lirik lagu bobby shmurda, rich the kid & rowdy rebel - hot nigga (mega mix)
[intro: bobby shmurda, fabolous & junior reid]
y’all tryna make a next motherf~ckin’ scene up in here, huh?
it’s f~cking shmurda she wrote (ah~ah~ahh)
how much shmoney’s that?
heavy hitter
(nah~ah~ahh! ah~ahh!)
grr~r~r~r!
jahlil beats, holla at me
[verse 1: bobby shmurda]
and chewy, i’m some hot n~gga (hot n~gga)
like i talk to shyste when i shot n~ggas (what’s good?)
like you seen him twirl, then he drop, n~gga (seen him drop!)
and we keep them nine millis on my block, n~gga
and monte keep it on him, he done dropped n~ggas
and trigger, he be wilding, he some hot n~gga
tones known to get busy with them glocks, n~gga
try to run down and you can catch a shot, n~gga
running through these checks ’til i pass out (pass out)
and shorty give me nеck ’til i pass out (pass out)
i swear to god, all i do is cash out (all i do)
and if you ain’t a ho, get up out my trap house!
i been sеlling crack since like the fifth grade (like the fifth grade)
really never made no difference what the sh~t made (what the sh~t made)
jaja taught me flip them packs and how to maintain (how to maintain)
get that money back and spend it on the same thang
shawty like the way that i ball out (ball out)
i be getting money ’til i fall out (fall out)
you talking cash, dog, i goes all out (all out)
shorty love the way that i floss out (floss out!)
free greezy, though, let all of my dogs out (let my dogs out)
mama said no p~ssycats inside my doghouse (p~ssy n~gga)
that’s what got my daddy locked up in the dog pound (huh)
free phantom though, let all of my dogs out
we gon’ pull up in that hooptie like we cops on ’em
with m16s, we gon’ put some shots on ’em
i send a lil’ thot to send the drop on him (send it, send it)
she gon’ call me up and i’ma sic the hots on him (and i’ma, and i’ma)
grimey savage, that’s what we are (we are)
grimey shooters dressed in g~star (star)
gs9, i go so hard (hard)
but gs for my gun squad (that’s for my gun squad)
and, b~tch, if it’s a problem, we gon’ gun~brawl (bow n~gga!)
shots popping out the ar (b~b~b~bow, n~gga!)
i’m with trigger, i’m with rasha, i’m with a~rod (b~b~b~bow, n~gga!)
broad daylight and we gon’ let them things bark
tell them n~ggas free meeshie, ho (free meeshie)
subwave, free breezy, ho (free breezy, ho)
and tell my n~ggas, shmurda teaming, ho (shmurda teaming, ho)
mitch caught a body about a week ago, week ago
f~ck with us and then we tweaking, ho, tweaking, ho
run up on that n~gga, get to squeezing, ho, squeezing, ho
everybody catching bullet holes, bullet holes (b~b~b~boom!)
n~ggas got me on my bully, yo, bully, yo
i’ma run up, put that gun on him (that gun on him)
i’ma run up, go dumb on him (dumb on him)
n~ggas got me on that young sh~t (that young sh~t)
got me on that go~dumb sh~t (dumb sh~t)
[verse 2: fabolous]
yo, i hit my shmoney dance when i caught the l!ck
i hit my shmoney dance when i caught ya chick
i bobby shmurdered that when she came ’round (came ’round)
threw the hat up in the air, it never came down
and i just caught that body like a week ago (week ago)
real quick, cl!ck clack, get to freakin’, ho
she want some hot n~gga chillin’ out in mykonos
or thot n~ggas all summer, every weekend, ho (all summer)
i ain’t no k!ller but don’t push me, yo (don’t push me, yo)
i had ’em k!llers in yo’ bushes, yo (bushes, yo)
them trick n~ggas splurge on the p~ssy, yo (uh)
you give me one day, i’ll purge on that p~ssy, yo
you ain’t seen these kicks since like the fifth grade (fifth grade)
back when bo jackson and ken griffey played (uh)
on my ’90s flow, n~gga, young og sh~t (young og sh~t)
on my gsc, meet the family sh~t
[verse 3: jadakiss]
can’t hold you forever, you gon’ get a date (get a date, uh)
tell ’em free my n~gga critter mate (critter mate)
hold ya head to all my n~ggas in the state (hold ya head)
d~block, gs9, n~gga, get it straight (get it straight)
got the semi and fully on me (fully on me, brrrrr)
gloves, mask and a hoodie on me
‘case we need to steal a v, i got the pully on me (yeah)
i know you shocked, right? they got me on bully, homie (bully, homie, ahh)
it’s fake love ’cause they really hatin’ (really hatin’, yeah)
for my downfall, they really waitin’ (really watin’, yup)
100 yardies, a 100 haitians (boop!)
i’m a hot n~gga by affiliation
[verse 4: chris brown]
look, fresh up out the county, i done did a lil’ bid
let the popos run up on me, i won’t tell them coppers sh~t
all this money in my pocket, you might think i sold a brick
i got four hoes and some hen’, some low pros on my benz
and if i catch that n~gga slippin’, i’ma shut him down
let my homies separate his body, call that seven pounds, better cool out
i’m nice with the hands, you keep talkin’ that sh~t, i’ll knock you out
a n~gga be pickin’ you up off of the ground for thinkin’ you 2pac
and shawty give me neck ’til i pass out
and she just gettin’ checks ’cause her ass out
makin’ money, gotta be the fast route
b~tch, if you ain’t f~ckin’, better get yo’ ass out
[verse 5: rowdy rebel]
pow, pow, that chopper make him diddy bop (diddy bop)
free slice billy, let my billy rock (free slice billy, lil’ b~tch)
and free a~billi, let a~billi out (let a~billi out, b~tch)
when flex drop a bomb on us, watch the city rock (bloaw, bloaw)
made diddy shmoney dance right on biggie block (right on biggie block)
make him bring 100 bands and the city out (bring the city out, bih’)
when french pull up in that brand new yacht (ha)
watch me slide off with ya thot (ha) ’cause i’m worth about a milli now
n~ggas think ’cause we dancin’ ’round, n~ggas won’t get shot (bloaw)
that’s bobby shmurda, not bobby brown, known to pop up on the block (bloaw, bloaw)
these p~ssy n~ggas better calm it down, get the same drop from that thot (that thot)
and these f~ck n~ggas don’t come around ’cause they know they gon’ get shot (hahaha)
[verse 6: busta rhymes]
f~ck around and get ya sh~t popped
like hangin’ out too long on 91st and winthrop (bloaw!)
see, you the type to probably get got (it’s a joke, n~gga)
see, this where all the f~ckery n~gga sh~t stop (ah!)
