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Migos – Movin’ Too Fast lyrics

[Chorus: Offset]
I put the streets on beast (streets)
I been geeked all week (geeked)
I go to sleep, I don’t eat (sleep), cross-eyed, make a nigga go weak (uh)
Yeah, gas tank on E, yeah, but the safe on full (full)
Yeah, got the heart of a lion (huh), yeah, head’s on like a bull (bull)
Yeah, nigga talk real fast (huh), ’til I got the cash and I ran past (racks)
Ooh, grandma on my ass tellin’ me, “Boy, you movin’ too fast” (grandma, ayy)
Cash deposits, get the kicks just to match the watches (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Hit the gas and harrass the ‘rari, diamonds bitin’, this glass is water

[Verse 1: Offset]
Yeah, came in the game, tryna aim for the best
Chain for the gang, ain’t bought this shit (gang bang)
Everybody ’round me sellin’ cold bricks (freeze)
We let it fly with the fire with no kick (brrr)
I don’t wanna unify with no clique (who?)
Thirty plus a .45 on my wrist (woo)
42 on the dial, that’s a big shield (yeah)
Livin’ life, wanna vibe with my bitch (ayy)
500K to the cancer (woo)
Come ride with the wave, but I’m handsome (wave)
Givin’ back to the face of the planet (givin’ back)
Then I bust out a chain with a niner (bust down)
Ain’t shit basic, baby (basic), ain’t ’bout to feed you fugazi, baby (baby)
Yeah, I’m from the nawf side, baby, you’re fuckin’ with a big dog, all-star, baby (ayy)
My heart is so numb, I cannot cry, I don’t got feelings (no, woo)
Up to par and I’m on fire and I got millions (and I’m on fire)
Smokin’ on cookie, it end up in ashes for all my niggas (smokin’ on cookie)
I’m only fuckin’ with gang ’cause I cannot fuck with these niggas (gang)

[Chorus: Offset]
I put the streets on beast (streets)
I been geeked all week (geeked)
I go to sleep, I don’t eat (sleep), cross-eyed, make a nigga go weak (uh)
Yeah, gas tank on E, yeah, but the safe on full (full)
Yeah, got the heart of a lion (huh), yeah, head’s on like a bull (bull)
Yeah, nigga talk real fast (huh), ’til I got the cash and I ran past (racks)
Ooh, grandma on my ass tellin’ me, “Boy, you movin’ too fast” (grandma, ayy)
Cash deposits, get the kicks just to match the watches (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Hit the gas and harrass the ‘rari, diamonds bitin’, this glass is water (argh)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
The streets on beast (beast), I’ma put the streets on me (streets on me)
She suck me to sleep (sleep), told her, “don’t put your teeth on me” (your teeth on me)
Ridin’ ’round in a Range, ain’t worried ’bout a thing and the thing on me (brrrp)
Switch lanes with your main thing, I been with the gang in L.A all week (skrrt, I’m lyin’)
I got the dogs with me (dogs) and I’ma let ’em off the leash (off)
She keep callin’ me (call) ’cause the sheets on leak (drip, splash)
Ain’t shit basic, baby, ain’t ’bout to feed you for free (no, no)
Ain’t no fugazi, baby, naw these diamonds ain’t cheap (hell nah)

[Chorus: Offset]
I put the streets on beast (streets)
I been geeked all week (geeked)
I go to sleep, I don’t eat (sleep), cross-eyed, make a nigga go weak (uh)
Yeah, gas tank on E, yeah, but the safe on full (full)
Yeah, got the heart of a lion (huh), yeah, head’s on like a bull (bull)
Yeah, nigga talk real fast (huh), ’til I got the cash and I ran past (racks)
Ooh, grandma on my ass tellin’ me, “Boy, you movin’ too fast” (grandma, ayy)
Cash deposits, get the kicks just to match the watches (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Hit the gas and harrass the ‘rari, diamonds bitin’, this glass is water (argh)

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Beat on my chest, beast, Huncho, King Kong (beast, beast)
You singin’ ’bout the bando, Nat King Cole (Nat King Cole)
Solitaires, bounce, diamonds ping-pong (ping-pong)
Make you wrist trap and hit a ringtone (brrrp)
Grandma, got weak, she flew straight home (grandma, yeah)
Now we count all of the blessings thrown (count ’em, count ’em, yeah)
Big boy ice, all in the necklace, froze (froze)
Pause, but I put all of my besties on
Lookin’ like a lion on the streets (yeah), lookin’ like a lion ’bout to feast (feast)
Pop one, he’ll go beast (pop one), represent the Land of the Free (free)
But some of my niggas in the cell (cell), so I don’t even know what that mean (no)
I bet nigga vouch for me (yeah), ’til all mini dots go green (green, yeah)
Huncho

[Chorus: Offset]
I put the streets on beast (streets)
I been geeked all week (geeked)
I go to sleep, I don’t eat (sleep), cross-eyed, make a nigga go weak (uh)
Yeah, gas tank on E, yeah, but the safe on full (full)
Yeah, got the heart of a lion (huh), yeah, head’s on like a bull (bull)
Yeah, nigga talk real fast (huh), ’til I got the cash and I ran past (racks)
Ooh, grandma on my ass tellin’ me, “Boy, you movin’ too fast” (grandma, ayy)
Cash deposits, get the kicks just to match the watches (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Hit the gas and harrass the ‘rari, diamonds bitin’, this glass is water

Migos – Stir Fry lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof)
Trap nigga with the chickens like Popeye’s (Popeye’s)
Money changin’ colors like tie-dye (tie-dye)
I’m just tryna get it, I ain’t tryna die (no)
She got a big ol’ onion booty, make the world cry (cry)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
Hold them bands down (hey), hold your mans down (hey)
Who told you come around? (Who?), this that trap sound (trap)
Designer, clothes (clothes), fashion, shows (shows)
Trap, house (house), made of, gold (gold)
Control the bag now (control it) no need to brag now (no need)
Ayy, put the mask down (mask), we livin’ fast now (fast)
Finest, hoes (finest), wrist, froze (hoes)
We can, go (we can), coast to, coast (coast)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Keep watchin’ me whip up
Still be real and famouuuuus, yeah
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (woo, woo, woo, wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset! Gon’ whip it, intermission, let the birds fly (brrr)
I get money, tunnel vision through my third eye (money)
In that skillet, watch me flip it like it’s Five Guys (flip it)
Look at my pilgrim, check out the ceilin’, look at the blue sky (skrrt)
Icy Patek, check, yeah, boogers, they sit on my neck (ice)
I don’t regret shit, yeah, I’m paid and I don’t got a debt (hah)
You crawl ‘fore you walk, you can ball every week
For my dogs ‘hind the wall, we gon’ ball when you free (ball)
Stop watchin’ me, democracy, you wanna copy me (you watchin’)
Life’s Monopoly, go cop me some land and some property (property)
AP, Rolls (Rolls), pink diamonds, whoa (whoa)
Whip up the soda, diamonds off the Royce (hey)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Keep watchin’ me whip up
Still be real and famouuuuus, yeah
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
In the kitchen, curry chicken, call it stir fry
Takeoff, I’m the bird keeper, let the birds fly
Why you tryna take my prize? You a dead guy
Of course, I gotta keep a watch out through my bird eye
No casket, drop dead fresh and I got dead guys
Don’t discriminate, ball players come in all sizes
Finger roll, post move or the pick and roll
They mad the way we win, they think we used a cheat code
Why you keep lookin’ at me?
I feel like niggas got static, it must be the Patek
Pockets blue cheese, I’m in the kitchen

[Chorus: Quavo]
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
Keep watchin’ me whip up
Still be real and famouuuuus, yeah
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (wroof)

[produced by: Pharrell Williams]

Migos – Supastars lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (Buddha Bless this beat)
Chyeah

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out (hey)
Brand new cars (skrrt, yeah), we buy the bar now (woo)
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds, uh (tats), rock the shows, uh (yeah)
Big bank rolls (cash, woo), now she go, uh (go)
For the team, uh (woo), now she wet, don’t ski, uh (splash)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘gram, and delete her (delete it)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers, uh

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Pockets lettuce, uh
Bitch, don’t think I’m ready, uh uh
You got that swag (drip)
You got that sauce then sell it, uh uh
Free my niggas, cash ’em out we bailin’ (free)
Saw my teacher, I was the same student, failin’ (me)
Now I got a lawyer, straight cash, no settlement (settlement, yeah)
I’m out my element (element), out my, out my element (woo, yeah)
My niggas the same, don’t need no clout, no fame (no clout, no clout)
Bought the gang (yeah), all brand new chains (ice, ice)
Swerve the lane (yeah), call the group “the gang” (gang, gang)
Whip that thing (whip it), then she give me brain (ooh, yeah)
Them boys fool you tryna do it, bring the toolies out (try and do it)
Niggas don’t want no smoke, they pull up with they coochies out
It’s times three, it’s times three, that’s how it goes (three-way, yeah)
Park a million dollars at the bando (skrrt, skrrt)
We gon’ make ’em eat that dope until we go (eat it up, eat it up)
Rich niggas straight to the top floor (top)
On more PJs than Pablo (PJs)
Wrist like water, go to Cabo (splash)
Cash in the walls, hollow (cash)
Your money too small, micro (woo)
Huncho on the call, gotta reload (burrrr, reload)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out (hey)
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now (woo)
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds, uh (tats), rock the shows, uh (yeah)
Big bank rolls (cash), now she go, uh (go)
For the team, uh (woo), now she wet, don’t ski, uh (splash)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘gram, and delete her (delete it)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (gang)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘gram, and delete her (delete it)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh, yeah)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Ice the gang (ice), had to ice the gang (ice)
So much ice (too much), had to ice the lane (whew)
Freeze the dud (freeze), had to freeze the lame (freeze)
Camera phone (splash), Scarface, Al Capone (Al Capone)
Turn your lights off, nigga, we’ve been on (been on)
Came from my block and growed up, guess I’m homegrown (homegrown)
Well known, cookie, that is my cologne (cookie, cookie)
I put my wrist inside the freezer, came out froze (ice, ice)
I put my heart inside this shit ’cause I was chose (heart, chose)
I put my heart inside and only God knows (God knows)
Get a Kleenex for that baby, wipe his nose (I wiped his nose)
What’s a leg? We shootin’ heads ’til they explode (brap brap, reload)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out (hey)
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now (woo)
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds, uh (tats), rock the shows, uh (yeah)
Big bank rolls (cash), now she go, uh (go)
For the team, uh (woo), now she wet, don’t ski, uh (splash)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘gram, and delete her (delete it)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (gang)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘gram, and delete her (delete it)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Offset!
Wraith with the stars out (Wraith)
Trappin’ out the boarded house (hey)
The bricks get deported out (deported)
Niggas grouped out for a shout (whew, yeah)
Marvin the Martian (Martian), I’ma put your brain up for auction (brrt)
Proceed with caution (caution), skeleton AP is frosted (skeleton)
I sit back and read the offence (read), my hoe is addicted to faucets (woo)
Chanel bag is ostrich (Chanel), stay down, come up in the process (stay down)
Hey, private jet, yeah, thotty wanna fuck the same sex, yeah (thotty, thotty)
Diamond mill’ mill’, yeah, I’ma keep the bitch on welfare (woo, woo)
The pink stone real rare (rare), bling bling blaow, yeah (bling bling)
Mama got style, yeah (style), Chanel reptile, player (hey)
Geeked on Mars (geeked), gotta give the grace up to God (grace to God)
Three rockstars, nobody seein’ the gang, on God (God)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out (hey)
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now (woo)
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds, uh (tats), rock the shows, uh (yeah)
Big bank rolls (cash), now she go, uh (go)
For the team, uh (woo), now she wet, don’t ski, uh (splash)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘gram, and delete her (delete it)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (gang)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘gram, and delete her (delete it)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)

