Sheck Wes – Kyrie Lyrics

[Chorus]
Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie
Ballin’ like I’m Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie
I mix it, like Byrie, B-B-B-Byrie
Sauce ’em up, Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie
[Verse 1]
Bitch! (Mudboy)
You know I’m on the green team (Bitch!)
Uh, boogers in my ear, make them say “Bling-bling” (Ching)
You know I’m the bomb, ball like I’m on TNT
Huh, Jayson Tatum, rookie, how I’m ballin’ in the sleeve (Sleeve)
Racks in my jeans (Jeans)
No ash on my fleece (Nah)
First round draft picks, throw ’em in the V (Car)
Two plus two, that’s fo’
I give ’em to the Cleve
Go divide two 11, sauce ’em up, that’s me ballin’
Like I’m at the JBC, huh
Ballin’ on the floor, you watch me from the nosebleeds
Talkin’ shit, I lay him down like Kyrie
[Chorus]
K-K-Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie (I sauce ’em)
I sauce ’em up like Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie (I sauce ’em)
I mix it, like Byrie, B-B-B-Byrie (Bitch! Caution, danger
Caution, caution
Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie
Might break your ankle
Saucin’
Bitch! Suck my dick! Yeah)
I mix it, like Byrie, B-B-B-Byrie (I sauce ’em)
[Verse 2]
I said, uh
Young nigga, 19 (Teen)
Jayson Tatum, rookie, how I’m ballin’ in this league (Zero)
I said, “Ooh shit”
Rookie in this league, huh
Jayson Tatum, how I’m ballin’ on this team
I said, “Ooh shit”
Caution, danger (Oh shit)
Don’t try to guard me (Don’t guard me)
Might break your ankle
I said, “Ooh shit” (Bitch!)
Crossing danger (Caution)
I cross you over, and break your ankles
I said, “Ooh bitch” (Bitch!)
You know I’ll tame you (Tame you)
You say you taken (Taken)
I shake your ankles (Shake it)
I said, “Ooh bitch”
I be dunkin’ (Dunkin’)
And a layup (Huh-huh)
Have to 2K it
[Chorus]
I said K-K-Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie
I sauce ’em up like Kyrie, B-B-B-Byrie
Mix it, like Byrie, B-B-B-Byrie
Sauce ’em up like Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie
[Outro]
K-K-Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie
(Ooh shit, crossing danger)
Balling on these niggas like I’m at the, at the
At the JBC (Ooh shit)
At the, at the JBC (Crossing danger, cross you over)
Might break your ankles
Mudboy! Oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit Yeah)
Sauce it up like Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie (Bitch! [Intro]
Kyrie, where’s LeBron?

