YNW Melly – Rolling Loud Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, hey
You know the mountains and the sun forever rise and go
How high the diamonds shinin’ on him
I don’t wanna go
Yeah the VVS’, oh
Thumb through the racks
Thumbin’ through the racks and a nigga gotta get right back
Gotta get right, gotta get right, right, right back
Gotta get right

[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (Dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Loud)
Aroma is inside the air (Inside the air)
When they was lookin’ at us (Lookin’ at us)
My demon told me it was unfair (No, no)

[Verse 1]
Gotta get racks, racks, racks (Racks, racks, racks)
Gotta go cop that Porsche (Cop that Porsche)
Got that bitch shakin’ ass in the kitchen in booty shorts (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t tryna die no time soon, they say life too short
That’s only if you lose faith, we gotta get it today (Yeah)
Pop you a Molly or somethin’ else, Hennessy, get you some money and get it (Get it)
She wanna fuck on me, she suck a lil’ somethin’
She swallowin’ all of my niggas (For nothin’)
Ain’t droppin’ no dime
I swear to God, bitch I’ll do the time for all of my niggas (My Slimes)
Okay way down, paint it, okay, hair trigger

[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (A dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Loud, lot of loud)
Aroma is inside the air (You can smell it)
When they was lookin’ at us (Why you lookin’ at us?)
My demon told me it was unfair (Unfair)

[Verse 2]
Oh, baby, what you mean? Gotta get to this green
I don’t wanna do no more of that codeine
I’ll ho-o-old the Glock, I gotta get a bean
Oh, what you want is sex, she say she want Rolaids
Got a hundred round drum on that TEC
Don’t play with us, this shit get disrespectful
Beat the bitch one time, if I did it, then I bet I left her (I see you)
She wanna get it, she wanna fuck, I wanna go (I wanna go)
To a place that me and the lil’ bitch ain’t never been before (‘Fore)
Uh, I gotta get lil’ ho from Idaho, and
I don’t know what the fuck she got goin’ on, this shit so potent (So potent)
I’m rollin’, rollin’, I’m rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, locomotion (‘Motion)
I got a 40, I’ll hold this bitch and shoot it at you people (You people)

[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit (Bound to get hit)
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (A dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Lot of loud)
Aroma is inside the air (In the air)
When they was lookin’ at us (At us)
My demon told me it was unfair

[Outro]
You gon’ get fucked from the dick by the back and go get you them Rolaids (Rolaids)
She want the Rolaids (Roll)
She want a Rolex (Go)
She on the wave, yeah
Young Nigga World, young nigga wavy
World, young nigga wavy

Future – Faceshot Lyrics

[Intro]
I’ma run this one all way down
Non-stop, you know what I’m sayin’?
See how I’m comin’?
(I just told Richie we rich)

[Chorus]
Yeah, playin’ with the girl out in Fresno (Yeah)
I like to get hyphy for a kilo (Yeah)
I fuck with lil’ shawty, she got deep throat (Yeah)
Get your ass hit for a C-note (Yeah, yeah)
Push start, big foreign (Big foreign)
In the nick trap with the big 40 (Big 40)
Stuffed the M inside the Goyard (Million dollars)
My natural job dope boy (D boy)

[Verse 1]
Skrrt, skrrt in a fast car (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt in a fast toy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt, cook the yay’ up (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt, got my weight up (Yee)
Gold-wrapped ten stack, got a nigga geeked (Skrrt)
I go shoppin’ in Europe, nigga, I ain’t cheap (Skrrt)
Lost count, put up all the profit ten weeks (Skrrt)
Just in one week, it sold a thousand pounds on one street
Gold on my teeth, put some red bottoms on my feet
I fuck with freaks, one, two, three, keep it a G
Motherfuck them hoes, we treat ’em like the police
Motherfuckin’ throwed, my niggas tryna OD, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, playin’ with the girl out in Fresno (Yeah)
I like to get hyphy for a kilo (Yeah)
I fuck with lil’ shawty, she got deep throat (Yeah)
Get your ass hit for a C-note (Yeah, yeah)
Push start, big foreign (Big foreign)
In the nick trap with the big 40 (Big 40)
Stuffed the M inside the Goyard (Million dollars)
My natural job dope boy (D boy)

