrong Then tell me why the fuck I'm in my feelings Singin' in my motherfuckin' song (Ooh-ooh) Starin’ at my motherfuckin' phone (Brrt) Can't wait for you to pop up Tried to get you pregnant, get you knocked up (Ooh-ooh) You know I got the whole world against me I thought that you was with me Everybody out here wanna see me locked up (Ooh-ooh) You know I love the way you do it to me, baby Know you thinkin' 'bout when you was with DaBaby (Ooh-ooh) Probably end up with a sucka nigga who ain't really real A nigga who won't care about his kids A bitch nigga, probably don't respect his mother You know I ever catch you with a nigga, gettin' beat up You know when you was cold, I came through and helped you heat up What you doin' with that nigga? Girl, you know you don't belong with him Supposed to be with me out on the ocean with ya feet up, rollin' weed up Keep it real with him, you ain't gotta lie You might also like I know (I know) my old bitch miss me (I miss you too, I can't even cap, really) I know, now I'm gone (I'm gone) and my heart's empty (I'm fucked up 'bout you, no cap) I know (I know) my old bitch miss me (I miss you too, I can't even cap, like for real) Now I'm gone (I'm gone), and my heart's empty (I'm fucked up 'bout you, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuck that, I'm goin' back in, nigga Hit it from the back end, nigga Why you talkin' so aggressive? (Ooh-ooh) You ever got your heart broke, nigga? By a Spanish bitch, Narcos, nigga? (Ooh-ooh) Got me lookin' for a Polo Can you hear her sayin' "Marco", nigga? I can't hear her sayin' "Marco" either (Ooh-ooh) That mean she ain't there That mean the lil' bitch don't care I'm like Q when he lost Moesha Got me feelin' like Monique when she lost the Professor Got me feelin' like the Prince if he lost Cinderella Fuck a glass slipper That's her new nigga right there Who, him? He a sucka ass nigga Oh, so now you don't know me, wanna act like my sister You ever seen a nigga get slapped with a pistol? And I ain't ever goin' out sad 'bout a ho (Ooh-ooh) But this one ain't no ho, it's my ho, nigga So tell 'em how you feel, baby 'Cause I know (I know) my old bitch miss me (Ooh-ooh) 'Cause I'm gone (I'm gone) and my heart's empty (Yeah, yeah) I know (I know) my old bitch miss me (Yeah, I know) Now I'm gone (I'm gone) and my heart's empty (Yeah, turn up) And that's just how a real nigga feel, man This how a real nigga feel so a real nigga gotta keep it real You know what I mean? You know, that's why it sound like that, that's why it feel like that 'cause it's that real Baby I told K.i.D, "Give me some sad shit for the real niggas" He gave me some sad shit for the real niggas, here you go Here you go

29 ContributorsPRACTICE Lyrics Okay Boom, boom, boom (Firzt on the track) Boom, boom, boom I be feelin' like I don't be poppin' enough, I be humble I'ma keep showin' my ass if I wanna Hang up the phone on they ass, block the number I told you don't play with me, nigga And she be actin' funny, probably think a nigga need her (Uh-uh) I thought I was faithful, she say I'm a cheater They thought I was taken, I'm ready to mingle The fuck is you saying, lil' nigga? (Go) I do my lil' dancy-dance (Go) I fill up my pants with bands, quit playing, lil' nigga And I don't think the talk is cheap (Talk) 'Cause now when they talk to me, they paying me, nigga (Shut up) I probably say the word "nigga" too much I'm a real nigga, I don't be giving a fuck (Shh) Tommy Hilfiger 'fits with the shit coming up (Go) When you stay down like this, you rock Fendi and stuff (Okay) He broke as hell, put a boot on him I hit the bitch, put her out, put a move on her (Bitch) He wanna be just like Baby for real On the low tryna do what I do, don't he? (Yeah) Just so you prepared, I'ma let you know They probably told you I'm scared, but I'm ready, though (No) The industry can't take the hood out of me 'Bout to go get some head from a ghetto ho (Uh-uh) They do it nasty Pull up new whip and it's flashy Gun on my hip and it's plastic This the deluxe I like her, but don't give a fuck (Fuck) I'm fucking her rough, I'm her daddy (Mmm) That's how I live She told me she wanna have kids (Mmm) I told her don't know what that is (Uh-uh) That ain't how we speakin' (Uh-huh) I broke her heart into pieces She probably gon' call Dr. Phil You might also like I be feelin' like I don't be poppin' enough, I be humble (Pop it) I'ma keep showin' my ass if I wanna Hang up the phone on they ass, block the number (Brrt, brrt, brrt) I told you don't play with me, nigga And she be actin' funny, probably think a nigga need her (Uh-uh) I thought I was faithful, she say I'm a cheater They thought I was taken, I'm ready to mingle The fuck is you saying, lil' nigga? I always had a thing for ghetto bitches, where the Trinas? I'm known to set it off like Queen Latifah You wanna make Billboard? Come get a feature You fucking with Baby, lil' nigga (Yeah) Hot nigga, hot nigga (Hot) Number one song on the Billboard, he still got a Glock with him (Hot) You ain't gon' never see me hate on no nigga I think this work better, I'm tryna go shop with 'em Yeah, what you need, lil' nigga? We havin' the bags of gas and they movin' fast (Fast) Than you can imagine That bitch on the way, my bro catch the pack like it's Madden (Go) Havin' my way with an actress (Come on) Fuck on the floor, fuck a mattress They probably saying I'm not on y'all asses I feel like AI, we talkin' 'bout practice I be feelin' like I don't be poppin' enough, I be humble I'ma keep showin' my ass if I wanna (We talkin' 'bout practice, man) Hang up the phone on they ass, block the number I told you don't play with me, nigga (We talkin' 'bout practice) And she be actin' funny, probably think a nigga need her I thought I was faithful, she say I'm a cheater (We talkin' 'bout practice?) They thought I was taken, I'm ready to mingle The fuck is you saying, lil' nigga?

11 ContributorsDaBaby Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #076 Lyrics (Earl on the beat) Who shot your homeboy? A nigga with a diaper on? Got on the City Girls beat and got a cypher on? (Earl on the beat) Your girl said she diggin' with DaBaby, right or wrong? Just gave me head in the rental car while the lights was on You know me, I be chillin’ and coolin', know I'm the shit with the music Since you in love with computers, go look my name up on Google And please don’t turn to no groupie, other niggas be goofy Might as well get some popcorn, we finna make this a movie Somewhere laid up with a stallion, lettin' them haters hate Eatin' jumbo shrimp with the steak off of a paper plate Ballin' on 'em like Michael Jordan back in '88 Got my dick sucked before my flight, it almost made me late I'm in a different bracket than rappers, these niggas can't relate Don’t make me get to slappin’ these rappers, give 'em a change of face Made so many racks off of trappin’, say I was slangin' weight Put the weed down and start eatin', they say I'm gainin’ weight Who shot ya? That lil' nigga with the pamper baby? With twenty pounds of Cali weed inside the hamper baby? Your girl said she throw the- ah ah ah I pull up with the bald fade like a cancer- ahh Who shot ya? That lil' nigga be on Instagram? Do what the fuck he want to do like he don't give a damn? Just got some head outside the show inside the Sprinter van They say I'm a fool 'cause I'm coolin', smooth as a ceiling fan You need to get your boss, I ain't tryna talk to no middleman I'm chargin' just to talk, nothin' personal, I'm a businessman Huh?You might also like

86 ContributorsGOSPEL Lyrics Ohh Yeah, it's like, it's like some of that ghetto gospel shit Yeah, yeah (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) This shit right here sound like some gospel I lost my daddy the same week that they lost Nipsey (Nipsey, yeah) Ain't got no love left in my heart, my shit be empty (Empty, yeah, yeah) I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And the day I die, I bet lil' Jon goin' down in history 'Cause I've been solo, rockin' Dolo, I've been stuntin' No, ho, it's a no-go, I don't want you (Yeah) And everybody wonderin' why he come around and don't say nothin' 'Cause it been so long, it been so long I came from nothin' Lemme pop my shit I came from shit, three of us and my mom, she couldn't pay rent Two jobs, all alone, she couldn't quit We was home alone when we was jits That was before I was grown, before I was on I ain't had no shoes, I ain't had no clothes Lemme wear your shoes, lemme fuck your bitch I ain't had no car, I ain't had no whip Wonder why a nigga cover his ears when y'all talk 'Cause it ain't nobody could tell me shit I spent 30K on my daughter birthday, everybody had fun Nigga, everybody lit When a nigga go home, I don't answer my phone Everybody want to leech, everybody want a loan Everybody wanna talk, everybody wanna clique I don't wanna be friends and get off my dick I ain't had time to think, I ain't had time to breathe I've been prayin' to the Lord, I've been talkin' on my knees I been thinkin' 'bout my pops, I been thinkin' about my opps Thinkin' how can I stop me a nigga when he breathin' When a nigga play with me, I ain't lookin' for my phone I ain't finna drive away, I ain't lookin' for my keys The fuck these niggas know about me? You might also like This shit right here sound like some gospel I lost my daddy the same week that they lost Nipsey (Nipsey, yeah) Ain't got no love left in my heart, my shit be empty (Empty, yeah, yeah) I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And the day I die, I bet lil' Jon goin' down in history 'Cause I've been solo, rockin' Dolo, I've been stuntin' No, ho, it's a no-go, I don't want you (I don't want nothin', yeah, yeah) And everybody wonderin' why he come around and don't say nothin' 'Cause it been so long, it been so long (Chance The Rapper) I came from nothin' (Yeah, yeah) Put yourself in my shoes, like I abandoned the race And you ran in my place Shoes too big, but they use hair strands as a lace, and they break When it's hot outside, you don't want fans in your face (Ah) But you might want a fan in your face When yo' man got a heat and the hand in the waist (Band) Gotta keep a cool head, niggas got PTSD these days (Yeah) Some folks ain't live to see these days (Yeah) I be in the lab like Dex, coolin', takin' these Dee Dee breaks (Long) The PD way, I could write a book like TD Jakes (Yeah, yeah) Walkin' 'round my city in some house shoes Know that they always wanted someone they could honk and shout to (Yeah, yeah) Just gotta remember, got a family in the house, too (Yeah, yeah) Don't get caught up with the one that still function without you (Yeah, yeah) This shit right here sound like some gospel I lost my daddy the same week that they lost Nipsey (Nipsey, yeah) Ain't got no love left in my heart, my shit be empty (Empty, yeah, yeah) I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And the day I die, I bet lil' Jon goin' down in history 'Cause I've been solo, rockin' Dolo, I've been stuntin' No, ho, it's a no-go, I don't want you (Yeah) And everybody wonderin' why he come around and don't say nothin' 'Cause it been so long, it been so long I came from nothin' I'm the only nigga left, homie It ain't right how they all went left on me Niggas took my heart and they stepped on it (Wow) Lately, I've been hangin' by myself, homie (Huh) These fuck niggas made me sick, they got me nauseous (Ugh) Paranoid, all this money movin' cautious (Cautious) Flippin' quarters on a corner to a baller (Skrrt) Run up on Gucci, you gon' see the coroner Bright carats on my chest not pointers (Brrr) Paris freshin', we fresh like a foreigner (Huh) Nigga tried to rob me, now he a goner (Whew) Gucci Mane preach the gospel to the mourners (Haha) Guwap, yeah This shit right here sound like some gospel I lost my daddy the same week that they lost Nipsey (Nipsey, yeah) Ain't got no love left in my heart, my shit be empty (Empty, yeah, yeah) I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And the day I die, I bet lil' Jon goin' down in history 'Cause I've been solo, rockin' Dolo, I've been stuntin' No, ho, it's a no-go, I don't want you (Yeah) And everybody wonderin' why he come around and don't say nothin' 'Cause it been so long, it been so long I came from nothin'

49 ContributorsMasterpiece Lyrics Psst, stop (Huh) Noticed how I looked you in your eyes (Let’s go) Next time, a nigga gettin' shot If you really love me, fuck me like a thot If you really love me, do what I say (d.a. got that dope) When you give me head, look me dead in my eye (Go) Nigga play and I'ma set it on fire My lil' bitch is a masterpiece I ain't even gotta be funny when I'm tellin' no joke She still gon' laugh at me Still suck my dick when she mad at me Let a nigga makе me mad, you'll see I nod my head in this bitch Them niggas gon' slidе on your bitch-ass for me Buss down Cartier, new Master P My lil' bitch is a masterpiece I ain't even gotta be funny when I'm tellin' no joke (Yeah, uh) She still gon' laugh at me (Yeah, uh) Still suck my dick when she mad at me (Yeah, uh) Let a nigga make me mad, you'll see (Yeah, uh) I nod my head in this bitch (Yeah, uh) Them niggas gon' slide on your bitch-ass for me (Uh, uh) Buss down Cartier, new Master P You might also like Let down the window, you see me (Skrrt, let this bitch down) We got ARs, .45s, nines, and the two-tone Lamborghini (Let's go, let’s go) I walk in this bitch by myself Nigga still got on all of his bling-bling (Bling) I’m so rich, drop the top on that 'Rarri Yuh lil' bruh in this bitch with that thing-thing (That ting, nigga) They just told me that somebody die But it don’t bother me, that's a G thing (So) No, it don’t bother me, it's the G way (G) I don't know what went down at that Walmart (Uh-uh) I don't know what happened on that freeway (Doo, doo, doo) Okay, there go that DaBaby, he back now Run it back, hey, bitch, turn that on replay Oh, he still got that shit with that bop in it? Oh, they thought that lil' nigga went pop, didn't it? I'm one of them superstar rappers who actually poppin' Who really gon' pop niggas (I'm one of those) We really done pop niggas Tryna send one of you lil' niggas up, take the clout wit' ya And I got this lil' boo thing Soon as I went and got her a purse, put my Glock in it (Yeah, yeah-yeah) Like, "Bae, you my bitch now" She know I don't mean no disrespect, I just talk different Nigga My lil' bitch is a masterpiece I ain't even gotta be funny when I'm tellin' them joke She still gon' laugh at me Still suck my dick when she mad at me Let a nigga make me mad, you'll see I nod my head in this bitch Them niggas gon' slide on your bitch-ass for me (Doo, doo, doo, doo) Buss down Cartier, new Master P My lil' bitch is a masterpiece (Go) I ain't even gotta be funny when I'm tellin' them joke She still gon' laugh at me (Uh) Still suck my dick when she mad at me Let a nigga make me mad, you'll see I nod my head in this bitch Them niggas gon' slide on your bitch-ass for me (Doo, doo, doo, doo) Buss down Cartier, new Master P Buss it down, Cartier baby (Buss it down) Niggas think I'm from Detroit But I come from that 704, Charlotte made me (704) And you can come play if you want I'ma leave yo ass cold like Detroit on the pavement (Doo, doo, doo, doo) Who fuckin' with Baby? Just laughed at you Quick to beat a nigga up, leave him snaggletooth (Uh, uh) Hoppin' on a jet to get a bag or two (Let's go) Prolly need to go and do some therapy Havin' moments, I always feel lonely (Uh-huh) Just walked in the meetin', and I got it on me They don't know that I got it on me (Uh, uh, uh) I done made a whole lotta millions while in the pandemic (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And ain't even out there performin' (Go) Clown ass nigga, better ketchup You ain't even mustard, that shit there bologna (Eugh) New boo look like a Barbie doll straight out the package Had to bust her out the wrapper (Mwah) But nice ass fell in love with a real nigga (Mwah) Time to turn her to a savage A nigga play with me, I'll prolly burn him on camera (Boom) Damn, a rapper killed a rapper Big player, it don't matter what happened before What really matters happen after My lil' bitch is a masterpiece I ain't even gotta be funny when I'm tellin' them joke She still gon' laugh at me Still suck my dick when she mad at me Let a nigga make me mad, you'll see (Go) I nod my head in this bitch Them niggas gon' slide on your bitch-ass for me (Oh, oh) Buss down Cartier, new Master P (Oh, oh) My lil' bitch is a masterpiece (Oh, oh) I ain't even gotta be funny when I'm tellin' them joke She still gon' laugh at me (Oh, oh) Still suck my dick when she mad at me (Oh, oh) Let a nigga make me mad, you'll see (Oh, oh) I nod my head in this bitch Them niggas gon' slide on your bitch-ass for me Buss down Cartier, new Master P

38 ContributorsRAW SHIT Lyrics They said they want some of that raw shit (Raw) Turn it up, I'ma sit in the car, bitch (Turn me up, Tahj Money) If you turn off your lights, you gon' see me at night Ho, you know I'm a motherfucking star, bitch (Bling) How I know you ain't from where I'm from? 'Cause you know you can't go leave your gun in the car, dick (The fuck?) Nigga like me walk down on your ass Leave you stuck in the sand like a motherfuckin' starfish (Let's go) Where the Backwoods at? I'm tryna smoke some' (Let's go) STG, swear to God they don't want none' (Hah) STD, play with fire, I'ma burn something Back to back in Scatpack doing donuts (Skrrt) Starting not to get head 'til I want some She eat up the two-ball, the screwball like ice cream (Ice cream) Who you know wear designer with Nike? (Me) I smile and I show off my dimples, I'm icy (Cheese) Name a label that's fucking with my team (My team) Somebody come give me a challenge, excite me (Come on) Nigga better stay 'way from that water I let this bitch off, it's gon' hit you like lightning (Hah, boom) How the fuck they let Baby go platinum? I thought he was wack and they didn't even like him (Hah, bitch) You can come see my plaque on my wall Walkin' 'round in my drawers, talking shit in my castle (Uh-huh) Think he sick, wipe his nose, I'm a nappy (Sick) Take his bitch, that's my ho, I'm her daddy (Her dad) Ship the shit to your door, send the addy (Your door) Mix it in with the low, doesn't matter (Uh, low) Nigga know I was having that remix (Yeah) I play pussy and burn you, that's defense (Bitch) Baby pull out my dick and she eat it She like how I be kicking that street shit That's your boy, he aight, he ain't me, bitch (Bitch) Check me out on your screen, BET, bitch (Yeah) Know I got the whole gang in LA (The gang) I'm strapped up with that thang in LA (Uh, huh?) I hop off the plane and I skate She 'bout to come bring me some brain, that's my bae (My bae) I can't go back and forth with a ho Like a bitch who gon' do everything that I say (Shh, Quavo) You might also like Say they want some of that trap talk (Trap) I get a brick, let it moonwalk (Brick) The K shoot silent, but it still talk (Rrah) Smoke with the pilot in the skybox (Uh) The Culinan came with a umbrella (Skrrt) Baguettes, no prongs, they stayin' together (Ice) I lift my arm and change the weather (Woo) Turn a bitch from nothing to a Cinderella (Bad, go) They said they want some of that raw shit (Raw) Turn it up, I'ma sit in the car, bitch (Turn me up) If you turn off your lights, you gon' see me at night Ho, you know I'm a motherfucking star, bitch (Bling) How I know you ain't from where I'm from? 'Cause you know you can't go leave your gun in the car, dick (The fuck?) Nigga like me walk down on your ass Leave you stuck in the sand like a motherfuckin' starfish (Let's go) They said they want some of that raw shit (Raw) Turn it up, I'ma sit in the car, bitch (Turn me up) If you turn off your lights, you gon' see me at night Ho, you know I'm a motherfucking star, bitch (Bling) How I know you ain't from where I'm from? 'Cause you know you can't go leave your gun in the car, dick (The fuck?) Nigga like me walk down on your ass Leave you stuck in the sand like a motherfuckin' starfish (Takeoff) I feel like how I'm sipping on Activis (Act') Might as well turn to an activist (Might as well) The meeting was corporate, walked in like we been there Man, they ain't know we really was savages (No) Ain't in a UPS or with the FedEx, but a nigga be packing it (Smash) Ain't tryna brag or boast or tell 'em something they don't know But a nigga be having it (Cash) Metal on me all time (Brr) Beefing with metal detectors and magnets (Brr) Bitch, I'm with 'Set and DaBaby Hit the racetrack just to see who the fastest (Skrrt) Baby just came out of a cast Don't make us put your bitch ass in a casket (Don't) We wrapping up plastic actually I get the backend, hot like a dragon (Hot, hot) I hit the Cook', then I ash it (Hey) I fishtail the Demon, I drag it (Skrrt) These niggas broke, maggots (Broke) Take your bitch throat, stab it (Ugh) Audemar, baguettes got added (Audemar) Grab the stick, pay the hit when it's static (Baow) Yeah, my bitch is the baddest, I’m bragging (Woo) Quarter mil' on the Richard, it's plastic (Hey, hey) They said they want some of that raw shit (Raw) Turn it up, I'ma sit in the car, bitch (Turn me up) If you turn off your lights, you gon' see me at night Ho, you know I'm a motherfucking star, bitch (Bling) How I know you ain't from where I'm from? 'Cause you know you can't go leave your gun in the car, dick (The fuck?) Nigga like me walk down on your ass Leave you stuck in the sand like a motherfuckin' starfish (Let's go) They said they want some of that raw shit (Raw) Turn it up, I'ma sit in the car, bitch (Turn me up) If you turn off your lights, you gon' see me at night Ho, you know I'm a motherfucking star, bitch (Bling) How I know you ain't from where I'm from? 'Cause you know you can't go leave your gun in the car, dick (The fuck?) Nigga like me walk down on your ass Leave you stuck in the sand like a motherfuckin' starfish

