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There's no season quite like the summer, especially this year. Following a year of staying inside due to the pandemic, hip-hop fans are back outside to enjoy hot, sunny weather. With festivals resuming, outdoor events left and right and vacation season upon us, the music being released up until this point is in the running to be the song of the summer. Everyone has some sort of music-based memory tied to this time of year, and the summer of 2021 is no exception. Factor in the loosening COVID-19 restrictions and the feeling of "losing" this season last year, and it's only right that fans are already selecting their favorite tracks for the coveted "Song of the Summer" title. If Twitter is any indication, there are a plenty of songs that are already being given the designation. No worries, XXL will walk you through some of the top picks.

It's been crystal clear that women have been having a huge renaissance within rap music over the last year. There are numerous tracks by the ladies in hip-hop that have been thrust into song of the summer contention by fans. Megan Thee Stallion's "Thot Shit," released on June 11, celebrates women taking pride in themselves and doing what they want. A perfect soundtrack for all the Hot Girls these next few months.

City Girls' "Twerkulator," which officially dropped in May, was a leaked song that went viral o TikTok first before the Afrika Bambaataa and Soulsonic Force "Planet Rock" sample was cleared. The track peaked at No. 51 on the Billboard Hot 100, becoming one of the most sought after songs for the turnup since its release. Coi Leray had the biggest hit of her career so far with "No More Parties," her first Hot 100 entry at No. 26. The song went platinum, and still has legs after its January release. These songs by talented women in rap are also competing for the song of the summer title against Doja Cat's recent single "Need to Know" and Yung Baby Tate's irresistibly catchy "Eenie Meenie."

There are also some song of the summer contenders from producers and newer names. Internet Money, the lauded producer collective, have been trying their hand at releasing more singles of their own. They may just have another hit with "His & Hers," featuring Don Toliver, Gunna and Lil Uzi Vert. The breezy hook and chemistry between all artists puts the song over the top. Florida rapper Cochise, who's no stranger to viral success, might be experiencing a second breakthrough with his new track "Tell Em" featuring $not. Coupling its familiar bounce with a free-flowing energy, the effort will be heard at more than a few parties in the coming months.

Take a look at what seems like every hip-hop song is the song of the summer according to fans below.

1. Megan Thee Stallion's "Thot Shit"

2. City Girls' "Twerkulator"

3. Internet Money's "His & Hers" featuring Gunna, Don Toliver and Lil Uzi Vert

4. Moneybagg Yo's "Wockesha"

5. Migos' "Straightenin"

6. Cochise's "Tell Em" featuring $NOT

7. Yung Baby Tate's "Eenie Meenie"

8. Doja Cat's "Need to Know"

9. Pooh Shiesty's "Back in Blood" featuring Lil Durk

10. Coi Leray's "No More Parties (Remix)" featuring Lil Durk

11. Young Thug and Gunna's "Ski"

12. Polo G's "Rapstar"

13. Trippie Redd's "Miss The Rage" featuring Playboi Carti

14. Lil Tecca's "Never Left"

15. Nicki Minaj, Drake and Lil Wayne's "Seeing Green"

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Young Thug and Gunna helped reunite dozens of people with their families by posting bail for 30 low-level offenders at an Atlanta jail over the weekend.

On Monday (April 26), Atlanta's WSB-TV reported on the good deed performed by the Young Stoner Life Records rappers. Thugger and Gunna went to the Fulton County Jail on April 23 and paid the bail of 30 people who otherwise would have been stuck behind bars until their day in court. The rappers said the men and women they helped get released, who are mostly charged with minor crimes, did not have the money to free themselves.

“This is where we are from,” Young Thug told the news outlet while out barbecuing in a park with friends. “We just woke up and went to the jail with the lawyer and, you know, DA’s and the prosecutors, you know, the bonding companies and just got as many people as we can out.”

Jay-Z pulled a similar move when he helped bail out fathers for Father's Day in 2017. “You never know what somebody been through," said Gunna. "There was people sitting out three or four years and couldn’t get out on a bond.”

“If they did the crime, then they can do the time, then it’s all right. But it’s like you’re giving them a bond higher than what they stole,” Thug added.

The Atlanta artists did not disclose how much their random act of kindness cost, but they did reveal this would not be the last time they do it. “It feels so food to the point where you start feeling that’s why God put me here. He put me here to do this,” Thugger said.

The generous moves comes on the heels of the YSL compilation album Slime Language 2 dropping on April 23. The new LP debuted at No. 1 on the Billboard 200 chart on Sunday (April 25).

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Young Thug breathed some life into a stagnant rap game with the release of his new Slime Language 2 compilation album featuring his Young Stoner Life Records artists and a star-studded cast including Lil Baby, Future, Lil Uzi Vert, Lil Durk and more. On Friday (April 16), Thugger, along with Gunna, appeared on Zane Lowe's Apple Music 1’s New Music Daily to promote the album. During the conversation, YT explained how his bond with some of the artists he commissioned for the LP is way deeper than rap.

“I’m ready to die about Future,” Thug said about his loyalty to Hendrix, who he formerly had a beef with. “I’m ready to die by a Lil Baby, Durk And Uzi. I’m ready to die by these people. You know what I’m saying? If it ever comes down to it, this shit ain’t got nothing to do with no music. They was a part of the whole situation. There was a part of the whole thing. I always anybody who I had encountered. You know what I’m saying? I always turn them to family. We don’t look at them like a rappers. We all look at each other like brothers and sisters. Bro, we really argue every day, bro.”

Additionally, Drake, Kid Cudi, Travis Scott also appeared on the album. Thug talked about the energy working with the stadium status artists. “It seemed like a show,” Thug added. “It seemed like a Lollapalooza, Coachella. It just seemed like a show. Every moment was performing. Those was more a performance. You got to show up. You know what I’m saying? Everybody’s watching there. Everybody here. Everybody in your shit. Everybody in your face, you got to show up. It just felt like that. Every moment.”

Slime Language 2 is the follow-up to the 2018 original, which debuted at No. 8 on the Billboard 200 chart.

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Filed Under: Future, Lil Baby, Lil Durk, Lil Uzi Vert, Young ThugCategories: News


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Fridays have several meanings and in hip-hop, it means new music. Keep scrolling to see what rappers are dropping off this week.

Nearly three years have passed since a new project arrived from Young Stoner Life Records. However, after months of teasing, the record label and collective releases Slime Language 2. Young Thug, head of the Atlanta-based label, officially dropped the cover artwork for the LP on Monday (April 12). Gearing up for the release of the 23-song album, which features Drake, Travis Scott, Lil Baby, Kid Cudi, Gunna, Lil Keed, Karlae, Strick, Yung Kayo and more, Thugger teased a visual containing footage from what appears to be the photoshoot for the cover art as well as behind-the-scenes clips of the album being created. To coincide with the release of Slime Language 2, Thug let loose his new high-energy single, "Ski," featuring his protégé Gunna. A long time coming, but well worth the wait.

