21 Savage – Baby Girl (Issa Album)

[Intro]
Yeah, whole pointers ’round my muhfuckin’ neck, nigga
Yeah, 6 karats in my ears, nigga
Yeah, I look like a blizzard, lil nigga

[Verse 1]
Yeah, too many chains, bitch, you can’t change
Yeah, treat these hoes like I ain’t got home training
Yeah, ten inch chains, too many karats
Yeah, VVS nigga, real clarity
Yeah, I’m a gangster, you a bitch, clearly
Yeah, can’t let a broke bitch get near me
Yeah, and the bank cash my check barely
Yeah, Saint Laurent got your bitch staring
Goyard bag, I’m on some other shit, bitch boy
Fire at us and get your pussy ass hit, boy
You dropped outta school to jump out with that stick, boy
All you niggas get capped, I’m the real McCoy
Yeah, smoking cookie, nigga, Chips Ahoy
Yeah, had to block her number ’cause the bitch annoying
No more hot boxes, nigga, all my shit foreign
Red, red, pee in the bed, got a nigga snoring

[Chorus]
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Yee ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, I ain’t stayin’, baby girl
Yee ain’t talkin’ ’bout fuckin’, I ain’t stayin’, baby girl
Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl
Yeah, you got some cake, a nigga tryna bake it, girl

[Verse 2]
Stab a nigga up, this that Shawshank Redemption
Bitch, I send hits, I don’t walk ’round with tension
Gots a island girl and she come from St. Vincent
Pull up with a choppers, nigga started running, not flinching
Bitch, I’m John Gotti, I be running like henchmen
Bitch, you better be a pro
‘Cause you ain’t finna learn how to suck on this dick
Bitch, I’ma buy me a K, extended clip on the bottom of this shit
Bitch, [?] and 204, they makin’ me biscuits
Hoe, I’m really rich, don’t know what a bitch thought
VVS bitch, they doin’ a crip walk
Niggas act like [?], you might as well hit chalk
My GD partners throwin’ up the pitchfork
Put it in a bowl and whip it ’til it get hard
I don’t smoke weed ’cause it make me shh-noid
I pull up with the stick and let this bitch spark
Swear I would’ve shot that cracker if I was Rosa Parks

[Chorus]
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Yee ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, I ain’t stayin’, baby girl
Yee ain’t talkin’ ’bout fuckin’, I ain’t stayin’, baby girl
Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl
Yeah, you got some cake, a nigga tryna bake it, girl

[Outro]
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
21

21 Savage – Bad Business (Issa Album)

[Intro]
Yeah lil bitch, yeah
Know what goin’ on lil bitch, yeah
Big dawg lil bitch
Yeah come suck a big dick, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah
Ow, wow, wow, wow
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Hellcat speed racin’ (speed racin’)
Suck it ’til your knees achin’ (knees achin’)
Bitch I ain’t got no patience (no patience)
I’m finna take a vacation (a vacation)
Saint Laurent jacket, thirty-five thou (yeah)
Cartier shades, twenty-five thou (yeah)
You ready to tell, I can see it in your eyes dawg (yeah)
I ain’t got no license but I still drive dawg (yeah)
Two hundred on the dash, real fast, yeah (21, 21)
Project bitch, real ass, yeah (real ass)
On that Glenwood I made a lot of cash, yeah (real cash)
At the bottom, up in Hollow sellin’ bags, yeah (real bags)
You niggas got me fucked up, you got me twisted (yeah)
I pull it out the boxers and then she lick it (yeah)
I’m smoking on some moonrock, this shit is sticky (yeah)
That Golden State troopers, I’m finna hit it (skrt)

[Pre-Chorus]
Do the dash in it (21), throw some cash in it (yeah)
Let me smash in it (yeah), I’ll smash in it (yeah)
Run a train on her, let me tag my mans in it (yeah)
Pour some Henny in her cup and put some xans in it (yeah)

