Kevin Gates – Wetty (Freestyle) Lyrics

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[Intro]
AXL (AXL, AXL)
Yeah
Khaza

[Verse 1]
Erraticism for the first time when I drove you back outta Texas (Texas, woah)
Different feeling in the front room by the fireplace when we sexin’ (Oh)
Move the mirror to the bedroom so I can see you, only if you let me (Oh)
Blood all on my ugh, ate you on the rag, I know I’m aggressive (Uh)
Because of the quarantine, we been meeting up, goin’ joggin ‘ together (Oh)
Calisthenics, stretching (Stretch), fitness, preference (Preference)
Kettle bell, deadlift (Yeah), plyometrics (Yeah)
Question, tell me, hey, why you so sexy? (Yeah)
Nike tights with the Vapormax, with your back out doing core work (Ooh)
Made love when we fucked first, tonight go to show you how the Lord work
Plain Jane, not flashy (Uh-uh)
Workin’ out, busy craftin’ (Yeah)
Heart froze and my soul cold
Might need to put on a jacket (Brr)
She [?1min00], take dick in the ass, I love her she nasty (Brr)
Trickin’ on her, bought a bag
Life was depressin’, she makin’ me happy (For real?)
Small altercation, I ain’t with my main
But I’m in the route of advancin’

[Chorus]
I cut off my finger to save my hand and this is how I got established
I cut off a knee them made ’em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson (Wow)
My heart goes out to Young Chop, in the industry they gon’ blackball him (Uh)
I sold hard with the gun cocked, I’m in the streets and the pack callin’
Crash site seven minutes from my house, rest in peace to the Black Mamba
This here goin’ to Virginia, got a hunnid ki’s in a black Honda

[Verse 2]
You doin’ that times ten, brick it, sell legit, on the truck haulin’
They don’t wanna see me win, bitch ass friends want me in the mud crawlin’
Took the hurt that they give, worked it with the pen, started coming up off it (Huh)
I cannot pretend, slide in your DM, you know that’s a plug callin’
I was only here to help, fuck with you, uplift you, that’s enough talkin’ (For real?)
I would not open up to them again, your man, they show a love caution
I believed in myself, won’t become salty, look at what comes after
.762 clip, this a high power fiber optic, firin’ at you
Read a news clip about the virus, not excited, I forgot all about it
Need all the space, now give me some room
Turn up the bass and it goin’ boom
Tatted the face of a hater, was sadly mistaken but Kevin won’t get it removed
What Mr. T gotta think, if he see how naive I can be, he’ll pity the fool
Now I pay attention to what’s in my spirit ’cause it done got clearer, it tell me to the move
Don’t give it no energy, don’t even mention it, all of that envy will come back to you
My name in the scripture, I’m one of them hitters
I’m back on my shit and I know what to do (Listen)

[Chorus]
Listen, I cut off my finger to save my hand, that’s how I got established (Yeah)
I cut off a knee them made ’em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson (Yeah)
My heart goes out to Young Chop, and the industry they gon’ blackball him
I sold hard with the gun cocked, I’m in the streets and them pack callin’
Crash site seven minutes from my house, rest in peace to the Black Mamba
This here goin’ to Virginia, got a hunnid ki’s in a black Honda

[Outro]
A hunnid ki’s in a black Honda
A hunnid ki’s in a black Honda
My heart goes out to Young Chop, and the industry they gon’ blackball him
Crash site seven minutes from my house, rest in peace to the Black Mamba
I sold hard with the gun cocked, I’m in the streets and them pack callin’
This here goin’ to Virginia, got a hunnid ki’s in a black Honda

G Herbo – All Day Lyrics

[Intro: G Herbo]
Young Chop on the beat
G Herbo
You know I’m a street nigga–real street nigga and that’s common sense
Everybody know you ‘posed to get money, stay out the way

Lookin’ down the barrel of that hammer for my last time
Made me slow down, look at life
Why I’m just gon’ give you mine?
’09 I was doin’ fine
Broke as fuck, school shirts, on the bus
Since I been gettin’ paper, shit ain’t holdin’ up
I never break nigga, fold for what?
Every damn waist still loaded up
Roll it up
If you throwin’ Bs, nigga, hold it up
Niggas know what up
If you book me for a show, know I sold it up
Soon as he pull up through the back of the door, got them poles wit’ us
And I’m froze as fuck
Only pick up 10K bankrolls and up
10K, that’s a backend
Pull another 100 racks out the bank, put it back in
Be safe if you lackin’
How ’bout blow the whole 30 shots and get back in?
Keep your head up in the rack then
Yeah, okay, get whacked then
Better have in your back then
Better keep the strap on your lap then
Better keep your homies on [?]
I’m just gon’ put one up in yo’ chest then
Better go faster than the feds then
Okay, we givin’ face shots, nothin’ less than
On the block 24, no restin’
Stand over niggas, drop 10 out FNs
I don’t give a fuck, I done lost my best friend
All this money must be why I’m stressed then
Too many times I was close to death in the streets
I’ma keep gridin’, keep gettin’ checks in
Gotta kill by any means
Enemy next to me
I can’t accept defeat
Pickin’ up three [?] every weekend, that’s a least 60 racks a week

