| ************************************************** | |
| Traffic[Intro: Lil Reese] | |
| We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action | |
| He not bout' that life man, catch him in traffic | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action (that action) | |
| He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic (skrrt) | |
| We ain't really with that talking, bitch we love that action (that action) | |
| I lost so many niggas, turned into a savage (let's get it) | |
| And real life, no movie shit, bitch we clap (bitch we clap) | |
| Where I'm from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic (as a tragic) | |
| Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic (dramatic) | |
| And where I'm from that's 300, normal spelled backwards (let's get it) | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Letting a nigga goon me, I can't imagine (no) | |
| But I'm out here in these streets, catch me in traffic (skrrt) | |
| My niggas shoot for free, they'll let you have it (man down) | |
| My niggas do it for me, ain't no way around it (let's get it) | |
| Blood hound for that money, bitch I gotta have it | |
| Going crazy, 20's, 50's, 100's, bitch I'm cashing (I'm cashing) | |
| And I ain't really with the talking, bitch I'm money stacking (let's get it) | |
| And he ain't really bout' that life, cause he don't love that action (that action) | |
| And they don't come from where I come from, they wasn't born a savage (savage) | |
| Late night shit, catch him in traffic | |
| I ain't really gotta talk, bitch catch me in traffic (skrrt) | |
| And you know I got it on me, so I'm never lackin' (no) | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action (that action) | |
| He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic (skrrt) | |
| We ain't really with that talking, bitch we love that action (that action) | |
| I lost so many niggas, turned into a savage (let's get it) | |
| And real life, no movie shit, bitch we clap (bitch we clap) | |
| Where I'm from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic (as a tragic) | |
| Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic (dramatic) | |
| And where I'm from that's 300, normal spelled backwards (let's get it) | |
| [Verse 2: Chief Keef] | |
| We don't really play, homie we about gun action (bang bang) | |
| Pistols get to flappin', ball like the Mavericks (swish) | |
| Chief Keef bitch I'm savage, I'm paper stackin' (Sosa baby) | |
| Pistols get to clappin', niggas get to lappin' (bang bang) | |
| Bad bitches packed up inside a Maxima (yeah) | |
| That bitch gon' give me neck, neck like a Dracula (top) | |
| Fuck nigga talk shit, delete him, no schedule (graah) | |
| That bitch want some ransom, she say I'm handsome (beep) | |
| I need me a dancer to come and dance up (let's get it) | |
| On me while I'm wildin' and I'm throwing sets up (O'Block) | |
| I need me a dancer to come and dance up (let's get it) | |
| On me while I'm wildin' and throwing sets up (300) | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action (that action) | |
| He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic (skrrt) | |
| We ain't really with that talking, bitch we love that action (that action) | |
| I lost so many niggas, turned into a savage (let's get it) | |
| And real life, no movie shit, bitch we clap (bitch we clap) | |
| Where I'm from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic (as a tragic) | |
| Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic (dramatic) | |
| And where I'm from that's 300, normal spelled backwards (let's get it) | |
| [Outro: Lil Reese] | |
| We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action | |
| He not bout' that life man, catch him in traffic28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Us[Chorus] | |
| At the top it's just us nigga | |
| But I don't really trust niggas | |
| OTF it's just us nigga | |
| But I don't really trust niggas | |
| GBE we don't fuck with niggas | |
| At the top where you see us nigga | |
| Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas | |
| Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| From a bitch I want top nigga | |
| Fuck a opp we send shots nigga | |
| Bullets coming non-stop nigga | |
| At the top I don't see you niggas | |
| And I'm steady rolling up swishers | |
| If it's a problem we ain't get the issue | |
| My niggas they will deal withcha | |
| I ain't even gotta deal witcha | |
| Since a youngin been a real nigga | |
| Smoke I blow nothing but kill nigga | |
| And bitch I'm in the field, nigga | |
| You might get killed, nigga | |
| [Chorus] | |
| At the top it's just us nigga | |
| But I don't really trust niggas | |
| OTF it's just us nigga | |
| But I don't really trust niggas | |
| GBE we don't fuck with niggas | |
| At the top where you see us nigga | |
| Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas | |
| Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas | |
| A small circle with no new niggas | |
| Because I dont really trust niggas | |
| GBE it's just us nigga | |
| And she just wanna fuck with us | |
| So much kush keep me stuck nigga | |
| In other words high as fuck nigga | |
| Life’s a movie, I'mma priceless picture | |
| 400 for the belt nigga | |
| Right or wrong you'll get left nigga | |
| For that bag you'll get left nigga | |
| For my niggas you'll get left nigga | |
| [Chorus] | |
| At the top it's just us nigga | |
| But I don't really trust niggas | |
| OTF it's just us nigga | |
| But I don't really trust niggas | |
| GBE we don't fuck with niggas | |
| At the top where you see us nigga | |
| Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas | |
| Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Beef[Intro] | |
| 300, bitch, that's the team | |
| (300, bitch, that's the team) | |
| In the field, we play for keeps | |
| (In the field, we play for keeps) | |
| 300, bitch, that's the team | |
| (300, bitch, that's the team) | |
| OTF and GBE | |
| (OTF and GBE) | |
| 300, bitch, that's the team | |
| (300, bitch, that's the team) | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef | |
| (Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) | |
| In the field, we play for keeps | |
| (In the field, we play for keeps) | |
| OTF and GBE | |
| (OTF and GBE) | |
| 300, bitch that's the team | |
| (300, bitch, that's the team) | |
| Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef | |
| (Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) | |
| In the field, we play for keeps | |
| (In the field, we play for keeps) | |
| OTF and GBE | |
| (OTF and GBE) | |
| 300, bitch that's the team | |
| (300, bitch, that's the team) | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| On that money, sprint to that green | |
| (On that money, sprint to that green) | |
| 300, bitch, that's the team | |
| (300, bitch, that's the team) | |
| Infrared, yeah, we love them beams | |
| (Infrared, yeah, we love them beams, man down) | |
| My niggas thirsty, I love that team | |
| (My niggas thirsty, I love that team) | |
| Ain't playin' fair, so we keep them things | |
| (Ain't playin' fair, so we keep them things) | |
| I'm out here, no hide and seek | |
| (I'm out here, no hide and seek) | |
| Banded up in my Republic jeans | |
| (Banded up in my Republic jeans) | |
| Got some new niggas that'll ride for me | |
| (Got some new niggas that'll ride for me) | |
| I neva stack, I'm 2414 | |
| (I neva stack, I'm 2414) | |
| Like D. Rose, I'm on point for my team | |
| (Like D. Rose, I'm on point for my team) | |
| He a stain, yeah, we love them things | |
| (He a stain, yeah, we love them things) | |
| Ain't shit sweet, you'll get left on the scene | |
| (Ain't shit sweet, you'll get left on the scene) | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef | |
| (Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) | |
| In the field, we play for keeps | |
| (In the field, we play for keeps) | |
| OTF and GBE | |
| (OTF and GBE) | |
| 300, bitch that's the team | |
| (300, bitch, that's the team) | |
| Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef | |
| (Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) | |
| In the field, we play for keeps | |
| (In the field, we play for keeps) | |
| OTF and GBE | |
| (OTF and GBE) | |
| 300, bitch that's the team | |
| (300, bitch, that's the team) | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Durk] | |
| Where I'm from, my niggas wet | |
| (Where I'm from, my niggas wet) | |
| You shoot one, I'm shootin' ten | |
| (You shoot one, I'm shootin' ten) | |
| Run up on me, betta think again | |
| (Run up on me, betta think again) | |
| Headshot, he won't think again | |
| (Headshot, he won't think again) | |
| OTF, GBE, we the shit | |
| (OTF, GBE, we the shit) | |
| Off the lean, I call that the kick | |
| (Off the lean, I call that the kick) | |
| I'm with Reese and we off the shit | |
| (I'm with Reese and we off the shit) | |
| We shoot shots, we neva call it quits | |
| (We shoot shots, we neva call it quits) | |
| L's up for my hittas | |
| (L's up for my hittas) | |
| Free all of my niggas | |
| (Free all of my niggas) | |
| Big toys like Christmas | |
| (Big toys like Christmas) | |
| Make it rain on these bitches | |
| (Make it rain on these bitches) | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef | |
| (Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) | |
| In the field, we play for keeps | |
| (In the field, we play for keeps) | |
| OTF and GBE | |
| (OTF and GBE) | |
| 300, bitch that's the team | |
| (300, bitch, that's the team) | |
| Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef | |
| (Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) | |
| In the field, we play for keeps | |
| (In the field, we play for keeps) | |
| OTF and GBE | |
| (OTF and GBE) | |
| 300, bitch that's the team | |
| (300, bitch, that's the team) | |
| [Verse 3: Fredo Santana] | |
| Fuck nigga, don't want no beef | |
| (Fuck nigga, don't want no beef) | |
| 300, we in them streets | |
| (300, we in them streets.) | |
| Bodies droppin' like e'ry week | |
| (Bodies droppin' like e'ry week) | |
| We ain't frontin', we buckin' heats | |
| (We ain't frontin', we buckin' heats) | |
| In the field duckin' the police | |
| (In the field duckin the police) | |
| Run up on ya with that fuckin' pipe | |
| (Run up on ya with that fuckin' pipe) | |
| 300, we'll take yo' life | |
| (300, we'll take yo' life) | |
| Savage shit, bitch, say that twice | |
| (Savage shit, bitch, say that twice) | |
| OTF, bitch, fuck the ops | |
| (OTF, bitch, fuck the ops) | |
| OTF, we on all these blocks | |
| (OTF, we on all these blocks) | |
| Lil Durk know where he stay | |
| (Lil Durk know where he stay) | |
| He'll be dead by the next day | |
| (He'll be dead by the next day) | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef | |
| (Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) | |
| In the field, we play for keeps | |
| (In the field, we play for keeps) | |
| OTF and GBE | |
| (OTF and GBE) | |
| 300, bitch that's the team | |
| (300, bitch, that's the team) | |
| Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef | |
| (Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) | |
| In the field, we play for keeps | |
| (In the field, we play for keeps) | |
| OTF and GBE | |
| (OTF and GBE) | |
| 300, bitch that's the team | |
| (300, bitch, that's the team)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Wassup (Fuck Niggas)[Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) | |
| What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) | |
| They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (Fuck niggas) | |
| 300, it's just us, nigga (300, fuck niggas) | |
| What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas, what?) | |
| They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (I can't, nah) | |
| Wassup with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) | |
| Too many faces, I can't trust niggas (Nah) | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) | |
| I'm gettin' money, I can't trust niggas (Nah) | |
| I grab my 30 if you a little bigger (Man down) | |
| He pillow-talking, that's for bitches, nigga | |
| Your bitch want me, I pass her to my niggas | |
| Got so much swag, these hoes, they feel a nigga (They on me) | |
| We bought more choppers 'cause the streets got realer (Man down) | |
| Ain't never seen you, so I ain't gone serve you, nigga (Nah) | |
| What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) | |
| And we play for keeps so it's no worries with us | |
| And we shootin' this shit, this a true story, nigga (Man down) | |
| I'm Glory'd up, I'm in my glory, nigga (Ayy) | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese & Fredo Santana] | |
| What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) | |
| What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) | |
| They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (Fuck niggas, fuck niggas) | |
| 300, it's just us, nigga (Squad, Fredo) | |
| What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) | |
| They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (Nah) | |
| Wassup with all these fuck niggas? (Wassup, erg) | |
| Too many faces, I can't trust niggas | |
| [Verse 2: Fredo Santana] | |
| I'm big boss Fredo (Fredo) | |
| What's up with all of these fuck niggas (Wassup) | |
| Trap house full of crack, them pillow cases stuffed, nigga (Stuffed, nigga) | |
| I don't fuck with fuck niggas (I don't) | |
| Fuck with me, you get trunked, nigga (Trunked) | |
| Step up in the club (What?) | |
| Bet none of us get touched, nigga (What?) | |
| All us got 30s (30s) | |
| We let them bitches bust, nigga (We let them bust) | |
| All us got 30s, we let them bitches bust, nigga (Bang, bang) | |
| Got a young nigga that's 15 (15), and all he do is slump niggas (He youngin) | |
| Young nigga that's 15 and all he do is slump niggas (What?) | |
| Dissin' us, you drunk nigga? | |
| Your whole squad full of punk niggas (Bitches) | |
| Don't make me grab that pump, nigga (What?) | |
| Turn y'all to some skunk niggas (Bang) | |
| Bitch, we them niggas (Niggas), and ain't no way around it (Nah) | |
| I got a lot of guns (Guns), I'm talking hundred-round shit (Bang) | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese & Lil Durk] | |
| What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) | |
| What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) | |
| They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (Fuck niggas) | |
| 300, it's just us, nigga (300, fuck niggas) | |
| What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas, what?) | |
| They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (I can't, nah) | |
| Wassup with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) | |
| Too many faces, I can't trust niggas (Let's get it) | |
| [Verse 3: Lil Durk] | |
| I'm toting, foe'nem on pill, they rolling (Grrah) | |
| We lurkin', see 'em on 'em (Let's get it) | |
| Headshot, told little bro "Dome him" (L's) | |
| 'Cause lil bro' keep it on him, he shoot, he shoot, he blowing (Blowing) | |
| Face shot, so ain't no viewin' (No viewin') | |
| Closed casket, ain't no face (Let's get it) | |
| No face, it ain't no case (No case) | |
| Police, it ain't no trace (No trace) | |
| That's why I use the 8 (Let's get it), sometimes I use the 30 (Grrah) | |
| That's when we do 'em dirty | |
| That mean we show no mercy (We don't) | |
| That loud, that pipe be perfect, ain't a nigga perfect | |
| Don't-don't-don't be no dummy, boy (Boy) | |
| A lot of niggas paranoid (Paranoid) | |
| Free bro and 'em in the slammer, boy (Boy) | |
| Free bro and 'em in the slammer, boy | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) | |
| What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas) | |
| They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (Fuck niggas) | |
| 300, it's just us, nigga (300, fuck niggas) | |
| What's up with all these fuck niggas? (They know we at the top) | |
| They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas | |
| (They just hatin' and shit) | |
| Wassup with all these fuck niggas? | |
| (I mean, I can't, I can't tell you wassup with them) | |
| Too many faces, I can't trust niggas | |
| [Outro: Lil Reese] | |
| I don't what's to these niggas, man | |
| It's just us nigga, you know? | |
| 300, man | |
| Shoutouts GBE, OTF | |
| It's us nigga and it's just us nigga5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| I Need That[Intro] | |
| These niggas fuckin' lames man | |
| I need that (hah, racks), show me that (racks) | |
| We need that | |
| I need that | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I heard he holdin', on the low, I need that | |
| He say he out here in the field then show me that | |
| And man these niggas not forreal man, I'm knowin' that | |
| And watch my set I'm from the Lam go nuts, and watch they fall back | |
| Niggas ain't never did shit for me, looked out or none of that | |
| Now how the fuck do you expect for me to look out for em' back | |
| Put 300 on my back, I'm a runnin' back | |
| Now how the fuck do you expect for me to look out for em' back | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Doing me that's where it's at, no sneak dissin' none of that | |
| At the top that's where we at, y'all beneath us that's where yall at | |
| Old niggas talking bout them old racks but where they at? | |
| And if he holding old racks we running in there, where they at? | |
| Same hood same niggas, this where we at | |
| Look out for my family man, fuck the rest | |
| And if you with me then you with me man, fuck the rest | |
| Head shots when we aimin' man, fuck yo vest | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I heard he holdin', on the low, I need that | |
| He say he out here in the field then show me that | |
| And man these niggas not forreal man, I'm knowin' that | |
| And watch my set I'm from the Lam go nuts, and watch they fall back | |
| Niggas ain't never did shit for me, looked out or none of that | |
| Now how the fuck do you expect for me to look out for em' back | |
| Put 300 on my back, I'm a runnin' back | |
| Now how the fuck do you expect for me to look out for em' back | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| In the streets I got my heat, man I'm on that can't tell me shit | |
| I been gettin' money and niggas hatin, that shit don't make sense | |
| I'll drop a nigga hit a stain or two, run that I need this | |
| And this my life, I don't give a fuck about no diss | |
| And you better stay your distance 'cause we packin' with that shit | |
| I'm ballin hard like K.D. fourth quarter I can't miss | |
| Young nigga and I'm on my own, niggas ain't did shit | |
| They hatin', they sneak dissin', most do it over a bitch | |
| And you better not give me one shot, I promise you I ain't gon' miss | |
| My niggas with me, them my niggas, ain't no new shit | |
| We shootin' shit extended clip, take you to movies | |
| And it's 300 fuck the opps, this is the movement | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I heard he holdin', on the low, I need that | |
| He say he out here in the field then show me that | |
| And man these niggas not forreal man, I'm knowin' that | |
| And watch my set I'm from the Lam go nuts, and watch they fall back | |
| Niggas ain't never did shit for me, looked out or none of that | |
| Now how the fuck do you expect for me to look out for em' back | |
| Put 300 on my back, I'm a runnin' back | |
| Now how the fuck do you expect for me to look out for em' back8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Bad[Hook x3] | |
| Bitch I'm doing me, you should be yourself | |
| I gotta get this money man, there's nothing else | |
| Never switch up on your niggas | |
| That's bad for your health | |
| Never switch up on your niggas | |
| That's bad for your health | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I never switch up on my niggas, I don't do that there | |
| Never bitch up on my niggas, I don't do that there | |
| Catch me everywhere that money at and I bet I'm there | |
| And bitch I'm doing me, I just be myself | |
| We don't fuck with new niggas, so don't bring them here | |
| Only the family where I'm at, and bitch that's O.T.F | |
| And I blow loud for health | |
| I can't help myself | |
| I'm going in for the kill and I don't need no help | |
| I love money, fuck a bitch I won't stress myself | |
| And bitch I keep my mouth closed cause I could trust myself | |
| I'm fucking other niggas wives | |
| I guess I need some help | |
| I'm going in for the kill | |
| And I don't need no help | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I gotta get this money, man there's nothing else | |
| Gucci for my waist, that's a designer belt | |
| And I've never been a pussy, we could take it there | |
| My hood would never let me, we could take it there | |
| And we keep them tools around so please don't get near | |
| Ok, hold on I'm broke, I guess I'll take what's there | |
| Ok they playing like they real, but they ain't really real | |
| They talk about the streets but bitch I'm in the field | |
| My youngest rob and kill, so tell me what's real | |
| I don't fuck with fuck niggas cause they quick to tell | |
| My youngest rob and kill, so tell me what's the deal | |
| Ok my youngest rob and kill, so tell me what's the deal | |
| [Hook]7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Relate[Intro: Lil Reese] | |
| Fake nigga, fuck your conversation! | |
| Bang! Bitch! | |
| 3 hunna! | |
| [Hook x2: Lil Reese] | |
| These niggas, they not real | |
| So how could I relate? (Nah!) | |
| These lames not makin' change | |
| So how could I relate? (At all!) | |
| That nigga ain't puttin' on | |
| So how could I relate? (Nah!) | |
| And I could tell you fake | |
| Nigga, fuck your conversation! | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| And I'm steady rolling up | |
| Swishers steady face 'em | |
| Got a lawyer on deck for some extra cases | |
| Kush strong when i blow it | |
| Man that shit be reaken | |
| Kush strong when i blow it | |
| Man that shit be stankin | |
| Killers on deck | |
| Dreaded up looking like Jamaicans | |
| 3 hunna shit man | |
| If you the brick man, then we need that make | |
| All that money, watch me sprint | |
| Yeah it's fuck them haters | |
| Free my nigga Caperboy | |
| He will take your paper | |
| Whole team full of savages | |
| It's even greater | |
| Up in my own lane | |
| Fuck your lane, I gotta get that paper | |
| And if I go down, I'mma come up by hitting that cake | |
| These niggas bitches man, so we ain't related | |
| [Hook x2: Lil Reese] | |
| These niggas, they not real | |
| So how could I relate? (Nah!) | |
| These lames not makin' change | |
| So how could I relate? (At all!) | |
| That nigga ain't puttin' on | |
| So how could I relate? (Nah!) | |
| And I could tell you fake | |
| Nigga, fuck your conversation! | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Reese] | |
| When their bitches callin' me | |
| Yeah, that's conversatin' | |
| When their bitches callin' me | |
| We might have conversations | |
| And we ain't really with the talkin' | |
| Save that conversation | |
| Got niggas playin' like they tough | |
| When they ain't really crazy (Nah!) | |
| Stop actin' like you tough | |
| Boy you ain't really crazy (Nah!) | |
| How they front, they move for bitches | |
| Man, that shit is crazy | |
| We get money, fuck these bitches | |
| Man, we goin' crazy | |
| Me puttin' my trust in that bitch? | |
| You must be crazy (At all!) | |
| On my block, if we ain't got it then we gotta take it | |
| On your block, if you ain't real, then you gotta fake it | |
| So stop actin' like you come from where it get crazy | |
| Man, them niggas they be frontin' | |
| That shit is crazy (At all!) | |
| [Hook x2: Lil Reese] | |
| These niggas, they not real | |
| So how could I relate? (Nah!) | |
| These lames not makin' change | |
| So how could I relate? (At all!) | |
| That nigga ain't puttin' on | |
| So how could I relate? (Nah!) | |
| And I could tell you fake | |
| Nigga, fuck your conversation! | |
| [Outro: Lil Reese] | |
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| Savage[Hook] | |
| Young living savage | |
| For that bread I gotta have it | |
| The top I gotta have it | |
| Young living savage | |
| 300, we so savage | |
| GBE, we so savage | |
| OTF, we so savage | |
| Young living savage | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I smoke kush, I'm an addict | |
| Young living savage | |
| My niggas know we got it | |
| My bitches be attractive | |
| Riding with that ratchet | |
| Hunting for that cabbage | |
| My young niggas clapping | |
| Number 5, bitch they clapping | |
| Don't try me, it'll happen | |
| I'm totin' you don't know I got it | |
| Young living savage | |
| I'm totin' you don't know I got it | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I be toting 30's | |
| Me and my niggas thirsty | |
| We out here, bitch we lurking | |
| Cash out , bitch we splurging | |
| I'm balling, Julius Erving | |
| Fast lane, I'm swerving | |
| Fucked up and I know it | |
| Your bitch knows she going | |
| Reckless and you know it | |
| If I got it, I'm gonna blow it | |
| Bands on Bands, I blow it | |
| I'm flexing, got her going | |
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| Team[Hook x2] | |
| Who got that drink, I need that drink (that drink) | |
| Who got that smoke, I need that stink (that stink) | |
| Oh that's your bitch? That girl fucking the team (the team) | |
| Oh that's your girl? That bitch fucking the team (the whole team) | |
| [Verse1] | |
| Who got that drink, who got that drink? | |
| That shit that you stir up and it turn pink | |
| I'm on my block and bitch I do my thing | |
| Catch a opp in traffic we gon' do our thing | |
| Catch me off in traffic bitch I got that nin, that thing | |
| Pull up on yo' block, fucking lay the scene | |
| Pull up on yo' block and make a big scene | |
| 300 shit and OTF, bitch thats the team, what you mean? | |
| Hit a nigga with the MAC, cause we don't really give a fuck | |
| We out here on the grind and we'll stick yo' ass up | |
| Yo' ass a stain boy, you ain't nothing to us | |
| You might as well give it up when we running up | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse2] | |
| Ride around with 30's, them my favorite things | |
| Fuck that drink we out here and we ain't playing the same | |
| Better make it count, don't shoot if you ain't got aim | |
| My niggas on yo' ass and best believe they got aim | |
| We ain't playing fair, that mean that ain't the same | |
| Different leader, different league, that's a different gang | |
| OTF and 300 that's what I claim | |
| GBE and 300 that's what I claim, you a lame | |
| You get banged, where I'm from we got aim | |
| Shoot a nigga with that thing and run up in his thing | |
| You a stain, my niggas they no fucking lames | |
| We don't play no games, we only aim for the brain | |
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| Seen or Saw[Hook] | |
| I promise niggas bitches man, they gone tell it all | |
| I promise to keep it real and still fuck with my dawgs | |
| How I was brought up, I can’t change at all | |
| How they was brought up, I don’t know at all | |
| And when they switch up, I can't change At All | |
| And when it go up, I don't know nothing, seen or saw | |
| And when it go down, I don't know nothing, seen or saw | |
| And when it go down, I don't know nothing, seen or saw | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I don't know nothing, seen or saw, Who talkin' to the law | |
| Got this gun on me, don't test it | |
| This bitch here it go off | |
| Tryin' to stack my money up and buy a big ass crib | |
| So I can build me a motherfuckin' golf, course | |
| On the back of my shit, killas in the back of the whip | |
| Flip by once, Flip by twice | |
| I can't get no action for shit | |
| Im'a go back to the script, and a nigga like me, me knowin' me | |
| Im'a just stick to the script, im'a just stick to the script | |
| Fuck a bitch and dip off the rip, R.I.P to my niggas not here | |
| I'ma ride for my niggas that's here | |
| War time with my niggas right here | |
| It's going down with my niggas right here | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| "Reesey wit um?" I'm like:"Naw" | |
| "Reesey feel em?" I'm like:"Nah" | |
| Most niggas weren't built from this cloth | |
| Try to do it for attention they lost | |
| Try to do it for the bitches they lost | |
| Im'a do it for the niggas I lost | |
| Kill a nigga for the niggas we lost | |
| Bro'nem was real niggas we lost | |
| You ain't real, if you ain't ever take a loss | |
| Cash out give a fuck what it cost | |
| Most niggas gone tell what they saw | |
| Most niggas gone fold, get soft | |
| But I never fold, nigga get soft | |
| Can't tell em what you seen, what you saw | |
| But the tales and truth how it go | |
| Got it on me, when the trues sag off | |
| 300 that's who I ride for, 300 that's who I slide for | |
| Fuck around catch a homicide, fuck around and I'm a slide | |
| Mini van yeah it's a slide door, only day ones they can ride though | |
| And most these internet killers, they don't even be outside though | |
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| All that Haten[Hook:] | |
| I got a good price, it's for cheap | |
| If you really want some work | |
| Got some niggas from the six | |
| Six four, they put in work all that talking it won't work | |
| Hit him were it will hurt, in the hood where junkies at | |
| Really snorting work, still getting it like the first | |
| First like that first day of school trying to be the first | |
| Man, all that hating it won't work (4x) | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| Man, all that hating it won't work | |
| Fuck coming last I'm trying to be first | |
| That talking it won't work | |
| Had to get off my ass and got get some cash | |
| Now i'm fresh everyday like the first | |
| Only fuck with niggas that riding me | |
| And going to really put it to work | |
| Just talking it won't work | |
| All that talking it won't work | |
| You gotta show me first | |
| I made that bitch bend over | |
| And told her show me first | |
| I don't talk take about no money | |
| Cause that shit don't work | |
| Finna ball like I came for the dirt | |
| So i'm'a hit you were it hurt | |
| Niggas be plotting try to get the upper hand | |
| I let him hit two were it hurt | |
| Niggas be plotting try to get the upper hand | |
| I let hit two were it hurt | |
| I told him to get on the shit first (2x)Told him to get on you niggas first | |
| [Hook:] | |
| I got a good price, it's for cheap | |
| If you really want some work | |
| Got some niggas form the six | |
| Six four, they put in work all that talking it won't work | |
| Hit him were it will hurt, in the hood where junkies at | |
| Really snorting work, still getting it like the first | |
| First like thet first day of school trying to be the first | |
| Man, all that hating it won't work (4x) | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| All that hating it won't work, no | |
| Caught a nigga snooze | |
| 4-5 jam he better hope his bitch work | |
| Fuck nigga better be lucky he caught a blessing | |
| That shit worked | |
| Lame ass niggas steady running there mouth | |
| You ain't putting in work | |
| You ain't putting in work | |
| Youngins on my block | |
| Known for shooting shit they goin shoot shit first | |
| Coolin where it ain't safe niggas know it ain't safe | |
| So they don't really wanna hang | |
| Coolin with my niggas still with my niggas | |
| A lot of niggas done changed | |
| But know I'm still that gang | |
| And I come back and still hang | |
| Where a lot of niggas they can't | |
| Where a lot of nigga they ain't | |
| Got a good price for the cheap | |