Conway The Machine also releases his second offering of the year: La Maquina. Translated to English, the album title means "the machine." Known for putting grit on wax, the Griselda Records MC delivers 11 tracks with ominous production and nostalgic, New York-bred bars. "Scatter Brain," which is the first single from the album and features appearances from J.I.D. and Ludacris, is just a taste of what to expect from Conway's project. Other guests include Benny The Butcher, Westside Gunn and 2 Chainz. There's also production from Don Cannon on "Scatter Brain," veteran beatsmith Alchemist on the Chainz-assisted "200 Pies," Murda Beatz and more. The Buffalo, N.Y. rhymer's latest LP follows If It Bleeds It Can Be Killed with producer Big Ghost, which dropped back in February.

Alabama rhymer Yelawolf and Memphis rap veteran DJ Paul have united once again for their new project, Slumafia. The Three 6 Mafia member first hinted at the effort's arrival on April 10. Considering Yela and Paul's collaborative history, this is the ultimate level of cohesion mixed with solid bars and Southern feels. DJ Paul has worked with Yelawolf on a number of offerings including Ghetto Cowboy and Trunk Muzik 3, both released in 2019. Back in 2013, the duo dropped their first EP together, produced solely by DJ Paul, called Black Fall.

See more new music below from the U.K.'s AJ Tracey, Kenny Mason, Caleb Brown and more.

  • Slime Language 2Young Thug and Young Stoner LifeYoung Stoner Life Records / 300 Entertainment
  • La MaquinaConway The MachineGriselda Records / Drumwork / Empire
  • SlumafiaYelawolf and DJ PaulSlumerican Records
  • Nevaeh: A MemoirCaleb BrownYou Found Brown
  • My ParadeILoveMakonnenTimeless Magic / Cor Tan Records
  • Zaytoven Presents: Fo15ZaytovenFO15 Empire
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  • Back2LyfeNebu KinizaRCA Records
  • QueMix 4JacqueesCash Money Records
  • The Coming: 25th Anniversary Super Deluxe EditionBusta RhymesElektra Entertainment / Rhino Entertainment / Warner Music Group
  • DJ Megan RyteDJ Megan RyteRyte Way Music

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Filed Under: AJ Tracey, Bangers, Busta Rhymes, Caleb Brown, conway the machine, DJ Paul, ILoveMakonnen, Jacquees, Kenny Mason, Megan Ryte, Yelawolf, Young Stoner Life, Young Thug, ZaytovenCategories: Music, New Music, News


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Just when the week seemed like it was going to close out with a whimper, this weekend provides some big releases including the latest project from Young Thug and his Young Stoner Life Records crew.

On Friday (April 16), Thugger released the new compilation album Slime Language 2. The new project from Thug and his team features 23 tracks including songs with YSL members Gunna, Lil Keed, Lil Duke, HiDoraah, Strick, Dolly White and more, plus guest appearances from Drake, Travis Scott, Kid Cudi and others.

Young Thug officially announced the long-awaited album on Monday (April 12) by releasing the album artwork. He later dropped a visual featuring his YSL roster and footage from the studio, presumably recording the album.

Rumors of the project being released first broke towards the end of 2020, when Thug shared an Instagram Story video of himself and his team in the studio. In the clip, they discuss dropping the project on Black Friday of last year (Nov. 26, 2020). Then, in early October of 2020, Thug was a guest on T.I.'s ExpediTIously Podcast along with Benny The Butcher where Thugger talked openly about his upcoming projects.

"I'm doing the Slime Language 2 album. I'm putting that shit out and then I'm putting out my album, Punk," Thug told Tip last year. "I might put out two albums though…I wanna start anew. You know, sometimes the relationship will get old. I just want to start a new relationship with my label."

The original Slime Language album dropped in 2018, and was the Atlanta rapper's first showcase of his upstart imprint. That project features bangers like "Audemar" with Thug and featuring Tracy T in addition to appearances from Lil Uzi Vert, Lil Baby, Jacquees, Tracey T and Trapboy Freddy. This is Thug's first release of 2021. In May of 2020, he collaborated with Chris Brown on the joint mixtape Slime & B.

Listen to Young Thug's Slime Language 2 compilation album below.

Young Thug and YSL's Slime Language 2 Compilation Album Tracklist

1. "Slatty" featuring Yak Gotti & Lil Duke
2. "Ski"
3. "Diamonds Dancing" featuring Travis Scott
4. "Solid" featuring Drake
5. "Came & Saw" featuring Rowdy Rebel
6. "Paid the Fine" featuring Lil Baby and YTB Trench
7. "Proud of You" featuring Lil Uzi Vert & Yung Kayo
8. "Real" featuring Unfoonk
9. "I Like" featuring Karlae and Coi Leray
10. "Warrior" featuring T-Shyne, Lil Keed and Big Sean
11. "Pots N Pans" featuring Lil Duke and NAV
12. "WokStar" featuring Strick and Skepta
13. "Superstar" featuring Future
14. "Came Out" featuring Lil Keed
15. "Really Be Slime" featuring YNW Melly, Bslime andFN Da Dealer
16. "Take It to Trial" featuring Yak Gotti
17. "Trance" featuring Karlae and Yung Bleu
18. "GFU" featuring Yung Kayo
19. "Moon Man" featuring Strick and Kid Cudi
20. "Como te Llama" featuring HiDoraah
21. "Reckless" featuring Dolly White
22. "That Go!" featuring T-Shyne
23. "My City Remix" featuring YTB Trench

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Filed Under: Bangers, Gunna, Lil Keed, Young ThugCategories: Music, New Music, News


[Интро]
PowerPuff Luv, я
Бульвар Депо
Свэг

[Куплет 1: Boulevard Depo]
PowerPuff Luv и каждый под high kick
Папа был прав — Лав стал такой тактик
Наблюдай, как я стал такой практик
Смерть держит в когтях мой огромный my dick
Две сотни лет уже я выгляжу как мальчик
Душу не продал, не был этим озадачен
Нет, я не Ратмир, и все в этот раз иначе
Выпил таблетки, ищите меня в Кащенко

[Припев]
Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко
Money flippin’ Кащенко, trappin’ out the Кащенко
Вау, Кащенко, Young Thug in Кащенко

[Куплет: PowerPuff Luv]
Нет, не прятаю в носке, деньги в сумке от «Версаче»
Попробуй достать — тебя кинут в черный ящик
Я плод с куста, ищите меня в Кащенко
Со мною Бульвар, а, бля, это я же
Прихожу на рандом к тебе в гости, гандон
Нашинкую в лапшу, накормлю весь притон
Посему, потому я торчу у Депо
В голове, как в тюрьме, абсолютное зло