[Chorus]
Bitch I’m bad business (21), bitch I’m bad business (woah)
Bitch I’m bad business (woah), bitch I’m bad business (woah, woah)
Bitch I’m bad business (woah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Niggas talk (21)
Hoes talk (lil bitch)
Thirty on the Glock, let the poles talk (21, 21)
Party on the yacht, brought the hoes out (21, 21)
All my niggas on the yacht sewn out (yeah)
I’m in the Hellcat doin’ donuts (yeah)
Your baby mama sleepin’ on the blow-up (blow-up)
Mad Max, nigga what the bloodclaat (the bloodclaat)
Four-five leave you with a blood clot (a blood clot)
Savage ’round killers nigga, oh shit (oh shit)
Percocets and lean, that’s my dosage (facts)
I heard you got them bags, get your door kicked (smash)
Four four two with the floor shift (rah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Do the dash in it (yeah), throw some cash in it (yeah)
Let me smash in it (woah), I’ll smash in it (I’ll smash)
Run a train on her, let me tag my mans in it (my mans)
Pour some Henny in her cup and put some xans in it (xans)

[Chorus]
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Alright

21 Savage – Close My Eyes (Issa Album)

[Verse 1]
Lot of shots, 30s on Glock
Put you on fox, put ’em in a casket, yeah
Pull up on a Banshee, yeah
Nigga, fuck your handshake, yeah
I feel like I’m the last real rapper ’cause these niggas weird
Nah, these niggas queers sippin’ Act, Cheers
In my own lane, nigga, watch where you steer
Think I got ’em scared, shot ’em in the beard
That’s a chin check, I’m certified everywhere
Man, I’m certified for real, nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
Used to record right on deal, nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
Pillow talking get you killed, nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
Bronx niggas say I’m ill nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
Bought a pawn shop for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
Keep my gun cocked for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
Nigga, we bond drop for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
Cut your lawns off for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna go to sleep, I’m way too high, dog
I can’t get no sleep, I swear I’m way too high, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
Peel a hotbox when it’s time to ride, dog
If you froze up last time, you can’t ride, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog

[Verse 2]
Molly make ya’ jaws lock
Nah, for real, dog
This bitch done got me pissed off
Need a pill, dog
Tryna make a brick law, we’d be rich, dog
Tryna make a brick law, we’d be rich, dog
I bought a 9 and he front a 9, that’s a half a brick
Got a ‘Rari nigga in the back still in the 6
We was young, you was on the swing, I was playin’ with sticks
In the trap, listenin’ for the brakes on a Crown Vic
Hit a muhfuckin’ squeak, we gon’ hit the cut
Trickin’ niggas in the spot, we gon’ stick ’em up
Fox Five gang, coroner gon’ pick ’em up
Breaking news gang, nigga, put your trigger finger up
Yeah, all my niggas throwed off
Drive by, shoot your doors off
Turn your four door to a coupe, nigga
Yeah, knock the noodles out your soup, nigga
Yeah, Zone 6 niggas love to shoot niggas
Yeah, you heard ’bout it
Nigga, we ain’t worried ’bout ya
Hang around real shottas, hang around real robbers
Y’all nigga real killers, pullin’ up real yoppas

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna go to sleep, I’m way too high, dog
I can’t get no sleep, I swear I’m way too high, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
Peel a hotbox when it’s time to ride, dog
If you froze up last time, you can’t ride, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog

[Verse 3]
Go against the gang, that’s like suicide, dog
Go against the gang, that’s like suicide, dog
Walk ups only when I’m shooting a drive, dog
We woke the neighbors up, at first the street was quiet, dog
Have you ever did a real homicide, nigga?
Have you ever made a nigga mama cry, nigga?
Do or die nigga gotta do or die, nigga
If you ain’t the one doing it, you gon’ die, nigga
Sometimes I look at God and I wonder "why," nigga
Why my niggas had to be the ones that had to die, nigga
They killed one, we gon’ kill 5, nigga
Winter time, we gon’ set your block on fire, nigga
Yeah, yeah, like the 4th July, nigga
Broad day, lettin’ them bullets fly, nigga
Pull up with a stick like I’m Sah, nigga
Gang gang, dare a nigga to try it, nigga

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna go to sleep, I’m way too high, dog
I can’t get no sleep, I swear I’m way too high, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
Peel a hotbox when it’s time to ride, dog
If you froze up last time, you can’t ride, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog

21 Savage – Bank Account (Issa Album)

[Verse 1]
I buy a new car for the bitch (for real)
I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real)
You can’t even talk to the bitch (no)
She fucking with bosses and shit (oh God)
I pull up in ‘rari’s and shit, with choppers and Harley’s and shit (for real)
I be Gucci’d down, you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (Oh god)
Got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties
$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I bought a ‘Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Niggas tryna copy me, they playin’ catch up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma

[Chorus]
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (Oh, God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)

[Verse 2]
Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21)
Regular, buy the seats, I got a house on the hill, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna Tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed dog, I’m a real dog, you a lil’ dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil’s, dog
Dunk right in your bitch like O’Neal, dog
I shoot like Reggie Mill’, dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog

[Chorus]
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (Oh, God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)

[Verse 3]
Roulette clips, send a roulette hit
Pull up on your bitch, she say I got that ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that rural shit
Glock cocked now, I don’t really give no fuck ’bout who I hit
Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that siggy with me
Bitch, I’m Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case they wanna get busy with me
‘Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me

[Chorus]
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (Oh, God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)

[Outro]
$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard

21 Savage – Famous (Issa Album)

[Verse 1]
Rags to riches, nigga came from the bottom
Hood rats, now a nigga fuckin’ on models
Ridin’ in the foreign, remember ridin’ on MARTA
Grind got harder and my mind got smarter
I was gettin’ bags for the cheap
When I ain’t had money, I was robbin’, nigga
I was gettin’ bags for the free
21 Gang, they were right beside me
And they still with me, nigga, I’m on TV
Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck ’em
I can’t go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
I’m too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
I’m too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover
Niggas tryna clone a nigga’s shit, damn, woah
Used to drive a hotbox, shit, Lambo
Niggas want a handout, shit, mine broke
I grinded for this shit, I grinded for this shit
Can’t change on my game, niggas still here
Kinda hard to change my ways ’cause the shit real
Niggas rappin’ ’bout shit they ain’t even lived
Niggas lyin’, I can hear it in their ad-libs
I’m poppin’ Percocets, bitch, not Advil
It’s kinda fucked up what they did to Black, damn
If I catch him in the trap, I’ma whack him
I catch that boy in traffic, nigga, I’ma whack him
Nigga, try to keep up with this fashion
Makin’ sure my kids happy
They dependent on their daddy
Tryin’ not to let the streets distract me
I know it’s bumps in the road like acne
Had to sell dope, I couldn’t be an athlete
I’m a solid young nigga, you can ask C
The internet ain’t gon’ help you understand me

[Chorus]
I’m a street nigga, yeah I’m famous
I’m a rapper, nigga, and I’m gangbangin’
Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin’?
Everybody get it with your nigga flamin’
All these chains on a nigga like I’m stranglin’
Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then
You knockoff gangbangers ain’t bangin’
In the hood everyday, I’m hangin’

[Verse 2]
And I come through when the gang need
And I wear shades so they can’t see
And I pay them lawyers and the bond fees
Nigga one thousand, I’m beyond G
I put my main bitch inside Givenchy
Niggas still askin’, "Can you front me?"
My old ho sayin’, "Boy you growed up"
Promethazine, it got a nigga slowed up
Too solid, pussy niggas can’t disclose us
Went and seen Eliante, and he froze us
I’m too street to walk around with my nose up
Especially to the niggas knew me ‘fore I blowed up
Savage Mode drop, now my price’ll go up
Streets cold, nigga, they ain’t showin’ no love
Niggas get in front of judge and they fold up
Face shot, hit that boy with the whole dub

[Chorus]
I’m a street nigga, yeah I’m famous
I’m a rapper, nigga, and I’m gangbangin’
Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin’?
Everybody get it with your nigga flamin’
All these chains on a nigga like I’m stranglin’
Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then
You knockoff gangbangers ain’t bangin’
In the hood everyday, I’m hangin’

[Outro]
Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck ’em
I can’t go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
I’m too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
I’m too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover

Gucci Mane & Ralo – Chiraqistan (feat. Lil Durk) (Outro) (Ralo Laflare Album)