| Just meet me in the back with the bank | |
| We goin get them there hit them there | |
| And take everything as planned | |
| We goin get them there hit them there | |
| And take everything that we can | |
| [Hook:] | |
| I got a good price, it's for cheap | |
| If you really want some work | |
| Got some niggas form the six | |
| Six four, they put in work all that talking it won't work | |
| Hit him were it will hurt, in the hood where junkies at | |
| Really snorting work, still getting it like the first | |
| First like thet first day of school trying to be the first | |
| Man, all that hating it won't work (4x)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Rap Shit[Hook: Chief Keef] | |
| I kill you niggas dead in this rap shit | |
| She gave me some head cause this rap shit | |
| All these niggas dead in this rap shit | |
| I do this for my daughter in this rap shit | |
| I love countin' money cause this rap shit | |
| Don't be no dummy cause this rap shit | |
| Buying TEC-9's and Tommy's with this rap shit | |
| Sosa bitch, I be with this rap shit | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| All my niggas thirsty for this rap shit | |
| Kush grown and I'm with a thick bitch | |
| I kill these niggas dead in this rap shit | |
| I bend these niggas dead in this rap shit | |
| All my niggas reckless and get hectic | |
| So don't be no dummy cause I'm rappin' | |
| My niggas down, my niggas fuck this rap shit | |
| And not ever change cause I'm rappin' | |
| So don't get me confused with this rap shit | |
| Buying TEC-9's and 30's with this rap shit | |
| Louis, Gucci, got it all off of rappin' | |
| I killed these niggas dead in this rap shit | |
| [Hook: Chief Keef] | |
| I kill you niggas dead in this rap shit | |
| She gave me some head cause this rap shit | |
| All these niggas dead in this rap shit | |
| I do this for my daughter in this rap shit | |
| I love countin' money cause this rap shit | |
| Don't be no dummy cause this rap shit | |
| Buying TEC-9's and Tommy's with this rap shit | |
| Sosa bitch, I be with this rap shit | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Reese] | |
| Made a lot of haters off this rap shit | |
| Riding by myself cause I don't trust a bitch | |
| She gave me some head cause this rap shit | |
| On the road to get this bread, like traffic | |
| And bitch I'm in the streets, I'm in traffic | |
| Riding with my heat, I'm in traffic | |
| A lot of bitches thirsty cause I'm rappin' | |
| But it's fuck a bitch, on to the next bitch | |
| And the next bitch, next bitch | |
| [Hook: Chief Keef] | |
| I kill you niggas dead in this rap shit | |
| She gave me some head cause this rap shit | |
| All these niggas dead in this rap shit | |
| I do this for my daughter in this rap shit | |
| I love countin' money cause this rap shit | |
| Don't be no dummy cause this rap shit | |
| Buying TEC-9's and Tommy's with this rap shit | |
| Sosa bitch, I be with this rap shit1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| So Fast[Intro] | |
| You know how we rocking man | |
| Free all the guys | |
| Free all my niggas out them cells | |
| [Hook] | |
| Acting like you in the streets | |
| Man you ain't with the street shit | |
| Man you ain't with the street shit | |
| Man you ain't with the street shit,(Naaa) | |
| Shit happens so fast | |
| Man I ain't even peep it | |
| Man I ain't even peep it | |
| Man I ain't even peep it | |
| Man it happen so fast | |
| Man I ain't even see this | |
| Man I ain't even see this | |
| Man I ain't even see this | |
| Acting like you in the streets | |
| Man you ain't with the street shit | |
| Man you ain't with the street shit | |
| Man you ain't with the street shit,(Naaa) | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| So he acting like he with this | |
| Man he ain't with the street shit | |
| He gon fold real quick | |
| Under pressure like a bitch | |
| Tryna stack money up and shit | |
| So I can do a lot of shit | |
| On the block we on a lot of shit | |
| Fuck Niggas can't compare to this | |
| I'm shooting at the competitors | |
| Like ain't no nigga better than me | |
| When it come this shit | |
| I ain't gone miss | |
| Real whip like this | |
| When I up this shit | |
| I ain't gone miss | |
| Cook up a brick | |
| Breaking down that shit | |
| Into dimes and nicks | |
| Feed it to the script | |
| I'm like we 'gone get rich | |
| They don't believe this shit | |
| Ain't wanna see this shit | |
| They ain't believe this shit | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| You can check my resume | |
| Yeah I'm still on the same shit | |
| Yeah I'm still on that Gang Shit | |
| Yeah I'm still with the same clique | |
| On the block we on a lot of shit | |
| With Niggas that be robbing shit | |
| With Niggas that be taking shit | |
| But a Nigga ain't gon take shit | |
| Nigga we'll take your shit | |
| No gun straight lick | |
| And my Niggas they be taking shit | |
| Why these Nigga faking shit | |
| I don't know | |
| Why These Niggas faking shit | |
| Acting like he with the shit | |
| But he ain't really with the shit | |
| And we got the 50 shit | |
| Calling my man's come bringing that | |
| 50 shit | |
| Just caught a gun case | |
| But they were on some fishy shit | |
| They ain't really see shit | |
| Put the Gun on me and shit | |
| But they ain't really see shit | |
| I know I'm gone beat this | |
| I know I'm gone beat this | |
| I know I'm gone beat this | |
| I know I'm gone beat this, (I'm Good) | |
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| Brazy[Intro: Chief Keef] | |
| Ayt | |
| Bang bang, gang gang | |
| Bang bang, gang gang | |
| Bang nigga | |
| Gang nigga | |
| [Chorus: Chief Keef, Lil Reese & Both] | |
| Shit brazy, shit crazy | |
| My wrist crazy, my bitch crazy | |
| My bitch brazy, my wrist brazy | |
| My neck brazy, My gear brazy | |
| Brazy, brazy, brazy | |
| Brazy, brazy, brazy | |
| Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy | |
| Crazy, crazy, crazy | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Shit brazy, please don't try to play me (Nah) | |
| Cookin' up dope and servin' fiends like the 80's (Like the 80's) | |
| Going crazy (Crazy), strapped up like the Navy (The Navy) | |
| I dare a fuck nigga in this room try to play me | |
| Shit brazy (Shit brazy), shit crazy (Shit crazy) | |
| I lost a lot of niggas, thank God I still made it | |
| Got niggas hatin', got niggas faking | |
| My bitch crazy, just had a baby | |
| I'ma get the guap for her then shit that I might take it (I need that) | |
| And I ain't waiting (Nah) 'cause I'm impatient | |
| That he-say, she-say shit don't mean nothing It don't phase me (Nah) | |
| STR8, Eway late night doing about a buck 80 | |
| [Chorus: Chief Keef] | |
| Shit brazy, shit crazy | |
| My wrist crazy, my bitch crazy | |
| My bitch brazy, my wrist brazy | |
| My neck brazy, My gear brazy | |
| Brazy, brazy, brazy | |
| Brazy, brazy, brazy | |
| Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy | |
| Crazy, crazy, crazy | |
| [Verse 2: Chief Keef & James Brown] | |
| Say she want top I'm like... "Wha?" (Bitch, you crazy) | |
| (This is a man's world) | |
| Bitch, fuck I look like? | |
| Bitch, say she want some guap, I'm like... "Wha?", ayy (Bitch, you crazy) | |
| (This is a man's world) | |
| Bitch, you better take a hike | |
| Baby, I be making plays daytime and night (Lil late) | |
| Bitch this is a motherfuckin', ayy (Man's world) | |
| Man's world, yeah, you're right (Lil baby) | |
| Remember when I was young now I live in a fuckin' (Gang, gang) | |
| (Man's world) | |
| I be gettin' money (Gang), I be getting hunnids (Beep) | |
| And I get it all in a fuckin' (Man's world) | |
| I be fuckin' thotties, I be rockin' parties | |
| Ion't ride shottie, I drive in the... (Man's world) | |
| Told that bitch hold up (Wait), wait let me pour up (Ayy) | |
| I'm tryna come slower, this is a.. (Man's world) | |
| Told that bitch Glo up (Gang) | |
| I'ma Rock n' Roller (Gang) | |
| Sosa Bon Jovi Hard Soldier (Man's world) | |
| [Chorus: Chief Keef] | |
| Shit brazy, shit crazy | |
| My wrist crazy, my bitch crazy | |
| My bitch brazy, my wrist brazy | |
| My neck brazy, My gear brazy | |
| Brazy, brazy, brazy | |
| Brazy, brazy, brazy | |
| Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy | |
| Crazy, crazy, crazy | |
| Shit brazy, shit crazy | |
| My wrist crazy, my bitch crazy | |
| My bitch brazy, my wrist brazy | |
| My neck brazy, My gear brazy | |
| Brazy, brazy, brazy | |
| Brazy, brazy, brazy | |
| Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy | |
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| Haters[Intro: R. Kelly] | |
| I'm in your mix x8 | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| She ain't even my chick but she probably going | |
| See these niggas faces when I pull up in that foreign | |
| Maybe its my style, Maybe its my credit, she say them niggas boring | |
| All we know is win win bitch yes we scoring | |
| Real nigga shit 300, we don't fuck around | |
| Bad bitches call me just to fuck around | |
| They dont like dicks, they just like for me to dick em down | |
| Talking bout that goofy ass niggas tryna sit em down | |
| Boi she a star look at that ass straight head spinner | |
| Huh, You see my squad, and we go hard, yes we some bread winners | |
| Yup, That thot there she a runna, 3hunna they'll run ha' | |
| Good head she a goner kush roll double monster | |
| Feds taking pictures so I gotta stop and go | |
| Real talk boy don't run our mouth that's all we know | |
| Me and the hood together foreva like Will and Jada | |
| 3hunna we next they forever gone hate us | |
| [Hook: R. Kelly] | |
| I'm in your mix x8 | |
| And them haters gone hate x4 | |
| [Bridge: Lil Reese] | |
| That's all they gon do man | |
| They ain't got no other choice | |
| Shouts out to my bro gods | |
| Chief Keef Lil Durk what's happening broski | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Reese] | |
| Fuck nigga, fuck nigga (fuck nigga) | |
| Fuck nigga, fuck boy, pussy nigga the best is I | |
| You on the stand shots fired man down you'll testify | |
| Snitches run they mouth my niggas them niggas We don't play that | |
| Couple drillers come and drill you my nigga Right where you stay at | |
| My biggest hater is the reason I can't get no sleep (no sleep) | |
| N-n-no sleep F-fuck the police | |
| Cause I ride out solo dolo, My niggas my family 3hunna | |
| Red beam on the 30 that's a no go, GBE OTF that's the logo | |
| Free five Free law free brudo | |
| Lost some real niggas from a long time ago | |
| Grind time so you know I gotta grind tho | |
| Prime time so you know I gotta shine tho | |
| We riding we riding with a strap or two | |
| And we don't go back and forth like the rappers do | |
| And they say these niggas ain't hating | |
| This Chicago the motherfucking capital | |
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| Somebody[Hook: Lil Durk] | |
| I aim at a nigga 'cuz this | |
| Rollie on me, I whipped it to a brick | |
| No one, smoke a nigga if he trip | |
| No hope for my city I was in | |
| Free Law judge gave him more than ten | |
| Hard body, can't none of my niggas bend | |
| And we trend, all of my niggas is brothers, we don't do friends | |
| Everybody wanna be a somebody | |
| Everybody wanna be a somebody | |
| Everybody wanna be a somebody | |
| Everybody wanna be a somebody | |
| Everybody wanna be a somebody | |
| Everybody wanna be a somebody | |
| Where I'm from you nobody | |
| So you kill somebody, yeah yeah | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Everybody wanna be a somebody | |
| Growing up, I ain't wanna be nobody | |
| Had to get it on my own, I swear muthafucka that I don't need nobody | |
| Supa Savage 2 shit, might make him catch a body | |
| Lockdown, phone calls to the fam, I ain't really need nobody | |
| Not a bitch, not a nigga, not nobody | |
| No hope for the city I'm in | |
| Niggas hatin', they don't want you to win | |
| Hard body, we can take it there again | |
| One call, they get slapped in advance | |
| Niggas actin', they be really out here playin' | |
| I guess if it's slow, he'll get what I'm sayin' | |
| Slow down, let me bring it back again | |
| Niggas actin', they be really out here playin | |
| I'm goin' in for the kill once again | |
| Rob who? I don't get what you're sayin' | |
| Take what? I don't get what you're sayin' | |
| These niggas my brothers, not my friends | |
| They came up, they wanted watches when | |
| It's fucked up 'cuz that nigga you thought was your man | |
| Might snitch and get you a hundred years | |
| Might snitch and get you a hundred years | |
| [Hook: Lil Durk] | |
| I aim at a nigga 'cuz this | |
| Rollie on me, I whipped it to a brick | |
| No one, smoke a nigga if he trip | |
| No hope for my city I was in | |
| Free Law judge gave him more than ten | |
| Hard body, can't none of my niggas bend | |
| And we trend, all of my niggas is brothers, we don't do friends | |
| Everybody wanna be a somebody | |
| Everybody wanna be a somebody | |
| Everybody wanna be a somebody | |
| Everybody wanna be a somebody | |
| Everybody wanna be a somebody | |
| Everybody wanna be a somebody | |
| Where I'm from you nobody | |
| So you kill somebody, yeah yeah | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Durk] | |
| Everybody wanna be a somebody, but | |
| Everybody, we wanna body some | |
| As a kid growing up I ain't had nothin' | |
| I just wanted a lot of guns and a lot of money | |
| 6217 where I'm at work | |
| No school, better stay with his Macbook | |
| On my son, Aqua | |
| I hash .30 shot, .40 Ruger like Jackfoot | |
| Some niggas want to be like Mike, shit I wanna be like Big Durk | |
| Flat as hell, flat bitches with some flat car | |
| I swear Allah had a rich word | |
| Choppa bullets, man down | |
| I told my momma I'm the man now | |
| I got the city' hands down | |
| My young boys they ain't playin' round | |
| Free [?] he go "blam!" | |
| Free Rich, free Jam | |
| My young niggas, they all go ham | |
| Free Lil boon from the Lam | |
| I'm the man now | |
| I got the city' hands down | |
| [Hook: Lil Durk] | |
| I aim at a nigga 'cuz this | |
| Rollie on me, I whipped it to a brick | |
| No one, smoke a nigga if he trip | |
| No hope for my city I was in | |
| Free Law judge gave him more than ten | |
| Hard body, can't none of my niggas bend | |
| And we trend, all of my niggas is brothers, we don't do friends | |
| Everybody wanna be a somebody | |
| Everybody wanna be a somebody | |
| Everybody wanna be a somebody | |
| Everybody wanna be a somebody | |
| Everybody wanna be a somebody | |
| Everybody wanna be a somebody | |
| Where I'm from you nobody | |
| So you kill somebody, yeah yeah.1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| We Won’t Stop[Intro: Lil Reese & Chief Keef] | |
| Bang | |
| Tarentino, Turn up | |
| Tarentino, GBE OTF what it do, 300 | |
| Squad, Bang | |
| You know, man down | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese & Chief Keef] | |
| We won't stop (nah), we won't stop (nah), we at the pressure (bang) | |
| Just look at my squad since a youngin' we been with it (300, O'block) | |
| And only the strong survive and you niggas is bitches (man down, man down) | |
| Pull on yo block with 30's (sqaud, bang bang), thats a mission (pow pow) | |
| Pullin' with my squad, that's a damn mission (nah nah) | |
| Don't come around me, not a shooter then get missing (nah nah nah) | |
| He might be a police, he working what's the business? | |
| And you niggas don't know me, they working what's the business (nah) | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| I fuck with O-Block (300), 300 them my niggas (300) | |
| Add up both blocks (boom boom) that's too many killas (damn) | |
| Yo bitch gon' fuck both blocks (squad), she know that we them niggas | |
| Stay away from lame niggas (nah), we don't fuck with you pretenders | |
| Keep the heater when it's cold incase we have to burn a nigga (boom boom) | |
| I come from that block lamron 300 nigga | |
| Got my broski in the cut bitch and we ain't fighting with you (in the cut) | |
| But if you all about money then we'll get it with you | |
| Actin' like you can't be touch some niggas will deal with you (boom) | |
| I'm out here chasing money call that shit a self fisher (self fisher) | |
| And I ain't really gotta talk cause since a youngin' been that nigga | |
| OTF and GBE, bitch 300, bitch we them niggas | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| We won't stop, we won't stop , we at the pressure | |
| Just look at my squad since a youngin' we been with it (300) | |
| And only the strong survive and you niggas is bitches (man down, man down) | |
| Pull on yo block with 30's, thats a mission (pow pow) | |
| Pullin' with my squad, that's a damn mission | |
| Don't come around me, not a shooter then get missing (nah) | |
| He might be a police, he working what's the business? | |
| And you niggas don't know me, they working what's the business | |
| [Verse 2: Chief Keef] | |
| These niggas know Sosa they know that he the business (yeah) | |
| We killin' everybody including every witness (bang bang bang) | |
| We ain't fuckin' around, these niggas is snitches | |
| I dont care bitch I'm off lean, I though my car was missing (my car) | |
| I'm ridin' round, I got my shotties with me (skrt, bang) | |
| Reese my big bro for him we shot, you hear me (what up bro?) | |
| We switchin' lanes in foreign cars, you hear me (skrt skrt) | |
| We passin' round these foreign thots, you hear me (thots) | |
| I be fuckin' life, I'mma fuck it with no condom (fuck it) | |
| Pull up in that 'Rari (skrt), that bitch sound like thunder (yeah) | |
| I be stuntin' (huh), 50 thousand nothing (yeah) | |
| These chains make my neck hurt, earring and watch humungus | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| We won't stop, we won't stop , we at the pressure | |
| Just look at my squad since a youngin' we been with it (300) | |
| And only the strong survive and you niggas is bitches (man down, man down) | |
| Pull on yo block with 30's, thats a mission (pow pow) | |
| Pullin' with my squad, that's a damn mission | |
| Don't come around me, not a shooter then get missing (nah) | |
| He might be a police, he working what's the business? | |
| And you niggas don't know me, they working what's the business1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Myself[Hook: Lil Durk] | |
| I be with the killas, I be by myself | |
| I be getting money, I be by myself | |
| I stay in designer, I be by myself | |
| It ain't hard to find me, I be by myself | |
| I be by myself (x12) | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| I be by myself | |
| I be by myself | |
| But I be with my niggas, I don't need no help | |
| Tote it by myself, We don't need no help | |
| Ratting and snitching is bad for yo health | |
| Fucking around man that boy gon get left | |
| Guns in the attic and pills on the shelf | |
| Got 3hunna with me, O'block and who else? | |
| Fucking this bitch and I dove in like Phelps | |
| Load up the chopper, I don't need no help | |
| Pouring up lean and it's bad for my health | |
| Smoking this loud and it's bad for my health | |
| He ain't coming right then he gots to get left | |
| He ain't coming right then he might just get left | |
| First 48, watch he tell on himself | |
| First 48, watch he tell on himself | |
| And that shit right there, keep me right by myself | |
| And that shit right there, keep me right by myself | |
| Just hit me a lick, spent that shit on myself | |
| Just hit me a lick, spent that shit on myself | |
| My first fifty thou, spend that shit on myself. | |
| [Hook: Lil Durk] | |
| I be with the killas, I be by myself | |
| I be getting money, I be by myself | |
| I stay in designer, I be by myself | |
| It ain't hard to find me, I be by myself | |
| I be by myself (x12) | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Durk] | |
| I'm a killa, I'm that nigga | |
| All my niggas they gon feel it | |
| All these niggas talk on twitter | |
| Chain gang, shining like a pot of glitter | |
| I be so solo, ridin' out with the thirty | |
| Yeah I be dolo, thirty thousand cash, yeah I'm a A-hole | |
| Gotta lay low cause these niggas is fufu | |
| Playing both sides, acting like Brasco | |
| Black Rick Owens, I stay in designer | |
| Word on the block, Louie gon find us | |
| Shout out all my niggas, I had to go sign 'em | |
| Had to cosign 'em, buy yellow diamonds | |
| Same color lemon, talking cases on these tracks | |
| You a snitchin', but I can't mention | |
| Come around and I do for attention | |
| 3K nazi, had to go [?] | |
| Bitch I'm an immaculate, I'ma go cray | |
| I'm chasing these Benjamin's, piss on they graves | |
| War for niggas hate, can't escape, 38 | |
| Thirty shots grizzlies like Bathing Apes | |
| Run up on his ass, red tape | |
| [Hook: Lil Durk] | |
| I be with the killas, I be by myself | |
| I be getting money, I be by myself | |
| I stay in designer, I be by myself | |
| It ain't hard to find me, I be by myself | |
| I be by myself (x12)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Traffic (Remix)[Intro: Lil Reese] | |
| We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action | |
| He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic | |
| [Hook: Lil Reese] | |
| We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action | |
| He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic | |
| We ain't really with that talking, bitch we love that action | |
| I lost so many niggas, I turned into a savage | |
| In real life, no movie shit, bitch we clapping | |
| Where I’m from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic | |
| Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic | |
| And where I'm from that's 300, normal spelled backwards | |
| [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] | |
| Got some little niggas in the Chi-Town, they ain't 'bout to be talking | |
| Six-hundred horses in my town, cause I ain't 'bout to be walking | |
| See I don't know what the game's about, but I ain't bout to be playing | |
| Nigga keep my name up out your mouth, that's all the fuck that I'm saying | |
| I ain't never been no police, I ain't never did no cuffing | |
| Nigga killing niggas in all your rhymes, ain't never did no busting | |
| Counting the money, took two days | |
| Little niggas will do ya' for some new J's | |
| Real talk, and that's nothing | |
| Gloves on and that oven | |
| Said she don't get the good dick often, now she 'bout to be stalking | |
| Got her on that killer kill, and that's why the bitch coughing | |
| See my targets flipping like Gabby, they be doing gymnastics | |
| Nigga I ain't high and I ain't hard to find, if you look for me I'm in traffic | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Reese] | |
| Let a nigga go in on me? I can't imagine | |
| But I'm out here in these streets, catch me in traffic | |
| My niggas shoot for free, they'll let you have it | |
| My niggas do for me, ain't no way around it | |
| Bloodhound for that money, bitch I gotta have it | |
| Going crazy, twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch I'm cashing | |
| And I ain't really with the talk, bitch I'm money stacking | |
| And he ain't really 'bout that life cause he don't love that action | |
| And they don't come from where I come from, they weren't born a savage | |
| Late night shit, catch him in traffic | |
| I ain't really gotta talk, bitch catch me in traffic | |
| And you know I got it on me, so I'm never lackin' | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3: Twista] | |
| Lights, camera, action nigga, but this ain't no motherfucking cinema | |
| 'Finna send it up, dude not true, screws not loose | |
| 2pac, Juice nigga, hit 'em up | |
| Niggas don't know how to argue | |
| Killer hard shit when you see the mob thick in the whip | |
| Now your car's hit, nigga loose lips | |
| Talking nonsense, feel the contents of a clip | |
| Whatever you wanna do we can take it there, niggas around me want action | |
| Like a rhythmatic, forty calibers and nine millimeters equal subtraction | |
| They could pull up in the Jag' with the runner on the side | |
| Level opposition with the creep-creep | |
| Beep beep, put 'em in a deep sleep | |
| See the way Reese or Chief Keef make beef brief | |
| Beast teeth, I'm a motherfucking monster | |
| Eating up anybody that's coming at Windy City grind | |
| What you know about them niggas pulling up on the side of your Mercedez in traffic hitting it 50 times? | |
| Don't get into it with 'em, they gon' let you have it | |
| You might end up in a coffin, you can call him Casket | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Outro: Lil Reese] | |
| We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action | |
| He not 'bout that life, man catch him in traffic1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Benji Chasin[Hook: Lil Reese] | |
| Benji chasin', money conversation | |
| Benji chasin', money conversation | |
| Benji chasin', money conversation | |
| Benji chasin', money conversation | |
| Benji chasin', money conversation | |
| Gang gettin' wasted, you want our life, we take it | |
| It ain't nathan, fuck your situation | |
| You snitchin', can't relate me | |
| Kush what we tastin' | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| It ain't nathan, kush is what I'm tastin' | |
| That bitch all on my dick, I told that bitch I don't get wasted | |
| I don't drink, so bitch I don't get wasted | |
| 30 on me right now, watch how fast I chase it | |
| I got white and I ain't racist | |
| Cocaina for sale, come and taste it | |
| I be sprintin' to that money, watch me chase it | |
| Like benji that money we be chasin' | |
| Benji chasin', money conversation | |
| Gang with me and gang gettin' wasted | |
| Kuku Gang with me, Cuckoo gettin' crazy | |
| And I be chasin' money so I guess I'm wasted | |
| [Hook: Lil Reese] | |
| Benji chasin', money conversation | |
| Benji chasin', money conversation | |
| Benji chasin', money conversation | |
| Benji chasin', money conversation | |
| Benji chasin', money conversation | |
| Benji chasin', money conversation | |
| Benji chasin', money conversation | |
| Benji chasin', money conversation | |
| Benji chasin', money conversation | |
| Benji chasin', money conversation | |
| [Verse 2: Benji Glo] | |
| Benji chasin', money conversations | |
| Gang gettin' wasted, backwood blazin' | |
| High-speed chasin' chasin', my life is amazin' | |
| Don't run up on me cause my Kuku's going crazy | |
| Ain't no squares in my circle, you a loser | |
| My niggas gang all them will lose ya | |
| Posted up and we got a lotta guns | |
| I ain't switchin' up dawg, I'm Lamron | |
| Try Reese money, you get wacked nigga | |
| I got respect with my Tec nigga | |
| I'm still grindin' for the check nigga | |
| Since I went blind you thought I wouldn't finesse nigga?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Irrelevant[Hook: Johnny Maycash] | |
| Now all my niggas gone, they be off it | |
| Talk shit, I put your ass right in the coffin | |
| And that loud got me gone | |
| Your bitch all in a zone, she on it | |
| Pussy niggas talking shit but that's just so irrelevant | |
| Pussy niggas talking shit but that's just so irrelevant | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| I'm getting money and you not | |
| So that mean you irrelevant | |
| 2-2-3 we shoot | |
| That shit knock down an elephant | |
| All my niggas with the shits | |
| Your niggas on that telling shit | |
| I get money so I bail out quick | |
| Your bitch on me imma a nail that bitch | |
| And now your ass irrelevant | |
| She won't come back home so quit calling bitch | |
| And I be on my savage shit | |
| I ride around with ratchet bitch | |
| Can't sneak diss now cause you irrelevant | |
| Who the fuck know your clique | |
| My team bout extra 30 clips | |
| You nigga round me you don't know my thing | |
| Cause my niggas been around since youngins bitch | |
| And I got your bitch off the shits | |
| Turn up, turn up she with the shits | |
| She just let broski hit | |
| And you went back home and straight wifed the bitch | |
| 300 shit we one night bitch | |
| Passed to Durk and he piped the bitch | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Reese] | |
| Pussy niggas talking shit but that's just so irrelevant | |
| Acting like you with the shits | |
| I'm thinking he gonna tell some shit | |
| And these hoes for anybody | |
| So Reese give them nothin' but dick | |
| Yeah these hoes for anybody | |
| So we just hit them and pass them quick | |
| Now all my niggas gone | |
| You get shot cause we be off the shit | |
| I'm 300 no more, no less | |
| That's that original shit | |
| Basic shit, I hate a basic bitch | |
| I'm rolling up loud and i'm facing shit | |
| Haters all mad, can't take this shit | |
| Squad way or the hard way | |
| Got killers posted up like all day | |
| They'll wack a nigga up in the broad day | |
| Leave a fuck nigga stanking in the hallway | |
| And that's all day | |
| The bitch wanna leave I don't make her stay | |
| I got thots on thots boy, I don't play | |
| That mean bitches on bitches boy, I don't play | |
| [Hook]5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| No Lackin[Intro: Lil Reese] | |
| Got all these bands this money im stackin' | |
| My Squad, Squad. Turn up | |
| Got all these bands this money im stackin | |
| 300 | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin' (x2) | |
| Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) | |
| Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) | |
| Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) | |
| Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) | |
| Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) | |
| Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) | |
| Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Niggas playing games, I ain't for nun, what's crackin' ? | |
| And I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' | |
| I'm off the shits, I won't stop I'm crackin' | |
| Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin' | |
| Ain't playing games, we ain't for nun, what's crackin' ? | |
| We sliding doors back and young niggas clappin' | |
| Race to the money, I'm speedin' like a rabbit | |
| Got a lot of money, try to take what I'm having | |
| You get clapped up and thats faster than a rabbit | |
| You get clapped up-- | |
| On 64th bitch, we what's happenin' | |
| Try to come through, you get clapped with the mac (bang) | |
| 300 shit bitch, I been a savage | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin' (x2) | |
| Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) | |
| Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) | |
| Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) | |
| Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) | |
| Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) | |
| Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) | |
| Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) | |
| [Verse 2: Waka Flocka] | |
| He reached for it, that's a dead body | |
| Elmer Fud double pound shotty | |
| My neck rocky and I'm off a molly | |
| My bitch bad with a buffet body | |
| Young nigga shoot at anybody | |
| All these bands got a nigga cocky | |
| Trapped in a club mothafucka | |
| Lil Reese get em | |
| Man down let the piece hit em | |
| Do it broadway and police with em' | |
| Yellow tape let the streets get em' | |
| Chalk him out | |
| White sheet denim | |
| Bow bow I'm bustin' at em | |
| I'm ballin hard no NBA | |
| My bitch a diamond | |
| Lisa Raye | |
| Spent 20k at least a day | |
| Do it weekends nigga, I do it everyday | |
| She with me she go everyway | |
| Count this money 'till my fingers hurt | |
| When I hit the pussy, I bet she squirt | |
| Selling dope, we ain't got to work | |
