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Dice Soho – Too Much

[Intro]
Like it’s levels of high
I ain’t that high
I’m high tho
ButI ain’t super high
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga

[Hook]
All these hundreds on the table
Oh yeah, imma fuck around and spend it
Oh yeah, I been popping pills since 7
Oh yeah, too much paper we be getting
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
And watch me run it up watch me run it up
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
And watch me run it up watch me run it up

[Verse 1]
New designer on me
All these tats on me
All these racks on me
Watch you throw that ass on me
Had to run it up
Saw her cutting up
He got some money now he going dumb as fuck
Hit the club, fuck it up
Throw a couple bucks
Sorry but your girl slurp made her suck it up
Yeah she swallow
She had me up for lunch
Then rolled a blunt and poured a for on my Hawaiian Punch
Mixed it with promethazine now I’m in a dream
Money long like Limousines can’t fit in my jeans
Drop the roof, make a scene
Shorty pinky ring
Spent 30k cash in it like a hockey rink (Ice)
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
She want the combination to the safe
Nahh can’t tell her
Can’t tell her, can’t tell her nahhh

[Hook]
All these hundreds on the table
Oh yeah, imma fuck around and spend it
Oh yeah, I been popping pills since 7
Oh yeah, too much paper we be getting
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
And watch me run it up watch me run it up
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
And watch me run it up watch me run it up

[Verse 2]
Nigga sleeping fuck it let em keep sleeping on me
4 am his bitch late night creeping on me
Sent the hoe a Uber told her call me when you outside
Let her see the lifestyle
Left her with her mouth wide
She a eater, she gone chew that boy up until the drops top
Bending corners, ducking 12
Serving to the south side
You can’t get paid staying in the house, yeah
Flew to L.A then I bought a house yeah
Had to cuss them lame bitches off, yeah
Cuz they couldn’t understand the boss, nahh
Remember getting in trouble in them halls
Now I can ball whenever
Whenever I’m in the mall
Yeah I stay down now balling with my dawgs
Now all these model bitches I want gone let me in their drowse
Got a barbie from Columbia, she don’t come with flaws
Got a move small I can’t take another loss
Hell naww look at

[Hook]
All these hundreds on the table
Oh yeah, imma fuck around and spend it
Oh yeah, I been popping pills since 7
Oh yeah, too much paper we be getting
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
And watch me run it up watch me run it up
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
And watch me run it up watch me run it up

Will.I.Am – Fiyah

[Intro]
Whoever’s coming up next
If you can hear me back there, don’t be nervous
Just bring that fiyah

[Pre-Chorus]
You can’t touch me
I’m too, too, too, too high up
You can’t touch me
I’m about to, to, to, to rise up
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah

[Chorus]
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah (yeah)
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah
I’m on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah (fiyah)

[Verse 1]
I woke up like this
I’m buttin’ up like this
I turn up like this
All I wanna do is burn it up like this
I stay like that
[?] like that
I kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it
Tell ’em, tell ’em I don’t play like that
I’m the [?] in here
Sippin’ a hundred dollar brandy here
So hot, need a fan in here
All [?] in here
It’s the inferno
If you didn’t know it, baby, now you know
Say oh-wee-oh-wee-oh
Come on, oh-wee-oh-wee-oh

[Pre-Chorus]
You can’t touch me
I’m too, too, too, too high up
You can’t touch me
I’m about to, to, to, to rise up
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah

[Chorus]
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah (yeah)
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah
I’m on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah (fiyah)

[Verse 2]
I run it like this
I make it hot like this
I’m ’bout to drop it like this
I’m all the way up, on the top like this
[?] dance like that
I do my little dance like that
I kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it
Then I call the ambulance like that
It’s going down in here
Y’all gon’ wear the crown in here
Y’all gon’ have [?] in here
[?] make a sound in here
It’s the vulcano
If you didn’t know it, baby, now you know
Say oh-wee-oh-wee-oh
Come on, oh-wee-oh-wee-oh

[Pre-Chorus]
You can’t touch me
I’m too, too, too, too high up
You can’t touch me
I’m about to, to, to, to rise up
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah

[Chorus]
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah (yeah)
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah
I’m on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah (fiyah)

[Bridge]
It’s gettin’ hot in here
It’s gettin’ hot in here
It’s gettin’ hot, hot
It’s gettin’ hot, gettin’ hot, gettin’ hot, gettin’ hot

[Chorus]
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah (yeah)
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah
I’m on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah (fiyah)
Fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah (yeah)
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah
I’m on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah (fiyah)

Dave East – Free Smoke (Eastmix)

[Intro]
Free Mac, Free Scrat, Free Trap

[Verse]
Every morning that I’m waking up, somebody askin’ about my BM (Who?)
Who is that, whip blue and black? On my seat, I’m getting a BM
That’s a I8 through the tri-state
All my niggas raise the crime rate
It’s getting ugly like Lebron face
Never seen it coming, that’s a blind date
Shooter told me I should slow down, I was sipping lot of codeine lately
Ross got the hardest album out, wonder what’s gon’ happen when he see Baby
Glock .40 kinda hard to tuck it but I’m walking in with this 3-80
Never claimed to be a legend in this rap game
I just let the people say it
I fuck your bitch with Tory Lanez On
Only Ethika no Hanes on
Hightech, how we brainstorm
I’m getting brain while the rain pour
Free [?], free [?]
All I see is C-Notes, all I want is deepthroat
Can’t drive to the crib in Miami, you gon’ need a speedboat
Everybody got loud now tell me who the plug when you need coke
Anything they can get, I be talkin’ shit they gon’ repost
Trump never needed votes, brand new Beretta I’ma need a scope
I can hit your homie from a block away, in a bad mood nigga not today
Shout out to [?] from [?], mami break it down andale
If you owe debt then you gotta pay
Stop acting like you can not die today
I ain’t never seen a pot of gold [?] kitchen with a lotta yay
Sniff, sniff make your nose drip
I give a Op the whole clip
I pick Whitey up on 4-5th
I got great aim, bitch I don’t miss
Play that water like I know fish
Credit cards that was ’06
Watch full of ice, broke wrist
30 shots told ’em ‘hold this’
I got a bag in my mind move
To keep it real, only ever youngin’ talkin’ my type of shit is Don Q
Flex show ’em what the bomb do
Long live Crazy O, when I do the Grammy’s punk we in all blue
That pussy was good but I’m from the hood, I prolly kill it and never call you
Got haters, I don’t like to argue
The floor in the kitchen is marble
I ain’t in the business like Marlo
I get you hit for a walkthrough
Free [?], free [?]
We blow weed smoke, you a lame and we know
[?] put in a zip-lock
If you rappin’ just be careful who you fuckin’ they gon’ run it on Love & Hip Hop
Mona, givin’ out checks
Remember when I couldn’t see the pussy, seen hoes giving out sex
[?] east, now living west since Mugga died I don’t get rest
Get the house in the hills, I don’t need a pill I still hit your bitch a day straight
Do the speed with the gun in the ride this money on time and it can’t be a day late
Remember that notice to vacate
It said evicted and all that
I’m tryna cop me a AK, designer everything in all-black
Pay attention, where you walk at
Blood leakin’ out a skullcap
Kush coma that’s a bud nap
I done brought my city buzz back
You wouldn’t believe who I’m fucking now
Headshot, only cost one stack

[Outro]
We was broke, we was broke
We was broke, we was broke
Diamonds on me no more gold
Diamonds on me no more gold
I need dope, need dope
Need dope, need dope
Every city that I go bring backwoods, I can free smoke
Free smoke

Steve Lacy – Moron

[Chorus]:
Caught a feel, I didn’t want her back
She’s over me, I want her back
Why does it happen to me?
Gotta move on, I got about 3
Girls I could call
Anytime, but I only want her
I don’t know why

[Verse]:
Girl, was it somethin I said?
You killed my confidence
And left my heart [?]
And now I
Can’t get you off my mind
Yet what a waste of time
I’ve spent on you
I’m such a fool, ohhhh

[Chorus]:
Caught a feel, I didn’t want her back
She’s over me, I want her back
Why does it happen to me?
Gotta move on, I got about 3
Girls I could call
Anytime, but I only want her
I don’t know why

[Bridge Instrumental]

[Chorus]:
Caught a feel, I didn’t want her back
She’s over me, I want her back
Why does it happen to me?
Gotta move on, I got about 3
Girls I could call
Anytime, but I only want her
I don’t know why

Girls I could call
Anytime, but I only want her
I don’t know why

Girls I could call
Anytime, but I only want her
I don’t know why

Lupe Fiasco – Kneelin’ On Needles

[Intro]
Wa-ves… you say waves, I say wa-ves
Kaepernick, waddup?
I knew they was gonna do that to you
But it’s all good, though
You gotta’ stand up for something, know what I’m talking about?
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
Gravitons, orbit around my halo space, halo space
Little Debbie crumbs and potato flakes
Junkyard food meets 808s
Better say your grace
Stay your place, play your bass
And wait on a upright
Right up to them niggas that don’t like us
Writer, fiber optics on high fiber
Move
Quick like that, no, I go as, "ain’t shit like that"
Magnum entendre, rollin’ on a rubber
Hit Virgin for the album, I was floatin’ on the cover
I pit my car, they let a lad in
I was floatin’ on the cover, made a message out a mess
Got ’em clothes up the flow and taught ’em how to dress
Made a space so they can milk this way
Had ’em open up the udders
Broken off hat had folks in all colors
I wish a nigga would try and open y’all shutters
Cartier frames, Aoki on a shirt
And red and white chukkas
Why you goin’ all hard tho?
NASCAR star got bars by the carload
You know LF won to come out the top
But for this ten I’ma just open up the car door
And my deepness
Might spit the stash box sequence that I open up the cargo
If I break it down to your lil homie, might get a nigga CARTO
You ain’t gotta worry ’bout ours tho
DROGAS Light, DROGAS
And I might drop SKULLS as an art show
K-dot wants stretch marks
I wanna own everything that’s west of the best parts
K.R.I.T., everything from the legs down
Mickey Factz, everything where the neck starts
Necklace, head heart, go, get set, mark, oh

