Drakeo The Ruler – Neiman & Marcus Don’t Know You Lyrics

[Verse 1]
All that dick riding’ll get a nigga flipped
Princess cuts on my wrist like an emo bitch
Done mud walked in Neimans twice, I don’t need no help
This forty bulging on my hip, I don’t need no belt
Luke Skywalkin’, pints caulkin’, I’m an addict
Come get slippy with the knock knock bandits
The Stinc man will come supply my Grammys
I guess that’s a double whammy

[Chorus]
Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga Neiman and Marcus don’t even know you
Niggas talkin’ all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga Neiman and Marcus don’t even know you
Niggas talkin’ all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo

[Verse 2]
Clown niggas, niggas be actors
An F&N in Bally jeans for fashion
These niggas act up, I’m whamming niggas in traffic
You can’t run that far, I’m driving the Nascar
I’m blatant if I’m pagan shit, nigga if it’s vacancy
Man down, tape the scene, blood on my Maison sneaks
They can see, play with me, we ain’t finna make a scene
You ain’t gettin’ bread so you hate on me basically
Big Banc Uchies on the dashboard and the sink
The last one was off a Stinc, high as f**k off the Stinc
Wired up, hard to blink, niggas need they offering
Niggas just be poppin’ it, the grey bags is all around

[Chorus]
Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga Neiman and Marcus don’t even know you
Niggas talkin’ all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
Nigga Neiman and Marcus don’t even know you
Niggas talkin’ all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo

[Outro]
They be doin’ all this popping and all this fly shit and all that. talking about all these coupes and shit niggas driving. Back of your Snapchat, ’96 Volvo. Niggas talkin’ all that, poppin’ all that fly shit and all that shit. All that shit on Pro Tools and all that. That shit sound good, shit nigga, in person you got busted ass Air Forces, motherf**kers yellow at the bottom, just keep poppin’ that shit though nigga. All that boosting niggas doing nigga. Come on fool. All that stealing and shit niggas doing fool. Acting like they blowing bands and all that. Come on fool, we know you. The window shopper, nigga Neiman and Marcus don’t even know you

Drakeo The Ruler – They Don’t Know You Lyrics (feat. Ralfy The Plug)

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
A five in a twenty ounce mud, gotta say I love codeine
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
I keep an acronym, better watch who you approaching
Damn why you do ’em so cold, shit I think it was the codeine
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
Benjamin Franklin, them ain’t none of your friends
It’s money calling, bitch go and make you some new friends
It’s diamonds on my neck, they hit the light, they do the dance
Don’t run up on me, boy that Glock forty do not jam
Benjamin, Jackson, or Grant don’t even know you
Niggas love to rap ’cause they can boost ’bout shit on Pro Tools

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
A five in a twenty ounce mud, gotta say I love codeine
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
I keep an acronym, better watch who you approaching
Damn why you do ’em so cold, shit I think it was the codeine
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you

[Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler]
Nigga they don’t even know you
All that flexing on Pro Tools
Bitch you know it’s the motive
Bitch I’m holding a hundred
F&N what I’m holding
I done paid off my offer
Flu flamm with a stocking
With my jewels in the moshpit
Pippi Longstocking damn, all of my friends are dead
Benjamin Franklin, I’m tryna beat the feds
Lil bitch I don’t f**k for free, but you can give me head
Big Banc Uchies in my hand, you want me cut the check

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
A five in a twenty ounce mud, gotta say I love codeine
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
I keep an acronym, better watch who you approaching
Damn why you do ’em so cold, shit I think it was the codeine
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you

[Outro: Drakeo the Ruler]
Talkin’ about all this money and all that nigga
Let me see some nigga, like nigga
What you talkin’ ’bout nigga I said like
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know
They don’t know you nigga, like, like like
Like it on some Javar shit, like all, all on a jewelry like
All these f**king diamonds, I’m like
And they like like, where your ex?
Tell them like, that nigga said
What that nigga say? oh, okay, okay
Benjamin Franklin, them ain’t none of your friends, bomb

G Herbo – Up It Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Ratchet shit
Shawty [?] popping out the cut, fat bitch shit
Shawty know why I’m tryna brack it, her butt fat as shit
Got an automatic under my jacket and I’m really what’s happening
I just popped a little [?] so I’m feeling fantastic
I’m like fuck it I’ma just go to work cause I’ve been in the bank like [?]
I buy lil bitch a Jaguar, I want me an Aston
Hood bitch with me I’m like NASCAR driver [?]
And I’m smoking [?] she giving head while I’m driving, I’ma fuck around and crash
I’m like fuck it I wanna smash right now, I’ma take her to the mansion
I told her I still wanna suck on her titties though even though they’re plastic
In that new shit I can self park the whip, I’m feeling Jurassic
And you know I pop out with a whip on my wrist huh, look at the dash
Got a bank account nobody know about, yeah I just fill it with cash
Everybody wanna fuck your sister, Stacey Dash
But it ain’t really cause of her face or her basic ass

[Chorus]
Up it, up it, up it, nigga up it
Nigga fuck it
I’ma count this bitch and up it
She gon’ up it
Bitch up it
Quick get to ducking
Fuck it, bitch up it

[Verse 2]
[?] lil racist ass
You used to be a fuck nigga so you tryna erase the past
You hating on me cause I’m a young nigga and I chase the bag
We ain’t smoking but [?] you think we laced the bag
I got my bitch a Chanel bag, caught like twelve stacks
Running track hoes, fuck your [?]
And I’m a bad boy, I’m a bad influence
Tell a nigga what he gon’ do, make him fast forward
[?] keep that Mac, no Pro Tools
Keep that bag
Overheat that Mac
And I’m a star, check my [?]
You can’t see these hoes from afar
[?]
Word to my mom, word to y’all
Word to Allah, whoever your god
[?]

[Chorus]
Up it, up it, up it, nigga up it
Nigga fuck it
I’ma count this bitch and up it
She gon’ up it
Bitch up it
Quick get to ducking
Fuck it, bitch up it

IDK – Lil Arrogant (feat. Joey Badass & Russ)

[Verse 1: IDK]
This is what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
What people paid paper for dammit
This that goin’ to the gun range with the click-clack-pow aiming
That boy from PG, but D.C. still claim him
And I ain’t gotta act like I’m from there, I’m real
Some rappers magicians, they trick you Copperfield
Act tough as a gold medal, you link ’em they daffodil
Meanwhile I’m just runnin’ back kick returns back on the field
Where the Redskins be losing but we gon’ support ’em still
That’s how you know where our loyalty at
So place a bet against me, where your royalties at?
I bet I leave your ass streamed of your 14 percent
Then fuck on your bitch, my dick named Matumbu, I’m lit
I rub on her clit, she drip
Then I cum on her tits
How common is this to spit like a fucking attempt, I’m murdering shit
I flip, then I leave your ass flipped
I flip the script, then skip to your fucking event
I take the check and dip, moments later it’s spent
You take the check and shit, it’s enough for your ‘rents
So how the fuck you telling me that I ain’t good enough, prick?
Uhh, I think that I’m top ten, top five, top three, top two, top one
And I’m still not done
Trump supporters’ daughter love me, so I still think that we won
She on her knees for that black thing no Kaepernick, I copped a nick

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
This what you been waitin’ for, ain’t it?
It’s a portrait, if you can see the picture, paint it
I ain’t got to explain it
This lane, I done paved it (right)
I done paid my dues, now I’m just collecting payments (collect)
One verse, that’s gon’ be your whole life savings
If I was you, I’d be makin’ funeral arrangements
These bars, I could leave your mind in enslavement (what up)
Hit you with the bar that I’m raisin’
I come in guns blazin’ (facts)
We gon’ see who get the last laugh (hah)
It’s funny ’cause these niggas always trippin’ off the past (hah)
Think this shit a joke until somebody get choked
Choked off the very words that they spoke
List here though, it’s getting near close
‘Bout to blow your brain through your fucking ear lobes
This one, the kid been gon’ for a while, they missed him
Patient with the shot when he blast off, won’t miss him

[Verse 3: Russ]
Somebody gon’ die tonight
Rappers see me but don’t say shit like they don’t have vocals
And they be dissin’ on the socials like they don’t have Pro Tools
They think you up until you’re big enough
I guess the love was never real, as if I really give a fuck
I’m already eight figures up
Y’all are in the minors still, I’m Willie Mays
Y’all still jumpin’ out of bed for 50k
I roll back over and continue fucking all y’all’s favorite
I’m the greatest, and I’m not stoppin’ ’til all y’all say it
Courtside, closing multi-million dollar deals
Then we celebrate it, eat Italian thousand dollar meals
I’m in Le Como, you stay in NoHo, the hate is promo
I play solo, women take photos, ride me like they play Polo
My crew solid, new problems, my day ones deserve two commas
A few dollars moves nada, we still act the same, you not a
Part of the formula that put me here so fuck you
When the second album drops, watch who they all run to
(Haha)

Kodak Black – Up Late (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Intro]
That money don’t sleep, you know what I’m sayin’?
So why you gonna be sleepin’ on the money?
Keep that shit 1k

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Drivin’ too fast, it just ain’t safe
I be all gas nigga, no brake
Pop a C-class like I’m in the sixth grade
Brought my BB gun to school in the fifth grade
Thinkin’ ’bout my nigga Cool, hope he OK
I just bought a PS4, but I don’t play
And my nigga Slime right behind me with the K
If I give you somethin’, nigga you better say thanks
And I remember eatin’ peanut butter treats
I ain’t hit my lady in a couple days
You don’t know what I had to go through
You don’t know what I had to go do
In the studio, you know I keep the Pro Tools
I be saucin’ on these bitches, I’m so smooth
Hey, let me show you how the VVS gleam
I ain’t eat no pussy, diamonds on my teeth

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
(Yo, come on, yo, come on, yo, come on)
I pop the checks and get that money out of state
I be boppin’ on yo’ nigga like I’m on the stage
Want my nigga home so bad, you know the lawyer paid
And even tho you gone, I keep the commissary straight
Slime in the Tahoe ridin’ with that SK
No Wells Fargo, nigga I got big bank
I be rappin’ ’bout it, ‘cuz I’m livin’ this way
Top nigga, I been put up in a fish tank
Took that bitch to Chik-Fil-A, she said she wanna steak
They had to let me outta jail for my birthday
This ain’t no water gun but when I see you I’ma spray
Mine a sniper, quick to shoot I fuck with Lil Tay
And this money doin’ somethin’ to my memory
Shawty know I love that head, I love that migraine
And I just wanna be new Beyoncé
‘krill so big, it’s like an arcade

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

ASAP Ferg – Trap And A Dream (feat. Meek Mill) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah, yeah
Pray to the trap
Pray for the trap

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Send them niggas to the Hood Pope
My synagogue right in the ghetto
Off the dome, I’m killin’ niggas
But the pen game on a different level
One trap with a big dream
I go hard, won’t ever settle
"Go in for the kill" what they taught me
Boy I’m movin’ that Shark Tank
In this bitch like I’m Clark Kent
Got a deal with the devil like y’all say
It’s for the love of the money, what y’all think?
Fuck a wack bitch what I won’t do
Make a bill with these vocals
And the Pro Tools, thought I told you
Pedal or metal, I try to slow down but I can’t
Fuckin’ yo bitch and she kissin’ the dick
And I’m startin’ to feel like I’m Tank
Chasin’ the commas on commas
Embracing the drama that come with the fame
Put that on my momma, the llama
It hit ya, designer in part of your brain, so stay in ya lane
Huh, yeah, I’m fuckin’ your bitch in a park
I bust in her mouth cause she parched
She throwin’ it back with an arch
You cuffin’ that bitch like a narc
Ooh boy I don’t wanna start
Two birds on my boat, I’mma start
I’m kinda like Noah’s Ark
I am leaving this Earth with a mark
I ain’t got time for you marks
I aim at your head like a dart
He lay on the street with a chart
Spike on his head like he Bart
I’d rather be chasin’ the cream
Trappin’ and trappin’, I never be slackin’
I’m countin’ a million a dream

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Uh, yeah
Trap and a dream, uh, Mac with the beam, yeah
Left Hollywood, damn, back to the fiends, woo
Pull up in my hood, skrt skrt, and back to the scene, hoo
In the back like a spleen, hoo, hunnid racks in my jeans, aw yeah
Know a couple niggas want me dead in my hood
Do some charity, I put some bread in my hood
Pussy niggas snitchin’, got the feds in my hood
It’s like all the real niggas really dead in my hood
I been runnin’ it up, fuckin’ it up, plenty
Hop out the spur, jump in the truck, Bentley
Neosporin, I’m in the cut, chilly
Mask on, mask off, reppin’ my set, Philly
I got thrity-six O’s, we gone put it on a roll
That boy silent, never told, fuckin’ models out the Vogue
And I rock a lot of gold, all these diamonds on me froze
I called papi for the low, he gon’ drop it, Lord knows
I got a

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene

Kodak Black – Up Late Lyrics

[Intro]
That money don’t sleep, you know what I’m sayin’?
So why you gonna be sleepin’ on the money?
Keep that shit 1k

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

[Verse: Kodak Black]
Drivin’ too fast, it just ain’t safe
I be all gas nigga, no brake
Pop a C-class like I’m in the sixth grade
Brought my BB gun to school in the fifth grade
Thinkin’ ’bout my nigga [?], hope he OK
I just bought a PS4, but I don’t play
And my nigga Slime right behind me with the [?]
If I give you somethin’], nigga you better say thanks
And I remember eatin’ peanut butter treats
I ain’t hit my lady in a couple days
You don’t know what I had to go through
You don’t know what I had to go do
In the studio, you know I keep the Pro Tools
I be saucin’ on these bitches, I’m so smooth
Hey, let me show how the VVS gleam
I ain’t eat no pussy, diamonds on my teeth

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

[Verse: Kodak Black (Young Thug)]
(Yo, come on, yo, come on, yo, come on)
I pop the checks and get that money out of state
I be boppin’ on yo’ nigga like I’m [?]
Want my nigga home so bad, you know the lawyer paid
[?], I keep the commissary straight
Slime in the Tahoe ridin’ with that SK
[?], nigga I got big bank
I be rappin’ ’bout it, ‘cuz I’m livin’ [?]
Top nigga, I been put up in a fish tank
Took that bitch to Chik-Fil-A, she said she wanna [?]
Yeah, but let me outta jail for my birthday
This ain’t no water gun but when I see you I’ma spray
Mine a sniper, [?]
And this money doin’ somethin’ to my memory
Shawty know I love that head, I love that migraine
And I just wanna be new Beyoncé
‘krill so big, it’s like an arcade

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

Slim Thug – Boss Life Lyrics

SLIM THUG
Boss Life Lyrics

Like A Boss

[Intro]
f**k that nigga Slim! You the motherf**king boss!

[Chorus]
I call shots – like a boss
Stack knots – like a boss
Cop drops – like a boss
On top – like a boss
Paid Tha Cost – like Tha Bo$$
When I floss – like a boss
Big house – like a boss
Rep the North – like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherf**king boss!

[Verse]
I’m Slim Thugger motherf**ker! Tha Boss of all bosses
That’s right! AKA – he who the King of the North is!
Wars won, no losses; who wanna compete?
With the chief of the police, who got the keys to the streets
I’m a full time hustler, part-time rhymer
I’m having thangs Pha-real [Pharrell] You punks ain’t no Grinders
You fools just went to school and learned to use Pro Tools?
And tried to copy ya G moves off the ten o’clock news
You can’t survive in my shoes or afford to pay my dues
Wit your cartoon crews, you niggaz destined to lose!
I rock Eminem and 50 Cent crowds
And spend most of my weekends cruising above clouds
From the West to the Southway to the East Coast
I switch time zones more than ho’s switch clothes
I was born to be on top (top), born to call shots (shots)
Born to cop drops and trick off fats knots, like a boss!

[Chorus]
I call shots – like a boss
Stack knots – like a boss
Cop drops – like a boss
On top – like a boss
Paid Tha Cost – like Tha Bo$$
When I floss – like a boss
Big house – like a boss
Rep the North – like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherf**king boss!

[Verse]
Call me Sarge, I’m the head nigga in charge
You see the B on the ‘Nage parked in the garage?
I’m the coach, I wrote them plays for my team
Hah! I’m the mastermind behind these teams wit green
I call all the shots, provide all the knots
Supply all the rocks and sponsor all the spots
I stay on the top floor, got the executive suite
Sit in the corner chair where me and my niggaz meet
Sport the Presendential Rolly, got a driver that drive
I don’t open doors no more, he do it from outside
At the club, they lock off V.I.P. for me
And send bottle after bottle to my section for free
Hah! You see this rock hanging on my pinkie ring?
I’m respected in these streets, they treat me like a King
I get accepted like family, your house is my house
I guess that’s why they call me – Slim Thug Tha Boss!

[Chorus]
I call shots – like a boss
Stack knots – like a boss
Cop drops – like a boss
On top – like a boss
Paid Tha Cost – like Tha Bo$$
When I floss – like a boss
Big house – like a boss
Rep the North – like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherf**king boss!

[Chorus]
I call shots – like a boss
Stack knots – like a boss
Cop drops – like a boss
On top – like a boss
Paid Tha Cost – like Tha Bo$$
When I floss – like a boss
Big house – like a boss
Rep the North – like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherf**king boss!

[Outro]
f**k that! Y’all niggaz talking shit?!
Y’all come to the Northside
And see who the motherf**king boss is. Slim Thug!

B.o.B – Shhh (Elements Album)

[Hook]
Shhh, I got a secret x2
Shhh, come closer
(come here bitch)
Smack some sense in your ass x4
Like a pimp, like a, like a pimp
Smack some sense in your ass x2

[Verse 1]
Like a pimp on your ass
I hope I offended your ass
Hoe playin pretend with your ass
Burst your bubble like a pimple, my bad
Chicken little, throw em out the window like a demo
Camo black on black, I keep it simple
That No Genre on me, only symbol
Distracting the shit out your ass
Terms and conditions your ass
Better remember me right
If I disappear Copperfield on your ass
Now run like the pigs on your ass
And they got evidence to pin on your ass
30 years on your ass
I don’t even remember your ass
Barking up the wrong tree
Beating around the wrong bush
Reading off the wrong page
Reading out the wrong book
It ain’t a big deal to your ass
If it don’t make no sense to your ass
I say I’m all about peace
But I’ll still smack the shit out your ass

[Hook]
Shhh, I got a secret x2
Shhh, come closer
(come here bitch)
Smack some sense in your ass x4
Like a pimp, like a, like a pimp
Smack some sense in your ass x2

[Verse 2]
Hold on to your horses
Stay looking for an O-Z like I’m Dorothy
These niggas ain’t as hard as they record us
You just a gangster on Pro Tools
You faker than O’doul’s
Can’t nobody here extort me
We, we ain’t dating, we recordin
Pimping stiff as rigamortis
Probably from counting bands and drinking 40’s

[Hook]
Shhh, I got a secret x2
Shhh, come closer
(come here bitch)
Smack some sense in your ass x4
Like a pimp, like a, like a pimp
Smack some sense in your ass x2