| Real nigga, no tight shirt | |
| My gun dont work, I got a knife | |
| You disrespect, I'm doing life | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin' (x2) | |
| Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) | |
| Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) | |
| Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) | |
| Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) | |
| Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) | |
| Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) | |
| Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) | |
| [Verse 3: Wale] | |
| Lotta paper bring a lot of haters, Capiche | |
| And the more you make, will be the more you make, It ain't sweet (no) | |
| Well I do me (f'sho) | |
| Will I lose sleep (I dunno) | |
| If I fall down before they start counting back on my feet | |
| Let's go | |
| Its that flyraq meet chiraq, there's no contest with their flow | |
| All of my hairs out, with young dreadlocks, couple real niggas from the go | |
| Like I said in one song | |
| Life is lame with no goals | |
| Barely brag about dope whenever I don't you niggas ignore | |
| Chop be cooking that cracka nd talking hard rock and talking that snow | |
| Chop will send me that track, I send that shit back, back of that hurst | |
| Trapping something I know, something I did, just keeping it real | |
| As a matter of fact, you never moved crack | |
| But knowing y'all routes, prolly throw a brick bitch | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin' (x2) | |
| Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) | |
| Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) | |
| Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) | |
| Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) | |
| Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2) | |
| Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2) | |
| Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| What It Look Like[Intro: Chief Keef] | |
| It look like this | |
| It look like this | |
| Never seen a million dollars what it look like this (Sosa) | |
| It look like bitch | |
| I look like that and you look like this | |
| Catch up, catch up | |
| [Chorus: Chief Keef] | |
| What it look like bitch (huh) | |
| I look like that and you look like this | |
| I look like yes and you look like no | |
| I keep me a bankroll and that bitch don't fold (nah) | |
| 20 thousand in these pockets, got my shit on swole (ffff beep) | |
| They don't never tell me no (nah), any bitch gon' go | |
| 'Cause I look like that and you look like this (bitch) | |
| I'm in my all white car with my lil white bitch, Sosa | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| 40 with the 30 man don't make me hit the switch (man down) | |
| Can't trust a fuck nigga, he lookin' like he wanna snitch | |
| Take a nigga down then after that get off the shits (we need that) | |
| That forgis on my whip, that's why you bitches on my dick (huh) | |
| What it look like bitch | |
| 30 in the clip, I swear my clip is long as shit | |
| 300, my clique, we small as shit | |
| 300, my circle small as shit | |
| Only The Fam I swear we never trust a bitch (nah) | |
| Don't play with my brothers everybody we with the shits | |
| Walk through the spots you see them joints be with the shits (huh, get money) | |
| So what it look like bitch | |
| [Chorus: Chief Keef] | |
| What it look like bitch (huh) | |
| I look like that and you look like this | |
| I look like yes and you look like no | |
| I keep me a bankroll and that bitch don't fold (nah) | |
| 20 thousand in these pockets, got my shit on swole (ffff beep) | |
| They don't never tell me no (nah), any bitch gon' go | |
| 'Cause I look like that and you look like this (bitch) | |
| I'm in my all white car with my lil white bitch, Sosa | |
| [Verse 2: Chief Keef] | |
| Have you seen a 100 thousand (huh), what it look like this (yeah) | |
| Boy your pockets empty, they don't look like shit (nah) | |
| I'm rollin' 'round town (skrt skrt), got my lil white bitch (Mary) | |
| Pretty red hair and her lil white kicks | |
| I got on my lil white gold (bling) | |
| Got ice on my wrist feel and look like snow (Brr) | |
| I pull up in my Audi (skrt skrt skrt) on them lil white folks | |
| Bitches look like yes (nah) niggas look like no (no) | |
| I go by Chief So (Sosr baby) | |
| Got a lot of white gold (bling bling bling) | |
| Nigga, I'll take your soul (yeah yeah) | |
| Cuz bitch I'm from the O (O'block) | |
| [Chorus: Chief Keef] | |
| What it look like bitch (huh) | |
| I look like that and you look like this | |
| I look like yes and you look like no | |
| I keep me a bankroll and that bitch don't fold (nah) | |
| 20 thousand in these pockets, got my shit on swole (ffff beep) | |
| They don't never tell me no (nah), any bitch gon' go | |
| 'Cause I look like that and you look like this (bitch) | |
| I'm in my all white car with my lil white bitch, Sosa2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Ova[Hook x4: Freddie Gibbs] | |
| Ain't no play | |
| These fake ass niggas, O.V.A | |
| Ain't no play | |
| These snake ass niggas, O.V.A | |
| [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] | |
| Nigga ain't no play | |
| These snitch ass niggas, O.V.A | |
| Had to close up shop | |
| Niggas hold all the rocks, done for the day | |
| And I'm a hundred round drum | |
| AK-47 right around that bay | |
| Young nigga on the come up | |
| I'm gonna try to fuck 100,000 hoes this summer | |
| Fuck with me and I dumps nigga | |
| Make a move and get moved on | |
| Pushin' packs to my young niggas | |
| Serving dope in your school zone | |
| I need some zone in that backpack | |
| The 38's and 9's, we got that | |
| I'm gonna take my lil' niggas on field trips | |
| We straight kill shit | |
| Where them sacks at, bitch | |
| Cus' it's ova' | |
| Getting road head in a rover | |
| Chevy thang' got a new motor | |
| Fucking with the cane and the soda | |
| Got that yola | |
| And it's ova' | |
| Whole things, halfs, and the quarters | |
| Real ass nigga I told ya | |
| Fucking with the cane and the soda | |
| Got that yoda | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Reese] | |
| Ain't no play | |
| These fake ass niggas be all in your face | |
| And I ain't gon' play | |
| Keep that thing on my waist | |
| So you know I'm gon' spray | |
| 30 in his face | |
| Take his ass to the crib, make him find that safe | |
| And I beat that case | |
| Stay rolling up loud, to the face | |
| My mouth duck taped | |
| These snake ass niggas be talking to the jakes | |
| And it's O.V.A | |
| By all means I gotta get that cake | |
| I don't fuck with the fake | |
| And I party with the 8 | |
| Keep the squares out the shake | |
| My block move yay | |
| My name, ho wait | |
| It's O.V.A | |
| Get them going by the day | |
| Keep the squares out the shake | |
| Louis V on my waist | |
| Just to hold my waist | |
| Just to hold my waist | |
| It's O.V.A | |
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| Gang[Intro] | |
| Steady ride with my niggas, I be slidin' with my niggas | |
| It's war time, first in line with my niggas, on the line with my niggas | |
| I be slidin' with my niggas, steady ride with my niggas | |
| Gang! | |
| Steady ride with my niggas, I be slidin' with my niggas | |
| It's war time, first in line with my niggas, on the line with my niggas | |
| I be slidin' with my niggas, steady ride with my niggas | |
| Gang! | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| We gon' say shit when it's that time, my nigga | |
| War time, first I lie with my niggas, I'ma lie with my niggas | |
| Get outta line, my nigga | |
| Put you back in it like it's school time, my nigga | |
| Overgrind on a nigga, overshine on a nigga | |
| I guess had to put in overtime on a nigga | |
| Got my money on my mind, ain't got my mind on no bitch | |
| Got the G-A-N-G with me, don't ask me who with it | |
| And you ain't really with it, actin' like you with it, that's the quickest way to get it, niggas really bitches | |
| The-They ain't really with it, actin' like they get it, that's the quickest way to get it | |
| .45, cock back, bullets steady spitting | |
| [Bridge: Sample] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Huh? | |
| And this a eye for a eye, so I'm watching every nigga | |
| Huh? | |
| And this a eye for a eye, so I'm ridin' with my niggas | |
| Slidin' with my niggas | |
| Nina got the best sex, call her Aquafina | |
| Caught the niggas snoozing and they did it like they mean it | |
| Niggas steady sleeping, niggas steady dreamin' | |
| I'ma stay up, nigga, I ain't never sleep | |
| Up, up like I'm gekin' | |
| Set the party up, we sayin' opps, we was tweakin' | |
| (Set the party up, we sayin' opps, we was tweakin') | |
| And when we see cops, best believe we ain't speakin' | |
| When niggas see cops, best believe they be speakin' | |
| I guess I be tweakin' | |
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| Love Me (Freestyle)[Intro: Lil Reese] | |
| 300 shit, man, One fifty! | |
| Lil Reese and Lil Bibby | |
| It's ya boy Lil Reese checking in | |
| You rocking with my nigga DJ Bandz | |
| 300 or nothing, Hood Rich, bitch | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Bibby] | |
| I done seen so much, I'm scarred for life | |
| Me and my money gone ball for life | |
| My nigga Credo got charged with life | |
| Guns on my sides so I'm armed for life | |
| And my young niggas still hittin' kick door | |
| Every four bars needa' switch flows | |
| You knew your fucking mans was a snitch though | |
| So why the hell you took him for a lick for? | |
| I don’t fuck with these hoes or these bitch ass niggas | |
| Every time I pull up on my dick ass niggas | |
| Damn, I just wanna be a rich ass nigga | |
| Chasing these hoes, better get cash, nigga | |
| And the bitch that I'm with say she love me | |
| Bitch, you only love this money, I promise you if shit get ugly | |
| She'll up and leave and say, “fuck me!” | |
| But I ain't even tripping, I'mma keep it pimping | |
| They mad cause a young nigga stacking all these digits | |
| Worried 'bout other niggas acting like some these bitches | |
| If the rap don’t work, then we on the block tipping | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Reese] | |
| If rap don't work then we on the block tripping | |
| Out here tryna' to get it, tryna' get it how we get it | |
| Niggas claiming shit, and they really ain't with it | |
| Lotta' of niggas claiming shit and they really ain't with it | |
| Fucked your bitch now she talking 'bout she love me | |
| Bitch, I only love this money, play with me, shit gonna get ugly | |
| Knock 'em down, hit his ass with some chunky | |
| And I'm still on that block I call six-four | |
| Everybody know me, the youngest kid though | |
| Now all of a sudden everybody with the shits though | |
| But then again them niggas ain't on shit though | |
| Pull up do a hit, that's ugly | |
| Every nigga you see with me shooting for me | |
| Fuck the law, flee the scene, that's ugly | |
| But I'm only chasing after money | |
| Get in my way then I'm getting on dummy | |
| Sucker, get in my way then I'm getting on dummy8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Money Stackin[Hook] | |
| Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin | |
| Bitch I'm out here in the field, so it's team no lackin | |
| Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin | |
| Bitch I'm out here in the field, so it's team no lackin | |
| Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin | |
| Bitch I'm out here in the field, so it's team no lackin | |
| Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin | |
| Bitch I'm out here in the field, so it's team no lackin | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Niggas playing games, i ain't for none what's crackin? | |
| And I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin | |
| I'm off the shits, i won't stop I'm crackin | |
| Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin | |
| Ain't playing games, we ain't for none what's crackin? | |
| We sliding doors back and young niggas clappin | |
| Racing to the money I'm speeding like a rabbit | |
| Got a lot of money try to take what I'm having | |
| You get clapped up and that's faster than a rabbit | |
| On 64th, bitch we what's happening | |
| Try to come through, you get clapped with the Mac | |
| 300 shit bitch i been a savage | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] | |
| He reach for it that's a dead body | |
| Elmer Fudd, double barrel shotty | |
| My neck rocky and I'm off a molly | |
| My bitch bad with a Buffie body | |
| Young niggas shoot at anybody | |
| All these bands got a nigga cocky | |
| Strapped in the club motherfucker | |
| Lil Reese get him! | |
| Man down, let the piece hit him | |
| Doit broad day and police with him | |
| Yellow tape, let the streets get him | |
| Chalk him out, white sheet did him | |
| Bow bow, I'm bussin' at him | |
| I'm balling hard, no NBA | |
| My bitch a diamond, Lisa Raye | |
| Spend 20k at least a day | |
| Do it weekend nigga? Do it everyday! | |
| She wit me? She go every way | |
| Count this money til' my fingers hurt | |
| When i hit the pussy i bet she squirt | |
| Selling dope, we ain't got to work | |
| Real nigga, no tight shirt | |
| My gun don't work, i got a knife | |
| You disrespect, I'm doing life | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3: Wale] | |
| Lot of paper bring a lot of haters, capeesh? | |
| And the more you make a be the more you make, it ain't sweet | |
| But i do me (fasho!) | |
| Do i lose sleep? (hell no!) | |
| If i fall down, before they start counting I'm back on my feet | |
| This that flyraq meet chiraq, no contest with that flow | |
| All of my heads out, with young dreadlocks, couple real niggas from the 'go | |
| Like i said in one song | |
| Life is lame with no goals | |
| Barely rap about dope, whenever i don't you niggas ignore | |
| Chop be cooking that crack, and talking hard rock, and talking that snow | |
| Naw, Chop a send me that track, i send that shit back in back of that hearse | |
| Crack ain't something i know, ain't something i did just keeping it real | |
| As a matter of fact, you never moved crack | |
| But knowing yall rappers a probably throw a brick, bitch | |
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| Baby[Chorus: Young Thug] | |
| Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby | |
| Let me tell you a lil' somethin' baby | |
| Ooh, I wanna tell you somethin' baby | |
| Listen to me, I'ma tell you baby, baby | |
| We ain't got no cards in these wallets over here | |
| We ain't got no cards in these wallets over here | |
| We ain't got no, baby, we ain't got not no | |
| Baby, we ain't got no cards in these wallets over here | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Young nigga, I'm super savage | |
| Young nigga, I'm super savage | |
| We got the .30 in the club, yeah we got | |
| Snuck the .30 in the club 'cause we 'bout it | |
| And a nigga talkin' like he got dough | |
| And I already know he a ho | |
| So you know how the shit gon' go | |
| We gon' take him down and come back to the show | |
| She say let's go out I said no | |
| She say Reese take me out I say no | |
| Baby you already know how it go | |
| The hotel or the motel flow | |
| I got hunnids in my pockets I'ma blow | |
| On me and the squad though | |
| If a bitch wanna come with us she gonna fuck for free and she ain't gonna get no dough (No cash) | |
| But I'm on your ass | |
| If you owe me cash | |
| You better run that cash | |
| You better run that fast | |
| No credit cards in my wallet bitch I got all cash | |
| In my stash house it ain't number 30s and choppers I blast | |
| [Chorus: Young Thug] | |
| Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby | |
| Let me tell you a lil' somethin' baby | |
| Ooh, I wanna tell you somethin' baby | |
| Listen to me, I'ma tell you baby, baby | |
| We ain't got no cards in these wallets over here | |
| We ain't got no cards in these wallets over here | |
| We ain't got no, baby, we ain't got not no | |
| Baby, we ain't got no cards in these wallets over here | |
| [Verse 2: Young Thug] | |
| We ain't together ho, we ain't together ho | |
| We ain't together ho, we not together | |
| We not together baby, we ain't together baby | |
| We not together baby, we not together baby | |
| But if she gonna ride the dick I'm gonna let her baby | |
| I'm gon stack up on my cheese and my cheddar baby | |
| I don't pay for service, the shit don't matter baby | |
| Niggas smoking just like Bob but not cheeley, baby | |
| Check your bitch my nigga, don't check my bro | |
| Just because he don't smell like tacos don't mean he don't got nachos | |
| Plus he good with the wordplay just like Rocko | |
| Ya nigga living lavish my main girl a marvel | |
| [Chorus: Young Thug] | |
| Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby | |
| Let me tell you a lil' somethin' baby | |
| Ooh, I wanna tell you somethin' baby | |
| Listen to me, I'ma tell you baby, baby | |
| We ain't got no cards in these wallets over here | |
| We ain't got no cards in these wallets over here | |
| We ain't got no, baby, we ain't got not no | |
| Baby, we ain't got no cards in these wallets over here6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| We Don’t Count Money[Hook:Hell Rell] | |
| I said I'm always rocking the latest | |
| Cock it back and spray it | |
| Extort shit and you better pay it | |
| We don't count money we weight it, boy | |
| We don't count money we weight it | |
| Cock it back and spray it | |
| Your bitch said I'm the greatest | |
| Put a hundred grand on this scale | |
| A hundred grand for my belt | |
| Put a hundred grand on his head | |
| Bet a hundred grand he gon' tell, boy | |
| We don't count money we weight it | |
| Cock it back and spray it | |
| Don't move it, unless I OK | |
| [Verse 1:Lil Reese] | |
| Three hundred deep we ain't playing | |
| We can't count this shit, too many bands | |
| Don't ship and move it till' we see it | |
| You can't owe me shit, you better pay it | |
| I'm getting fucked up for that bread | |
| We don't take shit, we ain't playing | |
| Extorting niggas, they gotta pay it | |
| Money coming in, I gotta weigh it | |
| Get out of line, shit we spraying | |
| That get you going for them bands | |
| And it's just us | |
| Fuck what they saying | |
| Can't fuck me, without fucking my mans | |
| So bitch what's your plan | |
| You gon' fuck, or keep playing | |
| I'm getting kicked out, that's the plan | |
| When we coming through, we ain't playing | |
| Shots fired, it ain't my mans | |
| I ain't seen shit, what you saying | |
| Pull up in a benz | |
| Fuck her and her friends | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2:Hell Rell] | |
| I got bands all in my hair | |
| Bands all in my pocket | |
| That boy get out of line | |
| Shit we might launch that rocket | |
| My lawyer beat the case up like domestic violence, women | |
| Threw him one hundred racks, plus paid for | |
| He's good on college tuition | |
| Fuck with me, you might end up missing | |
| I got it low for them pigeons | |
| I got, three ice crosses on my neck, but I'm no Christian | |
| I came through topless | |
| Damn Rell, where your roof is | |
| Fucked her all at my old house | |
| I'm gonna kick her out of my new crib | |
| Don't keep bricks where I stay | |
| No nigga, I'm not stupid | |
| I don't love that bitch | |
| I was never shot by cupid | |
| They talking rows, I ain't been rocking them | |
| Talking cars like I ain't been copping them | |
| Been crashing them | |
| Benjamin's is my best friend | |
| I been stacking them | |
| Killers on a payroll | |
| That bitch is on the speed dial | |
| The D.A. was mad | |
| Should of seen her face, when I beat trial | |
| I need a new benz | |
| I need a new Glock | |
| We got the city fucked up | |
| Plus my dick is her new drug | |
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| Walter Payton[Chorus] | |
| Money over bitches, I gotta get this cash in (This cash in) | |
| I'ma call a play and they gon' think we passing (We passing) | |
| Every time I skate, I see them niggas hating (Skrrt) | |
| They know we running lines | |
| I call it Walter Payton, Walter Payton | |
| Why they be fakin'? | |
| A lot of niggas say they real, but they be fakin' | |
| I call it Walter Payton, Walter Payton | |
| They know we running lines | |
| I call it Walter Payton | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Walter Payton, why they be fakin'? | |
| A lot of niggas say the real, but they be fakin' | |
| But they be fakin', my niggas waiting | |
| We out here on this block and nigga, my niggas waiting | |
| We got no patience, these shooters anxious | |
| I think I lost my patience | |
| If you ain't with us, then it's fuck you, we do this for the nation | |
| 3Hunna crazy | |
| 3Hunna crazy | |
| And I ain't talking running lines when I say, Walter Payton | |
| Walter Payton, I'm running up, I'm banging | |
| We out here posted up on this block, and bitch, we Lamron crazy | |
| Lamron crazy, bitch, yeah we Lamron crazy (3Hunna) | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Money over bitches, I gotta get this cash in (This cash in) | |
| I'ma call a play and they gon' think we passing (We passing) | |
| Every time I skate, I see them niggas hating (Skrrt) | |
| They know we running lines | |
| I call it Walter Payton, Walter Payton | |
| Why they be fakin'? | |
| A lot of niggas say they real, but they be fakin' | |
| I call it Walter Payton, Walter Payton | |
| They know we running lines | |
| I call it Walter Payton | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Walter Payton, now I been thinkin' | |
| A lot of niggas they not with the shits, so they been fakin' | |
| Yeah, they been fakin', they ain't gon' make it | |
| We fucked her and you wifed her, man, that shit is crazy (Slutty Boyz) | |
| That shit is crazy, we do this shit for us, nigga ain't no hesitation | |
| Free my niggas in them counties | |
| Who they tryna hang, man, they tryna hang, man | |
| It ain't no game, man, you know 3Hunna | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Money over bitches, I gotta get this cash in (This cash in) | |
| I'ma call a play and they gon' think we passing (We passing) | |
| Every time I skate, I see them niggas hating (Skrrt) | |
| They know we running lines | |
| I call it Walter Payton, Walter Payton | |
| Why they be fakin'? | |
| A lot of niggas say they real, but they be fakin' | |
| I call it Walter Payton, Walter Payton | |
| They know we running lines | |
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| Ready 4 Real[Chorus: Tee Grizzley] | |
| Bro in the back and he loading the steel | |
| He keep repeating “I’m ready fa’real” | |
| I catch the chills, when he shoot the mac | |
| Cause I know that he tryna kill | |
| You niggas playin', ain’t ready to die | |
| Chill, before you get ate like a meal (like a meal) | |
| Pause, before you get shot like a film (like a film) | |
| Ten’ll, have niggas jump on yo lid (jump on his lid) | |
| Don’t go for the injury, go for the kill | |
| Mission failed if niggas live (retry) | |
| Niggas play roles, when I up the steel, they be like “Tee, I got kids” | |
| Two F&N’s, I ain’t talkin' bitches | |
| When I say I’m ridin' with the twins | |
| Scope on the choppa, I ain’t talkin' cameras | |
| When I say I’m ridin' with the lens | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Off the lean and the drink that’s a pour-up (pour up) | |
| .40 on a nigga when we roll up (roll up) | |
| Can’t control us (nah) | |
| Smokin' on the opp when we roll up (roll up) | |
| Shit got tough I ain’t fold up (fold up) | |
| Stackin' all this money from the floor up (floor up) | |
| Still in the hood and I blew up (blew up) | |
| 300 with me and I roll up (roll up) | |
| Me and Tee Grizzley won’t slow up (nah) | |
| Too much money can’t control us (nah) | |
| Too many young niggas rollin' (rollin') | |
| All of these young niggas blowin' (blowin') | |
| All of these hoes be goin' (goin') | |
| All my guns they blowin' (blowin') | |
| I remember I ain’t had none (none) | |
| Young nigga I ain’t had none (none) | |
| Tryna turn none into some (some) | |
| Me know I’ma make some (make some) | |
| Me know I’ma take some (take some) | |
| Me know I’ma shake some (shake some) | |
| Get caught don’t say none (none) | |
| Most of them gon say some | |
| Chill ‘fore lil bro fade some | |
| I caught the chills when he shot the mac | |
| Shit gon happen then it’s that (then it’s that) | |
| Knew I’m gon ride for my set (you know it) | |
| Smokin' on loud that’s a fact (dope) | |
| [Verse 2: Tee Grizzley] | |
| Niggas only thugs on the net (on the what) | |
| Before I got verified, I had a check | |
| A-R pistol make a mess of your flesh | |
| 2,000 pills, turn around with them racks (them racks) | |
| I’m strapped, he strapped too (strapped too) | |
| Blow strapped, Reese strapped too (glizzy's) | |
| Manny strapped cause niggas fu (boy) | |
| Don’t let IG get you blew (bitch) | |
| Watch me go in for the kill (for the kill) | |
| Go anywhere cause I’m trill (I'm trill) | |
| Ice hit in the dark cause it’s real (it's ice) | |
| Watch who you shoot they’ll tell (what) | |
| Don’t give a fuck about 12 (naw) | |
| Got niggas locked up in cells (free the real) | |
| So don’t think that you safe in jail | |
| Don’t say free bruh if you ain’t send no mail (bitch) | |
| [Chorus: Tee Grizzley] | |
| Bro in the back and he loading the steel | |
| He keep repeating “I’m ready fa’real” | |
| I catch the chills, when he shoot the mac | |
| Cause I know that he tryna kill | |
| You niggas playin', ain’t ready to die | |
| Chill, before you get ate like a meal (like a meal) | |
| Pause, before you get shot like a film (like a film) | |
| Ten’ll, have niggas jump on yo lid (jump on his lid) | |
| Don’t go for the injury, go for the kill | |
| Mission failed if niggas live (retry) | |
| Niggas play roles, when I up the steel, they be like “Tee, I got kids” | |
| Two FNN’s, I ain’t talkin' bitches | |
| When I say I’m ridin' with the twins | |
| Scope on the choppa, I ain’t talkin' cameras | |
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| Day 1[Intro] | |
| Three Zero Zero | |
| Day 1 Shit Nigga | |
| [Hook] | |
| Day 1 shit nigga who you with? | |
| Same niggas how could I switch? | |
| Same niggas in the same clique | |
| Throwing up signs gang banging and shit | |
| Day 1 shit nigga who you with? | |
| Same niggas how can I switch? | |
| Day 1 shit this the same clique | |
| I'm still wit the same niggas how could I switch? | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Day 1 Shit niggas who you with? (300) | |
| Three Zero Zero nigga thats the same clique | |
| Day 1 Shit nigga who you with? | |
| We getting money we ain't with that shit | |
| False Flagging I ain't wit that shit | |
| Getting money I'm all into it | |
| These niggas bitches man they feminine | |
| My niggas killas man they killing shit | |
| Had to switch up my lane now Im flying now Im zooming and shit Had to switch up my lane now Im flying now Im zooming and shit | |
| I just popped this flat I swear Ion need real shit | |
| Just poor up the lean wit the xan Ion need real shit | |
| [Hook] | |
| Day 1 shit nigga who you with? | |
| Same niggas how could I switch? | |
| Same niggas in the same clique | |
| Throwing up signs gang banging and shit | |
| Day 1 shit nigga who you with? | |
| Same niggas how can I switch? | |
| Day 1 shit this the same clique | |
| I'm still wit the same niggas how could I switch? | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Throwing up the signs like nigga what you wit? | |
| Three Zero Zero man I swear we do this shit (gang) | |
| I swear my niggas grimy we ain't new to this | |
| I swear these niggas bitches they don't do this shit | |
| And how we pull up on the scene is ludicrous | |
| Tryna talk my ears off like he shooting shit | |
| Day 1 shit thats the code I cannot switch | |
| Day 1 shit them my niggas I cannot switch | |
| Day 1 shit we get down we all for the shit | |
| Day 1 shit we be on it we all for that shit | |
| While niggas talkin these niggas plotting so I | |
| Sit back and shit | |
| While niggas talking these niggas plotting so I got my shit | |
| [Hook] | |
| Day 1 shit nigga who you with? | |
| Same niggas how could I switch? | |
| Same niggas in the same clique | |
| Throwing up signs gang banging and shit | |
| Day 1 shit nigga who you with? | |
| Same niggas how can I switch? | |
| Day 1 shit this the same clique | |
| I'm still wit the same niggas how could I switch? | |
| [Outro] | |
| I'm out here man... | |
| R.I.P. to my fallen soldiers man... | |
| Free The Guys... | |
| Gang Banging and shit...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Come Outside[Hook] | |
| Better not ca- | |
| Better not | |
| Better not | |
| Better not catch that boy outside | |
| (Better not catch that boy outside) | |
| That boy scared don´t come outside | |
| (That boy scared don´t come outside) | |
| They throw rocks then go hide | |
| (They throw rocks then go hide) | |
| That ain´t how we rock up on my side | |
| (That ain´t how we rock up on my side) | |
| It´s gon´ be a homicide | |
| (It´s gon´ be a homicide) | |
| Ain´t gotta make one call they all gon´ride | |
| (Ain't gotta make one call) | |
| Better not let a nigga take yo shine | |
| High off the perc, I´m floating (Smoke, smoke) | |
| Smokin that tooka, I´m chokin | |
| You better not think we ain´t totin (We ain´t totin) | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Lost my top, I lost my mind, none of these hoes ain't mine (Ain´t mine) | |
| Fucked that bitch then kicked her out | |
| Yeah she knows what time | |
| Why a fuck niggas try to get in my way | |
| I got back every time (Every time) | |
| Feds came and tried to kick in my door | |
| Somebody ratted now | |
| Bitch must think she tricking me | |
| Hoe no ain't no tricking me | |
| No sugar daddy, no trick or treat | |
| Fuck you thought you was tricking me | |
| Light a nigga ass up, christmas tree | |
| A lot of these niggas ain't been in the streets | |
| We been in these streets | |
| Been totin heat, you know me | |
| Know how I be, it ain't sweet | |
| 12 on my ass they harassing me | |
| 12 get behind me can't last with me | |
| In something fast can't catch me | |
| Pass to the bro we flexin | |
| Fuck nigga know it get reckless | |
| Bitch I don't rock Giuseppe's | |
| And I can't rock no tight jeans | |
| Cause I can't tuck my weapon | |
| [Hook] | |
| Better not | |
| Better not catch that boy outside | |
| (Better not catch that boy outside) | |
| That boy scared don´t come outside | |
| (That boy scared don´t come outside) | |
| They throw rocks then go hide | |
| (They throw rocks then go hide) | |
| That ain´t how we rock up on my side | |
| (That ain´t how we rock up on my side) | |
| It´s gon´ be a homicide | |
| (It´s gon´ be a homicide) | |
| Ain´t gotta make one call they all gon´ride | |
| (Ain't gotta make one call) | |
| Better not let a nigga take yo shine | |
| High off the perc, I´m floating (Smoke, smoke) | |
| Smokin that tooka, I´m chokin | |
| You better not think we ain´t totin (We ain´t totin) | |
| [Bridge] | |
| Money in the hood nigga everywhere, it's floating, so I gotta get focused | |
| All my niggas I ride with, they'll smoke you, they'll poke you | |
| Dumb lil bitch lied talkin about she a virgin, when I hit it, it was open | |
| MIA riding back to back, any nigga run up again, they gettin murked | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I'ma hit a fucknigga really where it hurt | |
| Big ass gun, when I shoot it don't jerk | |
| If I don't come in first, then this shit ain't gon' work | |
| These niggas actin like that, they ain't even go to work | |
