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World War III Lyrics Dont politics on the insanes nigga You know how we coming nigga Babies, 23, FLC You know how we coming Opps get hit and they call the cops Double O he dont think, he just up it and hawk his top All these opps getting choked a lot While these boys talking hot When they know I dont talk a lot And Im shooting to end his life When he open the door he get met with a couple pipes Not trapped for a couple nights You gon run from the sound, but go duck when you see the light When you see me its terrorism Say your big homie dead well, you can get buried with him Send bro and I know he hit him One chop, two chops start blicking with a steady rhythm Me and Black, all black on a late night They gone know who did it when the face white Rock throwing up the V when the brake light Oppers skin gone melt when the eight bite Why you stalling, me and gang gon spin through Got a dot on his head like he Hindu Cant run from the shots gone win you Blue tip pop his face like a pimple Moving tact you get cooked like a dinner plate Do a drill then we back on the interstate Bullets hot you get blicked and your skin opaque Do a drill with my guys then we sit and wait Besides all the politics nigga Who spinning? clutch Two grips and a brief like Im Jeff Hardy Last call from his mom, its a death parting Max from the have him aching faking heart bitter Twenty-three shots when the stars get him TJ all the way on a different pace Double O got his eye on the interscope Kill him close Babies masked and we flicking grains The position, we clicking things and we clicking things What? Beef cant settle, took charge Now Im back to defending Trap house Babies crazy Throw that .9 at your back and receive it Pistol talk to the Federallies, please Off the porch, leave the score up to the streets Hop out the V, get to blamming M-Dot leave you drenched in your fashion Face was on the PIX-11 Purge night, closed race, stain gang move tact if you talk them digits move tact, fingers itching, blitzing Soo woo, One chop, move wock Get you boo wet Lil kids never chilling with opps They setting a drop , they move up the block Babies sliding unlimited flock then we plot again Hop out the Burban and to God dash, its a different slide dash, its a different slide Ed, Edd, and Eddie no picking pies OMBK how my niggas ride Spin through the then we leaving nines Cant fuck with fuck with no lame niggas They switch sides Couldnt find their own lane so they dick ride Niggas talk like they out but they inside I know that for a fact thats how bitches lie Run in your crib let me get that Call brodie its time for the get back Bitches love when I shoot then I step back Bullets inserted right where his chest at I put my life in this street shit Swear to god I dont tolerate weakness On court Im on offense and defense Call Pop and he got it the cheapest Got 23 shots for you opp niggas He survive he gone die in a hospital Kick doors come look in the house for you Kick doors come look in the house for you Smoking dead opps got me lazy This new clip I filled up is for Jaydee Put a beam on the tip, no safety When I spin through the Ville, he gon take three Dee Sav better run ricky, run Told bro dont stop just shoot til its done New .40 came equip with a drum Spin through my block are you dumb are you dumb Aint no hesitation its a man down anybody can get it Final destination you a damn clown all my niggas with it How you politicing, you aint spin yet You aint touch a damn soul Niggas politicing til the choppas hit him Up the pole then Im back home Two, three shots out the V or hop out and squeeze Either way its a man down Niggas start copping a plea til I pull up for real show you niggas some damn clowns thats the big bro When he spin on the opps he let six go When he spin on the opps he let six go Bodies drop all the time then we get low When he spin on the opps he let six go Two fifty rock you know how we coming Im back Shit dont stop EBK nigga, OMBK nigga, fuck nigga Embed
Pop Out Lyrics Structure Babies, babies TMO Ho-ho-ho Oh, you toting Glocks? Pass me the tre pizzy Come to your block like, Yo, Cigg, throw up mack and I piece Ciggy  Dont trip cause the breesh with me For my crippies, Ill crack out JJ gon back out, clear the whole background You hear them gun sounds, grrt-da-bap My shooters pop out when they moving too tac If we outside, its like two or three straps Uh, they is not tough enough They better structure up Fore this shit get critical Left his bitch looking all miserable Too many Glocks, we could pick and choose If you bluff on the Brim, thats a stupid move Get a TD and I act like Victor Cruz Tell them, tell them niggas dont play with us My shooter dont care, he too dangerous We the smoke you dont want, nigga, angel dust And if you want us dead, then come aim at us Plus I wont say no names when they takin us Get it, take it The breesh be the reason she naked Too many shots and I dont need no aimin She know what to do cause I put her in trainin Is you gon slide or what? Is you gon ride or what? If shit gettin litty , uh, is you ready to die or what? Pop out , is you ready to slide or what? Is you ready to , uh, is you ready to die or what? Is you ready to die or what? Take his soul, now his body stuck Panicking mannequin, out of luck Finish him, diligence, pedals bust Please dont chopper bluff TJ, he with me, he skeet, thats the gun, aint no drip talk Get him picked off Do his criss-cross Yo Sleezy, Yo Bizzy Here go the four-fizzy Two, three shots have him running, Ricky Got plenty Bullets is mixed, so the feds is confused when we empty Look, when we slide, get them doors open See a ghost out the trunk when the Sleez uppin End of discussion Thats structure Get to a bag, Im upper Out the window Watch em sketch up the block, no stencil Take the plate off the ride, we bend through Paramedicsll ride, we send you Know the Devil and God, we friends too Pop his top like Ciroq or something When its a shot, aint no coaching Me and Blizzo, we scorching Like the shark, you aint swag like some shore fish Is you gon slide or what? Is you gon ride or what? If shit gettin litty , uh, is you ready to die or what? Pop out , is you ready to slide or what Is you ready to , uh, is you ready to die or what Is you gon slide or what? Is you gon ride or what? If shit gettin litty, uh, is you ready to die or what? Pop out , is you ready to slide or what? Is you ready to , uh, is you ready to die or what? Pop out, is you ready to slide or what? Is you ready to, is you ready to slide or what? Grah Pop out Crack out2Embed
