Zedd & Liam Payne – Get Low (Infrared)



get looow, get looow
Hands on your waist, let’s go
get looow, get looow
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb. I’m right here, you know, when your waves explode
Let’s skip the undertone
Know that you’ve been broken
Know that you’ve been hoping
Swimming in your ocean
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Your new life is floating
The stars are made to shine
Reach up and make a wish
It’s a beautiful time, I hope you take a glimpse
With a sound of love is blowing crazy in the wind
You don’t have to pretend
I don’t care where you’ve been. (x2)
I like the way you take me there
I like the way you touch yourself
Don’t hold back, I want back
When the water come down, I’ma get in that. get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
get low, get low
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb. (x2)
I like the way you take me there
I like the way you touch yourself
Don’t hold back, I want back
When the water come down, I’ma get in that. Don’t care if you’re too loud, sexy, I want you now
Bet I could take you there
Whisper it in your ear
What do you wanna feel? Let’s just enjoy the thrill
I’ll take a breath of will, and give you the touch you’re missinggg. (x2)
Beautiful as you are, I wanna light up your dark
Maybe you don’t believe in me, it’s hard to know what you see of me
Don’t be quick to say no
My chest is your pillow
Come out of the shadows
I know that you’re fragile. Let’s just enjoy the thrill
I’ll take a breath of will, and give you the touch you’re missing. get looow, get looow
Hands on your waist, let’s go
get looow, get looow
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb. Shake too low
But that don’t mean much
Sensitive tough, you don’t get enough
I’ve been drowning in your, lost in the rush
Faded you’re stuck, I help you up.(get low)
Don’t care if you’re too loud, sexy, I want you now
Bet I could take you there
Whisper it in your ear
What do you wanna feel? get looow, get looow
Hands on your waist, let’s go
get looow, get looow
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
get loooww get looow, get looow
Hands on your waist, let’s go
get looow, get looow
Girl you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb.



Zombie Juice – Lava



[Verse 1]
I don’t give a fuck bruh (I don’t give a fuck)
All my niggas dirty, see a nigga cutthroat
It’s Like 2:30, call the [?] up
The most upmost, I’m getting head from the front doe
Front fo’ nigga right here at your front door
Oh no, rhymes pass ya like Rondo
Switch the flow, can you hear me like some old phones
[?] anything getting money ’til the Feds roll
Real shit nigga, all I do is eat foes
Slammin’ on niggas like [?] from the free throw
Flatbush born dead, nigga I’m a hero
And oh yeah hoes, man I got like zero
Tolerance for bullshit or ego
Took enough acid and I’m feeling like Neo
Niggas took my style, man I’m feeling kinda geeked though
Swag champ ’cause a nigga [?]
Peep though, progression at its finest
Treat you so good cause you’re only what you’re [?]
[?] they see through your [?]
Your iris, your eyelash, your eyes can’t define it
They hear when they want ya
Fear what they told ya
Reprogram yourself or I fear for your health
Program inhibition, I’m willing to ride
Few grams back-to-back let that sync in your mind
Rhyme right, rhyme tight, should’ve been signed twice
If this the outcome, I’m waiting on my next life
Roll the dice, motherfucker get your shit straight
Been great, flipping weight call me Triple H, yeah
Zombies we the shit man ya
Zombies we the clique man ya
Palm trees like a birthday
Ain’t nothing like the first day

[Hook]
Ain’t nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste
Know a nigga on a run on my worst day
See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, yeah the hearse way
Ain’t nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste
Know a nigga on a run on my worst day
See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, on the first day
[Verse 2: ZOMBiE Juice ]
Back to take the game, got my ice on brr
Back the fuck up, get the Juice in here
You can’t compare, living like this can’t be real
[?]
All red looking like the prince is near
And the bitch with me looking like the baddest here
High as us, throw ’em off like a chandelier
Back-to-back smoking like I can’t be here
Yeah, back against the wall, me against the world
Battle to be fought, trying to hit the floor
Trying to hit the show, never let the [?]
Hating on the boy, get up in the [?]
Straight up out the morgue
[?]
God damn, load the clips and [?]
Run up in the crib dog, feeling like bruh man
Coachella overseas feeling like Summer Jam
Master P all about it [?]
Had to cut ’em off, [?] off me
Blowing in the wind on my RZA shit you can’t find me
Anyway the wind blows, Bohemian rap flows
These new niggas just hoe, like Jay-Z I change flows
Sherm tastes like mango
Dope-in-the-vein flow
Coke-colored Kangol
Your main bitch, she get low
Out of site, out of mind
Niggas running out of time so they [?]

