YG – Bottle Service Lyrics

For free? Nigga, that’s your motherfucking homeboy’s section, nigga
Talkin’ all that shit with a G-Shock on
Got your phone out, recordin’ like a bitch, nigga, put your phone down
[Verse 4]
Came through with a hundred niggas with me, I’m a leader
If he say he about to shoot the shit up, you better believe him
I’m a dog, I’m a lion, I’m a fucking hyena
Got it out the mud, you can’t dirty ’cause you a diva
Lil’ Boosie in the speaker, so you know I don’t give no fucks
YG hit your bitch, I really hit it, wasn’t luck
The war cost money, nigga, get your dollars up
I’m buyin’ handguns, choppas and bulletproof trucks
Still standin’ ten years plus, I really do this
Pull your hair, hit it from the back, I really do this
Diamonds dancing, got these bitches jumpin’ to conclusions
“YG ain’t got a bag”, Bitch, is you stupid? I’m a top notch bitch and I like top notch shit
You better get your bag together, lil’ nigga (What the fuck?)
[Interlude]
I’m tired of these broke ass niggas standin’ at the table
They wanna pull up and fuck with the bitches, but they ain’t buying no bottles
Nigga, buy some motherfucking bottles, you, broke ass nigga
[Verse 2]
I can’t stand a broke nigga, I can’t stand a broke bitch
Five bands, ain’t all-ones, I just threw a whole fit
I’ma whole boss nigga, I keep me a boss bitch
I write it down on paper, then I check it off the list
All day, I’m running plays, running plays, I’m running plays
Ain’t got time to clean the house, bitch, I got a maid
I came to make a movie, lil’ bitch, I think I’m Blade
I’m a movie star, tell the promoter I need a raise
I don’t talk in circles, no, this not a maze
I just fucked a bad bitch, ooh, I’m in a daze
No, I’m not a water boy, nigga, I’m in the game
Put some money on your head, twenty piece, chump change
Nigga
[Interlude]
Hell nah, hell nah, nigga, move the fuck out the motherfucking way
I’m tryna get to the niggas with the bag, I’m tryna get flewed out
And not like that, but you look like you ain’t flyin’ out shit, nigga
[Verse 3]
Pull up in a drop top, Uber, they ain’t even hot
She was a good girl, but I turned her to a thot
Right pocket is a knot, left pocket hold a Glock
You can the next 50, nigga, take these nine shots
You always got somethin’ bad to say, you a hater
You niggas penny pinching, man, I’m itching for that paper
I want a big crib, glass floors, elevator
I like that in-house pussy like Flava Flava
You in that baby mama Benz, that is not a stunt
You swear you doing somethin’, man, your head is corrupt
Get you a nigga like me, bitch, I’m what’s up
I just had to take her to brunch she let me fuck
[Interlude]
You talkin’ like you got the motherfucking check, but is you cuttin’ it? What type of bitches is you fucking? [Interlude]
What kinda car you drivin’, nigga? What the fuck? Play this song
[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho
[Chorus]
I’m that nigga, that motherfucking nigga, nigga
I’m that nigga, that motherfucking nigga
My bitch that bitch, she that motherfucking bitch
She got her own shit, natural, pretty, slim thick
I’m that nigga, that motherfucking nigga, nigga
I’m that nigga, that motherfucking nigga
My bitch that bitch, she that motherfucking bitch
She got her own shit, natural, pretty, slim thick
[Verse 1]
You madder than a bitch ’cause a nigga glowed up
I’m in a Aventador, this is not a Lambo truck
I ain’t the only one lit, my whole clique run it up
You want a G for free?

YG – Heart 2 Heart Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: Rose Gold]
This that heartfelt shit
This that heartfelt
[Pre-Chorus: YG]
This that heartfelt shit
This that stay rock solid when life get hard, lil’ bitch
All my niggas get a bag, that’s all I wish
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit
This that heartfelt shit
This that make it to the top and it’s a hard lil’ trip
I’m right there, I wanna go, I got a hard lil’ grip
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit, yeah
[Chorus: Arin Ray & Rose Gold]
I spilled my heart out to you
Spill your heart out to me
Know your secrets are safe
So few more shots to the face
I spilled my heart out to you
Spill your heart out to me
Know your secrets are safe
So somebody help me please
[Verse 1: YG]
Talking to my homie, he said he broke
Ask him how his daughter, he said they low
He said, “YG, I can’t take this shit no more”
I said, “Chill before you rob something,” he said he need to smoke
So we lit up, I had to tell my nigga sit up
The homie had his chin down, I told him, “Put your chin up”
I can’t see you like this, dawg
Shot him some cash and told him this, dawg
“Whatever you wanna do, just put your mind to it and do it
Calculate your steps, draw your blueprint, get to it
Find some helpin’ hands that’s gon’ contribute to your movement
‘Cause anything is possible, just look at me, I proved it
Focus on improvement, results, no excuses
Stick to the script, know your vision, never lose it
I promise, nigga, these my last two cents
When that money start coming, don’t spend it on nothing stupid”
My nigga
[Pre-Chorus: YG]
This that heartfelt shit
This that stay rock solid when life get hard, lil’ bitch
All my niggas get a bag, that’s all I wish
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit
This that heartfelt shit
This that make it to the top and it’s a hard lil’ trip (Gotta focus, my nigga)
I’m right there, I wanna go, I got a hard lil’ grip (Gotta focus, nigga)
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit, yeah (Shit ain’t that hard, just focus)
[Chorus: Arin Ray & Rose Gold]
I spilled my heart out to you
Spill your heart out to me (You know, they say that when you talk about shit, it kinda help you)
Know your secrets are safe
So few more shots to the face
I spilled my heart out to you (Little mental health exercises, yeah)
Spill your heart out to me
Know your secrets are safe (It’s gon’ be okay, baby)
So somebody help me please
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yeah, my dawg came home, he just did a dime
I told him hit the road with me at least twenty times
He in the hood selling bricks, tryna flip a nine
Got locked, went up for bail, got that shit denied
On parole, he in the hole, barely calling home
Got knocked ‘fore I could see him, tell him welcome home
Told his baby mama to threeway me, he call her phone
‘Cause I know the pain, locked in them chains, all alone
And it feel like the walls closing and pray to Allah, hoping that
When he go to court, that the feds don’t open it
Fake niggas putting up, “Free you” when they be posting it
But ain’t no money orders in the mail when you open it
My young boy was toting that Glock, high off them opiates
Killed his dawg about some shit that wasn’t appropriate
Judge gave him 20 to 40, he couldn’t cope with it
And now he on the meds, I’m praying he hold his head, for real (For real)
[Pre-Chorus: YG]
This that heartfelt shit
This that stay rock solid when life get hard, lil’ bitch
All my niggas get a bag, that’s all I wish
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit
This that heartfelt shit
This that make it to the top and it’s a hard lil’ trip
I’m right there, I wanna go, I got a hard lil’ grip
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit, yeah
[Chorus: Arin Ray & Rose Gold]
I spilled my heart out to you
Spill your heart out to me
Know your secrets are safe
So few more shots to the face
I spilled my heart out to you
Spill your heart out to me
Know your secrets are safe
Somebody help me please

