Daily Archives: August 24, 2017

Katy Perry – Swish Swish (feat. Nicki Minaj)

Another one in the casket
Young Money
[Refrain]
I only rock with Queens, so I’m makin’ hits with Katy
Your game is tired
Swish, swish, bish
But they don’t know what is what
Another one in the casket
What the fuck?
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
[Verse 2: Katy Perry]
But they don’t know what is what
Damn, man, this bitch is a Stan
Another one in the basket

Funny my name keeps comin’ outcho mouth
But my shooters’ll make ’em dance like dubstep
So keep calm, honey, I’ma stick around

And I’m a courtside killer queen
Swish, swish, bish
Lay ’em up like
Don’t need opinions
Silly rap beefs just get me more checks
Mirror mirror who’s the fairest bitch in all the land?
From a shellfish or a sheep
But they don’t know what is what

Muah, muah, the generous queen will kiss a fan
[Verse 1: Katy Perry]
Don’t be tryna double back
Another one in the casket

For more than a minute, get used to it
I got your number
Lay ’em up like

They just know what is what
For more than a minute, get used to it
I’ma tell my —– Biggz, yeah that’s tha guy
What the…
Get my pimp cup, this is pimp shit, baby
‘Cause I stay winning
Do they know?
Me and my amigos (no, not Offset)
But they don’t know what is what
They know what is what
Another one in the basket
‘Cause I stay winning
I already despise you
[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
Can’t touch this

Another one in the basket

They just know what is what
Don’t you come for me
You should retire
She keeps receipts
Ran? When? Nicki gettin’ tan

Ass goodbye, I’ma be riding by
[Chorus: Katy Perry]
They know what is what

And you will kiss the ring
Another one in the basket
Hahaha, yo
You’re ’bout cute as
They just strut
[Refrain]
An old coupon expired
But they don’t know what is what
Couldn’t even disguise you
Can’t touch this
So keep calm, honey, I’ma stick around
A star’s a star, da ha da ha
You best believe
Swish swish, aww I got them upset
They just know what is what
Can’t touch this
Pink Ferragamo sliders on deck
Another one in the casket
[Chorus: Katy Perry]
All that fake love you showin’
But they don’t know what is what
My life is a movie, I’m never off set
No, not today

Swish, swish, aww, my haters is obsessed
[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
But they don’t know what is what
Funny my name keeps comin’ outcho mouth

‘Cause you’re a joker
You’re calculated
What the fuck?
They just strut
They just know what is what
[Refrain]

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
‘Cause I make M’s, they get much less
Swish, swish, bish
A tiger
Swish, swish, bish
They just strut
And karma’s not a liar
They never thought the swish god would take it this far
Don’t lose no sleep
Can’t touch this
Katy Perry
They know what is what

Foo Fighters – The Sky Is A Neighborhood

Don’t look now

Gotta get to sleep somehow
Oh my dear
[Verse 3]
Don’t get lost
Bangin’ on the ceiling
Gotta get to sleep somehow
Maybe you should watch your step
Bangin’ on the ceiling
Heaven is a big bang now
The heart is a storybook
The sky is a neighborhood
[Chorus]
Heaven is a big bang now
[Outro]
The sky is a neighborhood
A star burned out
Oh my dear
All hope is gone
The sky is a neighborhood
Heaven is a big bang now
Oh my dear

Bangin’ on the ceiling

Trouble to the right and left
Heaven is a big bang now
A star burned out
Bangin’ on the ceiling
Don’t look now
The sky is a neighborhood
The sky is a neighborhood
Mind is a battlefield
Bangin’ on the ceiling

Bangin’ on the ceiling
The sky is a neighborhood

Bangin’ on the ceiling
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh my dear
Bangin’ on the ceiling
Keep it down
Gotta get to sleep somehow

Bangin’ on the ceiling
Keep it down

I’m a ticking bomb
Gotta get to sleep somehow
Gotta get to sleep somehow
(The sky is a neighborhood)
Bangin’ on the ceiling
Lights coming up ahead
Oh my dear
Bangin’ on the ceiling

Gotta get to sleep somehow

Oh my dear
Gotta get to sleep somehow

Keep it down
[Verse 2]
[Pre-Chorus]
Bangin’ on the ceiling
Heaven is a big bang now
[Chorus]
Keep it down
(The sky is a neighborhood)

The sky is a neighborhood

Keep it down
Don’t make a sound
Something coming up ahead
The heart is a storybook

[Chorus]

Bangin’ on the ceiling
Thoughts like a minefield
Whose side you’re on?
Bangin’ on the ceiling
The sky is a neighborhood
Keep it down
Keep it down
[Bridge]
So keep it down
Don’t get lost
Heaven is a big bang now
[Verse 1]
Oh my dear
Don’t look now
Heaven is a big bang now