shawty climb this money mountain to the tip~top (get it)
throw a hundred fifty on my wrist (watch)
stayed with the heat, they call me chris bosh
angry ’cause n~ggas see me leavin’ they b~tch block (uhhh)
shout my n~gga web, shout my n~gga luger
free my n~gga smiles, free my n~gga scooter
i suggest you probably pray to buddha
conglomerate and gs9 n~ggas full of shooters
[verse 7: yo gotti]
let’s talk about a hot n~gga
my dogs’ll sit and rot, n~gga (rot, n~gga)
f~ck the judge, we never cop, n~gga (f~ck)
who the first to bring that lambo on the block, n~gga? (skrrt)
poppin’ aces in the studio with bobby ‘nem (shmurda)
before all the labels started callin’ him (i heard ’em)
’cause b~tch, i understand him ’cause i’m one of them (i am)
so know you hatin’ on me if you hatin’ on ’em (bang, bang, bang)
memphis shooters, that’s who we are (we are)
made a million out a glass jar (beep!)
cocaine, i got dope bars (dope bars)
my n~gga snootie just caught a gun charge (hey!)
f~ck a law, we gon’ ride strapped, b~tch (strapped, b~tch)
we be ’bout that beef, f~ck that rap sh~t (f~ck)
and free my n~gga meek, i’m on my philly sh~t (free my n~gga meek)
and my new york b~tch from dyckman, she dominican (hey!)
[verse 8: junior reid]
mi see di whole world a dance
mi see di whole world a sing
shmurda dance a mash up yard and foreign
mi see di whole world a dance
mi see di whole world a sing
shmurda dance a mash up yard and foreign
dem a do it inna bronx, queens, inna brooklyn
shmurda dance a mash up yard and foreign
dem a do it inna europe, j~pan and ting
shmurda dance a mash up yard and foreign
this a murder, woye
junior reid and bobby shmurda, woye
this a one a murder, woye
junior reid and bobby shmurda, woye
too too tway!
this is what we hot, gangsta nuh play
one blood mi seh nuh bother come inna mi way
this is what we hot, gangsta nuh play
shmurda dance a mash up, miami, l.a
murder, woye
junior reid and bobby shmurda, woye
this a dance a take it further, woye
junior reid and bobby shmurda, woye
too too tway!
[verse 9: jah x]
shmurda
dem~dem fi know seh man a real k!ller
diss~diss di set, mi shot inna yuh face, n~gga
broad daylight, yo, mi got di grave bigger
seh a word, blood a run like gun [?]
x~x got di chop, mek it clap
n~ggas fall and n~ggas die and n~ggas drop
shoulda know seh dem a yute nuh tek chat
shoulda know seh dem a yute nuh tek chat
thousand shot a nothin’, mek mi tell yuh supm
if yuh think yuh bad, p~ssyhole just touch a b~tton
buss him throat like mutton, wi nuh [?] b~tton
if yuh think dem shootas, left dem engine runnin’
just~just mek a duppy ’bout a week ago
don’t yuh mek di dancing fool yuh though
shot di bwoy from him head to him pinky toe, pinky toe
welcome to di shmurda show
colombian neck tie, a wi first at dat
if yuh think ah lie, bwoy gwaan go ask [?]
badman police, informer get shot
informer dweet boy, you fi know dat
thousand shot a nothin’, mek mi tell yuh supm
if yuh think yuh bad, p~ssyole just touch a b~tton
buss him throat like mutton, wi nuh [?] b~tton
if yuh think dem shootas, left dem engine runnin’
[verse 10: mavado]
we don’t go looking for no answers
we get it done (a mad ting)
brooklyn, motherf~cking gangster (a joke thing)
squeezing the gun
revenge is like the city, so [?] getting p~ssy, yuh know
i just caught a body, got my real k!llers with me, yuh know
when i run up in yuh house wid di banana clip
got my finger on my trigger, i be bussing it
when i run up in yuh house wid di banana clip
if it ain’t about the shmoney, wi ain’t touching it
cold blooded murder
gully god and shmurda
who buss di biggest gun you and your crew have heard of?
we at the top and yes, wi still gon’ take it further
sky is the limit
if yuh ain’t no street n~gga, why sing it?
if yuh wanna f~ck around, i’ma bring it
if yuh see mi in a fight wid di bear, i’ma win it
[verse 11: popcaan]
gi dem every ting weh di glock point
dem neva tell yuh seh nuh play wid ah hot skull
diss mi, ah same time mi a crack skull
an’ dem cyaan ketch mi astray, mi nuh dat dumb
yuh nah fi ask if mi got gun
diss me inna white and mi k!ll yuh wid ah black gun
gangstas shoot up yuh party fi have fun
walk wid mi ‘k and people nuh stop run
shmurderer, glock bredda
gyal deh yah, mac deh yah, askella
dem seh dem strap, but mi strap better
nuh strap metal, fat bere’, beretta
shot fly through bwoy sweater
gyal gimmi head pon a drive~by, feel better
mi skull hot, yuh see? call it hot pepper
bobby shmurda ah hot stepper, hot stepper
[verse 12: gunplay]
i got signed, ain’t sh~t change
i still sell crack, cocaine, loud and mid grade
n~ggas talking money ,ain’t bank nothing yet
n~ggas talking bout k!lling, ain’t stank nothing yet
when a n~gga slide whole hood said they heard i did it
threw the throwaways in the air like a shmurda fitted
n~gga got them hundreds and they coming for your neck
b~tch, i’m about a hundred, what the f~ck is 50 cents?
sold so much dope, man, i should’ve been the plug
down with s double m, man, i should’ve been a blood
rolling choppa in the club, but it should’ve been a slug
tried to be a rapper, but i should’ve been a thug
self made definition, razorblade on the dishes
hoes let me cut, razorblade on them b~tches
gunplay, “mr. bible on the dash”
don logan, “mr. rifle in the stash”
i’m a real n~gga, ain’t scared of the law
ain’t scared of y’all or what yall yelling out ya jaw
ak flip clip, that’s a mini draco
swinging that thing like jose canseco
[verse 13: jackboy]
lil jack boy, he a hot boy (hot)
put the cent 50, she my new toy (skrt)
really i’m the plug, extension cord (plug, plug)
really i got doves hidden in the fort (its hidden in the fort)
beefing with me a contact sport
gave it to him raw, now i’m goin’ to court
cold world, got me clutchin’ on the toy (got me clutchin’ on it)
head first, been dove off the porch
i be sack chasin’ till i pass out (pass out)
gamble with my life till i cr~p out (cr~p out)
road runnin’, i done took a fast route
cash ain’t fit the fold, i done brought a bag out
brought the racks out, i done brought your stash out (bling)
like a boy scout, i be makin’ knots now (knots)
project baby, stick~up kid, ran up in your house (ran in it)
ran in for them bands and went all out
lil buddy fell in love with a noya boy (noya boy)
no fever, he a hot boy (hot boy)
green dot, call for my n~gga roy (roy)
free my homeboy, he never comin’ home boy
with koby them, swish we ball above the rim (swish)
we flexin’, like we just got out the gym (flex, flex)
hittin’ l!cks, oouu i’m still finessin’ them (i’m still finessin’ them)
pockets full of bread, oouu still stuffin’ them (i’m gettin’ hungry now)
sittin’ on the throne, got my ass up off the court (got it up)
paper chase, get the f~ck up out my way (move)
red bottom k!ll the scene, check the murder rate
did him dirty, can i get a clean slate?