Drill Story Lyrics It’s no kids in the spot, take out the drugs and them pills and the lean, what we need in the spot Got the treesh in the spot, we kickin doors, everyone in the floor, what we need is the guap What we need is the guap, if he tweak he get choked We gon stoke him and leave him to bleed in the spot We gon bake in the spot, me and Black on the tags See the look on their face when we creepin the spot They aint leavin the spot Shoot em like Klay up in three from the chop All they seen was the plot, fuck the heat from the shot All they seen was the dot All they seen was the dot, thats that beam on the chop, put the stash up I dont got time for the games with the beggar I need one tuck it go up and then blast that I get you lined in the box like a hashtag We need the keys to the safe or the code to the safe If he put it wrong put some holes in his face Put the chrome to her face This bitch cope with me, run in the spot, had the smirk on her face Wipe the smirk off your face, we not playin bitch Black and white not the ones to be playin with Put all the breesh in the bag and stop staring bitch cause you look at my eyes and Im airin shit Hold on, time to get out of the spot, cops are surrounding the block Neighbours is calling the cops cause they hearin them shots We got the breeshy, how we escape on the block, we caught them mordible pds We spillin death If you see me, you hit the spot dont be greedy, please dont be greedy Pass me the keys, Im tryna get off the scene but the pigs are surrounding the V, had to get off on feet We took a right by the , If they catch us we shoot at the D Only thing left on my mind is to get all this bread off the street so that Babies can eat Only if my baby knew what I did to put shoes on her feet Now we back to the crib, roll up the dead and we laugh about all of the shit that we did All the licks that we hit, all the bread that we split All the ops that we hit, I remember this shit Search on the way for two armed man accused in a home invasion robbery in Brooklyn. Police is realising the surveillance video of the suspects. Investigators say the men forced their way into a 31-year-old mans apartment near Grand Street1Embed
For The Gang Lyrics For the gang, babies gon hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming For the gang, we just gon sweep through them streets cause my janitors coming For the gang, babies gon hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming For the gang, for the gang For the gang, babies gon hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming For the gang, we just gon sweep through them streets cause my janitors coming For the gang, babies gon hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming For the gang, we just gon sweep through them streets cause my janitors coming For the gang, cook him like take him, we bake him, we burning his muffin Look, you a stain, first snatch your chains, rob the jeweller got me bussin Im a alpha, post like Ibaka Let off shots, have him feel like Sinatra Dont get stitched like a muppet You moving too tactical, trust that Im slugging You get stuffed with these shells, now you in bed rest with twenty a stomach Now your priest making visits Crossfire, halo top, bring the whole choir And this shit cause the jocking You hear them shots, now his heart skipping Gang, gang, gang Remember them nights, villains We see a prey, now we all on it Break bread, you cannot eat, you aint starve with us For the gang, did you slide? Affiliate yourself with that mission Have him flap like a pigeon, he play with my blood and we sic em Mr Black, Mr White on the goalie mission I took the shots, he reload the bullets Yall think you safe, we gon keep it coming Ghostbusters, cross the Crips, aint no love from us Go text on the net, watch it get back, we just sit back, get them blickys ready, see it spit facts If locations is accurate, choppa take souls, you get sent to the Nazareth pussy Niggas duck while they gathering, tuta named Katherine, send the drop and the matics in For the gang, she just gon suck it, gon fuck it, get the drop from the oppys Look, we dont need a molly, you jacking his K/D we spinning your body Prolly kidnap your mommy, cut up her body, get sold to them zombies Business with the oppys, I dont got it on me, they send me the shotty The bullets departing, you cannot dodge Bullets into your body (The bullets departing, you cannot dodge Bullets into your body) For the gang, babies gon hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming For the gang, we just gon sweep through them streets cause my janitors coming For the gang, babies gon hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming For the gang, we just gon sweep through them streets cause my janitors In the arms got a baby here bleeding out Fuck the broom, get the mop, we gon clean it out Watch him walk out the house, bullets steam his scalp Skin is cold in the spot, like the heat is out Got the heaters out, gang is creeping round Apollo Creed in the choppa, lets beat him down In the hallway like gang didnt need a house For the gang, split heads with my chop, dont ask me, he in Satans hands Max ThaDemon I dont follow Jesus plan, if you do Ill just press bullets, you meet the man Told he flying like Peter Pan Got the drums in the spot, we dont need a band All the sticks in the spot, we the drummer boys And his brain get thrown back when the gun deploy You dont scream from this chop, get a different toy Have you up in the church like a christian boy He got wet in the church like a altar boy Holy water, the whole choir, kidnap your sister, you dont find her Got the heat in the streets, Im the Ghost Rider He not heated enough, he get more fire And thats more trauma, shoot from all angles like, where to run? If my .30 get jammed, click a different one I got Black in the cut, he the hidden one If my shot dont connect, he not missing son He like, Where in the fuck is yall hitting from? And we dressed in all black, we got mittens on And we dressed in all black, we got Gang, gang, gang For the gang, babies gon hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming For the gang, we just gon sweep through them streets cause my janitors coming For the gang, babies gon hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming For the gang, we just gon sweep through them streets cause my janitors coming2Embed