| Lost my niggas to this shit, lil nigga it hurt | |
| I remember being on the block trying to get the mikes first | |
| Just fucked a bitch I dip | |
| Shit fucked up but I don't trip | |
| Cause it could be worse | |
| It's too much fake love in this shit | |
| I done lost too much blood in this shit | |
| Police chase me, I ain't throwing my shit | |
| Nigga on the internet talking that shit | |
| Nigga know he ain't really about that shit | |
| Tell that bitch I just wanna hit | |
| I ain't wifing no bitch | |
| Tryna hit me a lick | |
| Better not be a vick | |
| [Hook] | |
| Better not | |
| Better not catch that boy outside | |
| (Better not catch that boy outside) | |
| That boy scared don´t come outside | |
| (That boy scared don´t come outside) | |
| They throw rocks then go hide | |
| (They throw rocks then go hide) | |
| That ain´t how we rock up on my side | |
| (That ain´t how we rock up on my side) | |
| It´s gon´ be a homicide | |
| It´s gon´ be a homicide | |
| Ain´t gotta make one call they all gon´ride | |
| (Ain't gotta make one call) | |
| Better not let a nigga take yo shine | |
| High off the perc, I´m floating (Smoke, smoke) | |
| Smokin that tooka, I´m chokin | |
| You better not think we ain´t totin (We ain´t totin)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Grindin’Bitch we grinding | |
| Want it? | |
| Come and take it from us nigga | |
| [Hook: Lil Reese & Lil Herb] | |
| Young niggas grinding | |
| Killers stay behind me | |
| Shit, ain't hard to find us, cause we always shining | |
| Look at all these diamonds | |
| Forgiato riding | |
| Horny model smashing | |
| Semi-auto sidekick | |
| But we just out here grinding, grinding, grinding | |
| We be out here grinding, grinding, grinding | |
| Scared money not making money; you know we got it | |
| Got that shit, then come take it from us | |
| See we grinding | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Take a look up in my circle, new niggas can't find it | |
| Pull up on your bitch so fast, just watch how fast she climb in | |
| Whenever I'm out in traffic, that .30 be my sidekick | |
| If we catch an opp in traffic, we gon' let him have it | |
| Young living savage, all my niggas savage | |
| Take a nigga down for whatever, just to have it | |
| And I heard he got it | |
| I be in the hood a lot | |
| I ain't hard to find, bitch | |
| I be on my grind, bitch | |
| I be on my grind, bitch | |
| I be toting 9 shit, Extendo with the rubber grip | |
| That is hard to find, bitch | |
| Extendo with the 30 clips, you can not just find it (Naw) | |
| Turn up on a fuck nigga, call it perfect timing | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Herb]. | |
| You can see me grinding | |
| Or in the GT smashing (Errk) | |
| Me and Reesy spazzing | |
| A million, easy access | |
| Smoking weed relaxing (*Inhales*) | |
| What you mean we taxing? (Taxing?) | |
| Double G designer (What?), Louis V pajamas (What?) | |
| Tempurpedic mattress, the nina sleep beside it | |
| Don't need a bitch, I'm savage (Naw) | |
| Think all these bitches average (Yup) | |
| I'm busy stacking cabbage | |
| You know what that mean | |
| Got a lot of green | |
| 50 hundreds in my Robin's jeans | |
| I'm a Prada fiend (Damn) | |
| Pull up on them and I start the scene (What?) | |
| Bitches see me, they just start to scream | |
| No it's not a dream | |
| Wanna suck and fuck me, gotta knock the team (Yup) | |
| Get a night of fame (Yup) | |
| Later shorty, I forgot her name | |
| Now I'm posted trying to knock a block of 'caine (I got it) | |
| If you run up on me, then I'm popping things (Bow!) | |
| It is not a game (Bow!), now you mopping brains (Bow!) | |
| [Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Rob Who[Chorus: La Roux] | |
| I'm going in for the kill | |
| I'm doing it for a thrill | |
| I'm hoping you'll understand | |
| And I let go of my hand | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Rob who? I'll clap you up, boy that's an easy kill | |
| Eighteen, but I'll transform him like a pill | |
| I'm goin' hard, stomachache, bitch I need a meal | |
| Think I'm playin'? The whole Lam' gotta eat forreal | |
| We get it poppin', you'd be surprised who up in the field | |
| 300 tryna catch a body, call it Holyfield | |
| The dour got me super focused, boy this shit ill | |
| I'm drinkin' Remy, no chaser, 'til I fuckin' spill | |
| I can't trust a soul, they ain't who they say they is | |
| Niggas is bitches, they'll snitch you to a hundred years | |
| A small circle, no new niggas, I ain't switchin' gears | |
| A body gettin' dropped every day, this shit real | |
| A lotta niggas say they real, they ain't really real | |
| A lotta bitches say they bad, they ain't really bad | |
| Niggas talkin' 'bout they cash, like what they had | |
| Niggas say they got that bag, man they wish they had (that bag!) | |
| [Chorus: La Roux] | |
| I'm going in for the kill | |
| I'm doing it for a thrill | |
| I'm hoping you'll understand | |
| And I let go of my hand | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Durk] | |
| Rob who? I'll clap you up, now that's an easy kill | |
| Only The Family in my eyes, and nigga it's a drill | |
| Fire a slug, got him sizzlin' like he Emmett Till | |
| Niggas claim they in the streets, I'm out here for real | |
| Can't trust too many bitches, they be low-key and sneaky | |
| Pillow talkin' to niggas, turned to be opposition | |
| Now he woofin' to bitches, why you woofin' these bitches? | |
| Now he sleepin' with fishes, two cups fucked up my vision | |
| Ay Lil Moe, bro I miss you, after that I kept distance | |
| Nobody tell me shit, you know that I won't listen | |
| If I start, I'mma finish, to them I am a menace | |
| I got the 40 in his mouth like I'm a dentist | |
| [Chorus: La Roux] | |
| I'm going in for the kill | |
| I'm doing it for a thrill | |
| I'm hoping you'll understand | |
| And I let go of my handEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Supa Savage[Lil Reese] | |
| Squad! | |
| Supa savage | |
| Supa savage all us supa savage | |
| Foe'nem Supa Savage | |
| The mixtape supa savage | |
| Supa savage all us supa savage | |
| Supa savage all us supa savage | |
| Supa savage plus the mixtape supa savage | |
| Supa savage my whole squad supa savage | |
| Supa savage my whole squad supa savage | |
| We got them 30's and them 40's a let you have it (Man Down!) | |
| Supa Savage my whole squad supa savage | |
| We keep them ratchets just in case the shit get tragic | |
| It get tragic just know we had our ratchet | |
| On that money watch me spreadin it know I got it | |
| On that money watch me spread it know I got it | |
| Rob me fuck nigga I got it | |
| He thought I was sweet nigga I ain't a stain | |
| I keep the banger on me nigga I ain't no lame | |
| I fuck with Oblock nigga and that is the gang | |
| I fuck with 300 and bitch we is the gang1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| That’s What’s Up[Hook] | |
| Pull off in a foreign, that's what's up | |
| All these hoes going, nigga that's what's up | |
| I got my own weed nigga, that's what's up | |
| Don't need to hit your shit nigga, that's what's up | |
| All my niggas with me, nigga that's what's up | |
| Don't fuck with fuck niggas, nigga that's what's up | |
| I'm a real nigga, that's what's up | |
| Ain't fucking with no squares nigga, that's what's up. | |
| [Verse] | |
| Ain't fucking with no squares nigga and that's what's up | |
| The police at the nose, say put your hands up | |
| Me know I'm me, I'm dirty as fuck so I hit the cut | |
| Ain't try to see the county or that other stuff | |
| Free my niggas in the county for that other stuff | |
| Me I know me, I try to make the money jump | |
| He playing games, we fuck around, put him in the trunk | |
| We got F and N's, we got mac 10s, how you want it boy | |
| Only fucking with the gang nigga, that's what's up | |
| We ain't fucking with no lames nigga and that's what's up | |
| On the block everyday nigga, that's what's up | |
| Your foreign car ride pass it get fed up | |
| [Hook] | |
| Pull off in a foreign, that's what's up | |
| All these hoes going, that's what's up | |
| I got my own weed nigga, that's what's up | |
| Don't need to hit your shit nigga, that's what's up | |
| All my niggas with me, nigga that's what's up | |
| I'm a real nigga, that's what's up | |
| Ain't fucking with no squares nigga, that's what's up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| GetBackMood, Pt. 2[Intro] | |
| Get you together | |
| 'Gether | |
| Gon' get you together | |
| [Verse] | |
| I get on your ass, who the fuck gon' stop me? (Who gon' stop me?) | |
| Bitch, my pockets fat, yeah they extra stocky (Extra stocky) | |
| All these bitches on me, yeah they steady watchin' (Steady watchin') | |
| All these niggas in here, yeah they steady watchin' (Steady watchin') | |
| But we keep Glocks, we ain't worried, we ain't stoppin' (Nah) | |
| But we keep Glocks, we ain't worried, they keep watchin' (Watchin') | |
| He said he gon' try me, what's the hold up, then what's stoppin' him? (What's stoppin' 'em?) | |
| These niggas be police, I don't trust these niggas for nothin' (For nothin') | |
| All of a sudden, now these niggas talkin' bout "We cousins" (We cousins) | |
| I fucked that bitch, I left her sittin' out on her cousin (Her cousin) | |
| I fucked that bitch, I almost forgot to put on a rubber (A rubber) | |
| I don't fuck with you, I don't fuck with your kind, you ain't on nothin' (Nothin') | |
| I fuck with niggas who just like me in the streets, they thuggin' (They thuggin') | |
| Tried to give him a little soft, put him on his feet, but he don't know how to hustle (Hustle) | |
| He ain't got no hustle, tell they ass get you, they rush you (Rush you) | |
| Big four-five gon' touch you (Touch you) | |
| I heard they ass talk, and I'ma hush 'em (Hush) | |
| Pressure, everyday it's pressure (Pressure) | |
| Get on your ass, ain't no let up (Let up) | |
| Put your ass on that schedule (Schedule) | |
| We gon' get you together (Together) | |
| Catch him, stretch him (Stretch him), in any weather (Weather) | |
| Talkin' bout Glocks (Glocks), lil' nigga we got several (Several) | |
| Since she brought her friend (Friend), I'ma try to fuck them together (Together) | |
| Groups of hoes, I done hit 'bout several (Several) | |
| Fuck that club, they ain't let me bring the metal (Metal) | |
| He actin' crazy, like we ain't gon' get his ass together (Together) | |
| These police ass niggas'll have you goin' federal (Federal) | |
| The niggas you grew up with, tellin' on each other (Other) | |
| Where you from? Throw it up, show 'em how you comin' | |
| Where we from, we get Get Back, it ain't nothin' | |
| [Outro] | |
| We gon' get you together | |
| We gon' get you together | |
| We gon' get you together (We gon' get you) | |
| We gon' get you together | |
| I just been on some gang shit lately | |
| Matter fact, I just been on some- | |
| On some Lamron shit, on some Normal backwards shit | |
| I been on some, I just been on some Normal backwards shit | |
| We gon' get you, we gon' get you, we gon' get you togetherEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Come Around[Hook] | |
| Came up and still come around | |
| Now they say you don't come around | |
| Same niggas you grew up with | |
| Come around, can't trust shit | |
| Too many niggas be shystie | |
| Cut 'em off, it ain't right with me | |
| Same niggas you bust at | |
| Same niggas I bust at | |
| Imma line 'em up, let's see | |
| Imma cut you in, that's me | |
| Catch a case, we ain't coppin no plea | |
| We gon' fight it all the way till it's beat | |
| I don't know about you, know about me | |
| Can't go that way, no it ain't me | |
| Shit in the streets, broski, keep it in the streets | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Came up, I still come around | |
| A lot of niggas don't come around | |
| When I ain't around, they still talkin' down | |
| Leave that shit up to the clowns | |
| If he ain't around, I ain't talkin' down | |
| Heard he ain't even been in the town | |
| (Heard he ain't even been in the town) | |
| Next subject, I gotta get it now | |
| Cut 'em off, it ain't right with me | |
| Lil bad bitch spend a night with me | |
| But she can only get one night with me | |
| That fu shit, miss me | |
| Fuck nigga keep your distance | |
| I don't wanna know who snitch | |
| (I don't wanna know who snitch) | |
| [Hook] | |
| Came up and still come around | |
| Now they say you don't come around | |
| Same niggas you grew up with | |
| Come around, can't trust shit | |
| Too many niggas be shystie | |
| Cut 'em off, it ain't right with me | |
| Same niggas you bust at | |
| Same niggas I bust at | |
| Imma line 'em up, let's see | |
| Imma cut you in, that's me | |
| Catch a case, we ain't coppin no plea | |
| We gon' fight all the way till it's beat | |
| I don't know about you, know about me | |
| Can't go that way, no it ain't me | |
| Shit in the streets, broski, keep it in the streets | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| If the shit in the streets, I'ma keep it in the streets | |
| No I ain't gon' tweet | |
| Nigga I'ma be me | |
| Ain't puttin on a show, this shit ain't free | |
| The older, the wiser | |
| I rather just surprise 'em | |
| Ain’t boostin, I'm braggin | |
| Got a stain on a couple P's | |
| If you want war ain't no peace | |
| Fuck nigga don't want beef | |
| I'm out here, no hide and seek | |
| [Hook] | |
| Came up, still come around | |
| Now they say you don't come around | |
| Same niggas you grew up with | |
| Come around, can't trust shit | |
| Too many niggas be shystie | |
| Cut 'em off, it ain't right with me | |
| Same niggas you bust at | |
| Same niggas I bust at | |
| Imma line 'em up, let's see | |
| Imma cut you in, that's me | |
| Catch a case, we ain't coppin no plea | |
| We gon' fight it all the way till it's beat | |
| I don't know about you, know about me | |
| Can't go that way, no it ain't me | |
| Shit in the streets, broski, keep it in the streetsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Gotta Be[Intro] | |
| Aye miss me with that goofy shit, man | |
| Straight up | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| Gotta be real for yourself | |
| I can't switch, I don't know nothin' else | |
| Yeah, you can catch me by myself | |
| Oh, that's the main reason why I'm by myself | |
| Yeah, that's what's goin' on, nothin' else | |
| Tell you you changed but they changed they self | |
| No I don't need no change, money change itself | |
| But you got to watch 'em, cause fu niggas change they self | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Yeah, you got to watch 'em cause fu niggas change they self | |
| Sneak dissin', man, that shit bad for your health | |
| Run around with the same niggas, like it ain't nothin' else | |
| To do, hit licks and capers too | |
| Bust a move by myself, I got the tool | |
| Put my back against the wall, I'ma shoot | |
| It don't take much I'ma get through | |
| But the fake I can see right through | |
| Trick me, nah she gon' trick you | |
| Bitch gon' do what a bitch do | |
| Tried to work down but she got loose | |
| Now she don't even know what to do | |
| But a nigga like me, I do | |
| All hundreds in my roll, they blue | |
| Fifty-five, I'ma take care of the crew | |
| Nah, nigga, I ain't nothin' like you | |
| Nah, nigga, I ain't nothin' like you | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| Gotta be real for yourself | |
| I can't switch, I don't know nothin' else | |
| Yeah, you can catch me by myself | |
| Oh, that's the main reason why I'm by myself | |
| Yeah, that's what's goin' on, nothin' else | |
| Tell you you changed but they changed they self | |
| No I don't need no change, money change itself | |
| But you got to watch 'em, cause fu niggas change they self | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Sneak diss the gang, boy, your ass gon' need some help | |
| Call on niggas, nah I don't need no help | |
| But I'm with my niggas | |
| And everybody got an extended | |
| Niggas act like they with it | |
| But niggas ain't really-really with it | |
| Can't come through the hood or flip it | |
| Can't come to the hood, can't kick it | |
| Can't come through when we ain't tryin' to kick it | |
| Got a check then that you mean got a ticket | |
| And I hate when I got to go visit | |
| See folks locked down, penitentiary | |
| Shit there will fuck a nigga up mentally | |
| But stay strong, young nigga, stay with it | |
| And free the gang locked down in penitentiary | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| Gotta be real for yourself | |
| I can't switch, I don't know nothin' else | |
| Yeah, you can catch me by myself | |
| Oh, that's the main reason why I'm by myself | |
| Yeah, that's what's goin' on, nothin' else | |
| Tell you you changed but they changed they self | |
| No I don't need no change, money change itself | |
| But you got to watch 'em, cause fu niggas change they selfEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Waddam[Hook:Fredo Santana] | |
| I'm smoking on the gas, so stinky like waddam | |
| My neck and my wrist all froze like waddam | |
| Pockets all swollen, they looking like waddam | |
| Pull up to the scene, all the bitches like waddam | |
| Waddam, waddam, waddam, waddam | |
| Pull up on the scene, all the bitches like waddam | |
| Waddam, waddam | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Pull up on the scene, all the bitches like waddam | |
| You that nigga from the lam, you get down | |
| I heard about your service, don't fuck with clowns | |
| And if a nigga think us, we get blam | |
| Them 300 boys don't fuck around | |
| We be on up that block, we chop you down | |
| Serve them fiends anything now | |
| Anything go for cheap now | |
| It's a drought but it ain't sweet now | |
| Don't try to play us, you get manned down | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2: Fredo Santana] | |
| Out of town trips, got me feeling like the man | |
| Ten bands in my pants just cause I can | |
| No feeding these bitches money, man, I just give 'em grams | |
| Just robbed my plug for a brick and spent it on a chain | |
| Got niggas talkin' drugs but they ain't sold a thing | |
| I still keep it on me, man, it ain't shit changed | |
| These bitches ain't shit, they just wanna be saved | |
| These bitches ain't shit, they just wanna be saved | |
| In the trap, servin' junkies, steady countin' hundreds | |
| I break the work down then I give it to my cousin | |
| First of the month, man, you know my trap jumping | |
| If you ain't got no work, man, you better sell something | |
| [Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Change Up[Hook: Lil Durk] | |
| I done seen a lotta niggas change up | |
| I done seen a lotta niggas change up | |
| I done seen a lotta niggas change up | |
| I done seen a lotta niggas changed up | |
| Changed up, changed up (Niggas changed up) | |
| Changed up, changed up (These niggas changed up) | |
| I done seen a lotta niggas change up (Changed up) | |
| I done seen a lotta niggas changed up | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Came up, I seen niggas change up | |
| Niggas out here in the field snitchin', giving names up | |
| And that block I come from I swear we wouldn't change nothin' | |
| Just young hot heads who don't really give a fuck | |
| If it ain't about money, then it ain't no nothin' | |
| Just rolled another L, I'm bout to face another block | |
| And my take don't take L's, I bet we give them out or something | |
| And I'm having flashbacks it's like I've seen this shit coming | |
| I done seen a lot of niggas change, I swear it ain't nothin' | |
| Young niggas run around and they don't want no money | |
| They gon' shoot anyway, get snatched don't know nothin' | |
| Feds grabbin' niggas, watch they ass tell somethin' | |
| L's | |
| [Hook: Lil Durk] | |
| I done seen a lotta niggas change up | |
| I done seen a lotta niggas change up | |
| I done seen a lotta niggas change up | |
| I done seen a lotta niggas changed up | |
| Changed up, changed up (Niggas changed up) | |
| Changed up, changed up (These niggas changed up) | |
| I done seen a lotta niggas change up (Changed up) | |
| I done seen a lotta niggas changed up | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Reese] | |
| Let's get it | |
| I done came up and niggas on the same stuff | |
| Had to switch my circle up 'cuz that shit was dangerous | |
| I say "change up", these niggas really change up | |
| Playin' games with the gang, quickest way to get flamed up | |
| I say flame up, like that shit be flame up | |
| And I wouldn't change up, they can't change us | |
| And all my niggas scrap, armed and dangerous | |
| In the field we play for keeps and that shit that dangerous | |
| See the police on speak, couple places got a beep | |
| All my niggas in the streets and all my niggas ride for me | |
| All my niggas in the streets and all my niggas ride with me | |
| L's | |
| [Hook: Lil Durk] | |
| I done seen a lotta niggas change up | |
| I done seen a lotta niggas change up | |
| I done seen a lotta niggas change up | |
| I done seen a lotta niggas changed up | |
| Changed up, changed up (Niggas changed up) | |
| Changed up, changed up (These niggas changed up) | |
| I done seen a lotta niggas change up (Changed up) | |
| I done seen a lotta niggas changed upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Again[Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| What you do this for? In it to win | |
| I lose that shit, get it back again | |
| Rewind that shit, I'll do it again | |
| Two Glocks, them bitches look like twins | |
| I'll pull up, poppin' that two at your mans | |
| Flip by once, flip by twice again | |
| Flip by once, flip by twice again | |
| Flip by once, flip by twice again | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| It ain't nothin' nice, flip by once, flip by twice | |
| You get spiced like cookin' rice | |
| Might fuck the bitch, if the bitch my type | |
| If the bitch is my type, then she get one night | |
| Posted on my block and I got my pipe | |
| Ounce after ounce got me high all night | |
| Foe'nem off the flat got me high like a height | |
| And if pockets flat then I gotta get it right | |
| I know this shit ain't right | |
| You'll get left, on the step | |
| I don't need no help | |
| Yeah fuck nigga I'll run up on him by myself | |
| When it was hard times | |
| Who the fuck I have? Myself | |
| Fake niggas gonna sneak diss, you can keep that there | |
| Me switchin' up on my mans? Boy, that shit's so rare | |
| A lot of niggas say they real, but them niggas ain't real | |
| A lot of niggas say they real, but them niggas ain't real | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| What you do this for? In it to win | |
| I lose that shit, get it back again | |
| Rewind that shit, I'll do it again | |
| Two Glocks, them bitches look like twins | |
| I'll pull up, poppin' that two at your mans | |
| Flip by once, flip by twice again | |
| Flip by once, flip by twice again | |
| Flip by once, flip by twice again | |
| [Verse 2: Chief Keef] | |
| You are no street | |
| You don't know nothin' 'bout beef | |
| Go 'head give me a 40 | |
| I got it all on my teeth, nigga | |
| To see the gang, you need to see me, nigga | |
| Like a CC, weed in the reef, nigga | |
| I eat, sleep, shit with my gat | |
| Feelin' like Memphis Bleek, nigga | |
| Countin' Euros, rollin' with some killas | |
| Rollin' up some pack, I know that you smell us | |
| When we roll up on ya, don't look unfamiliar | |
| 'Cause we got one choppa and 'bout 20 pistols | |
| And we 10 cars deep, finna be in yo street | |
| Off like 4 pints, then I fell asleep | |
| Piano with my choppa, play a melody | |
| I'm done bein' good, so many felonies | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| What you do this for? In it to win | |
| I lose that shit, get it back again | |
| Rewind that shit, I'll do it again | |
| Two Glocks, them bitches look like twins | |
| I'll pull up, poppin' that two at your mans | |
| Flip by once, flip by twice again | |
| Flip by once, flip by twice again | |
| Flip by once, flip by twice againEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| HereCashMoneyAP | |
| Where you see me at? | |
| Where you see me at? | |
| Bitch lyin' talkin' bout she seen me | |
| Bitch ain't see me | |
| She talkin' bout she seen me posted up | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Everyday yeah it be like that (like that) | |
| Everyday rolling weed back to back (back to back) | |
| Posted up where you see me at (where you see me at) | |
| I like money yeah I don't like check (like check) | |
| I like the bitch but I really like her neck (like her neck) | |
| I like the mac but I really like the tec (like the tec) | |
| Free smoke we'll give you all that (all that) | |
| Free folks he just called me collect (free the guys) | |
| In the hood you don't get no respect (no respect) | |
| Come through yeah I'm good on my set (on my set) | |
| Shooting dice yeah a thousand I hit (yeah I hit) | |
| In the shit I'll never ever quit (I quit) | |
| What I seen you'll never be with (be with) | |
| What I did you'll never be with (be with) | |
| Police grabbing make a nigga think quick (think quick) | |
| Quick sand make a nigga sink quick (sink quick) | |
| But I'll never ever ever be a trick (nah) | |
| 20 year plus nigga they tricks (they tricks) | |
| Make a nigga switch his circle up quick (quick) | |
| Old racks old money don't exist (don't exist) | |
| (Phone Rings) | |
| [?1:05} on the phone who is this? | |
| This Reese how you get my line n shit? | |
| Heard y'all was running round with them sticks? | |
| Heard that nah I ain't hear shit (nope) | |
| Somebody told you the wrong shit (wrong shit) | |
| Somebody told you a false tip (false tip) | |
| Run your mouth you could get a loose lip (loose lip) | |
| Pants sagging with the .30 in my clip (in my clip) | |
| Got a nigga walking round with a limp (with a limp) | |
| I take a trip baby I'll never trip (never trip) | |
| Sip lean baby muddy cup sip (cup sip) | |
| Walk around with the .40 on my hip (.40 on my hip) | |
| In case I gotta leave a fuck nigga stiff | |
| [Hook] | |
| Get money we've been getting shit here (here) | |
| Getting it in we gone get the shit here (here) | |
| Make a trip we gone get the shit here (here) | |
| Get it back we gone get the shit here (here) | |
| Bring it back we gone get the shit here (here) | |
| Take a trip we gone get the shit here (here) | |
| Bring it back we gone get the shit here (here) | |
| Make it back we gone get the shit here (here) | |
| Make it back we gone get the shit here (here) | |
| On the block we gone bring the shit here (here) | |
| In the hood we gone bring the shit here (here) | |
| In the hood we gone bring the shit here (here) | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| In the hood we gone bring the shit here (here) | |
| Young nigga know not to come here (here) | |
| In my hood don't stop over here (here) | |
| We gone chase yo ass right up out of here (here) | |
| In the club got the killas in the rear (rear) | |
| Shoot the 3 I'ma sneak it up in here | |
| I know Reese nem never been there | |
| Young niggas, my niggas they here (here) | |
| You niggas, broke niggas still sipping beer (beer) | |
| Nah we don't do that shit up over here (here) | |
| Take notes just chill over there | |
| We ain't with the switching sides over here | |
| My niggas better ride over here (here) | |
| We ain't letting shit slide over here (here) | |
| I don't give a fuck it could be some years (years) | |
| Better play your role round here (round here) | |
| Dumb hoe you know how it go round here | |
| Fuck yo bitch on the low around here | |
| Still gotta keep me a pole around here | |
| Getting money we've been getting shit here | |
| In the hood we gone bring the shit here | |
| Tell them fuck niggas don't come near | |
| Tell them fuck niggas don't come near | |
| [Hook} | |
| Get money we've been getting shit here (here) | |
| Getting it in we gone get the shit here (here) | |
| Make a trip we gone get the shit here (here) | |
| Get it back we gone get the shit here (here) | |
| Bring it back we gone get the shit here (here) | |
| Take a trip we gone get the shit here (here) | |
| Bring it back we gone get the shit here (here) | |
| Make it back we gone get the shit here (here) | |
| Make it back we gone get the shit here (here) | |
| On the block we gone bring the shit here (here) | |
| In the hood we gone bring the shit here (here) | |
| In the hood we gone bring the shit here (here)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Tell Em Nothin[Intro] | |
| Ay man, all these niggas that's riding | |
| I can't tell them nothin | |
| I can't tell them nothin | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Too many niggas ridin', I can tell them nothin' | |
| My lil Bro'nem gon' slide, I can tell you nothin' | |
| 300 they gon' ride, you can tell them nothin' | |
| And if you ain't slidin', I ain't gone tell you nothin' | |
| Ain't gon' tell you nothin' (nah) | |
| No, I ain't gon' tell you nothin' (no) | |
| So many niggas slidin', you can tell them nothin' | |
| And when it's time to ride, you can tell me nothin' | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Lil bitch I'm on that money, on the money hunt | |
| And when it's time to ride, you can tell me nothin' | |
| 300 they gon' silde, we gone pull right up (skrt skrt) | |
| And when it's time to ride, you can tell us nothin' | |
| And he don't be outside, man he be put up | |
| Call my phone, I'ma ride, I'ma pull right up | |
| And when it's time to ride, you gon' see all of us | |
| He rapping like he street but I don't know what's up | |
| I buy a pound for myself just to smoke it up | |
| Just got the fun of this money finna fuck it up | |
| We keep .30's in the cut, boy we'll fuck you up | |
| And these niggas be so tough, by theyself ain't on none | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Too many niggas ridin', I can tell them nothin' | |
| My lil Bro'nem gon' slide, I can tell you nothin' | |
| 300 they gon' ride, you can tell them nothin' | |
| And if you ain't slidin', I ain't gone tell you nothin' | |
| Ain't gon' tell you nothin' (nah) | |
| No, I ain't gon' tell you nothin' (no) | |
| So many niggas slidin', you can tell them nothin' | |
| And when it's time to ride, you can tell me nothin' | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Outside, I'm not inside so you know what's up | |
| He actin' like he with me, I don't know what's up | |
| Niggas be so fishy, I don't know what's up | |
| Too many niggas fishy, yeah I know what's up | |
| And you can never bring me down cause I ain't down with y'all | |
| Don't let nobody bring you down cause they ain't down with you | |
| And I'm a hound for that bread, watch me get it up | |
| And I ain't with that actin' or pretedin' stuff | |
| Come holla at the gang if you fuck with us | |
| I slide up on a nigga with my semi tuck | |
| Don't look suspicious, don't make a move, I might just bust | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Too many niggas ridin', I can tell them nothin' | |
| My lil Bro'nem gon' slide, I can tell you nothin' | |
| 300 they gon' ride, you can tell them nothin' | |
| And if you ain't slidin', I ain't gone tell you nothin' | |
| Ain't gon' tell you nothin' (nah) | |
| No, I ain't gon' tell you nothin' (no) | |
| So many niggas slidin', you can tell them nothin' | |
| And when it's time to ride, you can tell me nothin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| BBQ[Intro] | |
| Skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt) | |
| Skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt) | |
| Skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt) | |
| Skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt) | |
| Skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt) | |
| Beat was for Tadoe | |
| He ain't do it, though | |
| Guess who got it now | |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy | |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy | |
| [Verse 1: Chief Keef] | |
| Whatcha talking 'bout, Willis? | |
| I can't wear my white Amiris, I got cheese on my fingers (Ayy) | |
| Smoking dopey-dope dope | |
| Done, done, done is weed man, but I be with my villains (Bloods) | |
| Skrrt-skrrt, I'm peelin' | |
| Finna pull up, mark the spot, this ain't no fuckin' R Chronic (Bang) | |
| Okay, since we cookin' beef | |
| Okay, since we cookin' beef, I'ma need a large skillet (Ayy) | |
| If he a dog, then we China | |
| Thirty five shots, that's Cinco de Mayo, ayy | |
| Named both guns, David and Goliath, ayy | |
| Who tryna get high? My old head fire, ayy | |
| You ever seen a XO spit out fire? | |
| Told her hold on, exhausted, bitch, I'm tired, ayy | |
| She gave me a gram, told me J.R. Rider, ayy | |
| I beat 99 and they all light up | |
| [Chorus: Chief Keef] | |
| Turn his brain to some barbecue | |
| She asked me what I like, baby, I pick you | |
| And he live with his mama but he telling you | |
| That his pockets is filled and his garage is too | |
| Who is these niggas? I don't know you | |
| Donald Trump building a wall, go run into it | |
| Rollie on my hand and a gun is, too | |
| Bitch, I feel like Waka Flocka, "Oh, let's do it" | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Reese] | |
| I pull up with them young foolies aiming at you | |
| Too many niggas riding, they knowin' what it do | |
| Just blew fifty thousand, made it back times two | |
| I put them shooters on your ass, you ain't knowin' who (Nah) | |
| That GetBack have 'em blue (Blue) | |
| Niggas better pick a side, niggas better choose | |
| My side, we don't lose (Lose) | |
| My side pack them tools (Tools) | |
| If he with the opps, then he a opp, we gon' show him what it do | |
| Fuck around turn his brains to some barbecue | |
| I'm like hold on bro, stand down, let me get him, let me shoot | |
| Sosa got GetBackGang with him, too | |
| All my niggas they gang, it ain't no fufu | |
| Niggas killin' hoes, that's so fu | |
| [Chorus: Chief Keef] | |
| Turn his brain to some barbecue | |
| She asked me what I like, baby, I pick you | |
| And he live with his mama but he telling you | |
| That his pockets is filled and his garage is too | |
| Who is these niggas? I don't know you | |
| Donald Trump building a wall, go run into it | |
| Rollie on my hand and a gun is, too | |
| Bitch, I feel like Waka Flocka, "Oh, let's do it"EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Day After Day[Intro] | |
| Day after day | |
| Gotta make a way | |
| Day after day | |
| Gotta make a way | |
| Night after night | |
| I've gotta get right | |
| Day after day | |
| I gotta make a play | |
| If something ain't right | |
| I got to get right | |
| I got to get right | |
| I got to get right | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Day after day | |
| That's night after night | |
| Every thing I think about | |
| I got to get it right | |
| Day after day | |
| Play after play | |
| Everyday I do this shit | |
| I've got to get right | |
| Day after day | |
| That's night after night | |
| Day after day | |
| That's night after night | |
| Night, that's night after night | |
| Night, that's night after night | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Night after night, I've got to get right | |
| Just like Nike I just do it I've got to get right (right) | |
| These nigga's lame (lame) | |
| They steady sneak dissin', but I don't hear 'em | |
| All these fucking shooters with me, they all shoot through 'em | |
| Now we can see 'em, no we don't see 'em | |
| Cause they above us | |
| They pillow talking, man it ain't nothing | |
| Fuck niggas they talking, I know they're bluffing | |
| Well what's the talk about there ain't nothing to talk about | |
| Got a gang of shooters with me that'll chop you out | |
| Boss up or get bossed around (haha) | |
| Little fuck nigga you ain't really down | |
| Play after play, night after night | |
| I got a stain, light it up right | |
| These niggas fu, I'm doing they right | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Day after day | |
| That's night after night | |
| Every thing I think about | |
| I got to get it right | |
| Day after day | |
| Play after play | |
| Everyday I do this shit | |
| I've got to get right | |
| Day after day | |
| That's night after night | |
| Day after day | |
| That's night after night | |
| Night, that's night after night | |
| Night, that's night after night | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| You know how we play | |
| Coolin' where it ain't safe | |
| Got choppas in the safe | |
| Don't come in this place | |
| Over here it ain't safe | |
| Don't come this way | |
| Over here they don't play | |
| Got shawties gon' spray | |
| Grown mens gon' spray | |
| So you know they don't play | |
| I need that bag, fuck a vacation | |
| Drive you up any way, shawn | |
| It ain't hard to replace you | |
| Bad bitch she replaced you | |
| Get money, now they hate you | |
| Come up you can come down | |
| Free the guys who don't make a sound | |
| Pull his grammy and he gon' make a sound | |
| Free the guys who been around | |
| For a long long long time | |
| For a long long long time | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Day after day | |
| That's night after night | |
| Every thing I think about | |
| I got to get it right | |
| Day after day | |
| Play after play | |
| Everyday I do this shit | |
| I've got to get right | |
| Day after day | |
| That's night after night | |
| Day after day | |
| That's night after night | |
| Night, that's night after night | |
| Night, that's night after nightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Stop That[Intro] | |
| I tell that bitch go crazy | |
| Gang Gang | |
| Nah for real though, GetBackGang | |
| Real GetBackGang shit | |
| Who into with us? | |
| Who want smoke? | |
| Too much talkin', you ain't really street (nah) | |
| Too much talkin', you ain't really street | |
| You ain't really street (nah) (nope) | |
| You ain't really street | |
| [Verse] | |
| Too much talkin', you ain't really street | |
| Growin' up, ain't a nigga that I wanna be | |
| I don't fuck with niggas, and that's just me | |
| Circle small, you can't get with me | |
| Keep a few thorough niggas with me | |
| Most niggas gon fake it to the tee | |
| Play games, get put up on a t' | |
| I don't want a goofy ridin' with me | |
| Keep your distance, don't ask 'bout me | |
| Bein' real, that shit so simple | |
| It ain't hard, that's what you wanna be | |
| I'm me, I don't give a fuck what you think | |
| So high, I can't even think | |
| 4:40 AM, I'm blowin' out the P | |
| Can't touch what you really can't see | |
| If I ain't been with you, nigga you don't know me | |
| Stop tellin' people "yeah" you know me | |
| You an old ass header in the streets | |
| Keep it real, man that's how it's gon be | |
| Need a break, gotta get to the cake | |
| Circle small, man I can't even play | |
| I done seen it in a lot of niggas face | |
| You ain't made for it, boy yo ass gon break | |
| It remind me of First 48 | |
| Momma been warned me 'bout the fake | |
| I was just hardheaded everyday | |
| Sat back, thinkin' "we gon be straight" | |
| Just gotta stay away from the fake | |
| In the club, I done snuck in snub | |
| Let a goofy try to act like a thug | |
| Lot of goofies tryna to act like thugs | |
| All that hatin' nigga, ain't no love | |
| Had to fall back from a lot whole of stuff | |
| Catch him by himself, he ain't so tough | |
| Now you on the internet actin' tough | |
| I ain't gotta pay a nigga, they gon ride for none (for free) | |
| They love they get from me, nigga, that's some | |
| Keep it real with my day ones and stuff | |
| A nigga say he don't fuck with me? That's some | |
| But to me it ain't none | |
| I done seen niggas switch up for that cheddar | |
| Every day we together | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Fake love ain't gon get you nowhere (nah) | |
| Stop that (stop that) | |
| Fake love ain't gon get you nowhere (nah) | |
| Stop that (stop that) | |
| All that hatin' ain't gon get you nowhere | |
| Stop that (stop that) | |
| Pussy nigga actin' like they on some (on some) | |
| Stop that (stop that) | |
| Pussy nigga flexin' for these hoes (for these bitches) | |
| Stop that (stop that) | |
| I'm gettin' money nigga, every day (every day) | |
| Stop that (stop that) | |
| Stop that (stop that) | |
| Stop that | |
| Stop thatEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Bonecrusher[Intro: Chief Keef] | |
| (Turbo) | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Ayy, yeah, ayy, chu | |
| Ayy, hahah, chu, ayy, chu | |
| Sos' baby, Gbe Baby, (Turbo on the track), Catch up | |
| [Chorus: Chief Keef] | |
| I'm totin' a big ass, bone crusher | |
| Excuse him, he don't know better | |
| Now watch him, go through yo leather | |
| Like click-clack we're on your schedule | |
| If you knew better, you would do better | |
| I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas | |
| Who that in the cut? It's the crew nigga | |
| Them my dogs boy don't make me let 'em loose nigga | |
| [Verse 1: Chief Keef] | |
| Don't make me bring my dogs out the cut with them sticks | |
| I might just pop out the cut with ya bitch | |
| I'm up in the club in the cut with the shits | |
| Rolling whole pounds and I'm pouring whole bricks | |
| I can't talk to you pussy boy you's a narc | |
| Think that you a sharp, hit your ass with a dart | |
| Hop up in this foreign, hit your ass with the car | |
| Thinking that you cold, put this heat to your heart | |
| I got King Kong in my blunt | |
| I got Donkey Kong in the trunk | |
| I got Ceaser in my backpack | |
| Up this bitch and go grat-grat | |
| [Chorus: Chief Keef] | |
| I'm totin' a big ass, bone crusher | |
| Excuse him, he don't know better | |
| Now watch him, go through yo leather | |
| Like click-clack we're on your schedule | |
| If you knew better, you would do better | |
| I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas | |
| Who that in the cut? It's the crew nigga | |
| Them my dogs boy don't make me let 'em loose nigga | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Reese] | |
| 300 them my dogs, GBE bitch that's the clique | |
| Hop out with that choppa, bitch you swear I'm with the shits | |
| Niggas flexing, man they ain't on some shit | |
| Ask that nigga, man I been fucked his bitch | |
| If you knew better, you would do better cause' it ain't shit | |
| Niggas tweakin', man we hit 'em in they shit | |
| Word around town he run his mouth just like a bitch | |
| (What he is then?) I guess that nigga is a bitch | |
| Bet not compare me to him man nigga ain't on shit | |
| Same nigga, I been with the shit | |
| I can't switch up I know what I'm in for with the shit | |
| Excuse all my niggas cause all they love is shooting shit | |
| [Chorus: Chief Keef] | |
| I'm totin' a big ass, bone crusher | |
| Excuse him, he don't know better | |
| Now watch him, go through yo leather | |
| Like click-clack we're on your schedule | |
| If you knew better, you would do better | |
| I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas | |
| Who that in the cut? It's the crew nigga | |
| Them my dogs boy don't make me let 'em loose nigga | |
| [Outro] | |
| Bone crusher | |
| He don't know better | |
| Go through yo leather | |
| If you knew better | |
| I'm getting money know | |
| Who that in the cut? It's the crew nigga | |
| Them my dogs boy don't make me let 'em loose niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Get Back[Chorus] | |
| Niggas plottin', niggas snakes, so I keep it with me | |
| And all my niggas on go, fuck who ain't with me | |
| And we gon' let the world know, it ain't a fuckin' secret | |
| We gon' get some get back | |
| Ain't stoppin' til you hear that click-clack | |
| Man down on your fuckin' set | |
| Got to get my money up, I'ma get that | |
| And I really for all that chit-chat | |
| Ain't stoppin' til we get it, that's some get back | |
| Ain't stoppin' til I get me a big sack | |
| Hatin' shit, no I ain't really with that | |
| But I can see it in your face that you with that | |
| Switched up on your mans, I ain't with that | |
| I'ma stick to the plan, yeah I'm with that | |
| Yeah, I'm with that | |
| I'ma stick to the plan, yeah I'm with that | |
| I'ma stick the plan, yeah I'm with that | |
| [Verse] | |
| I'ma stick to the plan | |
| Got to be smarter than the next man, I'm just sayin' | |
| Tryna run my M's up, fuck some bands | |
| And I ain't out if I ain't really got a plan | |
| Ridin' round, I'm gettin' high, I'm just sayin' | |
| Ridin' with the same niggas since the sand | |
| And we'll put you in a box if you playin' | |
| Wanna box, we can fight like a man | |
| Put the guns down and fight like a man | |
| I was burned you won't see this shit again | |
| I got a lot of niggas cooked in the can | |
| I caught a case, I'm like "never again" | |
| They won't catch me like that, I'm just sayin' | |
| And I can still go back on my land | |
| [?] you go back on your land | |
| I don't give a fuck the nigga ain't my mans | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Niggas plottin', niggas snakes, so I keep it with me | |
| And all my niggas on go, fuck who ain't with me | |
| And we gon' let the world know, it ain't a fuckin' secret | |
| We gon' get some get back | |
| Ain't stoppin' til you hear that click-clack | |
| Man down on your fuckin' set | |
| Got to get my money up, I'ma get that | |
| And I really for all that chit-chat | |
| Ain't stoppin' til we get it, that's some get back | |
| Ain't stoppin' til I get me a big sack | |
| Hatin' shit, no I ain't really with that | |
| But I can see it in your face that you with that | |
| Switched up on your mans, I ain't with that | |
| I'ma stick to the plan, yeah I'm with that | |
| Yeah, I'm with that | |
| I'ma stick to the plan, yeah I'm with that | |
| I'ma stick the plan, yeah I'm with thatEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Nothin[Intro: Johnny Maycash] | |
| I'm rolling shit | |
| I'm toting shit | |
| Bitch I'm rolling shit | |
| [Hook: Johhny Maycash] | |
| I'm riding round in them cars yeah they flexin' | |
| My niggas they behind me yeah they flexin' | |
| You run up on my niggas they be blasting | |
| Lil niggas holding yeah they packing | |
| And niggas they don't want nothin' | |
| Kief said somethin' | |
| But i ain't trying to hear nothin' | |
| And this comma steady comin' | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Don't run up on us bitch we blasting | |
| That bitch she going cause I'm flexing | |
| I ball so hard they might be flashing | |
| Them commas coming its not question | |
| Of course we packing its no question | |
| I'm bout that life man it's no asking | |
| My niggas with me so don't ask me | |
| Put money first that bitch come last in | |
| I'm killing shit I need a casket | |
| Them commas coming bitch I'm flexing | |
| [Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Freestyle(Intro) | |
| Finna be over with, watch this | |
| They told me like, get back to where I used to be, like | |
| Like, I done elevated | |
| My shit done got, way better | |
| So, like I ain't even looking back | |
| Oowee | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Stop playin' with the gang like, folks and them ain't bout that | |
| Come sleep at a nigga crib, right where his house at | |
| I mean, let's take a nap, don't move, got my pipe, got the tool | |
| Niggas think it's sweet, 'til we pull up 40 deep | |
| With like 50 guns | |
| Everybody got a tool, bitch, you better run | |
| Everybody pack a tool, I'm from Lamron | |
| 064, yeah that be the block | |
| Yeah, our shit hot | |
| Can't come through, you might get popped | |
| Or get your foreign whip, turned to a drop-top | |
| Get your top popped | |
| Straight up on that damn block | |
| They know I don't fuck with opps | |
| They know we be sendin' shots | |
| [Bridge] | |
| I mean shit, if I take it back like, like five, six years, man | |
| Everybody still on the block and shit | |
| We just out there like, we just in it, like | |
| No niggas in the city like us, not one | |
| No lil niggas, no young niggas, no big niggas, like | |
| We the only ones really out here | |
| Lost a lot of real niggas to the Police | |
| Lost a lot of real niggas to the streets | |
| RIP them guys, free them guys, man | |
| That shit hurt, on foe nem | |
| 'Lot of niggas ain't even expect it to be like this | |
| I'ma keep it going, though | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Reese] | |
| Gotta keep this shit, goin' for my brother and them | |
| Even for my mother and them | |
| Got my sister and them too | |
| My lil baby, I'ma take care of her too | |
| Niggas fu, yeah I know what it do | |
| If you my mans, then you my mans, act like it, fool | |
| Don't be on that snake shit, when I slide through | |
| Don't be on that fake shit, when I ride through | |
| [Second Bridge] | |
| Haha, like fake ass shit, like, like, you know | |
| Like talking behind your brother back and shit | |
| Running around, to your guys, that's gon' come back and tell | |
| Even running your mouth to bitches, cause all that shit get back | |
| Like running your mouth to bitches, too, everything get back | |
| Just know, everything that, happen in the dark | |
| I promise you that shit shine in the light | |
| And that shit coming straight to the light | |
| Feel me? | |
| So it's like basically, you got to watch what you do | |
| Watch what you say, shit | |
| (Outro) | |
| All that slick talkin' and sneak dissin' will get you hurt | |
| That shit ain't gon' get you on, get you murked | |
| Get your face put up on a t-shirt | |
| A rest in peace shirtEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| You Know How We Play[Intro] | |
| Gang | |
| 300 | |
| [Hook:] | |
| I'm focused on k | |
| Don't get in my way we toting them k's | |
| Get killed in broad day | |
| It's killed or be killed you know how we play | |
| I know where you stay | |
| You know it ain't safe, we run in your place | |
| We shoot up the place | |
| Man down man down, you know how we play | |
| I'm focused on k | |
| Don't get in my way we toting them k's | |
| Get killed in broad day | |
| It's kill or be killed you know how we play | |
| I know where you stay | |
| You know it ain't safe, we run in your place | |
| We shoot up the place | |
| Man down man down, you know how we play | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Man down man down, you know how we play | |
| You know how we coming, you know it ain't safe | |
| Kick a door everybody on the floor, now we lookin for the safe | |
| We heard you was holding, you know it wasn't safe | |
| Me chasing after the bitches, naw I ain't gone chase | |
| Me chasing after money, thats all I chase | |
| Jewish lawyers on my case just to fight my case | |
| Money on my mind, money, money, money all day | |
| You know how we play | |
| Hit the club with one on my waist | |
| You know how we play | |
| Hit the club snuk guns in the place | |
| You know how we play | |
| Fucked around and found where you stay | |
| You know how we play | |
| Fuck around and take a nap at your place | |
| [Hook:] | |
| I'm focused on k | |
| Don't get in my way we totin them k's | |
| Get killed in broad day | |
| It's kill or be killed you know how we play | |
| I know where you stay | |
| You it ain't safe, we run in your place | |
| We shoot up the place | |
| Man down man down, you know how we play | |
| I'm focused on k | |
| Don't get in my way we totin them k's | |
| Get killed in broad day | |
| It's kill or be killed you know how we play | |
| I know where you stay | |
| You know it ain't safe, we run in your place | |
| We shoot up the place | |
| Man down man down, you know how we play | |
| [Verse 2: Benji Glo] | |
| Gang, these niggas is fake, no I cannot relate | |
| I'm busy chasing this cake so don't get in my way | |
| My youngin is hittas, they come and shoot up the place | |
| No face no case so I have nothing to say | |
| Man these niggas is bitches, they acting so gay | |
| I just paid a band just for my shades | |
| These bullets gone fly, they won't ricochet | |
| Get in my way, we smoke shit in broad day | |
| Im awful flat so you know im geeking | |
| These bitches seen lil reese so they getting freaky | |
| I'm smokin tookas so im outta breath | |
| If they ain't acting right then they gettin left | |
| I'm stuck in my ways I gotta get paid | |
| I'm traded for days so you know how we play | |
| It's kill or be killed you know i'll stay | |
| I'm fuckin these thotties, they calling me ray | |
| [Hook:] | |
| I'm focused on k | |
| Don't get in my way we toting them k's | |
| Get killed in broad day | |
| It's kill or be killed you know how we play | |
| I know where you stay | |
| You know it ain't safe, we run in your place | |
| We shoot up the place | |
| Man down man down, you know how we play | |
| I'm focused on k | |
| Don't get in my way we totin them k's | |
| Get killed in broad day | |
| It's kill or be killed you know how we play | |
| I know where you stay | |
| You know it ain't safe, we run in your place | |
| We shoot up the place | |
| Man down man down, you know how we playEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Jakes[Hook:] | |
| I gotta get this cake cause my name hold weight | |
| Every nigga you see with me got a gun on they waist | |
| Don't fuck with no snitches, niggas they be telling to the jakes | |
| Can't trust them niggas, they be telling to the jakes | |
| A lot of niggas they around but the fuck niggas really be fake | |
| Got a chopper, got a FN, I'mma spray this bitch in your face | |
| Can't fuck with no niggas they be telling to the jakes | |
| Can't trust these niggas they be talking to the jakes | |
| Can't trust these niggas they be talking to the jakes | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| Bang, bang in your face for talking to the jakes[?] | |
| Tryna suck up info to go tell to the jakes | |
| Get the fuck out my face before I hit you with the eight | |
| You ain't been on no block, you ain't shot no eight | |
| You ain't put in no work, you ain't caught no case | |
| We still on the block, you ain't getting no cake | |
| You ain't feeding your niggas, you all ain't ate | |
| You ain't feeding your niggas, they all ain't ate | |
| You ain't feeding your niggas, you all ain't straight | |
| I can look in his face and tell you all he ain't straight | |
| Police snatch him, he gone talk to the jakes | |
| Police snatch me, I ain't talking to the jakes | |
| I'mma make my laywer just fight that case | |
| Ride through 100k cause I like that cake | |
| A lot of niggas they fake so I can't relate | |
| [Hook:] | |
| I gotta get this cake cause my name hold weight | |
| Every nigga you see with me got a gun on they waist | |
| Don't fuck with no snitches, niggas they be telling to the jakes | |
| Can't trust them niggas, they be telling to the jakes | |
| A lot of niggas they around but the fuck niggas really be fake | |
| Got a chopper, got a FN, I'mma spray this bitch in your face | |
| Can't fuck with no niggas they be telling to the jakes | |
| Can't trust these niggas they be talking to the jakes | |
| Can't trust these niggas they be talking to the jakes | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| As long as I'm getting money, nigga I'mma be straight | |
| As long as I got my niggas, nigga I'mma be straight | |
| I don't need no nigga, nigga I'mma be straight | |
| As long as they print money, nigga I'mma be straight | |
| Gotta hustle by any means, so I can be straight | |
| These niggas get left they won't ride the right way | |
| A lot of niggas be talking but I ain't' saying a thing | |
| All these fuck niggas talking but I ain't saying a thing | |
| [Hook:] | |
| I gotta get this cake cause my name hold weight | |
| Every nigga you see with me got a gun on they waist | |
| Don't fuck with no snitches, niggas they be telling to the jakes | |
| Can't trust them niggas, they be telling to the jakes | |
| A lot of niggas they around but the fuck niggas really be fake | |
| Got a chopper, got a FN, I'mma spray this bitch in your face | |
| Can't fuck with no niggas they be telling to the jakes | |
| Can't trust these niggas they be talking to the jakes | |
| Can't trust these niggas they be talking to the jakesEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Ride[Hook: Young Scooter] | |
| I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused | |
| I'm just riding and smoking, got everything in motion | |
| Smoke, ride | |
| Smoke, ride | |
| I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused | |
| [Verse 1: Young Scooter] | |
| Riding through the city top down blowing kush smoke | |
| Black Amigo mafia so no I can't stop selling dough | |
| And we smoke out of pounds and in the club we let that money go | |
| I just left the Onyx, I left 20 thousand on the floor | |
| 50 thousand dollar ring, 50 thousand dollar chain | |
| 60 thousand dollar watch, plus my arm bout to ring | |
| Plus the 40, it's in range | |
| Extended clip on that thang | |
| I get so much street money, how can I explain | |
| They got me riding and thinking bout the moves that I'm making | |
| I'm a millionaire now nigga, you could stop the hating | |
| [Hook:Young Scooter] | |
| I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused | |
| I'm just riding and smoking, got everything in motion | |
| Smoke, ride | |
| Smoke, ride | |
| I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Reese] | |
| If I get a real jug, get smoked | |
| On my momma it ain't no joke | |
| See I'm riding and smoking | |
| All my niggas they toting, my niggas they blowing, but niggas they go in | |
| If you a stank kick your door in | |
| And I don't do no new friends | |
| Can't trust a soul so won't shake everybody hand | |
| Can't trust a soul so won't shake everybody hand | |
| I'm going crazy but don't make me have to clap a fan | |
| The nigga hating he a opp man I think he a fan | |
| I never lost it but I'm back at it, I'm on yo ass | |
| I never lost a year I'm back at it pick up yo head | |
| [Hook: Young Scooter] | |
| I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused | |
| I'm just riding and smoking, got everything in motion | |
| Smoke, ride | |
| Smoke, ride | |
| I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused | |
| [Verse 3: Jim Jones] | |
| My niggas got that work | |
| They ain't got no jobs | |
| You know the rules in my hood, protect yourself or get robbed | |
| Gangstas do what they want, you do what you can | |
| Came down to that A, than I fly through with them bands | |
| Nigga been on this grind since a nigga been 9 | |
| Tell the crack heads chill if you want that six nigga get on that line | |
| So I smoked to it, I got bad nerves | |
| I'm having flashbacks make a whole thing from a half bird | |
| Nigga hold my wheel almost crashed the curve | |
| Driving smoking [?] nigga that's my work | |
| Need a steady hand, and a good wrist | |
| That white girl is my hood bitch | |
| Please let up some good shit | |
| [Hook: Young Scooter] | |
| I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused | |
| I'm just riding and smoking, got everything in motion | |
| Smoke, ride | |
| Smoke, ride | |
| I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focusedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Circle Tight[Intro] | |
| Drama time | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Gotta keep your circle tight (Circle tight, tight) | |
| Watch out, niggas gon' hate (Gon' hate) | |
| I can't believe you turned fake (Turned fake) | |
| Why I put my trust up in a nigga when they gon' switch lanes? | |
| My brothers love them gun thangs (Gun thangs, brrrat!) | |
| Stay at it 'til it's your time to shine, that's what they told me (That's what they told me) | |
| That's what they told me (That's what they told me), they never showed me (They never showed me) | |
| That fu shit, I weep that, yeah, nigga, I peeped it (I peeped it) | |
| I peep it, I peeped it, I peeped it | |
| [Verse] | |
| Ain't seen or saw, I ain't seen shit (I ain't seen shit) | |
| I pull up in a steam, bitch (Steam, bitch) | |
| Fuck around, pull a mean hit (Mean hit) | |
| Fuck around and get you and your whole team hit (Team hit) | |
| All my niggas we be on the same shit (Same shit) | |
| All my niggas we be on that gang shit (Gang shit) | |
| Can't hang if you ain't on the same shit (Same shit) | |
| A nigga like me get tired of the same bitch | |
| And I still rock out with the niggas I came with | |
| Whole 'lot of Glocks in this bitch, we'll bang shit (Bang shit) | |
| You'll get changed quick | |
| Tryna get a mil', yeah I need it, bitch | |
| Now I do this and try to get clout (Clout) | |
| That's the easiest way to get took out (Took out) | |
| Catch his ass, put that pole up in his mouth (Up in his mouth) | |
| I'm like, "Fuck nigga, what that sneak dissing about?" (What it's about?) | |
| These niggas with me, they don't like to run they mouth (They runnin' they mouth) | |
| These niggas with me, they grew up in my momma house (My momma house) | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Gotta keep your circle tight (Circle tight, tight) | |
| Watch out, niggas gon' hate (Gon' hate) | |
| I can't believe you turned fake (Turned fake) | |
| Why I put my trust up in a nigga when they gon' switch lanes? | |
| My brothers love them gun thangs (Gun thangs, brrrat!) | |
| Stay at it 'til it's your time to shine, that's what they told me (That's what they told me) | |
| That's what they told me (That's what they told me), they never showed me (They never showed me) | |
| That fu shit, I weep that, yeah, nigga, I peeped it (I peeped it) | |
| I peep it, I peeped it, I peeped itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| How Could I[Chorus:] | |
| I got a good price, it's for cheap | |
| If you really want some work | |
| Got some niggas from the six | |
| Six four, they put in work all that talking it won't work | |
| Hit him where it will hurt, in the hood where junkies at | |
| Really snorting work, still getting it like the first | |
| First like the first day of school trying to be the first | |
| Man, all that hating it won't work | |
| All that hating it won't work [x3] | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| Man, all that hating it won't work | |
| Fuck coming last I'm trying to be first | |
| That talking it won't work | |
| Had to get off my ass and got get some cash | |
| Now i'm fresh everyday like the first | |
| Only fuck with niggas that riding me | |
| And going to really put it to work | |
| Just talking it won't work | |
| All that talking it won't work | |
| You gotta show me first | |
| I made that bitch bend over | |
| And told her show me first | |
| I don't talk take about no money | |
| Cause that shit don't work | |
| Finna ball like I came for the dirt | |
| So i'm'a hit you where it hurt | |
| Niggas be plotting try to get the upper hand | |
| I let him hit two were it hurt | |
| Niggas be plotting try to get the upper hand | |
| I let hit two were it hurt | |
| [Bridge:] | |
| I told him to get on the shit first | |
| Told him to get on you niggas first | |
| I told him to get on the shit first | |
| Told him to get on you niggas first | |
| I told him to get on the shit first | |
| Told him to get on you niggas first | |
| I told him to get on the shit first | |
| Told him to get on you niggas first | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| All that hating it won't work, no | |
| Caught a nigga snooze | |