f~ck her in the shower, no mimi (no mimi)
wipe me down when we done, she a neat freak (she a neat freak)
hit it one time, no repeat
call uber, i send her back to palm beach
stick~up kid, i be totin’ ar’s (ar)
ahead of my time, i rock audemars (i rock audemar)
f~ck a dub, throwin’ 30’s on a foreign car (on a foreign car)
f~ck a basic b~tch, i only f~ck foreign broads (she’s a foreign broad)
if you didn’t know, it’s still free kodak though (free kodak though)
if you didn’t know, i’m ballin like i’m goin’ pro (he ballin’ though)
she asked why i’m turnt in the studio (why you like that?)
b~tch, i just got out bout a week ago (week ago)
i’m the sh~t bae, i could act a assh0l~ (bling)
new wave, watch how the cash flow
go rambo, gun full of ammo
chopper light the jits up like a candle (light it up)
really in the field, i’m bout action (action)
i be callin’ plays, demare jackson
ride down on you, shootin’ on sight
at the red light, i gave em’ the green light
[verse 14: shy glizzy]
first of all no im not a hot n~gga middle of the trenches in the drop n~gga , glizzy gang we motherf~cking cop k!llers. met every rap n~gga they are not hittasrs
im heading to the ? its a raw house
20 bands for a show she bout fall out
feds see twenty bricks when they hit the house
couple n~ggas run they mouth knowin they can’t call out
jays on my feet youve nevah seen them though
chain look i just won the superbowl
i dont talk to the plug on the speaker phone
they just sn~tched meek bout a week ago
i do not wear truks or tommy hilfiger
n~ggas be like they f~ckin dont even chill wit us
i be in the field with some real n~ggas
i get hank and im the king of the hill n~gga (trey~seven)
when it comes to dc its just me and the skins
but we just got d jackson so lets se whats up with that
call up your homie crush will have a slug fest
im selling scramble coke and smack scoota up next
? and i bought my b~tch a ?
shoulda seen her when we got her she was twerking
get the purple and my glizzy’s get to merking
? throw some money dance with birdman
law 3 on the way
[verse 15: bad bunny]
sobrepase los primeros niveles y las expectativas
que me critiquen no hace que pare, hace que siga
el éxito solo es cuestión de cuenta regresiva
tres, dos, uno ahora todos quieren mi vida
no es que le quiera meter, ni que improvise
que le meta cabrón y sin miedo y cada vez que parta una pista los pise
mala mía si al hacer eso hice, so’ no dejo que esto se frizen
no fue mala fe como tego tuve matarlo yo nunca lo quise
saldrán doscientos freestyles, cada cual con su estilo
ya mismo vamos pa’ arriba, así que los míos tranquilo’
mi flow es como la coca, la traficamos por kilo
vamos pal f~cking cofre, así que péguense pal filo
o se van hacia el fondo del abismo
no les veo corona están viendo espej~smo
metete a karate, o atletismo
porque decir que le mete’ y meterle no es lo mismo
chamaquitos como ustede’ aqui no duran
las cuentas de soundcloud, ya mismo se las clausuran
que están bien cabrón, es lo que ustedes juran
pero lo’ oído es lo que me torturan
las jevas de ustedes por mi es que procuran
escuchan mis temas y hasta en snapchat se desnudan
dios te descansa, conmigo es que se curan
¿que son mejor que yo? son muchos los que lo dudan
hot n~gga, ‘tamo prendi’o en fuego
sepa’ que este season obliga’o entramo’ al juego
estamos aquí pero, no se si luego
se adelante el viaje y llego pego porque pego
no me critique ni le eche culpa a mi ego
¿no te date cuenta?, ere’ sordo y ciego
esto es letra pa’ lo tiempos de eddie y tego
agárrense cabrones, que ya mismo yo despego
las canciones hasta se me escriben sola’
igual que los phillies que ya mismo solo enrola
letra negra raya blanca pa’ la chola
la voz mas cabrona que ha pasa’o por la consola
si esto fuera u.s.a yo fuera obama
si esto fuera las torres gemelas, yo fuera osama
si esto fuera colombia yo fuera pablo
si esto fuera el infierno, yo fuera el diablo
[verse 16: dave east]
i got that yola, baking soda, need a pot, n~gga (i need a pot)
i could hit you from the roof, you in that drop, n~gga (grrrrah!)
no love life, this thug life, i feel like pac n~gga (feel like pac)
like f~ck the man, i tuck them grams up in my sock, n~gga (true story)
in ct, like el~amin, we used to move the rock (move it)
free my young’un, trav, they said he tried to shoot a cop (free trav)
they washed up, i clean ’em all; don’t make me use a mop (clean ’em up)
the ds raided so we set up in a newer spot (a new block)
runnin through the kush, i light the sour up (light it!)
leave a n~gga soaking wet, shoot the shower up
block on fire, nypd put that tower up
project n~gga ripping hoodrats, now i model~f~ck (facts!)
agh! trapping like the 80s, think i’m richard porter (rich)
black rolls drop, now i could hit ya daughter (haa!)
loc’ up in the kitchen tryna whip a quarter (loc’!)
charlie locked in jacksonville, i’m tryna get to florida (free charlie)
on freaky, i’m the hottest n~gga on the earth (freak!)
ain’t had a job in years, but sh~t, i’m going to work (work)
me and druggy talking murder, probably on a perc (perc)
you was with him a day ago, now he on your shirt (blah!)
n~ggas on the east say, “east, you need to blow!”
molly powder and dasani got me tweakin, ho (tweaking, ho)
disrespecting potent, you get peter rolled (brrr~r~r!)
i seen two n~ggas get stretched out like a week ago (facts!)