[Припев]
Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко
Powerpuff in Кащенко, и Бульвар в Кащенко
Trappin’ out in Кащенко, я money flippin’ Кащенко
Бум блэм, Кащенко
Делал это в Кащенко

[Аутро]
Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко
Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко, я в Кащенко
Я в Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко
Кащенко, я


[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh, keepin’ the driller, I walk in the dealer
I’m ’bout to go ham with my young niggas (word)
You know the rule, if you see me in traffic
Don’t dap me, you know I don’t fuck with you (word)
Rollin’ with Nicki and we in the ‘Bach and she hit it
‘Cause I brought the drugs with us (word)
You know I’m fresh out the slums, nigga (slums, nigga)
I know it never was love, nigga (woo)
I’m in the trenches, I’m hangin’ with killers
An’ robbers an’ all of the drug dealers (hitter)
We in the section, we plottin’ on takin’ your chain
When you leave out the club, nigga (stick ’em)
Show no mercy like a lago ([?])
Ain’t no money, ain’t no convo (convo)
Get your bitch some Louboutins, though
In the back, hit it with the combo (hey-ya)
Bust down, bust down (bust down)
Meek Milly back, like, what now? (what now?)
Bitches that fronted way back in the day
All on the kid like, “What up now?” (up now?)
I’m like, “What’s up now?” (sup, bitch?)
Fuck with that lame an’ you stuck now (stuck now)
Bulletproof all in the truck now (truck now)
Promethazine in my cup now (cup now)
When you be poppin’, these niggas dick ridin’
An’ pretty bitches want to fuck now (woo)
I’m up now (up now), I guess its love now (love now)
I guess its all cool (all cool), dope in the dog food (dog food)
Lamborghini got her pussy wet, call it a carpool (whoa)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on ’em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on ’em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon’ ride on ’em
I’m a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, did that [??] you can’t melt this
I hop out the [?] and they tailless
I pass a mill’ [??] damn quick
Lil’ mama say she won’t suck dick
Lil’ mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wishin’ she was a bad bitch

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Put some respect on my name
They got me feeling like Baby
Diamonds, they on me, go crazy
Saint Laurent on me, so wavy
Fucking in around, we ain’t fucking around
I can’t fuck with these niggas, they shady
I know you are [??] for [??]
I know the jeweller who made it (who made it)
Frauds, I know these niggas gon’ talk about ’em (yeah yeah)
We gettin’ money, they talk about it (yeah yeah)
We never ever gon’ talk about it (yeah yeah)
We only trapping and talking dollars
Wait, wait, wait, I’m tryna flip it, get all the profits (flip it)
I have this bitch named [??]
I told that nigga I’m sorry about it
Shawty popping in a dog filter
I’m a dog, I’m a dog nigga (yeah)
I’m a shooter, I don’t call niggas (what)
On the D’Usse like Wall nigga
[??] hit her with the woooh
In the Wraith, stars in the roof
Light her up like Pikachu
In the Ghost, playing Peak-a-boo
Wait, wait, wait, niggas can’t figure me out, hey
I got this dick in her [??], hey
I keep a brick in the couch, hey
Sit on that shit in a drought, hey
Tell her [??] them out, hey
Stack it up, bag it up, add it up, [??], we shipping it out

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on ’em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on ’em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon’ ride on ’em
I’m a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, did that [??] you can’t melt this
I hop out the [?] and they tailless
I pass a mill’ [??] damn quick
Lil’ mama say she won’t suck dick
Lil’ mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wishin’ she was a bad bitch

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Ho’ up, my lil’ bitch want some new Chucks
Suck up, suck on that dick, baby
Suck it, suck it ’til you get the hiccups
Ha, look at the wrist
Drift on that dick and get you hiccups
Hop out the back
Hop out like uno dos tres
Hah, bitch, I’m back
Popping them perc by the thirties
She say I taste like a pimp
I say [??] she want [??]
Jump out that bitch from the back
Slurp, baby, slurp, baby, slurp
Slurp it up until you burp
Rihanna, Rihanna, work, work, work, work
We popping bubblegums, we popping bubblegums (yeah yeah yeah)
We popping bubblegums, (yeah yeah yeah)
We pop like bubblegums
It’s our year now
We popping bublegums
We coming ’round for some
You know you want some
He ain’t know we keep going down, I’ma keep going, never never never
Never let ’em have it, never let ’em have it
[??], never let ’em have it
[??], see this shit
Now I’m freezed though, give me hiccups
Jewellery [??]
Lost a mil’, got it right back, nigga, please believe us

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on ’em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on ’em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon’ ride on ’em
I’m a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, did that [??] you can’t melt this
I hop out the [?] and they tailless
I pass a mill’ [??] damn quick
Lil’ mama say she won’t suck dick
Lil’ mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wishin’ she was a bad bitch


[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah! We ain’t wasting no time
(Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
100 round drum killin’ everybody
100 round drum killin’ everybody
Choppa won’t miss a nigga

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
She hop on the dick and she split
Hop on my dick like a bitch
Suck on my dick like a tick

You a copier, Yeah you like to copy shit
You ain’t even on the style till young Carti popped the shit
I got hella hoes (woah), On some papi shit
Need to pop a bitch
Need a solid bitch, harder than a brick
Choppers on the counter, Pints all in the fridge

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
100 round drone killin’ everybody
100 round drone killin’ everybody
Choppa won’t miss a nigga

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Out there running with my gun
Young nigga shoot for fun
Put some money on your head, I sell yo ass for 10
I got ice to match the ice, ice to match the fit
I got bitches on top of bitches, and all my bitches 10s
[?] They gon’ milly rock, just hide it in my sock
I got bitches in the lot, pouring up the pop

[Hook: Playboi Carti and (Young Thug)]
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
100 round drone killin’ everybody (yeah)
100 round drone killin’ everybody
Choppa won’t miss a nigga (grrrah, Jeffrey!)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
30 round drum in the jean jacket
That makin’ mean my jean kinda baggy
I never go for a chain snatch
I done been done had the same jewerly
Three-twenty all on the dash
A Bentley truck is my G-Wagon
Me and the dawgs smokin’ nothin’ but nasty
Fuck the law and whoever ask it
Hit it, hit it, hit it all my bitches wit a dick so you know she eat
Cheated on my bitch, wit a bitch with bigger titties
[?] with a mothafuckin’ midget
Bank with my card, I go hard in every city
Stackin’ for the dawg, I got hoes in every city
That funny hoe, why that bitch say that [?]
[?]
I got diamonds in my face, a half a carat

[Hook: Playboi Carti and (Young Thug)]
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
100 round drone killin’ everybody (yeah)
100 round drone killin’ everybody
Choppa won’t miss a nigga (pew,pew,pew,pew,pew,pew!)


