MO – Blur lyrics

How do you fit it all in your mind? Woo! Trapped in a blur
Hey! Trapped in a blur
Oh
Oh
Hey! Hey! Cool
Yeah, you good? Oh
Oh
Hey! I wish that I could be there but I’m
Under the bad, bad moon tonight
Baby, can you help me? Yeah
Under the bad, bad moon tonight
Oh baby, is it just me? Oh
We’re in the [?] age of time
Baby, can I ask you? Let me out, I’m trapped in a blur
Started out the way I wanted but it’s weird now
Let me out, I’m lost in the words
Too much in my head, I shoulda seen the bad sides
I wanna tell you everything will be fine
But I’m afraid that it’s a waste of your time
Let me out, I’m lost in the words
Don’t know how I ended here
Trapped in a blur
Hey! Oh
Woah
Let me out, I’m trapped in a blur
Started out the way I wanted but it’s weird now
Let me out, I’m lost in the words
Don’t know how I ended here
Trapped in a blur Or is it something in the air we breathe? ‘Cause I can’t seem to
Yeah, they keep dancing to it on and on
But they don’t understand the song
Under the bad, bad moon tonight
I just need to come clean
Let me out, I’m trapped in a blur
Started out the way I wanted but it’s weird now
Let me out, I’m lost in the words
Too much in my head, I shoulda seen the bad sides
I wanna tell you everything will be fine
But I’m afraid that it’s a waste of your time
Let me out, I’m lost in the words
Don’t know how I ended here
Trapped in a blur
Hey! Was it treating you right? ‘Cause I’m feeling dizzy, dizzy, I
How was the party?

Future – Fine China lyrics

I’m so crazy about mine
[Outro: Juice WRLD]
Did I say that out loud? I’m so crazy about mine
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Going insane, feel you pickin’ up and movin’ things inside my brain
I know I don’t have to argue about everything
But we don’t have the same soul
[?] we got a bigger bankroll
Tell me that you love me, baby, say it again
Repeat it over and over until it’s in my brain
Picked up the drugs so I let my brain
[?] but I’m selfish about my Percs, oh
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Shawty like a thousand dollar plate of fine china
Tell her that she beautiful everyday, I remind her
Then I jump in the pussy like a lake, I’m a diver
And her last man was a pussy, had a vagina
I get lost in her eyes like dust from the sky
It’s her body or nobody, I refuse to compromise
So if she leaves, I’ma kill her, oh, she a dime
Did I say that out loud? I’m so crazy about mine [Intro: Future & Juice WRLD]
The world on drugs
Ten (yeah) thousand dollar plates
Thousand dollar plates
Thousand dollar plates, fine china
Shawty like a
Shawty like a
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Shawty like a thousand dollar plate of fine china
Tell her that she beautiful everyday, I remind her
Then I jump in the pussy like a lake, I’m a diver
And her last man was a pussy, had a vagina
I get lost in her eyes like dust from the sky
It’s her body or nobody, I refuse to compromise
So if she leaves, I’ma kill her, oh, she a dime
Did I say that out loud? I’m so crazy about mine
[Verse 2: Future]
I’m so crazy about mine
I’m goin’ to Pluto with my girl
I’m goin’ to Jupiter with my girl
I’m goin’ to Mars with my girl
I’m goin’ to Saturn with my girl
Feelin’ like I’m runnin’ out of space
You need to send your location, I can’t think
I done fell in love twice but I gotta be lyin’
‘Cause I’m livin’ ten lives, I go crazy about mine
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Shawty like a thousand dollar plate of fine china
Tell her that she beautiful everyday, I remind her
Then I jump in the pussy like a lake, I’m a diver
And her last man was a pussy, had a vagina
I get lost in her eyes like dust from the sky
It’s her body or nobody, I refuse to compromise
So if she leaves, I’ma kill her, oh, she a dime
Did I say that out loud?

Juice WRLD – Armed & Dangerous Lyrics

Yeah), I do the dash, I’m out (You dig? Cash, cash, cash)
Ayy, look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I’m out (You dig? Ayy, ayy
Sippin’ hard, gun on me, no need for bodyguard
Aim at your body parts, yeah, take off your body parts, yeah
I’m swingin’ when I’m off the ecstasy, that’s a Molly park, yeah
Iron on me, hoo-hoo, that’s a Tony Stark, yeah
Pourin’ fours in a twenty, yeah, I’m soda pop, yeah
I’m O.C., three-gram wood full of OG
Give BM dick like Moby, uh, gonna make him flash, Adobe, uh
Pay up that cash, you owe me, yeah, huh
Bitch, I need it
Matter fact, fuck that shit, I’m rich, you can keep it
Yeah (Bitch, woo, yeah), damn
Rich niggas over here (They over here), yeah
Broke niggas over there (They over there)
Why is you over here? (Why?)
Go over there (Go over, go over, go over there)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I’m in town (Yeah), party’s goin’ down (You dig? A .50 round)
Run the town (What?), ballin’ hard, you outta bounds (You dig? Cash, cash, cash)
Ayy, look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I’m out (You dig? Look)
I get the cash, I’m out (Look), I just be cashin’ out (Skrr) It’s goin’ down)
Shoot ’em down (Bow), with a .50 round (You dig? A .50 round)
Run the town (What?), ballin’ hard, you outta bounds (You dig? Swish)
So much money, damn it, I forget to count (You dig? Yeah)
Look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I’m out (Look), I just be cashin’ out (You dig? [Intro]
Gun ’em down (Bih, yeah)
With a .50 (Brr, bih, brr)
Gun ’em down
Oh my God, huh
Ya dig
999 shit (Ayy)
[Chorus]
When I’m in town (Yeah), party’s goin’ down (You dig? Yeah), I do the dash, I’m out (You dig? Swish)
So much money, damn it, I forget to count (You dig? Skrr)
[Verse 1]
Walk in that bitch and I’m faded, uh, I fuck that bitch when I’m faded
I got the M&M’s (Millions), called my mom, told her I made it
Yeah, mama, your son too famous, yeah, he on everybody playlist
But he’s still armed and dangerous, he’ll pop at a stranger
Sippin’ lean, cliché, I still do it anyway
Red or purple in the cup, which one should I pick today? Yeah)
Look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig? It’s goin’ down)
Shoot ’em down (Bow), with a .50 round (You dig?