1199, they with helicopters
my n~gga took me to his trunk and showed me h~lla choppers
we played riverbank, grilling steak, and got h~lla lobster (lobster)
i’m from the border; whatever you order, n~ggas got it (eastside!)
runnin through these streets with the mac out (mac out)
called lethal, he told me, meet him at mack house (mack house)
any beat i ever get on, i’ma black out (black out)
if it’s that time of month, suck me ’til i pass out
i been selling diesel since towson, n~gga
dave east, i come from public housin n~gga (true story)
get out my face, i need some sp~ce, don’t ever crowd a n~gga (never)
shouts to my dc b~tch, f~cked her at howard, n~gga (ahhh!)
and tell my n~ggas free charlie, ho
someway, free bully, ho (free bully!)
forty~five under my hoodie, ho (four~five!)
don’t make me put your name on this bullet, yo (yo!)
pull it, yo!
you pulled it out, but scared to pull it though (scared to pull it, though)
this nine’ll turn them braids into a mullet, though (brr~r~r~r!)
a lot of nights was in them bookings, though (bookings, though)
shouts to my n~ggas out in brooklyn, ho (brooklyn)
we gon’ pull up like we working out (working out)
i text john, told him, “send a package of purple out”
the devil got me, couldn’t tell you what that church about
beefing in my city, i’m partying with the burner out
[verse 17: jeezy]
it’s a wrap when that seen it all drop, n~gga
16 tracks in a ziploc, n~gga
one listen, you can whip a wristw~tch, n~gga
said it to my second, streets back on lock, n~gga
can (?) a 100k, you want a co~sign?
your song featuring me, that’s a co~sign
when my new sh~t drop, it gonna take the world
n~gga, if yo’ b~tch ain’t bad, you should change your girl
i was dreamin’ ’bout them ends in the fifth grade
8~ball, lunchbox, n~gga gettin’ paid
why you in the booth, when you tell it to the stove
hardest sh~t i heard, was seen it all (?), ho
ain’t that beautiful, you the boy, ross and game
every time my b~tch here, she say go insane
(?) cognac, look at how i flip~flop
it’s real life, f~ckboy, this ain’t hip hop
15 told me go hard, (?) lane
sl!ck p told me show ’em that it ain’t a game
(?) with yg about a week ago
he was overseas, he might have been (an ignant?), ho
bounce right back, cause i’m a hustler, n~gga
f~ck your favorite rapper, he a buster, n~gga
me and wiz selling sh~t out like it’s woodstock
ten years, five albums, wish i would stop
last night, 20,000 hands in the air
n~gga rappin’ ’bout them bricks, they don’t even care
graduated with the model, check my resume
for the lamborghini, jizzle drove a chevrolet
17 years old with a pack, n~gga
17 years old with a sack, n~gga
hit that lexus dealer then i cashed out
then i bought that double r for my trap house
shout out to my second, n~gga
(?)
sl!ck p, what’s happening?
yg, what’s happening?
west side
then i bought that double r for my trap house
seen it all
[verse 18: slim thug]
still here 15 summers
i been ballin since d baby hummers
you wanna talk to me talk numbers
i ain’t tryna see you, stevie wonder
i’m just tryna pay ma child support, mayne
and still have some leftover baller change
see i came a long way from rippin wood grain
an rap about ma new lil piece of change
nowadays i be pullin up like a boss
cars still cost more than a house
used to steal cars livin on an off
now everything i drive is paid off
i be hoppin out d ghost with 2 trophies
walkin in d crib got em carrying groceries
b~tch i’m d boss, you can’t coach me
betta get yo weight up befo’ you come approach me
thugga! (thugga, thugga)
hey! (hey, hey)
look (look)
see what i’m sayin mayne, now we got trophies (got trophies)
yea they didn’t think we got trophies (got trophies)
hey!(hey, hey, hey)
i been rockin rollies since the small faces
i been had d grill when you had braces
i’m shakin out snakes avoidin all cases
tryna make anotha mill still paper chasin
you can stay broke if you want to
but i’m addicted to gettin me some’n new
that’s why you see me ridin clean like i do
fresh kicks, fresh fit, new b~tch too
you only get one life betta ball n~gga
f~ck settlin for less, i want it all n~gga
i’m too tall to do anything small n~gga
that’s why my aka boss hog n~gga
i done seen it all done it all twice
i feel like i’m goin on ma third life
if you real you should take this advice
grind hard till you get yo paper right
live a boss life n~gga (n~gga)
[verse 19: problem]
young chachi be that hot n~gga
even my sister’s with the sh~ts, i seen her sock n~ggas
d. cole, fiends suck it up like popsicles
young gunnas pull up busting off a tricycle
clear the scene, turn your block into a ghost town
they all gone, all you talkin’ to is ghosts now
no losses, n~gga, all we know is victories
need a pound? i had him meet me right on century
he said, “how much you got?” i told him, “barry bond”
loud and it’s boomin’, sh~t is cherry bomb
do my stuff, take a flight, i’m on american
first class, three ounces in the carry~on
b~tch, i been the n~gga since the fifth grade
when i ran up on big jason with the switchblade
he scared to death, bro bro, you can smell the sh~t stains
not ‘cause i’m hard, i had to prove his ass was b~tch~made
i’m hungry, i wonder what your b~tch made (she cooking)
key word, we ain’t bothered by the shift change
diamond lane republic, all in ny, thuggin’
my guys, jeezy and young and mase swoop up in something foreign
hop up in them ‘raris then we smash out
just see your b~tch behind, she got her passed out
five figure discount before i take a handout
park the ‘raris, we about to pull the lams out
free miller, though, young cracking my n~gga, hoota
release date coming soon, i pray you see it sooner
young nick rollin’ up j’s, my n~gga, lucky sleep
my new b~tch push a jeep, i f~ck her twice a week
no, we don’t do felice, my meals is takeout
stash rules, put more in than what you take out
we out here clocking feragamos with the lace out
b~tches watching like the police on a stakeout
yo, n~gga, you’s a mark like sanchez
cali king, i ain’t talking ’bout no mattress
and your b~tch a ho, i treat her like a sneaker show
had her on the king, coming like a week ago
[verse 20: cory gunz]
it’s gunz. shout to my bk n~ggas
shmurda what up n~gga? let’s get it
cory, he some hot n~gga
they caught me with the taurus not the glock n~gga
yall n~ggas too loud feds watch n~ggas
find me with me blazers bussin shots n~gga
ain’t nothin open for you but the shop n~gga
we get jiggy bussin jugs bussin chops n~gga
got some n~ggas doin life doing shop n~gga
they be shooting at the cops n~gga
free t~~zy ho, free my n~gga scat, free fleezy yo
you know we countin up when yall back out
and if she on da flow imma go in dat mouuuuuth
you stupid if you think you got me slippin boy
ask about me i be grippin boy!
scorin michael jordan, scottie pippen boy
you could keep the ho, i’m bout this chicken boy!
ak47 at your squadron. you be quick to give me to the sergeant
i do the shmoney dance and i dodge itttttt
then i pistol~whip you like the chargers
i feel like a hundred thousand million. a project of the section 8 i’m really in
put on the plate, you chow now. fresh out the box, take a towel blow down, pow!