YG – In the Dark Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho
[Chorus]
I’m in the dark goin’ brazy
I’m in the dark throwin’ twenty past eighty
I’m in the dark, it’s a movie, Scorsese
I’m in the dark, that’s how life been lately
In the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark
[Verse 1]
I’m in the dark goin’ brazy (In the dark)
I’m in the dark tryna make a baby (In the dark)
I’m in the dark like, “Fuck you, pay me” (Fuck you)
I need my hundreds dark blue like the Yankees
Slowly (Slowly) losin’ my focus (Focus)
Need a bitch in a Benz, not a Ford Focus (Ford Focus)
I’m in the dark, I don’t trust you, I’m totin’ (I’m totin’)
YG on bullshit, you already knowin’ (‘Ready know)
My life dark (Dark)
The Lamborghini red, but it’s dark (It’s dark)
I drive mines in the dark, you leave it parked (Leave it parked)
Trust issues, I done had ’em since the start (Since the start)
I’m in the field with piranhas and the sharks (And the sharks)
I get a lot of love but it’s dark
The freaks come out at night
The freaks come out at night when it’s dark
[Chorus]
I’m in the dark goin’ brazy
I’m in the dark throwin’ twenty past eighty
I’m in the dark, it’s a movie, Scorsese
I’m in the dark, that’s how life been lately
In the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark
[Verse 2]
I like my bitches dark (Dark)
I hit ’em at the park when it’s dark (When it’s dark)
I hit my target like a dart (Like a dart)
YG go dumb, but he’s smart (But he’s smart)
In real life, you a mark (You a mark)
Disrespect me, I’m on your head, I’m a scarf (I’m a scarf)
Told my barber cut my hair, leave a part (Leave a part)
But don’t line me up in the dark (In the dark)
My life dark, but I see the truth (But I see the truth)
Pop up on your bitch like peek-a-boo (It’s a pop-up)
I’m in a coupe, I don’t need the roof (I don’t need the roof)
Her ass really shock me like Pikachu (Pikachu)
(Ah) I do a bitch harsh (Harsh)
Break her heart to a thousand parts
They like, “How this ghetto nigga on the charts?”
Face down, ass up, back gotta be arched
[Chorus]
I’m in the dark goin’ brazy
I’m in the dark throwin’ twenty past eighty
I’m in the dark, it’s a movie, Scorsese
I’m in the dark, that’s how life been lately
In the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark
[Refrain]
(Breathe, haa, haa, haa, haa)
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark
(Haa, haa, haa, haa)
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark
(Breathe, haa, haa, haa, haa)
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark
(Haa, haa, haa, haa)
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark
[Chorus]
I’m in the dark goin’ brazy
I’m in the dark throwin’ twenty past eighty
I’m in the dark, it’s a movie, Scorsese
I’m in the dark, that’s how life been lately
In the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark, in the dark, in the dark
In the dark
[Outro]
Yeah, hahahahaha
Yeah, hahahahahaha
Yeah, hahaha
Yeah, hahahaha
Yeah, hahahaha
In the dark

Logic – Wannabe Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
How much does fame weigh? Why you think YG in Brazy like, “Suu whoop”
Why you think Dope Boy ain’t on the Internet no more? I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
I wanna be– Motherfuck all of you
[Chorus]
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can’t I be famous? I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
I wanna be–
[Verse]
I’m just a regular person, so I’m not good enough, no, I’m not good enough, no, I ain’t shit
I don’t get likes like they get likes, so I’m gonna slit my fuckin’ wrist
I ain’t apologin’, inject the collagen
Make me feel like I’m in college again (College again)
He sellin’ fame by the gram (By the gram)
Can’t leave the house without you in my hand (You in my hand)
That social media shit is a contest
If I ain’t winnin’ then I am depressed
And I feel less than, I get stressed then
I, I, I, I, I get stressed like (Ooh)
Why you think Kanye crazy? I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can’t I be f– I be f–
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can’t I be famous? I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can’t I be f– I be f–
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can’t I be famous? A gram
[Chorus]
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can’t I be famous?