[Chorus: G Herbo]
Alleys, corners, hallways
Placin’ orders all day
Postin’ out there wit’ them pistols all day
I been wit’ my niggas out there all day
Alleys, corners, hallways
Placin’ orders all day
Postin’ out there wit’ them pistols all day
I been wit’ my niggas out there all day

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
Everything I gotta grind for
You know I work hard for mines, bro
They showed me love when I was broke, then they changed when I singed, bro
Everybody turn their back on me
Swear to God, that’s a fact homie
At first them niggas they was black wit’ me, then they went a little black on me
They got a little more dogs
I got a little more smart
I backed away from that bullshit, then I got a little more far
I’m the most gangster nigga from my city
I don’t wanna know ’cause it ain’t my business
I don’t give a fuck about her feelings
Fuck that bitch I don’t want that bitch, I don’t want dealings
I was in a drug bust wit’ my dope on the backseat
Gun on the front seat wit’ my ankle bracelet on my feet
I been on the block all day
Shot a nigga in the hallway
Have you ever ran in the corner store, pulled a stickup broad day?
Shout out grandma ’cause she put me out
Shout out every nigga ever [?] me out
Same nigga threw a cross at me, same nigga that ain’t wit’ me now
Same niggas when I went to jail, they ain’t make my [?]
Same bitch broke bad when I did time
Same nigga fucked my bitch when I was on the run

[Chorus: G Herbo]
Alleys, corners, hallways
Placin’ orders all day
Postin’ out there wit’ them pistols all day
I been wit’ my niggas out there all day
Alleys, corners, hallways
Placin’ orders all day
Postin’ out there wit’ them pistols all day
I been wit’ my niggas out there all day

Soulja Boy – Diamonds Bitin’ (feat. Boosie Badazz) (King Soulja 6 Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
(Young Chop on the beat)
Yeah man I don’t know what the fuck going on man
Yeah man try to size this shit up nigga, stacks on deck
Pussy ass nigga fuck
Got me and Trill Sammy in this bitch
Ay, yeah, skrt, yeah, ay
Ay, (baow yeah-yeah-yeah)

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Forgiato what I’m riding
All of my diamonds they biting
Chopper bullets hit like titans
Draco bullets hit like lightening
All of my diamonds, they biting
Kicking shit like I’m Bison
Smoking purple like Vikings
All of my diamonds, they biting
[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Forgiato what I’m riding
All of my diamonds they biting
Chopper bullets hit like titans
Draco bullets hit like lightening
All of my diamonds, they biting
Kicking shit like I’m Bison
Smoking purple like Vikings
All of my diamonds, they biting

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Hit the highway it’s time to take a trip
Look at my neck, cuban link water whip
Hop out the ‘Rari looking like the president
Me and Trill Sammy in Miami kicking shit
Pour out the Hi-Tech, I pour out the Actavis
Riding through the block posted with savages
Grab up the brick then we ship it and package it
Draco make a nigga do backflips
Ice out my wrist then I ice out my other ear
Broke gang, nigga get the fuck out of here
Hop out the ‘Rari a nigga too rich
Come get your bitch, she all on my dick
Come here for serving, I came here for trapping
Catch me in Zone 1 and I’m packing
All of my niggas, you know we got ratchets
Pull up on your block, what the fuck bracking?

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Forgiato what I’m riding
All of my diamonds they biting
Chopper bullets hit like titans
Draco bullets hit like lightening
All of my diamonds, they biting
Kicking shit like I’m Bison
Smoking purple like Vikings
All of my diamonds, they biting

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Forgiato what I’m riding
All of my diamonds they biting
Chopper bullets hit like titans
Draco bullets hit like lightening
All of my diamonds, they biting
Kicking shit like I’m Bison
Smoking purple like Vikings
All of my diamonds, they biting

[Verse 2: Trill Sammy]
Beat the pussy, I’m Tyson
None of these bitches I’m wifing
Hop in the coupe with no license
Most of these bitches be trifling
Pouring the lean till I go to sleep
Come get your bitch, she up under me
Make her bend it on Versace sheets
Call up the plug for a 100 piece
Yeah my lil bitch up in Hollywood
Smoking that gas out a backwood
Dropping that top up in your hood
The (?) it’s all good
I’m leaving the bank and it’s all blue
Watch how I walk in Chanel shoes
Just cracked the seal, yeah that brand new
Sending them shots through your bullet proof

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Forgiato what I’m riding
All of my diamonds they biting
Chopper bullets hit like titans
Draco bullets hit like lightening
All of my diamonds, they biting
Kicking shit like I’m Bison
Smoking purple like Vikings
All of my diamonds, they biting

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Forgiato what I’m riding
All of my diamonds they biting
Chopper bullets hit like titans
Draco bullets hit like lightening
All of my diamonds, they biting
Kicking shit like I’m Bison
Smoking purple like Vikings
All of my diamonds, they biting