no pause either cuz he strapped now. breeze movin p’s out the trap now
i told my n~gga charlie “yo i’mma turn it up”. don’t need a hunnit n~ggas just a couple real as us
b~tch. i’m a thug n~gga. razors blades, with those in the club n~gga
if it ain’t a pistol, it’s a snub n~gga. whoever got a issue it’s a dub n~gga
drinked out and i’m ridin out wit yo b~tch
walking my hater straight to that frank stand
they don’t gotta bump, my sh~t talkin cause that strap to go break dance. like a bad deal, i’m rip off em. b~tch stop it put yo face on yo b~tch chest like it’s a locket
got an extra sh~ll in my fifth pocket for the seventh n~gga that sh~t poppin
young money that sh~t poppin, yo sh~t droppin, yo sh~t floppin
no bullsh~t. i don’t talk feelings; with kindness i make soft k!llings
that last single i was on really sold 3.5, 4 milli. like take that pop bang, no payback don’t play with me. google me, i’m hot n~gga, that 9 milla stay with me
so dead that, ass back. you’ll die if i don’t get that bread back, too tired for that bed nap, well i’m getting high as that head crack
these n~ggas ain’t got no style, running round on my old swag
that’s so bad, y’all throw this sh~t like y’all run around with my whole bag. got one thing clear bout gunna, hear a f~cking thing bout gunna. (i air nut sling mouth runnin like shots into they outcomers n~gga!)
[verse 21: monty]
uhhh i let it spray~spray
if i don’t got it wap got the ak
remyboyz everyday payday
choppa hit the floor
you do the nae~nae
its zoowap and monty
man that choppa hit em
like a 9 piece
and you know where to find me
i don’t need a deal remyboyz signed me
and i be smoking pounds like a hippy thought
d~ck a b~tch down that’s for any ho
got ya b~tch walkin’ on her tippy~toes
i guess she wanna be a remy ro
1738 n~gga we got hittas every state n~gga
swear to god they’ll put ya in ya place n~gga
uh’ send ya to a better place n~gga
i’m with gritty,i’m with dicey,i’m with durk n~gga
if i pull it out i’m shootin’ first n~gga
i be in the trap till the first n~gga
my b~tch a pull it right up out her purse n~gga
shawty wanna f~ck with a trap star
baby that ain’t nothing that’s my trap car
only woods we don’t do the backyards
and you can get the 40 if you act hard
[verse 22: fetty wap]
ah and the like remyboyz some hot n~ggas
big monty and zoowap n~gga
catch a op hit’em up watch’em drop n~gga
i rather use the k the bullets make em drop quicker
look i remember days as a broke n~gga
i couldn’t f~ckin’ eat
so i became a go get ta’
i pistol whip you if you say that imma’ broke n~gga
i throw 5 pair a robins at you broke n~ggas (boy)
you can’t even afford my hooptie
when i’m stressed i get head while i smoke a loosie
i ain’t worried big bread n~ggas know i’m gucci
1738 got me feelin’ groovy
roll a 40 in a wood that’s a f~ckin’ doobie
call me mm ill wap cause i keep the toolie
you f~ckin’ with a bum u know that n~gga groofy
bruce leroy a n~gga bullet where tooth be
robin wap let my wings fly
backwoods they know he high
b~tch get up on ya knees on ya knees ma
look i put it in her mouth then i skid off
if its a problem grab the 40 or the choppa n~gga
i’m eating good shrimp scampi with the pasta n~gga
smokin’ dope fanta leaves like a rasta n~gga
remyboyz top ranked check the roster n~gga squad!
[verse 23: young m.a.]
i pull up on your thot, n~gga
knock the p~ssy out the box n~gga
bring her to the squad, then she top n~ggas
you fell in love with the broad, she a pop n~gga
and you a sucker, you got got n~gga
out here cuffing all these hoes, you a cop n~gga
and shorty only want you for your guap n~gga
shorty only f~ckin’ me cause i’m a hot n~gga
macking with your chick, she got her ass out
i beat the p~ssy ’til she pass out
i swear to god, all she do is splash out
and ho you gotta go, now get up out my trap house
i think i been g~y since like the first grade
and sh~t i been getting b~tches since the third grade
f~ckin’ hoes, gettin’ money, how i maintain
she said the only team she f~ck with is the pain gang
shorty like the way that i ball out
i’ma eat the p~ssy ’til she fall out
i just wanna see what your jaws ’bout
not your nose, not your chin, i want all mouth
she freaky though, i f~cked her at my dog’s house
she said she love it when i hit the p~ssy dog style
n~gga i would take your b~tch like the dog pound
and have her laid up in my bed with her thumbs out
i’ma pull up in that chevy like a cop on ’em
now i got your b~tch attention like a shot wanted
she wanna eat the tw~t so i put my box on her
my phone ringing, yo who that? that’s your thot callin’
f~ck buddies, that’s what we are
my strap game make ’em r~t~rd
when i use the strap i go so hard
i got your b~tch yellin’ oh god
she walk around with no panties, no bra
you can see that ass from way far
poetic justice braids, she let ’em hang out
if that p~ssy right then i’ma f~ck her brains off
she ain’t loyal, she a sneaky ho
go away, please leave me ho
and h~ll nah i ain’t gon’ eat it ho
you just f~cked my team about a week ago
these b~tches buggin’, they be tweakin’ ho
turn around, shake that ass, let me squeeze it ho
all these n~ggas out here cuffing hoes
i’ma pimp it, i ain’t cuffing those
i just f~ck ’em and have fun on ’em
that p~ssy hot like the sun on ’em
n~ggas hating on that f~ck sh~t
cause i make they b~tches cum quick
[verse 24: french montana]
haaaannnn
made my first mil, start tweaking, ho
tell my old b~tch, i ain’t speaking, ho
montana, i’m a block n~gga
heard they shot me, and i shot n~ggas
young hov, boss of the roc, n~gga
three bricks for a verse, that’s a swap, n~gga
shout my n~gga meek, he on lock, n~gga
shout my n~gga max, he in a box, n~gga
pull up la marina in a yacht, n~gga
skate off like a pirate with your thot, n~gga
ya heard, she’s a freaky ho
b~tch ain’t loyal, she f~cked breezy, ho
believe me, you can ask weezy, ho
i heard she f~cked puff like a week ago
but i still want the p~ssy, though
i’ma shmurda dance on the p~ssy, ho
that b~tch ass full of bullet holes
still paid couple grands for that p~ssy, ho
i’ma shmurda dance on the p~ssy, ho
i’ma shmurda dance on the p~ssy, ho
i’ma shmurda dance on the p~ssy, ho
i’ma shmurda dance on the p~ssy, ho
[verse 25: remy ma]
see remy, i’m a hot b~tch
in my fab voice: “you a thot b~tch!”
lloyd banks, jackpot b~tch!
and i told y’all i was coming for my spot b~tch (where my crown at?)