Phoebe Bridgers – Motion Sickness

To see your hypnotherapist
There are no words in the English language
If I surrender to the sound

I’m on the outside looking through
And while you’re bleeding on your back in the glass
And I want to know what would happen

I faked it every time but that’s alright
I try to stay clean and live without
And sorry that it all went down like it did
I only went one time
But I will try to drown you out
And I miss you like a little kid
You said when you met me you were bored
You gave me fifteen hundred
I could scream to drown you out

Fell on hard times a year ago
And why do you sing with an English accent

And you you were in a band when I was born
I hardly feel anything at all
I have emotional motion sickness

I can hardly feel anything
You let it slide

Was hoping you would let it go and you did
Somebody roll the windows down
I have emotional motion sickness
I hate you for what you did
You’re throwing rocks around your room

You know I’m never gonna let you have it
I guess it’s too late to change it now
Somebody roll the windows down
Surrender to the sound
I have emotional motion sickness
I could scream to drown you out
You said when you met me you were bored
There are no words in the English language
I’ll be glad that I made it out

Tyler The Creator – Ziploc

With that tall pale boy that I met last year
Fell in, I ain’t like sports growing up, but now I’m ballin’
What’s the point of goin’ home when it ain’t nobody there?
20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds
You ain’t gotta like him and you ain’t gotta respect him
Them GOLF le FLEUR unos ’cause, we don’t do Puma, nah
But tripled in them ratings, TV channels still pay me tho, haha
And I pedal through the city with the wide frame steer
That think that they’re bench pressin’
Try to do this bitch in one take, or somethin’…
Young Teezy, it ain’t easy, feelin’ wheezy in this bitch
Grape, that’s what I call him, love, that’s what I fall in
New slaves got y’all niggas feelin’ breezy on the ship
Shout out Meek! Two niggas first week top 3!
What’s the point of bein’ rich when you wake up alone?
Feel like I got the best album out, uh
I am in my Ziploc, nigga
Fuck that, I grab my bike and phone home in the air
My shit leaked two weeks before that release date
For playin’ chess with these niggas

I guess I’m a late bloomer
Ayo, look, high tide bottoms ’cause the neck on lunar
P told me not to trip

Let me, let me hear that
[Verse]
And I can’t even get a song to play on the radio
[Intro]
First week, did dos, a thousand off, beat Meek
Pour a Fanta in your poison so its easier to sip, huh?
[Outro]
Leg day is getting skipped, guess who really runnin’ shit?
I know I got the best album out, preach

Phresher – Right Now (feat. Cardi B)

Man, they don’t think I don’t see you on some foggy shit
[Post-Chorus: PHresher]
Thinking I’ma chill, bitch, I still could get down
Got ’em fronting like it’s test day

[?]
I’m the man right now
You’re the man of the year
Got the plan right now
Ra-ra-rah, ra-ra-rah, right now (right now!)
You ain’t saying right now

Ba-ba-ba, hit her three time!
Fuck around, it’s been amazing
Ra-ra-rah, ra-ra-rah, right now (right now!)
Can’t land right now
Got the plan right now

All they do is recline
Got the plan right now

Got the plan right now
Sex sells amazing
[Post-Chorus: PHresher]
Yeah, they heard I got a deal
Got the plan right now
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Ra-ra-rah, ra-ra-rah, right now (right now!)

Got the plan right now
You were some man yesterday

Got the plan right now
Shit you was saying yesterday
[Refrain: PHresher]
Up, up, and away
Shorty get down and get low
I’m the man right now
Can’t land right now
Up, up, and away
[Post-Chorus: PHresher]
Can’t land right now
[Verse 1: PHresher]
You had a plan yesterday

[Chorus: PHresher]
[Refrain: PHresher]
Told that stupid bitch to pipe down

I might hit the bitch up right now
Got the plan right now
[Verse 3: Loso Loaded]
Pussy sweeter than a [?]

Up, up, and away
Yeah, that 4 train Bronx bound
[Chorus: PHresher]
Up, up, and away
I was just playing yesterday
The Patek on my wrist is some rocking shit
Throwing shade and talking that shit
Rolly where the wrist go
Ra-ra-rah, ra-ra-rah, right now (right now!)
Ra-ra-rah, ra-ra-rah, right now (right now!)
I was missing some spot so I’m polishing

You had a plan yesterday
Shit you was saying yesterday

Don’t do lean, don’t sip slow
I’m the man right now
Ra-ra-rah, ra-ra-rah, right now (right now!)