Lyrics Meek Mill – We ball

When they killed my nigga Snupe, I seen my young nigga
In the casket he ain’t even have no blood in him
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
Ain’t got no patience for these motherf*ckin’ f*ck niggas
I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
But now they all bustin’ U-ies its gon’ cost ’em
I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
So I’ma hold it down ’til we all win
We’ve been at the clearport ballin’
I just want to see my niggas flossin’
Hundred bands everytime I walk in
If you keep it trill you’ll get a blessing for it
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
My mama, she can’t sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
Cause this the type of money’ll get your lined up.(we ball)

And I can’t trust nobody
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
They said that they would ride or die but ain’t nobody roll ’bout it
Three felonies, ain’t graduate, no I am not your role model
I hope the Lord got us.

When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
Man I must’ve threw up everything I ever ate
Man I know he got some dice at the Heaven gates
Kicking sh*t with all these bitches like he’s Kevin Gates
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
Young rich nigga and I’m built Ford Tough
And I’m going through stuff
I don’t feel no love
And I shake your body and you still wake up
Taking Perkys, man I fill my cup
The feds watching and they still might come, I’m gone
I wan’ see my brother with the Patek not the static
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
I don’t see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn’t balance it
You can’t question God, yeah yeah, or any of these challenges
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
SRT the challengers versuri-lyrics.info
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
And I’m leaning like a project banister
I’m a boss, I ain’t never need a manager, got freaks, we ball scandalous, ayyy.

F*ck it, we ball, yeah
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
F*ck it, we ball
For all the soldiers we lost
Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
She just got a nose job and it wasn’t that bad (f*ck it, we ball)
I was juggin’ round the city, I came back
F*ck it, we ball
Yeah, f*ck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, yeah
F*ck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, ayyy.
Meek Mill lyrics
Video ball


(Chorus – Rich The Kid)
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll

(Post Chorus – Rich The Kid)
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll

(Verse 1 – Rich Chigga)
Yeah, uh
Bankroll city pay slow
Everybody on the payroll under control
Every twenty minutes change clothes
My boy post only…when I say go if you say so, uh
Run up in the scene in my tight jean shorts
Looking like a pimp but I got one hoe
Try to shut me up and I say hell no
Never switching up, only switch up flows

Bling blau, honey on the carousel
She get looking at me now
And she hit me when in town
She thirsty like she in a drought
Does she want to f**k no doubt
Living life like a king
I ain’t even got a crown, ay
Hundred bands, hundred bands
Hold up b**h I got hundred thousand in my pillow case
You can try me run it with the Nike
But you’ll never do it in my pace
Hundred racks, hundred racks
Hold up hoe, this is my first time in the States
My aura so bright but my bars so dark
You would think ??

(Chorus – Rich The Kid)
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll

(Post Chorus – Rich The Kid)
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll

(Verse 2 – Rich The Kid)
Walk in with a pocket full of broccoli
Bi**h, I’m rich like I hit the f**king lottery, what!?
Started in the trap with an elbow-elbow
Hit a split on the d**k for a bankroll
I was riding in a Masi, me and Diplo
Tell your bi**h get low like a 64
I don’t play no games, Nintendo
Rollie cost a bird, hold it out the window, brrrr
I’ma make it flip like Skippa-Skippa
Got a freak every week, I can’t kiss her
Red and white Lamb like a peppermint
Bankroll in each pocket, bi**h I’m hella rich, bankroll
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Your boyfriend cuffing you like po-po, 12
Pour some more Act, moving slow-mo
You ain’t got the bankroll it’s a no go

(Chorus – Rich The Kid)
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll

(Post Chorus – Rich The Kid)
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
Got a blue bankroll, my money don’t fold
I bet you she’ll do it for the bankroll

(Verse 3 – Young Thug)
Pardon me, I’m just balling over from the sideline
Pardon your bi**h, she ain’t watching me, I’m going primetime
Rich ni**a s**t, bet the bi**h’ll jump on a ni**a d**k
Bet the bi**h’ll do it
Rich ni**a s**t, bet the bi**h I’ll jump on her clit
Drop the soap with her
She wet like a boat with her
I’ma wet her up like a cold killer
Thugger Thugger the cold ni**a
I done flipped a bird
Then I saw the bi**h pat right down on her
And I’ve been rich for the last five years
No I cannot pipe down

(Chorus – Rich The Kid)
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll
Say she wanna do it for a bankroll
Pull up to the trap at the back door
Ain’t tryna see them clothes on no more
Baby just do it for a bankroll


[Intro: PnB Rock]
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz (Yeah)
I’m a villainous winner
With precision, I’m killing
Represent the religion
Ended up independent
Took my car to the clinic
Let ’em check all the vitals
Middle finger to rivals
Michael Jackson, my idol
Still ducked in a pie hole
Talk to the plug, every day except Cinco de Mayo
I still got me a Carlo
Still got money, Carlo
Your car running so bad, it stink up to your parlor
Call my rollie a Ralo
Call my AP a app
I ain’t talking seat-belts when I say that I’m strapped
I’m in love with my side hoe
I sneak up through the side door
I’ma show you what we ride for
I’ma show you what we die for

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m in my same lane, lane that ain’t gon’ ever change up
I blow the brain out the range like a Taz Angel
Here’s R.I.P. to Paul Walker homie, he gotta stand up
We had you main on us, no we got stains on us
And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin’ (What we gotta do?)
Yeah, I got her Indian and she Western
Yeah, just say so, money your best friend
Then that fast and furious started nesting
Say I’m bout to go take off on you (Take off on you)
Is staying, is you rolling like a scroller? yes you are
Your ready to take off like a 1980 Coke
He know that Instagram shit, are you gon’ post that

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, I’m always with my gang
We always ready to ride ‘case for the squad, we’ll do anything
Stay down, we’ll never change
We always gon’ stay the same
Put you in check, when you outta place
I try to tell ’em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang
We do what we gotta do and don’t complain-plain-plain
I’m on the road, I’m probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane
Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang
I got the world on my back
I put your girl on her back
I did it all on my own
Now there ain’t no turning back
And my whole squad got my back
And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang, she said "Facts"
Gang, gang, gang

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up


[Intro: Young Thug]
Won’t you please?
Slow it down
I’m tryna talk to you, darlin’
Tryna walk with you, darlin’
Do you hear me?
And no-no-no-no-nobody can stop it
The love you got from me
And every time, I look out at my seat today
They chase, they flash they flash, yes

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Tell me how you feel right now
‘Cause all I wanna do is keep it real right now
I’m tryna beat it up
Beat Pills right now
Athletic in the sheets
I got skills right now
Red braids, with some red baby hair
Ballin’ in that club, Ace of Spades, yeah
Pop that bitch and spray it like ‘Raid’
Yellow diamonds on you like a glass of lemonade
QB, I’ll throw it
Teeth white, Newports
I want knees, right choice
80 thousand dollar Birkin bag in the Porsche
I’m tryna fuck with you till we on life support
I’ll split it with you if we get half of Michael Jordan
No toilet tissue, I shit on niggas ’cause life’s short (facts)
No passport to go with me
I had to get deported