[Hook]
Turn the mics up
Like a nigga ’round fight club
And the fuzz came through to indict us
But it’s an inside job to decrease the supply then turn around and drive all the price up
I be speaking it right
But it’s hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white
Oh Lord, I be speaking it right
But it’s hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white
All right, all right, oh Lord

[Verse 2]
But, I’m back to the mentally
And it’s not about natural ability
You would think that Kaep took a shat on the Statue of Liberty
God damn
It’s like we’re trapped in a memory
Untrue facts where black is an injury
It makes we wanna snap, just slap me an enemy
Then go into the back and just rap to infinity
Fuck, be more like Chance
Solo acts be more like bands
Adversaries be more like fans
BDs and GDs be more like fam
I’m just vying for the summer
Women lie, men lie
And everybody lie about the numbers
Hard to be smart when the only thing on your mind
Is dying from a thumper
I know I’m weird but nigga it’s real
Better to hear it from a nigga like Lu
Before you hear it from a nigga like Trump
Talking to a nigga like you
Oh Lord

[Hook]
Turn the mics up
Like a nigga ’round fight club
And the fuzz came through to indict us
But it’s an inside job to decrease the supply then turn around and drive all the price up
I be speaking it right
But it’s hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white
Oh Lord, I be speaking it right
But it’s hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white
All right, all right, oh Lord

smokepurpp – Glock Inside My Benz

[Intro]
Udigg, udigg
*harmonizing*
No such thing as friends

[Hook]
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Rather buy a Benz, don’t want no friends
In my pockets dead presidents
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends

[Verse 1]
Hit that bitch in a Lamb’
Tax a motherfucker like Uncle Sam
And I’m off the xan, don’t give a damn
When I’m in LA they pull out cameras
G-Glock in my closet
Showed that bitch that Benz, now she drippin’ like a faucet
Before I kick in the door, bitch you know a nigga knockin’
Autotune status, bitch you know that my shit knockin’
If you stealin’ swag, I ain’t gon’ stop it
See I’m in the streets and I might drop ’em
Keep that fuck nigga, keep away
You can see it in my fit, I’m gettin’ paid
See me, you can see me
I feel like John Cena on this CD
Lil Purpp bless your trap that’s what the streets need
Don’t owe a nigga shit cause you don’t feed me

[Bridge]
And I pour the mud ’til I’m sleepy
Lil’ bitch wanna touch on my pee pee
I’m a deadstar, rockstar
I’m a deadstar

[Hook]
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Rather buy a Benz, don’t want no friends
In my pockets dead presidents
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends

[Verse 2]
Sweat, molly made me sweatin’
Yeah bitch I’m a star but I’m still dead
And I’m with my dawg just like a vet
Pull up at your trap and get it wet
Do it for my set
And I never talk to no feds
In LA I used to sleep with no bed
Now I’m a million dollar nigga in the jet
Udigg, SLATT

[Hook]
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Rather buy a Benz, don’t want no friends
In my pockets dead presidents
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends

Massari – Done Da Da

Miss fatty fatty call me murdah
Best believe what you heard-ah
Dem a know we coming back to put the word out
Eh-eh-eh
[x2]

Your body criminal just like a killer
Keep her undercover while she lying on a pillow
Says she wanna do it in the ocean by the villa
I know what you want, baby, I’ma get it done
Get it, get it, get it

Shots of martinis, says I want it
Champagne (?) while we pourin’
I know what you workin’ when you drop it on the floor
I’ma hit it one time then you will be done da da

Miss fatty fatty call me murdah
Best believe what you heard-ah
Dem a know we coming back to put the word out
Eh-eh-eh
[x2]

See me drinking body shots of that Tequila
Shorty got that milkshake, got me tasting that vanilla
Looking around the world and you won’t find nobody illa
I know what you want, baby, I’ma get it done
Get it, get it, get it

Shots of martinis, says I want it
Champagne (?) while we pourin’
I know what you workin’ when you drop it on the floor
I’ma hit it one time then you will be done da da

Miss fatty fatty call me murdah
Best believe what you heard-ah
Dem a know we coming back to put the word out
Eh-eh-eh

Miss fatty fatty killin’ it, you never heard-ah
Takin’ all the money when she twist and she turn
Killin’ with that body, make you hot ’til you burn-ah
Come put the word out, you call her murdah

Let me try to cuff her body, hit it one time
She call me, Mr. Lover, will we do it all night?
Cause I get it done da da, then I’m leaving alright
Give you no lie, give you, give you no lie-ay

Miss fatty fatty call me murdah
Best believe what you heard-ah
Dem a know we coming back to put the word out
(Eh-eh-eh)
I’ma hit it one time, one time, done da da
[x2]

Freddie Gibbs – 20 Karat Jesus (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

Part 1

[Intro]
Yeah, kane
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
My ambitions as a rider, nigga
Survival off that powder, nigga
Currently smoking that kill in the hills
Where you can’t find a nigga
Crack cocaine, microwave
Dealer was on that type of nigga
No sleep, bags under my eyes is designer, nigga
Blinded and misguided, nigga
Heavenly father take the wheel
I’m on the interstate with some Guerrillas
With shit can get me like 200 years
Thug in the pen, I need forgiveness
I’m living like a every decision a sin
I know my niggas don’t want me to win
Jealousy, chopping off all of my friends

[Bridge]
I ride with that white-white
Just like Fight Night we be weighin’ in
P.D is my pieces, 20 karats, Jesus say amen
Tricked off on my new bitch, she was half black and Malaysian
Spent my last 200 thou’ on a bird and a Mercedes Benz
My dog used to pull up in a ’99 GS300
Fresh up on the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
First these hoes ain’t want it, now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama said you live next door to death if you live in the moment

[Verse 2]
I-I-I be kickin’ shit like Solange in the elevator
The goal when you try to kick that dope
Stuck on the respirator
Got symptoms of withdrawal from the fall when I used to ball
I show you how in one summer one nigga could lose it all
Like why we gotta feel this pain in our friends and family though
My cellie like to walk around in his sleep I rather stay woke
I must evoke, these are the results of the realest shit that I wrote
These hoes get in the wind, burn that ass quick like Galaxy Notes

[Bridge]
Thats why I ride with that white-white
Just like Fight Night we be weighin’ in
P.D is my pieces, 20 karats, Jesus say amen
Tricked off on my new bitch, she was half black and Malaysian
Split my last two hundered thou’ on a bird and Mercedes Benz
My dog used to pull up in a ’99 GS-300
Fresh up off the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
First these hoes ain’t want it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama said you live next door to death if you live in the moment

[Verse 3]
I-I-I be kickin shit just like Rodman did the camera man
I peel 100 dope like the poppy seed in Afghanistan
I been to drop by nuts but these cabbage hands do damage nigga
Rips from the clip leave you stiff, mannequin challenge nigga
Me and my chips with dip boy ain’t no play play ’bout that Frito-Lay
Tried to give me ten I beat the case so it’s gon’ be okay
Fresh up on the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
Mama say I live next door to the death ’cause I live in the moment

[Outro]
Don’t live in the moment
Don’t live in the moment
I’ll be there in the morning
Nigga I’m living in the moment
I’ll be there in the morning
I’ll be there in the morning
I’ll be there in the morning

Part 2

[Intro]
Yah
Kane baby
I drank holy water

[Verse 1]
Quarter brick, half a brick, holy shit, whole shit
Scar across my face, strap on my shoulder on some Tony shit
Taught myself the streets, you know my pop ain’t never taught me shit
‘Cept "Fuck a friend you gon’ be solo in your coffin bitch"
Walkin’ home from work my .44 pulled up what I’m walking with
Old folks out the church say "He need Jesus that boy off a bit"
Preacher’s daughter said "I’ll let you fuck it just might cost a bit"
Type a shit a nigga been through make you dog a bitch
Lost a bitch a bitch, married these streets, she prenup you can’t divorce her
Lying from my cell electrical tape on my tape recorder, sucker shit
Don’t blow your money, young nigga pay your lawyer
Niggas is wrapped in electrical tape
They walking tape recorders, yeah

[Break]
Yeah, bitch your first motherfucing mixtape was a snitch tape
You ain’t think I knew that shit though I know though