[Verse 2]
Skrrt, skrrt, that’s my wrist talkin’ (That’s talkin’)
Skrrt, skrrt, the pot moonwalkin’ (Moonwalkin’)
Skrrt, skrrt, that that new forty (That new forty)
Skrrt, skrrt, they goin’ 730 (730)
Since we made it out the swamp, it must be hell (730)
I’m Young Pluto, bitch, I’m trappin’ out Chanel (730)
One thousand dollars for all my shoes, I’m very rare (True story)
Ayy, fuck a dog collar, nigga, I’m a bear (Dog)
Ain’t gon’ front, I brought out the egg beater (Huh)
Rich nigga but I’m seein’ dead people (Ain’t gon’ front)
Lordy, all these models all head eaters (Yeah, yeah)
Half of these bitches sleepin’ with the Grim Reaper (Woo)
Rich nigga, put eight in on one liter (Woo)
Had to buy some extra diamonds to make my arms even (Woo)
You not upper echelon, you not a don neither
We gettin’ the same money as Illuminati (‘Luminati)
He wanna prove a point and try to catch a body (Catch a body)
They gon’ double up the money for the faceshot (For the faceshot)
They gon’ kidnap his wife for the safe spot (For that safe spot)
Tell ’em shoot her in the face, bitch, I hate thots (Yeah, I hate thots)

[Chorus]
Yeah, playin’ with the girl out in Fresno (Yeah)
I like to get hyphy for a kilo (Yeah)
I fuck with lil’ shawty, she got deep throat (Yeah)
Get your ass hit for a C-note (Yeah)
Push start, big foreign (Big foreign)
In the nick trap with the big 40 (Big 40)
Stuffed the M inside the Goyard (Million dollars)
My natural job dope boy (Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy)

Future – F&N Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
808 Mafia
Fuck around, parked the ‘Vette and didn’t even get back in it
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Verse]
Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeah
How do I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah
Soon as I roll up, put my doors up
Go’n head, pour up, roll a few O’s up, let’s go
Four by four, that tall shit, let’s go
I jumped in the spot on a tall bitch, let’s go
I told ’em to get out and bag that, let’s go
I’m Frank Lucas and Mad Max, let’s go
I’m high from yesterday
Put ’em on bean, yeah, put ’em on all the schemes, yeah
Put ’em on lean, yeah, they whippin’ them new machines, yeah
By any means, yeah, we gotta clear out the scene, yeah
I just took an AK to a dinner date
I just put some VVs in a Richard face
And the presidential is a day-date
Hit ’em with that chopper first, Ray J
I’m a well known nuisance and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc’, then you lean like kickstand
Skeleton AP, that’s a wristband
All these niggas shaky, might as well dance
I don’t trust him, we gon’ dust him, that’s some Taliban
Big foreign truck, it’s lift up like an avalanche
I’ll teach you how to finesse for some big bands
I got so many white bitches, Ku Klux Klan
I come with the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no harmin’ me, no, no
Put a lil’ hit on your head, they comin’ to get you, they slicin’ your throat
Put a lil’ bitch in the bed, we goin’ digital, wipin’ her nose
M.O.H., money over hoes
I got that H in front of the lil’ boat
Got dog food and it’s for the low
I’m with thoroughbred standin’ at the store
In expensive threads, head to the floor
I know they talkin’ shit ’cause they some hoes
You know them FN bullets go through doors

[Part II]

[Chorus]
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&-F&-F&-F&—
F&-F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N)