[Intro: Lil Durk & Ralo]
Let’s get it pussy
Yeah
Dope
OTF
You know how we rockin’ nigga, only the Famgoon shit
Only the Famgoon nigga
Haha
Hey Durk
Turn up

[Verse 1: Ralo]
OG, I’m with OTF and you know we verse anybody
Durk told me that they forgot, he think they forgot about it
Hop out we reminding niggas, who the fuck behind these niggas?
Fuck whoever signed these niggas, we shoot whoever ridin’ with ‘em

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
I’m hanging with the robbers and the scammers
I’ma put a pint inside a Fanta
Only the Famgoon, fuck these rappers
Big dinosaur four-five like a raptor
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ralo told a nigga slide to Pakistan
Got my niggas with me so you know we packed the van
Blood in my eyes like I’m Fifty man
Started with a million, that’s how I’ma end

[Verse 3: Ralo]
Started with a million we end with a billion
Everything changed when we came in the building
Having this paper, one hell of a feeling
Fuck with Lil Durk and my niggas start killing
Just left out the back and we flew to Chiraq
I promised Lil Durk we wouldn’t ever look back
And we get them racks and we split it up
Won’t none of these niggas be big as us
You keep it loyal, I do the same
Tell on my team when I lose a game
He was talkin’ ‘til that Uzi came
Run your mouth, we start shootin’ things
We ain’t never lettin’ shit slide
We ain’t never gon’ switch sides
I get money, I don’t get tired
Go get your own and stop dick ridin’

[Verse 4: Lil Durk]
First ran a band off street money
Had to trap up on that three some’
Lean, percocets, xanny (drugs)
Yeah I just had a threesome
I can’t wait ‘til they make the fifty shot for the four-five Glock
Got out early for my case, you been fighting years, you a cop
Real name Durk, you can call me Mustafa (Abdul Malik)
I don’t know no niggas, I don’t know who shot ya
Run up on his ass like, I got ya
Real street niggas don’t go off gossip

[Verse 5: Ralo]
We don’t go off gossip nigga
Talkin’ shit and we gon’ pop a nigga
I walk in the club with a lot of niggas
That’s how you know it’s a lot of pistols
We never playin’ no peekaboo
We never lyin’ on interviews
You know that you was a bitch in school
I was that nigga that pick on you
I’m the nigga that’ll take your lunch
We gon’ take his shit for say what you want
You know that I was the bully
Ain’t nobody stood up to me
Ain’t no nigga said shit to me
You can ask the nigga next to me
They don’t never send threats of me
They don’t want a nigga neck tooken

[Verse 6: Lil Durk]
Alexander Wang belt, hot boy like Wayne ‘nem
I might OD off the painkillers
In the trenches with the same niggas
I be turn up with the fashion shit
Mouth shut so don’t ask me shit
MAC with the cooler attached to it
You know I ain’t with that lackin’ shit
In my circle ain’t no lames
Cartiers with the gold frames
Three-nine like a soul train
Got a soul plane like Snoop in it
Dummy bags with the woop in it
Crib big, put a hoop in it
Garage big, put the coupe in it
Off the jigga, got the moon whippin’

[Verse 7: Ralo]
We do not rent out apartments
We go and buy up the complex
She better not get in this Corvette
We gonna have us some car sex
We walk in the club and we flood it out
I bought the Rollie and flood it out
Baby mama used to cut me out
Now we ain’t got nothin’ to worry ‘bout
We ain’t worried ‘bout another nigga
You see he got all his brothers with him
That’s why the streets really love a nigga
‘Cause we ain’t none’ like these other niggas
We don’t fuck with the other side
They gon’ make us bring them colors out
Any nigga standing by your side
It gon’ be a double homicide
It’s Durk and Ralo, man we living good
You know we turn up in any hood
We the only rappers in the hood
Ain’t did it yet, but we finna do it
Watch what we do to these niggas
We ain’t that cool with these niggas
We do not move with these niggas
We do not fool with these niggas

[Outro: Ralo]
That shit there crazy Durk
That motherfucker go crazy
That the outro, we out
Famgoon! OTF
Ralo LaFlare

Gucci Mane & Ralo – Sometimes (Ralo Laflare Album)