Suicide Lyrics Who am I? Someone thats afraid to let go You decide if youre ever gonna let me know Suicide if you ever try to let go, uh Im sad, I know, yeah, Im sad, I know, yeah Who am I? Someone thats afraid to let go Gang, gang Drop a bag we gon slide through the block Ima move close on an opp, Ima manage a shot Free Aiden, always down for the block We get him pitched out his socks now he down in a box Down in her throat by some inches Hit with extensions, Ima send to blick em Shit could get wicked, shoot like JO while he clickin He movin hot on his pivot On that block, so you finished Bro wet him up like some dishes Now his ligaments missin We gon smoke like a donut We thank the Lord cause he chose us Play disrespect, sendin soldiers Huh, look, look, we bag him up, tag his toe up Glock got a dick so its pissin But on the bible its sinnin, its sendin commitments Slick in my denims Im totin hollows, thats in em Go sick for the breeshy She let me sit cause she treeshy The animal, I go beastie I thought he died, but lets mush him I got the call, brodie panicked He coulda swore that he took him The life that we livin Its gettin money or blitzin And the life that you livin You could get left like a witness And dont lack while we spinnin Caliber been spittin this vicious Used to trap on my jail She capped on my name, she not preggo Used me for garments and pesos Cant be on that live, on that radar We come in three come and spray yall We hit that opp then we take off Send him on T get him paid off Suicide gang call me James Bond .30 gon sing like its Trey Songz Big booty bitch got her thing on She pop a perc then we lay up I dump that bitch on her make-up Lovin her jaws, fuck her face up Niggas get money and change up Only my brothers we dangerous Not a dime, not a soul that can change us Droppin a thumb, gettin facelift Got a mop on the chop, so its maintenance Niggas get low so they plankin Hollows gon touch, better thank us We see this man, theres no savior We see his mans, droppin gang too Different poles, different souls, different angles Who am I? Someone thats afraid to let go You decide if youre ever gonna let me know Suicide if you ever try to let go, uh Im sad, I know, yeah, Im sad, I know, yeahEmbed
Season Lyrics Its that season with my demons He dont drop we repeating If he hungry bullets feed em 50 shots in this chop i be tweakin’ Its that season with my demons He dont drop we repeating If he hungry bullets feed em 50 shots in this chop i be tweakin Ciggyblack off the he be geekin’ Knockems around got my mask for the season Never talk on the dead you could meet em Think about drills with the guys we some demons We not doing that back and forth shit Stomach shot got him feeling nauseous 50 shots I be tweakin One on top for a rеason Forty-niner catch me squeezin Up the hе recievin Intercept bullets reachin He got checked I just did it Got 3 knocks in the v for the mission Embed
ADHD Lyrics Hargo production Gang signs in this bitch, you know how the fuck we rockin Gang, gang Watch em Enough is - Watch em Enough is enough I dont do the dissin back Touch one of my movers Run up then we boomin , put holes in his fitted cap Double O’s where the killers at If patrolling the P’z its a boobie trap So we blow by the till Catch me an OMB peasant get hit with this ratchet She a dyke its attached with some plastic Call Tz he get popped for the acting If she scream then we snatching her, actress She get sold to them papi’s they asking Its a drought, in that traffic they panic 20k for a body on that end Im in tune with some other shit Got it tucked in my diaper Im searching Im off a pill Linden where they at 45th send him back Dont care if the sirens on rush Look then we leaving him wacked Get us all off the map Special .38 ADHD when I blow it cant stay in place Call up 226 Ball like A.I in 05 Get hit wit blue tips Make him bachata Hella rounds inna pool stick For the gang in the way we gon boom shit Im what you call My choppa sing, lullabys Felons crack out just for anybody Two or three poles move bogus we leave a zombie Dont care if he flossin or wooin or chooin Parley in Garvey Talk hot then we chalk the body Aint no chitter chat EBK on my fucking cap they dont check the body No I cant help Im sorry Blow, you done crossed the boundaries Linden where they at 45th send him back Dont care if the sirens on rush Look then we leaving him wacked Get us all off the map Special .38 ADHD when I blow it cant stay in placeEmbed
