Machine Gun Kelly – Live Fast Die Young lyrics

Yeah
Get the fuck out my face
I cannot feel my face
I don’t want time, just face
Put it all on her face
Get the fuck out my face
I cannot feel my face
I don’t want time, just face
Put it all on her face
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
I been getting lit
Since eleven years old, bitch
Go ahead, call the cops
I’m on the roof, in my fucking socks
I got a bitch in a halter top
Don’t give a fuck if it’s dark or not
Bounce back, ass all on me crazy (yeah, yeah)
Smack that, five rings on like Brady (yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up to the red carpet
Drugs in every single pocket (uh)
Get the fuck out my face
I cannot feel my face
I don’t want time, just face
Put it all on her face
Get the fuck out my face
I cannot feel my face
I don’t want time, just face
Put it all on her face
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
I ain’t gonna stop getting high
I ain’t gonna stop getting high
I ain’t never even goin’ try
Even though I almost died
But I didn’t, I am alive (ha)
I ain’t gonna stop getting high
I ain’t gonna stop getting high
I ain’t never even goin’ try
I ain’t even gonna front
Hurry up and pass the blunt, gun
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, live fast die young
Get the fuck out of my face! Yeah head on no backin’ down
Can’t play around
Did a lot of shit in my past
Fuck that, look at me now
Head on no backin’ down
No playin’ around
Did a lot of shit in my past
Fuck that, look at me now
It’s been a long time coming now
Fuck that, look at me now
It’s been a long time coming now
It’s been a long time coming now
It’s been a long time coming now
Fuck that, look at me now
I wear the crown

Machine Gun Kelly – Get The Broom lyrics

Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Okay, let’s get it
Picked up where I left off, four-three-two-one lift off (yeah)
Once you get the broom, I have to beat a bitch off (whoa)
People get so crazy when you’re rich or famous (ay)
But I ain’t no jackpot hoe, and this ain’t Vegas
Ay, don’t be asking questions about who I’m dating
Ay, even if I gotta girl she know I’m playing
Ay, smoke that tree like Willow, then moonwalk like Jaden
Ay, bossed up, got my gang rich, like this shit contagious
Ay, twisting up my fingers, no this ain’t sign language
That’s that gang shit, I was raised by that up the way shit
Earn my stripes, you know I spilled my blood all on the pavement
Knocked that man out, had to make a million dollar payment
Let’s get it
Picked up where I left off, four-three-two-one lift off (yeah)
Once you get the broom, I have to beat a bitch off (whoa)
People get so crazy when you’re rich or famous (ay)
But I ain’t no jackpot hoe, and this ain’t Vegas
Not at all, but the top floor, rented all
Hoes in hotels, and the hall
It’s like Odell, how I ball
Got the whole shell with the straw
Now my nose red from the raw
Mug shot, locked up abroad
Fuck the police and the dogs
Hold up
Break through rules ’cause y’all don’t own my life
Man, suck my dick
Cops so racist, thirteen years old, lost my boy, shed tears for him
Raised by wolves so when I’m nice you know that’s me in rare form
Used to ride that public transportation, now I’m airborne
I still ride or die for everybody that I care for
Let’s get it
Picked up where I left off, four-three-two-one lift off (yeah)
Once you get the broom, I have to beat a bitch off (whoa)
People get so crazy when you’re rich or famous (ay)
But I ain’t no jackpot hoe, and this ain’t Vegas (let’s get it)
Picked up where I left off, four-three-two-one lift off (yeah)
Once you get the broom, I have to beat a bitch off (whoa)
People get so crazy when you’re rich or famous (ay)
But I ain’t no jackpot hoe, and this ain’t Vegas