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Young Thug]
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time

[Refrain: Ariana Grande & Pharrell Williams]
When you do things like this
And you set me free
How can anyone get tired?
When you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I just been inspired
Oh babe

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jeffery!
Brand new chapter, if I read you?
She got every red bottom like a baboon
Hunnid’ bottles in the club, real one room
Girl you gotta keep up with a boss move
King of the jungle, tycoon
Everybody thinking that it’s a cartoon
We just wanna party, we back in the war room
Do you want some? No I don’t sir
Tryna watch me balling, do you want money?
I’m just tryna turn up, tryna work something
Shawty suck the dick, but she wanna fuck it first
Hey Mister? You a rapper
Good hair, got a bad ass
Rich nigga, I like ’em ratchet
Fuck it up, throw it back
No shave, Brazilian waxed

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Young Thug]
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time

[Refrain: Ariana Grande & Pharrell Williams]
When you do things like this
And you set me free
How can anyone get tired?
When you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I just been inspired
When you do things like this
And you set me free, boy
How can anyone get tired?
When you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I just been inspired

[Outro: Pharrell Williams & Ariana Grande]
Hey, hey this one make me so naughty
I think you opened my eyes


Lyrics Calvin Harris – Heatstroke

I’m trying to talk to you darling
Trying to pull with you darling
But you hit me.(heatstroke)

Tell me how you feel right now
‘Cause all I wanna do is keep it real right now
I’m trying to beat it up versuri-lyrics.info
Beat pills right now
Athletic in the sheets
I got skills right now
Red hair, with some red baby hair
Ballin’ in the club, Ace of Spades, yeah
Pop that b*tch and spray it like raid
Yellow diamonds on you like a glass of Lemonade.

Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time.

When you look things like this, you set me free
How come everyone gets tired?
When you look…

Brand new trap
She got every red bottom like a baboon
Hundred bottles in the club real ..
Girl you gotta keep up with a ..
Calvin Harris lyrics
Video Calvin Harris


Lyrics Rick Ross – Trap trap trap

I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap trap trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap trap trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap.

First one on the block, woah
I need mine off the top, uh
Over town, he got shot
Muddy died in Opa-locka
Couldn’t save one lung
Hit ’em up, hmm, hmm
See the look on my face (woo!)
Like Carol City one state
Niggas hate on my sound
‘Til I went the first round
Then I earnt the Lombardi
Ain’t no f*ckboys allowed
Only f*ck if she exclusive
Her favorite rapper Lil Boosie
To tell the truth I didn’t ask
When it come to b*tches I’m Gucci
I’m the wrong one to rob
In the jungle I’m Nas
In the label I’m Russ
In the trap I’m Rick Ross
Double M, Goldman Sachs
Just like Omar and Khloe
You can’t dial for the packs
I sent you right back loaded.

I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap.

I was tryna bet the whole map, Vegas, stay in the trap
Niggas talkin’ ’bout raidin’ the trap
Man I’m ’bout to go ape in the trap (nigga goin’ ape shit)
Nigga watch your babies in the trap
Nigga cook a whole base in the trap
Young nigga slave in the trap
Nigga run base, base in the trap
I’m ’bout to get this shit movin’, yeah
Answer the door with the Woolie, yeah
Wrist in the water, I need me a boat
I’m ’bout to get this shit cruisin’, yeah
Stand at the stove ’til you’re woozy, woozy
Let’s make a movie, movie, yeah
Movie, movie, movie versuri-lyrics.info
b*tch I’m richer than Tom Cruise, yeah
So many different meds on me
f*ck around, call the fed on me
Chk, boom boom boom your head, homie
Draco got a lot of lead on it
You dead.

I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap.

Wale though
I ain’t nothin’ like the trap niggas
Goyard backpack nigga
Uber crates ’til the feds pull up
Woo woo, cataracts, nigga
I’m the type, holla at the wife
Her body yours, but her soul is mine
Adios, do a hundred 20
All she want is good d*ck and advice
Wraith, scrappin’ my tires
Jameson ’til I’m fried
Famous here but I’m humble
Double M the Empire
Renzel got me all day
Kyrie, he LeBron James
Tired niggas say Folarin ain’t top SportsCenter every day
I ain’t nothin’ like them trap guys
I mean I kinda do bag dimes
I kinda never do back down
Leave a nigga high via rap lines
Get a beat, leave it baptized
Mob ties, but it’s black lives
Black lives, nigga, trap lives
Gimme five on the black side.

I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap trap trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap trap trap, trap, sheesh
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trappp.
Rick Ross lyrics
Video Rick Ross


Lyrics Yung Ralph – Fetti

Hey yo man, we got Juug motherf*ckin’ man
We got the Thugger Thugger, we got Lil Uzi.(fetti)

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fetti, I need that fetti
She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it.

I’m bout to stop f*ckin’ with niggas I know ain’t with it
(f*ck em)
You lil f*ck niggas is momma boys, go suck a titty (b*tch!)
f*ck it, I cop a new ride and
I pick up some hoes in the city (skrrt!)
Mollies on person, you know I get nerf in it, freaky
No barbaric b*tch, I got on some Burberry
I keep them blue Benjamins on me for credit
If you go on this move you might get you a slice like a deli
Big choppers, I got lots of bullets and trailers
I’m a big dog, I’m a big dog
Be with my boy, pina colada
I am a tiger, f*ck a Mufasa
I shit like a diaper, I’m never gon’ wife her
Swear, swear, I’m never gon’ wife her
I catch her the bed and I f*ck out the lights
I swear I’m in Europe, but I don’t got Facetime, baby girl, we can Skype.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let’s count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fetti, I need that fetti
She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it.

Yeah, why your b*tch on me? Yeah
Yeah, all of my boxers be Tommy
Don’t run up on me ya’ll
My little b*tch is a gangster, she tote that .40 ya’ll
Drive that foreign like a Chevy, envy Thugger and Young Fetty
Yeah, I’m countin’ all that fetti, nowadays my jewelry heavy
Ya I’m rockin’ on designer clothes
Ya nowadays sharin’ my hoes
Ya everyday hear bout this dough
Just in case you didn’t know
I had your b*tch on my phone
Little nigga now you know
Pull up right there on your block
You know Thugger got the pole, yeah
Now I be gettin’ the knots
Lil Uzi rockin’ them shows yahh
Countin’ fetti, not a rapper
Treat the game like rock and roll ya.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let’s count some fettiii
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fettiii, I need that fettiii
She want that fettiii, believing in fettiii, bet it.