You ain’t saying right now
But my swag and my lingo, they copied it
If you catch that bitch, you better rewind
I’m about to go ball deep
Ra-ra-rah, ra-ra-rah, right now (right now!)
I’m the man right now
You were some man yesterday
Can’t land right now
Please do all of that when I’m around
Swift on demand
Run upon me, access denied
You ain’t saying right now
I was just playing yesterday
I’m the man of the decade
See you with the clean lines
I ain’t playing right now
[Chorus: PHresher]
I’m the man right now
I’m the man right now
P-H!
Up, up, and away

Got me dancing like disco
Doc said I need a neck brace
No DMX, no Sisqó
Got the plan right now
Cruising on you like Crisco
I ain’t playing right now
Right now
Ra-ra-rah, ra-ra-rah, right now (right now!)
Please do all of that in my town
Chains so damn heavy
Up, up, and away
Cooking my dinner [?]
Man, it’s too much deposits, can’t count the shit
You were some man yesterday
I ain’t playing right now
Ra-ra-rah, ra-ra-rah, right now (right now!)
Ra-ra-rah, ra-ra-rah, right now (right now!)
[Refrain: PHresher]
You had a plan yesterday
Shit you was saying yesterday
Ra-ra-rah, ra-ra-rah, right now (right now!)
I’m the man right now
Sent her back to the basement
Look, I hit them with the peace sign
Fuck around and did the X-ray
Catch me on the hive
Now I’m dripping so crazy, some fountain shit
Won’t hesitate to give a bitch bingo!
Can’t land right now
She like "go fast" "go slow"
On that five nine street time
Can’t even keep my neck straight

My niggas wavy and got heart, give u C Lines
Can’t land right now
Jig her out in the penthouse
I leave them on decline
Man, they don’t want me to buy they shit
I’m the man right now
I was just playing yesterday

[Intro]
Can’t see me on your best day
Ra-ra-rah, ra-ra-rah, right now (right now!)
I still go on the block, yeah, I’m proud of it
[Verse 2: Cardi B]
I’m the man right now

Leikeli47 – 2nd Fiddle

and futhermore where who is she?
did she come from?
least you could be man enough to
the way to mess up
so it’s time for me to back out
and i know it’s gonna hurt a little
you had me goin’ not even knowin
see i won’t be playin’ 2nd fiddle
Ain’t even tryin to hear "No baby
can’t believe that i was so dumb
your mouth
and i know it’t gonna hurt a little
i saw no signs come to find out
Found a way to twist this R’n’B singer
back out
To anyone on any day baby
see i won’t be playin’ 2nd fiddle
see i won’t be playin’ 2nd fiddle
for a while but i have to end it now
just like had a good thing but found
over you
see l won’t be playin’ 2nd fiddle
To anyone on any day baby
It’s nothing baby it’s nothing baby
‘Bout the other girl oh
To anyone on any day baby
To anyone on any day baby
‘fess up
better be glad i ain’t caught doing
for a whilebut l have to end it how
for a while but l have to end it now
and i know it’s gonna hurt a little
you already showed your hand and what you are about
and i know it’s gonna hurt a little
so baby i’m leavin oh oh
For a while but i have to end it now
To how you’ve been creepn’
You had me wrapped around your
let’s work it out"
miffle finger
’cause i don’t believe a word out of
but you ain’t really worth it no
she was there the whole time ooh ooh

BROCKHAMPTON – Sweet

But those same people assume, ’cause they’ll never know
(I guess) Shouldn’t your mama be done paying the house off?
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
I said they ain’t shot, third war
Twistin’ me up like licorice
I am one with the ebb and flow, that’s all I know
[Video Intro: Henock Sileshi, Kevin Abstract
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
They forgot what we on
Twistin’ me out like licorice
I offer my crossed empathy
Until you high as a plumber with race eyes, (chronic) doin’ weird shit
Often they say I’m off it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
Listening to NSYNC, saw my name on the CD
You could live in the street"
I’m Godzilla, when they see me they run
Call me the architect

Flashback, I had my Walkman in the minivan
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
[Verse 1: Matt Champion]
[Verse 4: Ameer Vann]
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?
Making em say ugh
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
Running a clinic

I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Don’t call me stupid, that ain’t the way my name pronounced
I’m scatterbrained, man
‘Cause it’s a dog-eat-dog world
Think I need someone who can handle it
(*Laughter*)
Twistin’ me up like licorice

It’s funny how things can change
Better offer the clone
And after high school, you better get a degree

Higher than Yosemite
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I got a record but I’m clean as they come

I love huskies but I feel like a wolf (howw!)
"You better get them grades up
Master with no limiting