Migos – Too Much Jewelry lyrics

[Intro: Takeoff]
Zaytoven
What’s up Zay?
Trap Holizay
Solid since the first day
Allow me to lead the way

[Chorus: Takeoff & Quavo]
I just spent a cool half a ticket on my jewelry (ice)
Clear white diamonds make your eyesight blurry (blurry)
Excuse me I have on too much jewelry (skrrt skrrt)
Never too much, never too much, so much
I just cashed out on my neck, that’s a house
Head out, fuck a spouse, we pop off, we ain’t hearin’ it (brrr)
So much ice, young nigga, he delirious
Never too much jewelry, I’m serious (no)
Quarter ticket, half a ticket, once I get it, spend it (spend it)
Quarter ticket, half a ticket, I’m a walkin’ chicken (brr)
Quarter ticket, half a ticket, this is not a gimmick (no)
Money comin’ in, they think we the ones that print it

[Verse: Takeoff]
Nah f’real, we the ones that print it
We the ones that trend it, it’s a slight few, ain’t many
Started it from the beginnin’ (back then), they say money make ’em envy (envy)
My diamonds drawin’ attention (look) and they wet like Willie (splash)
Pocket cheesesteak, Philly (cheese), bitch bad and she with it (bitch)
But I won’t give her a penny (nah), tryna go to Piccadilly (where?)
Rose gold’s got drillin’, oh what a beautiful feelin’ (beautiful)
I’ma let you get the bitch (bitch), but I’ma go get me some millions (M&M’s)
I chose to give me some paper (chose to), that was my own decision (mine)
Speed racin’ in that Lamborghini, I done fucked around and blew the engine
I pour an 8, on top of 8 I just poured, drank fuckin’ wit’ my vision
200K, count it before I do shows and fuck your opinion (nigga, fuck, opinion)
They told me I wouldn’t make it, said I wouldn’t amount to shit (shit)
Nigga smilin’ in your face, really want you in a ditch
Half a ticket on my neck, quarter ticket on my wrist
This that new Richard Mille plain Jane like a bitch
They think that this shit is new, but we been really doing this
Talkin’ pointers but you don’t get points and don’t get no assists
They say the ones that quiet be the ones that rich as bricks
Wanna walk in my shoes, gotta take that risk (risk)

[Chorus: Takeoff & Quavo]
I just spent a cool half a ticket on my jewelry (ice)
Clear white diamonds make your eyesight blurry (blurry)
Excuse me I have on too much jewelry (skrrt, skrrt)
Never too much, never too much, so much
I just cashed out on my neck, that’s a house
Air it out, fuck a spouse, we pop off, we ain’t hearin’ it (brrr)
So much ice, young nigga, he delirious
Never too much jewelry, I’m serious (no)
Quarter ticket, half a ticket, once I get it, spend it (spend it)
Quarter ticket, half a ticket, I’m a walkin’ chicken (brr)
Quarter ticket, half a ticket, this is not a gimmick (no)
Money comin’ in, they think we the ones that print it

[Bridge: Quavo]
This ain’t even all my jewelry (jewelry)
Never too much jewelry (jewel)
This ain’t even half my jewelry (never too much)
Never too much jewelry (yeah)

[Interlude: Quavo]
Mike Dean, Zaytoven
You know how we do it
Never too much jewelry, jewelry
Too much ice (all these jewels)
Wassup, baby?
I see you bitch over there lookin’, nigga, muah
Skeleton AP on my wrist, nigga
Takeoff just bought like eight plain Janes
Haha, know you’re mad, nigga

[Chorus: Takeoff & Quavo]
I just spent a cool half a ticket on my jewelry (ice)
Clear white diamonds make your eyesight blurry (blurry)
Excuse me I have on too much jewelry (skrrt, skrrt)
Never too much, never too much, so much
I just cashed out on my neck, that’s a house
Head out, fuck a spouse, we pop off, we ain’t hearin’ it (brrr)
So much ice, young nigga, he delirious
Never too much jewelry, I’m serious

Migos – Too Playa lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah DJ Durel, DJ Durel
The way we put this shit together, you know what I mean?
Huncho and Durel made the beat, you know what I mean?
I got this man on the saxophone
You know what I mean, he blowin’ them keys
You know we keep keys, the right way, you dig?
The way we put this Culture shit together
It’s like a new wave, generation way
Yeah, feel like 3K, Andre, with my way, Huncho, woo (yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
She fuck with the gang (gang, yeah), she fuck with the team (yeah, yeah)
She like to do percocets, then I put her on lean (yeah, yeah)
She got little perky breasts (perky), I put a little ice on the flex (yeah)
She got a little turkey neck, neck, neck, neck, neck, yeah (yeah)
Don’t look at that skeleton too long, might drown (swim, swim)
My nigga got felonies, let him out right now (woo, ayy)
I’m in Miami like a Zoe Pound (yayo)
Call up Zoey Dolla, jet ski, water clowns
Wrist spendin’ tabs, finna spaz, finna spaz
Niggas spendin’ fast (spinnin’), 150 cash, 50 cash (spinnin’)
Yeah, large (yeah), y’all nigga talk too hard (talk, talk)
We pull your card (woo), pull up and chop down yards (chop)
Fish bowl same size as fish tank, yeah (yeah)
Big bank same size as his bank, yeah (yeah)
My bitch way badder than his bitch, yeah (fo’ sho)
We too playa (yeah), we too, we too playa (playa)

[Bridge: Quavo]
Yeah, we too playa (woo), we too, we too playa (clean)
Yeah, we too playa (woo), yeah, we too playa (playa)
Woo, we too playa (woo), we too, we too playa
Ayy, we too playa, yeah, we too playa

[Chorus: Quavo & (2 Chainz)]
Said I got a big scale same size as his scale, yeah (yeah)
All this water damn, I could sell it to a whale, yeah (yeah)
Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah (we too playa)
We too playa, yeah, we too playa (yeah, 2 Chainz)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Playaz Circle, that my first squad, but you already knew that (you knew it)
Nigga claim he got a million dollars, but I already blew that (blew it)
Donatella on the bootstrap (Versace), whole crew got a Tru tat (yeah)
Whole crew got a Tru chain (yeah), Maybach, not a Mulsanne
100 thousand in a blue flame, cross a nigga like a spiritual (cross)
Before rap, I was in the trap, and my record was criminal (uh)
Baby girl got that water park, when she get up, she left a water mark
Black Patek Philippe (uh), motherfuckers like Armor-All
Okay, now all in all (all in all), got it from wall to wall (wall, wall)
Took it from mall to mall (mall, mall), dropped it from stall to stall (shittin’)
Shittin’ on niggas subliminally (uh), all of my shoes are from Italy (yeah)
Hard top coupes, no Kennedy, she’ll pay cash, no penalty

[Verse 3: Quavo & (2 Chainz)]
Marble all my floors (yeah), blue strip all my rolls (alright)
If the money fold (woo), that mean the dope ain’t sold (sold)
I like it straight (woo, uh), that mean ain’t gotta debate (uh)
Ice on stakes (uh), pull up with a serious face (skate)
The way these hoes like to film a nigga, Lorenz Tate (Quavo Lorenz)
I won’t even let you film a nigga without seein’ tape (can’t go up)
Yeah, that’s my brother (playa), work, but I gotta play harder (harder)
Tryna be like the Carters, gotta be like the Carters

[Chorus: Quavo]
Said I got a big bank same size as his bank, yeah (yeah)
My bitch way better than his bitch, yeah (fo’ sho)
Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah (yeah)
We too playa, yeah, we too playa (playa)

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
I am a player (player), and no, I ain’t playing fair (no)
Swear they shakin’ like some dreads (shakin’)
Oh, that mean we got ’em scared (scared)
Look up at your man’s head (look)
Tell me what color that dot is (what?)
Dot on his head is red (red)
Get popped for some shit that your brother did (brrrp)
I love my mama, never change up on her
So I gotta let his mama live (mama)
I beat the pot up like Adrien Broner
Make him vanish, David Copperfield (Copperfield)
Came in the game and was independent
They was screamin’ out that we ain’t got a deal (fuck a deal)
Said I ain’t playin’, this the face I make
When I call my plug and he ain’t got a seal
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, my name is Takeoff, I’m outta here (gone)
Open the door and then got in there (got in there)
Quiet, I pick up the silencer (shh)
Shoot it up ’til they acknowledge us (brrrp)
Ballin’, but they keep foulin’ us (ball)
And ain’t no stoppin’ us (no), try to see the apocalypse

[Chorus: Quavo]
Said I got a big scale same size as his scale, yeah (yeah)
We too playa (playa, playa)
Yeah, we too playa (playa, playa)

[Verse 5: Offset]
New Moncler (drip), throwin’ salt on a playa (salt)
Save the salt for the snails (salt) or the rocks in my ear (rocks)
Put you in the Bentley (skrrt), brand new Selena (Selena)
She a bad bitch, I seen her (bad), I’m flooded, call FEMA
I do it the best (best), I am too playa to stress (playa)
Drip like the mayor, more or less (drip)
I like your bitch, I caress (I like her)
Dry down the stick nigga, hush (hush)
Codeine syrup a must (a must)
Wraith with the peppermint guts (Wraith)
He sweet, he keep holdin’ nuts (sweet)
Your bitch is a throwaway mutt