Gucci and Louie come straight out the box
I play with Fetti but my name ain’t Wap
Hop out that truck and I hop in the drop
Hit from the back but I love her on top
What would you do for the cash?
Care what you do for the cash
I’m talkin’ that money with Thugger right now while we thumb through a bag
Still on the block, yeah I still do that work
Still movin’ snow and that purp
Niggas own G’s, oh don’t play with the air, killer put a hole in your shirt
Hit a nigga where it hurt
I’ma get her out her skirt
Shoot an uzi by my nigga Uzi in the winter time ridin’ vert’
Diamonds flashin’ like an ambulance
In the bank doin’ the money dance
Overseas with a foreign b*tch, she red for me, gotta get a tan
What would you do for this paper baby?
Still screamin’ f*ck a hater baby
I’m the Cavs, you the Lakers baby
Gated cribs sit on acres baby, Juug.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fettiii, let’s count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fettiii, I need that fettiii
She want that fettiii, believing in fettiii, bet ittt.
Yung Ralph lyrics
Video Ralph


Lyrics Birdman – Bit bak

I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Big ol’ racks yeah!
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

f*ck is you talkin’ bout? I pull up and talk it out
I pull out the stick yeah, make everybody walk it out
She slob on my dick yeah, she do it for the girl scout
She f*ck on my b*tch yeah, she eating my girl out
GTV til I hurl out versuri-lyrics.info
Run a plan, get swirled out
What the f*ck you so early bout
You dead broke at your girl house
I’m sellin’ out shows now, I bring out the world now
I f*ck on your girl yeah, I tear up your world yeah yeah
I’m high as the nose bleed, that gold like a trophy
White boy on a nigga team
That purple my choice of lean (yeah)
My pockets on Jimmy Dean (yeah)
My AP so clear the scene (yeah)
We big I could see and read
My fingers a couple keys yeah.

I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Big ol’ racks yeah!
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

Stunna Stunna man
I bet em five hundred bands
Rich gang we the talibans
Bust through them rubber bands
I do it for my momma man
We came out the trash can
Look at me the last man
Look at me the last man standing
Maybach panoramic
That b*tch is sleepin, no xanax
f*ck em all no scamin’
I’m rich before your grandaddy
Versace Versace make em panic
The mansion made her wear the panties
She asked a nigga where the plan at?
Baking soda, whole ‘nother planet
I’m havin’ water where the Titanic?
New watch, the Titanic
I ran it up now they all hatin’ on me
Playin’ with me better put some respekt on it.

I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
I’m in a Maybach with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

Seven day
Strip club tour
Every last one fill with bands
ATL on a Monday
Chi-Town on a Tuesday
New York on a Wednesday
En Noir on a Thursday
Miami on a Friday
Vegas on a Saturday
LA on Sunday
Rich Gang lifestyle
Type of shit we do
Rich Gang
B’s up.

I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Big ol’ racks yeah!
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

Stunna Stunna man
I bet em five hundred bands
Rich gang we the talibans
Bust through them rubber bandsss.
Birdman lyrics
Video bak


Lyrics Young Scooter – Cook up

Young Scooter, yeah
Young Jeffery, yeah
You know what I’m sayin’?
I get it, I dig it, yeahhh
Let’s get it.(cook up)

I’ma keep some bands on me, yeah dawg (yeah, dawg)
I’m just tryna get my bread on (bread on)
I’m with Mally Mall and we got plenty homes (Mally Mall)
Ballin’ with my team, I don’t ball hog, hey, hey
Cash on your friend if she cock block, ayy, ayy
Ballin’ with my friends, versuri-lyrics.info
Niggas servin’ ki’s, daily
Run it up, stop callin’
Run up you some bands, nigga stop callin’
I just wrapped some birds
Servin’ out the van at that corner store
Catch me whippin’ up the bands, money callin’.

Run it up, run it up, run it up
It’ll go up and down like push ups
Ten thou’ in each pot
That’s 40 thou’ to cook up (whip)
I got Falcons and Hawks
All my birds remixed up (remix)
Chris Tucker, money talks
Play with me, get hit up (count up)
All my diamonds lit up (woo!)
Eliantte, woo (water)
I just bought a helicopter, yacht and a coupe
It ain’t got no roof (nah)
I do what bosses do (check)
I got on special made Jordans, five thousand a shoe (jugg!)
I’ma keep them bands like a drummer, dawg (jugg!)
Gave the plug to my niggas, I don’t ball hog (hog)
Yeah I got a lot of haters, but fuck all y’all (fuck ’em)
Onyx, Magic and Follie’s, done fucked all y’all (Scooter!).

I’ma keep some bands on me, yeah dawg (yeah, dawg)
I’m just tryna get my bread on (bread on)
I’m with Mally Mall and we got plenty homes (Mally Mall)
Ballin’ with my team, I don’t ball hog, hey, hey
Cash on your friend if she cock block, ayy, ayy
Ballin’ with my friends, ..
Niggas servin’ ki’s, daily
Run it up, stop callin’
Run up you some bands, nigga stop callin’
I just wrapped some birds
Servin’ out the van at that corner store
Catch me whippin’ up the bands, money callin’.

The cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook uppp
The cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook
The cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook uppp
The cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook
The cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook
The cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook uppp
You take you a pot, and you take you some folks
They cook up, they cook uppp, they cook uppp
Who cook it the best? (Slatt, slatt)
Who do it, may flush? (Do it, may flush)
Who ..
Whose diamonds is flooded?
There go 12, flush (flush)
Escape out the sheriff bus (woo)
Young nigga gettin’ rich, that’s a must
No deodorant.

I’ma keep some bands on me, yeah dawg (yeah, dawg)
I’m just tryna get my bread on (bread on)
I’m with Mally Mall and we got plenty homes (Mally Mall)
Ballin’ with my team, I don’t ball hog, hey, hey
Cash on your friend if she cock block, ayy, ayy
Ballin’ with my friends, ..
Niggas servin’ ki’s, daily
Run it up, stop callin’
Run up you some bands, nigga stop callin’
I just wrapped some birds
Servin’ out the van at that corner store
Catch me whippin’ up the bands, money callinnn’.
Young Scooter lyrics
Video up


[Intro: Future]
Foreign cars everywhere
Bad bitches everywhere
Take the tool everywhere
We make this money everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
These niggas straight outta the hood
They going to Paris
That whip that we whipping exotic
These Bitches exotic on gas

(Metro Boomin want some more nigga)

[Hook: Young Thug]
Pull up in, and hop out a foreign car
And I’m getting trailed by a foreign broad (oh)
I’m living life like an Avatar
I got a stick when I pull up on y’all (oh)
Who the fuck think I’m a sucka?
Who the fuck think I won’t pull up and let loose?
(who the fuck? who the fuck?)
I got three bitches with me
I’ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon’ fuck with the crew
(buenos dias aye)
Who gonna stop me now? Who’s gonna stop me now?
Who’s gonna stop me, boy? who? (woo)
I can’t get all of you, somebody come with me
Just in case you can tie shoes (woo)
How many times have I told you
If you don’t fuck everyone that’ll be rude? (rude)
How many times have i told you
To bring me me bags and you could be cool?

[Verse 1: Future]
Check Gang
Let’s have a moment of silence for niggas
Ain’t round with us (ha, ah, ah)
Doing booking, come through (hoo)
Splash on niggas, on the gas on niggas (yea)
In Milan eating fettuccine
Front row with the fashion show niggas (hoo)
Fuck around and go buy a Lamborghini (hoo, hoo, hoo)
I’m going NASCAR on niggas (hoo, hoo)
Puffing on the la la (yea)
I’ve been the fly guy when niggas rocked IZOD
I’m moving chickens like Popeye (oh)
Old money, new money
Nigga never getting old, threw a young nigga rock (hoo)
Cooking up the raw dope right now
Cooking up the raw dope right now
Used to break down a whole ounce
Used to break down a whole ounce
I gotta weigh the money up now
It’s taking too long for me to count
Decisions, decisions
You fucking with me, that’s a head on collision
Them MACS and them TECS and the FN’s , then 9s (brr)
We hustled, we struggled, we made it and grind
Nigga this Avatar
Aye the Young Thug going Brazy
Young Thug going Brazy! (try me)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Hanna Montana! Banging in red bandanas (blatt, blatt)
They wanna fuck on me
Cause I get choppas with ammo (strrt)
Niggas gon’ hate on me
Cause I’m at the top with bro though (ooh)
Head Honcho
Hold up
Kick in your mom door
Shoot with the 4 4 (five)
Hell is you doing?
Hold up, wait, I can’t breathe, nigga
Half a mil’ I done took on my street nigga (swear to god)
All white, Thug fit, I won’t eat, nigga (skrrt)
Run off with them keys, I won’t see them niggas (skrrt)
Geeked up but the money geek
I run bands up on another street
Best stylist in the world can’t dress me (no)
Keep a pistol just in case he wanna test me (test me)
I keep racks and all of my niggas gon’ eat
I keep racks and all of my niggas gon’ eat (eat)
Where’s Tar? Man I need me some XANS
I just left the beach and I’m having all the sand (hey)

[Hook: Young Thug]
Pull up in, and hop out a foreign car
And I’m getting trailed by a foreign broad (oh)
I’m living life like an Avatar
I got a stick when I pull up on y’all (oh)
Who the fuck think I’m a sucka?
Who the fuck think I won’t pull up and let loose?
(who the fuck? who the fuck?)
I got three bitches with me
I’ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon’ fuck with the crew
(buenos dias aye)
Who gonna stop me now? Who’s gonna stop me now?
Who’s gonna stop me, boy? who? (woo)
I can’t get all of you, somebody come with me
Just in case you can tie shoes (woo)
How many times have I told you
If you don’t fuck everyone that’ll be rude? (rude)
How many times have i told you
To bring me me bags and you could be cool?


Lyrics Lil Durk – Internet

Pus*y boy, you ain’t been a threat
Talkin’ trash, boy you been doin’ that
Yo’ baby momma, boy we’ve been in that
You ain’t even bought a Bentley yet
Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat
Street niggas gettin’ Rapchat
Ask ’em ’bout that boy I’m ’bout that
/You just do it for the internet./(x9)

You a killa with a gun emoji
And yo’ baby daddy been a goofy
They bossin’ over Cali, eatin’ sushi
Brown Yeezys on me, color dookie
Took a point, wanna hang me
In the trenches where I’m famous
Bank broke, that’s the same shit
Switch-a-roo that’s the same shit
Snap me threads like I’m worried ’bout ’em
Fineese his ass, got the syrup out ’em
20k for a 16
He ain’t never got a verse out ’em
The other side we ain’t worried ’bout ’em
Tell them b*tches we don’t care about ’em
Hit the bank get some bills out it
Hit the hood with Benz Matic
She wanna suck me ’til my kids fall
Cut her off like a jigsaw
Suck me up, face eggnog
‘Lil Durk but I’m a big dawg
Twitter niggas wanna kill me
Instagram wanna kill me
Snapchat wanna kill me
Periscope wanna kill me.

Pus*y boy, you ain’t been a threat
Talkin’ trash, boy you been doin’ that
Yo’ baby momma, boy we’ve been in that
You ain’t even bought a Bentley yet
Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat
Street niggas gettin’ Rapchat
Ask ’em ’bout that boy I’m ’bout that
/You just do it for the internet./(x9)

I’m drinkin’ Act, not no Similac
Used to be broke, you remember that
My diamonds cold like December back
In the back of the hoe like a centerback
Why would you run with the purple bag?
Man I was just riding with that loud pack
I got four hoes, I’m that type of man
Man I gotta take me a virgin
You got a fat ass, she gon’ shake it
I don’t want no fat on yo’ waist, yeahhh
You talkin’ that shit on the ‘Gram
It’s never same thing that it’s tagged me in yeah
You on Snapchat goin’ crazy
I f*ck around goin’ in brazy
Ain’t nobody seein’ yo’ Facebook
That shit movin’ slow as the Matrix
f*ck around and take her to the basement
f*ck around and blast on yo’ face, yeah
f*ck around and clear this place, yeah
f*ck around and buy my spaceship
I’m chargin’ 100 bands a date
You can invade my space, yeahhh
Tough talkin’ we ain’t in to that
(pus*y boy you ain’t been a threat).

Talkin’ trash, boy you been doin’ that
Yo’ baby momma, boy we’ve been in that
You ain’t even bought a Bentley yet
Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat
Street niggas gettin’ Rapchat
Ask ’em ’bout that boy I’m ’bout that
/You just do it for the internettt./(x9)
Lil Durk lyrics
Video Lil Durk


Lyrics Juvenile – Red Sox

I take it, you niggas think I’m a fake
It’s all in your face, I can see ya hate
I ain’t doing good, I’m doing great
We been living in the ghetto to estates
You a pussy nigga, you ain’t gon’ relate
But these b*tches gon’ do what a nigga say
I start with A and then end with a K
I’m home these b*tches get in the way
Man, I hunt a nigga down with the choppa
Circle round this whole town like a helicopter
Down for whatever, coke, pounds or whatever
I was raised in a broken house, I know no better
Nigga put in the bag, boy you a fag
I knew my mamma very well, I ain’t know my dad
Camouflage rags up in the air
Got some soldiers over here, soldiers over there
Bust a nigga in the club, he need Obamacare
I bet I put you in the grave before your mama there
Peeling off in the Rover ya’ll saw me
Got to send ‘ em shout out to the drunkest young boy
Lil’ nigga with a trunk full of narcotic
I got every pill except an antibiotic
”S” on my chest got me feeling bionic
You can roll a nigga in paper, I’m chronic.(red sox)

H-o-t Boy, ready to d-i-e (on blood!)
H-o-t Boy, nigga catch ’em Hy!-beats
I ain’t advertising but you can try hire me
Ok now throw up what you banging
If you in the hood, you need to be slanging
Nigga run it to the top, get the guap
Run it to the top, while y’all flock
Hey, I’m banging red like a Red Sox
Yeah, I’m banging red like a Red Sox.