[Hook]
Ain’t nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste
Know a nigga on a run on my worst day
See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, yeah the hearse way
Ain’t nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste
Know a nigga on a run on my worst day
See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, on the first day



Jacob Sartorius – Hit Me Back (feat. Blackbear)



Hit you all day, but you never hit me back

[Outro: Jacob Sartorius, (blackbear) & Both]
(Why you never hit me back?)
What’s up with that? (Hey, aw, yeah)
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
(Why you never hit me back?)
What’s up with that? Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
[Verse 3: blackbear]
I had you YSL from head to toe
VVS rings to let you know
If you love me, then where’d you go? What’s up with that? Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
What’s up with that? FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
What’s up with that? Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
[Verse 2: Jacob Sartorius]
You never hit me Monday
Took you on a date on Tuesday
We were in love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
Where’d you go Sunday? Me back, me back, hit me, hit me)
What’s up with that? (Why you never hit me back?)
What’s up with that? [Verse 1: Jacob Sartorius]
Ay, been waiting ’round all summer
Seen you posting pics and it’s been such a bummer, ay
Since we got outta class, gave you my number
Supposed to hit me back
[Pre-Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
So now I can’t afford to
Miss you when it’s gorgeous outside
[Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
What’s up with that? [Pre-Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
So now I can’t afford to
Miss you when it’s gorgeous outside
[Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
What’s up with that? FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
What’s up with that? Hit you all day, but you never hit me back I swooped you up in that big white ghost
I’m with Jacob, girl, so you know
We finna take over the whole world
[Chorus: Jacob Sartorius, (blackbear) & Both]
What’s up with that? Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
What’s up with that? Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
(Why you never hit me back? FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
(You never hit me back)
What’s up with that? The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad? The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad? The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad? What’s up with that?



Kid Ink – Mochi



We been here spendin’ lunch money
Gon head, drop it down for me
And I’ma drum it, drum it, drum it, drum it
Streets on lock
Keys on drop
I share that piece of pie
But please don’t drop (Run)
Streets so cold
N!gga might need my coat
Walk in like fee fi foe
I don’t even see my folks
[Outro]
What these niggas really wan’t from me
Aight Swear they wanna feel the drumma drumma drummin
What these bitches really want from me? Hatin’ niggas oughta run from me
Why they always tryna come for me? Swear they wanna feel the drumma drumma drummin
What these bitches really want from me? [Chorus]
What you really, really want from me? We been here spendin’ lunch money
Gon head, drop it down for me
And I’ma drum it, drum it, drum it, drum it
Streets on lock
Keys on drop
I share that piece of pie
But please don’t drop (Run)
Streets so cold
N!gga might need my coat
Walk in like fee fi foe
I don’t even see my folks
[Verse 1]
Oh, what you lookin’ at me for? Hatin’ niggas oughta run from me
Why they always tryna come for me? Hatin’ niggas oughta run from me
Why they always tryna come for me? Blowin’ on this C4
Bust a swisher like a freak hoe
Just leveled up with my cheat code
Ball hard on my leash
Dog niggas off leashes
Champagne gotta leave
Just tell me jump and I’ll leap it
It’s karaoke, lip synchin’
After that she Listerinin’
They just gave me a check tonight
I can handle any misdemeanor
Knock, knock, fuck your subpoena
Pourin’ up, no Cold Medina
Cold niggas, flow fever
Turn a 911 to a 4 seater

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ll hold it down for my niggas
Give ’em a pound and we twistin’
Snakes in the grass, hear ’em hissin’
They livin’ lies and I’m a livin’ legend
[Chorus]
What you really, really want from me? We been here spendin’ lunch money
Gon head, drop it down for me
And I’ma drum it, drum it, drum it, drum it
Streets on lock
Keys on drop
I share that piece of pie
But please don’t drop (Run)
Streets so cold
N!gga might need my coat
Walk in like fee fi foe
I don’t even see my folks
[Verse 2]
You know a nigga stay blunted, blunted
And the city tatted on my stomach, dummies
Said soon as niggas start actin’ funny
Throw two’s up, Bugs Bunny Bunny
Girl, choose up and throw that cunty cunty
I ain’t even seen that shit comin’
Ass out like a plumber, plumber
Drop down and make that shit plummet
Pay me somethin’ or just leave me alone
Money gettin’ real Nia Long
Ever since shit start goin’ right
I got a real hard time bein’ wrong
Niggas say they got a major key
Still ain’t even got a key to home
Homies keep on tellin’ me to stop
Playin’ with ’em, I’ma keep it goin’

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ll hold it down for my niggas
Give ’em a pound and we twistin’
Snakes in the grass, hear ’em hissin’
They livin’ lies and I’m a livin’ legend
[Chorus]
What you really, really want from me? Swear they wanna feel the drumma drumma drummin
What these bitches really want from me?