Migos – Top Down On Da NAWF lyrics

[Sample]
Please help me

[Chorus: Quavo]
Top down on da NAWF, I’m home
I can never get lost, no no
I play the field and the coach (I play the field)
And they know, that’s why I’m Huncho

[Verse 1: Quavo]
For some reason I can’t cry, cry
For some reason I am not tired
For the gang, I gotta bring it home
For my grandma watchin’ in the sky (grandma)
You probably can’t tell me nothin’
You probably gonna see me stuntin’
You probably wanna see me run
You probably wanna see me run on ’em
But I let my top down of on da NAWF (yeah, yeah)
Believe in what I did and what I saw (yeah, yeah)
Stand on my word by law(yeah, yeah)
Mama prayin’ on the devil, shake ’em off (yeah, yeah)
Boulders on my shoulder, weights on me
I will never fold up when it’s on me
Stash a whole mil’ in the backseat
Just to move them thangs down the backstreet

[Chorus: Quavo]
Top down on da NAWF (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), I’m home
I can never get lost (I can never get loss), no, no
I play the field and the coach
(I done played the whole field, for real)
And they know, that’s why I’m Huncho

[Verse 2: Offset]
I done survived the gun smoke (survive)
Some of my niggas ain’t survive, God bless your soul (yeah, yeah)
The codeine eased in my mind ’cause my eyes on the road (my mind, my mind)
The Patek is rose, we hide in the flats and bandos
I’ma pull up on that nigga with the five then
If I could go back, I would whip up a pie again
I got the hood all on my back and they ready to die for him
Dope, trappin’ up out of the gym, 2Pac is above the rim (devoted)
Watchin’ me like I am a film, they want the chips, the drip
The sauce, my hoe, I look at the niggas like shrimp
Fuck these niggas, these niggas ain’t come from the NAWF (NAWF)
85 nawf the route (yeah) and I’m not leavin’ ’em out (nah)
Yeah, shippin’ ’em out (ship), don’t let the money run out (hey)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Top down on da NAWF, I’m home
I can never get lost (I can never get loss), no, no
I play the field and the coach (I played the field)
And they know, that’s why I’m Huncho

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
No question we come from the NAWF, they know we the boss (NAWF)
Only site, no map involved, I cannot get lost (no)
And we know you flaw, everything you say is false (false)
I’ma scrape his jaw, pay the ticket, you get off
No navigation needed or GPS at all (no)
My neck and wrist conceited, full of Fiji and it costs (ice)
Mirror, mirror, who the richest niggas of ’em all? (Mirror)
The mirror spoke to me and said, “No cap, I think it’s y’all”
Takeoff

[Outro: Quavo]
In the night time, we can ride then
I’ma slide on that bitch outside then (slide, slide)
I’ma make sure my wrist all iced in (ice)
I’ma make sure my wrist on fire then (fire)
I’ma make sure my wrist on fire then (fire)
I’ma make sure my wrist on fire then (fire)
I’ma make sure my wrist outside (outside)
I’ma make sure my wrist outside then (outside, yeah)
Have you ever swam with sharks in the deep blue, huh?
Ever been in the dark when there is no sun, huh?
Ever been on the NAWF with hundred round drum?
With a hundred round drum (NAWF, yeah)
Drum (NAWF, yeah) drum
Pull up on me, show me outside then (yeah)
Pull up on me, show me let it fly then
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ohhh (NAWF)

Migos – All Ass lyrics

[Hook: Quavo]
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass ay, all ass ay)
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh (beat it)
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass ay, all ass ay)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I’m throwin’ a bag (bag)
It bought her a bag (bag)
Last bitch I fucked, she wasn’t goin’ out sad (goin’ out sad)
Can’t play a player for sure, can’t play a player, no (no)
Throw the money to the top (top)
It’s fallin’ off the top ropes (yee)
Yeah (yee)
I bet I put all my bitches on though (yee)
Yeah (yee)
Aye (yeeee)
She’ll be fuckin’ ’til the sun come up (uh uh uh)
Hey yeah
If you want to ball, let’s get it (woohoo)
Hey yeah
I make you rich with a fifty (cash)
Hey yeah
No lemonade, it’s simply, just me and my bitch (aye)
If she don’t get dick, she gon’ have a fit (yeah)
Her daddy the plug (aye)
She fuck with the bricks, she with the shit (yeah)
She bought a salon to clean the money, he feed the bitch
Now he on the run, they seized the house, they seized the whips (yee)
Now she on the run, she took the money, he need the bitch

[Hook: Quavo]
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass ay, all ass ay)
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh (beat it)
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass ay, all ass ay)
Yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
All ass ay
Fifty cash bags, on a bad day (yeah)
I’m on a fast pace, I wanted the fast way (skr)
They copied the last wave, I cut ’em like black spades (aye)
Fuckin’ a thot in my mansion, fuckin’ a thot on my bedroom
Bitch lookin’ like a Kardashian (Kardashian)
We hopped in the coupe and we smashin’
Sippin’ on my drink, I watch that ass go slow motion (slow)
Walkin’ with that bag, look at my diamonds like the ocean, huh
Geekin’ out, she geekin’ out, she geekin’ on the dough
Ten different bitches, eeny meeny miny moe
Trappin’ out the Nawf, trappin’ out the bando (Nawf)
No, you need you a brick then I get the dough

[Hook: Quavo]
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass ay, all ass ay)
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh (beat it)
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass ay, all ass ay)
Yeah

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
My wrist is glass (glass)
My neck is glass (glass)
Last jeweler just spent sixty cash (cash)
Last bitch I had, she bought a Jag’ (Jag’)
They come in empty handed, she kept her bag (yee)
Bag, all ass ay (yee, ass)
I can’t get my nut off, I’ma spaz bae (yee, spaz)
No credit, no debit, the cash way (yee, cash)
No stomach, no waist, pretty face, the ass way (yee yee)

[Hook: Quavo]
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass ay, all ass ay)
Yeah, beat the pot, beat the pot, beat the pot, oh (beat it)
Bad bitches walkin’ out with bags at the store (bad)
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole (all ass ay, all ass ay)
Yeah

[Outro: Offset & Quavo]
All ass ay, all ass ay
All ass ay, all ass ay
All ass ay, all ass ay
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the
Stripper girl shakin’, all ass on the pole

Mr Terrza – No More Chances lyrics

[Verse 1]

I gave you many chances,
Zwothe ndo lingedza
Ndichi ndiya ndia fara nda tuma,
Mathina zwo vundea
Mbilu yanga noivhaisa,
Asi tombo iya kwasheya
Muthu ndi muthu wa khakha,
Lwanu lwovhesa over

Asiuri nda sa ni funi,
No no cheatah lungana?
Ndari lwashu alunga gumi,
Na zwifha lungana
Ani chena zwikhala,
Lufuno lwo fhela
Ndachiri doni mala,
Nda codi zwifhela

Chorus

Ahuchena chikhala,
The bridge is broken
Ahucha wecheya lufunoni,
Bbe remain there
Tell yah frnds to back off,
Coz am nolonger yah bbe
Ahucha difha lufunoni,
Mah lady I moved on

Vers2

Zwovha zwonaka richimbila majita E amazing
Nda chi ndofhedza uni guda,
Mara nga ngomu ni poison
Novha nichi bilufhadza,
Almost ndo valelwa prison
Sometimes nda di tukufhadza, I was pain-
Ndani fha chinwe chanceh

Ndoni thembesa,
Uri mu2 ha thembiwi ndo vhona nga inwi
No no furesa,
Neri nia zwifha lufunoni ahu zwifhiwi
Chi mufunesa,
Uri ndia mufuna zwono duma nyana kusini
We aren’t together,
And I’m happy ndico takalela decision

Chorus

Vers 3

[Mbilu yanga noi vhaisa]
Na khakha ngau loser manners
Nda chi vhenga you takadza haters
Na chooser you takadza haters

Nda chifuna 100%
Ndani themba 100%
Na nanga udzi tsitsa percent
Na tsitsa percent X2

Migos – What The Price lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Ricky Racks
Yeah…. yeah….. yeah
Tell me…. the price
Tell me… the price (yeah, yeah)
Tell me the price (yeah)
Tell me the price (yeah, yeah)
No surprise

[Hook: Takeoff & Quavo]
What’s the price? (Prices, prices, going up)
Woo! (Prices, prices, price)
The bitch bad, I slide (prices, price is, going up)
Hold on, yeah (prices, prices, price)
What’s the price? (What’s the price? Prices going up, prices)
Hold on (Price, going up yeah)
The bitch bad, I slide, skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt (going up)
Hold on (woo woo woo, price)

[Post-Hook: Quavo]
Bad Mona Lisa, slide with my people
Pink slip for the ride, but what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes, no cosigns
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater, did my own grinds

[Verse 1: Takeoff & Quavo]
Tell me what the preacher preach about (preacher)
Tell me what the teacher teach about (teacher)
I’ma go find me a better route
That bullshit and cap, you can leave it out (cap)
They talking but ain’t tryna hear me out
Won’t open the door, tryna leave me out (open)
I’ma pull up and just empty out (brrr)
Come through, just make sure you clear me out (brrr)

[Bridge: Quavo]
Ooh
Clear me out, clear me out
Just clear me out, clear me out

[Hook: Takeoff, Quavo & Offset]
What’s the price? (Prices, prices, going up)
Woo! (Prices, prices, price)
The bitch bad, I slide (prices, prices, going up)
Hold on, yeah (prices, prices, price)
What’s the price? (What’s the price? Price is going up, prices)
Hold on (Price, going up yeah)
The bitch bad, I slide, skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt (going up)
Hold on (woo woo woo, price)
Shit goin’ up, you know what I mean? Offset!

[Verse 2: Offset]
I do not care what the tag will say (I don’t)
I done brought out a big bag today (bag)
I just pulled up with the MAC today (brrr)
I don’t plan on going out sad today (brrr)
Pay what you owe, eighty a show (eighty)
Close the curtain and smoke in the Ghost (gas)
Hop in the i8 and lift up the door (skrrt)
Young rich nigga, more money than the old (hey)
Got your hoe at the condo, no clothes, yeah
Climb on a young nigga pole, yeah
You don’t wanna go there (nah)
Sticks and the Dracos in here (brrr)
Got racks in the back of my pants (racks)
Got racks in the bachelor pad (racks)
These bitches, they fuck for a bag (smash)
And you niggas gon’ go out sad

[Pre-Hook: Quavo]
Bad Mona Lisa (bad)
Slide with my people (skrrt skrrt)
Pink slip for the ride (skrrt skrrt)
But what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes (dimes), no cosigns (no cosigns)
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater, did my own grinds, yeah (grinds)

[Hook: Takeoff & Quavo]
What’s the price? (What’s the price? price is going up, prices)
Hold on (price, going up yeah)
The bitch bad, I slide, skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt (going up)
Hold on (woo woo woo, price, yeah!)