20 Contributors4X Lyrics Just got off the phone with my partner He told me he need three, I told him I got him (Ha) You probably ain't heard how I'm rockin' I'll beat yo' ass up, leave my gun in my pocket (Yeah) Just went up on my prices, you dig? (I went up) Keep a gun wit' no license, you dig? Off the top, I ain't writin' this shit (Uh-uh) I keep a Glock, I ain't fightin' you (Bitch) Yeah, I'm tryna strike him (Come here) I got shit on lock, Rikers (On lock) Sent the DM, she think that I like her (Uh-huh) I just want some good head, she want titles (That neck) Got my music on Apple and Tidal (Ha) I got the juice like I'm Snapple, I'm viral (Ha-ha) She sucked my dick for a pic (Uh-huh) I smack her ass, give her dick (Dick, dick) I'll turn your ass to a lick (Bitch) We hop off the sprinter with sticks We came for a show, but these rods ain't for show Nigga do the wrong thing and we endin' his shit (On gang) Bruh, hop off the stage then we fallin' (Uh) Nigga reach, is you tryna go viral? (Pussy) He get beat to sleep for playin' tough in the club He won't remember tomorrow (Gang) I'm a real-I'm a real blockstar (Uh-huh) Stunna man got the block bumpin' (Uh-huh) My name in the streets like I popped somethin' (Yeah) Nigga play with my name, have the block jumpin' (Uh-uh) Your bitch on my dick when I drop somethin' (Ooh) You ain't hit no licks, nigga, stop frontin' (Uh-uh) I ain't tryna lip box I'm tryna knock him out the frame, Stunna gon' crop somethin' (Come here) You might also like Lookin' for his bitch like he lost somethin' (Where she at?) She wit' me, I got my feet up (Ha, ha) My dick on the plate, make her eat up (Eat) He can still get a P, bro, they cheap (Ha) A trapper turned rapper Been losin' my plays 'cause I've been out of town for a week (Damn) Too busy, I can't pick my phone up (I can't) Don't argue with hoes, bitch, we grown-ups (Yeah) I walk it out, DJ Unk (Walk it out) Got that fire on me, not fuck with Trump (Got that fire) Do my dance on your main, she gon' fuck Nigga, play with the gang if you want (Yeah) I'll do a show, get you hit (Get you hit) Hundred twenty-five hoes on my dick (Twenty-five) I bumped into your swoop, she a goner (She gone) She wasn't my type of boo, I ain't want her (Uh-uh) Passed it down through the crew, here go Stunna (Okay) Uh, bro send that pack off like a punter (Trap) I son that boy like his uncle (Bitch) He claimin' somethin', we puttin' him under (Come here) We beat down his block like some drummers (Wham) No Thug, I'm really with gunners (Slime) Ayy, I'm in her mouth like a sucker (Ooh) I use her face, I won't nut on the covers (Thot, thot) Four times, these bitches love me (Four times) See me with DaBaby, now they wanna fuck me (Gang) And if I do, bitch, you lucky (Ooh) Ha, I bet he gon' die if he touch me (Wham) Four times, four times, four times Pop your shit, nigga, pop your shit, go 'head Four times Pop your shit Blank Blank Pop it Blank Blank Pop your shit, talk your shit Yeah, hottest young nigga doin' this shit, bitch (Bitch) Four way, you get this shit the glo way Hallway, rundown, god way, grahh That's why I fuck wit' nigga That's why I fuck wit' that nigga right there Huh? He gon' pop his shit, you hear me? Huh? Huh? Real talk, I'm the best motherfuckin' rapper, Stunna the best young nigga rapper, bitch, we takin' over Blank Blank

41 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguêsPony Lyrics Pyrex whipper Uh-huh It feel good thumbin' through the backend, don't it? Ain't have to make a play in three months Gave the plug to my brother and the trap still rollin' (Let's go) All my hoes freaks, yeah, she ride D Yeah, like a goddamn pony (Yeah, yeah) Steady runnin' to the money, don't stop, green light Yeah, nigga, keep goddamn goin' (Vroom) And you already goddamn know it Need to pull up my pants, pull my shirt down I make what they make in three months for a verse now (Yeah) I can take the backend from the show Put some bread on your head Get you muhfuckin' murked now (Uh-huh) Got the work so mad, ho like to blow up my phone (Brrt, brrt, brrt) Leave me 'lone, bitch, you dead, I'm at work now (Ha) Got the streets' hottest youngin' That Stunna the one got your baby daddy poppin' Percs now (Four times) He say he need some more stamina (Uh-huh) His bitch fuckin' with me, he can't handle her (Yee) I only had that car for three months And I sold like 300 Ps in my Challenger (No cap) Wanna be BDB Ent, he need help with his music He need me to manage him (Uh-uh) We booked up, let me check if we busy (Uh) Your ho like how we dress, we get jiggy I'm not with all the talkin', I'm with it Leave a mark on your ho, send her home with a hickey (Uh-huh) Fucked around and went home smellin' like your lil main ho perfume My BM tried to kill me (Damn) God forbid that lil boy play with me Have your whole family dressed up in black like a pilgrim (Uh-huh) Yeah, my prices went up Your promoter was playin, but now, bitch, we back in the buildin' You might also like It feel good thumbin' through the backend, don't it? Ain't have to make a play in three months Gave the plug to my brother and the trap still rollin' (Let's go) All my hoes freaks, yeah, she ride D Yeah, like a goddamn pony (Yeah, yeah) Steady runnin' to the money, don't stop, green light Yeah, nigga, keep goddamn goin' (Vroom) And you already goddamn know it It feel good thumbin' through the backend, don't it? Ain't have to make a play in three months Gave the plug to my brother and the trap still rollin' (Let's go) All my hoes freaks, yeah, she ride D Yeah, like a goddamn pony (Yeah, yeah) Steady runnin' to the money, don't stop, green light Yeah, nigga, keep goddamn goin' (Vroom) And you already goddamn know it (Talk to 'em) I ain't have to make a play in so long, I don't even got a scale And I forgot how much a pound weigh (Uh-huh) Brand new car, 2019, had 57 miles (Vroom) Had to put it on the highway, Scat Pack (Skrrrt) Bad bitch with a seven-year degree, but she still sellin' pussy Man, I wonder what her mom say (Mmm, mmm, mmm) Uh, wonder what her dad say (Huh?) I don't do the slow shit, I like the fast way (Yee) High school sold reggie to my classmates I'm the one that taught your lil' brother what a bag weigh (No cap) We was takin' niggas' shit in '09 And we wasn't hidin' from ya, had to catch us on a bad day Hit a lick and make a bad day a good day (Uh-huh) He don't even pop it open, he a good play (Sweet) Fuck around with me, a nigga gettin' remixed Goin' out to dinner with your money, eatin' good steak (Ha) Fuck around take the whole gang to Ruth's Chris (Gang) Who that fine ho right there? My new bitch (Huh?) Them ho like when I smile, they be choosin' (Uh-huh) I put ice in my mouth, bitch, my tooth lit (Yee) Give a fuck 'bout who like how I do shit (Uh-huh) Like to ball with my dawgs, who you hoop with? (You ball?) Probably havin' a ball with them new niggas (Ah) You ain't stay down like good bitch, you stupid It feel good thumbin' through the backend, don't it? Ain't have to make a play in three months Gave the plug to my brother and the trap still rollin' (Let's go) All my hoes freaks, yeah, she ride D Yeah, like a goddamn pony (Yeah, yeah) Steady runnin' to the money, don't stop, green light Yeah, nigga, keep goddamn goin' (Vroom) And you already goddamn know it It feel good thumbin' through the backend, don't it? Ain't have to make a play in three months Gave the plug to my brother in the trap, still rollin' (Let's go) All my hoes freaks, yeah, she ride D Yeah, like a goddamn pony (Yeah, yeah) Steady runnin' to the money, don't stop, green light Yeah, nigga, keep goddamn goin' (Vroom) And you already goddamn know it

42 ContributorsPICK UP Lyrics Let's go Wait a minute, who are you? (Ayy, yo, K.i.D) Pick up, pick up, pick up Better watch his lil' bitch 'cause I'm up off the liquor I been turnin' her down, she on go, tryna get up Crack a smile at your ho, she gon' fall out and shiver Nigga going out sad 'bout the ho, he a Skittle (Sweet) Take the jet to New York like I'm Jigga (Yoom) When you poppin', you know that come with paparazzi I hate going outside, they all know I'm that nigga (Let's go) Slide on a nigga, they drive through like Wendy's (Slide) They all pray for the time of the day, I been busy I turned her down, now that lil' nigga picky She wasn't gettin' no money, I told her to miss me Oh, y'all like takin' pictures? Think y'all niggas sissy My lil' nigga been loyal, I threw him a fifty I pull up in an Escalade, hop out in Timberlands My bitch, she got finger wave hair like she Missy (Bitch) Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me I look better in person, lil' ho, I get jiggy Spend that lil' money, I ain't tryna save it We ain't tripping on none of that, bitch, we got plenty (Bread) Bread on your head, bitch, I'm Jiffy Fuck around, drop a movie on niggas like 50 If Big Worm would've pulled up, I would've start hitting If Deebo choked me out, bitch, I would've killed him, bitch You might also like Pick up, pick up, pick up Better watch his lil' bitch 'cause I'm up off the liquor I been turnin' her down, she on go, tryna get up Crack a smile at your ho, she gon' fall out and shiver Nigga going out sad 'bout the ho, he a Skittle (Sweet) Take the jet to New York like I'm Jigga (Yoom) When you poppin', you know that come with paparazzi (Wait a minute, who are you? Ayy, yo, K.i.D) I hate going outside, they all know I'm that nigga (Let's go, Quavo) Pick up, pick up, don't pick up the phone I'm trappin', lil' nigga, don't pick up (Brrt, brrt) We been havin' drip and I'm puttin' that shit on And I'm lightnin', I'm icin', I'm flooding my wrist up (Ice) Add it up, nigga, just put your lil' 'fit up (Add it) Yes, sir (Yes, sir), put that lil' shit up (Woo) Bad bitch, look like she do sit-ups (Bitch) I bought the Lamborghini just to get up (Go) Keep talkin' that talk and I popped him, laughin' Skrrt (Skrrt), yeah, I'm ducking the traffic (Woo) I'm doing this shit in spectacular fashion (Uh) Straight out the Nawf and that chopper get tactic (Woo) Shoot up the floor (Rraow), I got him dancing, dancing Shake that bitch out of your panties I am the Cho (Cho), what did I score? (Woo) Ho, you already know I'm the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.) Pick up, pick up, pick up Better watch his lil' bitch 'cause I'm up off the liquor I been turnin' her down, she on go, tryna get up Crack a smile at your ho, she gon' fall out and shiver Nigga going out sad 'bout the ho, he a Skittle (Sweet) Take the jet to New York like I'm Jigga (Yoom) When you poppin', you know that come with paparazzi I hate going outside, they all know I'm that nigga (Let's go)

54 ContributorsBLIND Lyrics Yeah, yeah, yeah I've been blind for a while now I just got the key, they let me in, no ID Doors openin' up for me and now I see I've been blind for a while now I've been blind for a while now (Ayy, I've been blind, hey) Every single goddamn day, a nigga think he next to leak it (Next to who?) Tomatoes, mustard, mayonnaise Nigga better catch up, catch up, catch up, catch up (Yup, yup, yup) Thankful that my head too hard for me to learn my lesson (My head too goddamn hard) 'Cause the way I did it worked out fine, ooh, God you blessed me (Amen) Probably ain't believe me Know a nigga went through hell and back, now he finally on the TV (Yeah) Now a nigga don't even give a fuck no more, probably think it's easy Let you know it ain't easy I fuck her like a Bathing Ape, she run from the dick like a cheetah (Go) Two-tone AP watch on, never see me use it for a clock (Tick, tock) They see the way he fuckin' up the charts (Hmm) I wonder is he ever gon' stop? And he charge a hundred-fifty for the verses now Pay it or he never ever drop They noticed that a nigga music versatile Wonder if he ever goin' pop? (Go) You might also like I just got the key, they let me in, no ID Doors openin' up for me and now I see I've been blind for a while now (Blind) I've been blind for a while now (Blind) Let's go I just got the key, they let me in, no ID Doors openin' up for me and now I see I've been blind for a while now I've been blind for a while now Yeah I've been quarantined, livin' with my kiddies Tryna teach me how to cha-cha, woah Fucked around, left the door open Now they know that they can't stop me Don't place me in no cop car Yeah, I'm off probation, so it's gas I blow I found love in my bitch, so I don't ask no more I can really sit back, ain't gotta pass no dough All of my brothers get loot, I don't got ride with pistols (Yeah) They found him dead, he dissed you (Woah) PTDS, don't you tell me you lost me (Woo) Fuck all the rest, none them bitches are a nominee Go to the head whenever dogs with me die Got me riding 'til the sun come, blood on my white 1's I just got the key, they let me in, no ID Doors openin' up for me and now I see I've been blind for a while now (Blind) Yeah, I've been blind for a while now, yeah (Let's go) I just got the key, they let me in, no ID Doors openin' up for me and now I see I've been blind for a while now I've been blind for a while now (Yeah)

51 ContributorsLIGHTSKIN SHIT Lyrics Uh, uh, uh-huh Yeah (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) My bitch like a model Where the genie? She shaped like a bottle Fuck a IG, she too fine to follow Powerball, bitch, I just hit the Lotto (Cha-ching) Tylenol, she too sick, call a doctor (Sick) Fuck a pill, where that pussy? I'll pop it (I'll pop) I'm a dog, I'ma shit on my last ho All the pretty bitches need a asshole, let's go Lightskin shit She fuck with me, she turn into a lightskin bitch (Uh, haa) Family in our business on some hype man shit She ain't respondin' to my text, she on some lightskin shit, I don't like that shit Pull up with a new ho (Let's go, skrrt) Wrecked my four-door, I went bought a two-door (Yeah) When you out, we on liquor and Nuvo (Huh) I'ma dog on the bitch, call me Cujo (Grrr, bitch, yeah) I went, ran the score up (Uh) Put my dick down her throat 'til she throw up (Throw up) Hard to hide out in public, they know us Picture's viral before the shit go up (Pic) Fuck is a pic to a rich nigga? (Nigga) I'm havin' my way with your bitch The same bitch that was havin' her way with a bitch nigga (Hahaha) Niggas goin' out sad 'bout these hoes, but me? Um You might also like My bitch like a model Where the genie? She shaped like a bottle Fuck a IG, she too fine to follow Powerball, bitch, I just hit the Lotto (Cha-ching) Tylenol, she too sick, call a doctor (Sick) Fuck a pill, where that pussy? I'll pop it (I'll pop) I'm a dog, I'ma shit on my last ho All the pretty bitches need a asshole, let's go My bitch in the trap with a mask on (Yeah) I just flipped two dimes in the restroom (Let's go) Had the magazine tucked like a super goon (Baby) Had to sweep the drug money with the broom (Woo) Might cop the Chanel in the back-back (We did it) I can buy the bales with the money in the backpack, yeah (We got it) And Rolex, yeah Almost went to Hell, that's a big fact (Pluto) I done cut up the wrist on my sleeve (I cut it) Like I'm suicidal on the jet (Let's go) I done turnt your favorite to a pet (Turn up) Check the hunnid milli' presidents, it's hard to fall off, I'm super relevant (I'm super) On the billi dollar, killed the middle man tryna treat me like I'm not the trigger man (Baby) Got a real one and she reppin' Taliban, gang (Yeah) My bitch like a model Where the genie? She shaped like a bottle Fuck a IG, she too fine to follow Powerball, bitch, I just hit the Lotto (Cha-ching) Tylenol, she too sick, call a doctor (Sick) Fuck a pill, where that pussy? I'll pop it (I'll pop) I'm a dog, I'ma shit on my last ho All the pretty bitches need a asshole, let's go

16 ContributorsToday (Remix) Lyrics Baby Ah, bitch (Hahaha, yeah, Baby Talk 5) Fuck a nigga mean, nigga? (Baby Talk 5) Fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm on they ass today, I just went and picked me up a bag today I pulled up on the scene with a bad lil' bae (Ooh) She got a fat ass, when I smash, it shake (Ooh) Smackin' her ass, playin' patty cake (Ah) Shut the fuck up, do what daddy say I think I got lil' baby mad at me (Huh?) Fucked up her hair, she look bad today Told her, "Hop in the whip, we can go get a fix" I'ma drop that bitch off at my set, she the shit As soon as she done with that nappy ass hair You can pick up your boy to come pick up his bitch (Damn) Look at my wrist, that's a brick I just fucked up my Rolex, but fuck it, it's lit (Damn) I don't give a fuck 'bout no fame or no chain Ain't no jewelry put me on the lick (Damn) I just went sat with the label (Huh?) Niggas offered me a contract (What happened?) Told them niggas I ain't want it (Why?) The shit was wack, I didn't sign that (Uh) I'm the best but never mind that (Okay) My shit so hard that they rewind that (Ah) Got that work if you can't find that (Huh?) You can't afford it, we can finance I got one foot in the trap, got one foot up they ass, ditch your coat on the rack Got my dick in your bitch, she be bendin' it over and bustin' it open and throwin' it back I'm tryna go fuck a bunny Fuck all these hoes 'cause they don't really love me I'm tryna get me some motherfuckin' money If they free Meek Mill, why they ain't free my cousin? I bet we shoot up your motherfuckin' party If somebody touch me or one of my brothers I bet won't none of these niggas that talk on the internet try me, they see me in public I bet they play all my motherfuckin' teachin' Bitch, I don't rap, I be motherfuckin' preachin' I bet you paid for that motherfuckin' show And I bet you paid for that motherfuckin' feature (Bitch) You might also like I'm on they ass today, I just went and picked me up a bag today I pulled up on the scene with a bad lil' bae (Ha Huh? Huh?) She got a fat ass, when I smash, it shakes Smackin' her ass, playin' patty cake (Patty) Shut the fuck up, do what daddy say (Uh) I think I got lil' baby mad at me (Yeah) Fuck it, let's go to the bank (Ha) Baby (Baby), racks (Racks), keep 'em on me like I live in the bank Pints, Act' (Act'), addicted to syrup like I live off the drink My fashion is high, I live in the sky I'm keeping my fire, I hope they don't try You heard I'm on fire, but that ain't no lie My youngins, I love 'em, I know they gon' ride Racks, hundred, get 'em knocked off and won't think about it (Fa-fa) Lie to your honor (Street) Look him straight in the face and won't blink about it I just finessed for a bag today We wipe they nose, yeah, the nasty way (Slime) NASCAR my car, yeah, the fastest way (Yeah) Fuck on your bitch, I don't masturbate (Wait) I just kept it one hunnid, they had to hate (Hate) I heat it up, and I blast away Ain't do no whippin', it's glass today She let me hit it, I had to pay She let me get it, you had to wait (Nope) I'm still ahead of my class today (Yeah) I do the dash with no license plate (Skrrt) Nigga try me, he gon' die today (Fa-fa) I'm on they ass today, I just went and picked me up a bag today I pulled up on the scene with a bad lil' bae (Ha Huh? Huh?) She got a fat ass, when I smash, it shakes Smackin' her ass, playin' patty cake (Patty) Shut the fuck up, do what daddy say (Uh) I think I got lil' baby mad at me (Yeah) Fuck it, let's go to the bank (Ha) I'm 'bout to motherfuckin' blank My name hold weight, I got motherfuckin' rank I'm in the rental with my brother Thank We tryna eat, where our motherfuckin' plate? (Ha) It's been there with me, y'all just motherfuckin' late I need that shit now, I can't motherfuckin' wait I bet you act like you motherfuckin' know I put this four-five in your motherfuckin' face, bitch I'm on they ass today, I just went and picked me up a bag today (Huh? Huh?) I pulled up on the scene with a bad lil' bae (Skrrt) She got a fat ass, when I smash, it shake (Uh-huh) Smackin' her ass, playin' patty cake Shut the fuck up, do what daddy say I think I got lil' baby mad at me Huh? Hahaha, fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? Huh? DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby Bitch, Baby Talk

37 ContributorsBall If I Want To Lyrics (If I want to) (If I want to) (If I want to) ​d.a. got that dope (If I want-want-want-want—) Bitch, it ain't even my birthday, but I can ball if I want to (Ball) Pull up, foreign cars if I want to (Skrrt) Hop out that bitch with that iron in my jumpsuit (Go) Just do what I say and I'll love you ('Kay?) I get this shit from my uncle I told bae get twenty-two inches of weave Tonight, I wanna fuck a Rapunzel (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ain't fuckin' her right, you ain't pullin' her hair (Bitch-ass nigga) Legs on the side of your head, now fuck it, let's get in a chair (I said, "Let's go") When she throw that ass back, I say, "Yeah" I fuck around, get on a PJ tomorrow, and put that bitch up in the air Fly that bitch up out of L.A. to Charlotte To pick up my barber to come cut my hair 'Cause I'm havin' it, nigga Look, me and my lil' bitch be dressin' Get the salad, lil' nigga Hop out that bitch with that ratchet (Let's go) Stunt likе my motherfuckin' daddy (Yeah) Mama, your baby a savage Unclе Ray hid his crack pipe in my mattress This lil' nigga play with me, fuck it, I slapped him Thought I was laughin', he see I wasn't laughin' (Hahaha) You might also like Bitch, it ain't even my birthday, but I can ball if I want to (Ball) Pull up, foreign cars if I want to (Skrrt) Hop out that bitch with that iron in my jumpsuit (Let's go) Just do what I say and I'll love you ('Kay?) I get this shit from my uncle I told bae get twenty-two inches of weave Tonight, I wanna fuck a Rapunzel (Go, go) Ain't fuckin' her right, you ain't pullin' her hair I pull on and grip it, lock up her arms like she getting arrested Throwin' her out like she getting evicted Fuckin' me back, girl, that pussy impressive Put one leg right here, put the other one there Sexy lil' flexible bitch, you a pretzel Tryna keep up with shit, but it's levels And diamonds and Dior all over this sweater It's fire on the front of my waistline First nigga try me, it's playtime Play 'round, you lay down Doggin' her out like Cujo Me and her get on the floor, and we fuck like some canines Pop a lil' nigga, gon' have to put you at the top of the list Ain't no option, lil' nigga, they scared to let me in the room Somebody in that bitch gotta be blockin' my pimpin', it's Baby Bitch, it ain't even my birthday, but I can ball if I want to (I ball) Pull up, foreign cars if I want to (Skrrt) Hop out that bitch with that iron in my jumpsuit (Let's go) Just do what I say and I'll love you ('Kay? Mwah) I get this shit from my uncle I told bae get twenty-two inches of weave Tonight, I wanna fuck a Rapunzel (Go, go, go) Ain't fuckin' her right, you ain't pullin' her hair

36 ContributorsTaking It Out Lyrics I'm thinkin' 'bout takin' it out (For what?) It's hard to pop shit with my grill in (Ha) I can't let it fuck up my flow Let these lil' niggas run up the score and I still win (Ha) I told her I'm that nigga without it (Let's go) He touch me, he gon' die on the scene I'ma pay me a lawyer and sit in the county (Yeah) You ain't built how I'm built, they ain't seen what I seen I don't want none of these niggas around me (Nuh-uh) Ain't a nigga alive can take credit from me I was already lit when they found me (Nah) And these niggas just bluffin', ain't nobody touched me So I know these niggas ain't 'bout it You ain't slap 'em when you heard that boy talkin' down You must feel the same way that he do And you know we gon' check it, I ain't really trippin' Can't wait 'til the day that I see you (On gang) You fuck niggas glass, see-through (Ha) Know I'm on they ass, Evisu (Yeah) All my jewelry splash, seafood (Ha) Say he got a bag, me too (Nigga) Shout out my BM, that's me, me (Me, me) We pull up with like 400 rounds (Four deep) It's just me and Ri, Dada and T.G. (On gang) I got my jewelry from Johnny (It's a movie) Turn on that motherfuckin' TV (Ice) Everyone, turn off your lights I bet you still motherfuckin' see me (Yeah) You know it's a light show (Ha) Pull up with that iron You know I got it everywhere that I go Really out my mind Come playin' with me, he gon' die slow (Ayy, ayy) They think I'm a psycho (Ha) Like my money blue, y'all niggas green I do this with my eyes closed Put me in a room, four hundred niggas Gimme a blindfold 'Cause you niggas ain't 'bout that (Bitch) Lemme see where that mouth at When I pull out that iron I bet you niggas gon' wanna give that clout back And if I wasn't rich and already lit I'd pull up where your house at But, you know God great and everything's straight Took a loss and I bounced back You will never hear a diss, I ain't gon' say shit I ain't finna talk back (Ha) You might also like I'm thinkin' 'bout takin' it out It's hard to pop shit with my grill in I can't let it fuck up my flow Let these lil' niggas run up the score and I still win I told Her im that nigga without it He touch me, he gon' die on the scene I'ma pay me a lawyer and sit in the county (No cap) You ain't built how I'm built, they ain't seen what I seen I don't want none of these niggas around me, nigga Huh (Bitch ass nigga) And I'm the best motherfuckin' rapper, man Fuck with this chop, realest nigga alive Real nigga, rock star (Nigga, quit playin' with me, I'm too raw for you) Yeah Baby Jesus AKA motherfuckin' Baby now (Too motherfuckin' raw for this shit) And we ain't worried 'bout shit, nigga We ain't worried about shit, nigga (It's too late now, nigga) Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, nigga I'm in there now, nigga (Ayy) We in there (Ayy) We in there That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby

13 ContributorsNo Love Lyrics Oh Lord, Jetson made another one You don't love me, don't tell me you love me 'Cause I can go fuck on your friend I can hook up with your buddy I ain't got time to pretend I'm tryna get me some cuddy And I ain’t really tryna be friends I'd rather get to the money I tried to talk to the ho Told her my dreams and she looked at me funny (Ah) Everything I done dreamed I done done it (Yeah) Everything I done dreamed I done done it (Yeah) Now I done it, it's time for some more dreams (Yeah) Run it up, I need some more cream (Ho) The internet world helped you know me (Ah) And I don't believe talking, so show me (Shh) I got the gas, you can roll it, uh I'm frontin' bags to my homies (Ayy) I'm still in the streets like I'm homeless (Yeah) Still sellin' P's to promoters (Yeah) She ain't really fuck with me back then (Back then) She don't really love me, she acting (Acting) I'm treating the show like the streets (Streets) We pull up and count up the backend (Bitch) You might also like You don't love me, don't tell me you love me 'Cause I can go fuck on your friend I can hook up with your buddy I ain't got time to pretend I'm tryna get me some cuddy And I ain’t really tryna be friends I'd rather get to the money (Ayy, ayy) You don't love me, don't tell me you love me (Ayy) 'Cause I can go fuck on your friend I can hook up with your buddy (Ayy) I ain't got time to pretend I'm tryna get me some cuddy (Ayy) And I ain’t really tryna be friends I'd rather get to the money What she do? She tryna freak on the low low She tryna cheat on her boyfriend He keep on blowing her phone up Press the red button, ignore him (Aha) I got the bags of the low in (Ah) I got the bags of the O in (Ah) That's a good number, don't be cheap (Cheap) If you buy more than ten, it's gon' decrease We selling gas like we BP (BP) Watch how you creep when you see me (See) We on the screens of they TV (TV) Bad bitches download my CD (C) Sucks for you, you ain't believe me You took the boy for a joke I held it down, I had hope I was down, I was broke They wanted my heart and my soul I stay on my grind and I grow Got this K and this nine, I'ma blow I ain't wastin' no time on a ho, so bitch You don't love me, don't tell me you love me 'Cause I can go fuck on your friend I can hook up with your buddy I ain't got time to pretend I'm tryna get me some cuddy And I ain’t really tryna be friends I'd rather get to the money (Ayy, ayy) You don't love me, don't tell me you love me (Ah) 'Cause I can go fuck on your friend (Ayy) I can hook up with your buddy (Ah) I ain't got time to pretend (Tend) I'm tryna get me some cuddy (Ayy) And I ain’t really tryna be friends (Friends) I'd rather get to the money (Bitch)Embed

63 ContributorsRed Light Green Light Lyrics Baby, probably in a fast car (Zoom) Ridin' with the cap off, pull off with a bad broad (Bad broad, ooh, ooh) Think a nigga got here cappin' I am not these rappers, you gon' have to cap ya ass off And back on that big homie, park it (Big) Hop out that bitch, whip that shit on 'em, okay (d.a. got that dope) Pull my dick out, sit me down and she sit on it Give them niggas a green light, they gon' get on 'em (Huh) Red light, green light (Boom, boom) I'm fuckin' a bitch in my G-Nikes (Let's go) I hop out with that stick with that beam, like My partner want see somethin' killed, that's what he like (Someone die) So the first nigga tried, gon' tell G, "Hi" I been 'bout that motherfuckin' sack since a knee-high (Since a knee) Since a nappy-haired, black-assed, lil' peon (Let's go) I have emotion, I'm primetime like Deion (Have emotion) How she throw it, I smash from the behind (Huh) Hol' up, look at the fit on me (Look at the fit) Go get the tissue, there's shit on me (Shit) Lie for me, die for me, kill for me (Shit) Dick and the balls, know she lick on me (Okay) I told her, "Bae, show me you love me" (Okay, show me, bae) "Let 'em know out in public" (Let 'em know) "Uh-huh, let 'em know why we fuckin'" They try me and go down, and know why I'm comin' (Doot, doot, doot) Yuh, rich ass stepper (Bitch, the biggest) White seats, bitch, that's leather (White seats) I wanna fuck her and her friend All her birds are the same feather, they flock together (Let's go) I'm dangerous, they probably tell you (What they say?) "Don't play with him," they 'bout whatever (Don't play) Uh, I get in there, she say I'm precious (Get in there) Anywhere, anytime, bitch, whoever But hold up You might also like Baby, probably in a fast car Ridin' with the cap off, pull off with a bad broad (Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom) Think a nigga got here cappin' I am not these rappers, you gon' have to cap ya ass off And back on that big homie, park it (Park it) Hop out that bitch, whip that shit on 'em Pull my dick out, sit me down and she sit on it (Okay) Give them niggas a green light, they gon' get on 'em Red light, green light (Let's go) Nigga touch one of yours, he gon' see right (He gon' see) I'ma spend every dollar 'til he die I make him slide, 365, he don't think right (Doot, doot, doot, doot) That's eleven months straight, niggas sleep tight I tried to be patient with niggas, that ain't right (Nigga try) Give them game they couldn't take, niggas ain't in (Uh, uh) Rate me, one out of ten, they gon' say ten (Say ten) Who that bad bitch on camera? Let bae in (Okay) Who that is back to back, ho, that's Baby Can't do no shows, he fills stadiums (Yeah) I like my Lamborghinis 'cause they drive fast (Okay) But the Maybach, that's probably my favorite whip I'm in the backseat with my feet up, reclinin' (Back, back) Get my dick rolled like a Mercedes Benz And I pop big shits, so I don't trip when they talk (Big) When you dish shit out, you gotta take it in (Okay, okay) I be like, hold up Baby, probably in a fast car Ridin' with the cap off, pull off with a bad broad (Okay, let's go) Think a nigga got here cappin' I am not these rappers, you gon' have to cap ya ass off And back on that big homie, park it (Big) Hop out that bitch, whip that shit on 'em (Let's go) Pull my dick out, sit me down and she sit on it (Okay) Give them niggas a green light, they gon' get on 'em (Brrr) Red light, green light Bitch, okay Uh Oh-oh-oh-oh-okay Back on that big homie, park it Hop out that whip with that shit on 'em Give them niggas a green light, they gon' get on 'em (Brrr) Pull my dick out, sit me down and she sit on it (Okay) Red light, green light

25 ContributorsREALLY Lyrics SethInTheKitchen Let's go They wanna know if he can rap, I tell 'em, "Really" Tell my bitches, "Call me Meek" 'cause I done finally got a milli' (Let's go) You know how bitches like to act when they get pretty Like to turn a nigga down, that's how I act when I get jiggy Fuck around and tell her, "No," I wanna fuck the bitch that's with ya (Huh?) We out of Backwoods, shit, fuck it, get a Swisher Smoke a blunt, don't do no other drugs, turn up, go get some liquor And I know I look good, so take your picture, nigga Ayy, bae, I know that I look good, you ain't gotta cap It ain't my birthday, but I wish a nigga would, I ain't gotta rap Blow out a candle on her booty, that's that cake, she make it clap She make it shake, we at the shack, she tryna break a nigga's back Yeah, I skipped class, when I was a jit with no hall pass (Dropped) And I'll drop dick, I pick it up, then I haul ass She say she wanna fuck, she don't wanna take a picture (Okay) Her pussy NyQuil, I go to sleep every time I hit her Don't know the password, so that ain't me if they respond on my Twitter I got that hot shit, these niggas gotta go rewind it to hear it They know I pop shit, I'll pop a nigga right now, they know I'm with it And I only fuck with bitches if they're pretty You might also like They wanna know if he can rap, I tell 'em, "Really" Tell my bitches, "Call me Meek" 'cause I done finally got a milli' (Let's go) You know how bitches like to act when they get pretty Like to turn a nigga down, that's how I act when I get jiggy Fuck around and tell her, "No," I wanna fuck the bitch that's with ya (Huh?) We out of Backwoods, shit, fuck it, get a Swisher Smoke a blunt, don't do no other drugs, turn up, go get some liquor And I know I look good, so take your picture It's 4X, nigga They wanna know if he can spit for real (Uh) He think I'm cappin', he think I can't get him killed for real (Okay) Ayy, try your luck, I'll drop some chip and get you zipped for real (Ayy, get him outta here) A couple racks ain't shit, bitch, I signed for a couple mil' (On gang) Oh, really? I send shit up like I popped a wheelie Got rich like Roddy, I stood on that block like Meek Milly (Rich) Red rag, blue faces, you know my pockets Crippin' I pop tags and drop bags, you play they poppa, nigga (Ayy, bitch) All my neighbors white folks, they be thinkin' I'm a dealer It's 4X, I kill the beat 'cause I signed to a killer And I know she want me 'cause I'm a young rich nigga And I can't beef with you if you can't show me six figures, on gang They wanna know if he can rap, I tell 'em, "Really" Tell my bitches, "Call me Meek" 'cause I done finally got a milli' (Let's go) You know how bitches like to act when they get pretty Like to turn a nigga down, that's how I act when I get jiggy Fuck around and tell her, "No," I wanna fuck the bitch that's with ya (Huh?) We out of Backwoods, shit, fuck it, get a Swisher Smoke a blunt, don't do no other drugs, turn up, go get some liquor And I know I look good, so take your picture, nigga

33 ContributorsPEEP HOLE Lyrics (Cook that shit up, Quay) Go'n light that up, man Every time I turn around, I had a play outside the door Call 'fore you knock, nigga, call before you knock, the fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? The neighbors think I'm sellin' dope Go Baby, he don't wanna be a player no more I was lookin' out the peephole with it Every time I turned around, I had a play outside the door Now a nigga goin' beast mode with it I got fifteen beds, we ain't layin' on the floor (Fifteen, fifteen beds) I done hit a lotta freak hoes Nigga, guess safe, safe for you to say that I'm a ho I'm out the game, I'm not a player anymore I got money to bail out Won't pull over, they know we gon' bail out Drop the window, turn right, throw the scale out Fuck you mean we don't ride with no scale now? We sell them bitches whole (We sell them bitches whole) I had 'em knockin' at my door, I used to have 'em for the low My neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Neighbors think I'm sellin' dope) I had the AC on, every winter, young nigga had the burner in his coat I hit a nigga with the fan I hop out, Glock out, I was takin' pictures with the fans I can show you how to ride without a tool All them times I hit the middleman All them times I took a nigga off Nigga wanna be a boss But ain't have what it took to be the boss She didn't know what it took to be my bitch I ain't know what it took until I lost (Huh) You might also like Baby, he don't wanna be a player no more I was lookin' out the peephole with it Every time I turned around, I had a play outside the door Now a nigga goin' beast mode with it I got fifteen beds, we ain't layin' on the floor (Fifteen, fifteen beds) I done hit a lotta freak hoes Nigga, guess safe, safe for you to say that I'm a ho I'm out the game, I'm not a player anymore I always be a pimp, I'm not a player, I get it I'm wipin' all those bitches off my radar, no kizzy Kirk, I'm always on the charts like I'm Drizzy Dirk, fadeaway, I get you shot like Nowitzki Can't wait to do the show when I'm in Dallas We be eatin' healthy on the low, she made a salad I been gettin' money on the low, it’s hard to hide it My baby like to fuck me on the floor, I let her ride it It's off the top, I ever make a song, I never write it I'm a GRAMMY-nominated hitmaker Lame-nigga-bitch taker, fuck the police You yellin' with a gun, now how the fuck we gon' think? You take my daughter daddy, how the fuck she gon' eat? I kill me a cop, what the fuck they gon' think? Probably hang on the tree I'm dangerous, I keep a banger on me Gotta drop down and pray 'fore I sleep (Lord) Baby, he don't wanna be a player no more I was lookin' out the peephole with it Every time I turned around, I had a play outside the door Now a nigga goin' beast mode with it I got fifteen beds, we ain't layin' on the floor (Fifteen, fifteen beds) I done hit a lotta freak hoes Nigga, guess safe, safe for you to say that I'm a ho I'm out the game, I'm not a player anymore Baby, he don't wanna be a player no more (Yeah) I was lookin' out the peephole with it Every time I turned around, I had a play outside the door Now a nigga goin' beast mode with it I got fifteen beds, we ain't layin' on the floor (Fifteen, fifteen beds) I done hit a lotta freak hoes Nigga, guess safe, safe for you to say that I'm a ho I'm out the game, I'm not a player anymore

41 ContributorsNO DRIBBLE Lyrics I'ma shoot at a nigga, no dribble (Go) I pull up with two hundred 'bows in my rental (Go, go, go) They was already sold when I sent 'em (Gone) Take a Backwood, I put strong in the middle (Let's go) On these lil' niggas' ass and they feel it I hit a lil' bit of gas and I peel it (Zoom) She like to talk when she fuck, she a freak She got a lil' bit of ass and it jiggle (Go) I'ma shoot at a nigga, no dribble (Go) I pull up with two hundred 'bows in my rental (Go, go, go) They was already sold when I sent 'em (Gone) Take a Backwood, I put strong in the middle (Let's go) On these lil' niggas' ass and they feel it I hit a lil' bit of gas and I peel it (Zoom) She like to talk when she fuck, she a freak She got a lil' bit of ass and it jiggle (Go) Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle (Ah) I give her dick, she walk out like it's Thriller (Yeah) She do a dance on a the dick, make a Triller (Dance) Make a TikTok on the dick, she official (Go) Check my wristwatch, that's a motherfuckin' blizzard (Bling) Icy, icy, icy, icy She thinkin' 'bout sexin' a nigga, she like me I'm having checks on me, nigga, I'm Nike Do it, do it, do it, do it These go for thirty-three, these bitches Ewings (Ews) They put the box in the air and they flew it (Vroom) Soon as they drop over there, they run through it Run it, run it, run it, run it (Go, go) Broke nigga unemployed, the nigga Tommy He want a job, I paid him for the body Pulled up beside 'em lookin' like my mommy You might also like I'ma shoot at a nigga, no dribble (Go) I pull up with two hundred 'bows in my rental (Go, go, go) They was already sold when I sent 'em (Gone) Take a Backwood, I put strong in the middle (Let's go) On these lil' niggas' ass and they feel it I hit a lil' bit of gas and I peel it (Zoom) She like to talk when she fuck, she a freak She got a lil' bit of ass and it jiggle (Go) I'ma shoot at a nigga, no dribble (Go) I pull up with two hundred 'bows in my rental (Go, go, go) They was already sold when I sent 'em (Gone) Take a Backwood, I put strong in the middle (Let's go) On these lil' niggas' ass and they feel it I hit a lil' bit of gas and I peel it (Zoom) She like to talk when she fuck, she a freak She got a lil' bit of ass and it jiggle (Go) I'ma shoot a nigga off the dribble (Bah) I don't wanna argue, I'm poppin' his pimple (Poppin' his pimple) She a freak, give me top through the zipper (Thot) She dance on the D, I ain't finna tip her (Uh-uh) I make her blush, I spent a bunch on my dutch (I make her blush) I get him flushed, they let off a flood in his rental (Boom, boom) I want him touched, then I put a ton on his mental (I want him touched) We fill him with lead, he a pencil (Fill him up) Fold that fuck nigga up like a pretzel, uh I swing that stick like Wayne Gretzky (Baow) Still in the field like a taxi (Uh) I put dick on her, then hit her bestie (Uh-huh) She give me face time, no textin' (Face time, no textin') I'm havin' cake like a wedding (Cake) Nigga play with this shit, it get deadly Ayy, bitch-ass nigga, cuh I'ma shoot at a nigga, no dribble (Do it) I pull up with two hundred 'bows in my rental (Do it, do it, go) They was already sold when I sent 'em (Gone) Take a Backwood, I put strong in the middle (Let's go) On these lil' niggas' ass and they feel it I hit a lil' bit of gas and I peel it (Zoom) She like to talk when she fuck, she a freak She got a lil' bit of ass and it jiggle (Go) I'ma shoot at a nigga, no dribble (Do it) I pull up with two hundred 'bows in my rental (Do it, do it, go) They was already sold when I sent 'em (Gone) Take a Backwood, I put strong in the middle (Let's go) On these lil' niggas' ass and they feel it I hit a lil' bit of gas and I peel it (Zoom) She like to talk when she fuck, she a freak She got a lil' bit of ass and it jiggle (Go)

49 ContributorsTHERE HE GO Lyrics Huh? (We got London on da Track) Okay Look (I'm in London got my beat from London) You know I ain't never had shit (Okay) Now I'm somewhere in a meeting getting my ass kissed (No Homo) By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (Uh-oh) I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My bad, sis" (My bad) That nigga act like he too good, even for a bad bitch (Uh-huh) I'm a buy a Lambo 'fore this album hit the fans, bitch Tell the valet park my shit at the front, I'ma hit the gas bitch (Let's go) I just did five shows, three days, came out with the bag, bitch (Bag) Pockets swole, 45K and a four-five, so I sag, bitch If a fat bitch know how to get some money, I'll fuck a fat bitch (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Gotta show coming up in London and got London on da Track, bitch (Yuh) I give a fan a high five in the airport, she did a backflip (Oh my God, ahh) I just went Platinum and I'm coming back like Huh? Okay Looking for me? Huh? Okay Looking for me? Here I go You might also like Man, fuck Baby That little nigga in there (Salt) She really selling pussy, she act like she selling swimwear (Okay) A couple thousand to your name, act like a millionaire But I don't knock your hustle, get it out the mud, I been there (Uh-huh) Man, I'm so tired of a nigga talking 'bout who broke like we ain't all came up from the bottom (Okay) We came up, I give 'em hope And way before a nigga signed, I made a rhyme, I was providing for my side (Uh-huh) No, I had them low, and they had them high You shop with me, you ain't gotta lie (Yeah) Now a nigga legit, huh Fifty thousand just to walk through and do my one-two on yo bitch, huh And bougie hoes, they wanna fuck with me, now I got 'em all on my dick now Like Lil Baby, four pockets all full of money, can't fit now Man, I pull up, niggas howlin' Huh? Okay Looking for me? Huh? Okay Looking for me? Here I go You know I ain't never had shit, okay Now I'm somewhere in a meeting getting my ass kissed (No Homo) By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (Uh-oh) I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My bad, sis" (My bad) That nigga act like he too good, even for a bad bitch

28 ContributorsSHUT UP Lyrics Keep it poppin' Yeah, bitch (We poppin') Let me pop 'em Uh-huh, hold on (Mhm), let me, let me pop 'em Let me pop it Let me pop it, nah, what you say? What you say? What you say? Look Lil' nigga, shut up (Shut up, bitch) I got a problem, bitches keep callin' (Brrt) I need a new number (Shut up, bitch) They know I'm the shit (Prrt, ew) I need a plunger (Mhm, yeah) Look at my bitch (Goddamn) I think I love her (Okay, let's go, yeah, let me go) How they let Baby get rich? (Let's go) He be broad day with them sticks (Let's go) I do not play with no bitch (Don't play) And I been that way since like six (Yeah) And I was smokin' weed at age five (Five) My cousin doin' life, he crip (He crip) I be jumpin' off the stage at my shows Kevin Gates hoes grabbin' on my dick (Yeah, yeah) You lookin' for a lawsuit, pullin' out your camera Didn't think I saw you (Yeah, bitch) Had to stop takin' pictures 'cause y'all be in your feelings and I don't like to argue (Yeah, bitch) Wanna see me on The Shade Room lookin' for a come up, wanna see me pay you, huh? (Bitch) And I'm the neighborhood hero but I don't got my cape on 'cause I'm not trying to save you, no (Bitch) I be like You might also like Lil' nigga, shut up (Shut up, bitch) I got a problem, bitches keep callin' (Brrt) I need a new number (Shut up, bitch) They know I'm the shit (Prrt, ew) I need a plunger (Mhm, yeah) Look at my bitch (Goddamn) I think I love her (Let's go, let me go, yeah, yeah) Lil' nigga, shut up (Shut up, bitch) I got a problem, bitches keep callin' (Brrt) I need a new number (Shut up, bitch) They know I'm the shit (Prrt, ew) I need a plunger (Mhm, yeah) Look at my bitch (Goddamn) I think I love her (Okay, let's go, yeah, let me go) Number one album first week (First week) Boujee on a bitch, I 'on't speak (Yeah) How the fuck his songs sound the same? (How?) But he laughing to the bank every week? (Ha) Look at Baby shootin' past niggas (Shoot) Turn up on a stupid-ass nigga (Fool) She was real skinny when I met her (What you do?) Fucked her 'til her booty got bigger (Mhm, oh) I'ma let you niggas stay lost, let you listen to the blogs, let you think I ain't the goat (Huh? Uh) Walk in with a big .45 and it's already cocked when I pull it out, don't run (Boom, boom, boom) Your nigga know I'm still 'bout whatever (Aha) Took his bitch and my bitch out together Hold on, hold on man, stop that motherfuckin' music Man, I'm the best muthafuckin' rapper No, you not, all your shit sound the same Lil' nigga, shut up (Shut up, bitch) I got a problem, bitches keep callin' (Brrt) I need a new number (Shut up, bitch) They know I'm the shit (Prrt, ew) I need a plunger (Mhm, yeah) Look at my bitch (Goddamn) I think I love her (Okay, let's go, yeah, let me go) Lil' nigga, shut up (Shut up, bitch) I got a problem, bitches keep callin' (Brrt) I need a new number (Shut up, bitch) They know I'm the shit (Prrt, ew) I need a plunger (Mhm, yeah) Look at my bitch (Goddamn) I think I love her (Okay, let's go, yeah, let me go) I heard he beat his fans I heard he don't like to take pictures I heard he married No, he not I just wanted a picture He beat 'em to a coma I heard he fucked with ol' girl He's Illuminati He moved to Charlotte when he was seven All y'all shut the fuck up, suck my dick, nigga I work too hard to be explaining myself I'm gone Shut the fuck up, nigga, ha