Troy Ave – On My Birthday



[Intro]
Ay who celebratin a birthday? A one two, a one two
Countin millions
Not bad for a nigga from the mud
I’m a pretty rich thug
Word
[Hook] x2
On my birthday looking like I hit the lotto
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
God is great and the paper straight
If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate
[Verse 1]
Troy Ave the wave, all these niggas shores
Biting styles, flows all across the board
Why I can’t find friends like me Lord? Genuine love, loyal like a dog
I ain’t got a roof on a few Vs
I ain’t got no loot, spent it on a few keys
Real dealers know work worth more than cash
300K for Coke, 400 bagged
Traffic out of state for the bigger flip
In a small town buyin bigger clips
Runnin down on niggas with a fuckin 30
Make sure they feel it, ya fuckin heard me
Blowin on these (ballies?), headin out the door
Before I leave baby ask me what you tryna know
My favourite thing is dough, favourite word is "no"
Favourite colour white, it represent the blow

[Hook] x2
On my birthday lookin like I hit the lotto
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
God is great and the paper straight
If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate
[Verse 2]
Dope Boy Troy a real gun clapper
Don’t ask me bout no bum rappers
I only listen to my heart and my intuition
I’m only hearin valid shit, I ain’t on no fiction
Getting women like ya boy gofer
Then I drive em crazy so I’m wearin loafers
My newest boo like to wear a lot of Fendi
She like the Grand Marnier that I mix with Henny
Legs match the ass she for real thick
Hoppin out my whip, hoppin on my dick
Ride for me baby, ride til you cum
Don’t stop when you tired, stop when I’m done
Versace sweatsuit on me it’s velour
I ain’t sweatin though, I’m finessin boy
Fuckin with some gangsta shit the long way
All about the money like my song say
[Hook] x2
On my birthday looking like I hit the lotto
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
God is great and the paper straight
If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

[Verse 3]
Big bread and the big heart in my chest
My pop gone now I’m shootin like Russell West
Guarantee I’m scorin, young nigga ballin
You’ll hear about it one of these mornings
And ain’t no real niggas mournin
Let one come see me even when I’m tourin
Ain’t the first time, I been through it often
Immersed in the shine, still issue coffins
Troy Ave…



Coldplay – A L I E N S



[Verse 1]
We were just about to lose our home
Diamonds ate the radio
Moving in the dead of night
We took photographs just some just so
History has some to know
We were moving at the speed of flight
[Pre-Chorus]
Kids cry
If you want to
That’s alright
If you want to
Hold me
Hold me tight
[Chorus]
Just an alien
[Verse 2]
We were hovering without a home
Millions are UFO
Hovering in hope some scope tonight
Sees the light and says
[Pre-Chorus]
Fly if you want to
That’s alright
But if you want to
Call me
Call this line
[Chorus]
Just an alien
Just an alien
Oh, we just want to get home again
[Bridge]
Tell your leader
Sir or ma’am
We come in peace
We mean no harm
Somewhere out there
In the unknown
All the E.T.’s are phoning home
Watching my life
On the skyline
Crossing your eyes
For a lifetime
[Chorus]
Just an alien
Moving target
Target movement
A patch, a corner
Of the spacetime
Just an alien
Turning toward it
Turning pages
Over Asia
Crossing ages
Just an alien
Oh, we just want to get home again



Juicy J – No Look



[Intro]
Ay man, I’ma tell you some real shit
Niggas love ratchet pussy
I’m tellin’ you man
Niggas don’t be wantin’ no good shit man
They like to chase these hoes, spend they money and shit
[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books
[Verse 1]
Me and Pat started in the trap
Showed my niggas how to rap
We was in the studio e’rryday gettin’ to it, e’rrbody had them a strap
E’rrbody had them a zip
I was gettin’ top in the whip
Butt naked hoes everywhere do a line of that shit now them hoes wanna strip
Used to keep 50 in the clip
Now I get 50 just to sit up in the VIP
Bitch I don’t want no lip
‘less you finna put it on the tip
I can’t find this paper in a book
I get chose by hoes, one look
I get chose, I ain’t even been around
That’s what we call no look

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books
[Verse 2]
Bankroll lookin’ like a Bible
I be lookin’ like a nigga idol everyday
Can’t ride my wave like a tidal
Flooded out the Rolly, put the diamonds in the face
No look call me CP
Bitch on me like a glove no GP, (whoa)
She gon’ show me love off the [?] (smash)
Played that ho like a motherfuckin’ CD
Niggas wanna be me
Then they find out this pimpin’ ain’t easy
Shoes on 4G’s, no 4LTE I’m blessed not holy
I can’t trust these bitch ass niggas that be workin’ with the police
Shorty come get these nuts in your mouth, then you ride like a pony

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books



21 Savage – Famous (Issa Album)



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 [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’?



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)



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 [Intro: Pharrell Williams & French Montana]
Montana
I be like, nice P, you know
What up P?