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 1 – Ralo]
Ain’t no reason for stopping
Catch me squeezing and popping
Gucci speeding in that Rari
My Lamborghini beside it
I’m the god of the trap, call me Ralo LaFlare
What you make in a year, we throw that shit in the air
My interviews got more views than your video
Moving them birds got a ni**a walking pigeon toed
I can’t believe I got away with all that s**t I sold
You brought your jewelry out for show, I got my s**t off dope
I bet you won’t believe I got more money than your favorite rapper
He can have more followers than me but I won’t follow after em
Any time we go to war I promise we don’t lose a battle
If you f**k with me it gong be your life on the ground that matter

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 2 – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
An armored truck heist, all this motherf**king jewelry
And when I start sending slugs I’m the jury and the judge
I’m a hybrid, a mixture of a robber and a plug
I’m so violent, might have my youngins kill you in the club
I’m a tyrant, I’m texting everybody in the hood
These ni**as lying
But I done made so much cheese I’m retiring
And I’m hiring
My shooters firing, you hearing sirens
Was scheming, lost some cooking blocks so tryna make it lock up
My traphouse like a pop up shop, I’m tryna run the guap up
Like a jack in the box I hit one button, my Rolls Royce top’ll pop up
And if these ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as pop up

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 3 – Ralo & Gucci Mane]
I pull up in a Lam, it sound like a helicopter
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
Gucci Mane Sinatra, let me get that out ya
Don’t you give me s**t cause I’m gon take it from em
I hated from em
Pull up on em, now we take your bomb, he looking dumb
We got more cabbage than a farm
Got more game than a don
Ain’t gotta give a bi**h a crumb
And she still gon give me some ni**a
I get that cash on the regular
All of these bi**hes be negative
None of these ni**as competitive
Tell the robbers that there’s better deals
I won’t fall man, I never trip
I’ma ball and buy another whip
Tell me dog, I’ma get him killed
Instagrams, extra clips

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Outro – Gucci Mane]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery

Gucci Mane & Ralo – I Know It (Ralo Laflare Album)

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pussy man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 1: Ralo]
Ain’t no reason for stoppin’
Catch me squeezin’ and poppin’
Gucci speedin’ in that Rari
My Lamborghini beside it
I’m the god of the trap, call me Ralo LaFlare
What you make in a year, we throw that shit in the air
My interviews got more views than your video
Movin’ them birds got a nigga walking pigeon toed
I can’t believe I got away with all that shit I sold
You brought your jewelry out for show, I got my shit off dope
I bet you won’t believe I got more money than your favorite rapper
He can have more followers than me but I won’t follow after ‘em
Any time we go to war I promise we don’t lose a battle
If you fuck with me it gon’ be your life on the ground that matter

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
An armored truck heist, all this motherfuckin’ jewelry
And when I start sending slugs I’m the jury and the judge
I’m a hybrid, a mixture of a robber and a plug
I’m so violent, might have my youngins kill you in the club
I’m a tyrant, I’m texting everybody in the hood
These niggas lyin’
But I done made so much cheese I’m retiring
And I’m hiring
My shooters firing, you hearing sirens
Was scheming, lost some cooking blocks so tryna make it lock up
My traphouse like a pop up shop, I’m tryna run the guap up
Like a jack in the box I hit one button, my Rolls Royce top’ll pop up
And if these niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas’ll pop up

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 3: Ralo & Gucci Mane]
I pull up in a Lam, it sound like a helicopter
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
Gucci Mane Sinatra, let me get that out ya
Don’t you give me shit ‘cause I’m gon’ take it from ‘em
I hated from ‘em
Pull up on ‘em, now we take your bomb, he lookin’ dumb
We got more cabbage than a farm
Got more game than a don
Ain’t gotta give a bitch a crumb
And she still gon’ give me some nigga
I get that cash on the regular
All of these bitches be negative
None of these niggas competitive
Tell the robbers that there’s better deals
I won’t fall man, I never trip
I’ma ball and buy another whip
Tell me dog, I’ma get him killed
Instagrams, extra clips

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery

Gucci Mane & Ralo – Never Going Broke (feat. Young Dolph) (Ralo Laflare Album)