Giggs – Smacked With The Butt Of The Gun Lyrics

When my shotty raise up, and you spot gets sprayed up
It will make your little pussio posse wake up
I’ll lock it and pop it, then blow out, chill out
With a zoobie while sipping convousier cups, ooo
Violent squad, silent shot, and Im fresh of the island what
Walk in a stylish top and the bird on its looking kinda Lyle and Scott, what
Hand on my knife, YG left, Spen stands on the right
And I got my gang on a hype
Rolling round to Movado screaming out “Gangsta Fi Life”
[Chorus: Giggs & Fix Dot’M]
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Had to get one in your lung
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Had to get one in your lung Fix Dot’M
[Verse 1: Fix Dot’M]
Ah, I can take your pain way
Like Sylar remove your headtop, take your brain away
Fuck a rainy day, cuz I blatantly rave
I was made to stay
I be getting it hard, so I’m spending it, DNA chain
My God, they frozen my blood in my necklace
We roll up, me, buck and eff’ing Giggs
Start dumping, pitch niggas, sever wigs
And if you bitch niggas ever snitch
I’ve got something that’ll take the tip off the Everest
Look, I’ll take the piss out of everything
Spit ‘til the shit click, spit ‘til I’ve emptied it
Slip something out, then slip something in again, raaah
Tooly’ll injure him
This ain’t a movie try picturing
Look, but don’t try pitching me
‘cause this shit buss like 63 (get it), come on stick with me
Listen my punches are insane, they drop nice on your ear like an earring
Mind I take you to the streets where I grind work
I can tell you how to eat, not on my turf
Show you how a 9 work
Show you how 1 shot will let a nigga float like an iceberg
Jheez
[Chorus: Giggs & Fix Dot’M]
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Had to get one in your lung
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Smacked with the butt of the gun
Had to get one in your lung
[Verse 2: Giggs]
Jheez! Right now Im cane’in the underground
Me, Hollowman, coz I came with another sound
Yea I got straps, but I ain’t one of them loud mother fuckers that be waving a gun around
Jheez! These niggas know my partner, colt 4 fizzy’s my devoted barker
Talked up first, Ima load it after
Have your white tee looking like a squashed “tomatah”
Roll through gaza, phone on charge
Buck boys ringing me, told me park up (skrrt)
Sluts eyes digging me, loads of laughter
Make moves and my pockets will be bulging after
MMM! [Intro: Fix Dot’M]
Uh, we’re gonna steam roll ‘em on this one, real talk
Jheez, Fix, wow, What you don’t know my name?

YG – Band Drum Lyrics

[Intro: YG]
I mix the 4Hunnid with the designer
Stay laced up
On Bloods
Stay laced up
[Chorus: YG]
I just bought my band drums and that **** came with the drum
Do a ***** fast like And-1, I need a bag then and some
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I hop out the tub, my feet land on Gucci rug
*** ** **, then slide in her, make her tell me who she love
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1: YG]
Uh, uh, baddies, lumps
Uh, uh, Mr. Klumps
Uh, uh, she on my, ****
**** her once, I don’t *** the butt
YG always cuss, YG do too much
Oh my God he always wearin’ red, he a super Blood
You ****** super sus, act like y’all be pistoled up
When them shots fire, all you ****** did was duck
Duck, duck, duck, duck
Duck, duck, duck, goose
I don’t want her, she boof, uh
Heard that ***** loose, uh
Yeah she with the *****, ayy
Gave me head in the coupe
[Chorus: YG]
I just bought my band drums and that **** came with the drum
Do a ***** fast like And-1, I need a bag then and some
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I hop out the tub, my feet land on Gucci rug
*** ** **, then slide in her, make her tell me who she love
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Woo
Big gun, handgun, shootout, And-1
Hop out, tap out, time out, damn, son (what?)
Goyard trunks, Gucci trunks
Goku, Trunks, asthma pump
Uh, uh, hit a ***** once he done
Crack ’em like Humpty Dumpty
She don’t wanna ****, she dumb
Uh, uh, pastry cup
Cakey, rump, ice cream
‘Cedes truck, nine screens
Brady Bunch, wide screen
I was 13 with fake bling
When Killa Cam was on the corner with the pink mink
My little man was on the corner with the clink clink
Gold bank, roll 8, gold links
Whole gang hold weight
[Chorus: YG]
I just bought my band drums and that **** came with the drum
Do a ***** fast like And-1, I need a bag then and some
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I hop out the tub, my feet land on Gucci rug
*** ** **, then slide in her, make her tell me who she love
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Outro]
Alert! Bomb first
Trained to go, **** hesitation
Ten steps ahead, not just of enemy, but of all men
Set an example by demonstration, not conversation
Fear of God, but with God keep a faithful relation
Do the unthinkable, pop up on that ass out the blue like peek-a-boo
All a man gots is his **** and his word
So whatever that man says, he gots to do
And if that ***** is yours, protect it by all means
Keep them real ******, some top lawyers, financial advisors and them get-the-job-done riders on your team
And now you’re ready for the world, ya-da-da-mean
Stay dangerous

YG Angry Everyone Praising Eminem While Ignoring His Trump Diss Track

During the 2016 Presidential Election, YG and Nipsey Hussle release a single “F**k Donald Trump” and even performed it while touring. Eminem freestyle at last night’s BET Hip Hop Awards Cypher is the trending topic in hip hop today and while the Detroit legend is getting a lot of praise for his word play and for taking on the President, YG is saying he did the same thing last year. So you can understand his frustration now that Em is getting all the attention. “So we don’t get no credit for dissing TRUMP a year ago?” YG wrote on Twitter. “Mann, F**K TRUMP 4reals tho. YG has since deleted most of the tweets while adding just moments ago, “OK that was the drank talkin.” Seems he is saying that he was a bit intoxicated while he was tweeting early, but he still feels the same way about Trump. Ok that was the drank talkin
— YG (@YG) October 11, 2017 It’s really f**k em.” Although, he is seemingly angry that he is not getting credit for the movement in hip hop, he is still pushing the “f*** Donald Trump” narrative on social media and hopefully it will translate into more record sales for him. F**k this internet sh*t. TweetShare
YG is not amused that while everyone is praising Eminem take down of Donald Trump while pushing aside his own Trump diss track from a year ago.