Migos – T-Shirt lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Takeoff]
Young nigga poppin’ with a pocket full of cottage (ayy)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin’ at your noggin (ayy)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Niggas pocket watchin’, so I gotta keep the rocket (grrah)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Neck water faucet, mockingbirds mocking (woo)
Act pint, stocking, nats keep thotting (nat)
Wrist on hockey, wrist on rocky (rocky)
Lotta niggas copy, name someone can stop me (no one)
Bitches call me papi, ‘sace that’s my hobby (‘sace)
Scotty on the molly, pocket rocket from O’Reilly
One off in the chamber, ain’t no need for me to cock it (uh)
Niggas get to droppin’ when that Draco get to poppin’ (frrr)
All I want is cottage, roll a cigar full of broccoli (the cookie)
No check, want all cash, nigga, I don’t do deposits (uh-uh)
Bitches cross the border, nigga, bitches from the tropics
I’ma get that bag, nigga, ain’t no doubt about it (yup)
I’ma feed my family, nigga, ain’t no way around it (family)
Ain’t gon’ never let up nigga, God said show my talent (show it)
Young nigga with the Anna, walkin’ with the hammer
Talkin’ country grammar, nigga
Straight out Nawf Atlanta (Nawf side)

[Pre-Chorus: Takeoff]
Young nigga poppin’ with a pocket full of cottage (ayy)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin’ at your noggin (ayy)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Niggas pocket watchin’, so I gotta keep the rocket (ayy)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Mama told you
Mama told me not to sell work
Mama told you
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
1995, 2005
Seen it with my eyes, dope still alive (dope)
Real mob ties, real frog eyes (frog)
Real whole pies, all-time high (high)
Do it for the culture (culture)
They gon’ bite like vultures (vultures)
Way back when I was trappin’ out Toyotas (skrrt skrrt)
I’ma hit the gas, 12 can’t pull me over (twelve)
Space coupe, Quavo Yoda, pourin’ drank in sodas

[Verse 3: Offset]
I get high on my own, sir, heard you gon’ clone, sir
Stop all that flexin’, young nigga don’t wanna go there
Never been a gopher, but I always been a soldier
Young niggas in the cut, posted like a vulture
Divin’ off the stage in the crowd, it’s a mosh pit
Yeah, shawty bad, but she broke ’cause she don’t own shit
Mama asked me, “Son, when the trappin’ gon’ quit?”
I been ridin’ round through the city in my new bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Takeoff]
Young nigga poppin’ with a pocket full of cottage (ayy)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin’ at your noggin (ayy)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Niggas pocket watchin’, so I gotta keep the rocket (ayy)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)
Mama told you, mama told you

Migos – Out Yo Way lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
I wanna say, you always going out your way
Cancel all your plans, you will understand
You probably got your hands full, whatever goal you pursue
All this pain, we can live through it, it’s called success

[Hook: Quavo]
You always going out your way
You always dropping off your flav, yeah
You always going out your way
You never ask me to repay, no
You always going out your way, yeah yeah, ooh
You always going out your way, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I won’t ask the bitch unless she goin’ to get it
It might take a minute, but she’ll be sure to get it
Just to pass the test, I won’t act the best
I got Actavis, there’s nothing I can’t ask the bitch, no
Not one missed call, no missed calls, hell nah, nah
She got a man, can’t get involved, no, nah, nah
She still going all ways every time I call
We gonna ball today, aye, we gonna ball tomorrow
I put this weight on like I put a cape on
Now that this fame came, I can see the hate on you
Mama told me stay strong, grandma told me stay on
Now she looking down, throwin’ blessings

[Hook: Quavo]
You always going out your way
You always dropping off your flav, yeah
You always going out your way
You never ask me to repay, no
You always going out your way, yeah yeah, ooh
You always going out your way, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Go out your way and come out
Go out your way to mom’s house
Go out your way, so out your way
You going out your way to come back around
You go out your way, you keep cool
You go out your way, you break rules
Go out your way, so out your way
You’re going out your way, you can’t lose
Vacay trips to Cancun, spaceships, trips to the moon
Never likes to tell the truth
Head full of hair, but the cat well groomed
Plan a trip to Peru (plan it), charter jet, me and you
You going out your way, way out your way
So I had to do this for you
Jackpot, hit the right spot, so she had to get a tattoo
It’s some dirt and hurt, but ain’t perfect
And she gone always, come through
Hold me down, either good or bad
Never switch or act brand new
Go out your way and wasn’t told to
So I made this song just for you

[Hook: Quavo]
You always going out your way
You always dropping off your flav, yeah
You always going out your way
You never ask me to repay, no
You always going out your way, yeah, yeah, ooh
You always going out your way, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Offset]
I put my heart and my soul in it
Get to the money, then double it
All of these bitches, they loving me
But you had my back from the other beef (yeah)
She bending over, back for me
Made a deal that you wouldn’t cross, lie to me
It was so many people that doubted me
Shit talk, shit talk, bullets start to let off
Jack Frost, Jack Frost, wrist cost a whole house
Blast off, blast off, my career gon’ blast off
We don’t need y’all, want y’all, we don’t have to ask y’all
I been fucking on the gnats, nigga, all day
Ride through the city, yeah, the ball way
We was trappin’, cappin’ all through the hallway
Everybody said that we would fall away
Nobody thought that we would go up
But we blew up, blew up, blew up
Fuckin’ on a thot on the tour bus
Going out your way for the two of us

[Hook: Quavo]
You always going out your way
You always dropping off your flav, yeah
You always going out your way
You never ask me to repay, no
You always going out your way, yeah, yeah, ooh
You always going out your way, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah

Migos – Get Right Witcha lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah

[Hook: Quavo]
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss ’em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up, fuck the system (fuck ’em)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Goin’ to Chi-land with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to God my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em, please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God, he saved my life from kick doors (God!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

[Hook: Quavo]
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss ’em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up, fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

[Verse 2: Offset]
In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceilin’ light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie, yeah, that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds, yeah, they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it
Count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it
Thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m O-Dog from Menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the Lord, forgive me (hey)

[Hook: Quavo]
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss ’em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up, fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Pop me a missile (ayy)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Whole gang itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lenny
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail ’em
Which way? Dat way, tell ’em, ayy

[Hook: Quavo]
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss ’em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up, fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Migos – Deadz lyrics

(feat. 2 Chainz)

[Produced by: Cardo]

[Intro: Migos]
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Fresh out, outta the bed, count up the deadz (bow, bow)
We heard what you said, we heard what you said
If I wasn’t trappin’, I’d be wrappin’ up them bundles
If I wasn’t rappin’, I’d be trappin’ out the condos (know I’m sayin’)
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas (know I’m sayin’)
No forreal, no cap, I keep a sack like Sapp and Tucker (sacks)
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble (think about it)
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble (gone)

[Pre-Hook: Migos]
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, 2 Chainz!
Gang bang, slang ‘caine, heroin, half a ton
“Purple Haze”, Cam’ron
Plays off a Samsung, get the job done
If I go jog at night, yeah, call it a mall run
You know what I did last night, ’cause I gave her all ones
You niggas in trouble, rock chains by the double
Got dames by the double, do everything but cuddle
Might buy a bowling alley, I got money out the gutter
Fully automatic, and it don’t don’t stutter (rra!)

[Pre-Hook: Migos]
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Hop out the bed and I’m countin’ them faces
I jump out the whip and them bitches start faintin’
No twenties or fifties, just Benjamin Franklins
Block on lock, call me Kurt Angle
I keep the banger, my brother, my partner
Don’t fuck with no strangers, they tryna get famous
I put the hood on my back
When these niggas couldn’t do nothing but love it
But niggas still hated
No they ain’t real but these niggas gon’ fake it
If they got a problem, my niggas gon’ straighten it
Niggas debatin’, they hatin’, they plottin’, they waitin’
They want my ice, tell ’em come take it
Have people tell me that I couldn’t make it
Now I’m doin’ shows outta state in the nations
My momma told me I gotta stay humble
But don’t be too ready, you gotta have patience

[Verse 4: Offset]
Droppin’ them bangers, bangers, bangers
Double cup stuffed full Texas Ranger
One in the chamber
I shoot a hundred round clip like Wilt Chamberlain
Go to the top and I’m gon’ bring the gang in
Bitch, do anything to get famous
My wrist cost me a brick and it’s frigid
I’m rich, but I did not let it change me
Statistics say that you niggas ain’t gangsta

[Pre-Hook: Migos]
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble

Migos – Danger lyrics

(feat. Marshmello)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Tryna get demons up outta me (demons)
Turn to a beast, eat your arteries (beast)
Deceasing opponents so properly (opponent)
Unleashing the dark side what got to me (dark)
We come to take this shit over (hey)
Foot on the gas, hear the motor (skrrt)
Switchin’ my thoughts, I’m bipolar (woo)
I stare in the eyes of a cobra (sss)
Say you want smoke, come get it (come on)
You wanna play dumb, I’m wit’ it (wit’ it)
I’m about to take over the city (hey)
I came with my committee, gang with it (gang)
Came for the bag and the profit (bag)
Lookin’ for the wave when we got it (wave)
Nigga, you ain’t scare nobody (boo)
Bop-bop, that’s a whole body (bop)

[Pre-Chorus: Quavo]
Cold case, cold-cold case
On the dark side, if you keep cold, it’s a cold case
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case
In my right mind, I can ride right ’til I road rage
Cold-cold case, cold case
Skeleton on my left wrist, in that soul place
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case
On my knees, thanking God that he got me through the pain

[Chorus: Quavo]
Danger, danger
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Believer, believer
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Run through the money, no Visa
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Searchin’ for the bag and the prize (bag)
On a mission lookin’ for them bad guys
Can’t run no play over my head, I’m real wise
Look at his eyes, wide, think he traumatized
Take me as a joke, I’ma hang ’em on the rope (rope)
‘Cause where I’m from, we don’t play like that on nawf side (no)
Better not freeze ’cause we know you’re gon’ choke (choke)
Talk behind my back but your shots backfired
I know you tried but you never could survive
I see the fear that’s in your eyes (eyes)
Run like Forrest, they tryna hide
They criticize in disguise (criticize)
They know I can only tell the truth (truth)
They know all you do is tell lies (lies)
I’m about to take over the city, tell me you just with it
‘Cause I know my squad gon’ ride (ride)