(*Coughing*)
Think I need someone who can handle it
Think I need someone who can handle it
I used to write raps on the back of the bus
I need a honeybutter
Ah, damn that shit {bleep}
When I’m in the Whataburger
Bleach blond tips, wanted to be JT
One might say I was doomed from the get-go
Five hundred dollars on these dinners, never have to pay
Three hundred dollars to my name, left to Hollywood
[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]
Shouldn’t you have a real big-ass ego? (no)
Twistin’ me up like licorice
[Outro: Kevin Abstract]
Whatchu mean, you ain’t finding yourself? (oh, I am, I’m trying)
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ain’t no one claiming
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Vodka in an Sprite can
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
On 37th, used to run from the bloods

Hot diggity damn
Get the wing tings (yum)
The original lick-splickety
F***!
Growing up my teachers told me
(uh-huh) Shouldn’t your pockets be big just like a fat chick?
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
In your temple of authenticity
Watching the floor tip
Think I need someone who can handle it
They worshipping our force viciously
Everywhere I go is the woodlands
Stripped down to my skin and my bones
If you wanna finish high school

I need a honeybutter
The undercovers gotta duck when they come
Gotta cover your clams
[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Think I need someone who can handle it
I didn’t know it was gonna—hehe
Puttin’ lean in my Sprite can
No scans
I’ma be a pop star, they call me a thug
Yo mans
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
Like, this’ll make your bio-pic (haha)
Breaking the mold mentally
F***, s***!
Now I’m in the front seat shifting the gears
All the kids know who I am
Each line an ocean I can part it at
I moved out and in a couple of months
I was living off Ramen and change
And take another glance
[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
[Verse 5: JOBA]
Twistin’ me up like licorice
F***!
But that’s too deep
Broke-ass rich suburbs
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Twistin’ me out like licorice
Whatchu mean, it ain’t working? (what?)
Think I need someone who can handle it
[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
It’s all pertaining
Still gotta figure out exactly where to park it at
What it’s like to be called to what’s not set in stone
Everyone running scams
Shouldn’t these girls be flockin’ just like seagulls? (eh)

To plan
Poolside in Houston, tryna see if Beyonce will take me for adoption
Real quick bills still stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh)

Rile ’em up, hit Zaxby’s
This is Merlyn Wood, man
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
We just by the fountain
In a pack but I feel all alone
& Robert Ontenient]
Lap you in a UFO I haven’t started yet
Wanted to do big things, had to fulfill a dream
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
That’s a "Roberto"? Wait, what?
[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Whatchu mean, you ain’t got no cash? (I got a little bit)
Think I need someone who can handle it
Moses with the pen

Ah-ha-ha, I didn’t—ha-ha-ha, ah!
I’ll remind em with hostility
Don’t call me Cupid, I got too many hoes right now
I didn’t know it was gonna hit your dick
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Me llamo Roberto

BROCKHAMPTON – Follow

Now I’m in Trader Joes with Birkenstock of iPhone
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
[Verse 3: Matt Champion]
(where?) And Woody Harrelson.
Told my mama that I wanna be the bold man
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low

Like a motherfuckin’ ‘squito in the trough, bruh
Trusty press, wear the colors of the ocean
Will Ferrell and Woody Harrelson are-
Hit my line if you ever need an OZ
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
And I’m still really sad about my last chick
‘Cause I’m tired of these niggas sucking clout up
Have gassed-ass plans in the e-class

Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
And I’m still ’bout to cry outta both heads
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
Got older, goals changed, needed God’s plan
They looked old. He had a shaved head
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Don’t hit my line if you think you know the old me

What movie was he in? Well, yeah, he looks old.
I’m eating shrimp and lobster, sitting next to white folk
I got dirty money, minutes on my tracfone
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
[Verse 4: Merlyn Wood]
[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
Nineteen, I got my first boyfriend
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
They used to call me ugly, turned ’em into groupies now
Got older, got a chain, nigga, god-damn
And I’m still getting head on public transit
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low

When I walk, see the arrogance flushing (hello, hello, hello)
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Did the same shit that duffed Whitney Houston
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Nineteen, I almost signed to Def Jam
Twenty other goldfish with the bowl switched
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
I remember being younger watching Space Jam
My agent called said they want me in the movies now
I write my name, then I buy a Testarossa
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
I got on TV, then I turned into an asshole
[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
They was boostin’ while I’m slurping from my sippy cup (sippy cup)
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
I just bought a scale, now err’where a traphouse
Took it to myself like I hear my best friend (hello, hello, hello)

I know, isn’t that crazy?
Me Ilamo Roberto, y este es el primer single de Saturacíon tres
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone

Shit is gold and it hurt me when I walk man
Need blue jeans, pulling out the pocket fluff (the pocket fluff)
I kill my haters then I leave ’em for the vultures
And I ain’t got it but I just got my advance
[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
So I might cop it, yeah, nigga that’s my energy
They call me pretty, need to put me on the poster
I forget
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Bowl-cut or the mullet ’til I shaved it
God-damn, man, I think I need a therapist
‘Cause I ain’t selling dope or running with them bad folk
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
I saw Will Ferrell last night
Just in a restaurant, (what?) I was walking down the street on La Brea
And now you in Hollywood, baby
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Now I’m on Melrose, I’m ready for my closeup
Make the front page like Paris in the sex tape (oh)
I might tell these niggas that they ain’t no friends to me
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Barely late to my first date with my therapist
Where? (where?)
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Barely made it but I’m still here on my kickstand
Feel like a goldfish in the bowl with
Skeetin’ sad in my Supreme clothing
[Video Intro: Zack Beitel, Nick Guilmette, Romil Hemnani & Robert Ontenient]

Rob Markman – Stfu (feat. Young Lito)

Drop the dope in your speakers, then spin around on the re-up
Fuck outta here
Remember? We used to mob in parks
I want the top spot, fuck a runner up
[Chorus: Rob Markman]
I’m gettin’ paid in full, blow a stack, make it back
I’m ballin’ like a Rocket, you a fan so you watch it
I hate to brag, but the only time I paid for ass

Better slow your roll and use a Mase flow
The deck is stacked, shit, I had to face the facts
I sleep in this Ralph Lauren, you better lay low
And when I’m done, I’ma go and drop another one
And everything I spit flames, my bars is flammable
Just like strobe lights

There ain’t a rapper I can’t bar with
[Verse 1: Rob Markman]
And I’ma ride ’til the wheels break, if I ain’t got the steel
I knew how to make it but didn’t know I was the prophet
I sat, thought about it, fuck it, I don’t need ’em
Is when I copped your new shit, goddamn your tape is trash
[Chorus: Rob Markman]
I’m ready though
You know
My hits bang in your lobby…
Lito is the savior, hip-hop, I’m here to save ya
I was the nigga feelin’ cold on them warm nights
I make these devils skate without the Jason mask

Everybody love to talk when you comin’ up
Turn my music up high, then play it back
I want the top spot, fuck a runner up (it’s Lito)
Ain’t gotta wait to the song end to catch this fade though
This the shit right here that’s gon’ shut ’em up
And it’s the late show
Like your pockets, I do it ’cause I got it
They’ve been doubtin’ me my whole life
Diss me, you won’t get a reply either
Dodgin’ narcs, now just tryna shoot up the charts
Nah, know I’m lyin’, I’ma give that boy the ether
This next line murder, I don’t know that they ready yet
Gas, skate off and laugh just like Khalifa (hahaha)
Look at me king, you one-eyed jacks just make me laugh
I don’t need no lighter, I’m so fire
Strapped, we beyond fights
[Verse 2: Young Lito]

I still got ripped jeans, but it’s alright
So when you here the (money counter) you know I’m chasin’ cash
I don’t feel safe, I need a hundred mil’ in a steel safe
And this gon’ open up the market
[Verse 3: Rob Markman]
Okay, I’m glad that he said it then
Got killers on the payroll who move on the say-so
You see the jewels, threw stones at my messiah
Niggas adore my hustle but can’t knock it
And when I’m done, I’ma go and drop another one
When it’s beef, we suit up like it’s prom nights
This the shit right here that’s gon’ shut ’em up
They said I was a dreamer, prolly need a bunch of features
Eatin’ rappers, yeah, I’m a cannibal
Look, first off I’m a mothafuckin’ animal
Hov said, "Ain’t no compromise, this our shit" (Hovain, what up?)
But I don’t give a fuck, fuck if I’m offendin’ ’em
‘Cause I had ripped jeans and some torn Mikes
Wordplay fire, tell me who I gotta spar with
They make the chain brighter
I’m only here for the bags like shoppin’ carts
Everybody love to talk when you comin’ up
I’ma smooth put my feet up, after I beat the beat up

I got the juice when niggas run out, I’m like your neighbor
And known for movin’ ’round with weight just like a camel do
And split the cake in half, break it down, that’s basic math
And I ain’t with all the back and forth, I’m not Aaliyah
[Intro: Rob Markman]
The Ace is back, you jokers ain’t got the spades to match
Calico loaded, lean back without an eighth of Act
‘Cause these shits cost two grand, and that’s just light
I’m interviewin’ rappers that I know that I’m better than