18 ContributorsPROLLY HEARD Lyrics Prolly heard I was broke from a broke nigga (Uh) Prolly heard I'm a ho from a ho I don't know what you know I ain't runnin' from no nigga (Let's go) These bitches be waitin' in line after shows I don't want fuck with her, let my bro hit her (No) I'm the first one to come out of Charlotte (Okay) Niggas know I put on for that four, nigga 'Bout to buy a new Lambo, let's go, nigga (Vroom) Tired of sellin' them zips, get a 'bow, nigga (Huh?) Me and Da used to post at the store (No cap) Gucci Mane in '06, swing my door, nigga (Yeah) I told her I keep hearin' voices (Uh-huh) Why he rich and he keep wearin' Forces? (Yeah) These niggas, they lactose-intolerant (How 'bout you?) Bitch, I'm married to cheese, no divorcin' Bitch, you can't get a ring if you want it I pull up with a bitch that's so thick, think I'm Norbit (Mmm) I'm slammin' the ho like I'm O'Neal (Mmm) She want money for pussy, bitch, no deal (No) You can bet if I fuck, it's a freebie (Free) Bitches pay VIP just to see me (Uh-huh) I'm a shark, he a shrimp, nigga, peewee (Shrimp) Fuck a rapper, I spit on his CD (Pfft) Bitch ass nigga You might also like Prolly heard I was broke from a broke nigga (Uh) Prolly heard I'm a ho from a ho I don't know what you know I ain't runnin' from no nigga (Let's go) These bitches be waitin' in line after shows I don't want fuck with her, let my bro hit her (No) I'm the first one to come out of Charlotte (Okay) Niggas know I put on for that four, nigga (That four) Prolly heard I was broke from a broke nigga (Let's go, ah) Prolly heard I'm a ho from a ho I don't know what you know I ain't runnin' from no nigga (Let's go) These bitches be waitin' in line after shows I don't want fuck with her, let my bro hit her (No, bitch) I'm the first one to come out of Charlotte (Okay, huh?) Niggas know I put on for that four, nigga (Let's go) I'm still in the city, bitch, no doubt (Yeah) Gotta give me six figures to go out (Yes sir) I count up fifty K for a walk-through (Count up) He try me at my show, we gon' show out (Bitch) I just left the club with your ho, fucked her right on the floor (Mmm) Say I fucked up her blowout (My bad) My bad, boo, I thought that was weave Orange juice, the first nigga try me, I squeeze (Let's go) Before I fucked her, fucked a few of her friends Can you tell her stop callin' me, please? (Brr) Bitches know I'm a dog off the leash A big dawg, niggas call me "OG" (OG) Crossed that line with us, he can't come back and say, "Sorry" My city, they call that a plea Let these rap niggas lie like it's sweet I'm from Charlotte, you die when it's beef, nigga Prolly heard I was broke from a broke nigga (Let's go) Prolly heard I'm a ho from a ho I don't know what you know I ain't runnin' from no nigga (Okay) These bitches be waitin' in line after shows (Yeah) I don't want fuck with her, let my bro hit her (Yeah, no, bitch) I'm the first one to come out of Charlotte (Okay) Niggas know I put on for that four, nigga (That four) Prolly heard I was broke from a broke nigga (Let's go, ah) Prolly heard I'm a ho from a ho I don't know what you know I ain't runnin' from no nigga (Let's go) These bitches be waitin' in line after shows I don't want fuck with her, let my bro hit her (No, no, bitch) I'm the first one to come out of Charlotte (Okay, huh?) Niggas know I put on for that four, nigga (Let's go)

36 ContributorsCAN’T STOP Lyrics Everything Foreign, haha Yeah Bitch, it ain't no stoppin' no nigga like me Bitch, it ain't no stoppin' no nigga like me, let's go (New album, nigga, yeah) Baby, on Baby, on Baby (Fuck, fuck, new album) Baby, on Baby, on motherfuckin' Baby (Aw, shit, aw, shit) Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? Bitch, it ain't no stopping no nigga like me This the intro, watch me get into it (Let's go) Bitches call me a cutie, I'm groovy My daughter took care of forever off music (Muah) Screaming, "Fly high," to Kobe, Gianna, we ballin' I can't tell you shit about losin' (R.I.P.) Finger fuck allegations, keep hatin' I'm patiently waitin' on niggas to prove it (You bitch) Bitch, you know I turn piss into lemonade Turn shit into sugar, that's chocolate pudding Let you know I don't fuck with you anyway (Hmmgh) Know I keep getting better, you thought that I wouldn't I'ma keep lettin' off, I'm a renegade The media blitzed and I took off and shook 'em Came out like a boss and they feel a way (Ha) Gon' end up gettin' fucked, you keep thinkin' I'm pussy Bitch, I'm 'bout my business, it's all about timin' When I put this shit on, I don't cop from no stylist I'm all on the TV and net, I'm too viral I pull up with a vibe, when we hop out, we vibin' I like movin' in silence, don't bother nobody He come bother me, I'ma catch me a body I don't get into politics, I just be poppin' shit Obviously hot as a motherfuckin' fire (Hot) Let me cool off a minute I got nothin' to hide, I don't run from my problems Just tryna get you out my business (You bitch) Only answer to God, I'm already convicted If I'm havin' you as my witness (Uh-huh) Having hoes at my shows, tryna take off they clothes I don't know what to do with them bitches (Let's go, huh) You know it's Baby, nigga Let's go You might also like Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me, let's go Oh, no, bitch Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me (I just can't motherfuckin' stop, man) Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me (I just can't stop) Let's go, bitch (And they can't motherfuckin' stop me) Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me (I know this shit frustratin', man, like I know) Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me, bitch (I know it's frustratin' for you niggas, dawg) Huh? Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me (I know it's frustratin' for you bitches, dawg) Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me (Ain't no stoppin' no nigga like me) Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me Verse two You do what you want when you poppin' (Let's pop) Guess I do what I want, plus I'm single as fuck See my boo in the cut, I got options (Muah) Know I'm all up her skirt like a stockin' (Mmm) My album make hoes call me Kirk like my mama I see how they peepin' the technique and jockin' All these icy VVS on my neck, let's play hockey (Bling, bling) I'm guessin' that he brought a stick, 'cause I brought a stick (Yeah) And I ain't the type to be payin' for pussy I fuck hoes for free, never bought a bitch Hold me up to the sun, I'm not counterfeit (Yeah, yeah) I just got a new gun from my bottom bitch And I'm ready to slang it, I'm armed and I'm dangerous (Boom, boom, boom) Come fuckin' with me, better find a ditch And throw yourself in it 'cause that's how I'm living When I get in my feelings, I make niggas feel it When I hit yo lil' bitch, I put dick in her kidneys On a date with my new ho, I took her to Wendy's We ain't going in, get that shit from the window Take that ho through the drive-thru Keep playin' me like a ho, we gon' slide through It's cool, I'ma let you act up on the internet Let's see you niggas act tough when I find you Bitch ass nigga and umm... Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me, huh? Nah, bitch (Fuck) Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me Let's go, bitch Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me Oh, no, bitch (I wish the fuck I would let a bitch ass nigga stop this shit) Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me (Or a bitch, can't no bitch or no bitch ass nigga stop this shit, dawg) Bitch, you know ain't no stopping no nigga like me Baby, on Baby, on motherfuckin' Baby, nigga Let's get it

36 ContributorsGucci Peacoat Lyrics Lately, I been in my feelings like a ho I ain't been really havin' hope 'cause I been missin' my bro I was at the polls in a Gucci Peacoat Tryna tell all y'all bitch-ass niggas, "Come vote" Damn, bruh, you aren't the only one who felt alone I been feelin' lonely too, I probably say it every song Lookin' at my nieces, broke me down to pieces Cryin' at the hospital, askin' "Why you leave us?" Lookin' at my nephew and he think his daddy breathin' But his daddy took his life and we can't get it back, damn, nigga Before I let you do that, would've killed a hundred niggas Where thе fuck them hundred niggas at? And you the rеason that your baby brother cutthroat You the reason baby brother love gun smoke I was playin' with your guns in the closet Would've had a bullet and I probably would've popped it We grew up 'round drugs, sex, poverty and violence Wasn't hard to tell in high school you caught a body 'Cause when you walked in, I saw the way you looked at mommy I saw everything, nigga, I'm your baby brother, nigga And when you walked in, seen that look in your eyes You told me that you got some demons Told me back then that you weren't scared to die You told me you already seen it I was ten years old, nigga (2001, when I was ten) You and Ri' was tryna make me be a good boy I was tryna be my big bro, nigga (I was tryna be my big bro) I was born in this shit, they had the hood so Ain't nobody touch me 'cause they know, nigga (Know) Could've talked you out that stupid ass shit, but I was busy talkin' niggas into votin', nigga Man, fuck the President, long live G, nigga You might also like Lately, I been in my feelings like a ho I ain't been really havin' hope 'cause I been missin' my bro I was at the polls in a Gucci Peacoat Tryna tell all y'all bitch-ass niggas, "Come vote" Damn, bruh, you aren't the only one who felt alone I been feelin' lonely too, I probably say it every song Lookin' at my nieces, broke me down to pieces Cryin' at the hospital, askin' "Why you leave us?" Man, bro, I was just callin', man, just to say thank you, man You know, uh, I ain't never seen you in the position that you in today As a grown-ass man, as an individual As you just bein' who you are I ain't no better than you But what you've given me the opportunity just to be able to live Enjoy life, be happy, do what I'm passionate about Although I know it really derived from God, you know what I'm sayin' like? Bruh, thank you very fuckin' much, I love you, my nigga, I swear to God Love you too, bruh I don't, I don't know how much I can convey that, I don't know how much more I can say that Love you too You know, I made my mistakes, but for the opportunity I have right in front of me right now Bruh, I thank you man, like for real, for real, I thank you, Jon, thank you You welcome, bro Mama, don't cry, your firstborn is at peace Ain't no more shakin' all night in his sleep, he free I love you, nigga, we miss you, nigga Mama, don't cry, your firstborn is at peace Ain't no more shakin' all night in the sleep, he free Lately, I been in my feelings like a ho I ain't been really havin' hope 'cause I been missin' my bro I was at the polls in a Gucci Peacoat Tryna tell all y'all bitch-ass niggas, "Come vote" Damn, bruh, you aren't the only one who felt alone I been feelin' lonely too, I probably say it every song Lookin' at my nieces, broke me down to pieces Cryin' at the hospital, askin' "Why you leave us?"

28 ContributorsCarpet Burn Lyrics I'm the type to take your ho in real life I fucked her good all on the floor like, "What it feel like?" (Oh lord, Jetson made another one) Got up with carpet burns (Yeah), I just can't help it Pussy good, it had me stalkin' her (Woo) Lock me up, officer (I) Can't get her off me, it's hard for me to get off of her (Uh huh) Got me thinkin' 'bout cuffin' her (What else?) Fallin' in love with her (Ha) Joke's on you, bitch (Yeah) 'Cause I tell a ho what she wanna hear and pull up with a new bitch (Uh huh) You already know if I walk out the door I ain't leavin' with you, bitch (No) My bitch got red hair like Lil Boat, that's my lil' cute bitch (Ah) Her pussy wet, her mouth and neck just like a cruise ship (Ayy) You probably still fuckin' them hoes I went to school with (Ha) You probably askin' around about me on some nut shit (What up?) I be done shot in broad daylight, I'm on that fuck shit (Bop) "Why we can't fuck, you just want head?" 'Cause you a duck, bitch (Yes) I send a ho to get some cheesecake on some Puff shit (Ha) I'll be done fucked in front your kid, I'm on some sick shit (He sick) I'm closin' million-dollar deals gettin' my dick licked (Yes) I got 'em shitfaced (Ha), all of 'em bitch made (Yeah) I'm all in her crib in nothin' but draws bumpin' my mixtape (Ha) She sick of you, your bitch want me 'cause all my shit straight She gave me head and I played dead, we did the six-eight (I) You might also like Got up with carpet burns (Yeah), I just can't help it Pussy good, it had me stalkin' her (Woo) Lock me up, officer (I) Can't get her off me, it's hard for me to get off of her (Uh huh) Got me thinkin' 'bout cuffin' her (What else?) Fallin' in love with her (Ha) Got up with carpet burns (Yeah), I just can't help it Pussy good, it had me stalkin' her (Woo) Lock me up, officer (I) Can't get her off me, it's hard for me to get off of her (Uh huh) Got me thinkin' 'bout cuffin' her (What else?) Fallin' in love with her (Ha)

28 ContributorsDROP Lyrics We got London on da Track My voice kinda fucked up for this one (Uh, uh) Yeah They thought it was over 'til I pulled up in the drop I ran the light and hit the gas (Yeah, yeah) She like it when I hit her with my chain on and my watch (Yes, sir) She say, "Record," I use the flash with it (Yeah) She always been a good girl, but she fuck me like a thot (Okay) I take my time, I have her blastin' (Yeah) She know that nigga think he fuckin' with me, but he not She say I'm nothin' like her last nigga Thought that it was over, but I'm back now I run up them racks and now them hoes know how to act now Looking for the truth? You found a nigga Thought I was a one hit wonder 'til I dropped the album, didn't it? Thought I was just like you 'til I bought a new car Pull up in that bitch, like vroom And I dropped your boo off You'll probably pick her up later I probably pick up a quarter million and shit on a hater And it ain't a nigga gave me shit, but I did plenty of favors I'm talking favors Favors you ain't deserve and you ain't want that (Yeah, yeah) Passin' out these loans that I don't want back (Yeah, yeah) By the time you cross the line, I let you go back (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And now I pull up, drop the window, yell out You might also like They thought it was over 'til I pulled up in the drop (Let's go) I ran the light and hit the gas (Yeah, yeah) She like it when I hit her with my chain on and my watch (Yes, sir) She say, "Record," I use the flash with it (Yeah) She always been a good girl, but she fuck me like a thot (Okay) I take my time, I have her blastin' (Yeah) She know that nigga think he fuckin' with me, but he not She say I'm nothin' like her last nigga (Yeah) Look, I ain't trippin', I already got more money than my opps I'm just trying to get more money than last year Don't argue with 'em, we take care of any problem that we got I just hope when it's over, you got my back, uh-huh And I ain't nothin' like your last Look, I ain't nothing like your last nigga, you buggin', I run it up Had to stack my bread up, I was sick of feelin' regular Niggas out here drillin' her and you worried about impressin' her (Yeah) I swear he's not me If he ain't with the shits, then he not with me (Yeah) I'm icy as a motherfucker, golly Why the fuck wouldn't they wanna rob me? They thought it was over 'til I pulled up in the drop I ran the light and hit the gas (Yeah, yeah) She like it when I hit her with my chain on and my watch (Yes, sir) She say, "Record," I use the flash with it (Yeah) She always been a good girl, but she fuck me like a thot (Okay) I take my time, I have her blastin' (Yeah) She know that nigga think he fuckin' with me, but he not She say I'm nothin' like her last nigga (Yeah)

30 ContributorsGiving What It’s Supposed To Give Lyrics All the niggas who played with me who dead, them niggas ain't want to live (Uzoma, come here, no) She gave me head and that head was givin' what it's supposed to give I came out here and got on, 'cause I was doin' what I was supposed to did The way she ate me up and ate them kids, I don't think she want no kids (Let's go) These niggas beefin' for IG, but bitch, I want to kill Kept gettin' blessed, 'cause bitch, I hustled, I ain't wanna steal I'll whip this bitch out now in front of all these cameras, niggas know what it is My hitta out here slidin' with a warrant, I think he want it still Them pussies pulled me over on the lil' four-way (Four-way) The DA asked me for a picture, I wore Dior to my last court date Nigga ask if I got a pass, I tell 'em, "No way" (No way) Bitch, we like AIDS, I'm on your ass, we on your ass, bitch, we won't go 'way (Go 'way) I think I need to change the scenery, a new main (Somethin' new) A fine ho (Yes sir), boo thang Thinkin' about checkin' me about a ho, gon' see a blue flame Off the front of the Glick when I start hittin', so tie your shoestring (Nyoom) He's a runner, he's a track star These tough ass niggas that rap ain't really that, these niggas just act hard I came in this bitch too real, I had to chill, almost got blackballed Just talked to my CPA, said I'm approved for my new Black Card All the niggas who played with me who dead, them niggas ain't want to live (Bitch ass nigga) She gave me head and that head was givin' what it's supposed to give I came out here and got on, 'cause I was doin' what I was supposed to did The way she ate me up and ate them kids, I don't think she want no kids (Go, go) You might also like The way he got that look up in his eyes, then he must wanna die (Huh) Nigga, I'm gon' make your mama cry 'fore you make my mama cry I stay up out the way and mind my business 'cause I'm certified (Certified) Uh-oh, that nigga done made me mad, okay, it's murder night Half a million worth of chains, it probably hurt your eye (Bling) I set my time and won the race, they givin' first place to the turtle now Brought 'em back, I need endorsements on the turtleneck Just taught the freak how to talk back, she done turned herself to a Squirtle now (Squirtle) No disrespect, but girl, that pussy wet So you gon' have to get up and get the fuck up out my bed Come showin' off for them hoes and we gon' paint the city red The last nigga that played with me, that nigga dead (Than a motherfucker) All the niggas who played with me who dead, them niggas ain't want to live (I'm talkin' dead as hell) She gave me head and that head was givin' what it's supposed to give I came out here and got on, 'cause I was doin' what I was supposed to did (Oh, oh) The way she ate me up and ate them kids, I don't think she want no kids Nigga, bitch Who's gon' trip on me 'bout that ho? I'm the one gettin', goddamn, my soul snatched You the one gettin' the kisses Shit, you winnin' Lame-ass nigga

69 ContributorsTranslationsРусский1Night Lyrics I know you want this for life Taking pictures with all my ice But I can't have no wife I just want you for the night I know you want this for life Taking pictures with all my ice But I can't have no wife I just want you for the night (just for the night) I know you want this for life Fuck you so good you be calling out the Christ (oh my God) Bottles of the Tech got it laid on ice We spent four seasons at the Four Seasons twice You be calling all your homegirls like "I'm his wife" Hell nah, you trippin', reevaluate your life I can't love no bitch, every single hoe is trife I sip dirty Sprite just to get me through the night But I need you there (I need you there) Promise that I need you there Ain't no other bitch gon' fuck me like you do, I swear Put that on my gang I swear I just can't put you on front street like you want I know But baby you is not no hoe And I put it on my gang I'm not no average joe (average joe) It's Yachty from the block you know See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like I know you want this for life Taking pictures with all my ice But I can't have no wife I just want you for the night I know you want this for life Taking pictures with all my ice But I can't have no wife I just want you for the night

Ricky Racks Peek-a-boo, woo! Peek-a-boo Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh Broke ass bitch ass nigga I'm not finna play with you, that's what these rappers do Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo, bitch Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, nigga Lil Boat I'm not finna play with you, that's what these rappers do Red dot, red dot, red dot, red dot, red dot On his nose like Rudolph Pull up to the scene, all white with the roof off Take that lil' bitch to the Ruth's Chris Fuck her, then fuck on her sister, I'm ruthless Chill on the 6 when I'm fuckin' on pucchi That bitch was ugly, but pussy on smoothie (wet) Play with that kitty like hello Take a step back then I bust it, I bust it, I bust it like Melo Aimin' at you and your fellows My new bitch yellow She blow that dick like a cello Fuck her then send that bitch home on the metro Ooh, young nigga fly like a pigeon Vercetti frames, they be hidin' my vision Make sure all my niggas eat, that's the mission No more wishin', I'ma go get it, go get it, I got it See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh Broke ass bitch ass nigga I'm not finna play with you, that's what these rappers do Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo, bitch Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, nigga I'm not finna play with you, that's what these rappers do Open your eyes, bitch you see all this money Made that lil' bitch tape a brick to her stomach You not the gang, we don't kick it or punt it Just bought the Wraith and I wrapped it, titanic Look at the numbers, mechanics ain't frontin' I came from the lick, went to jail, I got punished, ooh Pullin' up foreign, Freddy Kreuger, wow My niggas turn barracuda You cappin', I came from trappin' I used to have the dope stashed in the cabinet (dope!) Mama couldn't tell me shit, where was my daddy? (Mom) Look at my Patek, I'm flexin', I'm petty (I'm petty) I fucked the pussy the first time I met it Won't give you no credit, you Eddie spaghetti I cook the brick, cut the brick with machetes Married the money, the bitch wasn't ready, uh, uh Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh Broke ass bitch ass nigga I'm not finna play with you, that's what these rappers do Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo, bitch Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, nigga I'm not finna play with you, that's what these rappers do New grey drop top Audi, 2013, yeah White coco, butterfly wings, 2k17 Ice (ice), came out the machine (ice) Came out the machine (ice baby) Draco, Uzi, Tommy gun, SK (Tommy gun), all machines, brrrt Yeah, hey, pull up on the side of 'em, skrrt Let the clip ride on 'em Ayy, fuck 12, open fire on 'em (fuck 12) Open up fire on 'em (fuck 12) Yeah, don't tuck in my chain (nah) I'm with the gang (gang,) hit you with range Scattering showers, here come the rain Icy Hot sleeve, these niggas in pain, hey Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh Broke ass bitch ass nigga I'm not finna play with you, that's what these rappers do Left wrist white, it's the Patek (Philippe) Bad white bitch with a fatty (unique) Smokin' on cookies from granny (trees) Pocket rocket, go go gadget (go go) I make a play, Madden (John) I know it was some speculation 'bout who the one But we invented the dabbin' (dab) Fuck it, we just let 'em have it (have it) Draco for niggas with static (brrt, static) I can do magic and make me a rabbit With usin' my karats (ice, woah) Gelato package, I'm drinkin' on Actavis, expensive habits (Actavis, mud) Yellow bitch, Pikachu (bitch) Cameltoe peekin' at you (look at you) Peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo

I know you want this for life Taking pictures with all my ice But I can't have no wife I just want you for the night I know you want this for life Taking pictures with all my ice (All my ice) But I can't have no wife I just want you for the night (Just for the night) I know you want this for life (No, you don't) Fuck you so good you be calling out the Christ (Oh, my God) Bottles of the Tech, got it laid on ice We spent four seasons at the Four Seasons twice (Make it my home) You be calling all your homegirls like, "I'm his wife" Hell nah, you trippin', reevaluate your life I can't love no bitch, every single ho is trife (Hell no) I sip dirty Sprite just to get me through the night But I need you there (Need you there) Promise that I need you there Ain't no other bitch gon' fuck me like you do, I swear Put that on my gang, I swear I just can't put you on front street like you want, I know But baby, you is not no ho And I put it on my gang, I'm not no average Joe (No average Joe) It's Yachty from the block, you know (Yeah) See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like I know you want this for life Taking pictures with all my ice But I can't have no wife I just want you for the night I know you want this for life Taking pictures with all my ice But I can't have no wife I just want you for the night Don't you tell no one No, no, no, baby, don't you tell no one We gon' keep this just between us, we gon' have some fun (Gon' have some fun) Fuck until the morning come When the morning come, I'll make you cum But then then I gotta run 'Cause, baby, I got shit to do Stack my bread up, fuck your head up That's just what I'll do (That's what I'll do) Chillin' on my avenue If you ain't remember, I remember, girl That's where I first met you You had you a drink or two (You had a drink or two) You came over half unsober callin' me your boo (Oh, no, no, no) Then you turned around and fucked the crew (No, no, no, no, no) I got no love for you I can't have no wife, one night You want this for life But I can't, I can't have no wife No wife, no, no wife (No wife) Just one night, one night I can't, can't have no wife (I can't, can't have no wife) I know you want this for life But I can't have no wife (No, no, no, no, no wife, no) I just want you for one night I just want you for one night I know you want this for life, but no No, no, no I can't have no wife