[Pre-Chorus: Quavo]
Cold case, cold-cold case
On the dark side, if you keep cold, it’s a cold case
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case
In my right mind, I can ride right ’til I road rage
Cold-cold case, cold case
Skeleton on my left wrist, in that soul place
Cold-cold case, cold-cold case
On my knees, thanking God that he got me through the pain

[Chorus: Quavo]
Danger, danger
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Believer, believer
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Run through the money, no Visa
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal

[Bridge: Offset]
Come on, say you want smoke come get it (wit’ it)
You wanna play dumb, I’m with it (gang, gang, bag)
Lookin’ for the wave when we got it (wave)
Bop-bop, that’s a whole body (bop)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Danger, danger
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Believer, believer
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Run through the money, no Visa
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal
Danger, danger
I don’t fit in, I’m a stranger
Believer, believer
I can take out all the evil
Empowerment to all my people
I can prove to you I’m a leader
Run through the money, no Visa
Forgive me ’cause my life illegal

Migos – Culture lyrics

(feat. DJ Khaled)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
They try to play us, they play themselves
(808 Mafia) This the intro
For all you fuckboys that ever doubted the Migos
You played yourself! (Another one)
Fuckboy, bow down

[Hook: Takeoff & DJ Khaled]
Spin off in the coupe, typhoon (skrt skrt)
I act an ass, baboon
Wrappin’ that dope, cocoon
Young rich nigga in the room
Finesse a nigga, no raccoon
Spendin’ M&M’s in June
Took a trip to Cancun
CULTURE album comin’ soon (Another one)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Yeah, I bought the Benz off the lot
Just to give your ho a lift
I’m havin’ the sauce in the refrigerator
Just make sure you bring the chips
Ayy, it’s a fuck nigga in the back
Just look at him, look at him plot
He prolly think it’s a club light
But really it’s the red dot

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Fucked a bitch and hit the lot
Nigga fumblin’ with the pot
I broke my wrist in the pot
Hit the block, brought back a knot
JJ Watt is on the block (woop woop)
Kept me runnin’ from the cops
Don’t buy the car, we want the lot (skrt skrt)
I need everything in stock
Act pints in the attic
Pussy niggas puttin’ on an act (act)
Fucked the bitch and broke her back
I fucked the bitch and gave her back
Thumbin’ through a hundred
Thumbin’ through a hundred racks
Know you ain’t one hundred
Your chain might get snatched
I wanna whip up some pies today
How many niggas gon’ ride today?
How many niggas gon’ slide and grab on they nine
When I say it’s time to slay?
Jump in the crowd and get live today
Heard you talkin’ through the wire today
I’ma pull up with that fire, aim at his eye
I bet he gon’ die today

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Yeah, screw that lil’ tip on that dirty lil’ Uzi (yeah)
I put a seven in a thot coochie (yeah)
Niggas get money, don’t know how to use it (yeah)
I whipped up the babies, Harambe, abused it

[Verse 4: Offset]
The value went up in the stocks
Tired of runnin’ from the cops (12)
Pourin’ lean on the rocks (mud)
Mink fur, that’s a fox (vrrt)
Quarter million in the vault (quarter K)
I’ma let the semi talk (whole K)
Now he swimmin’ with the dolphins
Perky got me feelin’ nauseous
Don’t come around with the nonsense (uh-uh)

[Outro: DJ Khaled]
CULTURE
How the fuck you fuckboys ain’t gon’ act
Like Migos ain’t reppin’ the culture?
They rep the culture from the streets
Fuckboy, bow down
CULTURE album soon come
Another one

[Hook: Takeoff & DJ Khaled]
Spin off in the coupe, typhoon (skrt skrt)
I act an ass, baboon
Wrappin’ that dope, cocoon
Young rich nigga in the room
Finesse a nigga, no raccoon
Spendin’ M&M’s in June
Took a trip to Cancun
CULTURE album comin’ soon (Another one)

Migos – Call Casting lyrics

[Intro: Takeoff]
Yeah, trap shit
No, no, no, no, no, no

[Hook: Takeoff]
Up early in the morning trappin’
You can get ’em how you askin’
How many chickens? You can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s
I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion
I dab in the latest fashion (eat it up)
Bitches need a call castin’ (yeah)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Act (Act!)
Put the backends in the back
Draco on me, it’s attached
Name a nigga with the pack
Name a nigga with the sack
Elem’ o’clock, I got the MAC (MAC)
She eat the molly like a snack (eat it up)
This gold on my neck a plaque
Bando Shane’s Rib Shack (eat it up)
Rob the plug if he tax (tax)
Sip the lean and relax (drink it up)
Park the Lamb in the back (skrt, skrt)
Big dog, you a cat (cat)
Rich in the matte black (skrt, skrt)
Twenty hoes to be exact (yeah)
I need ten, that’s a dime
Want a nickel, that’s a five
One to fly, one to slide
One to glide, ain’t got time
Put a thirty on my .9
For a nigga out of line
Mama cryin’, niggas dyin’
Wonder why I done gripped the fire, yeah

[Hook: Takeoff]
Up early in the morning trappin’
You can get ’em how you askin’ (ask)
How many chickens? You can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion
I dab in the latest fashion (eat it up)
Bitches need a call castin’ (yeah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Brr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr-rr
Pot (skrr skrr)
Niggas tried to send a thot
That’s the only way to plot
Klay Thomp’, corner shot (brrr)
Eight-ball, corner pocket (ayy)
White boys in the game
Call ’em Andy Milonakis (yeah)
He won’t hesitate to shoot ’em
Private jet to Bermuda (woo)
I knew I been had sauce (who)
‘Cause I was fuckin’ on my tutor (who)
Truck backin’ up the dually
A hundred pounds out the cooler
Came from a Cup O’ Noodles
I fucked the game, Kama Sutra
I got M’s on my mind
I got boulders in my time
Put a model bitch on coco
Told her read between the lines (coco)
J’s out there snitchin’, yeah
Heard it through the vine (J’s)
Packin’ up the kitchen
Think I ran out of time, yeah

[Hook: Takeoff]
Up early in the morning trappin’
You can get ’em how you askin’ (ask)
How many chickens? You can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion
I dab in the latest fashion (eat it up)
Bitches need a call castin’ (yeah)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Woo woo woo woo woo, packs
I paid the ticket, get you whacked (brrr)
I chop the brick with the axe (hey)
The cookie smellin’ like a casket (cookie)
I’m sellin’ crack in my Rafs
Put the addy in the nav
He steady poppin’, know it’s cap
I hit the jungle, then adapt (rarr)
30 thousand on the couch (30 bars!)
All my bitches from an app
Instagram and the Snaps
I bet a hundred on the craps
I’m good on shawty, do without (ooh)
She fucking niggas for the check
I’ma only get the mouth
Hop out a Lambo, Corsa on a bitch (skrt)
I poured a four, Actavis (Act)
Walk in Goyard, got a bag for my bitch
Won’t give a kiss ’cause I know you suck dick (mwah)
Spent you a hundred, Philippe on your wrist (Patek)
Twenty-five pointers, one fist (points)
Twenty-five bitches on list (twenty-five)
Kel-tec, rubber band grip (brrr)

[Hook: Takeoff]
Up early in the morning trappin’
You can get ’em how you askin’ (ask)
How many chickens? You can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion
I dab in the latest fashion (eat it up)
Bitches need a call castin’ (yeah)

Migos – Brown Paper Bag lyrics

[Intro: Offset]
Hah (know what I mean), pussy
Fuck all these niggas man
Yeah, we havin’ this shit too, nigga
Yeah, young nigga havin’ this money and shit
You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout? Yeah, yeah for real

[Hook: Offset]
Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash)
Smashing your hoe on the low and she callin’ me dad (smash, dad, smash)
Cuffing that bitch, when she fucking, you going out sad (sad, huh, sad)
I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash
That’s your main bitch?, I was fucking her first (smash)
Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur (hey)
Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose
These bitches went missing when I was just hurtin’ (these bitches went missing, where, where?)
I put your bitch on the Xan then put her on Perkys (xanny xanny, perky perky)
That was a part of the plan, get millions is workin’

[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset!
I’m ’bout to sign your bitch (sign her)
Let me remind ya bitch (remind ya)
I am a walkin’ lick (lick)
But I am with the shits (I’m with it)
Click, click, click, click, shoot and I sprung my wrist (bla)
Money is over a bitch (money)
Go to the mall in a Bentley (wwrrr)
Money is bigger than Winfrey’s
Sippin’ codeine out a Simply’s
I do not fuck with the enemy (no!)
30,000 to the dentist
Drums, thirty extensions (30)
We pull up where we got no (bidness)
We fuckin’ these stars for fitness
Bankrolls are large, you feel me? (large)
I’ma go get me a bag (bag)
They gon’ be bitter and mad (mad)
They already know it’s a fact (they know)
Go to the show with a gat

[Hook: Offset]
Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash)
Smashing your hoe on the low and she callin’ me dad (smash, dad, smash)
Cuffing that bitch, when she fucking, you going out sad (sad, huh, sad)
I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash
That’s your main bitch?, I was fucking her first (smash)
Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur (hey)
Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose (flex)
These bitches went missing when I was just hurtin’ (these bitches went missing, where, where?)
I put your bitch on the Xan then put her on Perkys (xanny xanny, perky perky)
That was a part of the plan, get millions is workin’

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Quavo
I put your bitch on Henny, on Henny and Coca (coca)
You saying your wrist is rocky, well I got some boulders (Rocky Balboa)
Ice on my neck, cold shoulder (ice)
You talkin’ ’bout modern day rap, but don’t know the CULTURE
50 bands in the motor (bands)
12 can’t pull me over (skrr)
Snowball, think it’s polar
Hotline, Motorola (brrrt)
Fancy bitches, go get the bag, the baddest bitches (bad)
Age of 23, I was in the magazine, the Forbes edition (Forbes)
Brown paper bag (oh)
When you get it make sure you count your racks (racks racks whoo)

[Hook: Offset]
Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash)
Smashing your hoe on the low and she calling me dad (smash, dad, smash)
Cuffing that bitch, when she fucking, you going out sad (sad, huh, sad)
I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash
That’s your main bitch, I was fucking her first (smash)
Go grab the Margielas, right there with the fur (hey)
Flexing on purpose, flexing on purpose (flex)
These bitches went missing when I was just hurting (these bitches went missing, where, where?)
I put your bitch on the Xan then put on her Perkys (xanny xanny, perky perky)
This was a part of the plan, get millions is working

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Brown paper bag (bag)
Wad full of cash (cash)
Paparazzi flash
Jeweler gave me glass (splash)
Never look back at my past
Sip slow and live fast (Actavis)
I ended up in first place but I swore a nigga started last (I swear)
I was born empty-handed but a nigga knew I had to get a bag (knew it)
I was raised by my mama, so a nigga never really had a dad (never)
Remember that lick we had hit? (yup)
Broke in and we found the stash (okay)
20K right by the stand (20k)
Wrapped up in a brown paper bag (ah man)
That wasn’t part of the plan (had to)
Take out the tape from the cam (here)
No evidence on who I am (nah)
‘Cause I can’t afford to get jammed (uh-uh)
Cuffin’ bitches, I don’t stand ’em (nobody)
All my bitches, yeah, I share ’em (bitch)
Fuck ’em, but you gotta pay ’em (pay up)
Break the bread up with the fam

Migos – Big On Big lyrics

[Intro: Takeoff]
Big on big
Big on big
Big on big

[Hook: Takeoff]
If you havin’ paper and I’m havin’ paper
How you gon’ big on big?
If you havin’ neighbors and I’m havin’ acres
How you gon’ big on big?
If I got the Draco and you got the Sig
How you gon’ big on big?
If I’m trappin’ that gas, you trappin’ that mid
How you gon’ big on big?
If I pull out a dub, you pull out a ten
How you gon’ big on big?
If your bitch is a five, my bitch is a ten
How you gon’ big on big?
You drivin’ a Jag, I’m pushin’ a Benz
How you gon’ big on big?
What you talkin’ about? We done been did
How you gon’ big on big?