Stream Fergie Album “Double Dutchess” Feat. Nicki Minaj, YG & Rick Ross

The album “Double Dutchess: Seeing Double” is the followup to Fergie debut album “The Dutchess” which was released over a decade ago and hassince been certified five times platinum. Stream and download Fergie new album “Double Dutchess” on iTunes/Apple Music below. The album comes with 13 tracks and includes guest appearances from the likes of Rick Ross on “Hungry,” “Nicki Minaj on “You Already Know,” YG on “L.A.LOVE (la la),” and her son Axl Jack on the single “Enchanté (Carine).” Fergie also released a music video for every single that she released thus far which means that she will likely released a visual for all the songs on the album. That project spawned a number of hits that the Black Eyed Peas singer known for including “Glamorous” and “Fergalicious.” Fergie is also dealing with some personal problems of her own with her recent separation from husband Josh Duhamel. Fergie drop her highly anticipated sophomore album “Double Dutchess” and you can now stream and download it on iTunes/Apple Music. She recently opened up about her debut album saying that it was her most honest effort yet.

Lil Durk – Young Niggas (feat. Meek Mill)

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Meek, what up bro?
L

[Verse 1: Meek Mill & Lil Durk]
Niggas sellin’ re-rock
I can hear the Federales tryna eavesdrop
A 100 bands in the sneak box
I make a bad bitch turn into a freak thot
Lately I’ve been rollin’ out in Cali with my nigga YG and he a treetop (he a treetop yeah)
On my way to link up at Chicago with my nigga Durk and get the 30 threeshot (get the 30 threeshot yeah)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I’m gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told ’em I’m the one nigga

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
My young niggas they so with it
Big bag they go get it
Get the drop, that’s game time
Get rolled on, you don’t roll with us
I don’t know niggas, I don’t owe niggas
Don’t talk money, I choke niggas
Don’t talk work ’cause I live that
You talk work, get kidnapped like Ye’
We ain’t got no love for that other side, no way
Young niggas a sweep your whole mother side with that K
30 shots on 30 shots, we run up on you broad day
Lawyer money on lawyer money, my young niggas okay
Ay, in the clip goin’ A
Extendos in my bape
Stars all on my roof
Hit the hood in that Wraith
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round in my city
Got that 30 round, 30 round and that semi yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I’m gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told ’em I’m the one nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Free 9, shoot niggas on free time
Pussy niggas better rewind
Back it up don’t say it again
Gang shit, we play to win
Play for keeps, Ikey hoppin’ up out the jeep
You ain’t knock him up out the sheets
Maybach sittin’ behind the sheet yeah
Niggas I’ve up been in the Chi kill for me yeah
Niggas under Larry Hoover still love me yeah
A couple drug lovers I call ’em pills baby
‘Cause you got a gun bitch you still scary
Ain’t win yet, don’t put me in that jam nigga
Ain’t sayin’ shit, my young niggas go ham nigga
K round stick, and we on whoever wherever anybody can get it, I’m with it yeah yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I’m gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told ’em I’m the one nigga

YG – Pop It, Shake It Lyrics

[Verse 1: YG]
This is not just another dance sooooong
This that, “Baby did you leave ya man home?”
Kuz I’m tryna party like I’m grown
I’m tryna get the lap dance with my eyes closed, yeah
You my type, my type and I’m starving
I think you fit my appetite
Kan you live up to the hype?
I be cautious, I klean you up with the Wet Wipes
She a stripper, but she bad tho
Got back on her feet
She was doing bad though
Made it out the struggle
I respect her hustle, yeah
Fuck it, put her in a mansion, yeah
Fuck it, make sure the Rollie matching, yeah
If you an independent woman, yeah
Mercedes Benz, Celine bag
You ain’t ever gotta tell her
And she know she bad

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

[Verse 2: YG]
Dammmn, yeah she moving kinda fast though (fast though)
Tryna keep up, but I don’t wanna crash though (crash though)
Baby got back though
She the type you sneak out the back door
Show me what you working with, drop it down, do a split
Damn girl, you bad as shit
She a vegan, but she still thick
I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga, westside
G bitch, big spender, big tipper
Grab the ones, bring the liquor
Lemme rap to ya in the basement, Big Tigger
And Jay got B and I’m YG, pop that on me
Jay got B and I’m YG, girl pop that pussy on me

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

[Bridge: DJ Mustard]
All my independent ladies, go’n shake something, go ‘head
Shake something ’til ya break something, oh yeah
Twerk something, baby, twerk something, go head
Shake something, baby, shake something
All my independent ladies, go’n shake something, go ‘head
Shake something ’til ya break something, oh yeah
Twerk something, baby, twerk something
Twerk, twerk something, lemme know you worth something