[Verse]
Homocide for the brodie
You beat a body, get a Rollie
We don’t entertain no police
I’m certified with my dodie
They would catch hell ’bout woadie
Got a bigger scale for the dodie
I done met friends in Dolce
We done met and chopped it up on some cool shit, uh
Only time my slime talk murder’s on the cruise ships, uh
Got that cutter and it’s longer than a pool stick, uh
Straight face, no dates, I’m a heavyweight
I ain’t even gotta tell my dawgs to keep one in the chamber
Ready to take it off your shoulder, frustration and anger
Yeah, they get it, don’t approach us, fuck bein’ famous
Long as I got my…
Let’s go

[Chorus]
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
These bullets, they be goin’ through doors
Drop low, get down on the floor
Young nigga, they gon’ ‘head and wipe your nose
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)

YNW Melly – No More Lyrics

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with him?”

[Verse 1]
Tryna beef over some pussy, that’s funny (That’s funny)
Can’t believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin’ out money
Platinum diamond, VVS’ payin’ taxes or somethin’
But it’s okay, I understand, you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid
While you locked up somebody else shovin’ that dick in her stomach
I can’t be beefin’ bout these bitches, bruh, this shit gettin’ old
Knowin’ that pussy stainless steel, but yet you treat it like gold
They been showin’ me that these niggas ain’t real (Ain’t real, fuck nigga)
Get caught up with that time, they gon’ squeal (Gon’ squeal)
These bitches ain’t shit, these niggas ain’t real (Ain’t real)
Keep playin’, your ass fuck ’round and get killed
What’s goin’ on, bro, I heard you been trippin’ (Was trippin’)
I thought you kept it real from beginnin’
Until I heard that track you made and I came to some suspicions
I can’t believe to my surprise, one of my woadies sneak dissin’

[Bridge]
Yeah, you turned cold, I can’t fuck with you
It’s like that Molly done turned you into a fuck nigga
Hold up, wait, bro, pose for the picture
You officially have been framed as a fuck nigga
And that’s truth, this… ain’t fuckin’ with you at all
And look, they be snapped, but this fuck nigga ain’t my dawg
That ain’t my dawg no more
That ain’t my dawg (No)
That ain’t my dawg no more (Nah)

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with—”

[Verse 2]
I can’t be fuckin’ with none of these niggas
‘Cause all of these niggas be actin’ like bitches
You know that I’m straight out of Indian River
I don’t give no fuck about none of these niggas
We just tryna run up this mothafuckin’ skrilla
All of my niggas, they really some killers
See you a pussy, I used to fuck with you
But then you turned cold on me, nigga what’s up?
I cannot go, oh, oh like that (I can’t go like that)
Can’t believe you switched up like a ho like that
Like bruh, I know you ain’t got many hoes like that
I would have let you have the bitch
I would have let you smash the bitch
I don’t give a fuck, nigga (What?)
‘Cause you’re still a fuck nigga (What?)
And that time you let me hold your pistol
You should have bucked, nigga
Wait, I should’ve bucked you, nigga
But now I’m feelin’ like fuck you, nigga (Fuck you)
And if this chopper ever catch you, it’s hungry
It eat your bitch ass up for supper, nigga (Yum, yum, yum, yum)
Sometimes I wake up and I be in my feelings all night
Sometimes tell that I was reminiscin’
All of these bitches, they wasn’t even missin’ me
Now they all on me and they tryna kiss me
I thought that we were 51-50, but you could never be with us
These niggas claim they fuck with us, but really be the enemy

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with him?”