71 ContributorsMinnesota Lyrics Brrt, brrt, bang, bang Ayy You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat 'Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota Cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat 'Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat 'Cause it get cold like Minnesota, ridin' 'round on boulders Money sittin' up, it sits way above your shoulders I was eatin' pork and rinds with a bitch from New York Times I don't eat no pork and rinds but that bitch was mighty fine I got gold all on my necklace, tatted up my arms Now my mama think I'm reckless, got guns under my mattress I was juggin since a youngin', free my older cousin Reesey He from Hamilton not D.C, I rock N.Bs like I'm Gleeshy Flip phone banging off the walls, Gucci on my drawers Why the fuck you in these streets if you're scared of them four walls? I was strokin' on your sister, she was callin' me her mister She suck dick for a picture, it's Lil Yachty nice to meet you I was juggin' off them stacks, countin' up them racks Almost had a lifetime sentence, but I beat it, shout out to Pat! Pat, that's my lawyer, he got me off them chargers 8 stacks for that boy, he took care of the boy See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat 'Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota

You fuckin' with that, F1LTH'? (Wake up, F1LTHY) To Poland I took the Wock' to Poland I took the Wock' to Poland I took the Wock' to Poland Uh (Phew, phew) I been fiendin' like I'm Kenan Ride around with a Kel-Tec (Wock') If you mean it, baby girl, do you mean it? I been leanin', baby girl, I been leanin' (Wock') Phew, phew, phew (Wock') Phone still ringin', battlin' all my demons I been fiendin', baby girl, I been fiendin' (Wock') Hope you love me, baby, I hope you mean it (Wock') I took the Wock' to Poland I took the Wock' to Poland I took the Wock' to PolandSee Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like

Grandfero, nigga Yeah, yeah You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat (Always said, know what I'm saying? Know what I'm saying? Y'all niggas, head ass niggas, you step out the streets, nigga, y'all niggas might get...) (Yeah) You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat 'Cause it get cold like Minnesota (Yeah), cold like Minnesota (Yup!) Cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat (Brrr, brrr) You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah!) 'Cause it get cold like Minnesota (Yeah!), cold like Minnesota (Yeah, yeah!) Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota (Yeah! 'Sota) Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat ('Sota) You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat 'Cause it get cold like Minnesota (Yep), riding 'round on boulders (Skr, skr) Money sitting up, it sit way above your shoulders I was eating pork and rinds with a bitch from New York Times I don't eat no pork and rinds, but that bitch was mighty fine I got gold all on my necklace (Skr, skr), tatted up my arms Now my mama think I'm reckless (What?), got guns under my mattress I was juggin' since a youngin', free my older cousin Reesey He from Hamilton, not D.C, I rock NBs like I'm Gleeshy (Ayy) Flip phone banging off the walls (Rrr), Gucci on my drawers Why the fuck you in these streets if you scared of them four walls? I was stroking on your sister, she was calling me her mister She suck dick for a picture, it's Lil Yachty, nice to meet you (I'm Lil Yachty) I was jugging off them stacks, counting up them racks Almost had a lifetime sentence (Do do do), but I beat it, shout out to Pat Pat, that's my lawyer, he got me off them charges 8 stacks for that boy, he took care of the boy, ayy See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like 'Cause it get cold like Minnesota (Yeah), cold like Minnesota (Ayy) Cold like Minnesota (Yeah), it get cold like Minnesota (Ayy) Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat (Brrr, brrr) You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat 'Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota (C-c-cold) Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota (Uh!) Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat (Migos!) You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat (Uh!) You need to stay up out the streets if you can't take the heat (Uh!) When they said Lil Yachty hot, I'm like, "That's him or me?" (Lil Yachty, huh) Wrist like Minnesota (Minnesota), trapping Coca-Cola (Coca!) Catching plays, Anquan Boldin (Woo!) Jug out the hot box, know that it's stolen (Hot! Ayy) Large (Large) sizes (Ayy!), all type of narcotics Woah, got a bankroll in that big body (Ih!) I love my Motorola (Brrr), I love my Motorola (Brrr) I love my Motorola (Brrr), I love my Motorola (Brrr) Fuck 12, they can't pull me over (12!) Smoking on gas and that odor (Gas!) Cook it up, then flip it over You must've forgot it, we 'bout it like soldiers (Soldiers! Uh!) It's cold, but I got my shirt off (Burr!) Trap niggas can't fall off (Trap) Big sack of molly, golf ball (Molly!) Big sack of molly, golf ball (Fore!) I trap in Minnesota like a viking (Swear) Flood out the Sky-Dweller, it got good lighting (Shine) We made the dab and all of y'all biting (Dab) Two thick white bitches, both of 'em dykes (Swear) I make a 50 before his acre (I make a) I was in the streets but I ain't have no cable (I was in the) Me and Lil Yachty touch down at the safe house (Swear) Skippa Da Flippa, I will bring the rice out (Yeah, yeah!) Cold like Minnesota, racks on fall, I told you ('Sota) I iced out my Rollie, then did the same damn thing for my brodies (Yeah) All a nigga trap spot beating like a pulse I could put the heat inside the kitchen like a baller (Ball) I could fill your bitch head up like a lawyer (Woo!) Ain't know, never 'gon sign posts (Yeah!) Big machine, big machine (Big machine) I'm cooking bean on jelly beans (Woo, woo, woo) No need to smell it, all is clean That money talking, Charlie Sheen (Gang!) I'm riding Ubers with the toolie (Skrr!) I got more diamonds than your jeweler (Swah) I make her come back like I'm Yugi (Yeah!) If you ain't know it, now you knew it, ay I aim at her head like a sniper rifle (Woo!) She can't be my bitch if she dykin', dykin' (Woo!) I bought her a ring but no wifey, wifey (Woo!) She slurp on that dick and I like it, like it (Woo!) No candy, she Mike and Ike it (Candy) No Nike, she know I do it (Do it) I eat that bitch like a hockey pocket (Yeah) No Nike, she know I do it 'Cause it get cold like Minnesota ('Sota), cold like Minnesota (Yeah, ayy) Cold like Minnesota ('Sota), it get cold like Minnesota (Brrr) Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat (Brrr) You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat (Brrr) 'Cause it get cold like Minnesota ('Sota), cold like Minnesota (C-c-cold) Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota (Yeah) Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat (Yeah, yeah) You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat (Oh, yeah)

Earl on the beat Runnin' up bands, got my guap up All the bad hoes wanna top us Too many wild parties on the yacht Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club Ayy, ayy, air it out Pull up at your spot, and I air it out Gang on the gas and it's very loud Stop sayin' my name before you wear it out I been sippin' lean, tryna slow me down I need me a bitch that'll hold me down Gang comin' strong, yeah we rollin' out Throw a party like Rollin' Loud Ayy, don't come unless she stay in focus Soldiers at 10-4, sent your bitch the info Feelin' real blessed with Juice, that's my kinfolk Bless up, she tell me I'm a god, get on her knees for confession Sent a vid to her nigga, had to teach a lesson Me and Boat only want bad hoes in our section Juice, why these pussy ass niggas always pressin'? I don't know, let 'em talk, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson Blessed boys under 21, steady flexin' I'm gettin' too rich, can't do flights with connections .40 on my hip, I won't fight, bitch I'm reckless Codeine what I sip, that shit come in straight from Texas Reach for my chain, you'll get beat just like Nexus Lamborghini dreams, but you still drive a Lexus I'm a young king, I might fuck Alexis Texas But I ain't on no Drake shit, I won't get her pregnant Damn, young Juice WRLD, boy, you reckless And I feel you, until I get her naked When I get up in it, I might have to stay in Well if she goin' like that, let's run a train then Fuck, I think I nutted in her, I might need a playpen And a stroller How I get this deep? We rode her like a Rover No games, but I XBOX control her She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework .40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner If I go broke, I'ma juug off Motorolas But now I'm up in France, Lil Boat, that's my mans We get the green and then we fly around like Peter Pan That's cool, but I just thought 'bout somethin', wait (What?) This baby got your face So fuck that lil' baby, boy's back to the place Back to the trap, back to the gang See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Runnin' up bands, got my guap up (Runnin' the guap up) All the bad hoes wanna top us (They wanna top us) Too many wild parties on the yacht (Ohh-oh) Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club (Out the yacht club) Oh-oh-oh Listen here, be alright Shit hard

98 ContributorsNBAYOUNGBOAT Lyrics Wop, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt) Wop, wop (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt) I don't know what you take me for ho (Lil Boat, wop, wop) I ain't goin' for it (Wop) Young nigga, rich nigga, I'm a bad bitch getter Fuck nigga, ho nigga, I don't fuck with broke niggas Always held my own since I jumped up off the porch, nigga You ain't know, now you know, nigga, Hi-Tech pour a four, nigga Bitch run me my sack before I come in 80,000 dollars plus a jet on a backend 20 twin twins finna get plucked like a chicken Brother locked up, he spent much time in the kitchen We ain't really with none of that pretendin' and shit (—tendin' and shit) I got six Catholic hoes in here sinnin' and shit (Sinnin' and shit) Pour that shit up, bust it down (Woo) Bought a new crib, it got several amenities (Gang) You gon' get shot like the Kennedys (Yeah) Fuckin' with Lil Boat and YB (Doot, pew) Carbine it sound like a dump truck (Trra) Soon as I up, he gon' back up (Boom, boom) She wanna fuck, I'ma smash her (Smash) He want a verse, I'ma tax him (I'ma tax him) Say you want smoke, it ain't 'bout nothing I know that nigga ain't 'bout nothing (He ain't 'bout it) Bring out the boat when the flood coming Strapped with a TEC when you pull up on me See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like I'm with the .38 baby, my neck see more water than the Navy (Gang) I was finna fuck your bitch, my nigga then I got lazy (Ugh) I saw your new watch, that shit cool but my shit crazy Canary yellow diamonds in my mouth like I bit a daisy (Yeah) I'm with Lil Baby yeah, keep a .380, yeah (Pew-pew) I'm with big Slime, yeah you know we goin' brazy, yeah (Slatt) 17 with four babies, yeah Lotta money, know they hate me, yeah One on four, they try to play me, yeah Shoot his ass right up in here (Pew-pew, pew-pew) Diamonds, they shine like a headlight (Shine) I keep that lil' bitch if her head right I'ma lay up and fuck on her every night (Every night) When I'm leavin' I'm headin' straight to the flight (No) Got a tiger but no I'm not Mike Tyson (Mike Tyson) Scuff in the club like Fight Night (Fight Night) I make that lil' ho act right (Act right) I tell that bitch fuck up my sack right (Bitch) Put that lil' bitch on a Spirit flight (Gang) Return her next to me one night (Nyoom) We running and ducking from squad lights (Woo) I got 32 shots in the gun fight These niggas sweet like a honey bun (Sweet) Don't worry 'bout where my money from At the crib, on the couch, we got huntin' guns (Doot) Dissect his hand from his other arm (Doot, doot, doot) Young nigga, rich nigga, I'm a big bag getter (Woo) Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, never met a real nigga (Bitch) Never had six figures, my bitch do tricks nigga I go by Lil Boat and I'm coolin' with some real hittas (Gang) Whip on the wrist, that's a brick on the fist, nigga No light needed for this chain, it's gon' glist nigga (Yeah) VS, one stone, that shit not far from flawless Fuck a pretty bitch, nigga, my money gorgeous, bitch Lil Boat

96 ContributorsTranslationsРусский66 Lyrics DY Krazy Racks up, racks up, pullin' up, Bentley truck Semi, semi, keep it tucked, bad bitch, bubble butt 14, 14, high school, servin' beans Dropped out, now I'm rich, flexin' 'til I'm sixty-six Ayy, ayy Flexin' forty bands from the pop out, ayy Boolin' on the block I got my Glock out, ayy I just pulled up in a Bentley All the hatred go right to your fuckin' kidney Flexin' bands, lil' nigga won't get a penny, yeah I'ma keep on runnin' it up, ayy I'ma keep on runnin' it up, fuckin' it up This choppa bustin' you up, ayy There you go, testin' your luck, dumb as fuck, yeah (Ayy, ooh) Flexin' baby, pull up in a drop top, ayy Diamonds dancin' on me, baby hopscotch Bling blaow, shinin' fresh just like some Pop Rocks, ayy Fireworks, when I pull up to your block, pop Racks up, racks up, pullin' up, Bentley truck Semi, semi, keep it tucked, bad bitch, bubble butt 14, 14, high school, servin' beans Dropped out, now I'm rich, flexin' 'til I'm sixty-six Racks up, racks up, pullin' up, Bentley truck Semi, semi, keep it tucked, bad bitch, bubble butt 14, 14, high school, servin' beans Dropped out, now I'm rich, flexin' 'til I'm sixty-six See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Ayy, when my brother get out, told him ain't no block now Same bitches curbin' all up on my cock now Twenty bitches and they all comin' with me (Skrrt, skrrt) Side by side, me and Trippie in the Bentley (Skrrt, skrrt) Ayy, and I bought it ain't no rentin' Baby girl I'm tryna fuck, why is you ventin'? (Huh, huh) In 2016, I grind harder than your skate team (Huh, huh) 2018, I need at least like eight rings (Huh, huh) Racks up, racks up (Gang, gang), pullin' up, Bentley truck (Yeah) Semi, semi, keep it tucked (Yeah), bad bitch, bubble butt (Woah) 14, 14 ('Teen), high school, servin' beans (Beans) Dropped out, now I'm rich (Yeah), flexin' 'til I'm sixty-six (Yeah) Racks up, racks up (Yeah), pullin' up, Bentley truck (Skrrt) Semi, semi, keep it tucked (Yeah), bad bitch, bubble butt (Aight) 14, 14 (Yeah), high school, servin' beans (Beans) Dropped out, now I'm rich (Yeah), flexin' 'til I'm sixty-six

97 ContributorsWanna Be Us Lyrics Bitch, you know it's Lil Boat Bitch, it's Lil Boat and Lil Perry (Perry) I keep them hoes like a ferry My hair be red like a cherry All of them niggas, they know All of them niggas, they know me All of them niggas, they know us (Woah, woah, woah) Them niggas, they wanna be us, damn Bitch, you know it's Lil Boat Bitch, it's Lil Boat and Lil Perry I keep them hoes like a ferry My hair be red like a cherry All of them niggas, they know All of them niggas, they know me All of them niggas, they know us Them niggas, they wanna be us Woah, damn Shout out to my nigga Colby (Woah) Gold on my neck like a trophy (Woah) Lil Boat powered up like a Mophie (Woah) Lil Boat, that nigga stay low-key (Oh, woah) All of these bitches, they know me (Damn) All of these bitches, they on me (Oh, damn) That bitch, she smile like emoji (Emoji) That bitch, she smile like emoji (Woah, damn) Woah, damn, I be posted up with Perry (With Perry) I be counting up the guap Keep a condom in my sock 'Cause these bitches on my cock I need a mouth full of rocks (Yeah) And I need me a Rollie Need a mansion for my brodies (Woah) Need my diamonds to be dancin' (Woah, damn) See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Bitch, you know it's Lil Boat Bitch, it's Lil Boat and Lil Perry (Perry) I keep them hoes like a ferry My hair be red like a cherry All of them niggas, they know All of them niggas, they know me All of them niggas, they know us (Woah, woah, woah) Them niggas, they wanna be us, damn Bitch, you know it's Lil Boat Bitch, it's Lil Boat and Lil Perry I keep them hoes like a ferry My hair be red like a cherry All of them niggas, they know All of them niggas, they know me All of them niggas, they know us Them niggas, they wanna be us All of these niggas, they know (They know) I need my bitch like a Reese's (Reese's) Got your bitch wet like the Ganges Walking on water like Jesus (Like Jesus) Bitches, they changing like seasons (Oh!) I need like five for my leases (Woah) I got ice on my wrist (Woah) Whipping the work like a Prius None of these niggas can see us (Nah) I'm up in the Himalayas Bitches they trying to lay us I hit that bitch, then I lay up (Woo!) Put it in like a finger roll Hit that bitch and then I troll Can't have one bitch, I need like four They scream my name at the shows Bitch, you know it's Lil Boat Bitch, it's Lil Boat and Lil Perry (Perry) I keep them hoes like a ferry My hair be red like a cherry All of them niggas, they know All of them niggas, they know me All of them niggas, they know us (Woah, woah, woah) Them niggas, they wanna be us, damn Bitch, you know it's Lil Boat Bitch, it's Lil Boat and Lil Perry I keep them hoes like a ferry My hair be red like a cherry All of them niggas, they know All of them niggas, they know me All of them niggas, they know us Them niggas, they wanna be us

80 ContributorsTranslationsРусскийGet Dripped Lyrics Earl on the beat Lousy Yeah Run in, lil' bitch, you get hit, yeah (Boom, boom) Came in that bitch with that stick, yeah Came in that bitch with lil' kick, uh I got that money like blow (What?) I'm in this bitch with Lil Meech (Blatt) I do this shit in my sleep, yeah Shawty suck me, she so geeked, yeah Shawty fuck me, she so geeked, yeah I'm in this bitch and I'm fleek, uh I put VVS on my links, yeah Shawty can't wait 'til we link (Uh) Fuck with Lil K, you get fssh-d (Yeah) Get laid on your ass, you get fssh-d (Uh) I play with that 30, lil' bitch, yeah I need a mask for this heat, yeah I need a gas for my bitch, yeah You know that chopper don't miss, ayy You know that chopper don't miss, yeah I get this mothafucka lit, yeah Double C all on my shit, yeah Dolce Gabbana my bitch, yeah Christian Dior, I pop shit, yeah Shawty gon' fuck on my drip, yeah See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Shawty in love with my drip, woah I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah Two-twenty all on that rear, ayy I get the drip, you get dripped (Ayy) I fucked that bitch, I'm a pimp (Ayy) I'm with Lil Boat, we not simp, yeah I fucked that bitch, she get bent, yeah (Ayy) We in this bih with no tint (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy okay, yeah, yeah, yeah) Uh, thugger lil' bitch speak Ebonics (Ayy) Shootin' that Glock, supersonics (Baow, baow) I drop a dub at Onyx (Ayy) Toot, toot that thing up (Toot) Beat from the back, she runnin' (Beep, beep) Pink Prada bag, I'm thumbin' (Beep, yeah) F&N, 30 round gun you (Baow) Fuck what they sayin', they pussy (Fuck 'em) My shirt vintage Stussy (Yeah, yeah) I put them niggas on gang (Ayy) They started snitchin', oops Back at 15 I was swipin', oops (Uh, ayy) Beat up that pussy, I'm Tyson, oops Niggas is reckless, triflin' (Yeah) Three cell phones, don't call me (Grr) Rich white money, Mike Lowry (Mike Lowry) Keep one joystick like Atari (Like Atari) V on my back like Bari (VLONE) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) Me and Cash Carti go way back (Ayy, Carti) Nigga don't like me, then say that (Okay) Twenty years old in a Maybach (Skrrt) Hoo, flexin' (Fuck it up, damn) Young nigga flexing, no eight pack Shawty in love with my drip, woah I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah Two-twenty all on that rear, ayy I get the drip, you get dripped I fucked that bitch, I'm a pimp I'm with Lil Boat, we not simp, yeah I fucked that bitch, she get bent, yeah We in this bih with no tint Damn (Ayy) Damn (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Bow, bow (What?)