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

Charles Hamilton – Zombiefunk Lyrics

Faded off my ass, talking to the glass. Look at shorty walking pass with that ass. I just want to pay attention. Not even worry about passing my class. You see, life is a test and the club is high school. Just like the industry show me love because I do all the things that my enemies wish to see within them. I mind my business. But they’d like to be like me. Like I’m Spike Lee or they’d like to like me. I don’t roll that way. What, are y’all gay? Please stay away while a nigga just play. You hear the sample? There is none in it! Just isn’t this track. So sit back and relax with the fact that I’m jamming. Hamilton on his composition, stanza shit

I can see you waiting
Waiting ’til I’m zombie faded
You’ve got me faded, you’ve got me faded

I treat my wrist like it’s the face of a hater. Spitting in the face of a hater. Face full of craters. That’s why I stay away from the limelight even though I’m nice. I’m the gothic Drake. You gotta stay awake when listening to me. Especially when I’m spitting these frees. I’m the bee’s knees, mind your business. When I’m spitting I’m the shiznit. Gotta love the rhythm, I’m such a composer. Love it until it’s over. Such is when you’re sober. Oh, what you said about me? Your head is crowded, B, with thoughts of another nigga. You gotta love the nigga, even though he’s some sucker nigga. You paid for it – What is he, YG? Please stay behind me when I do my thing

I can see you waiting
Waiting ’til I’m zombie faded
You’ve got me faded, you’ve got me faded

I got Control like Kendrick with a sentence. My sidekick says I’m demented. My psychiatrist likes this shit. She likes to vibe with it, she’s on my dick. Sorry miss, just give me my prescription. Or just listen when a nigga spitting. I’m out the psych ward, I’m in the mic booth. So I do my thing, word to my tooth being loose from the nastiness that I spit from behind this shit. My tongue is like minuses, a minus sign. Behind your mind when I rhyme like this. Think about it, if my tongue was tracks, what you want back? That old flavor! So I got no neighbors, I’m so hot. And I don’t got no haters, so don’t plot

I can see you waiting
Waiting ’til I’m zombie faded
You’ve got me faded, you’ve got me faded

MIKE WILL MADE IT – Gucci On My lyrics

Ransom, Ransom, Ransom, Ransom
Mike WiLL Made-It

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

Savage cutthroat, I’ll wipe your nose, nigga
My niggas from the West, they 4-double-0, nigga (4Hunnid)
I’ma make it storm, Magic City on a bitch
21 a felon, but he still ride with that stick
Yeah he on TV, that nigga still be in the 6
Fuck this rap shit, that nigga still be hittin’ licks
VVS’ drippin’, yeah, yeah, drippin’, yeah, yeah
Serve a nigga with no scale, scale, with no scale, scale
Show you how to wrap a bale, bale, wrap a bale, bale
Ridin’ ’round without my seatbelt, nigga, fuck 12

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (my hoes)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (I’m drip)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

G’d up in that Gucci
Boo’d up with your hoochie
Shhhh
Victoria Secret, I fucked her in that coochie
YG’s doin’ okay, YG’s got a maid
YG gettin’ paid, YG’s skin clear, YG got the raise
YG got the hoes, YG on the blade, YG with the shits
Prolly hit your bitch in the Wraith (yeah, yeah)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Pay me, walkthrough, fuck it up
The FN, FN fuck ’em up
Under my designer, tucked
Boss bitch, boss bitch, boss bitch
I need me, need a boss bitch
One that take dick and talk shit
No weave, I’d rather her bald head

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (Quavo)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, Quavo)

50 thousand dollar back in at the shows, nigga (100)
Pull up in that bald head, Amber Rose, nigga (hey Amber)
Feds takin’ pictures, shit, strike a pose, nigga (flash)
Million dollar lawyer, Jews, can’t wait to dismiss ’em (Jew!)
Spend ’bout a dub in Gucci (Gucci)
Got your bitch wet in her coochie (eughh)
My nigga just got out of prison (huh)
He already totin’ an Uzi (hrrrrt)
The pot is too big, jacuzzi (woo)
Money like Frank Lucas (Frank)
Walk out the bank in some Gucci (bank)
50 thousand to the goonies (uh)

Broke my wrist off in the pot (breakin’ that)
Tryna make a bigger knot (knot)
Jalapeño, block is hot
Duckin’, dodgin’ from the cops (12)
Put a hunnid in the stock (hunnid)
Put a four up in the pop (Act)
So much Gucci on me
Hoppin’ out with double G, they thinkin’ I was Wop (Wop)
Flooded wrist, I got the Breitling loaded (ice)
Now I can’t even see the clock (nah)
Draco make his heart stop
Split him like a Pop Tart (split him)
Gucci golf suit, Tiger Woods
In the back, Gucci golf cart (skrrt)
Heard you had to give the bread back
‘Cause you couldn’t get the sack off

Offset! Ayy!
Gucci my collar, Gucci my bitch
Spend a lil’ money, that shit ain’t no problem (spend it)
Not good, I’m Gucci
Gave that bitch back to the hood, she groupin’
My diamonds is clean, but my cup is polluted (lean)
I fucked the bitch and then she act like she knew me (smash)
Open your lip, the stick start shootin’
Like pop pop-pop pop brrrrt
I remember you used to be good on me
Now that I’m Gucci, I’m fuckin’ these thotties
Connect with the plug like Wi-Fi
You know we on top, it is no tie
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, nigga, why lie? (Smash)
Make the brick disappear, voilà
Yes I’m a Migo, you know I’m a Migo
I’m shittin’ on niggas like caw-caw

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

Mike WiLL Made It
Ransom
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

Mike WiLL Made It – Gucci On My (feat. 21 Savage, YG & Migos)