Machine Gun Kelly – Nylon lyrics

(who?)
You already know the answer
Top Gun, fuck ’em all (ayy)
Y’all got ulterior motives (motives)
My interior designer put them cameras all around
So let me find out you creeping, I come and split your shit like Moses
My exterior is frozen
I’m from Cleveland, we the coldest
So it’s no coincidence that when you try to take a pic, it’s too much ice for you to focus (ugh)
Riding shotty ’cause I got to roll this dope, it’s a fast road (skrrt)
(get off me)
She got body, she look like a centerfold and her ass swole (she got it, she got it, ayy), yeah
Feel like Gotti how I pull up on your block smoking Castro (skrrt)
Ayy, never hesitate to say it to your face, I’m a asshole (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Riding shotty ’cause I got to roll this dope, it’s a fast road (skrrt) So, you right
Yeah, Gunner
Ayy, ready to die
But I can’t I’m too alive
Should’ve killed me when they tried
Couldn’t see me in the skies
When you camouflaged, eating pad thai, hahaha
I don’t get regular high (nah)
I ain’t no regular guy (no)
I think I want the entire planet, you can keep the American Pie (hey)
And you know I never lie
I kept the same number (ahah)
So when you call me (what?)
I pick up and say, “fuck you” (damn)
And I say it to your face bitch, you can run and tell it to the clique (clique)
Two nines in the waist (ayy)
My gun and my dick
Watch, I put it in reverse
Put that pussy in a hearse
Watch me murder with a verse
Put these rappers in the dirt
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who the realest of ’em all?

Machine Gun Kelly – GTS lyrics

I ain’t taking calls, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I don’t speak at all, I be going through shit
Don’t say nothin’ to me, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I’ve been through so much that what I took is not enough
Okay, okay, wait, feel like Kevin Gates
Kick that ahh right in the face
Kick that shit like Johnny Cage
Stick this dick in your rib cage
Cleveland where the fuckin’ rage
Spit that shit that make you rage
I did acid everyday
I ain’t never been the same
Who the fuck, who the fuck stupid enough to think they can do something to us? You better be paying it up (ooh)
I ain’t taking calls, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I don’t speak at all, I be going through shit
Don’t say nothin’ to me, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I’ve been through so much that what I took is not enough
I ain’t taking calls, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I don’t speak at all, I be going through shit
Don’t say nothin’, to me I be going through shit (going through shit)
I’ve been through so much that what I took is not enough
Going through shit
Going through shit Tell me (who?)
Who the fuck, who the fuck, crazy enough to think they can light stadiums up like (you)
I just wanna know why every time I drop an album they be sleeping and I’m waking them up like (ooh)
Who the fuck, who fuck don’t respect? Huh, huh, huh, huh
Ayy
I ain’t taking calls, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I don’t speak at all, I be going through shit
Don’t say nothin’ to me, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I’ve been through so much that what I took is not enough
Ay, here’s a story, ’bout the time that I smoked
Everything in my inventory, for the glory
And the fact my past is gory, the boy met world like Cory (ay)
Real life, hit like Beckham, shitstorm looked like Maury
The boy lost like Dory, only one way that I’m performing (aye)
Pour it up, pour it up
Keep it coming, I need more of them
Pour it up, pour it up
Keep it coming ’til I’m throwing up
I don’t even go in public, without feeling like I should be on a substance
I’m in my room like a recluse
Look what the fuck you people made me do?

Machine Gun Kelly – Signs lyrics

You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life
[Outro: Hit-Boy]
Hit-Boy [Intro: Machine Gun Kelly, 24hrs & Hit-Boy]
Twentyfour
Hold up
Hit-Boy
[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top (whew)
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life
Ay, ay, ay
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
Kells! You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hold up
I don’t need, I don’t need love
I just need three in the tub (three)
Give me good weed and some rub, yeah
Scrape up em’ knees on the rug, yeah
Ain’t gone show you no love, no
You say my name you a dub, no
Picked her up from the islands
She say “Twenty you wildin’”
Ayy, stayed up, can’t sleep
Couple chickenheads it’s a eight piece
Girls in the cars all topless
Rock God I was born in a moshpit, ungh
[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life
[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Piped up and I can’t stop it
Bang twenty bitches and pop it
Record label thinks I’m crazy
Showed up with the thing, no safety
You can’t take me out the hood, don’t fake me
Hundred twenty air fee have AC
Hundred square feet to a hundred K fee
If you ain’t noticed I don’t give much of a fuck lately (ay!)
Don’t you ever try my life
VVS diamonds, my eyes
Brand new Range Rov’ black
She can’t never come back
[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life
Ay, ay, ay
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
Kells!