69 ContributorsMICKEY Lyrics 30, you a fool for this one Trappin' out the backstreet Runnin' through the packs like a track meet (Zoom) Pull up with two pistols on me, Max P Back to back the Bentley truck, we on repeat Drippin' on these bitches, put a stain on 'em Lamborghini 'Ventador, no brain on it Iced-out Patek with the rain on it Automatic with the scope, range on it (Woo) Spent one-sixty, that's on two watches (Two watches) Goddamn, think I need a new hobby (New hobby) Bought a chain, could've bought a Bugatti (Bugatti) Niggas dick ridin' with a Ducati (Ducati) Check it out, check it out, check out (Woo) Ridin' 'round town with the sticks out (Woo) It's fashion week, so I bought the Rick's out (Woo) These niggas rats, no Mickey Mouse (Woo) (Yeah) These niggas hatin' 'cause I'm too rich (Too rich) Big carats, same size Cheez-Its (Cheez-Its) Eighty-eight thou' for a new wrist (Whoo) Peter Piper, pull up with a new pistol (Pew, pew) Those not diamonds, those crystals Runnin' to the money like I'm Frank Gore (Yuh) This ring cost more than a Honda 'Cord (Skrt) Fuck with the set then it's over with (It's over with) Walk in the spot, get it overlit (Overlit) I want some pussy, she open it (Open it) Fuck her one time then I'm over it (Over it) These niggas weird and they talk too much (Yuh) All these new niggas, they socialists (Yuh) Holdin' on tight to my braggin' rights (Fah) I write my name on the mogul list (Huh) See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Spent one-sixty, that's on two watches (Two watches) Goddamn, think I need a new hobby (New hobby) Bought a chain, could've bought a Bugatti (Bugatti) Niggas dick ridin' with a Ducati (Ducati) Check it out, check it out, check out (Woo) Ridin' 'round town with the sticks out (Woo) It's fashion week, so I bought the Rick's out (Woo) These niggas rats, no Mickey Mouse (Woo) Million-dollar lick, but I missed out (Missed out) Had to sleep on the drank, I was pissed off (Pissed off) Got a hundred on your hand, hold your wrist out (Wrist out) Hellcat racecar, no pitstop (No pitstop) Had a million-dollar cash at my bitch house (Bitch house) Wearin' twenty thousand dollar outfits now (Outfits) Coupe cost one-sixty and I cashed out (Cash) Lil' Steve comin' home, 'bout to max' out Anything I buy, I'm spendin' all twenty Hundreds and fifties goin' to the grave wit me (Yeah) I sleep with a chopper and bathe with a glizzy A nigga try Yachty, we shootin' up the city (Frrah) Ask them other niggas how we got busy (How we got busy) It ain't no sleep 'til we hittin' the victim (Hittin' our victim) Nigga play gangster, but we know they bitches (We know they bitches) I'm thinkin' they mad 'cause we fuckin' they bitches Spent one-sixty, that's on two watches (Two watches) Goddamn, think I need a new hobby (New hobby) Bought a chain, could've bought a Bugatti (Bugatti) Niggas dick ridin' with a Ducati (Ducati) Check it out, check it out, check out (Woo) Ridin' 'round town with the sticks out (Woo) It's fashion week, so I bought the Rick's out (Woo) These niggas rats, no Mickey Mouse (Woo)

92 ContributorsIntro Lyrics Hey, Mr. Grumpy Gills When life gets you down, you know what you gotta do? I don't know what you gotta do when life gets you down Just keep swimming, just keep swimming Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming Dory, no singing What do we do? We swim Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho, I love to swim Dory, Dory When you want to swim Oh, okay. Where? Oh, you want me to sit right here? Where, look right there? Okay, okay, alright. I got it. Well... well, hello folks, Darnell Boat here. Today, I'ma tell you a little story about my two nephews, Lil Yachty and Lil Boat. Well, I don't know where to start. Look, here's Lil Boat now Lil Boat! Okay I've got these strange voices inside my head Keep a stack and .380 beside my bed Not to be cool, but in case they run up on me If y'all bet on my fam, clutch with double on me Went to school on a dirt road with black hoes and potholes This shit was just then, this was four months Late nights with gang on them store hunts Loitering Walmart for pure fun Look at me now, all of my classmates like, "Wow" My teachers like, "Damn" I remember I didn't have not a fan Now I step out and Lil Boat is the man Woah, this shit is surreal Pockets stuffed in with blue bills So much people trying to ask how it feels But, nigga, I don't know Everyday I ball like finger roll (woo!) How'd you do it? Only God knows (oh!) I want to know who's real until the time folds People looking at Lil Boat with their hands out cause I'm wearing nicer clothes I'ma stay down with the same niggas I came up with, that's the master plan 26 for a nigga hand, diamonds so cold you might need a fan (woo!) I don't know who I am sometimes I might rap a verse, I might sing a song Came up overnight from one song One night get her out the thong Old heads hating on Boat 'Cause I'm young as fuck and I'm rich as hell Pants low like I'm fresh in jail But I've been out, motherfuck 12 (woo!) See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like See, he's a little--he's a little bit more aggressive. Well, you know, as this story unfolds, and you know what I'm saying, as the story gets told, uh, I'll tell you a little bit more about Yachty. He's a little bit nicer. Let's call him Hello? Hello? Oh, oh, oh, ohhh Oh, oh, hello Hello, hello Oh, hello Hello Boat, it's so nice to meet you I'm so glad you came Hello, hello What's poppin'? It's Lil Yachty, I'm in the party I need three thotties to come suck on my posse What's poppin'? Woah Hello, hello, hello, hello Hello, hello Hello, hello, hello, hello Hello, hello, hello Oh, hello Welcome to my life Hello, hello, hello

91 ContributorsWho Want the Smoke? Lyrics I fuck with this shit, man Ha Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Word Hotboxin' in the whip (In the whip) I don't even smoke (Smoke though) But we drop tops and let it rip (Skrrt, skrrt) Pull up and get smoked (Huh?) With them big rocks up in her ear (Word) Chandelier (Chandelier), can you hear? (Huh?) Who that there? Who want the smoke? (The smoke) Who want the smoke? (Word) Who want the—, who want the— (Word) Who want the smoke? (Word, word) Who want the smoke? (Who? Yeah) Who want the smoke? (Who? Yeah, yeah, yeah) Who want the—, who want the— (Bardi) Who want the smoke? (Ayy) I-I-I hear shots comin' on the low from hoes I'm higher than This attention is so flatterin' 'cause they're admirin' Don't know what's on their mind, but it should be retirement Get the AARP or this AR get to firin' (Blat) They don't want smoke with me (No), the diamonds is chokin' me Their pussy need potpourri, these bitches is 0-3 And there ain't a lower league, all in my ovaries The fur on my shoulder mink, tell me what Hov would think I get the money, I am the king of New York And I rock a sew-in weave (Woo, woo, woo, woo) I run it, I run it, I relay the win They talkin', they talkin', I'm takin' it in I did not come here to make me new friends Who buried the bridge and aren't makin' amends (Ah) They don't want none, I'll say it again (Yee) They don't want none, I pray for their sins (Hah) See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Hotboxin' in the whip (In the whip) I don't even smoke (Smoke though) But we drop tops and let it rip (Skrrt, skrrt) Pull up and get smoked (Huh?) With them big rocks up in her ear (Word) Chandelier (Chandelier), can you hear? (Huh?) Who that there? Who want the smoke? (The smoke, who?) Who want the smoke? (Bardi word) Who want the—, who want the— Who want the smoke? (Word, word, word, b-b-b-blat) Who want the smoke? (Yeah, who?) Who want the smoke? (Bardi, yeah, yeah, yeah) Who want the—, who want the—, who want the smoke? (Ayy) Is you fuckin'? (Yeah) Baby girl, I need to know (Who?) Who finna run get the rubbers from the store? (Who there?) Bitch so damn wet, drippin' on my marble floor (Drip, drip, drip) Never not strapped, in my city, on my soul Pull up in a two-seater (Yeah), in a wife-beater With my bro, he be bangin' like a car speaker All black, late night like the Grim Reaper Wrist in the air, turned the club to a new freezer (Ice) Who want the smoke? (The smoke) Who want the smoke? (Word) Who want the—, who want the— (Brr, word) Who want the smoke? (Brr-brr, word, word) Who want the smoke? (Who? Yeah) Who want the smoke? (Woo, woo, woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah) Who want the—, who want the—, who want the smoke? (Offset) Glock 40 in my coat (Glock) My bitch keep fire in the Chanel tote (Fire, fire) Suffocate him, hang him by the rope Hot potato, bullet, let it go (Brrt, brrt, brrt) The .44 put him in a yolk (.44) Pull up in the stolo, look like he seen a ghost And I got the kilo comin' on the boat (Kilo) We gon' move it fast, vámonos, vámonos (Vámonos) Niggas talkin' foul on the d-low (Foul) Technical, I'm standin' at the line, shoot a free throw Medical, I sip a couple lines of fineto Impeccable, the Richard Mille line, man, it's see-through (Impeccable) Who want the smoke? Wet him up, humble up Seen the Ghost and they know, got a scope and I hope That they pull up to the spot with the ho Get smoked with the pole in the middle of the store (Smoke) The SIG pulled out, nigga had a stroke Coolant at them niggas, shawty, I don't know (Who?) Choppa made that bitch (Bah), ain't nowhere to go Throw him off the boat (Die), in the river, float (Float) 30 round clip in this clip clear (Clear) I'm in the Wraith so I'm lookin' at the rear mirror (Mirror) Free jit, we ain't goin' for that shit, period (Free jit) Red dots on their pussy, niggas on their period (Hey, hey)

82 ContributorsAll In Lyrics Yeah, yeah, Lil Boat All my brothers with me! Yeah From the start, they been with me from the start I love y'all! Gang, gang, gang, gang Bankroll after bankroll I spend Bankroll after bankroll I spend Bankroll after bankroll I spend Bankroll after bankroll I spend Seven years later and I got the same friends Bankroll after bankroll I spend Seven years later and I got the same friends All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in All in with a pair of twins in a Benz Just bought a new necklace and it came with heavy winds She suck me like a push-pop, she love cock My brothers they been with me from the very start Recorded in the closet with sock mics If one fight we all fight, it's fight night See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Bankroll after bankroll I spend Seven years later and I got the same friends All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in Black and white like a zebra I don't sell furniture but nigga IKEA I have an idea, headshot, ID ya Media wanna see me in jail like Madea If my career go south I'm going to South Korea Macaroni sells, I been macking, making macarena I'm cleaner than the cleanest It's Byou, nice to meet you This ain't a cookout but my meat on her grill I started off like I'm a goonie When I got in they gave me a toolie I'm high off these snacks like I'm Scooby I can't be no average joe Never fucked an average ho We lit and you know it's a problem Grill like I'm eating on pollen Keep a bitch on my thigh like a pocket If I fuck her she sucking the gang Me and my brothers done did everything Backwood, it's stuffed, look like Oreo If you know me I know that you owe me Kay the Yacht keep a K and a forty Balmains on me like I'm lonely Fired a banker for twenty Thumb in her butt while she sippin' the Henny I know that my gang won't forget me Bankroll after bankroll I spend Seven years later and I got the same friends All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in You a stain, you a lame Swerving hoes like I got a cane Old friends call me, say they can't look at Perry the same Perry growin' up and I got the same gang Young nigga with expensive tastes Matter fact, ask your girl 'fore you go and kiss her face Damn, who is she, let me check my database Yeah, Perry here, the other human race I'm all in, I'm all in, I'm all in Bitch I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin' These bitches callin', they stalkin', they stallin' 25 just for a fucking walk in All in, 40 for the walk in Now I'm flossin', drop top Slauson Got a goth bitch, she put me in a coffin Got a dog bitch, now she leaving paw-prints Still ridin' sports when I'm sittin' in it's great Tell my bitch make a play, now I'm frosted like a cake Chef knife with the steak, now I'm flexing heavyweight In the six like a date, all my partners livin' great Bankroll after bankroll I'm stacking JBan$ keep three phones, I'm trapping Working with the work, I double up, it's magic Chopper make a nigga backflip, gymnastics Bad bitch take off with the pack if you lackin' Got 100 bloods posted in the back with rachets Pull off in the Aston, ball like Collin Sexton 26's for my wrist, diamonds dancing like they Prince Bankroll after bankroll I love to spend, yeah When I get it back I love to spend it all again, yeah Boomin' out the gym, yeah, way above the rim, yeah Ten up on my neck and I spent fifteen for my wrist, yeah Woah up on my wrist, yeah, wetter than a fish, yeah Woah, you just want to come because I'm next, yeah Woah, you just like that glow that's from my neck, yeah Woah, I'm tired of talking, can you cut my check, yeah Woah Bankroll after bankroll I spend (I spend) Only love my gang, I don't got no new friends (no new niggas) Hit your bitch from the back and I watch her bend (dumb bitch) NAZ for life, nigga, that's 'til the end I only want to fuck, I can't be your boyfriend (stupid bitch) I speak rich nigga shit, broke niggas can't comprehend Ayy, it's Cartiers all over my lens All hundreds in my bankroll, I don't do no tens Never Amount To Zero in this bitch, you understand that? 2016 Dream Team, matching Bimmer boys, let's get it Got love for all my niggas We all in, we all fam All in All my brothers all in Same gang, I got the same friends I promise that I'm all in I'm all in, I'm all in All in Fuck it I might cop the Benz Oh, I'm all in All in, ah, oh Sailing Team Lil Boat, Lil Boat Summer Songs 2 It's a wrap

30 ContributorsHella Os Lyrics Man Niggas still get it from the Gusto (Gusto) Young hot head, man, cutthroat (Bow) All these nat-nats on dumb go (Dumb go) Kick back and serve up them Os (Them Os) Uh Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (From the 404 to the 212, you know what I'm saying?) Uh, skrrt, uh, skrrt (And it's free Reese every fuckin' day, you know what I'm saying?) Uh, uh (Shout out to my nigga ) Skrrt, skrrt (Plug) Pull up on your block and we squirtin' 9s Niggas wanna duke it, this the right time Counting up, counting up hella bands Using my guap as a face fan (Guap) K$upreme, that's my right hand Niggas mobbing deep like a Taliban Right now I'm a Harlem boy but Lil Yachty from Atlantastan (On God) Stack the cheddar cheese on my nightstand If my money low then watch your life, man Niggas still get it from the Gusto Young hot head, man, cutthroat All these nat-nats on dumb go Kick back and serve out them Os Niggas strapped up like Girbauds (Uh) I just hopped out on them 4s (Skrrt, skrrt) (Plug) Bloody bandana my bros But cuzzy bandana my woes Bought bank and I bang on fo's All these fuck niggas is hoes He better not knock on my door I bust a cap in his throat I put a dick in his ho I might just flip out them Os I just dropped weed on my toes Brought my niggas 'round your ho (For real) Let 'em run train on ya wife We pass that pussy all night (On God) Then we stack it tall as kites Nigga try me, that's his life See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Hella Os, I've been counting hella Os (Plug) Money stacking tall like Legos I've been counting hella Os, hella Os Hella Os, I've been counting hella Os Money stacking tall like Legos Told my plug I need a whole fix (Yeah) Serving up Os (Yeah) I could flip a brick (Woo, woo) Hella Os, hella Os (Woo, woo) I've been moving hella Os Young RD counting hella Os (Woo, woo) Big full Chevy, boy, check out the candy paint (Okay) Canary yellow diamonds in my pinky ring (Okay) (Plug) 20 band juugs, I could ball I could ball, I could buy like 30 chains All these bitches love me like I'm Jesus (Uh-huh) Old money same age as Regis (For real) But that shit long like R. Kelly (R. Kelly) Fuck around and put shots in your belly Told that ho to meet me at the telly (Uh) I can never ever fold (Hell nah) Young RD be counting big Os (Yeah, yeah) I been counting bankrolls (Hell yeah) Money make her touch her toes (On God) Money got me the hoes (It did) Money got a nigga right (Woo) I be sipping dirty Sprite (Uh-huh) Hella Os, I've been counting hella Os (Plug) Money stacking tall like Legos I've been counting hella Os, hella Os Hella Os, I've been counting hella Os Money stacking tall like Legos Told my plug I need a whole fix (Yeah) Serving up Os (Yeah) I could flip a brick (Yeah) Hella Os, hella Os (Woo, woo) I've been moving hella Os Young RD counting hella Os (Woo, woo) (Plug)

Sex symbol, the Black Seminole A sex symbol, the Black Seminole African Rambo with more ammo Can't be escaped, I'm on every channel What's wrong? What's wrong, Mr. Man? Your eyes are low And you're walking with both hands on your head His response, he's on a clean, clean high Both feet up on the ground But his head's way, way, way in the sky The Black Seminole, a head general Distant connections, a large interval A black man with mouths to feed Embracing equality throughout greed No time to joke around, the kid is now a man And the silence is filled with remarkable sounds This part I've seen in my dreams Love is not a lie, it just feels like a Tarantino movie scene See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Now Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh Mm-mm-mmm, ooh Ah-ha, aaah, yeah-hey, yeah

82 ContributorsTranslationsEspañol한국어​​​drive ME crazy! Lyrics Imagine life, imagine life without me, it's a waste of time You want the kind of love that can make a child Don't want just anybody (Not just anybody, not just anybody) Ooh Good love fill my body up like a glass when you pour it all out If you know me, you know I mind, someone like me is hard to find No mistakin’ if I am there, well aware you are always mine And still you seem so surprised, always gon' be mine I wanna be where you are I just can't walk away, you drive me crazy, ah I lose it, lose it And I wanna be where you are I just can't walk away, you drive me crazy, ah I lose it, losе it Imagine me circlin' through life without a piеce of you Seven out of seven days I'm needin' you You bring life to the party (Ooh, ah-ha, ooh, ah-ha-ha) Good love feels like butterflies suffocatin' your insides, oh It's a late night, you know I try, I cannot picture when you lie I'm mistaken thinkin' you were taken knowin' that you were always mine And still I feel so surprised, you're always gon' be mine See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Rarely ever missin', talk is cheap and time is tickin' Rarely ever trickin', catch me slippin', that pussy was leakin' I'm on missions, payin' millions, I'm Ted DiBiase, uh, God Out late night, I'm sinnin', still a Christian, don't tell my deacon I mean pastor, or I'll go down there, talkin' faster Ride around, six-seven bitches with no tint, you can see I'm pimpin' Big four-five on my hip, like I'm limpin', never simpin' One of my cousins crippin', always grippin', shit get dangerous Always keep it player, we can swap out hoes, I'm never trippin' I love my mother, my sister, my daughter All these hoes get slaughtered, can't deny, pray to the holy father

72 ContributorsUp Next 2 Lyrics Uh, ayy, uh Lil Boat (Chubba), Chubba, Lil Boat, Chubba DigitalNas in this bitch You know what I'm saying? Niggas see a young nigga, know what I'm saying? Nigga gon' act like they don't see a young nigga These niggas see a young nigga These bitches see a young nigga, you know what I'm saying? Nigga shine, nigga flash, you feel me? My nigga Ian up in this bitch, you feel me? What's popping? Niggas know what's going on, nigga Nigga see how I'm coming, you don't want a problem Uh, ayy, uh Boat boy just copped him some diamonds She gon' suck my dick 'cause she like how I'm rhyming, it's all about timing Got 22 bitches on standby, they fuck when I say so Can't talk till my case closed I'm hot like a pepper Don't ash in my whip, bitch, it's basketball leather Which nigga you rather? It better be me Maison Margiela just for my black tee Can't fuck with these niggas and all they rap beef Got a Tec for a hundred, I'm feeling like money My mouth looking sunny These niggas look funny, so I keep the chop I'm new and these niggas hopin' that I flop I'mm flop in that pussy, it better be gushy, it better be hairless Me and Kpreme beat your ass with our bare fists When I get on, I'ma fuck me a Heiress See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like 24 karat that'll fuck up my teeth Pussy so wet that it fuck up the sheets Catch me posted right there on the street Pocket rocket right under the seat Wish a pussy nigga would try me In the kitchen whipping up the heat Catch Purpp, get his ass beat Smoking purp and then I ash it 50 band jugg, then I cash it Fucking your hoe, then I pass it Purple and lean, that my passion Make it disappear like it's magic Don't come to the 6 where it's tragic Bricks wrapped up in elastic In Europe with a bad bitch And all we smoke is that cabbage I'ma hot box in the drop top Now the coupe look like a crock pot Old school cubes in my ear Damn, they looking like Macintosh Flyer than an albatross Rims chopped like applesauce I don't pay the pussy what it cost Diamonds look like tear drops Play with squares like hop scotch Rims so above the rim No And1, but anyone of you niggas cross me, I'm up in it Dump in it, huh? I'ma catch a body like a cheerleader I'ma die fly like Aaliyah R.I.P., I'll see ya when I see ya 40 thousand dollars on the coat It ain't even cold, I'ma call PETA Whip it up with the eggbeater Whole band on one sneaker Another band on the other shoe l-l-like a nigga on house arrest Chop the hit, you decompress, raising bars like bench press Had to get the shit up off my chest, hey, hey Yuh, ayy, woah, damn, ayy, yuh, ayy Had to get this shit up off my chest Sendin' shots, you might need a vest 26 for a nigga neck Water diamonds jeweler straight from Fiji When I'm on my money, I look like a tiki If you got a problem, nigga, don't you tweet me I'm a real nigga, Lil Boat don't do Hilfiger 15 hundred for a still picture Saint Laurent, nigga, these ain't Jordans Crib fill of clothes like I'm hoarding In the air while you niggas boarding If the cake right, I'ma stick a fork in Hahaha That damn Lil Boat, he's something else, I tell you Yeah, that DigitalNas something else, too Well, I guess, uh, we gon' go holla at Yachty a little bit He's, uh, he's-he's more emotional, you'll-you'll see what I'm talking about

79 ContributorsUp Next 3 Lyrics Ayy, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat Yeah, and I'm tired of all you pussy ass niggas hatin' on Boat 'cause y'all see that nigga shinin', y'all see that nigga stuntin', y'all see that nigga up next, nigga Fuck y'all niggas, uh Bitch, I'm the realest you've ever seen And my new bitch, she a model from Africa Any fine bitch with an ass, boy I'm after ya 22 diamonds, they shine like a brand new dime that you flip for a bet Pussy nigga got behind the wheel and tried to race with Boat, well that's a cruise for a wreck Stay with the Tec, gotta check on my neck I need eight for a show Brother locked up for the blow Fuck you pussies, bitch, I skipped bein' rookie What you want a cookie 'cause you got connect? Nigga play hooky when they see it's Boat time Ice on my wrist got you thinkin' it's cold time Dunk on that bitch make you lean on your shoulder Tripled my views now you thinkin' it's over Skirt-skirt that Rover I spent a whole six up in Dover Margiela my collar, I look like my father Why'd u even bother? I'm richer I'm better 26 shit, I dropped it on my sweater Just cause it's real leather, Versace my feathers King sized set with the pillows Dick in her pussy, she call me her hero Dick in her mouth like a motherfuckin' churro Knot so fat like a fuckin' burrito Shout out taketa her pussy much sweeter I lick it then stick it Then kick it right on to my brother Never fuck none of these hoes without rubbers Bitch I'm so fly I can float on a cover Now I see why you mad, cause I made it over night And your bitch love Boat, now I see you wanna fight And I just cannot help it because she think that I'm right And she don't like you cause your music not excitin' See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Ayy, Lil Boat, QC, what up? Bitch it's G Herbo, swervin' so much Watch them start callin' me Swervo In the M6 two door drop with the turbo Engine from Russia, my Balmains for Bergdorf My lil' ho from Merlow Killas like Marlo Come to your block, shoot it up with no sorrows Still ride with Glocks and them chops over lanos Let off them shells have you duckin' your taco and come back tomorrow Maison Like Capo, Rollie a Bimmer, my bracelet a Tahoe Riding an i8s in a race through Chicago Remember I used to rock Echo and Pac on that Balmain where I go Blunts full of posto Remember I used to get free bands like Rocko Got a white bitch snortin' lines, they El Chapo Loadin' up .30's and countin' up guapo get top in my auto Oops, I mean mobile, on the way home to my house in Herbo Hills Remember them nights I was servin' with no deals Lil' bro on Ess, know he lurkin', he gon' kill, rollin' off four pills My life is so trill, I made a name off my block like I'm O'Neal Get face to face with them cops and I don't squeal Snitch did a bid but he would've did more years Niggas a ho still Wake up, get more bills Rich with my squad in Chiraq like I'm Bo Deal While in Miami we ridin' on four wheels Block 100 deep, got the opps hidin' for years Pop out, go trill Glock color oatmeal Know what I mean, bitch it's brown, it ain't no steel Ridin', we lurkin', you better keep your steel You gotta be ready to use it in broad day You know little bro will Ayy, G Herbo 150 dream team, bitch, shout out Coach Lil Boat, what up?