[Intro: 21 Savage]
Ransom, Ransom, Ransom, Ransom

Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Verse 1: 21 Savage (YG)]
Savage cutthroat, I’ll wipe your nose, nigga
My niggas from the West, they 4-double-0, nigga (4Hunnid)
I’ma make it storm, Magic City on a bitch
21 a felon, but he still ride with that stick
Yeah he on TV, that nigga still be in the 6
Fuck this rap shit, that nigga still be hittin’ licks
VVS’ drippin’, yeah, yeah, drippin’, yeah, yeah
Serve a nigga with no scale, scale, with no scale, scale
Show you how to wrap a bale, bale, wrap a bale, bale
Ridin’ ’round without my seatbelt, nigga, fuck 12

[Chorus: 21 Savage (YG)]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (my hoes)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (I’m drip)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Verse 2: YG (21 Savage, Kamaiyah)]
G’d up in that Gucci
Boo’d up with your hoochie
Shhhh
Victoria Secret, I fucked her in that coochie
YG’s doin’ okay, YG’s got a maid
YG gettin’ paid, YG’s skin clear, YG got the raise
YG got the hoes, YG on the blade, YG with the shits
Prolly hit your bitch in the Wraith (yeah, yeah)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Pay me, walkthrough, fuck it up
The FN, FN fuck ’em up
Under my designer, tucked
Boss bitch, boss bitch, boss bitch
I need me, need a boss bitch
One that take dick and talk shit
No weave, I’d rather her bald head

[Chorus: 21 Savage (Quavo)]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (Quavo)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, Quavo)

[Verse 3: Quavo]
50 thousand dollar back in at the shows, nigga (100)
Pull up in that bald head, Amber Rose, nigga (hey Amber)
Feds takin’ pictures, shit, strike a pose, nigga (flash)
Million dollar lawyer, Jews, can’t wait to dismiss ’em (Jew!)
Spend ’bout a dub in Gucci (Gucci)
Got your bitch wet in her coochie (eughh)
My nigga just got out of prison (huh)
He already totin’ an Uzi (hrrrrt)
The pot is too big, jacuzzi (woo)
Money like Frank Lucas (Frank)
Walk out the bank in some Gucci (bank)
50 thousand to the goonies (uh)

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Broke my wrist off in the pot (breakin’ that)
Tryna make a bigger knot (knot)
Jalapeño, block is hot
Duckin’, dodgin’ from the cops (12)
Put a hunnid in the stock (hunnid)
Put a four up in the pop (Act)
So much Gucci on me
Hoppin’ out with double G, they thinkin’ I was Wop (Wop)
Flooded wrist, I got the Breitling loaded (ice)
Now I can’t even see the clock (nah)
Draco make his heart stop (rah)
Split him like a Pop Tart (split him)
Gucci golf suit, Tiger Woods
In the back, Gucci golf cart (skrrt)
Heard you had to give the bread back
‘Cause you couldn’t get the sack off

[Verse 5: Offset]
Offset! Ayy
Gucci my collar, Gucci my bitch
Spend a lil’ money, that shit ain’t no problem (spend it)
Not good, I’m Gucci
Gave that bitch back to the hood, she groupin’
My diamonds is clean, but my cup is polluted (lean)
I fucked the bitch and then she act like she knew me (smash)
Open your lip, the stick start shootin’
Like pop pop-pop pop brrrrt
I remember you used to be good on me
Now that I’m Gucci, I’m fuckin’ these thotties
Connect with the plug like Wi-Fi
You know we on top, it is no tie
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, nigga, why lie? (Smash)
Make the brick disappear, voilà
Yes I’m a Migo, you know I’m a Migo
I’m shittin’ on niggas like ca-ca

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Outro]
Mike WiLL Made It
Ransom
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

Nasty C – Check (feat. Erick Rush) (Bad Hair Extensions Album)

[Hook: Nasty C] x2
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see cheque)
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

[Verse 1: Nasty C]
Oh yeah
I know I’m jiggy, I put it before Jigga
I got the country asking if I’m working for Jigga
My life ain’t been the same since the season
Before, cause I turned it into a gold bitch
And I owe it to no nigga
My business stay undercover like watch from the cold head
And my bitches stay undercovers and play with the scrotum
My bottom row is made of gold and your hoe is the gold-digger
My first song was Get Going, now I’m a go-getter
Ohh which one of you has-bins got some advice to give?
Then just point me to wherever dumb and dumber live
If I made them hate me now, well this summer i’d get me killed
I heard so-and-so just made it out to one-hit-wonder ville
Oh which one of you kids wanna fuck with my pocket plans
New niggas hate me cause I turned their Pops into fans
Old niggas hate me cause their baby mamas got snapped
And I’m known, it is your gut to a chance
I went from a ‘having loser’ written on my forehead
To losing sleep and having bitches on their four legs
To only wearing shit if it’s imported
To only smiling back if you important
Connect the dots, I’m connecting flights to Paris
And now we slack, we living on the place
And then I flew my nigga up to Spain
Google dictionary, hated just to tell girls our names
Learned how to say

[Hook: Nasty C] x2
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see cheque)
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