Machine Gun Kelly – Lately lyrics

I got out of there (I’m gone)
Have you ever had somebody try to take your life? Oh my god, Ronny
Lately, I been having crazy thoughts (yeah)
The way I’m living, shit get crazy dark
Tell me lately, why we barely talk (why?)
And you know I’m tryna change, but it’s very hard
Life’s been getting to me, I just started smoking squares (I’m stressed)
But they ain’t getting in my circle though, we still prepared (forreal)
I’m still dealing with some demons that ain’t really there
Grew up a screw-up, pierced my ear and dyed my fucking hair (like dad)
In 7th grade, I didn’t have a bed, I had to share (forreal)
The fuck you think I go so hard for? Find someone that finally love me, still I treat her like a hoe (that shit is fucked up)
Damn, it be the shit that they don’t know (that they don’t know)
I only smile in public just for show
I know they tried to warn me ’bout my dose
You know them kids be with the yay and now them kids be seeing ghosts
Lately, I been having crazy thoughts (yeah)
The way I’m living, shit get crazy dark (uh)
Tell me lately, why we barely talk (why?)
And you know I’m tryna change, but it’s very hard
Lately, I’ve been having crazy thoughts (yeah)
The way I’m living, shit get crazy dark (uh)
Tell me lately, why we barely talk (why?)
And you know I’m tryna change, but it’s very hard
Uh, ayy, yeah, them demons ain’t the only ones that’s up at night
Huh, yeah, ayy
Uh, ayy, yeah, them demons ain’t the only ones that’s up at night
It appears the mark of a human being
Or a demon’s, god save us
Demons ain’t the only ones that’s up at night
Lately, I been having crazy thoughts (yeah)
The way I’m living, shit get crazy dark (uh)
Tell me lately, why we barely talk (why?)
And you know I’m tryna change, but it’s very hard
Lately, I been having crazy thoughts (yeah)
The way I’m living, shit get crazy dark (uh)
Tell me lately, why we barely talk (why?)
And you know I’m tryna change, but it’s very hard (huh?)
Sometimes, I ain’t safe from myself when I stay up at night
Lately, I been having crazy thoughts (yeah)
The way I’m living, shit get crazy dark (uh)
Tell me lately, why we barely talk (why?)
And you know I’m tryna change, but it’s very hard (uh)
Lately, I’ve been having crazy thoughts (yeah)
The way I’m living, shit get crazy dark (uh)
Tell me lately, why we barely talk (why?)
And you know I’m tryna change, but it’s very hard
Look, I promised myself I ain’t never going home (not at all)
9 years old, my momma left me in the cold (god damn)
Ay, what do you think that type of shit do to your soul?

Zedd – Lost In Japan (Zedd Remix) Lyrics

I’m a couple hundred miles from Japan, and I
I was thinking I could fly to your hotel tonight
‘Cause I-I-I can’t get you off my mind
I can’t get you off my mind
Do you got plans tonight, baby? I was hoping I could get lost in your paradise
The only thing I’m thinking ’bout is you and I
And I-I-I can’t get you off my mind
Can’t get you off my mind
I can’t seem to get you off my mind, yeah
[Refrain]
Let’s get lost tonight (oh)
Let’s get lost tonight (oh)
Baby, you and
I can’t seem to get you off my mind
Let’s get lost tonight (oh)
Let’s get lost tonight (oh)
Baby, you and
I can’t seem to get you off my mind I was hoping I could get lost in your paradise
The only thing I’m thinking ’bout is you and I
‘Cause I-I-I can’t get you off my mind
Can’t get you off my mind
I can’t seem to get you off my mind
[Chorus]
Do you got plans tonight? I’m a couple hundred miles from Japan, and I
I was thinking I could fly to your hotel tonight
‘Cause I-I-I can’t get you off my mind
Can’t get you off my mind
Can’t get you off my mind (oh)
[Verse ]
All it’d take is one flight
We’d be in the same time zone
Looking through your timeline
Seeing all the rainbows, I
I got an idea
And I know that it sounds crazy
I just wanna see ya
Oh, I gotta ask
[Chorus]
Do you got plans tonight? I’m a couple hundred miles from Japan, and I
I was thinking I could fly to your hotel tonight
‘Cause I-I-I can’t get you off my mind
Can’t get you off my mind
Can’t get you off my mind
Do you got plans tonight? [Chorus]
Do you got plans tonight?