[Verse 2]
Quarter brick, half a brick, holy shit, whole shit
Drove on 65, brought 65 I sold the whole shit
Popo searched my cutlass on the road I got my own shit
Boy you know the rules they pick you up don’t call my phone bitch
Boy you know the rules that shit don’t jump unless you sold it down
S.W.A.T Team break, they cut the water off, can’t flush the toilet down
454 my motor down
Got green, got dough, got yola now
They playin’ they suffer exposure now
This rapper shit just for the posers now
The losers now, all these bitch niggas got videos up with their toolies out
Everybody flashing real money, niggas card credit, getting visa money
I don’t knock it I just do the dope and blow it
I gotta get it so I gotta see the money
Y’all remember peacing out 28th to get the blunt liquor and a piece of money young nigga

[Outro]
Young Nigga
Stay smooth, stay solid nigga
These niggas put your name on anything but a prayer
Amen
Glory be to God, what’s happening pimps?
It is I, the alpha and omega, the original righteous player
You know what I’m talking about?
It’s your boy Jesus man
Yes my nigga Jesus is your homeboy
Say it again so I can uh reiterate it man
Your minds not ready and your heart’s not open
You know what I’m saying?
That’s what’s wrong with you man
You doing all that coveting
You trying to, you wan’t what other niggas got
You not even just paying attention to your gift nigga
God gave you a gift nigga
Pay attention to what he got for you
You, other niggas over here
Yah he could sell dope real good, that’s not your lane my nigga
God gave you hands, you a chef my nigga
Chef up that boysenberry crème brûlée man

Freddie Gibbs – Alexys (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

[Intro]
Kane, Nigga
On the blade
I think, I think niggas forgot who you know who gave who gave these niggas this flow you know what I’m saying?
Baby Scarface

[Verse 1]
I first taste cocaine in 10th grade
Homie at the table chopping Rick James
Sent the package off from Texas it’s been six days
Keep sweating like a pig until that bitch came
Nigga had to keep a job living off in my momma’s spot
Fuck it I’ma bust a fucking jugg I’m a juggernaut
Choppers on chop it off in that water we was cooking in Yah
Loud packs and molly powder all these niggas pushing out
Feds looking because I peddled pain to these poor folks
The realest niggas that I know ain’t never sold dope
The hardest nigga that I know ain’t never served time
Soon as I got me thirty thousand I hit the burner
And I brought that dog back to the set nigga you know me for that
Shout out to my niggas from D.C. with them scorpion backs
Keep this strictly business you can’t mix up your homie with that
One day you might have to clap a nigga no glory in that
Feel like I’m outgrowing all my friends, niggas thinking small
Gon’ have to write them all a check, just to get shit resolved
Turn right back around and write them another one when they trick it off
Get successful and watch how quickly niggas get in their feelings dog
Get successful and watch how you immediately become their competition
Niggas worse than a side bitch, they can’t quite stay in a position
Don’t know what niggas crave more, money or a-fuckin-ttention
And these the niggas I’m cool with
My enemies I have yet to mention

[Chorus]
I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday
You can’t take me off first place on my worst day
Streets dry niggas thirsty
So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
My nigga Shermie caught a murder on his first lick
These animalistic instincts that we was born with
Felt so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip
Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch
Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them

[Verse 2]
Names I be calling her nigga I know you be dogging her
What kind of man is you that your hood, niece and yo daughter nem
I’m posted at the stove with that yola, that soda lockin’ in
Ving Rhames guns, butter niggas get margarine
Pussy niggas can’t play they part we dearly departed them
Quick like OJ Simpson you Bart, Homer, and Marge and ’em
I rap but I keep weight
And I know the streets take
Niggas out the game my baby momma told me be safe
Turned around and said fuck safe I stay dangerous
In the set with Sodi no chopper my chain dangling
In the set with deuce I be blood and we gang ganging ’em
My nigga Corleone and Diego they smash craniums
Living life on high speed nigga that’s just the lane we in
About to cop a Porsche from that the packet that Freddie Kane gettin’

[Chorus]
I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday Yah
You can’t take me off first place on my worst day
Streets dry niggas thirsty
So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
My nigga Shermie caught a murder on his first lick
These animalistic instincts that we was born with
Felt so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip
Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them

Freddie Gibbs – Crushed Glass (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

[Intro]
Diego, roll me one up, my nigga

[Verse 1]
The future started yesterday, nigga
Every minute feelin’ different, I am not the same nigga
I admit that I was timid at a younger age, nigga
Daddy asked me what I wanna be, I said "A paid nigga"
With them extras out the pot, I gave myself a raise, nigga
Heaven sent I can’t remember the last time I prayed, nigga
So the Devil introduced me to cookin’ cocaine, nigga
On the blade, seven days, ain’t bathe or shave, nigga
I was thuggin’ with my trey eight
Motherfuck a president, I got a Presidential Day-Date
I run a check up like a Chase bank
The police open up the package if your shipment come a day late
I just beat a rape case, groupie bitch I never fucked
Trying to give me ten for some pussy that I never touched
At a certain level, system tried to test a nigga’s nuts
Nigga hire like eleven lawyers, had to level up

[Chorus]
Living this life, just me myself and I
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
If I gotta be by myself, I’ma be alright
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
Living this life, just me myself and I
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
And if I gotta be by myself, I’ma be alright
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up

[Verse 2]
The future started yesterday nigga
Every minute feelin’ different, I am not the same nigga
Had a baby, now my daughter getting up in age, nigga
When I die I bet she say, "My daddy was a paid nigga"
‘Round the world jail system like a slave trade, nigga
Got me in this foreign prison, monkey in a cage, nigga
Bail paid, locked me up for an extra 30 days, nigga
Barely let us use the shower ain’t bathed or shaved nigga
I was sittin’ in a cell missin’ show dates
Commissary late, I’m postin’ pictures with the toothpaste
Barely eat the food, stress’ll make a nigga lose weight
Enter the mental of a nigga that wish he knew his fate
Shit these bitches do to try to get your cash
Erica visit, can’t wipe her tears from behind the glass
Choppin’ the porcelain up for years, said I’m suckin’ glass
I beat the DEA and the task, now I’m on my ass

[Verse 3]
Future started yesterday nigga
Every minute feelin’ different, I am not the same nigga
Donald Trump gon’ chain us up and turn back to slaves, nigga
Got the recipe for dope, my reparations paid, nigga
Feel like that at some point, really I should feel ashamed, nigga
They kill us, we killin’ us, but that is not the way, nigga
Money tree up in the stripper club, I’m throwin’ shade, nigga
Did destruction on your flow when I paved the lane, nigga
Chest to chopper, blow your chest out where your heart at, nigga
Black Tony, Babyface, better scar that nigga
Sent the hit out, I’m just waitin’ on the call back, nigga
Shoot them pussies, burn it up, don’t bring the car back, nigga
Gangsta G, I fucked the industry, them crackers say I’m too aggressive
I turned myself into a boss without a fuckin’ question
Six whips, ghetto nigga gotta be excessive
I came up on fried bologna, boy what you expected?
What you expected?

[Chorus]
Living this life, just me myself and I
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
If I gotta be by myself, I’ma be alright
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
Living this life, just me myself and I
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
And if I gotta be by myself, I’ma be alright
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up

[Outro]
Ooh, I will be alright
Ooh, I will live my life
Ooh, I will be alright
Ooh, I will live my life

Freddie Gibbs – Dear Maria (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

[Intro]
Yeah….. Yeah
Tryna get my cash up (yeah)
Tryna get my cash up (ugh)

[Chorus 1]
Livin’ in the city, when your winnin’
In the city nigga wanna get your glass up
Coca got my cash up (yeah)
Heroine got my cash up (yeah)
Shittin’ on the city, when your winnin’ in the city
Nigga wanna get your glass up (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Dear Maria, I know it was like 2010 the last time I had seen ya
Back when I used to hang outside, Actavis in my two liter
40 Cali, (?) pimping gotta keep the 9 mm
Plus I, plus I traded in the black Cadillac for the Beamer
I was trapping out a dirty apartment on Little Caesar’s
Damn Maria, can I purchase a brick of yay from your people?
Homie front me with like five
Paid twenty-three for the eagle
Boy I live illegal

[Bridge]
See the game it gone never change
See the game, got me everything
See the game it gone never change
Cocaine, Mary Jane, got me everything

[Verse 2]
Dear Maria, you always kept a young nigga fed
When I wasn’t eatin’
Like when you set me up for the lick on them Puerto Ricans
Always said that if I get rich off this shit that you’d be the reason
Always said that if I’m gone jump out this shit that you’d be the reason
Gotta have a type of all type of bitches I gotta feed them
On the late night, with the dick game
Drugs in me got me creeping
I know you love me, know you can’t picture a nigga leavin’
I ain’t never leavin’
Never No never never say never nigga
Say motherfuck love and stay on your cheddar nigga
I wish that it felt like I had forever with you
But i know one day your gone find a better nigga
They gone wife you up, settle you down, they gone have a wedding witch-ya
I’m just a thug, I’ll buy bottles and get a section witch-ya
Maria flip if she found out I’m fuckin’ on her sister
Freddie Cane, Dog unchained
I’m just that kinda nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
Got the game running in my veins
Got the game running in my veins
Blood on my opponent
Don’t give a fuck, I flaunt it
All I ever wanted was everything

[Chorus 2]
Living in the city where your shittin’ on the city and the city got me blast
I got chickens in the city
And a cousin shippin’ with me
Told her ain’t no future with me
I’m addicted to this cash
Dear Maria

[Bridge]
See the game it gone never change
See the game, got me everything
See the game it gone never change
Cocaine, Mary Jane, got me everything