[Verse 2: Erick Rush]
Look, I burst around
And make you break your fuckin’ neck
Niggas coughing dimes, the only thing I cough is a cheque
Ask the people who got it, they’ll tell you straight up to them necks
You tried to play poppa, only just played yourself
Whoa, congratulations you could’ve been half as basic
I know I lack patience but still the mass is await me
I know I try to pace it but look how fast she got naked
I mean… I been Magic since when they still had McGrady
Lord look how you made me
How can one be this wavy
Now when they debating about the best
You know they say me
They hire me on sports, I never needed any training
Then I met Nasty C, and be both started heavy-weighting
Man check out the muscles, instrumentals get tussle
Pounding all these beats til I get bruises on my knuckles
I’m that one cousin up to what niggas done no
Do it for my city, my YG niggas dunno
I was trapping hitting leaks to early mornings
Losing sips and having bitches on four their legs
Puff a lot but only if this spliff is pouring
When I’d hit the spliff to get the hits in motion
Living in Durban, I connect the flights in Paris
My parents always ask about my plans
I’m ’bout to fly my nigga out here just to see what changes
But I swear about a week or two we probably go insane make him…

[Hook: Nasty C] x2
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see cheque)
Break your fuckin’ neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque,cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque,cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque
Cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque, cheque

The Game – Same Hoes (Sam Californie) Lyrics

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
In the club wit yo main thang
Every week it’s the same game
Call that bitch a crew hop
Got me feelin like 2Pac
I see the same hoes, oh oh
I see the same hoes, yeah yeah
I see the same hoes, oh oh
I see the same hoes, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Game]
Never fall in love with a bitch
Never fall in love with a bitch
Never fall in love with a bitch
Let her fall in love with the dick
I came through, 50 Bentley’s
Got my witness, got her digits, while I’m whippin
Lames on the side, nigga name on the thigh
Be the same whack bitch with them flowers on the side
I told her bye bitch, bye bitch
You can never fuck with my bitch
She rock Tom Ford
And I see you in them busted ass Concord’s
Tryna smoke my weed like a motherfuckin lawnmower
Everywhere I go, every video I see
One minute she with Drake, next minute she with me
Heard she fucked with Kendrick and my nigga YG
Heard she had two abortions last week
She a ratchet, get it cracking every time she on her feet
That bitch mouth a magnet to the motherfuckin D
Word the D y’all
Word to the motherfuckin D
Especially when (Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le]
Look, I would never fuck you cause you broke
And you can never fuck cause you a ho
I see you poking out that ass, I’m like so
I’m runnin laps in these streets, bitch I know
We out here buyin Benz’s, out here buyin Rollies
Yo pussy getting beat the fuck up like Sodi
My nigga Chuck told me, my nigga Ty told me
Had yo ass on Adams fucking all of his homies
Took her down to ‘Shaw then got ran my brodies
It’s a cold ass game so I play it like Sony
Nigga I solely swear to never love a bitch, fuck a bitch
I be on some real Nipsey Hussle shit, fuck is this?
2014 sucka shit
Hoes out here sucking dick, got ‘eem sprung and struck it rich
And after that she fuckin split
Pulled up on some fucking crips, some real B dogs and shit
And all we do is dog a bitch
I chase loot, not my balls and dick
She eat good when she with you nigga, she’ll starve with Nip, aye!

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Hu$$le
Dolla $ign
And all we see is these same hoes
Uh na na na na na
Yeah yeah

YG – My Nigga Remix lyrics

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I said that I’mma ride for my motherfuckin’ niggas
Most likely I’mma die with my finger on the trigger
I’ve been grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I ain’t goin’ in unless I’m with my niggas
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga

[Verse 1: YG]
First thing’s first I love all my niggas
This rap shit cracked and I involve my niggas
You lookin’ for some lean, lemme call my nigga
He sell it for the high, I need all mines nigga
Some niggas smoke smoke, some niggas drink drank
Got niggas on the block with the Glock that don’t think
I said, “that’s a nigga back up,” they in a bucket lapped up
I got to act right if you niggas wanna act up
He talkin’ like a snitch no, that ain’t my nigga
He trippin’ off a bitch no, that ain’t my nigga
Take a nigga case, yeah that’s my nigga
Know him since I was eight, yeah that’s my nigga
Fucked my first bitch, passed her to my nigga
Hit my first lick, passed with my nigga
Fuck them other niggas cause I’m down for my niggas
I ride for my niggas, fuck them other niggas

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I said that I’mma ride for my motherfuckin’ niggas
Most likely I’mma die with my finger on the trigger
I’ve been grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I ain’t goin’ in unless I’m with my niggas
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Just know I’m down with the niggas down for me
I got two words for you, love and loyalty
It was me and my nigga, trippin’ on a half a B
Then we used to hit a mall and buy everything we see
Me and my down ass nigga get twisted
Nigga get to trippin’, knock the gravy out your biscuit
Just know I fucked with you the long way, my nigga
So when I see you out I’m like, “Hey, my nigga!”
Drink that act right by the case, my niggas
Drink that act right and get straight with my niggas
Me and my nigga ridin’ dirty trynna chase them figures
Who got the yopper, who got the yola? Don’t matter, go figure

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I said that I’mma ride for my motherfuckin’ niggas
Most likely I’mma die with my finger on the trigger
I’ve been grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I ain’t goin’ in unless I’m with my niggas
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga

[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan]
My nigga got cake, my nigga got weight
My nigga fronted me, he the reason I’m straight
My nigga got a house, my nigga got a lake
My nigga we eatin’, my nigga get a plate
And we’re still hittin’ licks, my nigga, my nigga
Runnin’ off a nigga shit, my nigga, my nigga
I fucked a nigga bitch with my nigga, my nigga
If a nigga talkin’ shit then he ain’t my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga)
YG my nigga and I ain’t goin’ in, ain’t trynna leave my niggas
Shawty seein’ me and want to leave with a nigga
But it wasn’t enough room cause I came with my niggas
My niggas, my niggas
I need a set of wings cause I’m too fly, nigga
And I’m all about my business like a suit and tie nigga
I ride for my niggas (Believe that)