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
How you gon’ big on big?
How you go Sig on Driz?
How you pour one up the seal?
How you gon’ do what I did?
Nigga don’t know how it feel
How you gon’ say you is real?
Nigga lyin’ sayin’ he havin’ Act’ seal
But we both know that ain’t real
Nigga lyin’ ’bout a quarter mill
He ain’t touch it or know how it feel
Nigga talkin’ ’bout they independent
Turned around and 360 the deal
Nigga walkin’ ’round with 30s on them
But they know they ain’t ready to kill
All my niggas havin’ cookie bags
Vacuum sealed and ready to sell
M&M in the mail, I done took a lot of L’s
Hundred niggas with the shells, goin’ big, whale
Pullin’ out V12, pickin’ up a plate at Kelz

[Verse 2: Quavo]
(Can’t go big on big)
We the biggest shit poppin’, wrist water, no faucet
Bando to a mansion, you havin’ condo status
Can’t go big and braggin’, havin’ real big passion
Ever since I was a lil boy, yeah, I’m havin’ Huncho status
Can’t compare to this, I’m takin’ all the risks
Know how to solve a problem, know how to sell a brick
You might be poppin’ them bottles, I’m poppin’ them bottles and models
You might be ridin’ American, my whips is foreign, the throttles
You tryna go big on big?, stop it
I put a big.. hole… in your pocket
They say they ridin’ around the city broke
That’s ’cause they tryna keep up with the ‘cho (keep up!)
Eyes closed, whippin’ it blind fold
She get on that blow, get bi-polar
Six cell phones and I ain’t social
Still goin’ big, cup like Magnolia

[Hook: Takeoff]
If you havin’ paper and I’m havin’ paper
How you gon’ big on big?
If you havin’ neighbors and I’m havin’ acres
How you gon’ big on big?
If I got the Draco and you got the Sig
How you gon’ big on big?
If I’m trappin’ that gas, you trappin’ that mid
How you gon’ big on big?
If I pull out a dub, you pull out a ten
How you gon’ big on big?
If your bitch is a five, my bitch is a ten
How you gon’ big on big?
You drivin’ a Jag, I’m pushin’ a Benz
How you gon’ big on big?
What you talkin’ about? We done been did
How you gon’ big on big?

[Verse 3: Offset]
How you gon’… flex on the squad?
When you know… the bag is large?
Where were you.. when times was hard?
It’s pitiful, how you gon’ big when we extra large?
Four car garage…. two bad broads
I don’t flex or floss…. I’m a rockstar
With no guitar, Lambo avatar (Lambo)
Sippin’ on some tar (Act) I’m livin’ above the bar
Wrist on froze, wrist on froze (ice)
Your lil’ hoe… been my hoe (smash smash)
Green Lambo… Piccolo (skrr skrr)
Diamonds drippin’ on me, Nickelodeon (splash)
You goin’ too big, you talkin’ ’bout money, you bother me
(you makin’ me sick)
I own all of my cars, jewelry, and I got property
(I got some property)
Building these houses in places, I’m playing Monopoly
Please do not talk to me
You don’t do nothin’, you obsolete

[Hook: Takeoff]
If you havin’ paper and I’m havin’ paper
How you gon’ big on big?
If you havin’ neighbors and I’m havin’ acres
How you gon’ big on big?
If I got the Draco and you got the Sig
How you gon’ big on big?
If I’m trappin’ that gas, you trappin’ that mid
How you gon’ big on big?
If I pull out a dub, you pull out a ten
How you gon’ big on big?
If your bitch is a five, my bitch is a ten
How you gon’ big on big?
You drivin’ a Jag, I’m pushin’ a Benz
How you gon’ big on big?
What you talkin’ about? We done been did
How you gon’ big on big?

[Outro: Quavo]
Can’t go big on big
Can’t go big on big
Can’t go big on big
Can’t go big on big

DJ Shadow – Systematic lyrics

(feat. Nas)

(Silicon Valley Soundtrack)

[Verse 1: Nas]
The system will defeat itself
Nothing stays in a steady state, it overheats and melts
It only feeds itself, the system
Yo, I think it exists just because, like a pit eats its pups
Eats its own litter up
The system’s fucked, it’s corrupt
It’s for its own survival, it’s genocidal
No place or origin, no beginning cycle
Let’s occupy all streets
It’s crazy to think in the ’80s
I wanted minks, and a Benz to listen to Michael
And Grand Puba Maxwell and get cash while
I’m sippin’ on drinks
In Nike sweatsuits and Gucci links
I’m like a Russian mob figure, I’m mad low
In the shadows, big up to Shadow
DJ Shadow arose to throw blows
Can’t see me but Nas moving the fastest
I’m a 3D movie, no need of glasses
I’m a 3D movie, no need of glasses

[Chorus: Nas]
Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen
Try to feel what I’m saying
To make you feel is my new expression
Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen
Try to feel what I’m saying
To make you feel is my new expression

[Post-Chorus: Nas]
Systematic
Systematic

[Verse 2: Nas]
I wish I was an arms dealer to sell illegal arms in the hood
No backup check, put cash in my palms and we good
Lack of respect get you to fall where you stood
Mathematics is God’s language, it’s in my blood
Art, music, letters and numbers
I’m a vessel, I’m humble
Meeting startups, I invest if I want to
Transforming global markets with all of my partners
Methodical corporate culture, straight out the projects
What’s the ingredients to the realest?
Place two cups of cranberry in the skillet
A half a cup of water, add some Henny
Let it cook for eight minutes, but you ain’t finished
Let it simmer ’til the cranberry pop a little—keep stirring, sip it
It’s art like Keith Haring
It gets in your blood, you start to feel what I’m feeling
Don’t listen, just try to feel what I’m feeling

[Chorus: Nas]
Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen
Try to feel what I’m saying
To make you feel is my new expression
Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen
Try to feel what I’m saying
To make you feel is my new expression

[Post-Chorus: Nas]
Systematic, uh
Systematic

[Outro]
World first
Remember the past
Cherish the present and work for tomorrow
The time is now
*scratching* Time is now

DJ Shadow – Horror Show lyrics

(feat. Danny Brown)

[Verse 1]
I’m Einstein
Off two lines and moonshine
Too lit, hit two bitches at noontime
Spiritless like prostitutes that steal shit
Limitless when them chemicals mixed
Mentally unfit
I’m physically on tilt
Eyes puffy chasing grants like Horace
Put the D on, no Warwick
Arms I will bear for the porridge
Porshe out the storage
Cayenne truck, watch me floor it
Eating calamari with the swordfish
Penthouse enormous
Doing blow in silk garments
Smoking so much
You would think I had a farm of it
Writing like Shakespeare on the top tier
10 in life bid with his shank near
To be or not to be thats what the question is
A brackhead blacked out off the medicine
Evident I’m heaven sent but hell bent
Two licks, her pussy wetter than whale piss
All getting money know you tell bitch
With a bag of drugs looking like trail mix
On the road to riches got it all mapped out
Doing all these drugs ’til a nigga black out

[Chorus]
Welcome to my horror show
Horrible how I will do all off you
Try the undeniable sire of diabolical
What, welcome to my horror show
What
Welcome to my horror show
Horrible how I will do all off you
Try the undeniable sire of diabolical
What, welcome to my horror show
What, welcome to my horror show

[Verse 2]
They think drugs gon’ . kill me
But these off these drugs on kill you
Snorting on some igloo
Smoking on some mildew
Writing that apocalypse
Stronger than Black Panther fist
No philanthropist
For the scandalous
Drink a can of piss
My manuscript
Can turn an evangelist to satanist
I’m faded with this
Struggle with one another
For faith in it
Devilish acts
Praying I get away with it
Sitting waiting patient
Taking everything that’s sacred
Even your imagination
Can’t think when you’re in hell
‘Bout to lose everything
Like Jack and Jill’s pail
Got a nigga’s brain captured
Like SeaWorld whales
I’m a nigga from the hood
I can see the world well
That’s why I get fucked up
‘Cause I can’t lift up the veil
Can’t look in a mirror
‘Cause I hate myself

[Chorus]
Welcome to my horror show
Horrible how I will do all off you
Try the undeniable sire of diabolical
What, welcome to my horror show
What
Welcome to my horror show
Horrible how I will do all off you
Try the undeniable sire of diabolical
What, welcome to my horror show
What, welcome to my horror show

DJ Shadow – Nobody Speak lyrics

(feat. Run The Jewels)

(Deadpool 2 Soundtrack)

[El-P]
Picture this
I’m a bag of dicks
Put me to your lips
I am sick
I will punch a baby bear in his shit
Give me lip
I’ma send you to the yard, get a stick
Make a switch
I can end a conversation real quick

[Killer Mike]
I am crack
I ain’t lyin’, kick a lion in his crack
I’m the shit, I will fall off in your crib, take a shit
Pinch your momma on the booty
Kick your dog, fuck your bitch
Fat boy dressed up like he’s Santa
And took pictures with your kids

[El-P]
We the best
We will cut a frowny face in your chest, little wench
I’m unmentionably fresh, I’m a mensch, get correct
I will walk into a court while erect, screaming “Yes!
I am guilty, motherfuckers, I am death”

Hey, you wanna hear a good joke?