4 Your Love Lyrics I guess you wonder where Ive been Gang, gang, gang, gang I searched to find a love within Watch em Rrah, rrah Im a demon, I do try to hide it Fake love feel real, you disguise it Brodie point, Ima draw, Ima drop shit For the love of the gang, she gon line em Watch the killer get killed, it take time Why you hate on a man on the grind? I done seen a grown man throw his life for some shine Clout-addicted niggas out of line Out of sight and niggas out of mind Free bro, brodie doin time .357 spinnin like a blender God forgive mе, I was born a sinner Hop out shootin, shootin like Im Kemba Gotta show lovе from a distance Need a bad bitch, like she Walker Uh, I get em slimed like he Porter Ill be damned I get slimed by an Albo .44 chrome bullets hittin his tonsils Stepper move tact like Marvel Uh, look Shit be different, Im missin my bros Some dead, some aint comin home Love my lady, Im feelin alone I go bendin when Im in that zone Cold hearted but Im dressed in Chrome Talkin crazy, now you in a song On the news, on a tee, get em gone Gang, gang, gang gang gang Well, Im in a daze from your love, you see Rrah, rrah Im a demon, I do try to hide it Fake love feel real, you disguise it Brodie point, Ima draw, Ima drop shit For the love of the gang, she gon line em Watch the killer get killed, it take time Why you hate on a man on the grind? I done seen a grown man throw his life for some shine Clout-addicted niggas out of line Clout-addicted niggas out of line Its a difference when you on a grind You dont know if you hittin, so you keepin silent Real situations will bring out the real you Showed too much love, your dad shouldve killed you What you heard? They didnt hear you Now you heartless and now niggas fear you Dont try to cheat, cause I be prepared too Fuck your feelings I could show I dont care too Paint you a picture So I could show you a clear view I could show I dont care too Uh, look, I could show I dont care too Im a demon, I do try to hide it Fake love feel real, you disguise it Brodie point, Ima draw, Ima drop shit For the love of the gang, she gon line em Watch the killer get killed, it take time Why you hate on a man on the grind? I done seen a grown man throw his life for some shine Clout-addicted niggas out of line I guess you wonder where Ive been Gang, gang, gang, gang I searched to find a love within Watch em Rrah, rrahEmbed
Things I Don’t Mean Lyrics Watch em Bae, why you aint back right now? You know when I get mad I say things I dont— I get mad, I say things I dont mean When you leave, I be missin your knees Ooh bae, yeah she a freak If I stalk you, I might be a creep Im your dog, give me a leash Im in love, beauty and beast Thugs cry, please be my peace Heart cold and Im blamin the streets Mean it hurts, but my scars really deep Je taime, man I love you in French Comment ça va? what I text you instead Je taime when I put you to bed I bе buggin, look I be thinkin bout fuckin you, uh I be thinkin I lovin you But Im wrong, and Im hurtin you Get goofy, I know you comfortablе Get moody, you thinkin Im subbin you And truthfully, I just be missin you And truthfully, I just be missin you, uh We touchin, less fuckin, lets vibe Back shots, oh you tryna ride? Submission, Im grippin your thigh Just listen, Im feeling this vibe Would you stay if I wasnt the topic? Would you stay if I wasnt in fly shit? Would you stay if I work nine to five? Would you stay if I wasnt that guy? Would you stay if I aint have a profit? If I cheat, would you give me more chances? If I love you, dont take it for granted Anything that you have, it could vanish Understand it I get mad, I say things I dont mean When you leave, I be missin your knees Ooh bae, yeah she a freak If I stalk you, I might be a creep Im your dog, give me a leash Im in love, beauty and beast Thugs cry, please be my peace Heart cold and Im blamin the streets Embed
Bully Lyrics Raa Raa Watch em Gang gang gang I aint gon lie I might get a little disrespectful on this one, but not too disrespectful Ya feel what Im saying? Word to my mother, Turtle We caught an opp We make a movie Fat ass, rub on her booty Screaming we got one yelling out Boonski I be lurking I be with the foolery Bitch I be bugging and shit if you throw up them signs I wont lie knock him out of the whip Aim for heads now a nigga dead Thinking he a bully take him out like Craig Star shooter only aim for net 6 feet cuz the disrespect Kick a chevy yeah I got a jwеt Yeah I bust a move drop a nigga set 30 in thе uh make a nigga fetch Oh you jacking opps? Ima say less Brodie do a walk-up we circle the rest Ricky turned his back bullets through his neck Face shot how he aint dead? He aint spin back, nigga, on the net Ask niggas whats up when they talk on the dead Like its skelly I park when I plug him with lead Fuck having a get him slimed like Bishop Jackie my missus and bitch Im a mister Dont approach on an opp I let it Raa Raa Raa Raa Raa Chop out the window like a pet DOA if we catch him in the chest Bitch I been shooting Os Knock an O out an O free double O We performing them niggas making shows Make it clap talking bout Sitchy He get whacked cuz he on 50 Cuz he seven we getting reckless Like chess, nigga not checkers We some vets who gon check us? Get him hit thats a good message Aint no wonder we making it hot Like a skillet we frying the block Long range gon up on the spot Brodie swerving no throwing the knots We caught an opp We make a movie Fat ass, rub on her booty Screaming we got one yelling out Boonski I be lurking I be with the foolery Bitch I be bugging and shit if you throw up them signs I wont lie knock him out of the whip Aim for heads now a nigga dead Thinking he a bully take him out like CraigEmbed
Dishonest Lyrics Watch em Watch ’em I fuck niggas bitches How can I trust mines? Rags to the riches Run it up do it more times She a slime, she not fine nine Do the dash on the I9 Lamb truck on the drive-by Move tact when we slide by Makin bands off the Zaza And she matchin in Prada I can’t trust you designers Hope my feelings just vanish No paparazzi we flash em we blam em Mask on but we still up on camera Brodie died and she fuckin in two days Fuck love, and that truth say Hide my feelings in DUsse Sex tape, no blu-ray Only call me when you moody Wanna fuck mе dont be groupie DTB, this an anthem I cant trust hеr Im just sayin’ Wanna vibe and non-relation And she foreign, speak the language Caught him lackin’ please dont panic The bands and rubber-banding Chanel be on her luggage She a blasé, I can’t cuff it And my mans because you did it Movin funny with your digits In my lane I never hit it Its my turn them niggas fakin Fake love is irritatin’ Choppa shootin make a blanket Trey blow them niggas singin I dont want your love at all And my feelings gone since my brodie gone I dont want your love at all Ay, my feelings gone since my brodie gone Im back at it Play the block, we was good at it Do the dash, I aint plannin on crashin Fucked her friend, now she movin dramatic If you know what you did when I said it You a hoe and I give you your credit And my life soon be on the debit Swipin Louis and lookin impressive Make sure mama good, uh, gang lookin great Put some food on they plate Fuck love, you aint safe Fuck her friend just in case Embed