[Outro]
Never Change
Ooooo yeah
Never Change, yeah yeah
Cocaine got me everything
This shit it won’t change shit
Mary Jane, Rick James, Cocaine
Oooooohh
Ooooooo Yeah
Rick James, Rick James
Cocaine, Rick James
Ohhh Ohhh

Freddie Gibbs – Andrea (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

[Intro]
Yeah, rock solid nigga
Solid as a motherfucking rock bitch
Yeah nigga

[Verse]
When you fall who you gon’ land on
Niggas foundation is shaky ain’t shit to stand on
A man’s born
With the only guarantee to live and die
But will I die before I live fore I begin to fly
Nigga I can’t deny
When I’m not high I miss that rush that shit be calling me
Demons never rest I go to sleep them bitches follow me
I just bought a AR for my dog he walked the dog for me
Breakfast sip promethean with Ocean Spray and Broccoli
Catch these hoes and I act like I can’t keep these bitches off
Of me
They only fucking a nigga that got the most dollars in his
Squadary
I went to visit my nigga he caught him a charge his cards
Was fraudulent
Time to go get me some yayo
I know that Andrea gon’ lease that car for me
That Bentley Benz or Beamer shipping B’s I don’t be in it
Not to let these bitches see me in it fuck the ceiling
Nigga wanna be me wish he could see the G in him
She work in the morning get that pussy in the PM
I get in it then I jet it, it was a fly by
Red bottoms the thigh high
And every time she see me she’s saying I don’t know why I
Fuck with niggas like you cause at first you would play the shy guy
Give me that pussy once and I always got it like the wifi, bitch
I went to visit my nigga he caught him a charge his cards
Was fraudulent
Time to go get me some yayo
I know that Andrea gon’ lease that car for me
I remember when Dukie lost his arm in fucking armed robbery
When I seen his shit was danglin’ almost felt my heart stopping G
Stop it G, Drop it G
So much weed forgot to breathe
Some niggas take the tip I took but they don’t get to leave
Came out that bitch speaking Russian, German, Lebanese
Can’t let these niggas stunt my growth from living for my seed
Level up I’m on a stage I gotta get paid
I can never be a slave for minimum wage
Cop an ounce up off the way, you fill em with K’s
Level up I’m on a stage I gotta get paid
Level up I’m on a stage I gotta get paid
I can never be a slave for minimum wage
Cop an ounce up off the way, you fill em with K’s
Level up I’m on a stage I gotta get paid

[Outro]
SHIT, momma always told ‘me’ go and get your own SHIT
Coke in front of me nothing, so I got my own SHIT
Dope and cocaine powder off in to their own SHIT
I been tryna fuck her for a month but she ain’t on SHIT
Start to make a nigga feel like I dealing the wrong BITCH
Skip the introduction I just hit her with that long DICK
Try to drop the 50 pointer and get my phone LIT
Niggas looking for the.. for the… SHIT
Niggas always talking bout’ their bitches ain’t SHIT
Caught a charge my baby mama she was solid as a BRICK
Harden niggas I was feeding man, giving a nigga SHIT
Momma always told me nigga go and get your own SHIT
Toilet right next to my bed I’m sleeping by my own SHIT
Dope and cocaine powder off in to their own SHIT
I just dropped a 50 pointer and got my phone LIT
Got my phone lit

Freddie Gibbs – Phone Lit (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

[Intro]
Hello?
Got my, got my lit
Got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
Got my, got my, lit
Yeah
Got my phone lit
Yeah, yeah
Got my phone lit
Yeah
Got my phone lit
Yeah, yeah
Got my, got my, lit
Yeah
Got my phone lit
Yeah, yeah
Got my phone lit
Yeah
Got my phone lit
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Give it to me one time
Once I put it down, girl I bet you’ll love me long time
Tickets on my phone line
We gon’ break it down, middle finger to the one time
Tickets on my phone line
We gon’ break it down, middle finger to ’em one time
Give it to me one time
Once I put it down, girl I bet you’ll love me long time
Got my phone lit
Fuckin’ up the town, got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
I done touched down, got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
Fuckin’ up the town, got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
I done touched down, got my phone lit

[Verse 1]
I can hear the stripper
Once I give her to my niggas my feelings’ll make her bitter
Type of bitch that makes average niggas change up their livin’
Trickin’, ’bout to run up the credit max out the limit
Coke and marijuana, that molly I’m out here with it
Plus my Maserati that new edition, that Michael Bivins
Diamonds, diamonds, coppin’, I profit on opposition
And my Maserati that new edition, that Michael Bivins, yeah

[Chorus]
Give it to me one time
Once I put it down, girl I bet you’ll love me long time
Tickets on my phone line
We gon’ break it down, middle finger to ’em one time
Tickets on my phone line
We gon’ break it down, middle finger to the one time
Give it to me one time
Once I put it down, girl I bet you’ll love me long time
Got my phone lit
Fuckin’ up the town, got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
I done touched down, got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
Fuckin’ up the town, got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
I done touched down, got my phone lit

[Verse 2]
Yeah, they say the real niggas never die
I swear my niggas would do bids to spot a nigga dead
I went by baby [?] you was candy red
I put that there my mama, [?]
I put that there on my mama, streets’ll never forget you
Them niggas basic, to hit you, boy they was soft as tissue
Rolled up with so many choppas lookin’ like a militia
Chopper go pop, ain’t no snitches, my niggas know the business
Yeah she know the business and that pussy hit me like wow
Stuck in the cell, I wish I had that pussy right now
I like to see it, I don’t need it with the lights down
Your nigga trippin’, tell that pussy nigga pipe down
Sellin’ yola [?] like Bobby Brown
Maserati Michael Bivins, nigga, that new edition
Pray my baby never end up payin’ for my decisions
Treat her different [?] ain’t used to my type of livin’

[Chorus]
Give it to me one time
Once I put it down, girl I bet you’ll love me long time
Tickets on my phone line
We gon’ break it down, middle finger to ’em one time
Tickets on my phone line
We gon’ break it down, middle finger to the one time
Give it to me one time
Once I put it down, girl I bet you’ll love me long time
Got my phone lit
Fuckin’ up the town, got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
I done touched down, got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
Fuckin’ up the town, got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
I done touched down, got my phone lit

[Outro]
Rollin’ up a blunt
You don’t even… I thought you don’t even smoke no more
Nah I smoke sometimes, I just don’t, I don’t drink
See I don’t even know this person, ’cause when you was out of the country you was completely a sober person

Freddie Gibbs – Homesick (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

[Intro: Big Time Watts & Freddie Gibbs]
Let me tell you something man
I ain’t gotta leave no motherfucking message
This Big Time motherfucking Watts man
When I call you answer the god damn phone motherfucker
Freddie motherfucking Gibbs
I ain’t no groupie I’m your motherfucking uncle
Now answer the god damn phone next time I call you boy
Or I’ma come down there and beat your ass
Since I came home, police across the street taking pictures right when I came home

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Nigga get a watch, and a couple chains think he harder than you
Drop the jewelry, grow some dreads, think he smarter than you
Please yourself or please your homies, man what’s harder to do?
Did some things in life I know I don’t want my daughter to do
Shit, got a list of things don’t want my daughter to do
On the blade, tryna get paid, choppin hard with the crew
Type of shit I did to make me feel a part of the crew
Til I cut my niggas off now I’m apart from the crew
I’m playing my own so I cannot play yall positions for my niggas
They hate me pocket watching they got me distant from my niggas
Shit’s so fake this days I got’s to keep a pistol around my niggas
Got me on some Grayson Allen shit, I’m tripping on my niggas, Lord
Chevy dookie blue on them 22’s
Cali pack will send them bitches through, let them bitches move
Everyday I toke a couple Qs, serve that after school
Momma take my money yeah that’s cool but she don’t approve
Birds take a bath, dip them in the pool
‘Bout to hit them bitches with the soda, watch them do the fool
Everyday I toke a couple Qs, serve that after school
Momma take my money yeah that’s cool but she don’t approve

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
Since I came home, right when I came home
Since I came home, police across the street taking pictures right when I came home
Since I came home, right when I came home
Since I came home, police across the street taking pictures right when I came home

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
I ain’t seen my nigga since I came home
Thought it’d be bottles and bitches right when I came home
Found out my problems was bigger right when I came home
Police across the street taking pictures right when I came home
I can’t keep a bitch ’cause I can’t feel the love
They always say there was something there when there never was
I donate money to children but I’m still selling drugs
Yeah I get that yol’ for the low-low but was I really plug?
Life was off my mental wasn’t plugged in
Every day I pray the Lord the lotto scratch my plug out
Stay off the phone ain’t no service up in this drug house
Smell too strong to hit Sunday service I’m shipping drugs out
I ain’t seen my nigga since I came home
Guess he somewhere getting that paper he can’t pick up the phone
Wish him the best, leave him alone and let him stay in his zone
And once he fall the fuck off then fuck him he on his own

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
Since I came home, right when I came home
Since I came home, police across the street taking pictures right when I came home
Since I came home, right when I came home
Since I came home, police across the street taking pictures right when I came home