Lil Uzi Vert – Heavy Metal Lyrics

Uhhhh, drop out at 350
She keep talking about lime green
Lil bitch this is slime green, yeah
[?]
Yeah, that shoot 250, [?] no 100 rounds clip shoot 50
2 minutes I made 250
Lil uzi I’m straight from the 16 yeah
On my neck spent 250
[Chorus 2]
You light like a feather
Heavy like brick
I’m a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain’t never had any metal like this
You ain’t ever see [?] piss
You like a feather
Heavy like brick
I’m a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain’t never had any metal like this
[Verse 3]
[?]
[?] you know I ball out
[?]
Y’all niggas be hoes, y’all the ones calling 12 to come on (what?)
Yeah I know y’all be the one telling them to come out (what?)
[?] I ain’t talking treehouse
Rat nigga, her job bitch nigga, [?]
Now we in the trap house
[?] you know I’m at your bitch house
And you might get hit in the mouth
[?]
Ain’t know the hoe, go right up when the slime [?]
[?] niggas do some [?] nigga, i don’t know what you nigga about
Racks in Goyard bag, yeah [?] yeah
[Chorus 3]
You light like a feather
Heavy like brick
I’m a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain’t never had any metal like this
You ain’t ever see [?] piss
You like a feather
Heavy like brick
I’m a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain’t never had any metal like this
Two yellow bitches gonna chill in my crib
[Verse 4]
[?] I fiend
Beat the bitch down, told her to put on the jeans
[?] coupe that [?]
[?] on the bottom, got a beam
Eyes wide open, got me focused on the beam
Real class smoke got me high [?]
Know you can’t [?] her baby
[?]
Got to go drip drip [?]
You know you can’t clone me, oh no no no
She [?]
Ran up the racks so they [?]
[?] gold [?]
I’m the chosen, don’t compare me to nobody
Put [?] and watch your body open (he frozen)
[?] (slime)
[?] I call that bitch a loco (she touchy)
No touchy touchy, yeah I told that bitch [?]
[Chorus 3]
You light like a feather
Heavy like brick
I’m a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain’t never had any metal like this
You ain’t ever see [?] piss
You like a feather
Heavy like brick
I’m a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain’t never had any metal like this
Two yellow bitches gonna chill in my crib [Verse 1]
I woke up, richer than yesterday
I had to go get a check today
All by myself no master bae
Her baby got [?]
That boy, he was talking yesterday
He probably [?] to rest today
I’m a put this shit together a faster way
Would you want me to [?]
Told that bitch listen, no no, you can’t kiss me
I hit that thing once, and that just for the finish
[?] turn around lick on this dicky
I got these girls and they fighting all [?]
And they screaming out like “pick me, like pick me”
“pick me, like pick me, like pick me, like pick me”
Bitch I’m a demon, I [?] demon
[?] block, no bitch, this isn’t a [?]
[Chorus 1]
You light like a feather
Heavy like brick
I’m a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain’t never had any metal like this
You ain’t ever see [?] piss
[Verse 2]
Three yellow chains and they look like Chris
Two yellow bitches gonna chill in my crib
Make the bitch ride [?] yeah
Which one of you hoes with me?

Lil Yachty – Get Dripped Lyrics

fsh)
I’m in this bitch with Lil Meech (fsh, fsh)
I do this shit in my sleep, yeah
Shawty suck me, she so geeked, yeah
Shawty fuck me, she so geeked, yeah
I’m in this bitch and I flee, uh
I put VVS on my lens (fsh)
Shawty can’t wait ’til we lean
Fuck with Lil K you get, fsh
[?] on your ass, you get, fsh
I play that 30 lil’ bitch, yeah
I need a mask for this heat, yeah
I need a gas for my bitch,yeah
You know that choppa don’t miss
You know that choppa don’t miss
I get the muthafucka lit
Double C all on my shit, yeah
Dolce Gabbana my bitch, yeah
Christian Dior, I pop shit, yeah
Shawty gon’ fuck on my drip, yeah
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah
220 all on that rear, aye
I get the drip, you get dripped
I fucked that bitch, I’m a pimp
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp
I fucked that bitch, she get bent
We in this bih with no tint
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
I’m in this bih with some tint
They just wan’ peep on my drip
They just wan’ peep all this drip
I get that Glock on my hip
Bitch, I don’t fuck, I want lip
I fucked that bitch with no tip
I was just leanin’ in [?]
I just buy everything Philips
[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Yachty]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah (ay, damn)
220 all on that rear, aye (ay)
I get the drip, you get dripped (ay, ay)
I fucked that bitch I’m a pimp (ay)
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp (ay)
I fucked that bitch, she get bent (ay, ay, ay, ay, okay)
[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, uh (ay)
Thugger lil’ bitch speak Ebonics (ay)
Shootin’ that Glock supersonics (bow, bow)
I drop a dub at Onyx (ay)
[?] that thing up ([?])
Beat from the back, she runnin’ (bih)
Pink Prada bag, I’m thumbin’ (bih)
[?] 30 round gunnin’ (bow)
Fuck what they saying, they pussy (fuck ’em)
Richest young nigga on gang (yeah, yeah)
I put them niggas on gang (ay)
They started snitching
Oops, back at [?] I was swiping
Oops, beat up that pussy, I’m Tyson
Oops, niggas is reckless, triflin’
[?] don’t call me (brr)
Rich white [?], Mike Lowry (Mike Lowry)
Keep one giant stick like Atari (like Atari)
V on my back like Bari (VLONE)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Me and Cash Carti go way back (ay)
Nigga don’t like me, then say that (okay)
20 years old in a Maybach (skrt)
Hoo! [Intro]
Earl on the beat
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Duh, run and lil’ bitch you get hit (bow, bow)
Came in that bitch with a stick (fsh)
Came in that bitch with lil’ kick (fsh)
I got that money I blow (what? flexing (fuck it up, damn)
Young nigga flexing no 8 pack (uh!)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah
220 all on that rear, aye
I get the drip, you get dripped
I fucked that bitch, I’m a pimp
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp
I fucked that bitch, she get bent
We in this bih with no tint
[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Damn (ay)
Damn (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Bow, bow