[Refrain]
Nobody speak, nobody get choked

[El-P]
Get running
Start pumping your bunions, I’m coming
I’m the dumbest, who flamethrow your function to Funyuns
Flame your crew quicker than Trump fucks his youngest
Now face the flame, fuckers, your fame and fate’s done with

[Killer Mike]
I rob Charlie Brown, Peppermint Patty, Linus and Lucy
Put coke in the doobie, roll woolies to smoke with Snoopy
I still remain that dick grabbin’ slacker that spit a loogie
‘Cause the toter of the toolie’ll murder you friggin’ Moolies
Fuck outta here, yeah

[Refrain]
Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey
Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey, hey
Nobody speak
Nobody speak

[El-P]
Only facts, I will shoot a
Baby duck if it quacks, with a Luger
Top billin’, come cops some villainous shots is boxed, shipped out, and bought, and y’all feeling it
El-P killin’ it, Killer Mike killin’ shit

[Killer Mike]
What more can I say? We top billin’ it
Valiant without villainy
Viciously foul victory
Burn towns and villages
Burning, looting. and pillaging

[El-P]
Murderers try to hurt us, we curse them and all their children
I just want the bread and bologna bundles to tuck away
I don’t work for free, I am barely giving a fuck away

[Killer Mike]
So tell beggin’ Johnny and Mommy to get the fuck away
Heyyo here’s a gun, son, now run, get it the gutterway
Live to shoot another day

[Refrain]
Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey
Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey
Nobody speak
Nobody speak
Nobody speak, nobody get choked

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Savage Mode lyrics

[Intro]
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gonna shoot you)
Spent 1000 dollars just to sip (just to sip muddy)
Park that motherfucker in the VIP
I got that motherfucker on my hip
I’ma squeeze (baow)
I’ma squeeze (baow)
We ain’t really with all that internet shit
We ain’t really with that pretending and shit
Come and get your bitch she actin’ friendly and shit
When I get inside that pussy, I be killin’ that shit

[Hook]
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (savage)
Savage on these hoes (woah)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes (woah)
I’m in savage mode (21)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes

[Verse 1]
Cup, woah
Muddy, yo
Hit the yolk
Got the stick, woah
Keep it on me, yah
Knew you got it, yah
One in the head, yah
Bitch I fuckin’ dare
Nigga I double dare
Why the fuck you stare?
Pew-pew, bet you ass don’t stare
Red bottoms, yeah
Bitch watch where you step
I’m in savage mode, cook a nigga like a chef
Ain’t no loyalty, these niggas all for self
All these fuckin’ stripes, I shoulda been a ref

[Hook]
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (savage)
Savage on these hoes (woah)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes (woah)
I’m in savage mode (21)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes (twenniwan)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes

[Verse 2]
All that backstabbin’ turned me to a savage
All that fuckin’ krabbin’ turned me to a savage
Racks inside the mattress turned me to a savage
I turned to a savage bitch, I gotta have it (gotta have it)
Fell asleep in science, I love mathematics (countin’ cash)
Bitch I like to add, bitch I like subtractin’
That chopper flip a nigga like he acrobatic
He don’t want no smoke, he don’t want no static
I’m in savage mode, shit can get tragic
I might toe tag him, I might body bag him
These bitches gettin’ old, I already have ’em
She wanna live lavish, she don’t meet my standards

[Hook]
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (savage)
Savage on these hoes (woah)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes (woah)
I’m in savage mode (21)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes

[Outro]
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gonna shoot you
I’m a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes
I’m in savage mode, I’m in savage mode
I’m in savage mode, I’m in savage mode
I’m a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes…

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Bad Guy lyrics

[Intro]
I’m a fuckin’ bad guy nigga
Murder Gang nigga
Two guns up

[Bridge]
I’m poppin’ ain’t I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain’t I
(21, 21)
I’m poppin’ ain’t I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain’t it
She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin’ ain’t it
Diamonds dancin’ on a nigga, playin’ hockey ain’t I
(Bling-blaow-blaow-blaow)

[Verse 1]
Run up a check and I bag and I fuck it, I love it
She lickin’ and lickin’ and suckin’ I love her
Motherfuck a wedding bitch I’m a dog
Motherfuck a label, bitch I’m a boss
Wiping, I’m swiping, niggas stealin’ sauce
Came from the mud, nigga paid the cost
Hundred thousand cash, hid it in the lawn
It ain’t bout a bag, I don’t wanna talk

[Hook]
(21, 21, 21)
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
I fucked his baby moms he’s a mad guy
Nigga you ain’t gettin’ no money, you a sad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Hundred round drum, I’m a bad guy
Blow this bitch up like Osama, I’m a bad guy

[Verse 2]
I’ma do the dash when I back out
I’m a rich nigga, I can’t take the trash out
Better cuff your bitch I brought my cash out
Nigga better watch they mouth cause I’ll spazz out
Catch a nigga down bad and I’ll air it out
Bitch I rep that Murder Gang and we’ll clear it out
Catch a nigga main bitch and we gon’ shell out
And she so fine, I love the way that booty spread out
And you know I keep that Glock with the red dot
Shoot a nigga in his face, he ain’t bad now

[Hook]
(21, 21)
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
I fucked his baby moms he’s a mad guy
Nigga you ain’t gettin’ no money, you a sad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Hundred round drum, I’m a bad guy
Blow this bitch up like Osama, I’m a bad guy

[Bridge]
I’m poppin’ ain’t I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain’t I
(21, 21)
I’m poppin’ ain’t it
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain’t I
She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin’ ain’t it

[Bridge]
I’m poppin’ ain’t I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain’t I
(21, 21)
I’m poppin’ ain’t I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain’t I
She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin’ ain’t it
Diamonds dancin’ on a nigga, playin’ hockey ain’t I
Diamonds dancin’ on a nigga, playin’ hockey ain’t I

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Feel It lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now first of all where I’m supposed to start
When I first met you man another nigga had your heart
But, I’ma player so you know a playa played his part
Smooth talkin’, conversation took a nigga broad
I’m on the road doin’ shows, seem like we fell apart
She think a nigga fuckin’ groupies, I’m just grindin’ hard
Your family said we wouldn’t last, but we beat the odds
Bonnie and Clyde, she was with a nigga stealin’ cars
These streets so dirty, I just want someone who really there
Can’t fake love, I just want someone who really care
Be loyal to me, want somebody I ain’t gotta share
Open your eyes, baby girl, real niggas rare
All my dog ways, had to put ’em in a kennel
I’m a savage to these niggas, but to her I’m gentle
I’m a savage to these niggas, but to her I’m gentle
I’m just sippin’ on this mud, you was on my mental

[Hook]
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air

[Verse 2]
I can feel it in the air, I’ma grab her by her hair
I’ma fuck her like a bear, I’ma fuck her like a bear
Red bottoms on her, yeah
Buy her Gucci, Fendi, yeah
She too stiff on niggas, yeah
She gon’ make these niggas stare
I’ma fuck her with no condom
I’ma let her meet my momma
I’ma take her out that Honda
I’ma put her in the foreign
Spoiled, she ain’t got no patience
She gon’ have these bitches hatin’
Got them diamonds on me skatin’
Got them diamonds on her skatin’
Everywhere we go we clean
She want me to quit that lean
Baby, I can’t quit that lean
Put a ring around codeine
Everywhere we go we clean
She want me to quit that lean
Baby, I can’t quit that lean
Put a ring around codeine

[Hook]
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air

KILLY – Track 2 [LOST FILES] lyrics

(feat. JUGHOUSE JOHNNY)

[Chorus: KILLY]
I get whatever I want
I get whatever, don’t care (none)
Feel like the man of the month (month)
Feel like the man of the year (year)
I get whatever I want
I get whatever, don’t care
Feel like the man of the month (month)
I feel like the man of the year (year)

[Verse: KILLY]
Should have taken a year
How could you go over there
You should just stay over there (what)
God damn, you cannot compare
Looked at the man in the mirror
Walk out, they stopping and stare
Do you see the lair?
Do you see the lair?
IPhone, group chat (yeah)
Every man got a stack (stack)
I just buy any app (app)
Credit card, no max (no max)

[Verse: JUGHOUSE JOHNNY]
I got your bitch in pyjamas
Fuck, is she holding my llama?
Take her to Casino Rama (yeah)
Take her to Casino Rama (yeah)
Hey, I gotta bitch named “Monica”
And she blow like harmonicas
And she blowin’ on my niggas
And she blowin’ on my niggas
I can’t have broke bitches texting me (broke bitches)
I can’t have broke bitches next to me (broke bitches)
I’m in the Hills with Beverly (in the hills)
Big booty bitches named Beverly
I gotta hit all those commas
I got more money, more problems (problems)
Hit the city, I got two blitches
Then I wake up and fuck two bitches (two)
New trap, got two pictures
[?]
Everyday, fucking new women

[Chorus: KILLY]
I get whatever I want
I get whatever, don’t care
Feel like the man of the month
Feel like the man of the year
I get whatever I want
I get whatever, don’t care
Feel like the man of the month
I feel like the man of the year

[Verse: JUGHOUSE JOHNNY]
Full speed, I [?]
Do the dash, fuck the cops in the rear
Chandelier, my neck and my ear
She give me head when I swerve and I steer
Styrofoam cup, when I cheer
Sippin’ lean, not beer
Feel like the man, of the month
Feel like the man, of the year

[Outro: KILLY & JUGHOUSE JOHNNY]
I get whatever I want (I feel like the man)
Feel like the man of the month (I feel like the man)
I get whatever I want (I feel like the man)
Feel like the man of the month
I feel like the man of the year
I feel like the man of the year
Hey, give me head when I steer
Yeah, I feel like the man of the year
Yeah, I feel like the man

[produced by: 2AM]

Juice WRLD – In This Bitch lyrics

(feat. Lil Bibby)

[Intro]
Mega, you played that boy

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Lil Bibby]
I-I-I been boolin’ with my team in this bitch
Mix the ‘Xanny with the lean in this bitch
Things ain’t really what they seem in this bitch
Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch
I been boolin’ with my team in this bitch
Mix the ‘Xanny with the lean in this bitch
Things ain’t really what they seem in this bitch (ayy, look, say it)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD & Lil Bibby]
I remember I was down on my dick
Got Versace on my nuts, tell that bitch check my drip
Now lil’ shawty kill ’em dead, but I really like her lips
Fuck her dead, I’ma fuck her face an’ put her in a Lyft
Sorry, I ain’t sorry, that’s just how it is
Drove her crazy, now she seein’ a psychiatrist
I been ballin’ so damn hard, I need a scholarship
Runnin’ out of drugs, I need to see a pharmacist
Took too many drugs, I think my plug love me
Pretty nigga even though they too ugly
Feel like Mitus, I get golden, don’t touch me
I be on the [?], yeah, you know it’s still bussin’