[Outro: Freddie Gibbs]
I just almost lost it all, for my niggas
Just sat in the cell, ten thousand miles away from my child, for my niggas
It’s when I realized I gotta start living for my child, and not my niggas
I remember not having nothing to read in the cell for a whole month you know what I mean?
The fucking guards took me to the library and all the books was in German and shit, you know what I’m saying nigga?
That almost broke me down you know
Erica flew all the way over there
Brought a nigga some books, know what I’m saying?
She held me down, know what I mean?
Through all the bullshit, all my bullshit she held me down
I love her for that
I’m back
And I ain’t going nowhere this time

Kodak Black – Day For Day (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Ayy, look, I say "I don’t rap, I illustrate. I don’t paint pictures, I picture-paint." Ha, this my motherfuckin’ album
Kodak Black-
Kodak Black-
The nineteen-year-old Pompano Beach rapper-
-is reportedly back in jail after he was arrested today in Broward County, Florida
Real name is Dieuson Octave, changed his plea from not guilty to no contest
Mr. Octave, do you accept your plea?
-in the two terminal cases that have put his musical career on hold
-troubled rapper found himself back behind bars after violating the terms of his house arrest
Yeah

[Verse 1]
You know I’m a hot boy, but I ain’t never lose my cool
The streets on fire, that’s why I’m ridin’ with my tool
1800 block boy, I’m quick to give a bitch the blues
I was already sentenced, before I came up out the womb
Streets done already sentenced me, before no cracker could
And I wonder why, when I’m just so fucked up out the hood
And I wonder why, these niggas be hatin’ on a G
When I’m the same lil’ nigga, who gave you niggas a chance to eat
I had to do that time, could nobody do that shit for me
When I was doin’ that time, ain’t nobody do that shit with me
I miss my nigga Cool, I know right now he prolly sleep
One day at a time, ten toes down until you’re free

[Chorus]
Dyin’ in a cell’s every street nigga fear
I give everythin’ back to have my nigga here
I give everythin’ back to have my nigga with me
I already know I had to beef, had my nigga with me
I ain’t tryna see the pen’, I’m tryna make a shape
Neighborhood hero, I’m the one gon’ save the day
Chosen one, my folks depend on me to make a way
I do it for my nigga locked up doin’ day for day

[Verse 2]
They gave Lil’ Marky twenty-five, that’s my man (ayy)
Remember hittin’ licks and runnin’ up them bands (ayy, ayy)
They gave Lil’ Greg sixteen years in the pen (ayy)
For all my niggas locked up, I’m goin’ H.A.M. (ayy, ayy)
They gave Lil’ Ceelo twenty years, free my nigga
They say Lil’ Tracer gettin’ out this December
I dropped fifty-five bands from my hand
They done let me out, so now I’m goin’ H.A.M
Before he go back, shoot it out with the police (ayy)
So that mean he goin’ to court in these streets (ayy, ayy)
He goin’ to trial right there where he stands (ayy)
For everybody did me wrong, I want revenge (ayy, ayy)

[Chorus]
Dyin’ in a cell’s every street nigga fear
I give everythin’ back to have my nigga here
I give everythin’ back to have my nigga with me
I already know I had to beef, had my nigga with me
I ain’t tryna see the pen’, I’m tryna make a shape
Neighborhood hero, I’m the one gon’ save the day
Chosen one, my folks depend on me to make a way
I do it for my nigga locked up doin’ day for day

[Outro]
This my motherfuckin’ album
Paintin’ pictures man, lil’ Kodak, you already know that

Kodak Black – Coolin And Booted (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Glee
Sniper Gang
Glee

[Chorus]
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be sticking, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be stickin’, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit

[Verse 1]
I’m zooted in the Phantom so I’m cruisin’
On the way to your lil’ lady, I might fuck her in the booty
Dropped the Cutlass out the sewer
Rockin’ Gucci, this ain’t Coogi
Nigga better stop goin’ to suzy
Nigga, go get you a Cuban link
Pull up, make them bitches faint
I’m doin’ what you niggas can’t
I’ll wet a nigga up, no paint
All of my niggas I’m with don’t think
Youngest nigga in the game
I’m fourteen when I caught a case
I was fifteen with a thirty-eight
I was sixteen, went to Larry James
I’m coolin’ but the block on fire
Scoop the twenty out the pot
None of my niggas ain’t went to college
All of my niggas they out the projects
Drop the money, catch the body
Jimmy Neutron with the rocket
Fuck with me, you know I got it
I do it and won’t talk about it

[Chorus]
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be sticking, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be stickin’, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit

[Verse 2]
Run up if you stupid, come on
Clutchin’ on that wooly, come on
I’m burnin’ in the lootin’ (ayy)
I’m fleein’ in the lootin’
Polo let me hold the Uzi
I just rented me a vert
I be playin’ with that work
Remember playin’ in the dirt
Call me Dora, it’s in my backpack
Fuck that hoe ’cause she a nat nat
I’m gon’ always keep a clapback
I’m gon’ always keep a gat
Give me head, I call it a snapback
I just drove up in a hatchback
Got them pounds, ain’t talkin’ hashtags
Boy, I’m workin’ with that sack
Your old lady say you fool
I just ran off with your boo
Told me everythin’ you say
She told me everythin’ you do
Ayy, I’m playin’ with that wool
I’m playin’ with that tool
You fuckin’ with my zoes
Like you playin’ in a zoo, ayy

[Chorus]
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be sticking, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be stickin’, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit

Kodak Black – Candy Paint (feat. Bun B) (Painting Pictures Album)

[Chorus x2: Kodak Black]
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Everybody just comparing
Everybody tryna sell drugs
Everybody think they the plug
Everybody wanna ride Forgis now
Ain’t nobody tryna ride dubs

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Candy, candy, candy
Spent 20 grand on my engine
Put Louis V on my women
I’m sippin’ on lean, I’m dizzy
Got digital dash in my cutless
Got this shit from Duffy
Ain’t get this with no rap money
I got this shit from Doubling
Everybody outchea hustlin’
Nigga, you broke, you buggin’
Fuck you, lil’ hoe, you ugly
I got that bag, I got that luggage
I got dirty money, Houston, Texas
I’m sippin’ dirty muddy
I told that bitch, I just want some sucky-sucky
I don’t want no lovey-dovey
Everybody wanna have everythin’
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Every bitch want her weddin’ ring
When these bitches been fuckin’ on everythin’
Everybody wish they had a connect
Everybody want an Audemar Piguet
I ain’t Paul Wall coming to you permanent
Got a Glock 17 with a 30 clip

[Chorus x2: Kodak Black]
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Everybody just comparing
Everybody tryna sell drugs
Everybody think they the plug
Everybody wanna ride Forgis now
Ain’t nobody tryna ride dubs

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Everybody wanna ride candy paint (paint)
Everybody wanna come down (down)
Everybody wanna drop top
Let the trunk go pop and bang that surround (round)
Everybody wanna have a Styrofoam cup
Matter of fact, they want two (why?)
So, they can sip on that motherfuckin’ sizzurp
Like they heard from DJ Screw (ooh)
Everybody wanna claim blue (blue)
Everybody wanna claim red (red)
Everybody wanna bang out
‘Til they got a .45 to they motherfuckin’ head (head)
Everybody say they got bread (bread)
Racks stuffed inside the mattress (mattress)
But, you’d be the dumbest motherfucker ever born
If you sittin’ around believin’ that shit (that shit)
Everybody wanna be a rapper (rapper)
Shinin’ like a boss on stage (stage)
But, it’s gonna take mo’ than some YouTube likes
And a gaddamn IG page (page)
Everybody wanna be who they can’t (can’t)
Instead of tryna be who they are (are)
Man, this shit won’t get you to far
You’ll never be a star regardless of the paint on your car

[Chorus x2: Kodak Black]
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Everybody just comparing
Everybody tryna sell drugs
Everybody think they the plug
Everybody wanna ride Forgis now
Ain’t nobody tryna ride dubs

Kodak Black – Up In Here (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
I like drowning
Hell yeah, I like drowning
Mm-hmm
I like swimmin’ in that lil’ ocean
Mm-hmm
Real shit
You too
Glee
You act like you gon’ drown me

[Chorus]
Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked
You don’t even know how I got it on me
Every time I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, she remind me of that dope
‘Cause that shit be like macaroni
I ain’t Milly but I’m rockin’ in here
They done let me bring my Glock up in here
I ain’t Nelly but it hot up in here
I let out thirty shots up in here

[Verse 1]
I make that pussy feelin’ like it’s mac n’ cheese
Like Dwyane Wade, I be packin’ heat
Got a toy with a whole thirty clip in in it
I fuck with Reckless, that my nigga ’cause he authentic
Got lil Rex on the beat and I am not friendly
I get stupid on a nigga, like I’m autistic
Ain’t do the show without my tooly, I ain’t finna do it
Every time you see me out, I be fuckin’ booted
I wanna shoot that nigga, his plug told me not to do it
Haitian boy [?] I ain’t fuckin’ Rudy
My lil’ homie, he a fool, he quick to go to shootin’
I say the Draco got a drum, you think I’m makin’ music

[Chorus]
Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked
You don’t even know how I got it on me
Every time I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, she remind me of that dope
‘Cause that shit be like macaroni
I ain’t Milly but I’m rockin’ in here
They done let me bring my Glock up in here
I ain’t Nelly but it hot up in here
I let out thirty shots up in here

