Derez De’Shon – Need Sum Mo Lyrics

[Intro: Derez De’Shon]
Swear it seem like yesterday
I was eatin’ ramen noodles off a plastic plate
I was really, but anyway
Judge just gave my brother Dreek 5 years today
Hurt to see his teared-up face
‘Cause I gotta feel it play
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Chorus: Lil Baby & Derez De’Shon]
Damn, the streets need me (Me)
My son need me more (More)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (I ain’t have no other choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (I need some more)
I need some more, yeah (I need some more, yeah)
[Verse 1: Derez De’Shon]
Derez De’Shon
I was cursed and I was gifted at the same time
I was hurt and I was injured but I stayed down
Fourth quarter, two minutes, I can’t waste time
Niggas dyin’ before 2040, my white lie
‘Cause I gotta be here for my son and daughters
Don’t ever want them to go through what I been through, hard times that scarred me
Reminiscing when times was harder
We ain’t have no light in the ‘partments
Just a baby, was boilin’ water
Long as the kids ate, I was fine with starvin’
Do you know the feeling when your mama askin’ you to help with the bills? But you can’t help for real
But you still get what you give
I got partners locked up doin’ bids
Some doin’ life and some got a few years
Can’t go to visit, it hurt just to see ’em
I’ll do all I can ’til they free ’em
[Chorus: Lil Baby & Derez De’Shon]
Damn, the streets need me (Me)
My son need me more (More)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (I ain’t have no other choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (I need some more)
I need some more, yeah (I need some more, yeah)
I said the streets need me (They need me)
My son need me more (Me more)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (No choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (More)
I need some more, yeah
[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I got my money the harder way
Baby mama tryna take my lil’ boy away
Man, you know what it was when you went this way
I got too many problems, I’m savin’ face
I got too many lawyers for random cases
I’m addicted to lean, I been buyin’ cases
I been goin’ too hard, got these niggas hatin’
Bought a brand new AP, got a friend wan’ date me
I keep fuckin’ with her, I guess I can’t shake it
I’ll be goddamn wildin’ when these niggas take me
Keep it real even though I know they was fakin’
Hold they nuts on me, they didn’t want me to make it
Keep them young niggas with me, they still be takin’
Thankin’ God that he bettered my situation
I can’t wait to pull up and see nigga’s faces
I can’t go back to the basics
[Chorus: Lil Baby & Derez De’Shon]
The streets need me (Me)
My son need me more (More)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (I ain’t have no other choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (I need some more)
I need some more, yeah (I need some more, yeah)
I said the streets need me (They need me)
My son need me more (Me more)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (No choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (More)
I need some more, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
Said the streets need me
Said the streets need me
From the bottom, we was poor, I need some more
I need some more, yeah
I said the streets need me
Said the streets need me
Top, bottom, we was poor
I need some more, yeah, yeah

6LACK – Pretty Little Fears Lyrics

Pretty little fears
Music to my ears
I just wanna know
Don’t you sugar coat
I’ll say it all if you want
And could you tell me like it is? Cole]
That she from the west side, mmm
And she seen my best side, mmm, mmm
[Chorus: 6LACK]
I just wanna know
Don’t you sugar coat
I’ll say it all if you want
And could you tell me like it is? Pretty little fears
Music to my ears
[Verse 2: 6LACK]
Okay, say it loud, say it proud, you wanted more
We open door, hit the couch, then the floor
I cut it up, like a scissor, love galore
She never bored, there’s so much shit we can do
You free to say whatever, baby, if you askin’ me
No limit when I’m in it, gotta Master P
I’m hoping I don’t have a fast release
Got me focused like I’m out here tryna get my mastercy, mmm
Throwin’ out the peace sign, mmm
Girl, I’m from the Eastside, mmm, mmm
[Pre-Chorus: 6LACK]
Girl, you want my best side, mmm
Bet you from the west side, mmm, mmm
[Chorus: 6LACK]
I just wanna know
Don’t you sugar coat
Or say it all if you want
And could you tell me like it is? She know my stick nothin’ but magic bae
I be swinging it back and forth, ’til you in your casket, bae
[Pre-Chorus: 6LACK]
Mmm, girl, you want my best side, mmm
Bet she from the west side, mmm, mmm
[Chorus: 6LACK]
I just wanna know
Don’t you sugar coat
Or say it all if you want
And could you tell me like it is? Pretty little fears
Music to my ears
[Verse 3: J. Pretty little fears
Music to my ears Been around
Like hella, propellers
Wanna know who you with
Don’t tell him
Come on fellas, that ain’t none of your biz’
Got on your body suit, you know I’m on your ass today
Would you let me hit it thrice if I asked today? Cole]
I’m lovin’ your light, vulnerable
Lettin’ your guard down, it’s honorable
‘Specially when the past ain’t been that friendly to you
But there’s magic in that
You’re the flower that I gotta protect
And keep alive in the winter time
Hey, don’t you die yet
You been way more than a friend of mine
We’re more like fam
I raised you, you raised me, let’s turn this whole life ’round
You can confide in me
I can take the weight up off your shoulder blades
And try to store the pain inside of me
And why the world do you like that
Like they don’t know you God-sent
But me, I view you like that
I’m sneakin’ glances
Thankin’ God that he drew you like that
Beautiful black child
Come and shed your black cloud
For your vibe and your smile
I don’t mind a lil’ rain
I’m your dog
Ears perk up at the sound of your name
Count on your main, wildfire
Can’t handle your flame
Download your shame, wild high, come drown in your fragrance
You that red pill that a nigga found in the Matrix
Before I had you this shit was fantasy
You plant a seed to grow some roots, a branch and leaves
Becomes a tree of life until our nights are filled
With peace from stress and strife
And that’s the blessing that I get from wifing you
‘Cause you entrusted me with the key to your heart
Beaten you smart
‘Cause even though I need a new start
Due to my past transgressions, you believed in me
I guess the light I see in you is what you see in me, lord
[Pre-Chorus: J. [Verse 1: 6LACK]
Do better
Who better
You better?