[Intro: Ralo]
Uh, you know
I’m the only rapper don’t need no show money
You dig what I’m sayin’
Ralo, woo
Famgoon

[Verse 1: Ralo]
The pack in, I’m back in, fuck a backend
A black man running shit like I’m Batman
You can’t even get the leprechaun to craft this chain
You rap niggas get behind the bars, I bet they fame
Fuck a bank account, I carry cash in large amounts
These rappers rappin’ ’bout them bricks but never sold an ounce
If you meet these niggas you’ll see why I treat these niggas
I can’t believe I was a kid that wanted to be these niggas

[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
I can’t do it, I can’t go, nah never
Goin’ broke, sell some dope, sell a ho
Sell whatever to feed my folks
Most these niggas just want these bitches
I just want that bankroll
I might send her through the airport
Put her on my payroll
Real niggas make shit happen, yeah
Fake niggas just be cappin’, yeah
The loudest nigga in the room, yeah
The weakest nigga in the room, yeah
He can’t wait to tell it, far from a star
I looked Benjamin in the face and said ’til death do us part
Ayy, Rolls Royce on Elvis Presley Boulevard (trappin’)
Mama in the next room smokin’ hard
It’s about where you finish, not where you start
I ain’t never going back to this shit man

[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke

[Verse 3: Ralo]
If I go back broke again I would sell some dope again
I know some people say I’m the realest and they hope I win
I don’t walk inside the club unless we bring them toasters in
I’m sorry if I fucked your ho ’cause I might fuck that ho again
I will never feel another man
Send his ass to the motherland
A hundred shots, ain’t shoot shit
Where the fuck all the shootin’ went?
Niggas know I don’t give a damn
Niggas know I don’t give a fuck
If you don’t know you better ask about me
Ask about the kid in the bluff
I’m a star food nigga
Richer than all you niggas
I ain’t never had to do a song
Twenty-five, ten million strong
Real niggas don’t live long
Long live all my brothers
And if I ever have to die with ’em
I’ma die rich motherfucker

[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke

Russ – Try It

[Hook: Russ]
I dare you to come and try it
But nobody’s shaking round here
Yes I got it so you want it
But I ain’t see you here last year
Bet you won’t try it
No no
I bet you won’t try it

[Verse 1: Russ]
Your favorite rapper can’t fuck with with me
Girls fall in love with me
Childhood dreams, yeah I’m fighting for my custody
There’s one of me, there’s a lot of you
Listening to the radio and it’s probably you
But who are you? I don’t even think you know
They don’t believe that I plan it, like Pluto
I’m interrupting the conversation
Enough with the observations
I’m fucking up the structure
Standing up for the population
It’s real shit coming through your playlist
Family needs food, bills need payments
But I see money in the bank with my name on it
Rearranging rules, yeah I’m changing up the game on ya
I got a chip that weighs the size of a brick
I might flip and do some shit that’s gonna’ help me get rich quick
This ain’t a thing you should try
I protect this with my life
Cause my life is what I gave
For my life I would die

[Hook: Russ]
I dare you to come and try it
But nobody’s shaking round here
Yes I got it so you want it
But I ain’t see you here last year
Bet you won’t try it
No no
I bet you won’t try it

[Verse 2: Russ]
All this time in between got me anxious
Family looking at me like, save us
I got to get to where I’m going now, oh oh
Stepping up to the plate when they need me
This is what I practiced for
This is what I’m asking for, for, for, for
I made my name get bigger
Stayed with my faith like liquor up in my vains
My trigger fingers my brain
I figured I should do me
Looking back I was blinded by what I really couldn’t see
23, I’m so happy I didn’t blow at 17
They be stupid
I don’t play against you
I play against the idea of me losing
See the blueprint I sketched out
I was right all along to let your opinions get left out

[Hook: Russ]
I dare you to come and try it
But nobody’s shaking round here
Yes I got it so you want it
But I ain’t see you here last year
Bet you won’t try it
No no
I bet you won’t try it

SwagHollywood – You Ain’t Got It

[Hook: Swaghollywood]
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
We all know whats in your pocket
We all know whats not in your wallet
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
Boy that shit fake why you bought it
You ain’t got no clothes up in yo closet