6ix9ine – GOTTI (OG Version) Lyrics

(yeah), don’t say (yeah, yeah)
BBA change your mood, aye, anyday
Gotti Gotti, cookin’ up, speed it up
Double cup, Xanny cup, booted up
Mollied up, molly up, break it up
Cop it, then I serve it up, get it up
Gotti Gotti
[Verse]
Family been plottin’, been watchin’
Hating on me, can’t stop it, ’cause I drop it
I been boolin’ with a cold bitch, some cold shit
Leave you out in the cold wind, that’s some hoe shit
You ain’t got no money, you can keep her (pew pew pew)
Bitch, I got my Nina, I’ma squeeze her
If you really wanna meet her, she a greeter
It was really nice to meet ya, I don’t need ya
I pray to God that my niggas gon’ eat (I pray to god)
I pray to God that my family gon’ see (I pray to god)
Prayin’ that the Lord take a chance with me
Wouldn’t come when I was up, I was on the wrong things
I ain’t silly, ain’t no dumb nigga, are you dumb, nigga? Ooh, do my dance, hit my things
Break these bands, hunnid bands on my thing
Mollied up, molly up, give it up
Cop it, then I serve it up, give it up
[Outro]
Really with the Gotti, Gotti? Who, who really with the Gotti Gotti? Don’t say (yeah, yeah)
BBA change your mood, aye, anyday
Gotti Gotti, cookin’ up, speed it up
Double cup, Xanny cup, booted up
Mollied up, molly up, break it up
Cop it, then I serve it up, give it up
Gotti Gotti
[Post-Chorus]
Gotti Gotti
Who, who really with the money, money? Who, who really with the money, money? Who, who really with the Gotti, Gotti? [Intro]
Got me, got me Rollie
(Ya can’t even afford it though)
Got me, got me, uh (got it)
Gotti Gotti, uh (Gott Gotti)
Gotti Gotti (hahahaha)
[Chorus]
Came up blood gang (yeah), 30 bang (yeah)
Scum Gang, big choppa, big thang
Let your nuts hang
Who they? Are you stayin’ with the pump, nigga? Fuck is up, nigga? Is you mad? Who, who really with the— You’s a fuck nigga, I don’t trust niggas
Scum Gang, chew ’em up, nigga, we don’t fuck witcha
[Chorus]
Okay, my blood gang (yeah), 30 bang (yeah)
Scum Gang, big choppa, big thang
Let your nuts hang
Who they?

King Krule – Sublunary Demo Lyrics

Death is there
She said “The world’s gonna die.”
“You know, the world, the earth.”
“Its gonna be over”
And he said “well I never lied to you”
You see I could explain sex in a minute but death I can’t explain
Wanting to die since you ask most days I cannot remember
I walk in my clothing unmarked by that gory edge then the almost unnameable lust returns even then I have nothing against life
I know well the grass blades you mention the furniture you have placed under the sun
But suicide’s of a special language like carpenters, they want to know which tools, they never ask ‘why build?’
Twice I have so simply declared myself have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy, have taken on his crotch his magic in this way, heavy and thoughtful, warmer than oral or warmer I have rested drooling at the mouth for
I did not think of my body at needle point even the cornea and the left over urine were gone
Suicide’s have already betrayed the body
Stillborn they don’t always die but dazzled they can’t forget a drug so sweet that even children would look on and smile
To thrust all that life under your tongue that all by itself becomes the passion
Death’s a sad wound bruised you’d say
And yet she waits for me year after year
To so delicately outdo an old wound
To empty my breath from its fat prison
Balance there
Suicide sometimes meets
Raging at the fruit, a potent bowl
Leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss
Leaving the page of the book carelessly open
Something unsaid, the fold of the book and the love whatever it was an accident

Mike Stud – Don’t Jump Lyrics

[Hook]
Mmm, I ain’t your type
Mmm, wake up on the same damn fights
Mmm, it ain’t that deep
Mmm, trust me don’t jump
It ain’t that deep
[Verse 1]
No small talk
All big convo
Need mine pronto
Chase that down like that all-white Bronco
I just want a bag she just wanna follow
Spend it all on some titties and a condo
Anybody try to text me I curve it
I ain’t even pitching but I curve it
I ain’t whipping but I swerve
I just wish all these bitches gonna learn
I ain’t here to talk
Bad bitch, straight up from the magazine
Savage, something that you never seen
And I go, anywhere I wanna be
Moonrocks, got me Moonwalking, Billie Jean
High class, real big baller shit
My friends, really on some baller shit
Courtside, that’s the only time I’m on the bench
So close, that the coach tryna put me in
[Hook]
Mmm, I ain’t your type
Mmm, wake up on the same damn fights
Mmm, it ain’t that deep
Mmm, trust me don’t jump
It ain’t that deep
[Verse 2]
I told you when I hit the switch it stays on
I ain’t ever switch I stay down
Everybody says I ain’t the same
But the only thing I changed was the game
I ain’t really gotta skip leg day
Cause I been running shit since the tenth grade
I been running way from the fuck shit
I been running way
[Hook]
Mmm, I ain’t your type
Mmm, wake up on the same damn fights
Mmm, it ain’t that deep
Mmm, trust me don’t jump
It ain’t that deep
[Verse 3]
Nah theres a walk over things I used to trip from
And they try to steal my drip but they always slip on it
And Imma steal your bitch, I cought a crip walking
Please get up off my dick, unless you plan to sit on it
You should never trade chemistry for curiosity
Each and everyday I try to make my momma proud of me
Used to never understand now they all on top of me
Fuck a plan b, you gon have to come and swallow me
[Hook]
Mmm, I ain’t your type
Mmm, wake up on the same damn fights
Mmm, it ain’t that deep
Mmm, trust me don’t jump
It ain’t that deep