[Outro]
Tryna beef over some pussy, that’s funny (That’s funny)
Can’t believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin’ out money
Platinum diamond, VVS’ payin’ taxes or somethin’
But it’s okay, I understand, you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid
And you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid

James Blake – Power On Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I thought I might be better dead, but I was wrong
I thought everything could fade, but I was wrong
I thought I’d never find my place, but I was wrong
And where I least wanted to look, it came along

[Pre-Chorus]
I thought sex was at my pace, but I was wrong
I thought it mattered more I’d say, but I was wrong
I thought you were second place to every song
I thought you’d overstayed your welcome
I was wrong, power on, power on

[Chorus]
Have you ever coexisted (Power on)
So easily?
Let’s go home and talk shit about everyone
Let’s go home, finally

[Post-Chorus]
Will the waters ever still? That’s what I want
And with every inhalation I’m further up
‘Til I can only see the outline of the storm
From space I can see that I was wrong
Power on, power on
Power on
Power on
Power on

[Verse 2]
I thought I’d always have my way to come along
I thought the table’d still be laid, but you were strong (You were strong)
I thought that I could hide my face, but I was wrong
And where I least want you to look, you carry on, carry on

[Pre-Chorus]
I thought sex was at my pace, but I was wrong
I thought it mattered more I’d say, but I was wrong
I thought you were second place to every song
I thought you’d overstayed your welcome
I was wrong, power on, power on

[Chorus]
Have you ever coexisted (Power on)
So easily?
(Power on)
Let’s go home and talk shit about everyone
(Power on)
Let’s go home, finally

[Bridge]
Drop the pen on the mood that you’re in
Drop the pen on the mood that you’re in
Drop the pen on the mood that you’re in
Drop the pen on the mood that you’re in
If it feels like a home
Power on, power on
If it feels like a home
Power on, power on, power on
If it feels like a home
Power on, power on, power on
Power, power on
Power on, power on, power on
If it feels like a home
Power on

Future – Promise U That Lyrics

[Intro: Future & Lil Juice]
It ain’t no talk on this
You a bad lil’ bitch, don’t worry, ah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)

[Verse 1: Future]
I know you don’t want no scrub, no-no-no, no-no-no
Baby, this thuggin’ love, no-no, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Came up in the club, aw, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Tryna make some love, yah-yah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Ass like your mommy, know you won’t try me
Hop on the trolley just to see me
Came with nobody, leave with nobody
Reason you came, just to see me
Backstage pass with your ass out
You got no shame how you came out
Baby, I promise, I’ll respect game
Only thing that I can say is…

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Future & Lil Juice]
Came in a dress, you gon’ leave in a mink, I can promise you that
(Promise you that, promise you that, promise you that)
Came in a dress, you gon’ leave in a mink, I can promise you that
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

[Verse 2: Future]
Permanent issues got me thinkin’ outside the box
They was sayin’ I was cocky, I don’t feel like I’m cocky enough
Yeah, he fuck you and I fuck you, I don’t wanna get caught carin’ too much
I can’t expect you to change when you did it for fame, yeah
I’m thinkin’ tropical, beaches and leeches, I’m thinkin’ private, oh
From the car to the jet, from the jet to the beach, got a million-some dollars on me
Got a milli’ on me with a Richard Mille on me, I’m the bigger homie
I don’t get no sleep, I made love on these corners

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Never met no nigga flyer than me, I can promise you that (Promise you that)
Promise you that, promise you that, promise you that
Never met no nigga talkin’ to you when he fuck you like that

[Outro: Future]
I always wonder if she loyal (I always wonder)
I hope we on the same accord (Woo)
Let me fix all my rings
Let’s converse off codeine (Yeah)

Future – Temptation Lyrics

[Intro: Future & Lil Juice]
Freebandz
Yeah, I’m the richest nigga out my city if you ain’t know
These hoes can hop on Spirit Airlines about it
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
I made it finessin’, I turned into somethin’ from nothin’, yeah
Made it through poverty, I’m the minority, you know my story
Hop on the jet off my property, I fly away
Fly, fly, fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Copped me a presi’, yeah, yeah
Straight out the trenches, yeah, yeah
My niggas came with me, yeah, yeah
The riches, the riches, the riches, yeah
Rich nigga out of Zone 6, yeah
All of these hoes came with it, yeah
Audemars Piguets came with it, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I was tryna fight temptation, yeah
Top gone, it’s on vacation, yeah
I’m not tryin’ to hurt nobody
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Count up the hundreds, I promise some patience
Give you some game, that’s slow motivation
We need the gas straight in the basement
Switch up the swag, switch up the bag
Niggas, they jockin’ my swag ’cause it’s fashion
I do it bigger than niggas imagine
Heard that bitch makin’ up rumors
She gave more head than a tumor
And I got facts, I can prove it, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got real rich and ain’t get no diploma
She think it’s somethin’ got to do with my mama
Well I can’t love her, like she need me
That’s what you get when you thinkin’ of marriage
Now I wake up and I fuck on a bad bitch
Drugs got me savage