see i’m trying to keep it hip hop b~tch (uh~huh)
remy makaveli i could turn to pac b~tch (thug life!)
i took it right back to the top b~tch
and if you disagree, then you could eat a c~ck b~tch!
i see y’all running ’round with ya ass out
no make~up on, i could pull a mac out
i swear to god, all i do is spaz out (yeah)
i’m a 80’s baby, grew up in the crack house!
i been smacking b~tches since the fifth grade
old ladies, i don’t care about a b~tch age
my hood taught me how to boogie down and bang bang
hit these bird~brained b~tches ’til their brains hang
shorty like the way a b~tch boss out
so he said he wanna dig my walls out
left him looking stupid with his b~lls out
cause i took his money and i walked out!
free bremo[?] though, let all of my dawgs out
i don’t mess with fake b~tches, kick them wh0res out (her!)
that’s what got a b~tch locked up in the dog pound (yeah)
free niqua too, let all of my broads out
we gon’ wear our heavy jewels with the rocks on ’em
ice dripping on these hoes, put a mop on ’em!
i see they all mad, i got it locked on ’em
see they don’t respect anything ’til you popped on ’em
swiss cheese through your leotard
sending b~tches to the e~r
the bx know i goes so hard
so i’ma do this one for the f~cking bronx!
and b~tch if it’s a problem, we gon’ snuff y’all (bum b~tch!)
smack the sh~t outta your baby moms (done!)
said i got your baby pictures ~ i done raised y’all (yeah!)
sn~tch your earrings out, pull the braids off
tell them n~ggas free meek yo!
okaaay, free max b. yo!
they shoulda never let me go! (nah)
i just came home about a week ago!
f~ck with me and get a pitaroll
sending all these b~tches straight to jesus yo!
everybody know how remy roll (yeah!)
b~tches got me on my bully yo!
i’m about to go pun on ’em
they can’t f~ck with me, i’m a nun on ’em
got me on that murder one sh~t
i’m a flea, you a bum b~tch!
(right, i said it. right, exactly. ok yeah, ok yeah, ok yeah, rem!)
[verse 26: ludacris]
yeah, in atlanta, been that hot n~gga
on my second term like barack, n~gga
lyrical abuse when i’m in the booth
treat them like the nfl, how i drop n~ggas
i put ’em on the exempt list
take ’em off the track
if they ain’t earned it, that’s pimp sh~t
multi~colored bracelets on my wrist, no friendships
yeah, i have relations with your b~tch, no kinship
luda, back at it like a better me
i’m just try’na earn my stripes like a referee
call a foul on the play, you’s a ho~n~gga
sellin’ records, you can’t even sell an o, n~gga
and i’m smokin’ on that knockout
new school n~ggas missin’ credits like they dropped out
and i’m just takin’ pictures ’til these b~tches all cropped out
and only trace left is their bodies bein’ chalked out
then it’s time to bring the drops out
woman face down, you can say i’m gettin’ topped out
def jam, should i opt out?
two albums left, flavor flav, time to clock out
fight the power
[verse 27: slim 400]
[?]
i blood hit him, he won’t even make it to the doctor
i’m from the g~ngb~ng capital
two t’s with a p, show you really what this mac can do
cl!ck~clack, make a pass with you
toe~tag ’em like a [?] do
me and yg, acting our ass working the avenue
and me & the homies will bust your head over these capitals
and me with no money i slice your neck like [?]
motherf~cker wanna act loco
hit ’em with numerous shots from a .44
hop out on [?] with a slow pro, hit a n~gga with one eye closed
hit him on his pole, the g~y [?]
[verse 28: lil wayne]
uh, i’m sorry for the wait, n~gga (sorry!)
i’m aiming at your beats by dr. dre, n~gga (bop!)
i put up some ornaments today n~gga (why?)
cause ’round here, every day a holiday, n~gga
this that sorry 4 the wait 2 (sorry 4 the wait 2!)
that ak shoot like k du (bop!)
had to tell myself, “tune, just stay tuned” (ay)
swear i got the hardest floor, my sh~t break brooms (ooh!)
uh, i been hot since 1998, n~gga (ay)
that’s 98 degrees, nick lachey, n~gga (ay!)
hope you know the feds got instagram
they liking every photo that you take, n~gga!
i was totin’ a gun before a switchblade (yeah)
cut your head off and put it on display (b~tch)
boy, we find out where you live and then we invade (b~tch)
boy, we do not k!ll no kids, but your b~tch dead (b~tch!)
ooh, shawty like the way that you floss out (ay)
till i shoot you in the head, now she grossed out (ugh!)
i’m the boss, you just heard it from the horse mouth
i told a n~gga count on me and n~ggas lost count
this world is only preparation for the next (alright)
money bags under my eyes, money over rest
tryna get a hundred m’s out the alphabets (uh)
open up my mouth to smile, ooh, treasure chest (ooh!)
ooh, dj stevie j keep the glock on him (steve j!)
i just bought a new .44 and i’m a proud owner (bop, bop, bop!)
belfast and monroe, that was our corner (that’s true!)
f~ckin’ fast in your ho, ooh, cowabunga
sip some lean, pop a xan bar (xan bar)
my bougie b~tch p~ssy taste like caviar (caviar)
once i f~ck a b~tch, her p~ssy is a landmark (ay)
i don’t know how you like your steak, but i’m in rare form (get ’em!)
f~ck them b~tchass n~ggas, f~ck whoever care for ’em (get ’em!)
mama jumped out a plane, i was air~borne (see ya)
gold watches, gold chains; watch for leprechauns (what?)
favorite subject was pe, pablo escobar
k!ll him when he least expect it, at a restaurant (blaow!)
throw him with the rest of ’em, in a reservoir (run it)
i’m the renaissance man, peep my repertoire
excuse my french, but it’s menage a trois, au revoir! (ayy!)
woo, my nina ross got a bad mouth (yeah)
yea, i’m consuming grass like a cash cow (yeah)
give a f~ck ’bout a police with his badge out (f~ck ’em!)
if you ain’t got a warrant, get up out my d~mn house!
this that sorry 4 the wait 2 (2!)
this a all white affair, i brought the yay through (come on)
she said, “tunechi, skate through, and i’ma skate you”
i’m aimin’ at your grapefruit, bop, grape juice! (ah!)
woo, tell them b~tches free d~ck and blow
give me head, can’t kiss no more (nope!)
i got: free jewelry, car keys, and more
and i just started robbin’ like a week ago!
hundred diamonds on my b~tch, i don’t bling no more (no!)
two hundred thousand for a show, you gotta speak to po (po!)
yeah, got me on my young money sh~t (young money sh~t)
no cash money, just young money sh~t (woo!)