Young Thug – Climax Lyrics

Got it stacked up on the Seroquel
Bitch it’s pimpin’ can’t you tell? (yeah)
This shit look fishy, I don’t wanna see
Emergency, I’m tryna go to sleep
Money cut down a load of trees
Sauvage Dior, this ain’t no Creed
My dog got a deal, he back on the street
This bitch is so real, she as bad as can be
I had bitches around they was backstabbing me
I went straight to the racks like a hemi in me
Good energy, I invest in my queen
I can ride on this hoe like a new 12 speed
My bitch, bad, tragedy
Bitch, bad, tragedy
[Chorus: Young Thug]
You said no interest (tsh-tsh-ah)
Said you found a better climax (tsh-tsh-ah)
You said he’s swagged out (tsh-tsh-ah), you leave (tsh-tsh-tsh)
It’s like a shot to the back (tsh-tsh-ah)
Through the nose of a barrel
You don’t want to go
(tsh-tsh-tsh, tsh-tsh)
But leave, like it’s nothing (tsh-tsh-ah)
You said no interest (tsh-tsh-ah)
Said you found a better climax (tsh-tsh-ah)
You said he’s swagged out (tsh-tsh-ah), you leave (tsh-tsh-tsh)
It’s like a shot to the back (tsh-tsh-ah)
Through the nose of a barrel
You don’t want to go
(tsh-tsh-tsh, tsh-tsh)
But leave, like it’s nothing
[Outro: Kodak Black]
I’m in London got my beat from London (yeah)
This is pimpin’, can’t you tell? (tell)
She like, “No I can’t what the hell?”(hell)
Well then pull up baby, in a spell
Came out new hair, new nails
She take my heart then drive back
One, two, three, four, five, damn (yeah)
Deletin’ pictures on the gram
You forgot who I am
From the frontseats to the nosebleeds
That’s for actin’ like you don’t know me
Damn, my new bitch, she a trophy
And she love me for the old me
Yeah, the cold me, yeah, the old me (old me, yeah)
She the homie, cop her a rollie (rollie, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
You said no interest (tsh-tsh-ah)
Said you found a better climax (tsh-tsh-ah)
You said he’s swagged out (tsh-tsh-ah), you leave (tsh-tsh-tsh)
It’s like a shot to the back (tsh-tsh-ah)
Through the nose of a barrel
You don’t want to go
(tsh-tsh-tsh, tsh-tsh)
But leave, like it’s nothing (tsh-tsh-ah)
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Hu-uh, hu-uh, she r-i-i-ide
She wanna ride, ooh-oh-oh
My shawty better than that
Can’t complain about nothin’ (can’t complain about nothin’!)
How the fuck am I ever gon’ go turn myself in? [Intro: Young Thug]
You said no interest (tsh-tsh-ah)
Said you found a better climax (tsh-tsh-ah)
You said he’s swagged out (tsh-tsh-ah), you leave (tsh-tsh-tsh)
It’s like a shot to the back (tsh-tsh-ah)
Through the nose of a barrel
You don’t want to go
(tsh-tsh-tsh, tsh-tsh)
But leave, like it’s nothing (tsh-tsh-ah)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
You said no interest, said you found a better climax
You said he’s swagged out, you leave
It’s like a shot to the back
Through the nose of a barrel
You don’t want to go
But leave, like it’s nothing (we got London On Da Track)
[Verse 1: 6LACK]
I just be watching my words (words)
You say whatever the fuck (fuck)
I think I take what I get (get)
And say whatever they love (love)
This might hurt for days
Now I can’t find my way (ay)
Sike, know I’m just playin’
Onto the next like I’m okay
Aye, this a pimpin’ can’t you tell?