Migos – Get Right Witcha

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)

Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to god my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God he saved my life from kick doors (god!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Offset!
In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceiling light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie yeah that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds yeah they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it, count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it, thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m a dog from menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the lord, forgive me (hey)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Pop me a missile (aye)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Hoe game itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lennon
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell ’em, aye

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

MIGOS – Get Right Witcha lyrics

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)

Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to god my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God he saved my life from kick doors (god!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceiling light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie yeah that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds yeah they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it, count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it, thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m a dog from menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the lord, forgive me (hey)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Pop me a missile (aye)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Hoe game itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lennon
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell ’em, aye

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Migos – Get Right Witcha lyrics

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)

Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to god my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God he saved my life from kick doors (god!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceiling light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie yeah that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds yeah they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it, count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it, thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m a dog from menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the lord, forgive me (hey)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Pop me a missile (aye)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Hoe game itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lennon
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell ’em, aye

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Rich The Kid – Blessings

[Hook]
I had to learn a lesson
Lose it all in a second
I made it here that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn a lesson
Lose it all in a second
I made it here that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings

[Verse 1]
Thankin’ God for the breakfast
Pockets stuffed I got extras
Your own friends they’ll hate you
Play a bitch like a Sega
Gotta thank God for the dinner
Neck on froze like the winter
Broke niggas still runnin’ they mouth
Back then used to brick in the house
Look what these bitches a do
Niggas hatin’ on me too
Know they see me in the coupe
You better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn a lesson
Bet she gon’ call on me
These bitches is all on me
Can’t forget about the struggle
In the streets gotta get it ya hustle
Walkin’ red bottoms flexin’ the muscle
Yeah I gotta get it regardless
Red bag bih run like a Harley
In kitchen I’mma whip it the hardest
Bring it back to the trap where it started

[Hook]
I had to learn a lesson
Lose it all in a second
I made it here that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn a lesson
Lose it all in a second
I made it here that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings

[Verse 2]
I was jugging in a Lexus
Bitches switch up in a second
I pull up in a i8, she blowin’ up my i7
Yeah my red bottoms drippin’ the wrong way
Thank God for a new day
Goyard on the suitcase
I’m in her mouth like toothpaste
Workin’ hard and I’m flexin’
Big diamonds on my necklace
Ya boyfriend he drivin’ a Lexus
I stack the money like Tetris
Fuck her one time and its over shit
She (?) I’m sober
She thick so I’m bendin’ it over
Yea, I like to trap with the percocets
Get it out the dirt
You can make it but you gotta work
Puttin’ money in my grandma purse
She pray for me sunday at church
Say a prayer shoutout to my haters
Workin’ hard I got new paper
My hoes be comin’ in flavors
I told that bitch I’mma a playa

[Hook]
I had to learn a lesson
Lose it all in a second
I made it here that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn a lesson
Lose it all in a second
I made it here that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings

Rich The Kid – Blessings (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

[Hook]
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings

[Verse 1]
Thankin’ God for the breakfast
Pockets stuffed I got extras
Your own friends they’d hate you
Play a bitch like a safety
Gotta thank God for the dinner
Neck on froze like the winter
Broke niggas still runnin’ they mouth
Back then used to brick in the house
Look what these bitches a do
Niggas hatin’ on me too
Know they see me in the coupe
You better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn a lesson
Then she gon’ call on me
These bitches is all on me
Couldn’t get it by the struggle
In the streets gotta get it ya hustle
Both red bottoms flexin’ the muscle
Yeah I gotta get it regardless
Red bag bih run like a Harley
In kitchen I’mma whip it the hardest
Bring it back to the truck where it started

[Hook]
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings

[Verse 2]
I was jugging in a Lexus
Bitches switch up in a second
I pull up in I8, what you doin’ on my I7
Damn (?)
Thank God for a new day
Goyard on the suitcase
I’m in her mouth like toothpaste
Workin’ hard and I’m flexin’
Big diamonds on my necklace
Ya boy used to trap in a Lexus
I stack the money like Tetris
Call me one time and its over shit
Driving my rover shit
Get to a milli and over
Yea, I like to trap with the percocets
Get out the dirt
You can make it but you gotta work
Puttin’ money in my grandma purse
Straight from (?) then church
Say a prayer shoutout to my haters
Workin’ hard I got new paper
My hoes be comin’ in flavors
I told that bitch I’mma a playa

[Hook]
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings