Marlo – Ali Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up Quay

[Verse 1]
Havin’ thoughts of bein’ the greatest
I’m comin’ for that throne nigga, I’ma take it
And you know nobody gon’ do shit, nigga I’ma take it
And you know them niggas don’t shake none’, nigga I’ma shake it
And them niggas ain’t bust no moves so I’ma make it
When I touch that million dollars on how I made it
I’m the greatest, stackin’ that bread, I ran the bacon
So the bitch wanna f**k right now, see you later
Christian Loub with alligators
And Givenchy on my ass nigga I’m so flavor
And I stay down in that booth until I made it
Poppin’ shit, nigga I’m the greatest
And I had to thank goon goon for another day
I’m getting paid and it’s a million ways to get cake
Better feed your killers or get ate
Them niggas hungry and they’ll eat up off your plate
And I don’t play with them slime niggas ’cause they’ll eat up off your face, yeah

[Chorus]
And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
And I’m ridin’ ’round with that DB beside me
And I know I got my niggas beside me
And they strapped up, move like the army about me
And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need
And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
And I’m ridin’ ’round with that DB beside me
And I know I got my niggas beside me
And they strapped up, move like the army about me
And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need

[Verse 2]
On a rat race for that paper
Them niggas say I’m real loaded, I’m baked potato
And a nigga killin’ shit, no Gucci Mane but a human glacier for that paper (Wop)
And them ho ass niggas don’t want to see me make and I’ma take it
So shouts out to [?] ’cause nigga down with makin’ or takin’
Nigga mistakin’ when I’m vacant
Nigga [?] start shootin’ up shit, nigga what is you thinkin’?
On the road to riches, my niggas, and we gon’ make it
Nigga sellin’ the gas bag, nigga with tons of flavor
And a nigga came up in trappin’, then I made it
Then GA got poppin’, then Lil Kel got knocked
I was in the spot with Jude, I was cookin’ up a block
Break a brick down and sell them bitches in rocks
We gon’ run that brick straight in through the spot
And bust the profit down with my niggas, that’s how we rock

[Chorus]
And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
And I’m ridin’ ’round with that DB beside me
And I know I got my niggas beside me
And they strapped up, move like the army about me
And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need
And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
And I’m ridin’ ’round with that DB beside me
And I know I got my niggas beside me
And they strapped up, move like the army about me
And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need

Mostack – Daily Duppy Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh i’m off the liquor
Illin’ with the sticka
I don’t f**k with that nigga
Ahh I’m off the liquor
Illin’ with the sticka
I don’t f**k with that nigga
TSB

[Verse]
Yo, too much soft youts, not enough savage
See my eye bags, I carry nuff baggage
I’m still on the roads, I’m a street addict
How the hell they broke and they still feed their weed habits?
Niggas say they ride if they touch me
Got touched and it’s only me on some f**kery
Niggas say they love me, they ain’t really loving me
Unless you think loving me is seeing me and spudding me
Oh yeah, blud I got family out of nowhere
‘Cause I’ve been making noise for the whole year
And my advice is don’t stare, I beg you don’t dare
I’m wid’ the yout with no care, I’ll leave man with no hair
I’m really from the block
I could never pretend, I swear he f**ks with the opps?
We’ll never be friends
You’re round them so much you even smell like them
If I grab her by 9, I’ll have her back by 10, AM
Bro got nicked for a charge, AM
I swear that’s the feds in the car, I hate them
I heard they want beef with the squad and say when man pull up and spray skengs, yo
I gotta pray before I leave my house
I got a lot of f**ked niggas tryna take man down
They scheme, they browse, you was my bro, my pal
We don’t speak but your secrets don’t leave my mouth, haaa
I’m with the soul killers, you know the roads are vicious
I heard my bro snitchin’, and it hurts ’cause I love and miss him
They called us broke they were so malicious
Mmm, mmm, revenge taste so delicious
Why you naked on the gram, yo shawty
That ain’t just your puss, that’s everyone’s punani
Wife dat gyal, nah, nah, that ain’t me B
My gyal wouldn’t even post a pic in bikini
Look now, niggas tryna diss me ’cause I’m known
You made a vid with my jewels, and you still ain’t blown
Keep the drillers in the hood, they’ll turn everyone cabbage
All the nerds we can swap them for 21 Savage
I’m shopping for a mash, nigga send me all the prices
In my 20’s and I’ve had a midlife crisis
Shot in my back, I never said shit
How dare you call me snitch, are you f**king sick?
I’m a psycho, that’s sicker
I just drink weed and smoke liquor
Never trust a nigga, I had no father figure
Always my dick and my balls that she lick-ah
Then when she went lower than my balls I just shiver
Busy on the block man, I never done study
You ain’t seen dirt man, you never did muddy
In school you was a nerd and now you’re coming back cruddy
When I gave the shank to my bro, he brought it back bloody
They tried to take me down but I’m deya
How dare you think a weapon’s more stronger than prayer
I’m more than blessed, I’m more than flex
Oi gyal I can’t stay, this ain’t more than sex
It is what it is
Ain’t showering for weeks ’cause I’m tryna get stinking rich
Sometimes you have to sink that ship, like f**k friendships
You weren’t real from the start, man you always told fibs, yo
Show me you’re loyal and I got you for life
Show me betrayal I’ma cut you with knife
Mummy don’t cry, everyting’s alright
I just bought a new home, everyting’s all white
But man are still reckless and ruthless, don’t let me have to prove it
I’ma really do something stupid, I’ma hit the target if I shoot it
The only thing I miss is J Hus’ new music

[Outro]
Ooh i’m off the liquor
Illin’ with the sticka
I don’t f**k with that nigga
Ahh I’m off the liquor
Illin’ with the sticka
I don’t f**k with that nigga
Free J Hus, Free J Hus, J Hus, J Hus, J Hus, J Hus, J Hus, J Hus, J f**king Hus
Miss that nigga man
Free Jugga J, DK, Blade, Mikes, DB, all the mandem
Stay Lo, Banky, Scammy, Bronson, Menace, JP, Boogie, Nas, S, H, Megz, Dubs, G Bop, Fari, YB, KT, AB, GB, Dirty, Spliff, Rasta, A Rackz, Stillz, GR, TB, Alisade, Jiggy, Face, Shorty, S Dot, Peezy, Aystar, Natty, Poison, Shakes, Roy
Shout out my nigga Tuckz, rest in peace Muffin, Crimer, my nigga die hard
Hornsey for life, big up all the mandem in the Ville
Ooh i’m off the liquor
Illin’ with the sticka
I don’t f**k with that nigga