Young Thug – Icey Lyrics

You can’t waste none of my time bitch
I’m up, I got way too many money
I’m up, you can ask my Mommy
Pourin’ up this dundee (pour up-up-up)
Put a ring ’round your finger, charisma (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I left twenty five thousand on your dresser (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told her ain’t this cool, on like Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dropped outta school then pulled up in a Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All my girlfriends are real done (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told ’em baby “don’t waste my time” (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put your ring on rocks, uh (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, I told the bitch I want icy teeth
[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces
[Verse 2]
Rag talk, oh, yeah, the first time I bought a watch, oh, yeah
Mad flossin’, oh, yeah, your nigga got mad sauce, oh, yeah
Spin the block, oh, yeah, the kids are dodgin’ shots, oh, yeah
Big dawg, oh, yeah, but they won’t let me take a fall, oh, yeah
Gucci socks, oh, yeah, Fendi watch, oh, yeah
Jimmy Choo heel, it’s her birthday, sendin’ shots, oh, yeah
Shawty sayin’ it’s her birthday, keep it on the rocks, oh, yeah
Audemar, oh, yeah, match the buss count, oh, yeah
[Bridge]
Yuh, la, la
It’s just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make ’em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah
[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces [Intro]
Yuh, la, la
It’s just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make ’em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah
[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh, oh, oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces
[Verse 1]
Twist up, backwoods, not no Swishers switch up
We get up, fuck her every fucking weekend
Catch up, Calamari then I want a cougar
Woah-woah, I’ma fuck her ’til she’s purple Hoover
What up?

Young Thug – Real in My Veins Lyrics

[Intro]
Tell that pussy nigga take a look at what they done created
Mario
[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chains
Remain the same, don’t change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
I’m just sayin’ tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they created
Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
Tell the cops they gon’ start chaos if they raid it
Commanding war, made somebody bleed
Now I ain’t worry ’bout you, gettin’ past these fuckin’ bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin’ ’bout the fuckin’ founder
Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ faded
Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin’ made it
[Verse 1]
Came from the ground to the top, uh
I’m ’bout to rob you some rocks, uh
I’m bout to set up a shop, uh
I’m bout to buy back the block, uh
I got respect for the ‘Wop, uh
First nigga gave me a knot, uh
I put some keys in the pot, uh
She got Versace on her crotch, uh
It’s purple, but this is not Watson, uh
I make that bitch squirt, it’s a thot, uh
I turn a lil bitch to a lot, uh
My watch on the floor, need a mop, uh
Rob Jack if he come out the box, uh
I got a tail on, it’s a fox, uh
I’m banging that fire, fox, uh
My bitch get wild, uh
Bloody cross on like a pastor
Cooking fish scale with no batter-er-er-er
Chains on me like Jerry Springer beezy
I repent for my sins everyday
[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chain’s
Remain the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
[Verse 2]
You keep playin’ and you get knocked off
I hate to say it but I’m ready for the pop off
Got lil’ mama outta drum talkin’ top throat
She said she ready, let’s get it I got combos
I’m talkin’ junk food, eat me up like mumbos
Beat it up, got me hoppin’ off the top rope
Beat it up, got me slidin’ off the sliding board
Leave it stuck, man lil shawty ain’t cleaned out tho’
I got my money up and I heard that you want some
Nigga moon walkin’, Michael Jackson moves
I got latitude, I got gratitude
And if you look up at the moon, you’ll see my attitude
[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chain’s
Remain the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
I’m just sayin’ tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they done creating
Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
Tell the cops they gon’ start chaos if they raid it
Commandin’ war, made somebody bleed
Now I ain’t worry ’bout you gettin’ past these fuckin’ bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin’ ’bout the fuckin’ founder
Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ faded
Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin’ made it