woo, got me on my young money sh~t, yeah
[verse 29: juicy j]
do the shmoney dance n~gga
do the shmoney dance
throw a hundred grand n~gga
do the shmoney dance n~gga
do the shmoney dance
throw a hundred grand n~gga
juicy j a monster talyor gang sponsor
took your girlfriend about to f~ck her in her tonsils
yellow momma wetter than a lake in her jeans
and she be wide awake and i still sell that b~tch her dream
no hollywood divorce you can’t hit me for half
no prenup just a nut i just want to smash
baby i just wanna hit it and get rid of your ass
i’m not giving it to my feelings i’m too busy getting cash
double cup of lean~monade thats that justin bieber
and these shoes that i got on they cost more than a kia
every time i sign in cursive thats to add another zero
f~ck n~ggas know i keep that metal on me like magneto
i hear this money talking my money machine stunna
all these rocks up on my watch i think my jeweler do construction
that bullsh~t you selling my n~gga we ain’t buying
we don’t do that chatta b~tch we strictly lifting that iron
banana clip, longer than a video on vine
all these f~cking guns like we saving private ryan
your n~gga pulled up on bikes
little n~gga about to earn his stripes
it might cost him his freedom but it gon’ cost you your life
it’s cold out here thats right n~ggas don’t fight
n~ggas gone off that weed n~ggas gone off that white
they like f~ck it nothing to lose they just bust it on sight
i’m just looking out for you my n~gga watch that sh~t you write
watch that sh~t you write
i’m just looking out for you my n~gga watch that sh~t you write
watch that sh~t you write
i’m just looking out for you my n~gga watch that sh~t you write
[verse 30: ace hood]
yeah, it’s true, i am a beat k!ller (you looking at the hottest of the hot n~ggas)
summer time, but my rollie still in late december
n~ggas actin like some b~tches, need to change genders
know it’s only poppin’, tell me why they wake the goblin up
silence on the gun so we don’t have to wake your daughter up
way before the tampa bay, b~tch i been chasin’ every buck
tell me why they wanna throw a pebble at an armored truck
lookin’ at a 101, p~ssy, you ain’t one of us
make me get r~t~rded like i’m ridin’ on a short bus
flexin’ on these n~ggas, oh i thought this was a warm up?
tell’em shoot it up then double back, i call it karma
people pay attention, push a b~tton for ignition
dopest in the business, think i need some intervention
soon as go to wackin’, imma send him in detention
clips like weaves, know they comin’ with extensions
always on the hustle, b~tches know i keep a cover
sleep without a blanket, never know who under covers
f~ck her, never love her, wear a rubber, blow it back, yo
i’m super dope, i’m a walking trap house
shoutin’ out to philly, free my n~gga, tho
soon as my n~gga fat boy hit the turf, i got his envelope
tell’em kiss ya ass, they can do that under mistletoe
think its sweet then go aimin’ straight at your cantaloupe
yeah you know i’m trained to blow, i got that halitosis flow
jumpin’ out the lambo in sandals, i got that antidote
hammer pokin’ out of my pocket, it’s like a camel toe
gassin’ all these rappers, ya’ll need to work at a texaco
i ain’t got no medals, i ain’t got no medals
p~ssy n~gga sleepin, hit him up in his pajamas
i hit him up in his pajamas
i’m just tryna kick it, tell them b~tches david beckham
ok, i’m bluffin’, never love’m, got a question, is we f~ckin’?
she addicted, david ruffin, load the clip and watch it buffle (bodybag)
i’m a hot n~gga, someone tell that to the tan bed
if the beat was human, i would tell him he a dead man
ain’t no hope in wishin’, phantom ghost through the bentley
if he with the scissors, can’t afford it with your b~tchin’
gone
[verse 31: lil’ kim]
see kimmy loves a hot n~gga
broad daylight, air out the whole block n~ggas
i could care less about your foreign car
i like to get f~cked on a yacht n~gga
dope b~tch, fresh up out the pot n~gga
versace cavalli all on my crotch n~gga
chanel number 5 on his c~ck n~gga
p~ssy taste like pineapple circoc n~gga
take him to the bank, make him cash out
cash cow, milk him til’ he max out
made him eat the p~ssy till he passed out
if you a broke n~gga get up out my trap house
been in love with benji since the fifth grade
role play, dress up like a french maid
uh, i got your n~gga tweakin’ ho
he even tried to eat while i’m bleedin’ ho
free world, free meek milly though
free all my b~tches out in philio
i almost slapped a b~tch about a week ago
and my brooklyn n~ggas just caught a zoe
[verse 32: montana of 300]
fge we some hot n~ggas
never catch me in no picture with no op n~ggas
and j~real that’s my shooter he done popped n~ggas
no we don’t box but i’ll put you in the box n~gga
came from the bottom now i’m clean, detox n~gga
whole squad get into the guap nonstop n~gga
pocket full of knots n~ggas
know he keeps them glocks with us
itchy on me while i’m getting scratch, chicken pox n~gga
i remember takin’ money to the stash house
now’a’days i be pullin’ all this cash out
foreign broads, foreign cars when i smash out
who woulda thought it all started from a half ounce
and n~gga all i know is spaz out
turn down my block and see these hittas, better bag out
i call my hammer camera show you what this flash ’bout
ready for you p~ssies so you know i keep that mag out
b~tch i’m a savage, i do damage, i’m a bad boy
i end your life quick, play it watch me fast forward
don’t let me catch you up traffic with that bad broad
while gettin’ top, pop, brains on the dashboard
i’m the most electrifyin’ and death~defyin’ yea petrifyin’
giant mesmerizin’ you n~ggas with what i specialize in
weaponizin’ my brain with knowledge i know you recognizin’
excersizin’ demons they fiendin’ and im forever grindin’
if i’m coppin’ nine im c~ckin’ nine and poppin’ nine
it ain’t rocket science your daughter find you a box to lie in
now the preacher preachin’ the choir singin’ your momma cryin’
thots be lyin’ on me they want me to slide my c~ck inside ’em
rap god baby im tryin’, i am hip hop’s goliath
cursin’ all you rappers with blessings while im monopolizin’
sorry motherf~ckas apologizin’ is not surprisin’
i’m that awkward silence, so powerful i can stop a riot
and tally been my n~gga since the sixth grade
always poppin’ out the cut like a switchblade
and n~gga f~ck all this rap sh~t
you dont wanna see me in that all black sh~t
you keep on talkin’ ima k!ll you put that on to god
after i find out where you livin’ ima go inside
its goin’ down, slide over with the .45
cl!ck clack wet his ass like a water slide
or i might run up like a bum on em (bang)
police interrogate i’m goin’ dumb on em
my n~gga you don’t want the gun play
my gun spray i off a n~gga like the bug spray
beats get brutally murdered whenever i be on it
flow so cold wayne gretzky could come play hockey on it