[Verse 1: Swaghollywood]
Broke, he can’t even spend a penny on his bitch
Goddamn
Whoa
This that "how the hell you get this shit"
Whoa no
I dunno
I just got these bands quick
Goddamn
Ran it up and then I got my partners rich
Woah yeah
We just had to go and hit a couple licks
Woah damn
I was in the booth while you was with yo bitch
Oh
I can’t trust no broke nigga
Ima nigga tryna get six figures
All about the green ill fuck a bitch up
And you can’t run it up cause i ain’t with ya
Oh

[Hook: Swaghollywood]
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
We all know whats in your pocket
We all know whats not in your wallet
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
Boy that shit fake why you bought it
You ain’t got no clothes up in yo closet

French Montana – Bring Dem Tings (feat. Pharrell)

[Intro: Pharrell Williams & French Montana]
Montana
I be like, nice P, you know
What up P?
Skateboard!
Skate on these niggas

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

[Verse 1: Pharrell]
Maybe, you don’t wanna fuck with them bro
Oh you high and they shooting, better get low
Extort ’em, you ain’t go no friends, oh
They’ll be fucking with that ass like a nympho
Chanel scarf like rainbow barf
$1000 sip nigga, this ain’t yo’ cloth
You ain’t dripping nigga, that ain’t no sauce
I can see the noodles, that shit made for poodles
I’m thinking ’bout the LaFerrari coupe
1.8, the option is the roof
Greens is a sicken to the youth
Your goals are malnourished nigga, please spit the juice
Y’all be Bape and I be human-made and
Y’all be aping, I’m Richard Mille nation
No diamonds, just turn beyond facing
With gears and sprockets with the sapphire casing

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Here’s a little story about a kid from Morocco
Had to show Carlito I was Benny Blanco
Check it out, ra-raindrop, offset
Fuck a plug, we the outlet
Child put me in a box, I’m in the box office
All the rocks made shawty blow my socks off
Coke boy white, Mac Miller, Reggie Miller
Shoot to kill her, canary quarterback , Steelers
White villa from crack dealing
Vanilla, garage like a dealer
I kill ’em softly, Lauryn Hill ’em
Get above ’em, crib Calabasas on the hill, I
Had ’em on a needle, 45 plate
Beatles wore revolvers on the red carpet
Alcatraz bars, crash cars
Ain’t no future in fronting, my homie rip yo mask off

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

Statik Selektah – Man Of The Hour (feat. 2 Chainz & Wiz Khalifa)

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
I am, I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
Fresh out the shower, I am

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Uh, fresh dressed
Neat-pressed, naw
If I fall off, I get up and wipe myself off
I used to go to sleep cuddling a AR
Just the trials and tribulations
This the files I don’t wanna open
They don’t wanna see ya at the banquet
They don’t wanna see you niggas make it
They don’t wanna see that trophy, huh
I welcome yours with open arms
I give that lady a throat massage
I put your house in my fourth garage
Perpendicular ignorant cross with articulate
Southside, using Ben Franklin for benefits
Dirk Diggler with intent, like [?]
Kush for a supplement
I’m the reason Balenciaga had a waiting list
Please don’t make me sign you up for the faking list

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
I am, I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
Fresh out the shower, I am
(I am) I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
The man of the hour, I am

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
High as fuck off the joint that I just rolled
Riding round in a cloud of that kush smoke
Put my generation on the good dope
Now we all getting high as D’Angelo notes
Getting paid with each quote
Perfecting my game with each stroke
Tryna eat good and gain weight
Lame niggas wanna provoke us
Coincidentally I ain’t broke
Into fashion but the weed is the only thing that choke us
I’m in my bag, God told me anything I want I could have
Anytime I want, I can brag
I be grinding, I don’t relax
And real niggas gon’ respect that
Nigga my passport full and I got jet lag
Homie, I am

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
I am, I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
Fresh out the shower, I am
(I am) I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
The man of the hour, I am
(I am) (the man of the hour)
(I am) (the man of the hour)
(I am) (the man of the hour)
(I am) (the man of the hour)

Steve Aoki – Lit (feat. Gucci Mane & T-Pain)