[Verse 2]
Ayy-Bay-Bay, captain jumpin’ out the Wraith
With the K, like I ain’t got nothin’ goin’
Like I ain’t got a fan base, like I don’t be performin’
Like I ain’t got a lot of fans, I count on these tourin’
They don’t let me bring my wooly in the venue
If I can’t fight you, home boy then I’m hittin’ you
Baby girl, that pussy wetter than chicken noodle soup
Baby girl, that pussy sound like ramen noodle soup
That pussy soundin’ like we’re stirrin’ up some gumbo
All my niggas Sniper Gang, they go retund-to
Got too much felonies, I can’t never go to Toronto
I fuck with PeeWee, fuck with Yoshi, fuck with Monto

[Chorus]
Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked
You don’t even know how I got it on me
Every time I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, she remind me of that dope
‘Cause that shit be like macaroni
I ain’t Milly but I’m rockin’ in here
They done let me bring my Glock up in here
I ain’t Nelly but it hot up in here
I let out thirty shots up in here

Kodak Black – U Ain’t Never (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Boy you ain’t never sell no work, aye
Sniper Gang boy, I got that shit on lock

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 1]
They dang player, do your thing player
Get that money, I be road running
Call it Mickey D’s ’cause I love it
Like a fucking sale, how I got this shit on lock
They know I’m Sniper Gang so I keep this shit on lock
And I’m solo riding in a stolen ridin to that guap
You ain’t certified, nigga you can’t post up on my block
Got the forty Glock cocked back, I be ready to pop
And my pocket look like a pregnant lady, like she ready to pop
You ain’t never hit no fucking lick, you ain’t got no brick
All my niggas be on go, they act like they ain’t got no head
Like my bitches red, money same color as a pool
You a damn fool, how you outchea you ain’t got no loot?

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 2]
How I skeet skeet on your ass, pull out with that bag
They like damn Black, why I never see you drive the Jag?
Aye, aye, you ain’t never slang that iron
How I’m on the grind, I got blood in my eyes
I got VVS’s on my chains, riding with your main
Why you on the corner, nigga you ain’t never sold no yay
And they call me Bill, ’cause I’m all about a dollar
I ain’t selling makeup, but you know I got that product
You could call me Brady, ’cause that money I got a bunch
What’s up witcho lady? shawty said she want a hunch
I be sneaking dog, I be geeking dog, like an armadillo
Like a fucking lizard, nigga I be creeping for that skrilla

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

Kodak Black – Twenty 8 (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
You know, project baby comin’ up and shit
I was clutchin’ on twenty-eight grams of crack cocaine
But then I fell in love with a twenty-eight year old
Both of them twenty-eight

[Chorus]
My lil’ baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here sellin’ yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-ate-ate-ate
I don’t even got no MedicAid-aid-aid-aid
My lil’ baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here sellin’ yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that Mary Kate-ate-ate-ate
I don’t even got no medicate-ate-ate-ate

[Verse 1]
I just dropped that twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I whipped it in my new play-aye-aye-aye
I put the pot on the floor
So it could stick a little more
Drop palm all over your door
So it could stick a lil’ more
Twenty-eight, that’s my bae-aye-aye-aye
I spent a brick on my chain-aye-aye-aye
Thirty-six in my safe
Thirty clip to your face
You snatch my chain, you gon’ die
So why would a nigga try?

[Chorus]
My lil’ baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here sellin’ yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-ate-ate-ate
I don’t even got no MedicAid-aid-aid-aid
My lil’ baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here sellin’ yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-ate-ate-ate
I don’t even got no MedicAid-aid-aid-aid

[Verse 2]
She twenty-eight, she got the whip
My first verse was water whip
My second verse was ’bout my baby girl, she
Don’t even like to go to work without me
I be here sellin’ yola
She was with me in the yoda
I met her on that ugly corner
Remember runnin’ with that poker
Out of state doin’ fraud-aww-aww-aww
That my baby, that my broad-aww-aww-aww
I’m too young, girl, that’s illegal
I’m ’bout to let her meet my people

[Chorus]
My lil’ baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here sellin’ yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-ate-ate-ate
I don’t even got no MedicAid-aid-aid-aid
My lil’ baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here sellin’ yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-ate-ate-ate
I don’t even got no MedicAid-aid-aid-aid

Kodak Black – Patty Cake (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Sniper Gang
Yeah, I like this lil’ beat right here
Yeah, this a nice little beat
I’m sippin’ on Belaire
Yeah, I’m finna paint a picture
Finna paint me a lil’ picture
What this called? Oh this the new Belaire too
This the white wine, I like the white wine

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Verse 1]
Yeah, that a way
I’m ’bout to grab the Wraith, I’m ’bout to grab the key
I’m ’bout to snatch your baby girl and skeet all on her face
I got a feelin’ that today gon’ be a fantastic day
I’m gettin’ tired of the Rollie, I think I want Patek Philippe
It’s either I win or you lose, ’cause I won’t accept defeat
And everybody wanna have the sauce, well I got the recipe
I’m sippin’ on Belaire ’cause it make me feel like I’m on ecstasy
I left my baby, when I come home, I be rubbin’ on her feet
And she be always in my chair, she hate when I be in the streets
My rims taller than my son, I’m ’bout to drop another one
You think a nigga in a band the way I hit him with that drum, ayy

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Verse 2]
My chain VVS
I’m booted up, I got more pills than a CVS
I’m the shit, baby girl, so I got stains in my drawers
All this money like a nigga hit the fuckin’ Power Ball
Sippin’ on champagne, my whip on Dana Dane’s
No time for you lames, I’m flyer than a plane
I’m ridin’ like a train, she love to give me brain
You shootin’ with your eyes closed, you ain’t Sniper Gang
She held me down when I was gone, I bought her Audemars Piguet
I love her like I love my brother, so I let her be my connect
I put her thick ass in the vet, ten bracelets on her neck
You know lil’ Kodak love to flex, I got my momma out the ‘jects

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

Kodak Black – Save You (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Hold me down
Hold me down, hold me down
Just hold me down
Hold me down
Aye, aye, aye-aye-aye
Aye, aye, aye-aye-aye

[Hook]
Hold me down so I can bless you
I’m coming for the rescue
Girl I’ll be there to save the day
You know I love to make your day
I’m coming straight to you
I’m on my way to you
I’m running out things to say
But I got some things I wanna do to you

[Post-Hook]
Wanna show you I appreciate you
Tonight I wanna prove to you
I flew to you without my cape
Went out my way to save you
My homies tellin’ me don’t save that girl
But girl I’m gonna save you
I buy you what you say, ooh
I love you like I made you

[Verse 1]
I’m scared to show you how I feel
I ain’t got no heart, but you the one that make me feel
How you would you take it, if I show you how I feel
It’s somethin’ bout you, I ain’t even know that I could feel
Say you ain’t the one, but I’m rocking with you still
Ain’t about the sex, girl we could Netflix, we could chill
I’m here to stay, I love you like you my kid
And by the way, I want you to have my kid
My homie told me no, baby girl I’m gonna save her
I think they might be right, I’m just gon’ regret it later
Money over bitches, but girl I love you like the paper
Cause when you with me, I don’t even want to get no paper

[Hook]
Hold me down so I can bless you
I’m coming for the rescue
Girl I’ll be there to save the day
You know I love to make your day
I’m coming straight to you
I’m on my way to you
I’m running out things to say
But I got some things I wanna do to you

[Verse 2]
I stopped hanging with my homies, ain’t listen to ’em
They tried to tell me you wasn’t for me, ain’t listen to ’em
That you my motherfucking one, you got me whipped
And I done chased you like the money
I like the way you walk, like the way you flip your hair
Too easy to give up wanna show you that I care
I’ma treat you like my shooter, me and you girl we’re a pair
I’ma treat you like my food, baby I don’t wanna share, you
Make me forget that I’m a jit
Cause baby when I’m witcha
I don’t even think about the streets
And when I’m witcha
I don’t even wanna hear no beats
And if you leaving
I don’t even know how I’ma breath

[Hook]
Hold me down so I can bless you
I’m coming for the rescue
Girl I’ll be there to save the day
You know I love to make your day
I’m coming straight to you
I’m on my way to you
I’m running out things to say
But I got some things I wanna do to you

[Post-Hook]
Wanna show you I appreciate you
Tonight I wanna prove to you
I flew to you without my cape
Went out my way to save you
My homies tellin’ me don’t save that girl
But girl I’m gonna save you
I buy you what you say, ooh
I love you like I made you

Kodak Black – Conscience (feat. Future) (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Yeah, Project Baby
These streets took my conscience
Blee
Sniper Gang
These streets took my conscience

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang
I don’t gang-bang but I bang bang
I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains
Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main

[Verse 2: Future]
Brown liquor made my dawg insane
Booted up a geek, it’s the same thang
Fish scale or molly, it’s the same name
Murder by the stains, which gang you claim?
The big Patek face cost ten chains
Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane
Real talk, 150 when it’s plain Jane
Drop the junk behind the dumpster for some cocaine

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
Ayy, free my nigga coo, he in the chain gang
Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight
I told my nigga be fool, he put a potato on a barrel
I kick lil’ dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel
I bought that bitch a wig ’cause she ain’t got no hair
I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber ’cause she ain’t got no whip
Thirty golds in my mouth like I’m Stephen Curry
Thirty clip in my Glock ’cause I’m a damn Warrior