Backdoor Lyrics Glah glah Gang gang gang You gotta trust the process, secure the bag nigga Watch em, drop em Gang gang How you smokin backdoor and that shit dont exist? Its a sin if I pray on a hit Fuck it, Im prayin to God I dont miss No disrespect, but Im tryna shit Like, but karma a bitch Like, so I know I wont slip Think he safe, then we makin it lit I know a brick that got shot in his shit Aint no time to be runnin and trippin Feel the heat from this chop while Im clickin You talkin that shit you aint livin See a opp, put his soul through the ceiling Im like Tom, I dont like Jerry livin My initials, she feelin the pendant Thought he died, how the fuck nigga livin? Gang I like when the opps get on BT Shit gettin worser and worse I got a stick in this D.E I dont think it can fit in her purse Now therеs a citizen app, used to turn on the T.V A nigga gеt clapped, you could look through phone full screen He got shot in his head for his home team Gang I remember them nights I was lonely Free 24, like Kobe Brodie a lefty, he shoot like Ginobili Got some shit on my hip, dont approach me Put his brain on his shoulder My 23s, on Locust Bounce out gang when we hop out and throw shit Glah glah, glah glah How you smokin backdoor and that shit dont exist? Its a sin if I pray on a hit Fuck it, Im prayin to God I dont miss No disrespect, but Im tryna shit Like, but karma a bitch Like, so I know I wont slip Think he safe, then we makin it lit I know a brick that got shot in his shit 1Embed
Butterfly Lyrics Yeah Yeah, yeah I get those goosebumps every— Yeah Yeah, yeah I get those goosebumps everytime, yeah Think Im lackin, Im not cause I got it Four nickel cant fit in my pocket Why she movin like she being honest? Fucked her friend, now Im being dishonest Get him slimed by his mans for a profit When I lost bro, I told him I got her How you left me bro, you was a father Young days used to thug through the charters Niggas dyin for shit they aint part of Not a coach, get em stepped by the starters Full court, man we playin the hardest Side step, long three, gon spark it Four deep when we slidin on Larkin When you hurtin so much, you get heartless When she fuckin your mans, it hit harder When she feenin for you like Mrs. Parker Free like a butterfly, she want a Ella She wanna come back, dont know what to tell her Im disappointed, I shouldve knew better Im with the vibeys, Im blockin her cellular In my bag and Im still with the members Uniform, and I dont call it drip still Spot a opp and I throw at his windshield .38 gon spin like a windmill Take mines, take yours, how the pain feel? Look, fuck it Im a beast, Ima throw .40 make him slip like soap I be settin them trends, Im a GOAT Upper hand, like IT, Ima float Gang gang Think Im lackin, Im not cause I got it Four nickel cant fit in my pocket Why she movin like she being honest? Fucked her friend, now Im being dishonest Get him slimed by his mans for a profit When I lost bro, I told him I got her How you left me bro, you was a father Young days used to thug through the charters I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine Worried bout those comments Im way too numb, yeah, its way too dumb, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine Worried bout those comments Im way too numb, yeah, its way too dumb, yeah I get those goosebumps every—Embed
Go Crazy Lyrics A Lau on the Beat Ay, AR Look Niggas better check my rap sheet AR dont rap I clap heat You aint gone ride better play the backseat Amiris for the day aint baggy Dont hit me if it aint cashy I be wavin glizzy like I need a taxi Once I get the lead they cannot pass me I remember niggas used to lap me Locked up these bitches used to cap me Now Im in my Birkin Bag on Ashley And I like my bitches bad and classy Nico comin home its gone be nasty Still got the gang with me but them niggas already know that shit Shooter dont play with me everywhere I go he tote that stick Armed and dangerous, cant lack I already know Im lit Armed and dangerous, cant lack I swear I tote my grip All them choppers, he was droppin the gang he got burned We do not play we got guns, smoke drugs to the face I cop Runtz If I tell flock bruh, we bent to the dash we got some Young nigga dripped in designer and Im mixing off any bottle Gang Why he moving so flagrant He get turned to a patient And that ass throw her back its amazing Off a perc throw it back I be quaking Call up AR, boy like JR, back to the block with them shakers Get to the bag like the takers, try to run up you just did me a favor Meet up, uh, he gone meet up his maker Rock like he Chapo Nine to his denims, get left out his Tahoe If you lack thats his business Glock with extensions Now he dealt with some misses Choppa he banged and he dealt with the witness Paranoia got me, I dont answer my door without the rocket And I wonder why niggas be flashing em, its so easy to up it and pop it, uh But lets switch the topic, I be seeing these boys tryna copy I aint dread but my pockets knotty You get a shot we pull up at your posse Its 26 and the babies we bending em Hotels only time we be checking in Have Choppa and Milly go handle that I bet they gone get the message then Boy Ive been toting since 2010 My glizzy close to me I dont need any friends I aint 50 but Many Men, Many Men Diamonds be all different colors like M&Ms way us nigga Im surrounded by dangerous killers Really wit it dont play tough nigga Hit it once I cant lay up nigga I cannot lack keep a K tucked nigga If he from it the gang come get em In a race to the lanes Im switching All the fuck niggas hate Im different, yeah Still posted with my shooters Jaleeky stay with 2 guns