| 4-5 jam he better hope his bitch work | |
| Fuck nigga better be lucky he caught a blessing | |
| That shit worked | |
| Lame ass niggas steady running there mouth | |
| You ain't puttin in work [x2] | |
| Youngins on my block | |
| Known for shooting shit they gonna shoot shit first | |
| Coolin where it ain't safe niggas know it ain't safe | |
| So they don't really wanna hang | |
| Coolin with my niggas still with my niggas | |
| A lot of niggas done changed | |
| But know I'm still that gang | |
| And I come back and still hang | |
| Where a lot of niggas they can't | |
| Where a lot of nigga they ain't | |
| Got a good price for the cheap | |
| Just meet me in the back with the bank | |
| We goin get them there hit them there | |
| And take everything as planned | |
| We goin get them there hit them there | |
| And take everything that we can | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I got a good price, it's for cheap | |
| If you really want some work | |
| Got some niggas from the six | |
| Six four, they put in work all that talking it won't work | |
| Hit him where it will hurt, in the hood where junkies at | |
| Really snorting work, still getting it like the first | |
| First like the first day of school trying to be the first | |
| Man, all that hating it won't work | |
| All that hating it won't work [x4]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| No Face No Case[Chorus] | |
| If the price ain't right, I might take something | |
| Still with my niggas, yeah, we'll shake something | |
| Better not catch an opp lackin', yeah, we'll face something | |
| Getting to the money, yeah, straight chasing | |
| She said she want D'USSÉ, no chaser | |
| All these hoes be going, I won't chase none | |
| I told that lil' bitch I want top, I want face or something | |
| And when we aiming for the top, tryna hit your face or something | |
| [Verse] | |
| No case, no face or nothing | |
| Aiming for the top, tryna hit your face with something | |
| Fuck a bitch, I won't chase none | |
| All this money, I be chasing something | |
| I was fucked up, I had to make me some | |
| Hit the block, roll up, I had to face me something | |
| All these problems steady coming, I be facing them | |
| All them old hoes ain't nothing, but you be chasing them | |
| And if I know did the crime, you will never hear me crying | |
| Bout no motherfucking time, RIP to all of mines | |
| For my niggas, we gon' slide | |
| We gon' pull a homicide | |
| [Chorus] | |
| If the price ain't right, I might take something | |
| Still with my niggas, yeah, we'll shake something | |
| Better not catch an opp lackin', yeah, we'll face something | |
| Getting to the money, yeah, straight chasin' | |
| She said she want D'USSÉ, no chaser | |
| All these hoes be going, I won't chase none | |
| I told that lil' bitch I want top, I want face or something | |
| And when we aiming for the top, tryna hit your face or somethingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Remember[Chorus] | |
| I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) | |
| Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? | |
| Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it) | |
| Fake with it (fake with it) | |
| Fake with it (fake with it) | |
| I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) | |
| Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? | |
| Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? | |
| Yeah I remember, yeah I remember who was with it | |
| Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it) | |
| Fake with it (fake with it) | |
| Fake with it (fake with it) | |
| Yeah I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) | |
| Who was with it (who was with it) | |
| Who was with it (who was with it) | |
| [Verse] | |
| Nowadays in the streets, this shit so wicked | |
| Your own mans'll get you get you clapped, boy | |
| You thought he was with it | |
| Hittin' blocks, spinnin' blocks, still ride with my niggas | |
| Actin' like they with it, but niggas ain't with it | |
| Stop playin', I put one in your fitted | |
| Put them niggas on your ass, now you bitchin' | |
| Jumpin' and flinchin, 30 in the Glock, it's extension | |
| Never needed niggas co-sign, took the fam if I'm real | |
| Your bitch fat up in that dress, she dressin' to kill | |
| Make a nigga wanna touch it just to see if it's real | |
| See if it's real, let a nigga know what's the deal | |
| I took her home the first night | |
| She let me fuck, yeah it's real | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) | |
| Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? | |
| Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it) | |
| Fake with it (fake with it) | |
| Fake with it (fake with it) | |
| I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) | |
| Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? | |
| Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? | |
| Yeah I remember, yeah I remember who was with it | |
| Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it) | |
| Fake with it (fake with it) | |
| Fake with it (fake with it) | |
| Yeah I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) | |
| Who was with it (who was with it) | |
| Who was with it (who was with it) | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| One time for the niggas, who out here with it | |
| I love my niggas, cause I ain't gotta question if they with it | |
| I can look up at a nigga and tell if he really with it | |
| And if I start some shit, then guarentee that I'ma finish | |
| And if you start some shit, I really hope that you could finish | |
| You better not start some shit, that you can't even really finish | |
| We fly as hell in the latest, you know that we be trendin' | |
| Why would I leave my niggas? | |
| They been with me since the beginnin' | |
| Try us lil nigga, and it's gon be a sad endin' | |
| Gotta watch them niggas who ain't happy when you winnin' | |
| Nigga say he your mans, but he ain't happy when you winnin' | |
| Stop playin' | |
| I been with the shits since the beginnin' | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) | |
| Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? | |
| Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it) | |
| Fake with it (fake with it) | |
| Fake with it (fake with it) | |
| I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) | |
| Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? | |
| Do you remember, do you remember who was with it? | |
| Yeah I remember, yeah I remember who was with it | |
| Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it) | |
| Fake with it (fake with it) | |
| Fake with it (fake with it) | |
| Yeah I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it) | |
| Who was with it (who was with it) | |
| Who was with it (who was with it)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Nigga Wat (Remix)[Produced by Chris Surreal and TomTom] | |
| [Intro: Lil Reese/Chief Keef] | |
| Aye, Trigga Black | |
| Lil Reese, (sosa) | |
| Aye, Aye, Aye 3hunna | |
| Im like Nigga wat Nigga wat | |
| (aye) Nigga wat (x5) | |
| [Hook: Chief Keef] | |
| Nigga what? | |
| Nigga what? | |
| Nigga, nigga what? (x2) | |
| Up this fucking gun, click-clack nigga what? | |
| You don't want none, click-clack nigga what? | |
| Nigga what? | |
| Nigga what? | |
| Nigga, nigga what? (x2) | |
| Yo' bitch on me, but she gettin' none | |
| Yea she want me, yep nigga what? | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Nigga wat im smoking blunts my shits big as fuck | |
| Broski with me in the cut our guns ain't tucked | |
| These niggas pussy they ain't out here, they ain't ridin | |
| My niggas with me yes they ridin yall hidin (yall hidin) | |
| O six four thats the block boy you can find me (we out here) | |
| On the grind all day thats how im grindin | |
| Niggas bitching they won't smoke, nowhere to find me | |
| I be out here everyday man I ain't hidin (nah) | |
| Rest in peace Robito ( lets get it), rest in peace to lil mo (L's) | |
| Bitch rest in peace to Bruh O (O'block) | |
| O six four bitch thats how that go (300) | |
| [Hook: Chief Keef] | |
| [Verse 2: Chief Keef] | |
| Nigga what, nigga what, smoking big ass blunts | |
| Of that Tooka like a hooka with my big ass gun | |
| I'ma shoot it at ya medulla if ya reach for somethin' | |
| I ain't playin' no games nigga I be creepin' ya | |
| With my niggas and we're riding, they ain't hiding | |
| They say they all here they are lying man | |
| You think the opps get hit then you's a blind man | |
| I bet you hear these shots if yous a deaf man | |
| Rest in peace my nutman, aye | |
| Rest in peace Robito, aye, aye | |
| Sending shots up at your peephole | |
| Sending shots up at your people2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Since A Youngin’[Hook: Lil Reese] | |
| Since A Youngin bitch we been them niggas | |
| Since a Youngin bitch I been a nigga | |
| X4 | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Since a youngin bitch I been that nigga | |
| Rockin designer clothes shoes from my denium | |
| Got good aim and I ain't gon miss him this | |
| Chicago and I hope he down to get him | |
| Anit with the pillow talking thats for bitches | |
| Anit with the pillow talking thats for snitches | |
| These niggas bitches so I anit with em niggas | |
| Killers best belive I'm with them I'm with my | |
| Niggas and we all we got play with my brother | |
| Thats like do or die play with the fam thats | |
| So suicide play with the fam thats so suicidel | |
| I got killers at your front and your side door | |
| At your window lay low might shoot inside though | |
| Can't fuck wit niggas most niggas [they won't ride though] 3hunna ls | |
| [Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Feed The Fam[Intro :] | |
| Ok (x6) | |
| You already know how I'm rocking man | |
| FTF man,feed the fam man | |
| Gotta feed the fam | |
| Nigga's wint really feeding the fam man | |
| You already know how I'm rocking man | |
| FTF man, Ok | |
| Fuck the feds, free the guys | |
| [Verse 1 :] | |
| Get monet stack it up might put it on a shelf | |
| FTF, ion know what else | |
| Fuck niggas switching, yeah thats bad for his health | |
| But thats on him, he don't know nothing else | |
| Big homie showed me how to get it by myself | |
| Now ima show my niggas how to get it by there self | |
| Real nigga shit never out for myself | |
| Take it how you want it, get right or get left | |
| Me switching up?, you wouldn't believe that yourself | |
| Free the real niggas, only few of us left | |
| Got niggas lock down, ain't gonna leave them up in there | |
| Money on the books, and we don't know nothing else | |
| Niggas say they riding with you, but he out for hisself | |
| So when niggas on his ass, he gonna really need ya help | |
| Pussy ass nigga should've never been by ya self | |
| Pussy ass nigga now ya self | |
| [Hook : (x2)] | |
| FTF ion no what else | |
| Feed the fam, ion no what else man | |
| FTF ion no what else | |
| Man feed the fam, ion no what else | |
| FTF ion no what else | |
| Feed the fam, ion no what else | |
| FTF ion no what else | |
| Ion no what else (x3) | |
| [Instrumental] | |
| [Hook :] | |
| FTF ion no what else | |
| Feed the fam, ion no what else man | |
| FTF ion no what else | |
| Man feed the fam, ion no what else | |
| FTF ion no what else | |
| Feed the fam, ion no what else | |
| FTF ion no what else | |
| Ion no what else (x3) | |
| [Verse 2 :] | |
| Get the money (get the money, get the money) | |
| And try an make a flip | |
| Bust a move, whole team make it flip | |
| Get it back, hell naw i ain't trip | |
| You wit them?, hell naw i ain’t wit them | |
| You know them?, hell naw ion know them | |
| So don’t mix me up with the fu shit | |
| Fuck around, i’ll have to lose it | |
| Landlord of the bunk, you gotta move bitch | |
| And these niggas must be stupid | |
| Ain’t worried bout you and what you doin bitch | |
| Got a lil one out here and she need shit | |
| Nah mean she ain’t really gone need shit | |
| He caught a case same day outta the shit | |
| He said the police ain’t charge'em wit shit | |
| Naw we don’t want nothing to do wit it (naw we don’t want nothing to do wit it, nothing to do wit it) | |
| Naw we don’t want nothing to do wit it (nothing to do wit it)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Still Workin[Intro x8] | |
| Still working | |
| And they still talking | |
| [Verse] | |
| Niggas working | |
| Man these niggas talking | |
| I guess that's why I'm by myself more often | |
| When you be broke | |
| Ain't nobody gon give you nothing | |
| Best get it on your own and get you something | |
| Remember the days I ain't have shit, walking | |
| I do this shit by myself | |
| No talking | |
| Naw I ain't stressing | |
| I'm just thinking money | |
| Niggas that talk be folding when them people on em | |
| Tote that bitch like its legal on me | |
| They say you change when you get plenty money | |
| Switch up and get to acting funny | |
| No I won't change on my people, huh | |
| Bout them flames | |
| That we keep on coming | |
| My phone tapped I think the people on it | |
| My line tapped I think the people on it | |
| [Hook] | |
| Still working | |
| And they still talkingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Sum New[Hook: Lil Reese] | |
| Let's try some new (I'm with my niggas boy we wild like the...) | |
| Bitch let's try some new | |
| Let's try some new | |
| Let's try some new | |
| Let's try some new | |
| Let's try some new | |
| Let's try some new | |
| Let's try some new | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Let's try some new | |
| I'm with my niggas boy we wild like the fucking zoo | |
| No favoritism you get it too | |
| A fuck nigga I don't salute | |
| Pull up we'll shoot | |
| At you and all your troops | |
| Who the fuck is you | |
| Now a days man who is who | |
| On the block man it get live | |
| Fuck niggas man they gone lie | |
| Steady talking man they ain't finna try us | |
| Steady talking man they ain't finna try us? | |
| It's around man you ain't gotta ask | |
| Just pull up on a nigga we'll slide | |
| I'm with the .50 lets ride | |
| If it's --- we need all that | |
| [Hook: Lil Reese] | |
| Let's try some new | |
| Let's try some new | |
| Let's try some new | |
| Let's try some new | |
| Let's try some new | |
| Let's try some new | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Reese] | |
| Stop playing, you know me | |
| Act like I'm the old me | |
| Better act right like you owe me | |
| Pull up shooting like I'm Curry | |
| Put 'er out in a hurry | |
| It could go down, we ain't worried | |
| A lot of niggas be worried | |
| Niggas scared shaking and nervous | |
| [Hook: Lil Reese] | |
| Let's try some new | |
| Let's try some new | |
| Let's try some new | |
| Let's try some new | |
| Let's try some new | |
| Let's try some newEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Get Hit[Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| I heard they plottin', I wonder how many, man | |
| See me, I think I could take plenty, man | |
| And I can't leave without my semi, man | |
| Don't fuck around and leave your semi, man | |
| If it ain't 'bout money, what's the fuckin' plan? | |
| Yeah, I know your type, you out here fuckin' playin' | |
| Do a hit on niggas, spin the block, come back again | |
| I don't really give a fuck cause the nigga got hit ain't my mans | |
| [Verse: Lil Reese] | |
| Your bitch goin', she gon' get hit (get hit) | |
| Home run, knock it out the fence (knock it out the fence) | |
| I ride around with it, I took a risk (we takin' risks) | |
| Still ride around with it, we takin' risks (takin' risks) | |
| I wouldn't even touch that basic bitch (touch that basic bitch) | |
| And I won't leave the house without my stick (without my stick) | |
| I ride around with it, I take a risk (I take a risk) | |
| 'Lot of niggas on that Police shit (on that Police shit) | |
| My mouth closed, I don't know shit (I don't know shit) | |
| All I know is I'ma blow shit (I'ma blow shit) | |
| Loud rollin', we be smokin' (smokin') | |
| Kush strong, got me chokin' (chokin') | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| I heard they plottin', I wonder how many, man | |
| See me, I think I could take plenty, man | |
| And I can't leave without my semi, man | |
| Don't fuck around and leave your semi, man | |
| If it ain't 'bout money, what's the fuckin' plan? | |
| Yeah, I know your type, you out here fuckin' playin' | |
| Do a hit on niggas, spin the block, come back again | |
| I don't really give a fuck cause the nigga got hit ain't my mansEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| All the time[hook: Bosstop] | |
| Flexing, you was young and flexing | |
| All the time reckless, I was young and reckless | |
| All the time neckling, she gon give me neckling | |
| All the time rapping, boy I keep that weapon | |
| All the time, All the time, All the time | |
| All the time, all the time, nigga all the time | |
| Nigga all the time, nigga all the time | |
| [verse: Lil Reese] | |
| Weapon, that FN is my weapon boy you better not test | |
| It I got foe'nem yeah they wack shit some say we reckless | |
| I guess we are young and reckless | |
| If you hold cash I need it | |
| Then fuck that bitch I could've hit but guess im too conceited | |
| If you owe me I need it | |
| Make that bitch get on her knees and to [?]jesus | |
| We catch a opp right now man that boy gon' need jesus | |
| KuKu gang they with me too man and all they do is squeeze shit | |
| All the time | |
| And if you get snatched you better do the time | |
| All the time, all the time | |
| And if you get snatched you bett' not drop a dime | |
| [hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| FACTS[Intro] | |
| On that, on that, on that money | |
| On that money | |
| On that money | |
| [Verse] | |
| On that money that's a fact, since I pulled up in a back | |
| I've been really off the pack, really rolling off the pack | |
| Hollow tips all in my MAC, I'll leave a nigga flat | |
| If he tweakin think it's stack, let 'em know, no this ain't that | |
| What you talkin' it ain't facts, I don't wanna hear that shit | |
| I just hit another lick, I just caught another vic' | |
| And if y'all diamonds do not gliss, I don't wanna see that shit | |
| Growin' up I can't resist, had to be the man and shit | |
| Had to make some plans and shit, had to get them bands and shit | |
| Clap you and your mans for this, I ain't with that fans shit | |
| But I love my fans for this, pullin' up with extra clips | |
| In case they got some extra lips, I'mma make them extra dip | |
| We don't dummy, we don't dummy, we don't dummy that's a fact | |
| I got niggas, bitches on my land | |
| You can get 'em back and we don't fall, hoe, we pass rock | |
| You can get a back and if you hear somethin' about me ask me | |
| I'll tell you the facts, ain't with that cappin' shit get back | |
| Put a cap up in your cab, young as fuck my graze was big | |
| I couldn't go to mama house, so I went to grandma house | |
| Knowin' grans would whoop my ass, had to get up off my ass | |
| Had to come up for some cash, so I came up brought some cash | |
| Ran that shit up real fast, niggas gon' run real fast if they tweak they just says that | |
| And I was raised in the jungle so a snake can only hiss | |
| Yea I was made in a jungle I mean the snake ain't really shit | |
| [Outro] | |
| Haha, I said I was raised in a jungle so a snake can only hiss (Hisss) | |
| I was raised in a jungle so a snake ain't really shit man | |
| I mean y'all get me man, Lamron, 300 man we in the fuckin' buildin' | |
| It's a fucking drillEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Ain’t Witchu 4sho[Intro] | |
| CashMoneyAP | |
| (Get up, go get that money every second) | |
| This is how the shit go | |
| (Get up, go get that money every second) | |
| This is how the shit go | |
| This is how the shit go | |
| (Get up, go get that money every second) | |
| This is how the shit go | |
| This is how the shit— | |
| [Chorus] | |
| This is how the shit go | |
| Niggas gon' switch up, ain't with you fo' sho | |
| Bitches gon' fuck, man, a hoe is a ho | |
| I be focused on the money, I don't need me a ho | |
| 'Cause at the end of the day, at the end of the road | |
| I just wanna know why most of my niggas had to go | |
| I just wanna know why most of my brothers had to go | |
| So I'ma keep my head high, I'ma focus fo' sho | |
| [Post-Chorus] | |
| Is this how the shit go? (Is this how the shit go?) | |
| Is this how the shit go? (Is this how the shit go?) | |
| Is this how the shit go? (Is this how the shit go?) | |
| Niggas gon' switch up, ain't with you fo' sho | |
| [Verse] | |
| Is this how the shit go? Is this how the shit go? | |
| I shouldn't have to tell you really how the shit go | |
| You should already know | |
| That should be some shit that you already know | |
| Keep folks an' them with me, they my brothers fo' sho | |
| And if you got a problem, nigga, let me know | |
| I be really on go, yeah that's how it go | |
| I ain't showin' out or flexin' for a ho | |
| In Miami, I fucked her on a floor, though | |
| I just made fifty thou', but I want more, though | |
| So many hundreds, you would think I did a tour show | |
| Fuck his bitch and gave her back, I'm like, "Here, though" | |
| Can't fuck that bitch, that bitch a lame, a weirdo | |
| [Chorus] | |
| This is how the shit go | |
| Niggas gon' switch up, ain't with you fo' sho | |
| Bitches gon' fuck, man, a hoe is a ho | |
| I be focused on the money, I don't need me a ho | |
| 'Cause at the end of the day, at the end of the road | |
| I just wanna know why most of my niggas had to go | |
| I just wanna know why most of my brothers had to go | |
| So I'ma keep my head high, I'ma focus fo' sho | |
| [Outro] | |
| RIP them guys, man | |
| Free them guys, man | |
| GetBackGang part two | |
| You know what the fuck it isEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Around Me[Chorus] | |
| We really did this shit that we really rap about it | |
| We really did the shit that we cannot rap about | |
| We been up in this shit, it ain't nothin' to brag about | |
| Slide through the hood, you can even ask about me | |
| And if them niggas trickin, you ain't never seen them 'round me | |
| Most niggas bitches, I don't even want them 'round me | |
| And I ain't with the fake shit, so I don't be around it | |
| Had to separate myself, so I don't be around it | |
| The killers and the hustlers, best believe they around me | |
| Got some day one niggas, best believe they around me | |
| And we don't play that shit, we gon kill all about it | |
| And they don't play that shit, they gon kill all about me | |
| [Verse] | |
| Know a couple of Haitians, like to spray shit | |
| Yeah, you can miss me with the hate shit | |
| Gettin' money, back then used to take shit | |
| Nowadays, everybody with the fake shit | |
| And I don't wanna fuck the bitch if she basic | |
| And if I made it, then that mean we all made it | |
| Gettin' high, Reese Money so faded | |
| Just rolled me a blunt and I'ma face it | |
| Drinkin' Remy out the bottle, no chaser (nah) | |
| And I ain't never had to fake it to make it | |
| Most niggas gon fake it to make it | |
| Face shot, let's see if he can take it | |
| Ambulance ain't come, he ain't make it | |
| And if he holdin' the low, we'll take it (we need that) | |
| Just to show the fuck nigga we ain't fakin' (nah) | |
| And we'll show the fuck nigga we ain't fakin' | |
| Shoot his brains out, fuck what you thinkin' | |
| Shoot his brains out, fuck what you thinkin' | |
| [Chorus] | |
| We really did this shit that we really rap about it | |
| We really did the shit that we cannot rap about | |
| We been up in this shit, it ain't nothin' to brag about | |
| Slide through the hood, you can even ask about me | |
| And if them niggas trickin, you ain't never seen them 'round me | |
| Most niggas bitches, I don't even want them 'round me | |
| And I ain't with the fake shit, so I don't be around it | |
| Had to separate myself, so I don't be around it | |
| The killers and the hustlers, best believe they around me | |
| Got some day one niggas, best believe they around me | |
| And we don't play that shit, we gon kill all about it | |
| And they don't play that shit, they gon kill all about meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Some Out Nun[Intro] Lil Reese | |
| 300 DegreZz | |
| 300 | |
| [Hook] Lil Reese | |
| You can’t make nothing out of nothing (out of nothing) | |
| So I had to make something out of something (out of something) | |
| Get off my ass (get off my ass) | |
| Gotta get some cash (gotta get some cash) | |
| Don’t need no n*gga for shit ain’t even gonna ask (ain’t even gonna ask) | |
| Cuz a n*gga will leave you broke down on your last (down on your last) | |
| Thought that’s your man (thought that’s your man) | |
| Thought he was your man (thought he was your man) | |
| My n*ggas my n*ggas my n*ggas ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask) | |
| My n*ggas with me they shoot ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask) | |
| Them n*ggas ain’t true ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask) | |
| [Verse 1] Lil Reese | |
| My n*ggas with me they shoot | |
| You ain’t even gotta ask (you ain’t even gotta ask) | |
| And if you’re tricking with a n*gga like me I’m gonna get on your ass | |
| Pull up for the cash | |
| You only want the bags (you only want the bags) | |
| You can’t be sweet | |
| They’ll rob your ass (they’ll rob your ass) | |
| These n*ggas with me they’ll rob your ass (they’ll rob your ass) | |
| Yeah so fast (yeah so fast) | |
| Pull off so fast (pull off so fast) | |
| Folks no door had n*gga got sad | |
| I don’t know nothin if the police grab my ass | |
| I bet he knows something if the police grab his ass (yep) | |
| Must need some ass | |
| You don’t get no pass | |
| Can’t come in my hood | |
| Fuck n*gga you won’t get no pass | |
| [Hook] Lil Reese | |
| You can’t make nothing out of nothing (out of nothing) | |
| So I had to make something out of something (out of something) | |
| Get off my ass (get off my ass) | |
| Gotta get some cash (gotta get some cash) | |
| Don’t need no n*gga for shit ain’t even gonna ask (ain’t even gonna ask) | |
| Cuz a n*gga will leave you broke down on your last (down on your last) | |
| Thought that’s your man (thought that’s your man) | |
| Thought he was your man (thought he was your man) | |
| My n*ggas my n*ggas my n*ggas ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask) | |
| My n*ggas with me they shoot ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask) | |
| [Verse 2] Jadakiss | |
| Can’t make nothing out of nothing | |
| So I had to make something out of something | |
| Yeah I had my young n*ggas pumping | |
| Soon as we see them fuck n*ggas we dumping | |
| Ain’t about no money keep it moving (gone) | |
| They keep them sticks on them and they love to use them | |
| Yeah all points already proven | |
| Yeah all the joints came from the Cubans | |
| Broad day he ain’t even have a mass | |
| It was for my n*gga he ain’t even have to ask | |
| Y’all might need a better staff | |
| Yeah I tried to split his head in half (war) | |
| [Hook] Lil Reese | |
| You can’t make nothing out of nothing (out of nothing) | |
| So I had to make something out of something (out of something) | |
| Get off my ass (get off my ass) | |
| Gotta get some cash (gotta get some cash) | |
| Don’t need no n*gga for shit ain’t even gonna ask (ain’t even gonna ask) | |
| Cuz a n*gga will leave you broke down on your last (down on your last) | |
| Thought that’s your man (thought that’s your man) | |
| Thought he was your man (thought he was your man) | |
| My n*ggas my n*ggas my n*ggas ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask) | |
| My n*ggas with me they shoot ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Mo Weed[Intro] | |
| Well if you wanna leave what’s the hold up | |
| You talking about you got weed roll up | |
| [Hook] | |
| Roll up roll up Roll up roll up | |
| Who got more weed roll up | |
| We got more weed roll up | |
| Who got more weed roll up | |
| We got more weed roll up | |
| Who got more weed roll up | |
| We got more weed roll up | |
| Who got more weed roll up | |
| We got more weed roll up | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Uh just start my day off high as fuck | |
| Uh who got more weed roll up nigga | |
| Talking about he going on me I’m like | |
| Hold up that ain’t true that ain’t true | |
| That ain’t true nigga show up ain’t no | |
| Going on me in the club no ID in the | |
| Club VIP my niggas with me they they | |
| Going to shoot for free and they going | |
| To shoot for me so it’s all good this way | |
| And it’s just ain’t sweeted ain’t sweeted | |
| Swich it all my niggas get you your issue | |
| Got our issue you think this is sweet these | |
| Niggas they as soft as tissues hold up bring | |
| It back a lot of fuck niggas they ain't known that | |
| You see these bitches I’ll be on that got a lot of | |
| Cause I don’t wanna push this shit back and hold up | |
| [Hook] | |
| Roll up roll up Roll up roll up | |
| Who got more weed roll up | |
| We got more weed roll up | |
| Who got more weed roll up | |
| We got more weed roll up | |
| Who got more weed roll up | |
| We got more weed roll up | |
| Who got more weed roll up | |
| We got more weed roll up | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Uh I’m by myself just rolled up | |
| In a spot where me and my niggas rolled up | |
| See the police we ain't going to hold up | |
| They know there no controlling us yes stop | |
| Nigga I don’t know nothing can’t trust a fuck | |
| Nigga he might tell or something did that nigga | |
| Really can’t really make bail or something don’t | |
| Know man that nigga might tell something don’t | |
| Trust that nigga I don’t fuck with that nigga | |
| Can I see a fuck nigga don’t [?] nigga’s | |
| Still with my niggas,them day one niggas | |
| [Hook] | |
| Who got more weed roll up | |
| We got more weed roll up | |
| Roll up roll up Roll up roll up | |
| Who got more weed roll up | |
| We got more weed roll up | |
| Who got more weed roll up | |
| We got more weed roll up | |
| Who got more weed roll up | |
| We got more weed roll up | |
| Who got more weed roll up | |
| We got more weed roll upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Tucked[Intro: Oj300] | |
| Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt | |
| Y'all know what that mean | |
| Warheads in this bitch | |
| Yeah, we back | |
| [Chorus: Oj300 & JI300] | |
| .40 on me tucked, better be ready, give it up | |
| Ask no question, I'ma bust | |
| Yeah, you know what's up | |
| SRT challenger, yeah, you know what's up | |
| Left his ass dead, now they callin' us | |
| Why they callin' us? We never gave a fuck | |
| I pop a Perc', for my feelings I don't give a fuck | |
| And when I let this .50 go, bitch, you better duck | |
| I'ma chase you down, I'ma hit you up | |
| [Verse 1: Oj300 & JI300] | |
| Bro gon' gun you down, bro gon' hit you up | |
| Bro gon' lap around, bro don't give a fuck | |
| I smoke him 'cause he dead, pour me up a cup | |
| Now we out in traffic, catch him posted up | |
| Ridin' in some' fast and it's tinted up | |
| Comin' down ya block and we fifttеd it up | |
| I let bro out and he hit the cut | |
| With that .50 bеst believe he leave a massacre | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Reese] | |
| It's a massacre, very scary sight | |
| I told that bitch that I only want one night, high as a kite | |
| Nigga get clapped tonight for thinkin' we fightin' | |
| Flip the block, lost fifty twice | |
| He bit the cheese like 6ix9ine, he a mice | |
| If you fuck up once, I ain't lettin' you fuck up twice | |