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch
I been boolin’ with my team in this bitch
Mix the ‘Xanny with the lean in this bitch
Things ain’t really what they seem in this bitch
Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch
I been boolin’ with my team in this bitch
Mix the ‘Xanny with the lean in this bitch
Things ain’t really what they seem in this bitch

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD & Lil Bibby]
Keep a couple bank rolls, they stay with me
That bitch not from here, she speakin’ Japanse
An’ I’m frontin’, she not from here, she from Italy
Kick ’em out the crib, bitch, this is not Airbnb
I’m the one who hit that mini-man so I brought my semi in
Got your bitch on [?], I’m with Juice, he hit her friend
Yeah I’ma hit her, then I’m gonna fuck her sister
Run up on me, get hit up
Choppa put you on the ground, can’t get picked up
They find you out back of the woods if we think you switched up
I [?] like a pack of Woods, he want me get [?] up
Choppa face the frame if he can’t get the picture
She gon’ give me brain ’cause she know I’m that nigga

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch
I been boolin’ with my team in this bitch
Mix the ‘Xanny with the lean in this bitch
Things ain’t really what they seem in this bitch
Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch
I been boolin’ with my team in this bitch
Mix the ‘Xanny with the lean in this bitch
Things ain’t really what they seem in this bitch

[produced by: MegaBeats]

Lil Pump – Next lyrics

(feat. Rich The Kid)

[Intro: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid]
Everybody know I’m next
Hundred thousand on my neck
Know I’m sayin’? The flex way
I be runnin’ up a check
Lil Pump
I be fuckin’ on your ex
Everybody know I’m next
Know I’m sayin’? The money way
Ooh, Lil Pump! Lil Pump! Lil Pump!
I spent ten thousand on a Gucci belt

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid]
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (re)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (what?)
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh (yeah)
I be fuckin’ on your ex, ooh (what)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (your bitch)
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (huh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (what? what? what?)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
I be ridin’ in a ‘Rari, ooh
I be poppin’ hella molly, yeah
Thirty Brinks to the lobby
Five bitches on me, give me sloppy toppy, ooh
Everybody wanna be me, ooh
Ice water and some Fiji, yuh
Ice water and some kiwi, ooh
Lil Pump stay geekin’, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Pump whippin’ like a chef, ooh
Takin’ off in a jet, ooh
Everybody know I flex, ooh

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid]
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be fuckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (what?)
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (huh)
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (ooh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Fuck that lil’ bitch and I tell her to pack it
Blow ten racks on the jacket
Pull out a Maybach, smash it (yeah)
You rappers ain’t got it or cap it (cap it)
You ride the wave like a jetski
I just cashed out on an AP (yuh)
Look at my neck, ooh
I took your bitch, she on the jet too (your bitch)
I trap in the Hills with no service (trap)
She wanna pop a lil’ Perky (what?)
Pussy too good, ooh
Bust in her mouth, fuck on your couch too
I’m tired of flexin’ (flex)
Saint Laurent, you work at Giuseppe’s
Syrup for breakfast (syrup)
I drink out the pint, baby (lean)
Put you in the trunk
Pocket’s a lump, she wanna fuck off the jump (woah)
New freezer, my wrist cool
Diamonds too sick, ooh (yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be fuckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh

Lil Pump – Elementary lyrics

[Intro]
Lil Pump jugging, bih, been jugging since a baby (Since a baby)
I fuck Haitian bitches and I fuck them Chinese ladies (I do)
I don’t fuck your OG ’cause that bitch do got rabies (Heh?)
I hope I fucked a bitch but I ain’t gon’ have a baby (Nah)

[Hook]
I been selling bricks since elementary (Elementary)
I been hitting licks since elementary (Elementary)
Bitch I’m Lil Pump, trapper of the century (Of the century)
Bitch I’m Lil Pump, trapper of the century
Elementary (1st grade)
Elementary (2nd grade)
Elementary (3rd grade)
Elementary (4th grade)
Elementary (5th grade)
Elementary (1st grade)
Elementary (3rd grade)
Elementary
I been serving bricks since like the 1st grade
I been counting bands, balling like I’m D. Wade

[Verse 1]
Lil Pump jugging, bih, been jugging since a baby (Since a baby)
I fuck Haitian bitches and I fuck them Chinese ladies (I do)
I don’t fuck your OG ’cause that bitch do got rabies (Heh?)
I hope I fucked a bitch but I ain’t gon’ have a baby (Nah)
Bitch I’m Lil Pump, pull up with a fuckin’ shotty (Brrr)
Everywhere I go, bitch, I gotta have my thotty (My thotty)
I pull to the cut strapped up like a fucking army (ESKETIT)
Like my nigga Darko, bitch, I always keep it on me (Ooh)

[produced by: Smokepurpp]

Lil Pump – I SHYNE lyrics

(feat. Carnage)

[Intro]
Lil Pump
Ayy, ayy, ayy, chyeah
Ayy, Lil Pump, chyeah
Esskeetit!

[Chorus]
Look at my neck shine (ice)
Look at my wrist shine, chyeah (ooh)
My diamonds might make you blind, chyeah (ooh, chyeah)
Let ’em in five at a time, ooh (brr)
I just be smokin’ on dope, chyeah
All of my diamonds on froze, ooh (brr, brr)
Louis down head to my toe, chyeah
I just might buy the store, uh, chyeah (oh)
Look at my neck shine, chyeah (ice)
Look at my wrist shine, chyeah
Fuck a bitch two times, chyeah
Pussy was too fire, ooh (brr)
No, I cannot lie, ooh
Look at my neck shine, chyeah, chyeah
Look at my wrist shine (brr)
I think I got too high, ooh

[Verse 1]
Look at my neck shine
Gucci goggles on so I got four eyes, yeah
Smokin’ on gelato, yeah I got it from Dubai
Fendi on, bitch, Louis all on bowtie
Fuck five hoes in a day, yeah, I can’t lie
Smash her and her sister at the same time
Tell her bust it open, gotta do it on FaceTime
Fuck a nine to five, I eat the booty in the daytime, ooh
Look at my wrist, like, “Ooh, damn”
She suck my dick off the Instagram (uh)
Cold, so you know who I am, chyeah
Left wrist cost a hunnid bands, ooh
Pop a bean, now her brain open
Right wrist so wet it look like the ocean
When your girl gave me top, told her I had to focus
Lil Pump saved the rap game like a poet, woah
(Esskeetit!)

[Chorus]
Look at my neck shine (ice)
Look at my wrist shine, chyeah (ooh)
My diamonds might make you blind, chyeah
Let ’em in five at a time, ooh
I just be smokin’ on dope, chyeah
All of my diamonds on froze, ooh (brr, Lil Pump)
Louis down head to my toe, chyeah
I just might buy the store, chyeah
Look at my neck shine, chyeah (ice)
Look at my wrist shine, chyeah
Fuck a bitch two times, chyeah
Pussy was too fire, ooh (brr)
No, I cannot lie, ooh
Look at my neck shine, chyeah
Look at my wrist shine (brr)
I think I got too high (Lil Pump)

[Verse 2]
Drop top coupe when I ride around
Playin’ Lil Pump and your ass catch a hunnid rounds
Can’t pull up to the weed shop, you ain’t got a pound
Take a look, I bust down like wow, ow
Come in the city, I bank out now
And my neck worth like two hunnid thou’
And they just mad ’cause I made my own sound (ooh)
Jump off the roof and my fans goin’ wild
(Esskeetit!)

[Chorus]
Look at my neck shine (ice)
Look at my wrist shine, chyeah (ooh)
My diamonds might make you blind, chyeah (chyeah)
Let ’em in five at a time, ooh
I just be smoking on dope, chyeah
All of my diamonds on froze, ooh (brr, Lil Pump)
Louis down head to my toe, chyeah
I just might buy the store, chyeah
Look at my neck shine, chyeah (ice)
Look at my wrist shine, chyeah
Fuck a bitch two times, chyeah
Pussy was too fire, ooh (brr)
No, I cannot lie, ooh
Look at my neck shine, chyeah
Look at my wrist shine (brr)
I think I got too high

[produced by: Carnage]

Lil Pump – Lil Pump lyrics

[Refrain]
Momma told me ”Lil Pump won’t be shit” (I won’t be shit!) (brr!)
I told lil bitch “I could move these bricks” (could move these bricks!)
I got a big .30 and I got these clips (I got these clips!) (brrah, brrah, grrah!)
All I gotta do is just drill shit, ayy (brr!)

[Bridge]
Brr, gang, gang (whew, whew!)
Ch-ch-pew, ch-ch-pew, ch-ch-baow!
Brr, brr, gang, brr, gang, brr, gang, brr, gang (brr!)

[Refrain]
Momma told me ”Lil Pump won’t be shit” (I won’t be shit!) (brr!)
I told lil bitch “I could move these bricks” (could move these bricks!)
I got a big .30 and I got these clips (I got these clips!) (brrah, brrah, grrah!)
All I gotta do is just drill shit, ayy (drill shit!) (brr!)

[Extended Chorus]
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah
Damn, Lil Pump, yeah, you be flexin’ (you be flexin’!) (yah, yah, yah!)
AR-15 with Smith&Wesson (Smith&Wesson!) (ayy!)
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah
Damn, Lil Pump, yeah, you be flexin’ (you be flexin’!) (yo!)
God told me “Lil Pump a blessin'” (you a blessin’!) (ayy!)

[Verse]
Lil Pump, boy, you know you a blessin’, ayy (you a blessin’, ooh!) (gang, gang!)
Once I hit you with that .30, it teach you a lesson, ayy (it teach you a lesson, ayy!) (brr!)
Bitch, one day I went to fuckin’ church (went to fuckin’ church!)
Pastor told me ”Boy, you off the purpp” (God damn!) (yah, yah!)
He told the same thing to my nigga Smokepurpp (he did!) (ooh!)
Pull up to the scene, skrrt off in a Lambo (skrr, skrr, skrr!) (skrr!)
I was born and raised in the fuckin’ bando (in the bando!) (yah, yah!)
Since the third grade, I been had commando, ooh (brrah, brrah!) (yah!)

[Chorus]
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah (okay!)
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu (okay!)
Damn, Lil Pump, yeah, you be flexin’ (you be flexin’!) (skrr!)
AR-15 with Smith&Wesson (Smith&Wesson!) (skrr, skrr, skrr!)
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu

[produced by: Richysamo & Smokepurpp]