Before I knew I was a genius, I was robbin’ marks

Lucki & Famous Dex – Relax

This is Chicago shit, know what I’m saying
Can’t fuck with niggas, they mildew
He got money but he broke
Went home, niggas still fu
Run up on him, rock him just like some tissues

Got [?] for the right price

[Lucki]
Diamonds colored like some cereal, huh
We came from nothing to something, know what I’m saying
[Dex]

Went from Inglewood to Hollywood, you know what the fuck we doing, yadigg
Bad bitch do the Cee Lo
Bitch, deal with your issue
My 30 on me, got the kick back
Run up on ’em, get your shit snatched
[Dex]
Uh what

Wait, sit back never relax

Bitches they all in they issues
Shooters all in the field too
[Lucki]
[Dex]
I want the money, I need more

Molly makes me popeye
Okay like, blue dream, white lies
Pour fours, need more
[Lucki]
Find that bitch just like Nemo
He love you, but he broke
Yuh
Pop 6, this feel new
She suck me on in the nighttime
(I got you lil bro)

Ohh, huh, uh, chh, huh
Dash money, ain’t shit new
Man like Fat Belly, I’m him too
[Dex]
I’m too high, wouldn’t diss you
[Lucki]
Huh, huh, uh Dexter, huh
Shooters on me, big mix match

This 50 shot, it’ll peel you
Bad bitch with a bright mind

Plug think I’m Deebo
[Intro: Famous Dex]
Diamonds colored like some cereal
Kick back, step, woo
Hang with the goons, I swear they gonna kill you
Leave her all in my rear view
VLONE, nighttime

Call [?] I’m in to
Bitches they all in they issues, huh
Know what I’m saying
That chick in my house like it’s Popeyes
Perc crazy, I’m Cee Lo
[Dex]
Huh, ooh, huh, what, huh
From trap where you stay in the trap time
Dash money, ain’t shit new

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – D.A.R.E. (feat. Young Dolph)

I know a killer, he kill niggas
[Chorus: A Boogie] x2
Face on the Rollie, it’s still, nigga
Instead of saying what I did, I just tell ’em I did not
Instead of talking about how much, I just talk about the shit I got
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
I cannot fuck with no weird niggas
Blue faces turn into red niggas
I got tricks with thotties
Dot on your nose, you a dead nigga
I dare a nigga
Blood on the money, don’t care, nigga

Nah, we don’t do no drive-bys over here, we walk up on you
Bitch, I’m a doctor, I got the medicine for you
All of my friends are zombies, ’cause I ain’t feeling nobody
Doctor said all this ice got me coming down with pnuemonia
You don’t gotta tell me you real, nigga
[Chorus: A Boogie] x2
You heard about it and you still with her

I gotta take off my pinky ring to fit my hand in my pocket
Look around, all I see dead niggas, yeah
She lick on the tip and I told that bitch, "copy"
Blue faces turn into red niggas
Look around, all I see dead niggas, yeah
I dare a nigga
Face on the Rollie, it’s still, nigga

Motherfuck a snitch, motherfuck the law
[Chorus: A Boogie] x2
Come take it off me, I dare a nigga
Look around, all I see dead niggas, yeah
Dot on your nose, you a dead nigga
Come take it off me, I dare a nigga
The type to introduce you to your bitch, then take her from you
I gave her the dick, now she feel better
Look around, all I see dead niggas
If it ain’t foreign and go 200, nigga, I don’t want it
I gave her the dick and she told everybody
I feel like you probably would still kiss her
Blue faces turn into red niggas
I cannot fuck with no weird niggas
Dot on your nose, you a dead nigga
That’s why these Cartier’s cost a thousand, so they can block ’em
Look around, all I see dead niggas
Look around, all I see dead niggas
This shiny piece of shit on my wrist, that’s another hundred
If it don’t come with two commas, nigga, I don’t want it
Go sell some dope, pimp a bitch, hit a lick or something
I make a lot
I dare a nigga
All of my brothers, my dogs
I cannot fuck with no weird niggas
I dare a nigga
Blood on the money, don’t care, nigga
[Verse 2: A Boogie]
I dare a nigga
I got a problem
Remember Grandma asked me, "boy, you must be rich or something"
I know they watching
I play the block
(Aye, aye!)
Bitch, you wyling
I know they don’t like it, so I’m gone keep on stunting
I know the difference, yeah, I know the difference
I got pink with Molly
Come take it off me, I dare a nigga
I dare a nigga
Hope that you planning on stopping
In Toronto, I love Ethiopians and Samolians
My niggas came from hustling
Face on the Rollie, it’s still, nigga
Blood on the money, don’t care, nigga