Young Thug – On the Rvn Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Skooly]
Yeah, I’m on the run
Here I come, I’m with your mom
We got London On Da Track
[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today (skrt)
Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today (aye)
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (bent)
Burberry guts what the captain say (Slatt)
Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today (woo!)
My new Balenciaga rags today (oh, damn, woo!)
[Post-Chorus]
Niggas might kill for biscuits
Trappin’ out the intercontinental (hey!)
Bitch can’t wait ’til my check clear
Bitch gon’ act like she triller (act like she triller)
Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
Nigga tryna pour my red
All a nigga know is take meds
Nigga, stop drinkin’ my red (woo!)
[Verse 1]
Slime all these niggas, I’m tired of trie
I just sit back and smoke out a pound of weed (smoke out)
I got rollies galore, ain’t no clowning me
I got woadies with me speaking Chinese (got woadies right now, now)
I get fed up and throw a catastrophe (fed up)
In the drop, me, my dog had ’em ten key (woo!)
Secret service, so everything is touchscreen
I had walked in the loft, didn’t insert a key (blast-off)
Hold up, pattycake, baguettes, the karats, no carrot cake (baguettes! Yeah, bitch)
For God’s sake, stack up your racks, put it all away (ooh, let’s go)
Polish your ass, polish your stomach
And polish your face (polish your face)
Stack up the cash, go buy Richard Mille, that’s all I can say (woo!)
Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta this and that
Whole lotta ain’t this (whole lotta, whole lotta)
Whole lotta cash over here, no whole lotta playing (oh, oh)
I spent your stash box on a little Mercedes
I popped at the last opp, and I end up escapin’
[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today (I just might hop inside a cab)
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today (Urus paper tag)
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (when I bend the corner, the rims)
Burberry guts what the captain say (woah-woah-woah-oh)
Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today (fuck ’round)
I just might do the whole dash today (hold up)
My new Balenciaga rags today (swoop)
[Post-Chorus]
Niggas might kill for biscuits
Trappin’ out the intercontinental
Bitch can’t wait ’til my check clear
Bitch gon’ act like she triller
Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
Nigga tryna pour my red (woah)
All a nigga know is take meds (woah)
Nigga, stop drinkin’ my red
[Verse 2]
I want the baddest señora, I’m ’bout to turn this bitch up (hoo!)
I just want to tell you she told you, yeah
She say she want it in her butt
I told that bitch bend it over (she want it in her butt!)
I’m a kingpin, yeah
Yeah, bitch, I got weight like a boulder (woah-woah-woah)
On the west coast with no spokes (nah)
You said that you riding (you said)
You said you in (yeah)
You sure stayed down (woah), now you in a Benz (woah)
This livelihood (lively), we living in (woah)
It’s all good in this life of sin (yeah)
I have a boatload of diamonds (diamonds)
When I get tired of this rhyming (woah-woah-woah)
I’m trying to kidnap your hotness (what?)
He bout to catch him a body (rrr!)
I stand the stick up on one feet (stand up!)
Bitch bout as tall as your body (woo!)
Don’t let it slide when you try me (woo!)
Ain’t no big gunnin’ around me (man)
Hop off the jet we was nine deep
It was a 16 passenger seat (16)
I like the way you been rhyming
One of one, no Siamese (one of one)
I got my card on file, Doctor Miami gon’ fix all my Chinese (one of one)
Fuck ’til our lights out on a jet, when we wake up, I think he was flying me there
The top of it’s brown (the top of it’s brown)
Yeah, the middle of it’s red (middle of it’s red)
Yeah, she nut by the round
They call it squirtin’ intead (let’s go)
Yeah, I like her for real (like her for real)
We skippin’ town from the feds (let’s go)
This codeine on chill (Act!)
She wet like a shower head (woo-hoo!)
Yeah, I came with the drill (I came with the drill)
I came with the powers and nails (powers and nails, woa-yeah)
I came with the deals (woah)
I came in with hoes like a sled (woa-yeah)
Yeah, a rich nigga tilt (woah)
I keep a Rolls Royce in this shit (keep Rolls Royce in this)
Yeah, I’m fuckin’ your nat (fuckin’ your nat)
‘Fore we done got to the bed (‘fore we done got to the bed)
[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent
Burberry guts what the captain say
Chanel, she can get a little today
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today
My new Balenciaga rags today
[Outro: Kodak Black]
I’m in London, got my beat from London