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I said that I’mma ride for my motherfuckin’ niggas
Most likely I’mma die with my finger on the trigger
I’ve been grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I ain’t goin’ in unless I’m with my niggas
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my nigga

[Outro]
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
My nigga, my nigga
Yeah…

Lil Durk – Young Niggas

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Meek, what up bro?
L

[Verse 1: Meek Mill & Lil Durk]
Niggas sellin’ re-rock
I can hear the Federales tryna eavesdrop
A 100 bands in the sneak box
I make a bad bitch turn into a freak thot
Lately I’ve been rollin’ out in Cali with my nigga YG and he a treetop (he a treetop yeah)
On my way to link up at Chicago with my nigga Durk and get the 30 threeshot (get the 30 threeshot yeah)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I’m gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told ’em I’m the one nigga

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
My young niggas they so with it
Big bag they go get it
Get the drop, that’s game time
Get rolled on, you don’t roll with us
I don’t know niggas, I don’t owe niggas
Don’t talk money, I choke niggas
Don’t talk work ’cause I live that
You talk work, get kidnapped like Ye’
We ain’t got no love for that other side, no way
Young niggas a sweep your whole mother side with that K
30 shots on 30 shots, we run up on you broad day
Lawyer money on lawyer money, my young niggas okay
Ay, in the clip goin’ A
Extendos in my bape
Stars all on my roof
Hit the hood in that Wraith
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round in my city
Got that 30 round, 30 round and that semi yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I’m gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told ’em I’m the one nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Free 9, shoot niggas on free time
Pussy niggas better rewind
Back it up don’t say it again
Gang shit, we play to win
Play for keeps, Ikey hoppin’ up out the jeep
You ain’t knock him up out the sheets
Maybach sittin’ behind the sheet yeah
Niggas I’ve up been in the Chi kill for me yeah
Niggas on the Larry Hoover still love me yeah
A couple drug lovers I call ’em pills baby
‘Cause you got a gun bitch you still scary
Ain’t win yet, don’t put me in that jam nigga
Ain’t sayin’ shit, my young niggas go ham nigga
K round stick, and we on whoever wherever anybody can get it, I’m with it yeah yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I’m gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told ’em I’m the one nigga

Lil Durk – Young Niggas Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Meek, what up bro?
L

[Verse 1: Meek Mill & Lil Durk]
Niggas sellin’ re-rock
I can hear the Federales tryna eavesdrop
100 bands in the sneak box
I make a bad bitch turn into a freak thot
Lately I’ve been rollin’ out in Cali with my nigga YG and he a treetop (he a treetop yeah)
On my way to link up at Chicago with my nigga Durk and get the 30 threeshot (get the 30 threeshot yeah)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told them I’m the one nigga

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
My young niggas they so with it
Big bag they go get it
Get the drop, that’s game time
Get rolled on, you don’t roll with us
I don’t know niggas, I don’t owe niggas
Don’t talk money, I choke niggas
Don’t talk verses, I live that
You talk work, get kidnapped like Ye’
We ain’t got no love for that other side, no way
Young niggas a sweep your whole mother side with that K
30 shots on 30 shots, we run up on you broad day
Lawyer money on lawyer money, my young niggas okay
Ay, in the clip goin’ A
Extendos in my bape
Stars all on my roof
Hit the hood in that Wraith
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round in my city
Got that 30 round, 30 round and that semi yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told them I’m the one nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Free 9, shoot niggas on free time
Pussy niggas better rewind
Back it up don’t say it again
Gang shit, we play to win
Play for keeps, Ikey hoppin’ up out the jeep
You ain’t knock him up out the sheets
Maybach sittin’ behind the sheet yeah
Niggas I’ve been in the Chi kill for me yeah
Niggas on the Larry Hoover still love me yeah
A couple drug lovers I call ’em pills baby
‘Cause you got a gun bitch you still scary
Anywhere yet don’t put me in that jam nigga
Ain’t sayin’ shit, my young niggas go ham nigga
Came ’round stick, and we on whoever whatever anybody can get it, I’m with it yeah yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I’m just rollin’ ’round, I’m rollin’ ’round my city
That boss talk, that dog talk my young niggas so with it
And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
‘Cause I do it for the young niggas
I gettin’ money with my young niggas
I’m toting guns with my young niggas
And I told them I’m the one nigga

Tiny C Style – Black Ice

Black out on a nigga and give him the whole thang
City under siege, cold world and a dirty game
I needed green, that was the reason I sold ‘cane
I switch lanes, forever moving, ain’t shit changed
The bitch pussy good, got my high like an airplane
Well off, to the motherfucking Jets mane
My flow futuristic, just like the Jetson’s
I ain’t platinum yet, but believe me I’m on my way
Like a nigga on the chain who got less than 30 days
Got a play to make a hundred in less than 30 days
Repeat it 12 times, that’s 1.2
Tuck a mill away, and then go invest the two
Keep in mind businesses, between no debt due
On the road to success, hot pursuit of the loot
Stand for something, don’t fall for anything, was taught as a youth
This message is being brought to you, by a young OG
I’m certified out the LBC
Tryna touch what I never touched, see what I never seen
My niggas flockin’, moving work just to get the green
Multi before I die, long as YG

[Outro]
Back like I never left
Well off G’s
JLR niggas
Yeah
Tryna touch what I never touched, see what I never seen
I’m tryna touch what I never touched, see what I never seen
Multi before I die
Yeah