My niggas came up from nothing
All of my friends, they dead
They out of pocket

Mozzy – Mandated (feat. June) (1 Up Top Ahk Album)

I put the Benz up and hopped up in that under somethin’
My fingas twisted up, this who I do it for

[Chorus]
I witnessed many men run from the gang war
Momma devastated, but it come with the gang war
It’s well over 50K in the safe, niggas know that I’m straight
Them niggas know that I’m straight
It’s slimy where I live ahky

Yeah, I ain’t worried bout nothin’
I put the Benz up and hopped up in that under somethin’
A real street niggas with gwala be gettin’ frowned upon

It ain’t addin’ up, you wasn’t down for long
One up top festivities
Niggas be outta pocket on them county phones
[Verse 1]
We used to train for it, I done finally come foreign
Let me see that money bad, you niggas countin’ wrong
It’s one up top up in this chop, don’t make us murder somethin’
You niggas know that I’m straight
[Chorus: June] 2x
Ain’t no lookin’ back baby, we goin’ straight for it
It’s one up top up in this chop, don’t make us murder somethin’
All that super sick shit’ll get you super soaked
When Snubbz come home, he don’t be out for long
Two, two tres be chewin’ through the load
[Verse 2]
Ganglang, gangland, gangland, gangland
It’s one up top up in this Glock, don’t make us murder somethin’
Ben Baller got the nigga Philthy chain water
Classification is top rank, I don’t take orders
Shooters on go, but why you ain’t go?
Payment plan for a couple months and then I paid for it
[Intro: Mozzy]
We ride around lookin, really tryna thunder somethin’
I prayed for it, it finally came, we on now
I stopped prayin’, started trappin, gave Jesus a break
It’s one up top up in this Glock, don’t make us murder somethin’
The leather Italian, I’m countin thousands in a UFO
I’m finna pull up on that fool and place the same order
We ride around lookin, really tryna thunder somethin’
Stopped prayin’, started trappin, gave Jesus a break
Disappointed by people that I once counted on
Took a step back and started fundin’ the gang war

[Outro: Mozzy]
Makin’ sure I make enough doughy that I can toy(?) around
Mad Max threw a couple of ’em, but what you throw?

Yeah, I ain’t worried bout nothin’
Mandated that you keep it on you
So many people suffer from gang wars, I’m made for it
It’s well over 50K in the safe

Mozzy – Like You Say You Do (1 Up Top Ahk Album)

You don’t love me like you say you do
[Intro: Mozzy]
Tell ’em ring the alarm, a Cali nigga in charge
I got shottas in my corner, they don’t play about me
Four finger banging, I’m from four park
Them better days never came when we prayed for ’em
Watch how they follow the route
And we gone make it happen, you know what your boy about
Jordan’s launching every month, I had to beg for ’em
You know I got it, I’m bagging up all this powder
Peanut butter couches in the foreign got me lounging
My younging gunning for nothing, little Uzzy need a name
Y’all don’t know nothing ’bout that gangster shit, ah
Be there in a hour
Banging B-Sunny, they tackled him on the yard
It’s traumatizing watching bullets penetrate a body
Purchase 20 P’s, all sour
I got shooters in my corner, they don’t play about me
Nah, you don’t love me like you say you do
Momma and poppa couldn’t save me when them niggas robbed me
We in this ancient Audi, it’s in Alicia name
Watch what you say about me
My gang started popping, ain’t no way I’m going to college
We don’t need a deal, niggas gucci over here
Getting to it for real
Pop a couple pills and then smoke ports

I’m 100 through and through, ain’t nothing new
Thinking ’bout this ‘Rarri, discussing with my accountant
Without a body, niggas treat you like you ain’t nobody
[Verse: Mozzy]
Inquired about his prices when I seen his aim
1750 on the counter
Anything can happen when shackled behind bars
A single body ain’t enough, gotta come anew
Now I’m up a couple hundred thousand
My mama looking at houses, told her to point ’em out
Cubicals in the air, cubicals in the charm
Nah, they don’t play about me
Nigga watch what you say about me
But this blammy I’m brandishing in them people’s name
Slither through the hood, I’m just browsing
When them suckers slid on me, nigga, fuck you do
And she still ain’t cop ’em, my grades started dropping
The oven on 450, keep the place warm
I promise it’s all there, you could count it
They chewing faces ’bout me
I never got an allowance

Mozzy – Take It Up With God (feat. Celly Ru) (1 Up Top Ahk Album)