Do not move hot just move up I can make Choppa do ya KG pull up and boom some Fuck all of the opps they losers That little thot gon choose us Cuz she see all of these blue bucks Got my savage up Mommy satisfying It was plain rice, it was lonely nights I heard my momma crying It was glizzies, pipes, tryna take a life Hoping an opp a dying Got a laser beam, please dont make a scene I dont know why he trying Got on latex when we catch rec Dont know who the plug supplying Mask on no Coronavirus on the chop man he really sliding Gang moving tact and I know they watchin 260 on the shot clock, make your block hot, this is a last , gang Niggas better check my rap sheet AR dont rap I clap heat You aint gone ride better play the backseat Amiris for the day aint baggy Dont hit me if it aint cashy I be wavin glizzy like I need a taxi Once I get the lead they cannot pass me I remember niggas used to lap me Locked up these bitches used to cap me Now Im in my Birkin Bag on Ashley And I like my bitches bad and classy My nigga Nico home it gon be nastyEmbed
Young Lyrics Gang, gang, gang Watch em Watch em Itd be wrong if I tweet Man down, he aint dead then repeat She dont love me, she playin with fire You not ridin like Martin for Gina Bitch you toxic, like Tommy and Pam Yeah I got it, I up it and blam Why you bluffin? I aint takin no chances Off the pills, shawty takin advantage When I cheat, she cant understand it No fur, but she stitchin like Candace I was hurt, but I got a bandage And I felt so abandoned Look, dont care bout the cameras Get picked, like, nigga just draft him Pop this ten like Im poppin an aspirin Deal with demons, I need to relax em I bе steppin, runnin my fashion Keep it on me, why is you askin? Brodie swеrvin, tell him Im crashin In my feelings, Im thinkin bout past shit Bro was stompin New York, he was active CJ spinnin that block till he catch him Uh, we all was just happy Right now, they aint worth me sadly They the reason I told em its jacky Throwin up and get turned to a picture Only aimin for shoulders and figure Soul left, body bag got a zipper KD got a kick like a punter Brodie got a kick like a drummer Stepper got a pump like a plumber Look, get him drenched, leave him under Look, heart froze in the summer Heart still froze in the winter God protect me from all of this sinnin Fake love, knew that from beginnin Look, fake love knew that from beginnin God protect me from all of this sinnin Itd be wrong if I tweet Man down, he aint dead then repeat She dont love me, she playin with fire You not ridin like Martin for Gina Bitch you toxic, like Tommy and Pam Yeah I got it, I up it and blam Why you bluffin? I aint takin no chances Off the pills, shawty takin advantage When I cheat, she cant understand it No fur, but she stitchin like Candace I was hurt, but I got a bandage And I felt so abandoned Embed
Current Smoke Lyrics Hook : Why he claiming he spinning, he flocking the block boy stop it We aiming right for his top Know some rakes i aint into rake dropping He a rake opper ? Let the fifth clock him Screaming 9 shots cuz the hat shot him A crippy could get it too Like tookie he did it too EBK pray to god im invisible Verse : Sending shots pick up shells like its residue On the stretch but he died on the medical What would the shooter do? Up the chop make him miserable She wanna fuck cuz she see that my bands up Tie his mans for thе ransom We gon tweak , thats for sure If its up thеn its up we want war Slide on opps , they was nervous See me plotting , see me creeping Its that season , we gon bleed em Moving tact, make em famous if he think that he’s dangerous x2 Im steady to murder like melly, off white when im catching the becky Bumping my craft while im doing it, Run to the bag im pursuing it Soon protect my patek with this cooler kit Them kids copping pleas making disstracks Linden where they at we gon spin back We gon break em , aint no mismatch MB no sleeze gon blitz that XD up his sleeve for the diss rap And the shit on my waist got a kickback Fuck a 6 pack , Where his wig at? Come and slide if you wanna, make him a goner Gang coming stronger Opp niggas forfeit Hook : Why he claiming he spinning, he flocking the block boy stop it We aiming right for his top Know some rakes i aint into rake dropping He a rake opper ? Let the fifth clock him Screaming 9 shots cuz the hat shot him A crippy could get it too Like tookie he did it too EBK pray to god im invisibleEmbed
Paper Chasin Lyrics Babies Babies Paper Chasin Paper Chasin I just be chasin the bag Spin with artillery, Kick with artillery, Spin with artillery 23 23 Glllt, Babies Paper Chasin Paper Chasin, imma just get to that bag Paper Chasin Paper Chasin, imma just get to that bag Paper Chasin Paper Chasin, imma just get to that bag Paper Chasin Paper Chasin, imma just get to that bag We jus gon Spin with artillery, Kick with artillery, Spin with artillery We jus gon Spin with artillery, Kick with artillery, Spin with artillery Paper Chasin Paper Chasin, imma just get to that bag Paper Chasin Paper Chasin, imma just get to that bag Imma dump cuz you played with my Get the drop tryna pull up and dump Catch shots we gon blast, Ricky gon flash, we gon flock out the Jag Catch him and wеt him no conversation with the gang cuz this time is tickin Likе the on my pistol no fourty feelin Had to dodge all my pistol no fourty fill him Facts Facts, Racks Racks, Dont lurk without keeping a weapon Paramedics they pull up and stretch him My knee is hurtin, opps they be hurtin We get to the purgin I just sit back and Im waitin Chasin that to the bag its like crack, Im a patient I just move back and Im waitin Chasin that bag its like crack, Im a patient (Too much loud in the spot, got the neighbors Knockin We get low from the spot) Then we switch location On the way got you wrapped all my babies get him On the way got you wrapped all my babies get him 23-Oh Be the gang bitch Free the guys sittin up on that gang shit Red beam on his nose like a clowny Got the tag on his head like a bounty Tellin Get Cuz he owe me Callin up shot cuz he goofy Say