61 ContributorsForever Young Lyrics All night I've been watching you So tonight, you're leaving with me I've been waiting my whole life to give you it all It's on now, it's on now I'm talking the big fancy lights The star studded nights with me We forever young We forever young We forever young The music's loud and I'm feeling wild Come dance along with the golden child I don't know much but sure, let me check your fouls Two technicals but you beautiful You grew up 6 brothers in a cubicle And they all bustin' for ya if I make the wrong move If I break your heart then I'm a dumb dude You get what you give and I'm the one who loses But we could be together forever But we could be together forever and ever I wanna live life with you forever and ever Together Forever young Forever young We forever young See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Shining bright under the shining sun Like moonshine you keep it 99% with me I'm feeling all your energy I know you love to vibe with me I know you love to ride for me Your favorite thing to say is, "Boat, I love when you're inside of me" Your love is like a high to me I love to go out my way to make sure you stay happy We forever young The music's loud and I'm feeling wild Come dance along with the golden child I don't know much but sure, let me check your fouls Two technicals but you beautiful You grew up 6 brothers in a cubicle And they all bustin' for ya if I make the wrong move If I break your heart then I'm a dumb dude You get what you give and I'm the one who loses But we could be together forever But we could be together forever and ever I wanna live life with you forever and ever Together Forever young Forever young Forever young, forever young Forever young, forever young We forever young

Brrr Hey, RD bruh, it's Boat, yeah Hey man you know that nigga Yachty that went on the God damn mornin' show Niggas try to freestyle Niggas tryna act like a nigga ain't got it Like a nigga ain't still got it Like a nigga ain't really countin' up hundred dollar bills every motherfuckin' day Like I ain't bossed up bitch Stop all that flexin' Woke up all my niggas, like stop all that restin' Might have my OG comin' do a little pressing You niggas is pussy I see it, I feel it, I know it, I smell it, it's clear Fuck I look like sippin' beer? I got 32 bitches back home waitin' on me Give 32 fucks to a nigga hatin' on me Got so much ice you'd think my jeweler flaked on me, God damn Hold on, money so old, check his colon Knot so fat Ben Franklin like who is you foldin' Whips so new got these coppers thinkin' it's stolen So they pull me over and see my teeth golden It's over, bro keep the chopper on his shoulder Just paid cash for a Benz, and Moms, a new Rover Still the youngest nigga sober Still the richest nigga over on my side of town I'm still the king with the crown King of the teens Show some respect and bow down Nigga talkin' crazy, he get shot down Ay, ooh, yeah, ay, ah How many times I'ma tell ya? Young nigga I told ya, I told ya, I told ya I told ya that RD up next I told you that Boat keep a check That Yachty could flex, lil bitch Watch how I flip it These niggas get mad cause that weight, I just skipped it Overnight shawty, that pussy, I dipped it I had to slow it down cause niggas don't get it Watch how I do it and watch how I did it Just copped a new watch and, oh boy, have I shitted Richer than ever More wise and more clever Ball so hard I need a letter, put that on my sweater Lil bitch, lil bitch Lil nigga, you hate how I switched 26 shit, I dropped that on my wrist I'm the richest out the group, just like Kris Jenner All of these niggas beginners Fuck on that bitch then I skrrt off with spinners in spinners All of my whips got spinners Lil Boat, Lil Boat See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like JBan$, JBan$ Bitch, stop all that flexin' Spent 10 on my necklace Name droppin', we pressure Bitch don't want no pressure Eat pussy for breakfast That bitch actin' reckless, drop her off in Texas My plug, he like Messi Got bricks out like sushi, nigga you a rookie Empire, no Cookie Saw his chain and I took it Catch you off in traffic, bitch don't want no static Then don't play like Magic lil bitch I ball like I'm Kobe but it's 20, Ginobili My niggas not foldin', talk down, cut you open My neck is on frozen, Olaf He put diamonds forever We shinin', JBan$, he might blind ya, bitch Talk down and we find ya, bitch JBan$ keep that iron, bitch October 30th like Mike Myers, bitch G-wagon sit on the big tires, bitch Bitch, bitch, JBan$ Never, never, never, never Never ate the box like RD and Jimmy I shoot with the semi, one eye like I’m Fetty I look out the scope, just give me the scoop Whenever you ready, his chest like spaghetti That nigga gon' fold just like a futon Would tell her jump on my dick but it's too long I just bought a bunch of groupies with Groupon Tell me what you want? Told 'em, told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em Hey, hey, I told 'em, I told 'em Hey, I keep the chrome in my jeans Hey, just like a chromosome Hey, popped it with calicorn Hey, when I get on, I'ma fuck me a Capricorn Hey, yuh, yuh, ah, ah Chubba! All of my whips got spinners Chop the brick in half like it's the winter, December Put ah nigga in a blender All these niggas be pretenders Pretendin', pretendin' These niggas ain't winnin' We still on that mission to get all the blue cheese We got them clips just like a movie She suck me up just like a smoothie Pussy so gooey, she lick me up after she do me It's Boat from the Sixer, I'm cut like some scissors I'm gone off the sizzurp, I hit her from the back Then hit on that back like she bizzurp Eat on that pussy like it was some dessert Minister, sailing team, take him to chizzurch I don't fuck with these niggas, these niggas be snitches They just want my riches, they just wanna fuck on my bitches These niggas, they can't These niggas be jank I might pull up with a sword like I was Link Pull up with a sword like 21 Hit the strip club and throw bands just for fun Lil Boat Sailing Team

82 ContributorsStrike (Holster) Lyrics Yeah (Mm, mm) Okay (Yeah), okay, okay (Mm, mm, mm, mm) It's us (Brr) I been fucked up, look, I was geekin' I was, huh, I was high as fuck, tweakin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I was tryna strike shit I was tryna strike shit I was tryna strike shit like a match, late night, yeah Strike like I missed it, strike like I hit the pin Strike like I'm not goin' to work, strike, strike You knew that shit weren't real when you heard it, you You know the guys sip on drank 'til it's early, yeah All of this Bottega, shit, I shopped at Burlington (Just did) Drank man had cracked the seal, I begged him to sell it to— (I did) Stars in the roof, this shit ain't nothin', I switch the coupе (Gang) Emo bitch, she like to go take shrooms, look likе Betty Boop (Yeah) Shittin' me? Hop in SRTs and do Fruity Loops (Shittin' me?) He can't play big bank, I switch out whips like they switch out shoes (Yeah) Yeah (Mm, mm) Okay (Yeah), okay, okay (Mm, mm, mm, mm) It's us (Brr) See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like I been fucked up, look, I was geekin' I was, huh, I was high as fuck, tweakin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I was tryna strike shit I was tryna strike shit (Strike) I was tryna strike shit like a match, late night (Strike), yeah Strike like I missed it (Yeah), strike like I hit the pin (Yeah) Strike like I'm not goin' to work (Yeah), strike, strike Slide (Okay), slide, shoulders, huh, shoulder, uh Stack them old hundreds, recreate Yoda I don't put no crushed ice in my soda Perky got her stuck like a holster, uh It's a gun in my holster (No stylist) New Balenci' out in Dover (Two-twenty) It's a four in my soda Sit it on a Balenci' coaster (Shh) Yeah (Mm, mm) Okay (Yeah), okay, okay (Mm, mm, mm, mm) It's us (Brr) I been fucked up, look, I was geekin' I was, huh, I was high as fuck, tweakin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I was tryna strike shit I was tryna strike shit I was tryna strike shit like a match, late night, yeah Strike like I missed it, strike like I hit the pin Strike like I'm not goin' to work, strike, strike

91 ContributorsPardon Me Lyrics Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor Pardon me, I been still actin' poor (EarDrummers) Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, mix the Act' in the store Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, sippin' lean at the store (Mike WiLL, Mike WiLL) Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, sippin' stain at the store Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor Barkin', I put that knife on your throat Torture, I'ma set fire to that ho Walk in designer, head down to the toe Name the strip club, I throw it Hittin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T. Smashin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T. Feelin' like an igloo now Goons ready to hit you now (Boat) Bring the big F out the house Let them fuck niggas know who really get foul Four hundred thousand right now (Right now) Four hundred thousand on me right now (Yeah) Pull up on the scene, tryna hit it right now I wrap the Bentley in snow (Yeah) Pull up at the house, she waitin' outside, the lil' bitch is ready to go Got a Sig Sauer, it's brown like boot It's still my brother, that nigga the truth, nigga the truth Twenty-five thousand for eight of my teeth Three thousand dollars for each every tooth In too close, pull back the top, shoot out the roof (Brrt), go poof I'ma start puttin' these bitches on MARTA I'ma stop puttin' broke hoes on charters Brother too muddy, he been through too much If you standin' and talkin', might black out the water I was twenty years old with six different whips Perfect good health, but bought ten different scripts (Woo) Dawg, it's cheaper to boot her out When niggas be flexin', nah, this ain't the same Promise it's more for my shit plain Niggas ain't P's, be lookin' like change Don't you forget who showed you more Showed you the life and you thought it was strange Had the driver pick your ass up from LaGrange In a black Range, I forgot bad hoes could be lame See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor (Hoo) Pardon me, I been still actin' poor (Hoo) Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor (Hoo) Pardon me, I been still actin' poor (Woo) Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, mix the Act' in the store Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, sippin' lean at the store Pardon me, I'm 'bout to shit on this beat Pardon me, I just went crazy on a freak Pardon me, I cook that bon appétit Pardon me, I bought Chanel for ten G's Just for the pills and my syrup and my weed Pull out that Lam', I got somewhere to be I'm on that, she like Hit from the back and go deep and go I'm on that, she on that We on that, they on that Crocodile spillin' all over the burp Bought her a Birk', could've went bought a vert Sippin' on syrup got my cup turnin' purp' Pardon me, I got my side bitch on fleek Swiped out the AP and bought the Philippe Baguettes on her ankle, she walk so elite Flex double C's and she with them big B's Double my cup, man, I'm gone on that E VVS cut, she done turned to a freak Drivin' the Rolls and I came out on a key Play with that drum like I'm Tommy Lee Count up that money, I might just OD I took the R out of free, charge a fee Me and Lil Yachty done caught us a thottie Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, sippin' stain at the store Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor Barkin', I put that knife on your throat Torture, I'ma set fire to that ho Walk in designer, head down to the toe Name the strip club, I throw it Hittin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T. Smashin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T. Feelin' like an igloo now Goons ready to hit you now

58 ContributorsBetter Lyrics Oh, you say it's good I say it's great But it could be better It always could always be better You say it's good But it could be better It always could always be better Everything in life could always be better Don't settle for less 'cause then you miss out on more Everything in life won't always be pleasure You work for the treasure just to live even more 'Cause you say it's good, but it could be better It always could always be better Unlock your happiness and live for forever I'll express my life in a letter I love you 'cause you be makin' me better You make me feel so much better It could be good But it could be better When I'm with you, I feel much better Oh, oh, oh Let's lay on the hood and look at the stars And name them whatever You always call that one Trevor Since a young one you've always been clever Let's grow old, rocking chairs and play checkers I wanna spend my whole life with you Without you I feel so blue I probably lose my train of to dos All my life I always knew See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like You say it's good I say it's great But it could be better It always could always be better You say it's good But it could be better It always could always be better Everything in life could always be better Don't settle for less 'cause then you miss out on more Everything in life won't always be pleasure You work for the treasure just to live even more You said I love ya with those eyes so deep The love you gave me made me feel so sweet Baby you against the car, you don't deny me Love the way you love me, I really love you They must be blind if they can't see I'll pour it up, I'll take you high You so fly Neighbors always come around When you got me raining down You say it's good I say it's great But it could be better It always could always be better You say it's good But it could be better It always could always be better Everything in life could always be better Don't settle for less 'cause then you miss out on more Everything in life won't always be pleasure You work for the treasure just to live even more 'Cause you say it's good, but it could be better It always could always be better Unlock your happiness and live for forever I'll express my life in a letter I love you 'cause you be makin' me better You make me feel so much better It could be good But it could be better When I'm with you, I feel much better Oh, oh, oh

98 ContributorsCOUNT ME IN Lyrics (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Bangin' out the motherfuckin' back door Yeah, you sippin' but you not sippin' Act' though (Facts) Double Cs on my feet, gangbangin' Bs (Gang) Make a bitch touch her knees, she was Viet-nese (Ha) Crew of bitches poppin' Percs, Es and triple Cs (Pop) Off top, give me top 'cause you just a sleaze (Slurp) She want head, she want head, I said, "Nigga, please" (Hah) Touch my riches, you'll get stitches, you think talk is cheap (Doot-doot-doot, grrt) I've been flexin' for a while now (Whoo, whoo) Stripper bitches tryna trap me for a child now, yeah And this clip got twelve left like a dial now (Pew-pew-pew) If I get robbed, 911 who I don't dial, nah (Grrt) Yeah, rap niggas tryna steal my style (Ha, huh) Stackin' shit, call me Yachty Rothschild Bet it like a game of poker Poker face, Code Lyoko (Lil Boat) These niggas po-po Benz sit on twenty-four-fours (Skrrt) That shit go skrr-skrrt She eat nut like a burger She said it's sweet (Ha) She said it's sweet just like nectar (Yeah) I walk around the city of Atlanta with a Vector (Brrt) Huh, ayy, these niggas got me hot (Whoa) Dumb bitch, don't you ever dare pop up at my spot (No) Talkin' 'bout you mad That's some shots at your dad I ain't here to conversate if it ain't 'bout a dollar (Cha-ching) Number (N)ine on my jeans, my watch cost an Impala (Gang) I done gave so much knowledge I done turned to a father (Goddamn) And my brother from the South on the run, he's a robber (Yeah) Kickin' doors, bangin' hoes, had to stay ten-toes (Whoo) In Miami, in that penthouse fuckin' on ten hoes (Whoo) Ayy, fuck with me (Yeah) I'm rich as hell, your bitch love on me (Gang) You don't have to like me, just don't talk, just don't fuck with me (Fuck it) Ayy, uh, had to get it out the Civic (Yeah) Is there smoke, pussy boy? Please be specific (For real) And my new young bitch pussy on Pacific Had to get a new account, numbers look terrific (Ha) See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like And yeah (Gang) You can count me in (Mhm, yeah) Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in (Mhm, okay) Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in (Mhm) Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in (Skrrt, hah) Yeah (Mhm, gang) You can count me in (Mhm) And yeah, you can count me in (Mhm, yeah) Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in (Mhm, okay) Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in (Yeah) Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in (Skrrt-skrrt) Yeah (Gang) You can count me in (Whoo)

82 ContributorsBABY DADDY Lyrics Uh Tell your baby daddy I'm richer (30, you a fool for this one) Bitch, I don't wanna sip liquor Stop tryna pressure my niggas Just left the club, that shit was weak Grab me a ho off the street, huh Wait 'til I leave, I'm finna fuck, beat it 'til I fall asleep (Woo) Your baby daddy a sucker, ayy, your baby daddy a buster, ayy Your baby daddy so broke, he hit the plug for a free line of coke I'm 30 deep with the whole gang, pull up, we bringin' the pain Fuckin' a bitch, grabbin' her throat, poppin' out all of her veins Ride a Maybach, not a Mustang, nut on her face, fuck up her bangs Choke-slam a nigga, like I was Kane, choppa, it sing like ZAYN Shoot out the roof, no aim Shoot out the roof, no aim I want the guap, you can have fame I make them blue hunnids sing (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Two choppas with me, I don't use no pistols (Brr, ooh) Big, fat Backwood, it look like a missile (Yuh, ooh) My bitches come when I go blow the whistle (Brr) Your girl gave me top, and then you gon' kiss her (Damn) Yeah, I walked in and I'm drippin', it's Fiji (Ooh) Too much ice on me, the doctor come see me (Damn) Niggas hate on me, they wish they could be me (Oh shit) All my cars foreign and they ain't got no ceiling (Woo) Blow two hunnid bands in a night (Yeah) Show you how I'm livin' life (Ooh!) Fuck five hoes, I ain't got a wife (Damn) Bust down on Napoleon Dynamite (Yeah) Glacier on my neck, I don't need a light Pour eight in a two liter, I ain't thinkin' twice Smoke 20 blunts, yeah, I'm feelin' like a fuckin' kite (Brr) Put my dick in her, oh shit, yeah, her pussy tight (Chea, chea, ooh) See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Your baby daddy a sucker, ayy, your baby daddy a buster, ayy Your baby daddy so broke, he hit the plug for a free line of coke I'm 30 deep with the whole gang, pull up, we bringin' the pain Fuckin' a bitch, grabbin' her throat, poppin' out all of her veins Ride a Maybach, not a Mustang, nut on her face, fuck up her bangs Choke-slam a nigga, like I was Kane, choppa, it sing like ZAYN Shoot out the roof, no aim (Brr, brr) Shoot out the roof, no aim (Hey!) I want the guap, you can have fame I made them blue hunnids sing (Offset!) I make them blue hunnids talk (Talk to me) Pinky ring white, look like chalk (White) I got your bitch, I just bought (Bought) How much you think in my vault? (How much?) Chopper with the pump, it got sawed (Brr) Patek cost a hunnid, oh, Lord (Patek gang) Diamond VVSs, whoa, whoa (Whoa) My pockets double-stuffed, it overload (Overload) Slidin' on your bitch in a peacoat (Slide) Super Bowl on my fist, subzero (Slide) Black Bentayga, it's a emo (Woo) Shootin' dice in Vegas, shoot a free-throw (Whoa) Bombs in the trap like a C4 (Bombs) Fuck her in her mouth, wanna de-load (Uhh) Bitch I'm not the sheep, I'm the big G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.) Go and check the peephole (Woo) Your baby daddy a sucker, ayy, your baby daddy a buster, ayy Your baby daddy so broke (Woo, woo, woo, woo), he hit the plug for a free line of coke (Hey) I'm thirty deep with the whole gang, pull up, we bringin' the pain (Gang, gang, gang) Fuckin' a bitch, grabbin' her throat, poppin' out all of her veins (We did) Ride a Maybach, not a Mustang, nut on her face, fuck up her bangs (Gah) Choke-slam a nigga, like I was Kane, choppa, it sing like ZAYN (Brr) Shoot out the roof, no aim (Brr) Shoot out the roof, no aim (Brr) I want the guap, you can have fame (Guap, guap, guap), I made them blue hunnids sing (Hey!)

56 ContributorsTranslationsEspañolPortuguês한국어​the ride- Lyrics Hoo, uh, don't ask no questions on the ride Makin' eye contact is suicide, yeah When I'm alone with my thoughts, I'm terrified That's why I need you here, just by my side, yeah A quick zoom to the moon, come along and ride, yeah Baby, if you scared of heights, just close your eyes It get lonely at the top, baby, come inside Baby, bust it open for me, don't be shy Hoo, uh, don't ask no questions on the ride Makin' eye contact is suicide, yeah When I'm alone with my thoughts, I'm terrifiеd That's why I need you here, just by my side, yеah A quick zoom to the moon, come along and ride, yeah Feel my void (Fill my void), feel my void (Fill my void) Feel my— (Whoa, fill my) Feel my void (Fill my void), feel my void (Fill my void) Feel my— I feel empty, riding on E A shopping spree may fill the V, V as in void Speaking of void, I may avoid all of my boys That doesn't work, it's unemployed, now I'm annoyed All of the things I once enjoyed doesn't bring joy It just bring noise, it just bring noise It just bring noise, it just bring noise It just bring noise, it just bring noise It just bring noise, it just bring noise (Nice) See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Hoo, yeah Don't ask no questions on the ride Makin' eye contact is suicide (Suicide), yeah When I'm alone with my thoughts, I'm terrified That's why I need you here, just by my side, yeah A quick zoom to the moon, come along and ride, yeah A quick zoom to the moon— Come along and ride, yeah

52 ContributorsBentley Coupe Lyrics Haan? (Absolutely) And I just nutted on Trinity (Haan?, bitch) Bitch you not you, you a mini-me Fuck up that fuck up in any facility (Hoo!) Suckin' on dick must be your main ability (Damn!) Hatin' ass nigga, ol' fakin' ass nigga I'll fry you on a pan, ol' bacon ass nigga (Bow!) Beggin' ass nigga, lyin' on your figures You don't pull triggers, nigga, you such a bitch (No! Bitch) You don't pull triggers, you such a snitch (Haan? Bitch) Neck full of water, my diamonds glist' (Burr) I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (Skrr, yeah) I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (Haan? Skrt) I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (Skrt) I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (Skrt) It's Gucci! Let's go I might go cop me a- (Lil Boat, skrt-skrt-skrt) I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (Haan?) I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (It's Gucci! Burr) I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (Haan?) I might go cop me a skrt-skrt-skrt (Go! Lil Boat!) See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like I might go cop me a don, don (Haan?) In the hood I'm like LeBron It's so much ice on my watch and my pinky That haters wanna cut off my arm (Burr) Way too much sauce, I'm like Uzi, Uzi Water drippin', I'm jacuzzi, 'cuzzi (Bling) She suckin' it up like a smoothie, smoothie (Haan?) I think I'm in love like Choosey Susie (Damn) Haters sayin' what they gon' do to me (What?) Beefin' with niggas not new to me (No!) Watch what you say now, Gucci don't play now EA my playground, I love how the K sound (Graow, graow) Me and Lil Yachty in Nautica (Nautica) Polar bear, Gucci, Antarctica (BRRR!) 20 chains on like Mardi Gras (Bling!) Woke up this mornin', bought another car (Damn!) Too much pressure will smother yah (Hoo!) You know the real niggas don't fuck with ya (No) We spillin' Ace of Spades on the furniture (Haan) And I'll wet a nigga up like a water gun (Grra-grra, Wop) So many Rollies, got my brother one (Brr) Bust at your boy, get another gun (Pa-pow) I raised you lil' boys, you my other sons (Woo!) Guwop just spazzed out on another one, Wop! (Yeah) I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (Skrt-skrt) I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (Skrt) I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (Skrt-skrt) I might go cop me a- (Lil Boat, skrt-skrt-skrt) I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (Lil Boat!) I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (Yuh) I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (Yuh, yuh) I might go cop me a skrt-skrt-skrt (Uh! Uh!) Ayy (Lil Boat) Niggas be mad 'cause I'm richer I'll spit on your sister, I pity Marissa (Yeah) She should've fucked with me back when I ain't had shit (Bitch) Now my money sittin' tall on giraffe shit (Hah!) Shout out them Southside bloods in Jurassic (Brrt) Ask how I'm doin', bitch nigga, I'm fantastic (I'm Gucci) Just got a new bitch, she like doin' gymnastics (Yeah) I wrap up that sack with a string of elastic (Yeah, yeah, Lil Boat!) Yeah, I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (Skrrt!) I might go cop me some spinners too (Skrt-skrt-skrt) These hatin' ass rappin' ass niggas be mad They mad 'cause niggas is no longer into you (Time's up) Damn, your money short like an interlude (Lil' money!) Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do (Lil Boat!) Got a crew with amenities, touch me, they strokin' me (Okay) They look at Boat like he the holy trinity (Uh!) But I encourage philanthropy (Yeah) Yeah and I ball when I rap like I'm Master P (Swish) If one more old ass nigga say somethin' 'bout 2Pac or Biggie (Yeah, yeah) I might lose my sanity Lil Boat! (Bitch!) Nah, for real, man, I don't know nothin' about that shit, man Stop askin' me 'bout that shit, ain't gon' tell y'all too many times Man, I'm young and I'm rich You prolly mad 'cause your kids keep playin' me They not gon' stop playin' me It's Lil Boat, bitch Suck my dick