We took them field trips for you, killa, we ain’t done yet
[Verse 1: Mozzy]
That’s a hell of a woman for real
Bang in peace Deezy, that’s my brother for real
If you could only see the pain in her eyes
Ya momma hardly smile since she lost her child
Niggas died behind the steel, feeling helpless
That’s on my Uncle Trevor
She couldn’t even view ya body without fallin’ out
They ain’t fuckin’ wit, so I ain’t fuckin’ wit em
They say I’m fuckin’ wit some other niggas

If you could only see the pain in her eyes
Bangin’ the same gang her son died for
[Chorus] 2x
You gotta take it up with God
Momma Tony know I love her for real
Cuz he ain’t comin’ back
Cuz he ain’t comin’ back
[Chorus: Mozzy] 2x
Cuz he ain’t comin’ back
Wish y’all was here now that niggas is on
She be tellin’ me funny shit I didn’t know about you
The hood lightweight fallin’ off

She can only hear ya voice is what she once said
She just started crying, she cried and she cried
With ya brother, stomped the same puddles in the gutter
You livin’ through me, it’s unconditional, nothin’ less
Represent this Mays block shit forever
I don’t feel no better, slidin’ with his facials on my sweater
Conversatin with the clouds like, "imma hold you down"
I ain’t trippin’, fuck it nigga
[Verse 3: Mozzy]
If you could only see the pain in her eyes
[Verse 2: Celly Ru]
I hugged my nigga momma when he died
You gotta take it up with God
I dropped a few tears and I couldn’t help it

Had to sit and watch her suffer for real
You done been there before
She like my momma for real
Since you passed, I ain’t had no one to call
[Chorus: Mozzy] 2x
I hugged my nigga momma when he died
Momma Red sick, that shit took her through hell
Wish I had the chance to tell bruh I love him
Can’t even count how many niggas is gone

They ain’t fuckin’ wit ya nigga
I ain’t switchin’, not at all
Deray laid bleedin’, I remember the smell
Shit come with the field
Try to sympathize, but never understand a mother’s pain
You don’t hear me though
Somebody gotta feel what I feel
And every time I hit her line we just talk about you
She just started crying, she cried and she cried
I hugged my nigga momma when he died
Shed tears for Lil Diamond in jail
You my circle within a circle, a subset
You could never understand the way my youngin raised
You gotta take it up with God
Put that on my dead son bruh, I got her, it’s forever
So we pay for the funeral then we slide for him
She just started crying, she cried and she cried

My lil brother passed, I held his momma
The good die young, shit I can only vouch

Mozzy – Sleep Walkin (1 Up Top Ahk Album)

Pour a four of wocky, vision cloudy, sleep walkin’
[Verse 2]
Bust it down and deviate it, everybody seeing paper
Ay, we done came a long way, traveled down the wrong way
Boogers clutter both chains, Euros hugging both lanes
Plus I’m in and out of family court for Dooters, shit was brazy
Hang out on the porch with yay, out on bail, forced to pray

Mozzy Shawn callin from the bounty, "what you facing, nigga?"
I just want to see you make it, incubator 80’s baby
Thankful for the big homie, coached me through the dope game
I was moving mainey every daily, on my baby, nigga
Shoot you if you if you make me, nigga, E we finally made it nigga!
They ain’t find no shell cases, thankful for the cold case
One up top ahky, something stocky in the choppy
I been feeling smothered lately, blood called me for the yankee
[Chorus] 2x
[Chorus] 2x
Caught up in this style of living, couldn’t if I want to change
Thank you for this 100K, thank you for my girly face
[Verse 1]
Thankful for the prostitutes, assuming that we soulmates
Helped them niggas get them chains and showed the hood a different way
I miss my brother Deezy, only if those bullets grazed him
Affidavits and them statements, waiting game, so I waited
Family of a murder victim, only reason you should hate me
Pour a four of wocky, vision cloudy, sleep walkin’
Pour a four of wocky, vision cloudy sleep walkin’
He ain’t even call to thank me for that put on I just gave him

Pour a four of wocky, vision cloudy sleep walkin’

Fat wally for bradaski, off a Oxy bet he mop ’em
Call me when you need me, y’all forever in my favor nigga
Wasn’t no hatred in my heart until that happened, that’s what changed me
The numbers double up when niggas labeled gang related
Trapped inside a world of pain, I trapped for every quarter gained
All them trials and tribulations, bail enhancements and arraignments
One up top ahky, something stocky in the choppy
Child Protective Services, only thing can break me
Shout out to the Asian boys, I love you for them k-da’s nigga
I don’t do this shit for fame, bitch, I do this shit for gang
Gave them niggas sticks to bang Since when did I go against the grain?
Fat wally for bradaski, off a Oxy bet he mop ’em
My last trip to Quinten for that yicki really saved me
God is good, God is great, I thank you for another day
I was too broke to ever visualize the world this way