he the dab daddy, Catch a opp make him flip then we dash past him Say he the dab daddy, Catch a opp then we know that we say he ain you do not Choo back leavin him toe tagged Paper Chasin Paper Chasin I just be chasin the bag Paper Chasin Paper Chasin I just be chasin the bag We jus gon Spin with artillery, Spin with artillery, Spin with artillery We jus gon Kick with artillery, Spin with artillery, Spin with artillery Paper Chasin Paper Chasin I just be chasin the bag Paper Chasin Paper Chasin I just be chasin the bag You know Im the top dog They call me K HUNDO And no I dont talk dog I just let the gun blow You know that we chase bands and we let the gun smoke You know that we chase bands no love for these dumb hoes Two Glocks and it came with a drum roll in the row with the gang with like five poles Hit you up now your body got five holes, and Baby 23 what I die for You a and we creepin inside boy Your death is the penalty Free my money Im catchin a felony Fuck all that hatin and jealosy Im a Rider like Ghost , Tell bro dont back out till he close 007 Im right here, Pop up in your Dream like a Nightmare I been hella Buzz like im Lightyear All black on a drill, thats the right gear And I been hella Buzz like im Lightyear, All black on a drill, thats the right gear We deep in the spot wit a gun tucked, try to run up on me you get gun bucked Kick her right out the spot she a dumb slut, Kick her right out the spot she a dumb slut I did a lot for this gang shit, Im Baby 23 Im not average You can get stretched like elastic, Have you gone in a second like magic So the life that we live is fantastic So the life that we live is fantastic Paper Chasin Paper Chasin, I just be chasin the bag Paper Chasin Paper Chasin, I just be chasin the bag We jus gon Spin with artillery, Spin with artillery, Spin with artillery We jus gon Kick with artillery, Spin with artillery, Spin with artillery Paper Chasin Paper Chasin, I just be chasin the bag Paper Chasin Paper Chasin, I just be chasin the bag I get to these racks, Im flippin these packs, I still make it back nigga I run to the cash, Im chasin the bag, you know we got mad hittas Me and Ciggy in the cut, got Kev with us you know he the pack flippa Your bitch on my body she fiend for the loot she said that im that nigga Gotchu runnin like the last nigga, Hop out and we blast niggas We blast it, Disaster, We blast it, Disaster These niggas, Is actors, Line him up no retractor We killin, We masters, See you lackin we blast you Chasin the bag thats a fat jew, Ready to leave with them attitudes CJ pull up, Black bag on you Pull up its tactical If you a opp I aint jackin you, Flippin these packs its magical Flippin these packs its magical Embed
All Star Lyrics Ay Rocky, this wavy Grah grah grah Really demons, hop out the v and we get to squeezin I got some shooters thats really feinin How they gon spin if we all on defense? My niggas, really demons Hop out the V and I get to squeezin I got some shooters thats really feinin How they gon spin if we all on defense? And leavin no, witnesses My shooter, he not a citizen We do a hit then we searchin up citizens You aint with us, nigga where is your membership? Wе got them 30s, them 40s, them Glocks Thats likе a broom, and a swiffer, a mop Dont shoot at legs, we aim straight for your top I send a but dont think she a thot Shooters gon flood until we get the drop Niggas be talkin till we spin they block She show me love cause I got it on lock She show me love cause I got it on My bitch she gon hold the sitchy She know what to do if they try and get me Last time I saw Rich he was runnin Ricky Hop out in all Black like my name is Ciggy I shoot like a sixer but I aint Jimmy If a nigga run up we gon give em fifty I shoot like a sixer but I aint Jimmy If a nigga run up we gon give em fifty Like, like, look These bullets like Dracula, kissin his neck, and we dont be attackin him Them hollows is structure Do not cross all the tape see the tints when we fan him Rip his T like he Hogan The opps in the runtz what we smokin Bitch my aim is on focus Call D body three, G Bando he throwin Where is your membership? Pick a role you wont slide by that Jefferson We hittin innocents, anyone next to them, everyone relevant Bizzy gon for the checks for the settlement Right pocket hot, leave him dressed like a gentleman Triple threat through that block, and we itchin for opps, uh Two shooters named like Call my shooters, stop them when them bullets droppin We dead em no way, waste no time for nonsense Two shooters named like Call my shooters, stop them when them bullets droppin We dead em no way, waste no time for nonsense Shooters from overseas, I get low on these, cause the sitchy on me, look Jakes makin accusations bout some altercations cause they snitchin on me He could get put on the citizen app Yellow tape right on the floor where he at I told him, Structure savvy You feel a way, you can send the addy I see the subs that they throwin at me Please do not play, better not attack me Only money and pussy could make me happy Please do not play, better not attack me Only money and pussy could make me happy Look, they see us, saucin And worry bout opps, cause Im gettin offers Please back right, off us EBK, Structure gang, we are not foreign Next nigga ask bout my 23 nigga, tryna move you niggas with that bullshit Bizzy and Ciggy gon pick a position his goofy split when we spinnin em often Ricky and totin, and I keep it on me, I dont ever see niggas on Dont see me callin when I see em politicin, I dont argue, thats givin out warnings Make a movie, movie Make a performance, Im Martin Lawrence Niggas be, goofies He runnin for us, Structure performers Embed