URLtv – T-Top vs. Geechi Gotti Lyrics

Drago, I’ll put a hit on Melvin, close range wit’ the red dot
Baow, got Melvin lickin’ the bald head like you got Jodie in a headlock
Nigga the FEDS hot, so I gotta watch how I act T
They said his back against the wall, you might finna black T
Relax T, you came here to lose ya life T
Ya mama put ya face on a shirt, now you a white tee
You light T(ea), you a Diet Brisk, this a hired hit
Matter of fact, I’m comin’ straight to ya do’, I ain’t ask you
Think TLC: code word: No Scrubs
(What that mean?)
If you see me hangin’ out the passenger side of my best friend ride, I ain’t tryin’ to holla at you
The Llama splash you, when you got that gun in yo’ hand you feelin’ like you got more than power
Baow, now them shells in you fat boy ain’t corn or flower
Them hollow tips, man I’m a real life robber, I done hit about 50 licks
You even tried to spend $100,000 amongst 50 Crips? I was the man in ’09
Big trapper, everything from grams to whole pies
My bundles? For that reason, we can never sell bricks with each other
If you can’t sit and do ya time, nigga we can’t even sit with each other
Nigga, it make sense why him and Tsu Surf dissin’ each other
Niggas prolly wanna battle so they can snitch on each other
And that ain’t the type of bullshit that we let slide
If you ain’t snitchin’ than let me see ya PSI
And PS, I, ain’t met a group of solid Crips since the GS9
So even though he ain’t do his time, and as funny as it looks
I was the one who offered to put money on ya books
Don’t forget it
I know this a battle so don’t admit it
Cause bitch niggas like you worry about ya image
Like when he did his Gangland show, we wanted to see where them pistols at
Nigga scrap that, at least let us know how they pitchin’ packs
But Geechi bitch ass was the tour guide, picture that
I nigga from the Mafia turnin’ into the biggest rat
Aye, he said, “This alley right here cuz is where we fuck the bitches at
Right here by the [?] is where we do our Crippin’ at
Last week at the dice game we blew a nigga’s biscuit back-”
Snitchin’ ass, you let ’em mic you up like the shit was SMACK
Then you had them niggas behind you like, “Cuz spittin’ facts.”
Shit was sad, if we was the Nuttys we would’ve whipped ya ass and took ya flag
That’s how I know he was a decoy walkin’
Cause if he was really puttin’ in work
They would’ve had his face blacked out with the deep voice talkin’
We’ve seen those often, it would’ve went like, “Yo this Bae Loc. Came with a stamp on both sides.”
But they showed ya face cause you was talkin’ ’bout hair the whole time
Bro, you really sell hair weave bro? That nigga DEAD dead.”
And all these niggas, rockin’ this Yak Man shit, thinkin’ that that curse shit a joke
Rockin’ a cigarillo brand and wonder why y’all keep gettin’ smoke
Now look, Yak, just provide me the figures
It’s only right if Al Kapone (Capone) fuck wit’ a Mafia nigga
And when it’s real, y’all can tell, y’all can see it in they eyes
It’s yo’ turn see if you can make niggas believe them lies
Nigga time
[Round 1: T-Top]
I said yo
You right bro
When I heard Smack made 2.5 bitch, it was one of my worst nights
Brizz said, “Top I got my machete I’m on the first flight.”
Now I know why Nu Jerzey Twork had to go and steal a purse twice
Found out what Tay Roc was makin’ and not know why he use the word “light”
Beasley said, “Top this is the world’s most respected, but this is not the way you earn stripes.”
I told him, “Nigga, ante up befo’ you find out a purge like.”
Y’all see me front page of the paper
Some of my niggas still have to serve life
So I could give a fuck about URL I’m tryin’ to avoid my third strike
Nigga, you heard right
Free my niggas in the halfway house
That mean they half way in but they half way out
I remember cribs, we was makin’ [?] blaze out
I wanted an ounce but seein’ how a hand plays out
I make you do it or find out what my stab game ’bout
I made him turn himself in like his last day out
Bitch, speakin’ of last day out, you said in January you was goin’ to prison for a year, we was countin’ too
I guess he got a five minute sentence, then got out in two
Y’all Locs really be pullin’ strings, huh? Put a silencer on it.”
Nigga for what? It seem like every time a Crip go to jail they come straight home…out the blue
First it was the blogs, like, “Yo, I’m ’bout to battle for my life.”
Then his jail sentence went bye, faster than my strike
Ain’t that a bitch? Heard you was mad at URL cause they wasn’t payin’ you right
But instead you up here rappin’, so there’s only one thing I gotta say here tonight
NIGGA YOU’S A BITCH
Enough witcha fake ass
This ratchet gettin’ dumped over the head like her face trashed
The face mask, and some gloves on, you know I’m not finna play
Put the gun in ya mouth
Now remember, if you choke Smack dockin’ ya pay
Yo Top where you stay? Word up
Anything I say I can stand on it
I learned from a kid you gotta stay down
I found out every bird don’t fly, once I took the work on a Greyhound
You niggas is straight clown, fake beefin’
I should call you niggas actors
Make sure it was sealed tight enough so a dog couldn’t smell it
My only issue with a (w)rapper
You not a factor
Ever since 12 years old, I’ve been gang bangin’
I’m thankin’ God I ain’t gotta spend my life in prison
You arguin’ with Smack and Beasley tryin’ to make a deal
Nigga, in court we had to take a deal
Strikes is different
Nigga, our lives is different
I’m good anywhere, just ask any of the street niggas I know
Answer me this, how cuz a Bear but he can’t step foot in Chicago? [Round 2: Geechi Gotti]
You gonna talk some gang shit to me? {Iron Solomon comes out and says he doesn’t have an opponent yet for Summer Madness 8 and will battle whoever wins this}
[Round 1: Geechi Gotti]
Ain’t you supposed to be on strike? DNA? Y’all got me battlin’ this nigga, he a shell of himself
Close range, shootin’ with the arm over the nose, look like I’m smellin’ myself
Nigga self made, ask around
They’ll tell you, “Gotti don’t care he trippin’.”
Head shot will turn Bizzy The Bear into Bizzy barely livin’
I live what I rap
Baow, they know I love them guns sounds, that’s how I know that he clapped
The homies like, “Chill, Gotti you makin’ way too much noise wit’ the strap. I ain’t never shot it like this, guess I’m in rare form
And when it’s real, y’all can tell, y’all can see it in they eyes
Go ‘head, it’s yo’ turn to dance around see if they can believe them lies
Nigga time
[Round 2: T-Top] That’s not the nigga you should talk through
He gassed you up, you ain’t even realize all the bread you was gonna let Holla cost (Holocaust) you
I should off you, but I know you niggas, they hoe you niggas
Got you signed to them slave deals
Worried about that 2.5, get that shit out ya mind
Cause unless Smack take ya bitch ass to dinner, you ain’t gettin’ a paid meal
I stay real, now right about now I feel like spittin’ on you
Cause you started to strike for these niggas, now it’s time to get ya casket, see which one of them will pick it (picket) for you
Nigga you been disloyal, I could never shit on URL
They done did mo’ fo’ me than any of these leagues since a nigga been rappin’
Especially you, you low key one of the bummiest battle rappers
So befo’ this little bit of money I can only imagine
He literally made you from the dirt like God did Adam
EVEn if you don’t believe this yo’ daddy, we do
That’s some shit we don’t gotta go to Maury for
How come you always opening ya mouth sayin’ some shit, then you gotta turn around and say “sorry” for? Cause he disrespected Kenneka
They made ya bitch ass apologize
Then you disrespected URL, niggas made ya bitch ass apologize
But he want y’all to believe, that nigga was sellin’ dope to the fiends
Late night he had to stand on the curb
Nigga please, you can’t even stand on ya word! I ain’t gon’ take up all ya time
But you can get the Pusha T’s the Iverson’s, I do all designs.”
A nigga yelled out from his cell, “I like stars in mine.”
He said, “Come, fall in line. After he dead he get a whole fuckin’ moment for that
Nigga who got ya back? Aight, I guess it’s all a grind
But tryin’ to take yo’ talent to prison, boy you done lost yo’ mind
He said, “Listen up everybody. Well why y’all gotta keep us out the loop? You know we do those all the time.”
And that’s the reason Gotti shouldn’t be glorified
He a bitch, I seen more man in his daughter eyes
You saw them guys, what he starin’ at son? I’ll show up to ya spot with the damn work
Y’all will see T get tied up in the front like a fag searched him
The Mag burst
A full clip, no bullshit
Bitch I ain’t stutter, a round cover ya top like The Chronic cover
Now y’all cover ya eyes, if you don’t wanna see the boy T be clapped
Back shot, his disc skippin’ like a CD scratch
Nigga we be strapped, with all kinda different Glocks
Catch you laid up wit’ ya bitch, you and her gettin’ shot
Soon as the trigger pop, they gon’ find her laid back with a head in her lap, look like she gettin’ top
Now look, I just got rid of a Shotgun, now a nigga owe me a pump
You sittin’ here lookin’, cause you just try to show me you tough
Baow, knock ya stomach over there, nigga go witcha gut
What the fuck? Tell me what Shine ’bout
He get a leg shot, Smith fuckin’ up Cavs (calves) like JR ain’t call that timeout
The nine out, I’ma bust mines then
So much blood on cuz, all you gon’ see is Rain covering Shine like, “I’ma just tuck mines in.”
Nigga, that shit you did to R Streetz was wack, that’s when I knew you was weak
Typical sucker, got him a lil’ money then he turned his back on the Streetz
But see I fuck with R Streetz, so to me that shit was gay
Cause I remember that shit
You was walkin’ around that whole event like, “Buy my mixtape king.”
On Nutty
All of a sudden you got on stage and you ain’t got shit to say? Like you really ridin’ or somethin’
“Geechi should’ve blurred his face out” only niggas doin’ that must be hidin’ from somethin’
He said I need to have home games to win
Stop it clown until Smack throw an event in my hood, all my battles is out of town
I’m from Compton, I don’t feel comfortable unless the Glock around
Cause the same niggas that’ll lift you up, will turn around an knock you down
Let’s get down to the truth
Cause the moment you joined NWX, Brizz joined Cave Gang and you was mad about that
So pretendin’ that you not is what we not gon’ do
You and cuz came in together, you was like damn Brizz
You was mad, why he could not go witchu
It instantly reminded you of the relationship witcha mother
Cause now another person that you love chose Roc(k) over you
You a fuck boy Top, let the truth be told
Any nigga that’ll sell is moms a rock will prolly sell his soul
You not even a drug dealer, you just a nigga that dealt drugs befo’
Had a couple of double ups, prolly graduated to an ounce but nothin’ mo’
So all that king pen shit in ya raps, you just stuntin’ wit’ that
You ain’t had no boats, bricks, bundles of crack
Enough wit’ the cap, cause you ain’t seen no real money til you start fuckin’ wit’ SMACK
Nigga, Smack made you, but you ungrateful
So they pay me to kill The Bear
Up here talkin’ all this shit, that’s why I don’t feel The Bear
Cause if it wasn’t for them niggas, cub wouldn’t be shit
Be basically showed us how to Build-A-Bear
They gave you the platform to build ya brand, but you ungrateful
Up here actin’ like, “Niggas need me”
Smack, that’s exactly why you shouldn’t have fed The Bear, them bitches greedy
You was up there on AngryFan, soundin’ straight soft
Followin’ Hitman, when every time he got booked, it was big plates
That nigga ate off (Adolf)
Can you not see (Nazi) y’all in different tax brackets? Well bitch let’s play
I’ll put this T in a box like it’s Desiigner or some shit
Then show up to your funeral like, “Aye Carolina in this bitch?!”
No! If Top get a round then Top get a round
Head shot, hospital gown
He paralyzed so now wheelchair is the only way Top get around (a round)
On the block I was found, now I’m the hottest in this shit
You can ask the people to vote, I got the hood shit on lock from the street shit I quote
I heard you brought yo’ mama to this battle…she must be proud to see you go to war with the Loc
Crackhead bitch only showed up cause she heard your opponent was dope
Bro you a joke
Ever since UFF, you been losin’ it Top
You went from Surf all the way to me, that ought to tell you somethin’ about you and your stock
Nigga you really flopped
See you supposed to be battlin’ niggas like Tay, nigga not me
But you been on that losin’ streak
I think he deserve to get that focused Top
Plus you might wanna spar wit’ ya mama befo’ that one
She can give you plenty tips about smokin’ Roc(k)
Yo bro just stop
The fo’ fo’ black; Barack Obama
I heard you got a baby on the way…that’s gonna bring all types of problems
Soon as she poke her head out, I’m airing her head out
She gettin’ smacked with a lot of shots
The good news, you ain’t gotta buy a casket, you can just stick that bitch back in her mama box
I lot of shots
Soon as we stop Top, he got God
Blaow, it’ll be mo’ blood on T(ee) than Rickey shirt when he got shot
The Glock hot, Top get twisted
Oh he the dread head, the coroner’s lookin’ at the body like “Ha ha. He was yellin’ “Criiiiip” until some damage get done
My man backed out, I said, “Hand me that gun.”
Next time he throw a sign up in his whip, it gon’ be a handicap one
I will handicap son, this as real as it get
Expose him kissin’ a pop like Gilly Da Kid
I hope I get the same thing they gave Bill for the shit
(Why?)
Cause I can do a 3 to 10 just for peelin’ (pillin’) a bitch
I’m really convinced
When we found out Twork was fuckin’ Coffee Brown in Vegas you were salty
I mean, you ain’t say no hatin’ shit, but ya face did all the talkin’
Twork said soon as he fell asleep that bitch ate it on a softy
I said, “Nigga we watched DNA fold ya (Folgers)”
He said, “Yeah, the best part was wakin’ up to Coffee.”
The best part of waking up is Coffee in yo’ cup
Aye, I’m just shakin’ up his coffin to make sure he don’t sleep right
I break his hand to pieces, the nigga can’t even peace right
Chopper on me, Geechi Gotti better learn to weave right
Or his head tapped like he ain’t do a bitch weave right
Concrete nigga! K? The .50 clip, so when I bear arms, the strap’s beside his Bear arms
BAOW! You know why? BAOW!

Beach House – Alien Lyrics

[Verse 1]
City night
White on white
In your eyes
Steals your gaze
Anything
Before it steals away
[Verse 2]
[?]
On the wires
Set on fire
Take each [?]
Between us
Takes us all away
[Chorus]
Sorry sometimes
I get carried away
[Bridge]
Up on the movie screen
Black beauty limousines for you
These dreams of [?]
To the grave for you
Helpless and glimmering
[?] on life with you
[Chorus]
Sorry sometimes
I get carried away
Sorry sometimes
I get carried away
Sorry sometimes
I get carried away
Sorry sometimes
I get carried away
Sorry sometimes
I get carried away

Jess Glynne – Woman Like Me (Demo) Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I always say what I’m feeling
I was born without a zip on my mouth
Sometimes I don’t even mean it
It takes a little while to figure me out
I like my coffee with two sugars in it
Nike shoes and my hoodie fitted
Always have my hair tied up (hey, hey, hey)
Insecure but I’m working with it
Many things that I could get rid of
Don’t know how to give it up
[Pre-Chorus]
I made a few mistakes, I regret it nightly
I broke a couple hearts that I wear on my sleeve
My momma always said “Girl, you’re trouble” and
And now I wonder, could you fall for a woman like me
And every time we touch, oh you, you make me feel weak
I can tell you’re shy and I think you’re so sweet
Spending every night under covers and
And now I wonder, could you fall for a woman like me
(A woman)
[Chorus]
Woman like me, like a woman like me
La-la-la woman like me, like a woman like me (a woman)
La-la-la woman like me, like a woman like me
La-la-la woman like me, like a woman like me
[Verse 2]
And baby, just be mine for the weekend
We can get a takeaway and sit on the couch
Or we could just go out for the evening
Hopefully end up with you kissing my mouth, ayy, ayy
You got them blue jeans with a rip up in them
My hair with your fingers in it
Love it when you turn me on
(?) funk with a little bit of
“Love Drunk” in the middle with it
Get down to our favorite song
[Pre-Chorus]
I made a few mistakes, I regret it nightly
I broke a couple hearts that I wear on my sleeve
My momma always said “Girl, you’re trouble” and
And now I wonder, could you fall for a woman like me
And every time we touch, boy, you make me feel weak
I can tell you’re shy and I think you’re so sweet
Spending every night under covers and
And now I wonder, could you fall for a woman like me
(A woman)
[Chorus]
Woman like me, like a woman like me
La-la-la woman like me, like a woman like me (a woman)
La-la-la woman like me, like a woman like me
La-la-la woman like me, like a woman like me
[Bridge]
I’ve been sitting here, waiting
I’ve been waiting on you
I’ve been sittiing here, waiting on and on and on and on
[Chrous]
Woman like me, like a woman like me
La-la-la woman like me, like a woman like me
Woman like me, like a woman like me
La-la-la woman like me, like a woman like me
[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve made a few mistakes, I regret it nightly
(Woman like me, like a woman like me)
I broke a couple hearts that I wear on my sleeve
(La-la-la woman like me, like a woman like me)
Momma always said “Girl, you’re trouble” and
(La-la-la woman like me, like a woman like me)
And now I wonder, could you fall for a woman like me
(Like a woman like me, yeah)
(La-la-la woman like me, like a woman like me)
And every time we touch, boy, you make me feel weak
(La-la-la woman like me, like a woman like me)
I can tell you’re shy and I think you’re so sweet
(La-la-la woman like me, like a woman like me)
Spending every night under covers and
(La-la-la woman like me, like a woman like me)
And now I wonder, could you fall for a woman like me
(For a woman like me)
[Chorus]
Woman like me, like a woman like me
(Na, na, na, na, na) (a woman like me, like me)
La-la-la woman like me, like a woman like me (oh, woman like me)
La-la-la woman like me, like a woman like me (uh, na, na, na, na, na)
La-la-la woman like me, like a woman like me
(A woman)

Cricket team smashes 596 off 50 overs, bowls out opponents for 25

By Sarah Hancock

Updated

October 15, 2018 17:52:20

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Tabitha Saville, Samantha Betts, Tegan McPharlin and Darcie Brown all scored centuries. (Supplied: Northern Districts)
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“It probably doesn’t reflect the competition itself in terms of how even it is, but it’s still huge for women’s sport and promotion,” she said.The highest score in an international 50-over game was set this year by the New Zealand women’s team, which made 4/490 against Ireland.The England men’s team scored 6/481 against Australia at Nottingham in June.Last year, a South African university side smashed 3/677 off 50 overs, with one batsman scoring 490 runs. An Adelaide suburban women’s cricket team has stunned its understrength opponent by smashing a gargantuan total of 3/596 off its 50 overs. We were just playing cricket shots.”Teammates Sam Betts (124 not out off 71 balls), Tabitha Saville (120 off 56) and Darcie Brown (117 not out off 84) also made centuries — the latter two for the first time.The Jets score was boosted by 88 extras, including 75 wides, as well as 64 fours and three sixes.”The runs just kept piling on,” McPharlin said.”There were only three sixes hit for the entire day for us.”It just shows that we were willing to run between the wickets and hit along the ground and actually play proper cricket.”It is not the first time Port Adelaide has conceded a mammoth score this season, which is only two games old.McPharlin said Southern Districts made 415 against Port Adelaide a week earlier.But she said the attention around the more recent game was good for women’s cricket. Key points:Northern Districts scores 3/596 off 50 overs before bowling out Port Adelaide for just 25The Northern Districts total is believed to be a world record for a women’s game at district levelFour players scored centuries and the total included 88 extras
Northern Districts, known as the Jets, set the score in Sunday’s limited overs match against Port Adelaide at a run rate of almost 12 an over.In reply, Port Adelaide — who fielded 10 players, only eight of whom batted — was dismissed for a total of just 25 runs from 10.5 overs.Four Jets players made centuries in the Statewide Super Women’s First Grade match, including captain Tegan McPharlin, who top-scored with 130 off 80 balls.While definitive statistics for suburban games are hard to come by, the score is believed to be a world record for a women’s game at district level.”It’s pretty cool that, at the end of the day, we potentially have a world record,” McPharlin said.”It’s pretty unreal to make a total like that. At the time, we weren’t chasing any records or trying to set any benchmarks in that way.
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“We had a meeting with the tequila council,” Mr Cook said.”I presented to the tequila council what we were trying to achieve and explained what we were doing, which was not in competition to making tequila, but was actually making a biofuel and a bio-refinery out of the product.”They were pleased with that.”Yuruga Nursery at Walkamin, in Far North Queensland, is where the next crop of blue agave is currently undergoing a “hardening” stage.Nursery owner Dennis Howe said it was “certainly an interesting crop”.Mr Howe is well-known as one of the largest banana growers in Australia, but is no stranger to experimenting with different crops. A little patch of Mexico in the ground near Atherton, in Far North Queensland, is about to get much bigger.Blue agave — which is the base ingredient for tequila — is currently grown on a commercial scale in Mexico, but Queensland’s MSF Sugar is aiming to become a world industry leader, with plans to plant 4,000 hectares of the succulent on the Atherton Tablelands.About 3,000 plants have been growing on unused land close to MSF Sugars’ Tablelands mill since late 2017.”At the moment we’ve got more tissue culture plants doing a nursery hardening stage,” project agronomist Renee Smith said.”So there’s 45,000 in at the nursery at the moment and by the first rains in November we hope to have 50,000 plants in the ground.”

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Agronomist Renee Smith (R) and MSF business developer Hywel Cook at the blue agave trial site. “We’ve got facilities that we only use for half the year,” Mr Cook said.”The power station that we’re putting in we’ll only use for nine months of the year, so I’m looking for something to put in it for the other three months of the year which will then make it base load, green renewable electricity for the local community.”But it will take time to work out exactly how the agave and its different parts can be put to use commercially, as it takes about five years for a plant to reach maturity.”We’ve chosen this plant because it’s in a very similar position in Mexico, so the same distance away from the equator and the same elevation from the sea,” Ms Smith said.”We’ve chosen it for its drought-proof qualities so we’re not going to irrigate it, it’s going to be grown in quite rough country.”By the time the plants are ready for harvest, each blue agave can weigh up to 150 kilograms, and unlike in Mexico where they are only harvested for the juice in the stem, MSF Sugar plans to use the entire plant.”We want to separate the useful parts of the agave plant. “It didn’t need irrigation, you got a huge amount of biomass from it, and you could also make ethanol from it, so you got two things from the one crop: fibre plus the ethanol.” Atherton growing conditions similar to those in MexicoMSF plans to also burn the blue agave plant fibre to produce power and crucially, that could happen outside of cane crushing season, turning the mill into a year-round power generator. They chop the leaves off, they’ve got a machete type of implement and then they pick up the centre part of the plant and they put it all on the back of a donkey. Times change, so unless you’re prepared to change and investigate, you go backwards,” he said.”You’ve just got to be willing to try new crops and not get too tied to the crops you’re growing at any one time.”Mr Howe’s son James manages the nursery and is overseeing the growth of tens of thousands of baby blue agave sourced from Mexico and others that have been cloned from tissue culture in Australia.Work is also underway to grow the plants themselves in-house. So we want to separate the fermentable juice, we want to separate the fibre and we want to separate the waxes as well because there’s a high value product that’s made from the waxes as well,” Mr Cook said.”So you start to make a factory, a large-scale factory which is worth half-a-billion dollars, which is making sugar, it’s making electricity, it’s making ethanol, it’s making cattle feed, waxes, biodiesel, it makes a lot of interesting things.”What’s in a name?Much like champagne from Champagne, tequila from Tequila is a highly protected brand. It is hoped that might also encourage cane growers to consider adding agave to their crop rotations.But the harvest and production process is still some time away. Photo:
Banana grower Denis Howe is growing the blue agave at his nursery in Walkamin. (ABC News: Courtney Wilson)
“I mean, we started off with peanuts. So we’re not going to be doing anything like that at all!”Instead, the plan is to re-tool old cane harvesters to do the job. (ABC News: Courtney Wilson)
Unlike in Mexico, the spiky succulents are not being grown in Australia to produce tequila, but rather for a green energy initiative.The agave plantations will form part of the milling company’s biomass refinery project, which will operate alongside a $75 million green energy power plant expansion, due for completion later this year.The mill currently burns bagasse, a by-product of sugar cane crushing, to power the mill, but the production and availability of bagasse is seasonal.”At the moment we generate seven megawatts of power and we’re going to generate 24 megawatts of power, so it’s around four times as much power from the same amount of biomass,” MSF Sugar’s business development manager, Hywel Cook, said.”Sugar cane is the most valuable part of what we have, but we needed something else.”We came across agave and agave was really interesting for us because you could grow it on land which wasn’t suitable for sugar cane. The trial crop will only be ready for harvest in 2022. It is a destructive process as the original plant has to be sacrificed, but from just one blue agave they can make up to 800 plantlets.”These have been growing in MSF’s trial site for a few months now,” James Howe said.”From here we’ll chop them up and we’ll try and clone them in the tissue culture lab so we’ll be able to mass produce our own out of these plants.”Once they have been planted and finished growing, the next big challenge will be how to harvest and process the notoriously spiky plants.”In Mexico they do it all by hand.