| And I'ma give you advice, this street shit ain't right | |
| I'ma tell you only one time, this shit ain't right | |
| [Chorus: Oj300 & JI300] | |
| .40 on me tucked, better be ready, give it up | |
| Ask no question, I'ma bust | |
| Yeah, you know what's up | |
| SRT challenger, yeah, you know what's up | |
| Left his ass dead, now they callin' us | |
| Why they callin' us? We never gave a fuck | |
| I pop a Perc', for my feelings I don't give a fuck | |
| And when I let this .50 go, bitch, you better duck | |
| I'ma chase you down, I'ma hit you up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| What It Do[Intro: Fredo Santana] | |
| What it do? What it do? | |
| What it do, what it do? (Squad) | |
| What it do? | |
| What it do, what it do? | |
| Fuck niggas, fuck niggas, fuck | |
| What, what? | |
| [Chorus: Fredo Santana] | |
| Got Xanax and lean for the whole damn crew (What?) | |
| Got a thirty Ruger shot for my motherfuckin' tool (Bang, bang) | |
| Brand new chopper and that bitch shoot smooth (Grra, grra) | |
| Got a hundred niggas with me and they all gon' shoot (What?) | |
| What it do? (Damn) | |
| What it do? What it do? (Smoking that gas) | |
| Heard that it's a problem, you wanna make the news? (Make the news) | |
| What it do? What it do? (Do) | |
| Chasing all this money, I ain't worried 'bout you | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Aye, Fredo what it do? | |
| I ain't gonna say too much | |
| But you know I miss you, fool | |
| For you we act a fool | |
| For you I pack a tool | |
| Got that call about you and you know I lost my cool | |
| Sosa miss you too, Caper, all us miss you, fool | |
| I remember we ain't had shit, fucked up don't know what to do | |
| Every time I'm out in Cali, boy I always hit you | |
| Now I don't know what to do | |
| Now I don't know what to do | |
| [Chorus: Fredo Santana] | |
| Got Xanax and lean for the whole damn crew (What?) | |
| Got a thirty Ruger shot for my motherfuckin' tool (Bang, bang) | |
| Brand new chopper and that bitch shoot smooth (Grra, grra) | |
| Got a hundred niggas with me and they all gon' shoot (What?) | |
| What it do? (Damn) | |
| What it do? What it do? (Smoking that gas) | |
| Heard that it's a problem, you wanna make the news? (Make the news) | |
| What it do? What it do? (Do) | |
| Chasing all this money, I ain't worried 'bout you | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Reese] | |
| What it do? (What it do?) | |
| What it do? | |
| I'ma continue chasing money, can't forget about that, too | |
| All this shit we learned on our own, man | |
| We ain't get it from no nigga | |
| Y'all been my niggas since lil' niggas | |
| I can't forget about my niggas | |
| Why would I switch on my niggas? | |
| Why would I quit on my niggas? | |
| I cannot quit on my niggas | |
| I'm yelling, "Fuck all these niggas" | |
| [Chorus: Fredo Santana] | |
| Got Xanax and lean for the whole damn crew (What?) | |
| Got a thirty Ruger shot for my motherfuckin' tool (Bang, bang) | |
| Brand new chopper and that bitch shoot smooth (Grra, grra) | |
| Got a hundred niggas with me and they all gon' shoot (What?) | |
| What it do? (Damn) | |
| What it do? What it do? (Smoking that gas) | |
| Heard that it's a problem, you wanna make the news? (Make the news) | |
| What it do? What it do? (Do) | |
| Chasing all this money, I ain't worried 'bout youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| LudacrisMan down | |
| [Chorus] | |
| This shit Ludacris | |
| On the road with some bricks | |
| Hop out shootin' shit | |
| Pull up, pull up shootin’ shit | |
| They don't know who this is | |
| I could be anybody | |
| Fuck around, catch a body | |
| Robbin' is my hobby | |
| Back then when Sosa had the Audi | |
| Smoking so much loud, it’s cloudy | |
| And me and Durk was on the block like shoppers | |
| And back then we wasn't gettin' no munna | |
| On the block, rest in peach J Munna | |
| Better know it if you see me, it's a gun tucked | |
| Fuck around, young nigga, then I'm gon up | |
| [Verse] | |
| Fuck around, young nigga, then I'm gon up | |
| Fuck around, young nigga, then I'm gon bust | |
| Better know it if you see me it's a gun tucked | |
| Better know it if you see me then they gon bust | |
| Fuck around, young nigga, we gon fuck it up | |
| Brand new check, I’ma fuck it up | |
| Get the money back, I’ma double up | |
| Two for ten on the dope, shop with us | |
| Hypes say yo' dope ain’t strong enough | |
| Say you gettin' money, but the shit ain't long enough | |
| This another nigga bitch, she don't belong to us | |
| I don’t know who she is | |
| She could be anybody | |
| Probably fucked her, probably (probably) | |
| Fuck with niggas, hardly (hardly) | |
| Most of these niggas sorry (sorry) | |
| I don't fuck with niggas, they sorry (sorry) | |
| When you see me, know I got it on me (on me) | |
| That mean I ain't by my lonely (my lonely) | |
| I was raised to get that money | |
| You was raised to be a dummy (dummy) | |
| These niggas is actin' funny (funny) | |
| Get the money and stack it, dummy (dummy) | |
| Get the money and stack it, dummy (dummy) | |
| [Chorus] | |
| This shit Ludacris | |
| On the road with some bricks | |
| Hop out shootin' shit | |
| Pull up, pull up shootin' shit | |
| They don't know who this is | |
| I could be anybody | |
| Fuck around, catch a body | |
| Robbin' is my hobby | |
| Back then when Sosa had the Audi | |
| Smoking so much loud, it's cloudy | |
| And me and Durk was on the block like shoppers | |
| And back then we wasn't gettin' no munna | |
| On the block, rest in peach J Munna | |
| Better know it if you see me, it's a gun tucked | |
| Fuck around, young nigga, then I'm gon upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Seen or Saw (Remix)[Hook: Lil Reese] | |
| I promise niggas bitches man, they gone tell it all | |
| I promise to keep it real and still fuck with my dawgs | |
| I always burn up, I can't change at all | |
| I always burn up, i can't change at all | |
| And when they switch up, I can't change at all | |
| And when it go up, I don't know nothing, seen or saw | |
| And when it go down, I don't know nothing, seen or saw | |
| And when it go down, I don't know nothing, seen or saw | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| I don't know nothing, seen or saw, Who talkin' to the law | |
| Got a gun on me, don't test it | |
| This bitch here it go off | |
| Tryin' to stack my money up and buy a big ass crib | |
| So I can build me a motherfuckin' golf, course | |
| On the back of my shit, killas in the back of the whip | |
| Flip by once, Flip by twice | |
| I can't get no action for shit | |
| Im'a go back to the script, and a nigga like me, me knowin' me | |
| Im'a just stick to the script, im'a just stick to the script | |
| Fuck a bitch and dip off the rip, R.I.P to my niggas not here | |
| I'ma ride for my niggas that's here | |
| War time with my niggas right here | |
| It's going down with my niggas right here | |
| [Hook: Lil Reese] | |
| I promise niggas bitches man, they gone tell it all | |
| I promise to keep it real and still fuck with my dawgs | |
| I always burn up, I can't change at all | |
| I always burn up, i can't change at all | |
| And when they switch up, I can't change at all | |
| And when it go up, I don't know nothing, seen or saw | |
| And when it go down, I don't know nothing, seen or saw | |
| And when it go down, I don't know nothing, seen or saw | |
| [Verse 2: Rick Ross] | |
| Young nigga fuck what ya seen, now they say you a witness | |
| Never speakin' no evil so I just pray for forgiveness | |
| We may trip and may stumble but never fall in these trenches | |
| Once you're labeled a snitch, you may get wiped on suspicion | |
| Never stand on the same [?] exercise my potential | |
| Miss me with them Twitter rants and come and get this extended | |
| I'm mighty might, [?] | |
| I be down at the lot, European four door | |
| Infatuated by the tales of the older dope boys | |
| Years later look at me, I'm on my fourteenth Rolls Royce | |
| Fairy tales is what they call it, I can tell you what I got | |
| I really came up from the bottom so I take it off the top | |
| [Hook: Lil Reese]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Small Talk[Chorus] | |
| Small talk, save the convo | |
| No, I ain't with the fuckin' convo | |
| Keep talking, we gon pull up pronto | |
| That's ASAP boy, like Rocky nigga | |
| How the fuck you rockin' nigga? | |
| You know how we rockin' nigga | |
| I heard some funny shit about you | |
| So I ain't fuckin' with you | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Fuck the small talk, let's get money | |
| 'Lot of my shooters, boy, they on dummy | |
| 'Lot of my niggas, boy, they on dummy | |
| That's why I all I think about is money | |
| Boy, I'ma get it | |
| Fuck niggas if they ain't with it | |
| All my niggas, yeah they been with it | |
| Cause a lot of niggas really bitches | |
| Ain't came up where I came from | |
| That's like me forgetting where I came from | |
| Rolled up, go back where I came from | |
| I won't switch up on my day ones | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Small talk, save the convo | |
| No, I ain't with the fuckin' convo | |
| Keep talking, we gon pull up pronto | |
| That's ASAP boy, like Rocky nigga | |
| How the fuck you rockin' nigga? | |
| You know how we rockin' nigga | |
| I heard some funny shit about you | |
| So I ain't fuckin' with you | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Know your role, no flexin' though | |
| It's 300 just to let you know | |
| With Lamron, they get everything whole | |
| We erase a nigga just let you know | |
| Chasing money, I ain't chasing hoes | |
| 24/7, yeah we on go | |
| Yeah, we on go | |
| Ain't playing roles | |
| Niggas getting exposed | |
| Most niggas hoe's | |
| That's how it go | |
| But I'm from the foe | |
| I can't go, ask lil bro | |
| He tote poles, we tote poles | |
| He kick doors, we kick doors | |
| On Lil Mo | |
| Free Slick though | |
| Homie ain't switch up for shit though | |
| Fu niggas do fu shit though | |
| Police grab me, what's this though? | |
| Better know my mouth zipped though | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Small talk, save the convo | |
| No, I ain't with the fuckin' convo | |
| Keep talking, we gon pull up pronto | |
| That's ASAP boy, like Rocky nigga | |
| How the fuck you rockin' nigga? | |
| You know how we rockin' nigga | |
| I heard some funny shit about you | |
| So I ain't fuckin' with youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Sacrifices[Intro] | |
| I put my life on the line for these streets | |
| When you have ain't nobody to call, I was in reach | |
| Too many sacrifices involved, I still creep | |
| Yeah, hey | |
| [Chorus: Lil Zay Osama] | |
| I put my life on the line for these streets | |
| When you have ain't nobody to call, I was in reach | |
| Too many sacrifices involved, I still creep | |
| When you have nothing at all, I let you eat | |
| How you gon' say that you ain't never need us? | |
| How you gon' change up on us with no reasons? | |
| My brothers ain't the same, man I need 'em | |
| This Bloodas shit forever, I can't leave them | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Zay Osama] | |
| We lost some brothers to the streets, 'member nights I couldn't sleep | |
| 'Member nights I let you in, and I ain't ask my OG | |
| Nigga, I fed you, them niggas scared you | |
| You came running to my crib for a pole, and I ain't trip, I sparred you | |
| I wasn't out here just for me, I ride foreigns to get flee | |
| Snatch and running out of stores, using steamers from the T | |
| Me and Skud from the mud, he don't keep secrets from me | |
| All them goals, I sacrificed my life for us to get some heat | |
| I put my life on the line too many times | |
| I went to jail, my [?], he dropped a dime | |
| You take down me, I took you back too many times | |
| When you ain't got no one to call, don't hit my line | |
| [Chorus: Lil Zay Osama] | |
| I put my life on the line for these streets | |
| When you have ain't nobody to call, I was in reach | |
| Too many sacrifices involved, I still creep | |
| When you have nothing at all, I let you eat | |
| How you gon' say that you ain't never need us? | |
| How you gon' change up on us with no reasons? | |
| My brothers ain't the same, man I need 'em | |
| This Bloodas shit forever, I can't leave them | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Reese] | |
| I don't fuck around in these streets | |
| I don't fuck around in these streets | |
| I don't fuck around in these streets, cause you know me | |
| I don't fuck around in these streets, you know me | |
| Running 'round in these streets (You know me) | |
| You know me, I be running around in these streets | |
| Still riding around, totin' heat | |
| I don't fuck around in these streets | |
| Came from the Jungle, so I be low-key | |
| Niggas too police, watch how I be (Watch how I be) | |
| When you don't see me (When you don't see me) | |
| I'm still doin' me (I'm still doin' me) That's how I be | |
| Tell my brothers watch over me, you know how I be | |
| I don't fuck with a nigga if they don't fuck with me | |
| Snake shit, boy, yeah I could see | |
| How you change up me and blame me? | |
| You changed up on me, and blamed me | |
| Never been a goofy, nah that ain't me | |
| Too many sacrifices in these streets | |
| Niggas out here lost, thinking shit sweet | |
| These the streets, ain't shit sweet | |
| One call away when you need me | |
| Acting like you ain't never had to call up me | |
| [Chorus: Lil Zay Osama] | |
| I put my life on the line for these streets | |
| When you have ain't nobody to call, I was in reach | |
| Too many sacrifices involved, I still creep | |
| When you have nothing at all, I let you eat | |
| How you gon' say that you ain't never need us? | |
| How you gon' change up on us with no reasons? | |
| My brothers ain't the same, man I need 'em | |
| This Bloodas shit forever, I can't leave themEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| However[Intro] | |
| How you want it anytime any place man | |
| Just let me know huh huh | |
| Huh huh that nigga don’t know | |
| I said let nigga know some | |
| That nigga know some | |
| [Hook] | |
| Anytime any place however you want it (want it) | |
| Call the killers now push up on it (push up on it) | |
| Call my killers now push up on it | |
| Anytime any place however you want it (want it) | |
| However you want it however you want it | |
| However you want it however you want it | |
| Anytime any place i said however you want it | |
| Anytime any place i said however you want it | |
| However you want it however you want it | |
| However you want it however you want it | |
| Anytime any place however you want it (want it) | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Call my killers from the lamb let them get up on it | |
| How you want it (how you want it) tell me how you | |
| Want it how you want it I really pull up on you get | |
| Up on it (get up on it) catch a nigga snoozing now | |
| Watch me get up on it though I need some nigga | |
| I don’t want it I don’t need nothin nigga I don’t | |
| Want it (I don’t want it) how my homies pull up | |
| With 30 packets now you need 30 doctors that’s | |
| 30 shots Wayne Vix Mad Max now all this ain’t | |
| No movie but we go like that I said we know this | |
| Ain’t no movie but we go like that | |
| [Hook] | |
| Anytime any place however you want it (want it) | |
| Call the killers now push up on it (push up on it) | |
| Call my killers now push up on it | |
| Anytime any place however you want it (want it) | |
| However you want it however you want it | |
| However you want it however you want it | |
| Anytime any place i said however you want it | |
| Anytime any place i said however you want it | |
| However you want it however you want it | |
| However you want it however you want it | |
| Anytime any place however you want it (want it)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Fired Up(Intro) | |
| Fired up, fired up, fired up | |
| Fired up, fired up | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Send me a pic, stupid bitch, so I can see what I miss | |
| And when I up this bitch and shoot, I ain't gon' miss | |
| Like a jump shot and that, nothin' but swish | |
| These niggas faker than these bitches, I don't take a risk | |
| You met that bitch the first day, and you gave her a kiss | |
| Ain't no tellin' where her mouth been, probably on dick | |
| Seen that nigga in the hood, he jumped right on my dick | |
| Now I can't say you out here, boy, you ain't with the shits | |
| Got young niggas, young niggas that will up and shit | |
| Niggas get to duckin', niggas get to flinchin' and shit | |
| Niggas really ain't your mans, he on that frenemy shit | |
| Hangin' with the opps, I ain't with that friendly ass shit | |
| And if it ain't about the money you can miss me with it | |
| Off the drink, high'd up, and it's my party, don't come through | |
| You might get, fired up | |
| You might get, fired up | |
| Dead opps up in the woods, fat woods, fired up | |
| Fired up | |
| Please don't come through my block you might get, fired up | |
| Fired up | |
| Please don't slide down my block you might get, fired up | |
| Fired up, fired up, fired up | |
| Dumb bitch all up on my line got me, fired up | |
| Fired up, fired up, fired up | |
| Please don't serve down my block you might get, fired up | |
| Fired up | |
| Ten grams up in a backwood watch my nigga, fire it up | |
| Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up | |
| (Outro) | |
| You feel me? | |
| Slide down my block shit get very dangerous | |
| Shit get very scary | |
| Make shit very scary | |
| Foe nemEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Dizzle Flex[Intro] | |
| Free them guys, free them guys man (switch up) | |
| Let's get it | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I don't fuck with niggas, you don't see me with 'em, don't ask nigga | |
| I get my shit, I'm cool nigga, I ain't gon' brag nigga | |
| Stay with the shit, still to get up on your ass nigga | |
| Everyday I wake up, my main focus is cash nigga | |
| Can't be like that nigga, run around like he that nigga | |
| Knowing damn well he ain't that nigga | |
| If he getting money then flex nigga | |
| Flex, flex, flex, then flex nigga | |
| [Verse] | |
| I won't fuckin' stop until I get a jet nigga | |
| Lookin' at my mans like where we at nigga | |
| I popped a X nigga, I'm off a flat nigga | |
| Floatin' I might take flight just like that jet nigga | |
| And that bitch thought I was like her next nigga | |
| Well I fucked her and passed her like the next nigga | |
| Gettin' money all I know is fuckin' flex nigga | |
| You want war, we want beef, what is that nigga? | |
| Can't trust the police cause they ride around, they wack niggas | |
| Got me thinking 24/7, stay strapped nigga | |
| What the fuck is that, I thought they serve and protect niggas | |
| I thought they serve and protect niggas | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I don't fuck with niggas, you don't see me with 'em, don't ask nigga | |
| I get my shit, I'm cool nigga, I ain't gon' brag nigga | |
| Stay with the shit, still to get up on your ass nigga | |
| Everyday I wake up, my main focus is cash nigga | |
| Can't be like that nigga, run around like he that nigga | |
| Knowing damn well he ain't that nigga | |
| If he getting money then flex nigga | |
| Flex, flex, flex, then flex nigga1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Depend on Me[Producer Tag] | |
| Zen Beats | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I gotta depend on me | |
| Can't ask bruh, that's me | |
| That fame where I wanna be | |
| I'ma do whatever for me, but I ain't fucked up in these streets | |
| Gotta maintain, that's how I be | |
| In my own lane, that's me | |
| Keep a few niggas with me | |
| No switchin' up, that's me | |
| I don't know how you be | |
| The bullshit they talkin, doesn't even come to my knee | |
| I'm like a linebacker, don't run that shit by me | |
| Where would I really be? | |
| If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be? | |
| If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be? | |
| If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be? | |
| If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be? | |
| I gotta depend on me | |
| I gotta depend on me | |
| [Verse] | |
| How would it really be, if I ain't depend on me? | |
| You only know what you done heard | |
| That means you ain't really see (nah) | |
| Tellin' stories like you was in the streets | |
| In my Glory, got a big ass heat | |
| With me (with me) | |
| Right up on my seat (my seat) | |
| And they'll ride, nigga with me | |
| And they'll slide, nigga for me | |
| I'm gettin' money, all I see, and these hoes fuckin' for free | |
| And these hoes fuckin' for me, for me (for me) | |
| Just spent a cool band on a sneaks (some sneaks) for me | |
| Put on a show, show me you a freak (you a freak) | |
| Show me what I need to see | |
| Make me forget about these hoes | |
| People tryna stress me in these streets | |
| So I could show you how I'm comin' | |
| So I could show you the real me | |
| Sit back and count all this money | |
| Sit back and kill all these beats | |
| Sit back and kill all these beats | |
| So I could show you how I'm comin' | |
| Kill all these beats | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Can't ask bruh, that's me | |
| That fame where I wanna be | |
| I'ma do whatever for me, but I ain't fucked up in these streets | |
| Gotta maintain, that's how I be | |
| In my own lane, that's me | |
| Keep a few niggas with me | |
| No switchin' up, that's me | |
| I don't know how you be | |
| The bullshit they talkin, doesn't even come to my knee | |
| I'm like a linebacker, don't run that shit by me | |
| Where would I really be? | |
| If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be? | |
| If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be? | |
| If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be? | |
| If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be? | |
| I gotta depend on me | |
| I gotta depend on meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Problems[Intro] | |
| Got 30 for these problems | |
| These fucking niggas don’t know no problems | |
| These fucking niggas don’t know no problems | |
| [Hook] | |
| We got 30’s we got choppers for these problems | |
| Heard that voice said he want this problems | |
| He acting man that boy don’t want these problems | |
| My niggas that run in and assault them | |
| We got 30’s we got choppers for these problems | |
| Heard that voice said he want this problems | |
| He acting man that boy don’t want these problems | |
| My niggas that run in and assault them | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Herad that boy said he want these problems | |
| He acting man that boy don’t want these problems | |
| And we robbers and we gobblers he acting | |
| Man that boy don’t want these problems | |
| It’s a problem and we going to solve start | |
| Run but I know a fuck nigga that’s your problem | |
| Too busy worrying about the money now the | |
| Bitches they are the problem and when it’s war | |
| Time that’s when we load up top for all them ops | |
| Who claim they ops fuck nigga I got like a sweet | |
| Then I go hard pull out with a mad phone nigga | |
| We spray sparkles sparkles | |
| [Hook] | |
| We got 30’s we got choppers for these problems | |
| Heard that voice said he want this problems | |
| He acting man that boy don’t want these problems | |
| My niggas that run in and assault them | |
| We got 30’s we got choppers for these problems | |
| Heard that voice said he want this problems | |
| He acting man that boy don’t want these problems | |
| My niggas that run in and assault themEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Throwin Sum[Intro] | |
| It ain't nun | |
| It ain't nun (they throwin' sum) | |
| They throwin' sum (they throwin' sum) | |
| It ain't nun (they throwin' sum) | |
| They throwin' sum | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| It ain't nun (it ain't nun) | |
| They throwin' sum | |
| All that talking man | |
| I done heard too much | |
| But that shit don't mean nothin' | |
| Only my kids man | |
| Yeah that shit that mean some | |
| Got niggas actin' tough | |
| Say they locked but he ain't did enough | |
| Like you can't be touched | |
| (What) Anybody can get touched | |
| [Hook] | |
| FTT I might just wear | |
| Fuck realtion, fuck the gear | |
| It ain't a nigga that I fear | |
| Must be drunk off that damn beer | |
| Like the reggie ain't seen yeah | |
| I don't give a fuck about what you hear | |
| Better not tweak | |
| Don't come near | |
| Up that heat if you come near | |
| [Bridge] | |
| Since a lil one I've been like this | |
| Then I make this shit again | |
| Then when imma go for the win | |
| Seen Fredo leave he ain't coming back again | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Seen too many leave | |
| They ain't coming back again | |
| Big guns like we in Pakistan | |
| Heard he got booked why he out again | |
| You speed to tell if a nigga ain't your mans | |
| Gotta respect 'em | |
| If you wanna win | |
| Can't show nun but respect if you wanna win | |
| Come through leave no witness | |
| Seen sumn ain't of your business | |
| You better not get in it | |
| All my niggas with it | |
| Make that call you finished | |
| Tool in his mouth (in his mouth) | |
| Like we the dentist (like we the dentist) | |
| Why you think I'm in it | |
| To fuckin' win it | |
| We been on his ass | |
| For a minute | |
| [Outro] | |
| (Tell that nigga stop it man. We been on his ass for like, a minute. Tell that for this nigga man, tell that bitchass nigga come outside man. Skrrt. Bop bow. Bitchass nigga. You know what the fuck it is man. Tell on david.)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Sets Droppin[Hook] | |
| Fingers up in the air and sets get to droppin' | |
| These niggas get to actin' | |
| Watch my nigga get to poppin' | |
| Get to poppin', my niggas get to poppin' | |
| Fingers up in the air and sets droppin' | |
| Sets droppin', sets droppin' | |
| Fingers up in the air and sets droppin' | |
| Sets droppin', sets droppin' | |
| Sets droppin', sets droppin' | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| A nigga trick with you, tell them act a fool, tell me what you gon' do | |
| Go on, stand up be a pussy, nigga tell me what you gon' do | |
| Bitch of course stand up nigga, tell me what u gon' do | |
| Tuck u tellin' foe like a pussy nigga, man whats the use | |
| Matter of fact, who is you | |
| How you get up in this biz boy, you not with the 300 Crew | |
| 300 crew will blow at you | |
| Free folks nem, move like them too | |
| Can’t forget them, they was out here too | |
| Fuck my bitch think I need two | |
| Sets droppin' we pull up too | |
| He gon' run and he is too | |
| Play for keeps, not playin' with you | |
| Got those bitches gon' spray you too | |
| In this shit I’m stuck like glue | |
| Rest in peace to Lil Mo too | |
| You know I can’t forget my dude, and my other niggas too | |
| L's | |
| [Hook] | |
| Fingers up in the air and sets get to droppin' | |
| These niggas get to actin' | |
| Watch my nigga get to poppin' | |
| Get to poppin', my niggas get to poppin' | |
| Fingers up in the air and sets droppin' | |
| Sets droppin', sets droppin' | |
| Fingers up in the air and sets droppin' | |
| Sets droppin', sets droppin' | |
| Sets droppin', sets droppin' | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I want some white trues I’m tee'd up on my block | |
| A lot of niggas, a lot of thots, but I just love selling rocks | |
| I just pulled up in that drop, my youngin' got that mop | |
| Tryin' to rob, you get shot, 300 greases too hot | |
| We got glizzies and them FNs, but them bitches got mops | |
| Niggas thinking they on something, they gon' end up on fox | |
| I don’t fuck with no opps, cause they always droppin' | |
| Got a new chop call it Young Chop cause it’s always choppin' | |
| But that 4-5 knockin', ain’t no boxes that we rockin' | |
| Cookin' game we the hottest, we just found out what you coppin' | |
| Now we all in your closet, we want it all ain't no stoppin' | |
| And we with that gang shit that’s why we always The topic | |
| L's | |
| [Hook] | |
| Fingers up in the air and sets get to droppin' | |
| These nigga get to actin' | |
| Watch my niggas get to poppin' | |
| Get to poppin', my niggas get to poppin' | |
| Fingers up in the air and sets droppin' | |
| Sets droppin', sets droppin' | |
| Fingers up in the air and sets droppin' | |
| Sets droppin', sets droppin' | |
| Sets droppin', sets droppin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Elementary[Chorus: Jusblow] | |
| Been doing this shit since elementary | |
| You ain't a ten year nigga then you ain't shit to me | |
| I ain't yo homie I ain't yo bro you ain't kin to me | |
| A lot of niggas they snake they call them frienemies | |
| I be getting to the money man fuck my enemies | |
| I only roll backwoods when I smoke my enemies | |
| Stay busting off a flat, bitch I love that ecstasy | |
| We been doing this shit since elementary | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| 300 | |
| Just ask about me, bitch I'm really in the skreets (huh) | |
| We been doing this shit since elementary (elementary bitch) | |
| You ain't no fifteen year nigga you ain't shit to me (you ain't shit to me bitch) | |
| Neck shot, headshot I leave his brains up in the skreets | |
| Niggas be acting so crazy, although niggas ain't really so crazy | |
| Who that lil bitch I then fucked yo o'lady | |
| You don't work then yo dumb ass must be lazy | |
| Rolling off 5th with bro nem we going crazy | |
| All that hatin' shit that shit don't faze me | |
| Fuck is you crazy her head amazing | |
| But I would not chase bitch is so basic (huh) | |
| And it's ten grams in the wood when I smoke my enemy (dead nigga) | |
| All these niggas so fu, man I call 'em frienemies (fu nigga) | |
| Who you, you just got up in the skreets (300) | |
| Most niggas they bitches they ain't really in the skreets (nah) | |
| [Chorus: Jusblow] | |
| Been doing this shit since elementary | |
| You ain't a ten year nigga then you ain't shit to me | |
| I ain't yo homie I ain't yo bro you ain't kin to me | |
| A lot of niggas they snake they call them frienemies | |
| I be getting to the money man fuck my enemies | |
| I only roll backwoods when I smoke my enemies | |
| Stay busting off a flat, bitch I love that ecstasy | |
| We been doing this shit since elementary | |
| [Verse 2: Jusblow] | |
| Been toting that forty since I was a shorty | |
| When I was fifteen had a clip that was twice my age | |
| Had a different gun for a different day | |
| Shoot his block up different ways | |
| I'm 100 x 6 ain't switching ways | |
| In a foreign with yo bitch u be switching lanes | |
| Smoked a new pack yo homie got cooked today | |
| Keep a backwood when I roll I stay off my enemies | |
| Want a feature from blow it's gone be about a key | |
| When I was down on my ass man you wasn't friends with me | |
| One shot headshot took him out like Kennedy | |
| Baby these niggas ain't crazy | |
| 30 on me like I was born in the 80's | |
| Racks in my pocket I know that they hate it | |
| Telling mama I know I'ma make it | |
| Way I was raised, they know I was gone take it | |
| Alot of these rappers they lying, they faking | |
| Loving that bitch but to me she so basic | |
| Black on black crime so my Glock is so racist | |
| [Chorus: Jusblow] | |
| Been doing this shit since elementary | |
| You ain't a ten year nigga then you ain't shit to me | |
| I ain't yo homie I ain't yo bro you ain't kin to me | |
| A lot of niggas they snake they call them frienemies | |