78 ContributorsBOOM! Lyrics 30, you a fool for this one Run it up, mhm I finally realized why you niggas hatin' Niggas ain't gettin' no money, man 'Cause when you ain't gettin' no money, you know what I'm sayin', like You know what I'm sayin', stressed out, you know what I'm sayin' You stressed out when you get no money We stressless over here, niggas is stress free Yup, ayy, yup, ayy, yup, ayy Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy, yuh, yuh yuh Yuh, yuh, yuh, damn, yuh, okay, yuh Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh God, Boat, God, Boat And that lil' car go fast (Fast) and that lil' car go zoom (Zoom) That lil' bitch got a fat ass (Ass), took that lil' bitch to the room (Whoo) My niggas walked in with sticks (Sticks), my niggas walked in with brooms (Brooms) Try to take one of my chains (Yeah), all you gon' hear is a boom (Boom) Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! (Damn) Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! (Grr) Don't give a fuck 'bout your clique, uh Y'all can get hit with the boom (Boom) Don't give a fuck 'bout the bitch, uh Give her the dick, then I zoom (Skrr) See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like I'm like "Whoops", huh, I might peel off in a coupe, huh Nigga better not take my chain, huh, blow that bitch up like a nuke, huh I do this shit for my mama, my mama told me don't forget 'bout my roots (Huh) I just been countin' my commas, talk down I'ma stomp that boy out in my boots (Huh) Hop in the whip and go vroom, nigga talk down, I go boom I won't even break a sweat, I'ma just call up my goons Get yo ass gone for the low, my shooters gon' ride to the Moon Then I'ma fuck on ya ho, take that bitch back to the room Ayy, I'ma shoot shots if you talk down on my name I don't miss shots, but my choppa got aim Old money, but it don't walk with a cane VVS diamonds, just talk to my chain Yeah I beat her back out, it get knocked out the frame Fuck my old whip, had to cop me a Range She don't fuck with me right now, but as soon as I drop Guarantee she gon' fly for the fame And that lil' car go fast (Fast) and that lil' car go zoom (Zoom) That lil' bitch got a fat ass (Ass), took that lil' bitch to the room (Whoo) My niggas walked in with sticks (Sticks), my niggas walked in with brooms (Brooms) Try to take one of my chains (Yeah), all you gon' hear is a boom (Boom) Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! (Damn) Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! (Grr) Don't give a fuck 'bout your clique, uh Y'all can get hit with the boom (Boom) Don't give a fuck 'bout the bitch, uh Give her the dick, then I zoom (Skrr) Drop and roll (Ooh, ooh), death row (Ooh) I bought six cars before 20, uh Gave her that dick, now she love me (Ooh) Gave her that dick, now she love me Lean in the glass, like it's bubbly, huh These niggas hate that I'm rich, huh These niggas hate on my bitch, yeah (Guck it) Fuck with that fuck up (Damn) Fuck, then I dip, 'cause she stuck up (Ooh) Crowd hands up like a stick-up (Yeah) Hit the flick of the wrist, huh Bank on Lemony Snicket, huh (Ooh) Ice on my neck, cost a ticket, huh (Ooh) Your career rocky like ridges, huh (Ooh) Test me, you gon' need some stitches That goes for any of you bitches (Lil Boat) Chopsticks (Ooh), nigga, get beat up in the moshpits (Yeah) Leave a nigga lumpy, like cheese grits (Yeah) Dick 'bout as long as four fish sticks (Ooh) Middle finger to a cop, racist pig that can suck on my cock Big rocks all inside of my watch, that's not a Rolex, my nigga, that's Swatch And that lil' car go fast (Fast) and that lil' car go zoom (Zoom) That lil' bitch got a fat ass (Ass), took that lil' bitch to the room (Whoo) My niggas walked in with sticks (Sticks), my niggas walked in with brooms (Brooms) Try to take one of my chains (Yeah), all you gon' hear is a boom (Boom) Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! (Damn) Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! (Grr) Don't give a fuck 'bout your clique, uh Y'all can get hit with the boom (Boom) Don't give a fuck 'bout the bitch, uh Give her the dick, then I zoom (Skrr) Skrr, skrr, skrr Skrr, skrr

72 ContributorsShoot Out the Roof Lyrics Yeah, I see everything that happens You know what I’m sayin'? I see all you little niggas, jockin' and bitin' style Niggas ain’t me, bruh, niggas can’t be me Nigga won't be, you feel me? I know you niggas wanna be part of the game, but you niggas can’t be me The fuck, nigga? Like, I only got one little brother in this motherfucker, you feel me? Only got one little brother in this motherfucker that’s rockin' wit' me, nigga (JBan$) The rest of you little niggas, you little niggas is just biting swag, nigga Gimme my swag back, I don’t fuck with these niggas Nigga you ain't Uzi, you ain't Carti, damn sure not me Never on the scene, what you mean? Nigga, yadda mean Ballin' like Yao Ming, paint her face, nigga, just like Sting Came up poppin' beans, then I dropped it 'cause I'm not a fiend All you niggas wanna be me, rub the pussy for a genie Your bank account lookin' teeny, Tina Turner, big burner Young nigga too rich for a fight, new crib on a kite Penthouse, living large, youse a broke boy rapping 'bout a dream You ain't never shot the steam, stop lyin' to the teens Big Benz, too clean, three thousand dollar jeans Three times three, nine in the jeans, spent that on my sister Ghost ride the old Fisker, ball hard like Derek Fisher Ridin' 'round with my niggas, ridin' 'round with my niggas All my niggas do is See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Shoot out the roof, shoot out the roof Shoot out the roof, shoot out the roof Shoot out the roof, shoot out the roof Shoot out the roof, shoot out the roof Shoot out the roof, shoot out the roof Shoot out the roof, shoot out the roof Niggas sneaky like mice Just got a new bitch, white with a little black like dice Niggas think I'm too nice, I'll still slap a nigga next year Wait 'til I switch the gear, nigga never checked the rear Nah, cause I'm only going one way, one way, bitch, on the runway Six bitches want me, nigga, thats a fun day All my niggas with me they keep gunplay, gunplay Lil Boat Shoot out the roof, shoot out the roof Shoot out the roof, shoot out the roof Shoot out the roof, shoot out the roof Shoot out the roof, shoot out the roof Shoot out the roof, shoot out the roof Shoot out the roof, shoot out the roof

44 ContributorsPretty (SS2) Lyrics 1Mind I stroll through cities, gang, they stay with me But never have I seen someone so pretty like you Every dream I seem I have is always 'bout you Oh Beautiful soul with good energy I kept it real with you, never pretend to be anything that I was not I just want you at my spot I just want you with me now Where are you now? Tell me what town Fly you up out of your city Just so that I can look at you and tell you you're pretty, you know So many thoughts that I have Just wanna take you and show yo' ass off to my city You lookin' so pretty, you act so sadity I love when you with me, you shittin' on bitches Oh, you shittin' on bitches And when we together, we shittin' on every Mr. and Mrs Ain't no bitch nowhere that could replace your kisses You put Lil' Boat in his zone, I'll never leave you alone Pack up your bags and come to my city I'll move you right into my home And I fuck with you 'cause, babygirl, you is never running through my phone See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like I stroll through cities, gang, they stay with me But never have I seen someone so pretty like you Every dream I seem I have is always 'bout you Oh I know you done been through a lot But trust me when I say that I’m there for you I know you done been through the pain and the struggle So, baby, just let me take care of you We can go fly off to Paris We could double date with Perry We can make love on a ferry Buy you the shoes where the heels red like cherries, oh And when you havin' a bad day I'll hold you tight straight through the night Cheer you up when you be down We can go run up the town I work so hard just so that we can flex on 'em Like look at me now Tried to shit on me back then That was back then, I remember when Fuck 'em we ball, it's just me and you Never need nobody, pull off in big body Queen of my life, girl, I see you Girl, I promise that I need you I stroll through cities, gang, they stay with me But never have I seen someone so pretty like you Every dream I seem I have is always 'bout you Oh Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Let me take care of you We should make One and one equal two, whoa-whoa-whoa Never been a fan of goodbye Rather put two and two together like x and y Want you there every morning to tie my ties 'Cause being with you is like being on a wild roller coaster ride How many nights can I go without seeing your pretty face? We could do it anywhere, you pick the time and the place You’re my little freak, I always want you in my space Every moment I spend with you, there's nothing I'd erase I stroll through cities, gang, they stay with me But never have I seen someone so pretty like you Every dream I seem I have is always 'bout you Oh Don't you fall on me, babygirl Stand tall for me, babygirl Don't you evolve on me, babygirl Oh, oh Please don't you fall on me, babygirl Please stand tall for me, babygirl Don't you evolve on me, babygirl Oh, oh, oh You mean it all to me, babygirl Don't you fall on me, babygirl Stand tall for me, babygirl Oh, oh, oh You don't do nothing Don't you evolve

62 ContributorsNo Hook Lyrics Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy Lil Boat Yeah, ooooh, uhh, woah Never thought that I would ever make it this far Dropped out of school and started swerving foreign cars Young reckless nigga catch me standing on the bar I remember back in high school I was servin' bars When my bro got locked up he had 30 in the jar Ayy, 30 grams Ayy, yeah, gram slam Watch me when I pull up, I'ma pull up trans-am They call me trans-am shawty (Trans-am) Migo gang worth a 40 (Damn) I'm feelin' like I am Jeff Hardy (Hardy) Look what you niggas just started (Look) When I fuck her I bet I record it (Smash) Chop a brick like I'm Chuck (Who) Chop a brick like I'm Chuck Norris (Ayy) See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Might cop a crib in the forest (Mansion) I flew your bitch out the state and she started takin' pictures like a tourist (Flash) We made a song with no chorus (Ooh) My boy got more plants than a florist (Ooh) I got a bitch in Japan (Japan) I just fucked up 30 bands (Damn) I thumb it straight to my hand (Ayy) Money go straight to my hand (Money) Sold out shows in Japan (Sold out) Her pussy leakin' on the Xans (Splash) Lil Engine could but I can (Ayy) Ayy, I'm on top like a space shuttle Came from the bottom like a pillar Two hoes on me, I'm in the middle (Ayy) I'm a real robber (Real) havin' pill problems (Pill) I'ma finesse doctor (Graa, graa), solvin' problems (Graa) My bitch want a bag (Bitch) I can't get it, she mad at me (Damn) Woke up in the mornin' got her diamonds, 10 carats I was in the trap bird singin' no parrots (Brrr) Free my brother Nino out there servin' crack addicts (Nino) Free my brother Nino out there makin' trap magic (Nino) 50 thousand got a pussy nigga flabbergasted (Pussy) Bricks hiding in a casket (Bricks) 5000 for my glasses (Five) Beat the box, no Cassius (Beat) My niggas pullin' up with masters (Pull up) Came in the world dabbin' (Came in) Quavo, Lil Yachty, got fashion (Lil Yachty) You niggas slower than molasses (Slow) Once you eat it up you is an addict (Eat it) I should have played with the Mavericks (Mavericks) Bricks on a boat, my brother Lil Boat (Ayy) He wanted it so bad I served him with soap (Soap) He wanted it so bad I served him with soap (Soap) Got so many chains I can swing on a rope All these broke niggas hatin' on Boat (Boat) Pussy niggas need to learn how to cope (Ooh) 25 for a young nigga coat (Uh) Runnin' round with Young Quavo, we with it (Ride) All these bitches lookin' at us, they 'bout it (Bitch) Niggas talkin', said I'm next, I don't doubt it (Niggas) Ayy, ayy, ayy Lil Boat and Lil Quavo Ayy, ayy Lil Boat and Lil Quavo, yeah I put them bricks on a boat I put them bricks on a boat Quavo name Huncho I put them bricks on a boat Realest shit I never wrote Realest shit I never wrote I put this shit on the boat This the realest shit I ever spoke

38 ContributorsCoffin Lyrics (Buddah bless this beat) It's us (Hit 'em with the Jab) Strappin' the keeper, mm, uh, keepin' the keys on, uh Keepin' the keys to the WAP when I pull out (Boys) Go, okay, slatt, okay, damn, 'crete, 'kay Keepin' the keys to the coupe when I pull out (Brrt) Gimme the keys to the 'crete when I pull out ('Crete, 'crete) Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out (Skrrt) Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma (Skrrt, uh) Go, I'm on the top of this shit (Yeah) Okay, okay (Earl on thе Beat), okay (Concrete Boys) Gimmе the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out Gotta wear condoms 'cause I do not pull out (Ew) Walk in the spot, fifty deep with the tool out They know that it's us, show out at the cookout (Slatt, go) We gettin' money, don't care 'bout what they on (Us) Finger fuck hunnids at home all alone In a suit with a stick like Capone (Beep) Bo for the Jackson, like Shamone I took the chrome to chrome (Shamone) I took his bitch, I boned (Beezy) I made her leave her phone, yes (Yeah, oh) Who said we ain't made records? (Go) Rich-ass still eatin' Checkers Still pull up, double decker (Boys) Still control the whole Mecca Still that nigga, still (Still) I still fuck her, I will (Will) Might put this bitch in my will (Will) (Wait, hold on, you're gon' do what? You're trippin', nigga, I'm from, nigga) Us, chill Fuckin' this bitch in the hills I ain't even lick her, she wet as an eel Ew, nigga, I'm just talkin' (Oh my God) Get on these beats and I'm not even rappin' I'm literally flossin' and walkin' (Walk) Get on these beats that I'm literally walkin' On God, I really be flossin' (Walk) Bitch in the sheets, hit that bitch from the back Put the pussy inside of a coffinSee Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like

60 ContributorsTERMINATOR Lyrics That be Maaly Raw! Damn, I might just fuck on my Uber driver Deep in that bitch like a scuba diver Hit buddy boy with the neutralizer Terminate, terminate, Schwarzenegger I'm Fergenstein, I'm the Ferginator I fuck the pussy, you masturbator Diamonds is cut like a gladiator Terminate, terminate, terminate Tryna come to a young nigga crib It's the last button on the elevator And my bed so far from my kitchen I might build me an escalator I rock the fur like an eskimo You wanna fuck me? Bitch, yes or no? Wait... you wanna fuck me? Bitch, yes or yes? Wait! Terminate, terminate Hold on, my yacht got an elevator Nigga try to stick me for my paper I keep my diamonds in the fridgerator Hold on, terminate, terminate Fergie be barkin' like I'm omega She suck me like Now & Later She ask me if I want it now or later Carlton dancin' on my Cartier Will Smithin', I'm the Fresh Prince Hold on, I mean the king 'cause I'm destined Hood Pope ain't got time for peasants You better bow at my presence See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Terminate, terminate, terminate Your lil' bitch's face is a sperm bank Woah, I don't believe in the term, "Can't" Coast on the block with a gold shank Earnin' my goat rank Pull up in No Limit army tank She see my hair, bet that bitch faint, Lil Boat! Terminate, terminate, terminate, damn No combo, I need my green eggs and ham This Fergie Ferg, I'm from the Hungry Ham She make dick disappear like Alakazam Ugh, terminate, terminate, terminate Make that lil bitch face a sperm bank Swimmin' in that pussy like a mermaid Swaggin' like err day my birthday Terminate, terminate, Terminator Yacht Master Boat and the Ferginator You can't shit on me, boy you a constipator Came from the 6 with my brothers Got MCM covers, I love fuckin' mothers Gold chains for my brothers, I ride for my gang 22 diamonds, salsa in the chain Don't you dare ever talk down on my name Bitch, lil' bitch I got several spots like a cheetah One where I stay with Anita And one where I fuck on Jaquita Hold on man, you mean Shaquita? I beat her I beat that pussy up, she sing like Aretha You're upper echelon? I don't believe yah Me and Yachty rich, still eatin' pizza Hood Pope and Lil Boat, I sing like a preacher Open my mouth and it feel like a freezer Airport, that lil' bitch, she came from Ibiza In the PJ 'cause she ain't got a visa Ugh, terminate, terminate, terminate Make that lil bitch face a sperm bank Swimmin' in that pussy like a mermaid Swaggin' like err day my birthday Terminate, terminate, Terminator Young Master Boat and the Ferginator You can't shit on me, boy you a constipator Uh, uh, uh, uh Lil Boat!

73 ContributorsTranslationsEspañolPolski​pRETTy Lyrics Come bust this pussy open (Ha) I am so pretty (Ha) I feel so pretty (Ha) I'm so damn pretty (So pretty, so pretty, so pretty) I feel so pretty (Ooh) Hmm, hmm, hmm Let's go to Sunset City, go to Sun-city Woke up on the right side, I feel so pretty Kiss my girl on her thighs, grab on her titties I know that they despise, I feel so sexy If someone say I'm not, must have not met me Warm you up when it's cold, you call me bestie Don't test me, I'm too sexy (Ha) I am so pretty (Ha) I feel so pretty (Ha) I'm so damn pretty (So pretty, so pretty, so pretty) I feel so pretty (Ooh) So pretty, yeah, he like my curly hair Wrinkled off the crease, I keep a pleated piece, yeah She's a keeper, so I throw out the receipt Jeepers Creepers, swear these niggas so spooky (Hee) Said "I'd die for this pussy," RIP (Ah) Didn't lie, that dick put me right to sleep (Put me right to sleep, ah) Skin so smooth, moisturized (That's some coco cream) Fuck, yeah, you're pretty, what am I? (Yeah, uh-huh) See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like You know you've always been my favorite You've always told me to enjoy my seconds on earth with tea The most important moments in life aren't when you're born and when you die But when you met me, when we became us

66 ContributorsDirty Mouth Lyrics Man, I'm on some shit right now I'm on some, some, some rich nigga shit Some millionaire shit 'Cause lot of these niggas is pussy All these niggas is broke I know these niggas is not doing what they pretend to be Suck my dick, bitch I don't really care about my enemies My new crib came with amenities You gotta pay for my energy You gotta pay for my ohh, ehh Don't make me pop up the trunk Don't make me two hand the pump Don't make me call up my bro Pull up in that junk and go dump, dump, dump I dress so these niggas can see me I know your lil' bro wanna be me I know your lil' sister wanna freak me That's probably why you wanna shoot me That's why your auntie is a groupie Send me pictures of her coochie She said they nicknamed her juicy 'Cause she keep a wet pussy Pussy nigga don't push me I pull up deep, not just me I brought a brand new chain That shit dance like N-Sync, Justin I saw your Rolex, brother That bullshit started rustin' None of you niggas impress me None of you niggas would press me I get more pussy than Preston My niggas bang red paisley, that's for real I made a full million off my deal I made a full 5 out the next Stupid bitch tried to front on my name I screenshotted every single text Bitch I bite like a T-Rex My future bitch look better than my next My next bitch look like a top model She suck dick like a baby bottle See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like I'ma tell you like this, man Youngest nigga in this motherfucker, man I'm not askin' for your respect I give a fuck if you fuck with me, nigga I got M's, nigga I'm talkin' 'bout the letter before N, nigga M's, bitch boy I didn't ask for respect, no All I care about it my check Louis Vuitton on my sneakers My main bitch a diva, she is a dick pleaser Uh, I never miss like I'm Curry Yeah, can't eat that pussy if it's furry My bitch pussy pink just like Kirby My bitch suck it up just like Kirby She drives whips like it's Kentucky Derby She tote pistols so no one can hurt me Don't even try it though I hit your mama at the Hyatt House Then I offered her Waffle House That bitch could never see my penthouse Shit that's just a fact I nutted all on her back I nutted all on her tracks Slid my black card through her cracks Nasty young nigga, I'm all in it Posted on the block in a ball fitted Posted on the block with the same niggas I got that guap and it change niggas Rappin' ass niggas love Dracos I love the AR 'cause its range different Ain't supposed to talk about guns 'Cause I gotta lot of shit goin' I was trying to be the nice guy Until these niggas thought I was hoein' These niggas thought I was pussy I had to show 'em I'm 'bout it I put that bitch on my Snapchat Watch how she start feelin' clouted She gon' suck everyone around me Fresh as hell like I wash laundry with Bounty I can't front like I didn't come from my county I know where I'm from, I'm my daddy's son I never switched up one time Pick up that back end now it's ice time This boujee bitch said that she's hungry Well stupid lil' bitch it's rice time Lil' Boat

52 ContributorsHit Bout It Lyrics (Yeah, yeah, go) Woke up feelin' shiesty I'm on a, uh (Go) Yeah, okay Who the hell is- (Grrr, grrr, grrr, grrr) Yeah, uh Woke up, feelin' shiesty, give me that pussy nicely (Go) Hundred thousand on an ice piece, finna fuck a Pisces (Mm) Fifty hoes wanna be wifey, that's just too unlikely Pull up six deep just like the Isleys, pick your next move wisely (Go) They say talk is cheap, but fuck that, my convo pricey (Yeah) Two hundred racks inside a shoebox, bitch, these ain't no Nikes (Ooh) She think I'm finna trick, I told her, "Don't get too excited" Nigga touch one hair on top of my head, them boys incitin' riots I fuck her from the back and grip her neck, this bitch can't keep quiet (Ah) The big bad hood you said you from is lookin' mighty quiet (Shut up) I only eat my main bitch pussy, I'm on a straight diet My shooter lookin' like a center, homie 6'5" Could kill me once, could even kill me twice, shit, I got six lives (Yeah) I'm thinkin' of movin' to Africa, and marry six wives (Yeah) I'm in New York, we still got several poles and seven big knives (Uh) Might take his life for tellin' several lies, can't let shit fly (Fuck) 'Cause if we do, he'll tell the next guy, and then it's all bad (Uh) Who said that you could come around this side without a hall pass? (Uh) I used to tweak, pourin' fours and Wock' inside a wine glass These niggas burnt, outchea' poppin' Xans for a bypass (Who the hell is-) I see you niggas every single time like an eyelash (Uh) Bitch said she like athletes, so I walked in with them thigh pads I'm paranoid, I can't hang out for long, bitch, I'm a nomad (Uh) Christmas came around, and I had bought my steppers doormats (Uh) Inside the whip, the seats is bright orange like the Lorax (Fuck) I'm built tough, was made to be outside just like Gore-Tex I should make a song about Ferraris, I don't do 'Vettes (Fuck) My brother need a new Tek, my mama want a new bag These niggas flip-flop every week, they in a new set (Fuck) I know these niggas hate me 'cause I run around like a nuisance Too fly, over niggas heads like an air vent Where I'm from, it's one way in and out just like a camp tent See Lil Yachty LiveGet tickets as low as $20You might also like Put a convertible on the Glock, it look like Lamborghini (Yeah) Put a convertible on the Glock, it look like Lamborghini I just told lil' baby to bop before my girl see me (Who the hell is-) Pull that lil' stack, get niggas whacked, you better not look for pinky In and out the trap that's where I stay, but I ain't one sleepin' I'm totin' an SK for no reason, all my opps are dead I got rubies on my teeth and plus my Molly's red I'ma drop his ass soon as I see him, it ain't no discussion Told her it ain't nothin' to get her a bust down if that pussy bussin' All of a sudden, bitches love me 'cause I'm gettin' money I'ma punish any nigga decide to stand in front of me I was spendin' bands before it was a trend from the ugly Always got revenge, if I ain't get my man, I got his cousin They know I made my woodwork, hop out with a Oak Haters poppin' out the woodwork, but they wanna prope Talkin' straight gas nigga, I want all the smoke I just told Lil Yachty to scoot over, let me drive the boat AR with the scope 'cause the Cartier's nearsighted Just got a nigga yoked, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it Hittin' the missionary she start yellin', tell her, "Be quiet" I'm with Lil Yachty, we got twin 'Raris We don't fuck with niggas, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it (Who the hell is-) We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it I ain't passin' my reefer, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it I ain't doin' no features, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it (Hit 'bout it, hit 'bout it)