sold the nina thing for 250 and had a body on it
and theres plenty more where that come from if anybody want it
i tell my n~gga throw the suv in reverse
i’m bout to put these p~ssy n~ggas on a t~shirt
so pray to god when i up it you don’t be first
before he judge yo ass you gotta see me first
that n~gga shoulda had a vest on him
these n~ggas squares baby i’m just playin’ chess on em
b~tches on d like a full court press on em
headrest ready shawty wanna put the neck on him
growin’ up i never had sh~t
well motherf~cka’ that was past tense
now i got it that’s why i be talkin’ cash sh~t
she only cheat on him with me now that’s a bad b~tch
[verse 33: rich the kid]
juuging for a check, i been a hot n~gga
police looking for me like i shot n~ggas
gimme the loot, dropping the top on the roof
skippa da flippa gon shoot
been on the block, walking around with the knots
moving the bags out the spot
quavo with the k, that’s a hot n~gga
run up on us then you gon’ die n~gga
got 100k on me right now n~gga
back then i was stealing them bicycles
hot n~gga, hot n~gga, hurricane, hurricane, whip with the egg beater
all my young n~ggas trap, all my young n~ggas trap
then you go and buy two seaters
your b~tch sucked me in the mouth, she d~mn near passed out
throw 100 racks and i cash out and i mash out of that trap house
i’ll knock you out like pacquiao
blow your main b~tch’s back out
she sucking me, you kissing her, you must be on that bobby brown
put your b~tch up in the kitchen, get to trapping ho
we got molly, we got white just like a napkin ho
free my n~gga mango or we tweaking ho
migo gang, 30 chains, pull up flexing dough
i been getting money since the first day
look at the hate, was hungry but now the chef cooking the plate (rolex)
my diamonds so deep, red bottoms my feet
young n~gga, i trap out a mansion, i’m sipping a whole lot of lean
i just went and bought a ‘rari bought a week ago
had to hang up out the side and got to squeezing ho
why you mad? cause i’m rich and i ain’t broke no more
i got n~ggas that’ll shoot you like a video
[verse 34: g herbo]
g herbo, i’m some hot n~gga
before i started rap i used to pop n~ggas
maneski told me “lil bro chill out cause you got hitters”
get this money and we gon’ be at the top with you
but you still can catch be up on ess~x block n~gga
smoking dutchies and murch money got that glock with him
we no limit, that’s 150, we got all the b~tches
they n~ggas hating that’s the reason they want problems with us
all the new opps, they don’t know us
lil herb don’t rap beef, n~gga blow somethin’
and you might catch me by my lonely, i’mma keep it on me
check the news, i heard somebody went to sleep for kobe
and i’m leaning right now, b~tch, i’m sipping codein
i been the same, i been g~ngb~nging since i been a shorty
i been f~cking grown b~tches since i been a shorty
run through that check like last month forgot i spent a sawdy
i went through a hundred thousand that’s without a deal
i’m 18 and i don’t give a f~ck about a deal
people ask me all the time, “you on the block for real?”
sometimes i stay up in the crib cause fo’ n ’em down to drill
and they ain’t shooting for no legs, fo’ n ’em tryna’ k!ll
if i put them shooters on yo’ ass then you dying for real
and b~tch, i’m always in the field, roc block where you find me
15 hundreds in my jeans, all my jewelry shinin’
30s in them .40s all my n~ggas slidin’
riding through the opps, all them n~ggas hidin’
don’t let them tell you that they out there, man, them n~ggas lyin’
met some of them n~ggas and free all my n~ggas doing time
matter fact free g gills
he doing 20 in the feds cause he didn’t squeal
free bruce, free breezy ho
free sl!ck and crazy james, they some demons ho
vito city, that’s the team lil hoe
pistol gang, yeah, we keep them hoes
glizzies with them 30s and them beams low
run up on us and we squeezing ho
lil bro too trigger happy, he gon’ squeeze some mo’
b~tches wait in line for pictures when i leave my shows
only got a couple minutes, take a couple flizzicks
finesse a b~tch right to the trunk and now she sucking dizzick
after i get what i wanted you gotta do fo’ n ’em
she told me that she ain’t want to, said she that she don’t know them
you don’t wanna turn up b~tch, you don’t know me anyway
you ain’t tryna top off bro n ‘dem get out on the e~way
all my n~ggas, we be running b~tches like a relay
sucker n~ggas beefing over b~tches, we can’t relate
why you mad at me my n~gga? that b~tch p~ssy funky
you buy her all type of sh~t and i don’t give her nothing
she probably like the way a n~gga stuntin’
thumbing through these twenties, fifties, hundreds
this sh~t ain’t nothing, man, i’m still a youngin’
and i never been a stain, run up on me and i’m drummin’
never catch me with no lames, all my n~ggas goblins
all i hang with hustlers, k!llers, robbers
you a lame, tuck your chain, my lil’ shorties starving
we got aim, don’t get banged, you a f~ckin’ target
kobe squad, that’s what we are
six forties riding round, we in 3 cars
flipping through they set, where them n~ggas at?
caught a body last night, i’on have no time for that
and bro n ‘dem still lurking, still creeping ho
off lean, they off xans but they ain’t sleeping though
tryna’ catch another body like a week ago
forgot about that other body, we been drinking ho
leaning ho, all i sip is codeine lil ho
get my d~cked sucked for kobe while i drink a 4
and if you tryna’ catch feelings then you tweakin’ ho
ball like i’m kobe on the way i’m tired of speaking ho
gang
[verse 35: troy ave]
dope boy, troy ave, young hot n~gga
you see me, you see the apple, i am motts n~gga
different sauce, see me floss, red drop n~gga
16 in the mag, one in top n~gga
murder ain’t a thang but a hip reach
money ain’t a thang but a quick meet
fast life living, d~cking dip freaks
bsb records, we the new street
still watch it, i ain’t quote jigga
shabazz [?] 300, wade switched the figures
shouts to gs9, bk n~ggas
i love my cities shine, you see the way i glitter
vvs, my [?] neck in my hands
major deal advance sitting in my pants
pockets so heavy i just take a stance
two stepping, let my diamonds do the shmoney dance
[?], honor roll, hustlers relate
count a quarter mil, making sure the numbers straight
187s hit, keep the 848
i give a n~ggga the chills just like my rolex face
no ticks but some hating suckers
sitting in the nosebleeds yelling sh~t, f~ck it
free john, free rum, free j o
can’t forget k!ller out there, all them n~ggas yayo
caught a body 20 weeks ago
a day off, but them people know
my gun warm i will heat the four
but let me get back to this kitchen, whipping, eating blow
[outro]
got me on that go~dumb sh~t, man
trap mode in this motherf~cker
hotter than a b~tch
ayo, pour up! i need some more drank
how many people is on this remix?
d~mn
ima hot n~gga!
okay!
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