| I be getting to the money man fuck my enemies | |
| I only roll backwoods when I smoke my enemies | |
| Stay busting off a flat, bitch I love that ecstasy | |
| We been doing this shit since elementaryEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Letz Do A Drill[Chorus:] | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| 4 5 cocked back | |
| Bullets flying like snapbacks | |
| My niggas they round cats | |
| Broski push his top back | |
| That Irene that loud pack | |
| Weed got my pockets fat | |
| We posted up | |
| We on that | |
| We ridin' round, we getting that | |
| Quick stain we hittin' that | |
| 64th and Normal be the block you can't miss that | |
| Shooters we don't point | |
| Bitch we ballin and we ain't miss shots | |
| Fucked her, passed her to my dawgs | |
| Whole team hit that | |
| Little niggas they lying | |
| They ain't drilling | |
| They ain't shooting shit | |
| Catch his ass lose a leg | |
| Nike I'm the 30 back | |
| Finna put my team on my back | |
| I'm a running back | |
| And I'll put my last up | |
| That 300 ain't having that | |
| We drilling shit | |
| We drilling shit | |
| Period | |
| [Chorus :] | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Just lost Dart so you know I'm going ludacris | |
| Everybody strapped and they thirsty just to drill some shit | |
| White Remy | |
| No chasing | |
| That's how I'mma do this shit | |
| Bankroll shorty and your bitches wanna do my dick | |
| Playing both sides | |
| That's a bitch, where they do that at? | |
| Kenn on the beat | |
| Man I told him how I kill this shit | |
| Gotta get respect just to get it | |
| I'mma take this shit | |
| I'mma play my part | |
| You gone talk just to fuck the bitch | |
| Saying fuck Lil Reesy | |
| His mind must be off the shit | |
| I ain't gotta talk | |
| Broski smoke him cuz he's easy shit | |
| L's up for Lil Mo' | |
| Disrespect it we a do you quick | |
| 300 the movement bitch | |
| L's up | |
| Period | |
| [Chorus: ] | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drillEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Exhausted[Intro] | |
| Are we fuckin' through it yet? | |
| I'm exhausted | |
| I didn't get in the crib 'til six in the mornin', man | |
| Shit, I ain't even wake up 'til six in the afternoon, man | |
| Perc had me high as fuck, man | |
| Damn | |
| [Chorus] | |
| That Perc got me exhausted, lean got me exhausted | |
| My bitch got me exhausted, exhausted | |
| That loud got me exhausted, exhausted | |
| Can't pick up, I'm exhausted, exhausted | |
| That drink got me exhausted, exhausted | |
| Blowin' my phone up, this bitch lost it, she lost it | |
| Too much shit got me exhausted, I'm off it | |
| Exhausted, exhausted | |
| [Verse] | |
| Too much shit got me exhausted, I'm off it, can't call it | |
| All these hoes keep calling (Callin') they lost it, get off me (Get off me) | |
| Young nigga, I been ballin' (Ballin'), fuck niggas think I lost it (Lost it) | |
| Fifty block down, Halsted (Skrrt) | |
| Swaggin' up, and I'm saucin' (Saucin') | |
| High as fuck, I be off it (Off it) | |
| Got some real brothers that'll off you (Off you) | |
| Supreme hoodie, shirt Off-White (Off-White) | |
| I remember back then, had to sell white (Sell White) | |
| Just so a nigga could stay right (Stay right) | |
| Exhausted early, it's still daylight (Daylight) | |
| She only wanna come around for the hype (Hype) | |
| Get head and put it out for the night | |
| [Chorus] | |
| That Perc got me exhausted, lean got me exhausted | |
| My bitch got me exhausted, exhausted | |
| That loud got me exhausted, exhausted | |
| Can't pick up, I'm exhausted, exhausted | |
| That drink got me exhausted, exhausted | |
| Blowin' my phone up, this bitch lost it, she lost it | |
| Too much shit got me exhausted, I'm off it | |
| Exhausted, exhausted | |
| [Refrain] | |
| Run up on me, best be cautious | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Run up on me, best be cautious | |
| Blow that bitch, no conscience | |
| Fuck twelve and fuck your honor | |
| Snitch niggas'll put you under | |
| That's why I don't fuck with none of 'em | |
| On point like Russ with that thunder | |
| High as fuck off of ganja | |
| That Tooka just put me under | |
| Shoot it us, we don't stop 'til you honor | |
| Hit a nigga all in his stomach | |
| Perc 30 turned me to a monster | |
| Might whack a nigga at my concert | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Perc got me exhausted, lean got me exhausted | |
| My bitch got me exhausted, exhausted | |
| That loud got me exhausted, exhausted | |
| Can't pick up, I'm exhausted, exhausted | |
| That drink got me exhausted, exhausted | |
| Blowin' my phone up, this bitch lost it, she lost it | |
| Too much shit got me exhausted, I'm off it | |
| Exhausted, exhaustedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Kill Don’t Hurt[Intro] | |
| Unh Unh Ohh yeah Ohh yeah | |
| That's my word, that's my word, that's my word | |
| [Hook] | |
| I say something, that's my word | |
| Catch your ass, we gon do your ass the worst | |
| Calboy pulled out, he thirst | |
| If he look fishy, imma shoot first | |
| Imma hit the fuck nigga really where it hurts | |
| You ain't from it boy, I'm really from the dirt | |
| When I was fucked up, probably hit you for the work | |
| I ain't had shit, I really had to work | |
| Put the police on me, but it didn't work | |
| Then tried to go against me, it really won't work | |
| Tried to go against us, it really won't work | |
| Somebody getting hurt, you better think first | |
| You better think first, like this ain't gon work | |
| These guns kill , they don't hurt (that's on david, aye) | |
| Now these guns kill, boy they don't hurt | |
| [Verse] | |
| Stick to what I know, that's what I know | |
| Most these niggas bitches, they gon fu | |
| Reese boy I still ride around with that pole | |
| In case these fuck niggas acting like they want smoke (let's go) | |
| Act like you really about it, bitch you ain't gon blow | |
| Nigga you know, that I know | |
| All these dirty bitches, they gon go | |
| Acting like you really about it, but you a hoe | |
| Now we ain't putting in front, for these hoes (for them hoes) | |
| Gotta get that money, I need them rolls | |
| Man you different, You need them hoes | |
| I was dolo ,since niggas don't know | |
| Say they opps, they don't do shit, Cause them niggas they hoes | |
| Ain't tell my telephone , they wanna see me fell off fool | |
| Ain't gon go, I promise that's my word | |
| Man that's my word | |
| [Hook] | |
| I say something, that's my word | |
| Catch your ass, we gon do your ass the worst | |
| Call boy pulled out, he thirst | |
| If he look fishy, imma shoot first | |
| Imma hit the fuck nigga really where it hurts | |
| You ain't from it boy, I'm really from the dirt | |
| When I was fucked up, probably hit you for the work | |
| I ain't had shit, I really had to work | |
| Put the police on me, but it didn't work | |
| Then tried to go against me, it really won't work | |
| Tried to go against us, it really won't work | |
| Somebody getting hurt, you better think first | |
| You better think first, like this ain't gon work | |
| These guns kill , they don't hurt (that's on david, aye) | |
| Now these guns kill, boy they don't hurtEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| Not Gone Play[Intro] | |
| Chopsquad | |
| Lil bro shot in the crowd | |
| I think he painted a nigga | |
| The nigga came through with the tape | |
| I think he wasted a nigga | |
| Damn | |
| Hold up, ay | |
| [Chorus: Tee Grizzley] | |
| I ain't gone play with you niggas | |
| I ain't gone play with you niggas | |
| I'm not gone play with you niggas | |
| Ain't finna play with you niggas | |
| You know the niggas that's dying | |
| I know the niggas that did it | |
| I know the niggas that's solid | |
| You know the niggas that's snitching | |
| I ain't gone play with you niggas | |
| I'm not finna play with you niggas | |
| I ain't bout to play with you niggas | |
| I ain't gone play with you niggas | |
| Them niggas got you with you pussy | |
| These niggas I got with me with it | |
| It ain't no point in you hiding | |
| I want you, I'ma come get you | |
| I ain't gone play with you niggas | |
| [Verse: Tee Grizzley] | |
| I ain't gone play with you niggas | |
| You know not to play with me, nigga | |
| You know I been waitin' on niggas | |
| You know where I'm takin' it, nigga | |
| You upped a hoe on the gram (I'm on it) | |
| I hope you ain't takin' her serious | |
| We see em, we takin' them bitches | |
| Took me some molly and slayed me a nigga | |
| You know Gang-Gang dropped him | |
| You ain't gone do shit about it | |
| I got that K in my closet | |
| Niggas don't want no drama | |
| Not finna play with nobody | |
| Not finna sit in no County | |
| Call up a good bail bondsman | |
| Know he got money in property | |
| [Chorus: Tee Grizzley] | |
| I ain't gone play with you niggas | |
| I ain't gone play with you niggas | |
| I'm not gone play with you niggas | |
| Ain't finna play with you niggas | |
| You know the niggas that's dying | |
| I know the niggas that did it | |
| I know the niggas that's solid | |
| You know the niggas that's snitching | |
| I ain't gone play with you niggas | |
| I'm not finna play with you niggas | |
| I ain't bout to play with you niggas | |
| I ain't gone play with you niggas | |
| Them niggas got you with you pussy | |
| These niggas I got with me with it | |
| It ain't no point in you hiding | |
| I want you, I'ma come get you | |
| I ain't gone play with you niggas | |
| [Verse: Lil Reese] | |
| Creep up and lay on a nigga | |
| I ain't finna play with you niggas | |
| Have lil bro nem sprayin' at niggas | |
| Your best bet just keepin' your distance cause me and my niggas we stay with them pistols | |
| See you with them niggas that's hiding and I'm with them niggas sliding and riding | |
| And when it's that time to ride, them niggas ain't gone be nowhere by your side | |
| Never had a 9 to 5, I always hustled and got on my grind | |
| And when it come to mine, nigga ain't taking none of mine | |
| I ain't finna play with you niggas, I'ma shoot this bitch like 100 times | |
| [Chorus: Tee Grizzley] | |
| I ain't gone play with you niggas | |
| I ain't gone play with you niggas | |
| I'm not gone play with you niggas | |
| Ain't finna play with you niggas | |
| You know the niggas that's dying | |
| I know the niggas that did it | |
| I know the niggas that's solid | |
| You know the niggas that's snitching | |
| I ain't gone play with you niggas | |
| I'm not finna play with you niggas | |
| I ain't bout to play with you niggas | |
| I ain't gone play with you niggas | |
| Them niggas got you with you pussy | |
| These niggas I got with me with it | |
| It ain't no point in you hiding | |
| I want you, I'ma come get you | |
| I ain't gone play with you niggasEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Crash[Intro: Don Q] | |
| I smoke at least a zip before I, before I crash | |
| Yeah, Don | |
| I smoke at least a zip before I crash, before I crash | |
| Yeah, yeah (yeah yeah) | |
| [Chorus: Don Q] | |
| I smoke at least a zip before I crash | |
| We pitchin' on the strip like fuck the tax | |
| Runnin' up them things my only task | |
| Gotta lease them for my kids before I pass | |
| Got a 9 year old that depend on her dad | |
| Pulled over by patrol, I'm used to gettin' harassed | |
| I'm dolo with that work, like I don't need a stash | |
| But I chose to work up off my clip into my craft | |
| [Verse 1: Don Q] | |
| Thеse niggas greedy and envious | |
| That's something I see from еxperience | |
| I gotta compete through appearances | |
| They thinking you weak when you generous | |
| Can't no shit, can't blame with us | |
| We gotta keep FN with us | |
| Shit getting real tricky | |
| We had just got to LA when they killed Nipsey | |
| My body is still chilly | |
| You can spread love and they still envy | |
| Can't trust a soul, so no we ain't never friendly | |
| You know we play with the drugs, know I ain't feel any, uh | |
| I'm playin' with the drugs | |
| Fuck the fame with the love | |
| Hurricane in the club | |
| I see hate in your blood | |
| I see staines on the glove | |
| Preachers because I got angels above, yeah | |
| [Chorus: Don Q] | |
| I smoke at least a zip before I crash | |
| We pitchin' on the strip like fuck the tax | |
| Runnin' up them things my only task | |
| Gotta lease them for my kids before I pass | |
| Got a 9 year old that depend on her dad | |
| Pulled over by patrol, I'm used to gettin' harassed | |
| I'm dolo with that work, like I don't need a stash | |
| But I chose to work up off my clip into my craft | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Reese] | |
| Everytime when I'm in the hood, 12 harassin' my ass | |
| I want lots of cash | |
| Ridin' around with the Glock, fuck a stash | |
| 12 get on me, high speed they ass | |
| Going fast, na I ain't gon crash | |
| Niggas police, I think they feds | |
| You made your bed, lay in that bed | |
| Niggas talkin' bout they really hate | |
| That's old shit, we ain't going off that | |
| That's some black and white, we got them facts | |
| My nigga, what the fuck is that? | |
| Knowing damb well I can't fuck with a rat | |
| Knowing damb well it don't go like that | |
| When I talk some shit, Imma speak the facts | |
| Niggas out here on the corner with that | |
| I need a lot of money for my daughters | |
| That's facts | |
| Rollin' up a lot of that exotic, back to back | |
| Bitch we just smoke like so many zips | |
| Brought like so many clips | |
| In case a fuck nigga trip | |
| [Chorus: Don Q] | |
| I smoke at least a zip before I crash | |
| We pitchin' on the strip like fuck the tax | |
| Runnin' up them things my only task | |
| Gotta lease them for my kids before I pass | |
| Got a 9 year old that depend on her dad | |
| Pulled over by patrol, I'm used to gettin' harassed | |
| I'm dolo with that work, like I don't need a stash | |
| But I chose to work up off my clip into my craftEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Welcome To the Get Back (Intro)Got my nigga Chase Davis on the beat | |
| Welcome to the EP, feel me? | |
| The Get-Back, Gang, you know? | |
| I'm doin' this shit for my brothers | |
| All my niggas I lost | |
| My momma, my sisters, I'm doin' this shit for everybody | |
| Can't forget nobody | |
| I ain't leavin' nobody behind | |
| But if you left me behind, that's on you | |
| Or thought you left me behind, feel me? | |
| The EP, The Get-Back, Gang | |
| The Get-Back, Gang | |
| The Get-Back, Gang | |
| Get back, get back, get back, get back | |
| Gang, gang, gangEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Neck of da Woods[Intro] | |
| Drum Dealers | |
| All my niggas, we good | |
| If it's an issue, get to it | |
| Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it | |
| Don't do it | |
| Spvnk on the beat, hahahaha | |
| [Chorus] | |
| All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it | |
| Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, don't do it | |
| All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it | |
| We 'bout that issue, get to it (Get to it), get to it | |
| In my neck of the woods they be up to no good | |
| All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it | |
| Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, a fuck nigga wish they could | |
| I wish a fuck nigga would try something and think it's good | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Think it's good? (Think it's good?) Think it's good? (It ain't good) | |
| It ain't good (It ain't good), I'm too hood (I'm too hood) | |
| In the streets (In these streets) niggas not (Niggas not) | |
| In my pocket (In my pocket) that's a knot (That's a knot) | |
| Fuck these hoes (Fuck these hoes), fuck these thots (Fuck these thots) | |
| Gotta focus (Gotta focus) on the guap (On the guap) | |
| Where you been? I ain't seen you on the block | |
| Is they fans? I don't know, or they opps | |
| [Chorus] | |
| All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it | |
| Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, don't do it | |
| All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it | |
| We 'bout that issue, get to it (Get to it), get to it | |
| In my neck of the woods they be up to no good | |
| All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it | |
| Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, a fuck nigga wish they could | |
| I wish a fuck nigga would try something and think it's good | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| A nigga got killed on the nine, what happened? | |
| That's them goofy ass opps, they be out there just cappin' | |
| And me, I be snappin', gettin' to it and trappin' | |
| They better not think it's that like they can't get caught in traffic | |
| Like we don't love that gun play, on my grandma, they cappin' | |
| The bitch took off her clothes without me havin' to ask her | |
| I was playin' with them rolls, I was, totin' the poles | |
| I was fuckin' them hoes, gettin' money, that's all I know | |
| [Chorus] | |
| All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it | |
| Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, don't do it | |
| All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it | |
| We 'bout that issue, get to it (Get to it), get to it | |
| In my neck of the woods they be up to no good | |
| All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it | |
| Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, a fuck nigga wish they could | |
| I wish a fuck nigga would try something and think it's good1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Flex[Chorus] | |
| Back then a nigga ain't had nothin' (Nothin') | |
| When you hot, all them hoes want somethin' | |
| Flex (Flex, flex), get that check (Get that check) | |
| Flex (Flex, flex), might fuck up my TEC (Might fuck up my TEC) | |
| Back then a nigga ain't had nothin' (Nothin') | |
| When you hot, all them hoes want somethin' | |
| Flex (Flex, flex, flex, flex), get that check (Get that check) | |
| Flex (Flex), might fuck up that TEC (Might fuck up that TEC) | |
| [Verse] | |
| Back then a nigga ain't had none, boy, I come from nothin' (I come from nothin') | |
| Hit a nigga in the head or the arm or the leg if he think we bluffin' (If he think we bluffin') | |
| Doubted me for the last time, well, lil' bitch, I'ma show you somethin' (I'ma show you somethin') | |
| I count about my long, no fake friends, no nothin' (No nothin') | |
| When the shit get tough, when the shit get rough, who gon' be there for you? (Who gon' be there for you?) | |
| Who gon' watch your back? I'm speakin' facts, who gon' be there for you? (Who gon' be there for you?) | |
| Kill 'em, quick-fast in a hurry (In a hurry) | |
| Drop thirty on a nigga like Curry (Like Curry) | |
| If you think I'm sweet, show no mercy (Show no mercy) | |
| Hit a lick, I mighta been thirsty (Thirsty) | |
| 'Cause, you know, back then a nigga ain't had nothin' (Nothin') | |
| Bust some shells so we kept a nigga runnin' (Runnin') | |
| Turned nothin' to somethin' (To somethin') | |
| Hit a nigga in the dice game for forty thou' like it ain't nothin' | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Back then a nigga ain't had nothin' (Nothin') | |
| When you hot, all them hoes want somethin' | |
| Flex (Flex, flex), get that check (Get that check) | |
| Flex (Flex, flex), might fuck up my TEC (Might fuck up my TEC) | |
| Back then a nigga ain't had nothin' (Nothin') | |
| When you hot, all them hoes want somethin' | |
| Flex (Flex, flex, flex, flex), get that check (Get that check) | |
| Flex (Flex), might fuck up that TEC (Might fuck up that TEC)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| L’s Bitch[Intro Talking: Lil Reese and Lil Durk] | |
| Johnnyjuliano.com | |
| Say Reese, whats crackin broski? What is is B? | |
| And tell these niggas how u finna get up on this track | |
| Bang Bang Stupid Lamron the Movement, Man what's really good? | |
| R.I.P Moski Broski niggas already know what it is man | |
| 220 300 shit man ya dig L’s crazy you bitch | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Reese Money over hitta Lamron killas in the whip | |
| Spitting Game to ya main bitch yeah im all in her ear | |
| Swag jumpin out the gym so you know I got hella gear | |
| And if that nigga talking slick go grab the 40 knock his brim | |
| And that bitch know we be ballin Lamron Thuggin over here | |
| Shooting bangers every angle yeah you know my shit is pure | |
| R.I.P to Moski Broski folks ain't even see us here | |
| Sold out cuz imma boss and just like he was here | |
| Fifty of that kushy kushy Mary Jane im lookin where? | |
| You should call yourself LeBron James cause it just ain't ya year | |
| Try to play me like a stain my chain is like a chandelier | |
| Two up in his face rearranged his fucking whole appeal | |
| [Dialogue: Lil Reese & Lil Durk] | |
| Johnnyjuliano.com | |
| And Durk man how you finna do this shit man | |
| You gotta do that shit like I just did | |
| I ain’t even going to lie to you broski I gotta do it on some 300 shit | |
| 300 Man straight 300 man we real 300 real nigga shit | |
| It's only one way to do it man BBG 220 shit ya dig | |
| 220 shit man reall nigga shit man L's Bitch (echo) | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Durk] | |
| Nigga yeah I heard of him word around I be that man | |
| BBG 220 shit keep the green like Peter Pan | |
| Hate it when I reap the land Flyer than an eagle's span | |
| Keep the rims on daily inch, keep the regal aiming 10 | |
| Reese Money ride with me don't no groupies ride with me | |
| All the roofies tired of me cuz I dont let them ride wit me | |
| This money boy I gotta see you ain't seen what I done seen | |
| Police try to beat on me beamer black like Rodney King | |
| Swagger on now we the best fuck wit me i'll leave em left | |
| They said that I stole his life so his people call me death | |
| Can't jack im 079 burden law upon the grind | |
| And my nigga Pooh Pooh repping that 069 Bitch! | |
| Johnnyjuliano.comEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Team ( Supa Savage )( Hook ) | |
| Who got that drink, I need that drink (that drink) | |
| Who got that smoke, I need that stink (that stink) | |
| Oh that's your bitch? That girl fucking the team (the team) | |
| Oh that's your girl? That bitch fucking the team (the whole team) (X2) | |
| ( Verse 1 ) | |
| Who got that drink, who got that drink? | |
| That shit that you stir up and it turn pink | |
| I'm on my block and bitch I do my thing | |
| Catch a opp in traffic we gone do our thing | |
| Catch me off in traffic bitch I got that nen, that dean | |
| Pull up on your block fucking lay the scene | |
| Pull up on your block and make a bitch sing | |
| 300 shit and OTF, bitch thats the team, what you mean? | |
| Hit a nigga with the macs, we don't really give a fuck | |
| We out here on the grind and we'll stick yo' ass up | |
| Your ass a stain boy, you ain't nothing to us | |
| You might as well give it up when we running up | |
| ( Hook ) | |
| ( Verse 2 ) | |
| Ride around with 30's, them my favorite things | |
| Fuck that drink we out here and we ain't playing the same | |
| Better make it count, don't shoot if you ain't got aim | |
| My niggas on your ass and best believe they got aim | |
| We ain't playing fair, that mean that ain't the same | |
| Different leader, different league, that's a different gang | |
| OTF and 300 that's what I claim | |
| GBE and 300 that's what I claim, you a lame | |
| Get banged, where I'm from we got aim | |
| Shoot a nigga with that thing and run up in his thing | |
| You a stain, my niggas they no fucking lames | |
| We don't play no games, we only aim for the brain | |
| ( Hook )1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Let’s Do A Drill (Remix)[Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| 4 5 cocked back | |
| Bullets flying like snapbacks | |
| My niggas they round cats | |
| Broski push his top back | |
| That Irene that loud pack | |
| Weed got my pockets fat | |
| We posted up | |
| We on that | |
| We ridin' round, we getting that | |
| Quick stain we hittin' that | |
| 64th and Normal be the block you can't miss that | |
| Shooters we don't point | |
| Bitch we ballin and we ain't miss shots | |
| Fucked her, passed her to my dawgs | |
| Whole team hit that | |
| Little niggas they lying | |
| They ain't drilling | |
| They ain't shooting shit | |
| Catch his ass lose a leg | |
| Nike I'm the 30 back | |
| Finna put my team on my back | |
| I'm a running back | |
| And I'll put my last up | |
| That 300 ain't having that | |
| We drilling shit | |
| We drilling shit | |
| Period | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| [Verse 2: Lil Durk] | |
| Lil Durk, why these niggas despret? | |
| Back to put them in a strecher | |
| I gotta [?] | |
| [?] bullets [?] | |
| Watch the chains look like a freezer | |
| Your bitch gone, she an eater | |
| [?] diva [?] | |
| [?] | |
| Kush so strong [?] | |
| Do a drill, I call up Reese | |
| 300 we hit a [?] | |
| Killing shit, drilling shit, if you saying you with the shit | |
| Killing shit, with the shit, I'm in this shit | |
| Lamron, crazy bitch, tryna put the team on | |
| Dropping bombs on the opps, [?] | |
| 30 from a block away, tryna [?] hoe | |
| [?] | |
| I'm killing shit, I'm killing shit | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill | |
| Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drillEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
| ************************************************** | |
| OutroWrap this shit up | |
| The GetBackGang | |
| GetBackGang shit, you know how we rockin' | |
| Y'all know how we comin', man | |
| Just, shit, been pushin' myself to go a little harder, you feel me? | |
| I been in the streets | |
| I can't relate to a lot of niggas | |
| Feel me? | |
| Lost a lot of niggas to this street shit | |
| Got to get that get-back, no matter what the situation is | |
| That get-back, be the best part about everything | |
| I love me some get-back | |
| When a nigga think it's over with, and you come right back (haha) | |
| That's that fuckin' get-back for him, man | |
| GetBack, GANG!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Thats that shit we on (Lil reese verse only)Lil Reese verse: | |
| 300 shit i'm with that shit thats that shit we on if you nah really with that shit get the fuck gone | |
| My youngins boss crowns, my youngins at your door, home invasion hitting liks we been in your home | |
| Nah Thats that shit we on, nah Thats that shit we on, only thing i blow is loud bitch i love strong | |
| Your bitch she give me dong, your bitch she give me dong,300 shit i'm with the shit and i get you gone | |
| And you wanna see that holmes, 300 yeah that my homies, i'm walking on the block with this fucking crown | |
| Crown. on the block shooting dice (?) | |
| And is that maffia shit we sin it thats that shit we onEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Trip[Intro: Lil Reese] | |
| Cash Money AP | |
| Shit | |
| I couldn't even fuck these hoes | |
| [Unknown] | |
| I ain't had the rolls, I ain't had shit | |
| I ain't had the rolls | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| I remember niggas had it, I ain't had shit (I ain't had shit) | |
| Couldn't even fuck these hoes, couldn't even hit a bitch (hit a bitch) | |
| But that's just how it goes, so I ain't even trip (I ain't even trip) | |
| I had to make it back so I ain't even trip (I ain't even trip) | |
| Took a trip to Arizona had to take a trip (had to take a trip) | |
| Took a trip to Cali had to make a trip (had to make a trip) | |
| Made my money back, double double, made it flip (flip!) | |
| Made my money back, triple triple, made it flip (flip!) | |
| [Verse 1: Lil Reese] | |
| Fuck that bitch kickеd her out over herе | |
| All my niggas gon' ride over here | |
| That's a hundred shots, fired over here (brrap!) | |
| Out south everyday, outside over here | |
| I be with my kind (my kind!) | |
| We don't tote nines (nah!) | |
| Extendo that's my kind | |
| Since I fucked her she said I been on her mind | |
| Yeah we still on our grind | |
| Killing these niggas tryna take my shine | |
| Bust a lick, make a move, now we out of town | |
| I'ma make a lotta money bitch that's on my mind (my mind) | |
| All that fu shit, miss me, ain't got time (nah!) | |
| Shoutout to the real niggas who ain't [unknown] just did they time (they time) | |
| I knew a lot of niggas that switched up actin' like they bang | |
| Okay that's cool, that's fine (that's fine) | |
| [unknown] that'll drop a dime (snitch) | |
| They gone switch up for the fame (fame) | |
| See a dollar switch up every time (every time) | |
| [Chorus: Lil Reese] | |
| I remember niggas had it, I ain't had shit (I ain't had shit) | |
| Couldn't even fuck these hoes, couldn't even hit a bitch (hit a bitch) | |
| But that's just how it goes, so I ain't even trip (I ain't even trip) | |
| I had to make it back so I ain't even trip (I ain't even trip) | |
| Took a trip to Arizona had to take a trip (had to take a trip) | |
| Took a trip to Cali had to make a trip (had to make a trip) | |
| Made my money back, double double, made it flip (flip!) | |
| Made my money back, triple triple, made it flip (flip!)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy | |
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| Kids In The Ghetto[Intro] | |
| Since a kid in the ghetto | |
| I don't care about that | |
| That's a well-known fact, That's a well-known fact | |
| If you're a fucking rat, don't talk to me | |
| Even if I know you since a kid in the ghetto | |
| I don't care about that | |
| That's a well-known fact, That's a well-known fact | |
| Alright | |
| [Hook] | |
| Goofy stop playing, you gon get your dumbass stretched | |
| It's too much acting, I ain't with that, leave your dumbass stretched | |
| She off X, make her give me neck, fuck that sex | |
| Fuck that sex, I want neck, while counting up a check | |
| My bro in line, bitch he say he next | |
| Talks they facts, I don't fuck with a rat | |
| Even if you know us since kids in the ghetto, I don't care about that | |
| That's a well-known fact, nigga | |
| That's a well-known fact | |
| [Verse] | |
| Where you from, you don't get respect | |
| Where I'm from, bitch I got too much respect | |
| Ride down the block, put the shit on flet | |
| I was shooting 2-2-3, that bitch was big as shit | |
| That's how I mess, shorty all on my face | |
| Trynna give me a kiss, but I don't kiss on a bitch | |
| We kick doors, we hit licks | |
| If i'm on my last, I don't ask for shit | |
| Imma get it out the mood, that's how I get | |
| Ain't see em in two years, and I still ain't switch | |
| Heard a lot of niggas talkin, and I still ain’t hear shit | |
| Put my trust in me, cause I’m as real as it gets | |
| He look like he be talkin, he might tell on some shit | |
| 12 hit the spot, he was out so quick | |
| Real Nigga and a snitch, nah that shit don’t mix | |
| But nowadays they actin like that shit exist | |
| Might take me a flight, don't come back for shit | |
| You know i'm landing out with a band dip | |
| Still with my niggas 4-4 across the town | |
| I'm trynna win the trip | |
| [Hook] | |
| Goofy stop playing, you gon get your dumbass stretched | |
| It's too much acting, I ain't with that, leave your dumbass stretched | |
| She off X, make her give me neck, fuck that sex | |
| Fuck that sex, I want neck, while counting up a check | |
| My bro in line, bitch he say he next | |
| Talks they facts, I don't fuck with a rat | |
| Even if you know us since kids in the ghetto, I don't care about that | |
| That's a well-known fact, nigga | |
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