Kompa Lyrics Pa Ka Fe Sa x4 Gang Gang Nigga ki sa you cant do that Knock his screw back nigga who that And we boom that if we “touye li”, Its vacation When my zoes step its nothing to play wit Came with machetes we cut him up like bacon We situate the situation Baby gouyé that mean mami shake it I speak kréyol she loving the language You dont speak the language gon get dangerous “Touye tout” that mean clear the location I’m like “fout”, that mean fuck! Boys is coming gotta throw the gun Dancing like konpa when them bullets dump Want a feature better havе the funds Uh uh Nigga ki sa you cant do that Knock his screw back nigga who that And we boom that if wе“touye li”, Its vacation When my zoes step its nothing to play wit Came with machetes we cut him up like bacon We situate the situation Baby gouyé that mean mami shake it Goddamn, Goddamn Goddamn, Gouyé Goddamn, Gouyé Goddamn, Gouyé Better watch out Free TooScary he clearing them blocks out, Kick the candles Run up on him don’t need for your handle Talk on bro and you need to be handled Put an opp nigga on a channel Clip long like tangled I’m the reason y’all lit, pop out We the reason y’all stay with a chop now Nigga ki sa you cant do that Knock his screw back nigga who that And we boom that if we “touye li”, Its vacation When my zoes step its nothing to play wit Stupid, Embed
Just Us Lyrics Ay yeah Drench They cannot get with the Drench 26 cant forget the 23 He aint Muslim but we aim for Kufis Hot nine in rotation like Druski He get caught they gon do him like Boomski He on court, give him six, he the goat now Im the shit, she drivin the boat now Came home in the winter with a sweater on I got multiple coats now Look, get it together And go get some Amiris, stop drippin whatever Any problem, I was the aggressor Take his bitch, we applying the pressure Dice game is a band up Every piece of my clothes up Free all my niggas they stand up I bet they regret when they ran up Watch em I got chops that be kickin like Bruce Lee Two chops, I be slidin like Toosii get lined by a groupie 30 shots deep, he not a uzi Niggas slidin for a pat on the back I was certain we slide to attack These Amiris can tell by the tag Double dutches when them demons clap He get boomed now he left in the past Free the bros, eatin oatmeal 32 to his back like he ONeil And my wife is still mad bout an old kill And we still reminisce bout them old drills I be shootin like Ima hawk em And my pack is still fat like the Parkers Bro pop a bean for the start up Better dodge when them bullets is chargin Drench, drench, drench nigga This not a gang nigga, this a family nigga Slime slime shit nigga It be them same niggas talkin Thats in jail walkin dogs Bitch you in jail for takin a charge He aint dead, we spinnin the yard Aint no I in team hit em individually And these bullets dont stop, its infinity He get struck and he goin out instantly 13 x 2 x 23 Whos losin? Check them niggas bio You gon do what? Yeah I know Lot of wide receivers when I throw Desert Eagle gon sing like a high note TD 10 boy I got 10 of them Bitches lie on my dick, I aint fin them Treesh give me a loan, Im sendin em Social media gonna remember em Gang, gang Its the difference between me and them niggas If you slidin with me its a privilege Rotate so you drillin and spinnin Brodie drop, and Im aimin to finish KD thats an all-around scorer Fuck the DA they took all the starters My steppers go they pull up and park it So much boost, man they think that I farted Called a truce in that beef, why you start it? Please dont lack, you get stretched for your garments, nigga Boom boom boom Its a family not a gang nigga Free the family Gang, gang, gangEmbed
Chop love Lyrics Choppa, choppa, choppa go blocka Blocka MK the plug So many chops Dont know what to boom 556s, 7.62s So many opps Dont know who to choose Yeah, he an opp He gettin popped, Im clearin the room So many chops Dont know what to boom 556s, 7.62s So many opps Dont know who to choose Oh yeah, he an opp He gettin popped, Im clearin room Just me and my choppa She do what she do Knock the top of the roof Just copped me a nina Thirty clip on her shoes Fuck is a vest? Hell get TECd, checked by the news His body oozed Lil Uzi Vert, get popped like a perc, he itchin it too Dior be the shoes Fenty monster, see the opps on the crew Killer sponser, shorty high off of shrooms Spent a bag on a drake in the O and it came with a broom City girl she get clapped with the MAC if she actin a fool This choppa go blacka-da-blacka, do-do-do-do So many chops Dont know what to boom 556s, 7.62s So many opps Dont know who to choose Yeah, he an opp He gettin popped, Im clearin the room So many chops Dont know what to boom 556s, 7.62s So many opps Dont know who to choose Oh yeah, he an opp He gettin popped, Im clearin roomEmbed
G Thang Lyrics HARGO Productions Watch em, watch em She a baddie, like Is you ridin from the bottom to the top? Uh So you gotta tote this chop Aint nothin but a G Thang baby Is you ridin from the bottom to the top? Uh So you gotta tote this chop Aint nothin but a G Thang baby Cause, you know you drive me crazy, like Is you ridin from the bottom to the top? Uh So you gotta tote this chop Aint nothin but a G Thang baby, look You know you drive me crazy, like Percocet, Ima hit it off a thirty Ima hit it off a percy She gon ride, she controls Opposition catch a murkin Paramedics, its a service Baddie big booty plastic Trap gettin backends She in love with her Chanel Marc Jacobs lashes, woah Fuck a , she gon ride like she Gina Plan B if I see her Lethal weapon never seen it, woah Amari lookin thiccums Pussy tastin like some skittles Catch her reachin in her luggage Caressin like her booty Shit get to clappin, woah If I introduce it Catch me in Patron Always fuckin up Saks Fifth Shawty put me to the task Percocet, I had it raw She seduced me out my drawers But I love her, woah And all her Fashion Nova clothes She turned me to an addict She a super You can bring your friend too Threesome, thats you, like Is you ridin from the bottom to the top? Uh So you gotta tote this chop Aint nothin but a G Thang baby, cause Is you ridin from the bottom to the top? Uh So you gotta tote this chop Aint nothin but a G Thang baby Cause, you know you drive me crazy, like Is you ridin from the bottom to the top? Uh So you gotta tote this chop Aint nothin but a G Thang baby, look You know you drive me crazy, like Percocet Ima hit it off a thirty Percocet Ima hit it off a thirtyEmbed