[Intro: T-Pain & (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah, boy, you gettin’ that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y’all tryna do our shit, you just soundin’ like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin’ lit (Ha)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit, let’s go

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it’s lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say I ain’t got no type, but I prefer ’em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too borin’ for the bitch
In the foreign, motor roarin’, sittin’ on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I’m so spoiled, she don’t get naked, it’s hard for me to tip
I’m so hard, got ’em runnin’ and I just put in the tip

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you were born makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
I’ma put that top [?] shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you were born makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

Blac Youngsta – Birthday (Young Dolph Diss)

[Intro]
I’m not guilty
I’m innocent
I’m not guilty
I’m innocent

[Chorus]
What you wanna die on your birthday?
Squeeze that fire on your birthday?
Take him to the hood, put him on set
Do a drive by on him first day
Pull down on him on lurk day
Shoot him in the face on a church day
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You wanna die about a verse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang gang gang)

[Verse 1]
Adolph Thornton wanna see me dead and gone (gang)
This a rat-tat-tattle song (gang gang)
Dropped that Bulletproof and made a statement
Rattin’ ass nigga you was dead wrong (bitch)
Snitched on every song
Talking to everybody and gossiping on every phone
Fuck nigga pressed charges
And got the feds running up in every home
I got to play it safe out here
Adolph Thornton got me tryna beat a case out here
They tryna get me out the way out here
Tryna lock me up ’til I turn a lil gray out here (gang)
These niggas gay out here (gang)
Pussy ran out of timing, taking niggas straight out here
It’s so much hate out here
Run up on me, you can die broad day out here
Tell the whole world how you called around the city
Had a few niggas come and tell me you was sorry
Tell your fans the truth
Tell ’em how you really wasn’t trappin’, you wasn’t nothin’ but a barber (ho)
Tell ’em how daddy-o used to lil boy you, make you run to the store for a cigar and some water (ho)
Tell ’em how we had a show together, you ain’t come in ’cause you thought I was gon’ rob you (ho)

[Chorus]
Die on your birthday
Squeeze that fire on your birthday
Take him to the hood, put him on set
Do a drive by on him first day
Pull down on him on lurk day
Shoot him in the face on a church day
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You wanna die about a verse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang gang gang)

[Verse 2]
Lost so many niggas to this shit
I just wanna thank god ’cause I’m breathing
I get my gun out when I’m delivering
I got my gun out when I’m receiving
If you shoot on me I ain’t gon’ snitch
And show up in court, I’ma get even
I’ma just stop a lil nigga from breathing
I’ma make your lil cousin have a seizure
You the only nigga comin’ CIAA with a bulletproof truck
Scared for your life
How you gon’ go and shoot your own truck up
And play dead for the night? (gang gang)
And then press charges on me
And tell the police I did that shit (gang gang)
Now the feds say that I’m a menace
This is for all the young niggas innocent
I’m innocent
Lamborghini, I ain’t rented that
Fuck Trump
Ain’t been a good president since Kennedy (ho)
If Dolph show up in court, man these bitches gon’ sentence me
On my paperwork they got the nigga’s name in every sentences

[Chorus]
What you wanna die on your birthday?
Squeeze that fire on your birthday?
Take him to the hood, put him on set
Do a drive by on him first day
Pull down on him on lurk day
Shoot him in the face on a church day
Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day
Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang
Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You wanna die about a verse lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang, gang gang)
You want somebody get hurt lil nigga? (uh-uh, gang gang gang)

[Outro]
You lil rat ass bitch
You know what I’m sayin’
Your whole clique pussies man
I’ll go to war with all you bitch ass niggas
PRE, Pussy Rat Entertainment
All you niggas bitches
Your whole clique nigga
Bitch ass nigga
You ain’t nothin’ but a motherfuckin’ barber nigga
You know motherfuckin’ well you had them motherfuckin’ long, big dirty ass stripes and shit
You know what I’m sayin’, cut good hair and shit
Hair all over your shirts and shit
You lil junky ass bitch
Yeah ho
I’m innocent, innocent
I’m innocent, innocent
I’m innocent, I’m innocent
I’m innocent