[Verse 4: Future]
Streets left me scarred, ain’t no worries
Run my money up in a hurry
Thirteen strippers, James Harden
Money make you greedy when you starving
Monisha, Tamica, they vouching
Before I had anything, I was saucing
Before I had that Bentley truck, I was saucing
All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross them

[Verse 5: Kodak Black]
She say she brand new, I swear I want the old her
Eighteen hunded, I got more stories than a author
I’m credit card swipin’ at the Chase Bank (ey)
Me and Future gang gang, same thang
I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold?
Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road
I remember hittin’ houses, nigga, cash 4 gold
These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul

[Verse 6: Future]
These streets took all my soul from me
Tried to leave me in the cold
These streets took my conscience from me
Now tough love is all I show
I know my niggas got love for me
And they filling up they nose
I know my Levi got love for me
She just want everybody to know

[Verse 7: Kodak Black]
I know my niggas, they be missin’ me
So I be posted on the straw
I don’t even care about how much cash I see
I’m always gon’ be in the ‘No
I ran out of money, then they switch lanes
I ran it back up, then I switch lanes
In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane
I bought a brand new K, I can’t wait to let it spray
I’m sorry mom ain’t mean to bring you through so much pain
I said I’m sorry mom, I ain’t mean for it to be this way
Ayy but fuck it, bitch, I’m here, I got diamond rings
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m gettin’ paid

[Outro: Kodak Black]
These streets took my conscience
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
These streets took my conscience
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid

Kodak Black – Tunnel Vision (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Gleeee!
Southside
Aye, Lil Metro on that beat

[Hook]
Lil Kodak, they don’t like to see you winnin’
They wanna see you in the penitentiary
I need me a lil’ baby who gon’ listen
Girl, I don’t wanna be the one you iggin’
My mama told me: "Boy, make a decision!"
Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision
I need me a lil’ baby who gon’ listen
Girl, I don’t wanna be the one you iggin’
Lil Kodak, they don’t like to see you winnin’
They wanna see you in the penitentiary
I need me a lil’ baby who gon’ listen
Girl, I don’t wanna be the one you iggin’
My mama told me: "Boy, make a decision!"
Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision
They sendin’ all my homies on a mission
And I ain’t tryna miss out on these millions

[Verse 1]
I jumped up out the Wraith, Kodak bought a Wraith
I get any girl I want, any girl I want
She want me to save the day, but I ain’t got a cape
She wanna see me every day, she wanna be my bae
That money make me cum, it make me fornicate
Uh, I’m the shit, I need some toilet paper
Follow my player rules, then we gon’ be okay
On the real I need a bih’ who gon’ cooperate

[Hook]
Lil Kodak, they don’t like to see you winnin’
They wanna see you in the penitentiary
I need me a lil’ baby who gon’ listen
Girl, I don’t wanna be the one you iggin’
My mama told me: "Boy, make a decision!"
Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision
I need me a lil’ baby who gon’ listen
Girl, I don’t wanna be the one you iggin’
Lil Kodak, they don’t like to see you winnin’
They wanna see you in the penitentiary
I need me a lil’ baby who gon’ listen
Girl, I don’t wanna be the one you iggin’
My mama told me: "Boy, make a decision!"
Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision
They sendin’ all my homies on a mission
And I ain’t tryna miss out on these millions

[Verse 2]
I told you niggas I’m gon’ be that fuckin’ nigga
Everything be good ’til you doin’ better than ’em
They wanna see a nigga shot or see me in the system
All you niggas out here poison like snake venom
Codeine in my liver, rockin’ Balenciaga denim
I’m booted even when I’m sober, I don’t need a jigga
They sendin’ all my niggas on a fuckin’ journey
I told that baby to come over ’cause I’m fuckin’ horny
My mama told me: "Kill these niggas, son, keep it goin’!"
I’m thug to the bone, but I’m still her baby boy
Lil Kodak, boy they hate to see you in a foreign
They miss when you was in that ‘Yota kickin’ door

[Hook]
Lil Kodak, they don’t like to see you winnin’
They wanna see you in the penitentiary
I need me a lil’ baby who gon’ listen
Girl, I don’t wanna be the one you iggin’
My mama told me: "Boy, make a decision!"
Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision
I need me a lil’ baby who gon’ listen
Girl, I don’t wanna be the one you iggin’
Lil Kodak, they don’t like to see you winnin’
They wanna see you in the penitentiary
I need me a lil’ baby who gon’ listen
Girl, I don’t wanna be the one you iggin’
My mama told me: "Boy, make a decision!"
Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision
They sendin’ all my homies on a mission
And I ain’t tryna miss out on these millions

Kodak Black – Corrlinks And Jpay (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Ear Dummers
Sniper gang
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1]
I’m like a fiend, know what I mean? I need everythin’
No homie, this ain’t lean, I’m drinkin’ lemonade
I ain’t talkin’ Blige but I’m blowin’ Mary J
You would think I’m blind ’cause I be rockin’ heavy shades
I gotta keep the fire, try me, I’m gon’ let it rain
‘Cause I be walkin’ round with a big scary chain
On when I’m posted up, I’m sellin’ candy cane
Before I made my move, I had to let it marinate
I beat the pot with the spoon and watch the dope lock up
I drop the 5 in the Duce like I’m Hurt Locker
Don’t make me run up in your gig ’cause I’m a show stopper
I got 99 bands, I ain’t got no problems
Ayy, repeat what you just said, you don’t want no problems
I’m patient, when she give me head, I call her dome doctor
I keep a pep in my step like I’m pimp walkin’
I run up in your home like I’m a Macaulay Culkin
I got lil shawty, on that reefer now she Kodak boppin’
When I jump up in that beamer, I be thot hoppin’
All this Perc’ in the lean got me sleep walkin’
I’m booted up, Molly Jolly, I don’t need coffee
I’m tryna blow the fuck up, those crackers lock me down
They got me on the seventh floor, I’m tryna hit the ground
I’m tryna touch the promised land, you need to let me down
I put my trust in that bitch, that hoe let me down

[Chorus]
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay

[Verse 2]
For all my niggas waitin’ on some pictures through the Corrlink I know your people ain’t keep it real like they supposed to be
Go send your niggas some money through JPay so he can eat
That nigga used to look out for you when he was on the streets
I just hit my cousin one today, do it like e-mail
I know that feelin’ that you feelin’ and I love you, fam
Just like a peanut, butter, jelly, my nigga in a jam
This for them niggas eatin’ Zoom Zoom’s and Wam Wam’s
And your girl got a new nigga but she gon’ leave when you release
Feel like everybody shakin’, they be loyal for a week
That boy a Jimmy told me Black you a profit, nigga
Cause when you, spit that real shit that be like God sent you

[Chorus]
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay

Kodak Black – Reminiscing (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Off the head, shit, you know what I’m saying
Blee, brr, off the dome, man, I’m in, ayy

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
22 hours locked down, ain’t shit to do but think
I remember like it was yesterday, was drinkin’ out the sink
I’m sittin’ back plottin’, I’m just sittin’ back vibin’
A nigga can’t complain, I had to use my time wisely
I’m sleepin’ in a dorm, but they ain’t send me off to college
I still got money buried from that lick I hit in Raleigh
I’m book-smart but the streets gave me all my knowledge
So there ain’t nun’ for you when you comin’ out the projects
So there ain’t nun’ for you when you comin’ out the slum
A mouth full of gold teeth, they think a nigga dumb
I got a handful of dreads, think a nigga illiterate
But I know when I go to talk, a nigga’ll reconsider it
I know you niggas just tryna benefit
I ain’t fuckin’ with you a little bit
I ain’t fuckin’ with you at all
I ain’t fuckin’ with you at all
I was sellin’ weed in middle school, just meet me in the halls
Right now I’m goin’ in, but I was just behind the wall
This jail got me thinkin’, I feel like everybody flawed
I got too much to lose, but I’ll still go at a nigga jaw
I’m down for the count, I’m never down for the cause
I made a million dollars off of shows and goin’ hard

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I love money, I can’t go back to the bottom ’cause I
Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it
But, I’m reminiscing, yeah
I’m reminiscing, yeah
Fuck your problems, it’s too late to tell me sorry
I pulled up in a ‘rari, it don’t come with no apologies
I’m reminiscing, yeah
I’m reminiscing, yeah

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I remember everythin’, I done been through everythin’
I remember who shitted on me, or who been in the paint
Like Ray J, got a bitch from the Bronx givin’ me brain
Like Ray J, I done walked through the motherfuckin’ rain
Right now I done got too far to give a motherfucker a feature
I’m the freshest man in high school, but I’m a motherfuckin’ senior
Lil’ shawty want to kick it, I told her I don’t play FIFA
I jumped up out the Beamer, now I’m slidin’ in the regal
That pussy so tight but I be tryna go deeper
If she can make moolah, she a motherfuckin’ keeper
Reminiscin’ about my niggas, reminiscin’ about my homies
I’m thinkin’ ’bout my niggas, I’m thinkin’ ’bout my whoadies
I don’t fuck with Fooly no more but I still fuck with Cody
Got a booger in my nose, A Boogie on the chorus
A young nigga, I jumped off the porch, run Forrest
I’ll lose it about that money, I’ll go dumb for it
I’m workin’ like a Mexican, fuck around and get deported
I bought my mama a crib, thirty clip in my forty
She said that my baby, I told that bih let’s go to Maury
Lame niggas get extorted, if it ain’t foreign then it’s borin’