[Bridge]
It’s so hard, it’s so hard, these Perkys keep me sad
All my dawgs, all my dawgs, found ’em locked up in the cage
We gettin’ paid, we so paid, move them bricks, then move on
Switch them bags, switch them bags, then move on, then move on

[Chorus]
Copped me a presi’, yeah, yeah
Straight out the trenches, yeah, yeah
My niggas came with me, yeah, yeah
The riches, the riches, the riches, yeah
Rich nigga out of Zone 6, yeah
All of these hoes came with it, yeah
Audemars Piguets came with it, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I was tryna fight temptation, yeah
Top gone, it’s on vacation, yeah
I’m not tryin’ to hurt nobody
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Car full of bullets, ain’t findin’ no shooter
That’s what you get when you niggas delusional
I remember when they thought I was average
Now I wake up and I fuck on a bad bitch

[Outro]
I tried to fight temptations, yeah
Riches on riches on riches on riches on riches…
And I can’t lie, you… you sure had the first bust down Richard Mille I had seen in that form
(Ayy what it do, ayy what it do)
The first one
(Ayy, what it do)

Future – Ain’t Coming Back Lyrics

[Intro]
The Wizard
Some things out of my control
Gotta stay in my zone
Know what I’m sayin’
I just told Richie we rich
Woo

[Chorus]
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin’ my soul
Bad bitch layin’ down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil’ and didn’t fold
Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’
Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy

[Verse 1]
Different, I done customized the Bentley, yeah
Difference, I done fucked a few stars, yeah
Probably know a couple names on the list
Some you don’t know, they anonymous
Fluorescent but keep the jewelry on a miss
Never on the shelf, never on the shelf, yeah
I don’t need no stylist, I can dress myself (I don’t need a stylist)
Gotta watch the diamonds and they match the belt
Tryna give advice, need to help yourself
Tryna save me, need to save yourself
I can hear the hate even if I’m deaf
You childish, nigga, yeah, you childish, nigga
Jealous of my wrist and my diamonds
Jealous ’cause these hoes out here wildin’, yeah, yeah
They say I’m the one that inspired them, yeah, yeah
They say I’m the one that can excite ’em (You the one)

[Chorus]
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin’ my soul
Bad bitch layin’ down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil’ and didn’t fold
Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’
Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah (I’m so different)
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy (Feel my energy)
Couple real friends turned enemy

[Post-Chorus]
Brought my dices with me, had to skip class
Had to tell so many I ain’t comin’ back
Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back
Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back

[Verse 2]
Bitch went to the ‘Gram to write a book (Why she do that?)
Tryna steal the bands from me like a crook (Bands)
Don’t you judge me off mistakes I’ve made
Talk shit, gotta take it to the grave (For live)
Wrist rocky, talkin’ V-V-V’s
Bitches suckin’ out my energy
She’ll fuck my brother for the currency
Dawg ho, and these dawgs ain’t free
Never on the shelf, always fresh to death
I don’t need a stylist, I can dress myself
Drugs in my system, don’t play it fair
Bitches take advantage, know I need help

[Chorus]
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin’ my soul
Bad bitch layin’ down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil’ and didn’t fold
Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’
Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy

[Post-Chorus]
Brought my dices with me, had to skip class
Had to tell so many I ain’t comin’ back
Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back
Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back

[Outro]
Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’
Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy

G Herbo – Up It Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Ratchet shit
Shawty [?] popping out the cut, fat bitch shit
Shawty know why I’m tryna brack it, her butt fat as shit
Got an automatic under my jacket and I’m really what’s happening
I just popped a little [?] so I’m feeling fantastic
I’m like fuck it I’ma just go to work cause I’ve been in the bank like [?]
I buy lil bitch a Jaguar, I want me an Aston
Hood bitch with me I’m like NASCAR driver [?]
And I’m smoking [?] she giving head while I’m driving, I’ma fuck around and crash
I’m like fuck it I wanna smash right now, I’ma take her to the mansion
I told her I still wanna suck on her titties though even though they’re plastic
In that new shit I can self park the whip, I’m feeling Jurassic
And you know I pop out with a whip on my wrist huh, look at the dash
Got a bank account nobody know about, yeah I just fill it with cash
Everybody wanna fuck your sister, Stacey Dash
But it ain’t really cause of her face or her basic ass

[Chorus]
Up it, up it, up it, nigga up it
Nigga fuck it
I’ma count this bitch and up it
She gon’ up it
Bitch up it
Quick get to ducking
Fuck it, bitch up it

[Verse 2]
[?] lil racist ass
You used to be a fuck nigga so you tryna erase the past
You hating on me cause I’m a young nigga and I chase the bag
We ain’t smoking but [?] you think we laced the bag
I got my bitch a Chanel bag, caught like twelve stacks
Running track hoes, fuck your [?]
And I’m a bad boy, I’m a bad influence
Tell a nigga what he gon’ do, make him fast forward
[?] keep that Mac, no Pro Tools
Keep that bag
Overheat that Mac
And I’m a star, check my [?]
You can’t see these hoes from afar
[?]
Word to my mom, word to y’all
Word to Allah, whoever your god
[?]

[Chorus]
Up it, up it, up it, nigga up it
Nigga fuck it
I’ma count this bitch and up it
She gon’ up it
Bitch up it
Quick get to ducking
Fuck it, bitch up it

Lil Tracy – Mackbook Flexin Lyrics

[Intro: yung bruh & Vim shadows]
Graah
Trappin of my fucking Mackbook goddamn, fuck
What the fuck you mean?
Ay shoutout yung bruh
Trap, flexin, damn yee
Ah
Ay shoutout that nigga Kemet Dank foreverboys man…
Yung bruh shoutout my nigga Vim shadows
Vim shadows shawty
Daaaamn Aaaaaah ah okay, okay, flexin, uuuh goddamn

[Verse1: yung bruh]
Trappin of my Mackbook (Huh, huh)
Trynna get my racks up (Huh, huh)
Run up you get glocked up (Huh, huh)
Time to put a mask on (Huh, huh)
Pussy nigga backup (Huh, huh)
I’m smoking on a fat one (Huh, huh)
Your bitch wanna be with us (Huh)
Give her shrooms then she see stuff (Huh)
Dirty Vans fuck dem days bitch (Huh)
Drop a tablet, trip for days bitch (Huh)
Cuz I used to be a slave bitch (Huh)
Now they buildin up a case bitch (Huh)
Trynna lock me in a cage bitch (Huh)
So broke out into a rage bitch (Huh)
Give a fuck bout being famous (Huh)
Me and my girl in to the days in (Huh)

[Hook: yung bruh]
LSD trappin got no tab on me
Never fuck about a bitch where this castle lead
Thrift shop shawty my swag OD
I’m fuckin on your daughter bitch a bed no need
Yung goth nigga trappin hard on a Mackbook
I need a real bitch that don’t care about my cash
I’m thuggin and I’m positive I’m [?] get yo [??]
I’m emotionally slanging LSD of my Mackbook

[Verse2: yung bruh]
Mackbook trappin
Trappin of my Mackbook
LSD slanging
[?] of the Mackbook
Mackbook, Mackbook Uhmmm fuck
Trappin, Trappin
Bitch I need some money, Bitch I need some money