SoMo – Better Me Lyrics

Love me farther
Than you ever have before
Right
Swishes rolled tight
Are you stayin’ or what? You know I’m overplayin’ hide & see
And I’ve been workin’ on a better me
So say you wanna stay the night with me
I’m tryin’ to give you all the finest things
When I’m with you I see a better life
If I’m with you I’d be a better me
I sent you a flower
I’ll see you in about an hour
I know it takes you that long
To put a little make up on
Put that pretty dress on
Hop up in, let’s get goin’
Hit a little vroom, vroom, vroom
Out into the sun
I’m tryin’ to be romantic
Take you dancin’
Feel your hands out
On the floor
Will you love me harder? Do you want a little privacy? Or do you wanna run away with me? Or do you wanna run away with me? You know I’m overplayin’ hide & see
And I’ve been workin’ on a better me
So say you wanna stay the night with me
I’m tryin’ to give you all the finest things
When I’m with you I see a better life
If I’m with you I’d be a better me Said it all twice
I’ve been nothin’ but blunt
I just want you
You’re the one that I want
You say you know, oh
You say you know, oh
Fixed the roles right
I’ve been ready for love
Said it all twice
Think I’m burnin’ my tongue
I just want you
You’re the one that I want
You say you know, oh
You say you know, oh
Do you want a little privacy? Or do you wanna run away with me? Said it all twice
I’ve been nothin’ but blunt
I just want you
You’re the one that I want
You say you know, oh
You say you know, oh
Do you want a little privacy? Love me, love me no less, we’re a team
Take it all back to the scene, oh
Said you’d hold tight, where’d you go? You know I’m overplayin’ hide & see
And I’ve been workin’ on a better me
So say you wanna stay the night with me
I’m tryin’ to give you all the finest things
When I’m with you I see a better life
If I’m with you I’d be a better me
Saw you last night in my dreams
Would you say yes, be my Queen? I came off track, drivin’ home
I was, I was tied up, all alone
Then you called me on the phone
Swishes rolled tight
Are you stayin’ or what?

Lil Uzi Vert – Of Course Lyrics

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Big bad bitches (Lil Uzi)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I can’t flex no more gave my watch to my best friend
Got the shit you can’t afford, 100k right on my necklace
I be calling your bitch when I’m bored right after past-tense
I be drippin’ and swaggin’ of course
[Verse 1]
Aye, I put two in that four
Woah, I’m right here
I got opps from the 30 and I ain’t scared
Pulled up in a 30, they some squares
Got a Glock with a 30 and I ain’t scared
I’m not flexin’ on you baby it’s right here
Get a Glock and I pulled up to your trap
So let it ride off my dick like my coupe right here
Throw it up don’t be scared
I was throwin’ up and it was clear
I took too much molly I can’t hear
I fucked so many hoes, I had to go and just switch states
Raf Simons on my jeans but I’m still on my Rick stage
Sure your Rollie’s gold but it’s not no big face
Bitch you know I know where your bitch stay at I walk like a lick, aye
Got a big Glock on my hip aye that’s where the stick stay
[Chorus]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I can’t flex no more gave my watch to my best friend (Yeah)
Got the shit you can’t afford, 100k right on my necklace (Woah)
I be calling your bitch when I’m bored right after past-tense
I be drippin’ and swaggin’ of course (Ay)
[Verse 2]
How many hundred thousand you make this year on my 32nd
I fucked that bitch on a perc for an hour, I don’t do 30 seconds
I’m from the 1600 so I don’t fuck with no 32nd
These next few days you know we rocking know we gon’ wreck shit wreck shit
Rest in peace Chico that’s why you know that I’m gonna keep checks in
Sometimes I call his phone, sometimes I still wanna text him
He was lackin by the ops, I can’t believe that they next him
I was standing by the op, I had .30 on my weapon
I’m standing by the ops
I’m standing by the ops
I’m standing by the ops
I’m standing by the ops
I do the dash on the cop
Digital dash on my drop
I turned myself to a boss
Fuck you nigga learn the law
Baby girl head game strong
She suck my dick so long
Tell me whatchu want
I can get you on
You think he get money, huh
Look at his chain, no pointers
Here’s my world, come join us (Yeah)
So much swag, can’t afford it
[Chorus]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I can’t flex no more gave my watch to my best friend (Yuh)
Got the shit you can’t afford, 100k right on my necklace (Uh)
I be calling your bitch when I’m bored right after past-tense (Aye)
I be drippin’ and swaggin’ of course (Yeah)
[Outro]
No he didn’t
Yes I did
No he didn’t
Yes I did
No he didn’t