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I love money, I can’t go back to the bottom ’cause I
Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it
But, I’m reminiscing, yeah
I’m reminiscing, yeah
Fuck your problem, it’s too late to tell me sorry
I pulled up in a ‘Rari, it don’t come with no apologies
I’m reminiscing, yeah
I’m reminiscing, yeah
Reminiscing, yeah
I’m reminiscing, yeah

Kodak Black – Side Nigga (Painting Pictures Album)

[Hook]
Fuck this shit, I’m tired of this
Ain’t tryna be your alternate
Fuck it, you can stay with him
Obviously you ain’t shaking him
I see that nigga, I’m slaying him
Why the hell you wanna stay with him?
Obviously you ain’t shaking him
I see that nigga, I’m slaying him
You don’t know what you could be
You ain’t don’t even know my pitch
Like you don’t wanna be my bih
I’m tryna make you my bih
I don’t wanna be your mini-er
Don’t wanna be your inferior
If you give me a chance
Baby I’ma be your man

[Verse 1]
Baby I ain’t even playing
I just wanna be your man
Lately I been thinking
Wanna have some romance
I’ma treat you like a princess
Ain’t gonna nowhere, I’m staying
Fuck them lil hoes, they hating
Ain’t gonna nowhere, I’m staying
Tired of this other nigga, I know he a lame
I would X him out the fucking picture
But you won’t tell me his name
I’ma crop him out the frame
I’ma find out where he stay
I’ma get that nigga slayed
But you don’t wanna tell me his name

[Hook]
Fuck this shit, I’m tired of this
Ain’t tryna be your alternate
Fuck it, you can stay with him
Obviously you ain’t shaking him
I see that nigga, I’m slaying him
Why the hell you wanna stay with him?
Obviously you ain’t shaking him
I see that nigga, I’m slaying him
You don’t know what you could be
You ain’t don’t even know my pitch
Like you don’t wanna be my bih
I’m tryna make you my bih
I don’t wanna be your mini-er
Don’t wanna be your inferior
If you give me a chance
Baby I’ma be your man

[Verse 2]
You don’t want me, then just tell me that
I swear to god I’ll understand
Probably feel like I’m just a kid
I’m nineteen and you twenty-six
I’m infatuated with everything you do
But I’m tired of trying to impress you boo
So tell me what it is
And baby I’ma let you live
Baby I’ma let you be
Do you want him or you want me
Swear I don’t wanna be your secondary
Lil Kodak crop him out the picture
Baby you just don’t know
I ain’t even got no hoes
I just wanna be your only though
That’s only if you want me to

[Hook]
Fuck this shit, I’m tired of this
Ain’t tryna be your alternate
Fuck it, you can stay with him
Obviously you ain’t shaking him
I see that nigga, I’m slaying him
Why the hell you wanna stay with him?
Obviously you ain’t shaking him
I see that nigga, I’m slaying him
You don’t know what you could be
You ain’t don’t even know my pitch
Like you don’t wanna be my bih
I’m tryna make you my bih
I don’t wanna be your mini-er
Don’t wanna be your inferior
If you give me a chance
Baby I’ma be your man

Kodak Black – Off The Land (Painting Pictures Album)

[Hook]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playing, I’m ’bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to god it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me,how I’m sucking on her titties

[Verse 1]
I’m painting pictures, everything I say you see it vivid
Lil Kodak making movies, I have you feelin’ like you in it
I don’t make no bubblegum music, I spit that real shit
You don’t live my life, when you hear my songs you’ll feel like you lived it
I don’t got no lady ’cause these bitches never like to listen
Getting bread every day, I graduated from biscuits
I don’t do karate so why lil shawty wanna kick it
The Audi got four rings, it think a nigga in the Olympics
I be money-laundering
I got zero tolerance
When I get home I gotta hit (baby)
You better be in your lingerie (baby)

[Hook]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playing, I’m ’bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to god it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me,how I’m sucking on her titties

[Verse 2]
Ain’t talking Disney but I had to get it off the land
When you see me I’m booted up, ain’t talking Timberland
No not Boy RD but free my niggas in the can
How can you even sleeping knowing that you ratted on your man?
Like a newborn baby how I’m sucking on her breast
I got two fingers up her dress and she already wet
I’m calculating every move, this shit like playing chess
AR-15 with the scope just like I’m Ron Artest
All you bitches you can’t touch this like I’m MC Hammer
Where were you when I was cutting dope with Arm & Hammer
When I was jumping in them houses like I’m fucking Santa
They send me to the slammer, you won’t even send a letter

[Hook]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playing, I’m ’bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to god it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me,how I’m sucking on her titties

Kodak Black – Top Off Benz (feat. Young Thug) (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Be in your broad
I’m ’bout to be in your broad

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Money in every room that I walk in
I got pigeons in the coop and they chargin’ in
Got the Hermès on my drawers as I walk through, nigga (I walk through, nigga)
If you see me, I got jewels, what it do (nigga, what it do, nigga)
Pull up, hop out a foreign whip
I got some guns in the pool pit
And with my car, got a full kit
Don’t make me go brazy, go ludicrous
Been doin’ for ages, you new to this
I look at the greatest like who is this?
I ball on ’em like I’m Peja Stojaković
I diggin’ your bitch with a lot of dick
I’m promisin’ to God, I’ma ball on you
I do it for the dogs that’s behind the walls too
I ball with your broad, buy her Gucci, Jimmy Choos
Buy the bitch diamonds and the yellow pikachu

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I fucked the whole crew, yeah, they get exposed too
I call her CNN, yeah ’cause baby, you old news
I hate to say I told ya, yeah but nigga, I told you
Your lady gon’ let me paint her, yeah ’cause that what hoes do
I’ma treat you like a queen, yeah ’cause that’s what royals do
She thinkin’ we pourin’ bread, yeah, I love her like soul food
I eat her like soul food, I’m pullin’ up, foreign coupe
Your man don’t get no loop, Timberland, I’m on the boot
Your rent is overdue, oh my God, I love my Ru’
You think a nigga soo woo, I’m bangin’ on your boo
She follow me like Blues Clue but I be on the move
Say free my nigga Woo Woo, my snipers on the loose
S550 my nig, S550 ya dig

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Fuck around and hit your broad, dog
Fuck around and hit you ’bout the sauce, dog
Fuck around and hit it then leave her raw dog
Fuck around, sweep her, dig that hoe with that Draco
Go, fuck around, make your nigga brazy (go brazy, brazy)
Fuck around, make your nigga come take me (woo, make your nigga come take me)
We been treatin’ your ball like hoes for ages (oh God)
And controllin’ your bitch like Comcast cable (facts, facts)
We got the top with the sun down
I ride round the town with the top down
I peek out the covers like clowns
My water gon’ drown you, my Bentley truck sound proof, ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

Kodak Black – Feeling Like (feat. Jeezy) (Painting Pictures Album)

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I just pray to God, them crackers don’t come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin’ like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin’ like you only want me ’cause I’m icy
I just pray to God, them crackers don’t come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin’ like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin’ like you only want me ’cause I’m icy

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
My lil nigga trippin’, have the one catch a body
He even dropped outta school, took it to his hobby
I told him to just do it and don’t talk about it
And once you slide, boy, you better hit everybody
I’m livin’ like a sniper, lyin’ with the window cracked
‘Cause I’m about to see out the end
I be chasin’ paper but these ladies, they be after me
And every time I talk to one, they gotta scrap a G
All of ’em got a game plan on try to catch me
Think about my life, every night I’m smokin’ grabba leaf
I think about my homies in the system
I think about my homies ’cause I miss ’em
I wish you could call me to come get you, my nigga
You miss Christmas, my nigga
You miss Easter, my nigga
You missin’ out on your children
The streets vouch for me ’cause rappin’ what I’m livin’
I rap the way I rap ’cause I be rappin’ what I’m feelin’
[?] I’m gone

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I just pray to God, them crackers don’t come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin’ like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin’ like you only want me ’cause I’m icy
I just pray to God, them crackers don’t come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin’ like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin’ like you only want me ’cause I’m icy

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Yo, my daughter got a nanny for my her other nanny
Bitch, I made it out the hood, motherfuckin’ Grammy
Two mil on wheels, that’s in my garage
Wish Granny could see me now, bitch, I’m livin’ large
Tripped a lotta deal, reupped and parted ways
50/50, make it back, that’s what they all say
Y’all pray for us, we on the turn pipe
And if them lights get behind us, I’ma burn rubber
See niggas lose they life, nigga lose their minds
Niggas get to like you, nigga left behind, woo
These niggas love to hate but shit, I love the grind
And ain’t no lookin’ better, just a waste of time
Long, live, fresh, these niggas ain’t right for ya
But keep it real, hey, who really down to die for ya?
All I know is that these chains take a way this pain
Scrapped up in the ‘rari in designer frames
Mad luck just hit the last house
My paranoid ass Bentley, got the cash out
I feel like niggas don’t want me to be great
Until you’re made but they’re inside, G’s fake
Thank the Lord, I got blessed with some trap money
But the devil got me workin’ for this rap money
They tried to stop me livin’ good, I’ma die today
Rich nigga from the hood, I’ma die that way

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I just pray to God, them crackers don’t come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin’ like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin’ like you only want me ’cause I’m icy
I just pray to God, them crackers don’t come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin’ like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin’ like you only want me ’cause I’m icy