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Quavo – LOSE IT lyrics

Take the tints off the car so they can see me
Slick, intimidatin’, niggas wanna be me
PJ when we creepin’, they won’t ever see me
Ain’t too into cameras, but they got to see me
Diamonds on my fingers, I’m a superstar
All in there like sneakin’ with a superstar
Hit me if you want, I’m not gonna make a call
Marlo’s still trappin’ in them trap house
Cartier, solitaire, golf ball
Real big dog, I won’t fuck with y’all
Made it to the charts, they know who I am
Shout out to my fans, really fuck with y’all
Internet beef, I won’t get involved
If it’s real problems, then it’s gettin’ solved
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, she lookin’ like a movie, yeah (Woo, bad, yeah)
I think that I’ma choose her, yeah (Choose her, hoo, yeah)
Back that ass up, no Juvie, yeah (Juvie, hoo, yeah)
Throw them racks, go stupid, yeah (Racks, stupid, yeah)
Squeeze my shot like Uzis, yeah (Shoot, Uzi, yeah)
When I slide on her, yeah (Skrrt, slide, yeah)
Heard she wet, Jacuzzi, yeah (Splash, wet, yeah)
Make me go, make me go, make me go lose it
[Verse 3: Quavo]
When I say (Lose it)
She gonna make a nigga lose it
I’m talkin’ big money
Big money, thumb throughin’ it (Hey)
Not through with it (Nah, nah)
Not through with it (Nah)
She all on the phone with her last nigga
Say that pussy is mine, he losin’ it (Brrt, yeah)
She poppin’ it, I’m ownin’ it (Yeah)
She droppin’ it, it’s stoppin’ it (Stop), lose it (Yeah)
Out of control, she movin’ it (Ooh, yeah)
It’s movin’ (Woo)
It’s a movie (Woo)
She walkin’ around in Nike leggings (Ooh, yeah)
Just doin’ it (Go!)
Don’t get involved with her besties, they messy
Spent a fifty ball on her neckpiece, she flexing
I don’t give no calls, I just hit her with the texting
Emoji all drippin’, leakin’ waterfalls, yeah [Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, she lookin’ like a movie, yeah (Woo, bad, yeah)
I think that I’ma choose her, yeah (Choose her, hoo, yeah)
Back that ass up, no Juvie, yeah (Juvie, hoo, yeah)
Throw them racks, go stupid, yeah (Racks, stupid, yeah)
Squeeze my shot like Uzis, yeah (Shoot, Uzi, yeah)
When I slide on her, yeah (Skrrt, slide, yeah)
Heard she wet, Jacuzzi, yeah (Splash, wet, yeah)
Make me go, make me go, make me go lose it (Go, lose it)
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Bought her Chanel, surprise on her, yeah (Chanel, yeah)
She so bad, got girls and guys on her (Yeah)
Make me wanna pull out the phone and go live on her, yeah (Yeah)
But I snap back and close my eyes on her (Damn, yeah)
Bad bitch, she bring a team of girls (Damn, yeah)
They all came back after the club (Woo, yeah)
Every city I go, they show me love (Show, yeah)
That’s because we (What?) real thugs (Yeah)
Bet that ice make her drown in the tub (Ice)
Say she got that bag, told her put down on the drugs (Bag)
That the type of shit that make your nigga call in (Brr, woo)
That the type of shit that make your nigga fall in love (Woo)
[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Pull up, I’m the life of the party
4×4 truck sittin’ on Forgis
488 with a 8, that’s shawty
Lime Lamborghini sittin’ pretty, that’s Cardi
Blue Lamborghini Diablo, gon’ Offset’s
Havin’ talks in the Wraith, ’bout to take off
Me and Pee in the Dawn havin’ boss talks
Got the game from, bruh, that’s where I walk
What am I gonna do when all these girls
In the city goin’ crazy over me?

Quavo – BIG BRO lyrics

Them niggas just set me up big brother
They just got me for my chain (Ahh)
Aw man (Ahh)
Damn (Ahh)
Ay, ay, calm down, calm down, we gon’ get it back (Ahh)
Just pull up on me, tell me what happened (Ahh)
Big bro ridin’ with the tool tight (Big bro)
Big bro straight, he live the coot life (Big bro)
Been through the struggle played the rules right (Big bro)
Ain’t got nothing to prove, big bro got nine stripes (Big bro)
You out here tryna live your broke life (You, you, ayy)
You out here tryna live that GOAT life (You, you, ayy)
You gonna fuck around, take your life (You, you)
Instagram and guns just don’t go right (No, no, ayy)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Yeah) (With me or against me?)
I’m a OG now so you need me (OG, I’m a OG)
Think you poppin’ Xanax bars, but it’s Fentanyl
(No-no bars, it’s Fentanyl)
Think you’re living life like rockstars but you’re dead now (Yeah)
Let me put you under my wing
I can teach you one thing (Let me put you under my wing)
Let me put you under my wing
I can show you it ain’t all about a chain (Ayy, ayy)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Yeah)
Show you how to get a ring on that championship team
When you get a ring, it’s a championship
Teach ’em how to get them P’s on the back of RV’s
When you get ‘cross seas, it’s a championship
Clappin’ on things like I’m in New Orleans
When I hit ’em hard I be striking them
Calling all gangs ’cause I’m right with them
You too young to be hanging out all night with them
Brrrrrrr (Ahh)
Tsh, it’s a young nigga calling my phone (Ahh)
What’s happening? Dun Deal on the track
Is you with me or against me? Hey big bro, them niggas just got me for my chain (Ahh)
What?