Pussy nigga is your time to die, nigga death o’clock
Nigga, nigga i’m heating it’s a fed clock
Yeah Juvie, I say yeaaaah Juvie.

Lord Of The Ring my nigga, I’m bleedin’ I’m fiendin’ my nigga
Hey I’m fiendin’ for digits and millions
Nigga smokin’ green, racks stacked up like green tree
Living life like my new single, cash out like Charlie Sheen (cash!)
I sell collar greens, spend the profit on jelly beans
You soft nigga, jolly feet, sold many drugs, nigga gotta eat
Sneakin’ and geekin’, a pull up on weekends, I f*ck on the deacon’s daughter
The cousin, the bousin, the mother, the father
The Uncle, the aunt, I roll up a blunt
Bring out the remix of Stoner, I call it The Stunt
I won’t tell you once, we eatin’, we feastin’, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch!

H-o-t Boy, ready to d-i-e (on blood!)
H-o-t Boy, nigga catch ’em Hy!-beats
I ain’t advertising but you can try me
Ok now throw up what you banging
If you in the hood, you need to be slinging
Nigga run it to the top, get the guap
Run it to the top, while y’all flock
Hey, I’m banging red like a Red Sox
Yeahhh, I’m banging red like a Red Soxxx.
Juvenile lyrics
Video sox


[Sample: Young Thug]
Yo yo, you heard of the new Earth that they found?
It’s a new Earth, but it’s like 10 times bigger than this earth
It’s Earth doe, it’s Earth, it looks identical, everything is the same
You ain’t heard that yet? It’s 10 times bigger than Earth, but it’s Earth
It’s another Earth, they just found, another planet
It looks just like earth doe, so they call it Earth

[Verse: Pink Guy]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug!
Ay, get it up, fuck Young Thug
Uh, eh, I said fuck Young Thug
Fuck all that bullshit
Fuck all that bullshit
Pussy ass bitch
Fuck all that bullshit
Pussy ass bitch
Huh, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, pussy ass bitch
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, get it up
I don’t give a fuck about a young thug
Pussy ass bitch come get a nut or butt
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug
Uh, Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Pussy ass bitch, fuck Young Thug
Pussy ass bitch, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Get it up, ay!
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Skrt skrt, Hongkong, skrt skrt
Uh, fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Steph Curry with the shot, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug

[Outro: Pink Guy]
Don’t ever let me catch you around my neighborhood again
Or we gon’ have some serious problems, you fucking n-word!


Lyrics Young Thug – Wyclef Jean

Okay, my money way longer than a Nascar race
I told her keep going on the gas, f*ck the brakes
Only here for one night, let me put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I’ll go to sleep
Boolin, rockin’ all the Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’m going to lose ’em
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’
Play with my money, I’ma let them niggas do you
Play with my money I’ma let them niggas do you
Play with my money I’ma let these niggas do you
Play with my money
Play with my, play with my money.(wyclef jean)

I do maye, I do
I do maye, I do
I do maye, I do
I do maye, I do.

Play around with my cash
End up in a body bag
In the store and then dash
Pull up, hoppin’ out a cab
She know she got a nigga bad
She know she gotta keep me back
She know I gotta keep me some cash
She know she gotta hop on top the dick
She know you gotta ride that motherf*cker
Her mama done walked in, but it’s too big
She can’t hide that motherf*cker
Even if she divided the motherf*cker
Man even if she minused the motherf*cker
Join in get demolished motherf*cker
I ain’t gon’ disguise it motherf*cker, nah
Shop at Saks Fifth, flow on DatPiff
Yeah I’m that swift, ask her and him
Yeah ask ’em, put a bone in them
Put a choker on ’em, let ’em choke and all
All my jewelry small, yeah, they got it all
Daughter sexy and my son got the broads
Spent racks on my son and his squad
Daddy boy, never play with toys
Better not play with ’em boys
New AK with them boys
New feng shui with the boys
Drippin’ all day for the boys
Bitch you ain’t ready for the boys
I’m in that Wraith homeboy
If you ever play with the boy
I’ma turn the blade on ’em boys.

I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do.

Okay, my money way longer than a Nascar race (slatt)
I told her keep going on the gas f*ck the brakes
Only here for one night, let me put it on your face (slatt)
Let a nigga nut, only way I’ll go to sleep (slatt)
Boolin, rockin’ all the Frank Muller (slatt slatt)
I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor (slatt slatt)
So many hundreds I done added, I’m going to lose ’em
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’.

Nigga watch that dog
Nigga plottin’ on the boy, spot ’em
Put the target on they head, dot ’em dot ’em dot ’em
And I’m good, got a rabbit’s foot in my wallet
Tell ’em pick it, then drop it, drop it
Do some sit ups, then show your body
Got her bent up, I done took a gram of molly
Her car dented up like she rent to everybody.

I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do
I do lie, yeah, I do.

Money way longer than a Nascar race
I told her keep going on the gas f*ck the brakes
Only here for one night, let me put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I’ll go to sleep
Boolin, rockin’ all the Frank Muller
I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor
So many hundreds I done added, I’m going to lose ’em
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I’m coolinnn’.(wyclef jean)
Young Thug lyrics
Video Jean


[Sample: Young Thug]
Yo yo, you heard of the new Earth that they found?
It’s a new Earth, but it’s like 10 times bigger than this earth
It’s Earth doe, it’s Earth, it looks identical, everything is the same
You ain’t heard that yet? It’s 10 times bigger than Earth, but it’s Earth
It’s another Earth, they just found, another planet
It looks just like earth doe, so they call it Earth

[Verse: Pink Guy]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug!
Ay, get it up, fuck Young Thug
Uh, eh, I said fuck Young Thug
Fuck all that bullshit
Fuck all that bullshit
Pussy ass bitch
Fuck all that bullshit
Pussy ass bitch
Huh, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, pussy ass bitch
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, get it up
I don’t give a fuck about a young thug
Pussy ass bitch come get a nut or butt
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug
Uh, Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Pussy ass bitch, fuck Young Thug
Pussy ass bitch, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Get it up, ay!
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Skrt skrt, Hongkong, skrt skrt
Uh, fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Steph Curry with the shot, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug

[Outro: Pink Guy]
Don’t ever let me catch you around my neighborhood again
Or we gon’ have some serious problems, you fucking n-word!