Sheck Wes – Wanted Lyrics

I mean, that’s what it is, niggas
Bitch! Mudboy! [Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Mudboy! Roll it up, puff-puff, pass-pass
Never too many, grab bags
Too many hoes with fat ass
Hole in the back of your head like a snapback
It ain’t no scheme when you tryna get the scouts back (Bitch)
Too many funny, shit like “Nigga, where the scouts at?” (Where?)
I like bad hoes (Bitch), they like me back (Yeah)
I got mad hoes (Yeah), gotta subtract (I got hoes)
Nigga ain’t tried me so don’t watch that (I got hoes)
‘Til a nigga try me, don’t watch that (No)
I ain’t Dej Loaf (Try me), nigga try that (Try me)
Get toe-tagged (Bitch), get body-bagged (Try me)
Cause we gon’ turn up, and leave the boy sad
‘Cause in the fucking world, this shit gets so mad
But it’s a grimy world, we was ’bout that (‘Bout that)
If i’s a grimy world, then niggas bout that
Bitch! Bitch! (One, two)
[Verse 1]
Where’s the, where’s the… gas, gas? Gas, gas
(With my, with my, with my, with my)
Bitch, bitch
Immigrants, nigga
(Broke boys)
Bitch! Bitch! [Chorus]
‘Cause on 14th Street, I was wanted (Wanted)
34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
116th, I was wanted (Yeah)
It’s a grimy world (Bitch) ’cause niggas on shit (Yeah)
116th, I was wanted (Wanted)
34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
14th street, I was wanted (Bitch)
If it’s a grimy world (Bitch), then niggas ’bout shit (Uh)
[Verse 2]
Sheck Wes the hottest in the country (Uh)
Pull up on you blowin’ straight funky (Funky)
Lil Jon, how I get crunky (Yeah)
She on that posion (Uh), gettin’ drunk, yeah
Like I got asthma, can never leave the pump, yeah
‘Cause it’s a grimy world (Huh), ’cause niggas want want shit (want shit)
They’ll suffocate ya, like so quick
But this shit in my nature, I grew up too quick
I used to take the train to act a ass in public (Public)
And now my fuckin’ bae still act a ass in public (Yeah)
Lust boys, 30-plus, you should rush it
Run up in the spot, and go dummy (Uh)
Where we from, they don’t give, so we don’t got shit (Got shit)
They leave us young niggas with no options (No options)
They leave us young niggas with the robbin’ (Robbin’)
But I was Robin Hood (Hood), when I was robbin’ (Givin’)
Free my brother, AP, went down for the plottin’ (Bitch!)
Free my nigga, Mike, he went down for the plottin’ (Bitch)
Where we from, they don’t give, so we don’t got shit (Bitch)
‘Cause it’s a grimy world, and niggas ’bout shit (‘Bout shit)
[Chorus]
I said on 14th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
116th, I was wanted (Bitch)
If it’s a grimy world (Bitch), then niggas ’bout shit (Yeah)
59th street, I was wanted (Woo!)
Lustboys, nigga, we was wanted (Uh-uh)
Lustboys stay fucking wanted (Uh)
‘Cause we was young niggas (Bitch) that never had shit (Broke boys)
Gas, gas
‘Cause we was young niggas that never had shit (Broke boys)
Gas, gas
(With my, with my)
Bitch! Bitch!

Sheck Wes – Gmail Lyrics

Bitch! Let me explain it
[Interlude]
It’s the only word…
Where I can feel and hear all my anger
It don’t got nothin’ to do with like bitches
It’s just-
Bitch! [Verse 2]
I live a, I live a mudboy lifestyle, killers on speed dial
Don’t fuck with Sheck Wes, we gon’ break a ki’ down
Call that bitch 2K, how she blow me out
Shoot it on the 4K, might just put the leak out
Hot boy lifestyle, pull up with them thangs out
Nigga, I’m from New York, outside where we hang out
I just sip that poison, niggas sippin’ tea now
I don’t do the gossip, gossip, that’s for females
Ugh, you can cop it, but never for retail
Prices, couldn’t top it, flip it, profit resale
I like real bad bitches, I like dress with pink nails
I’m young and misguided, but I’m so into detail
[Chorus]
Legend like Kobe (Gas is my cologne)
Scrappy like Sprewell (Good fragrance what we smell)
Sheck Wes eight time (Packs comin’ in)
Sheck like Kobe, Sprewell (Send it by the Gmail)
Legend like Kobe (Gas is my cologne)
Scrappy like (Good fragrance what we smell)
Packs comin’ in
Send it by the Gmail
Legend like Kobe
Scrappy like Sprewell
Sheck Wes eight time
Sheck like Kobe, Sprewell
Gas is my cologne
Good fragrance what we smell
Packs comin’ in
Send it by the Gmail
Packs comin’ in
Send it by the G, G
Packs comin’ in
Packs, packs, packs comin’ in
Send it by the Gmail
Good fragrance is what we smell
[Outro]
(Uh, na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na-na
Na-na)
Mudboy
(Na-na-na-na)
I was wanted (Na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na)
Mudboy
I was wanted, wanted
Bitch! [Intro]
Sheck Jesus
Fuckin’
Sheck Jesus, Sheck, Sheck Jesus
Sheck Jesus, Sheck, Sheck Jesus
Sheck Jesus, Sheck, Sheck Jesus (Mudboy, Mudboy)
Sheck Jesus, Sheck, Sheck Jesus (Mudboy, Mud-Mudboy, Mudboy)
Sheck Jesus, Sheck, Sheck Jesus (Mudboy, Mud-Mudboy, Mudboy)
Sheck Jesus, Sheck, Sheck Jesus
Sheck Jesus (Jesus, bitch)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me (Hell no)
I just been so hot that I’ve been movin’ lowkey
Put Prius in my blunt, ain’t smokin’ no more O.G
It was fun and games, now it’s back to controlling
‘Cause… (Bitch)… I’m a fuckin’ star (Huh?)
Dead niggas, all up at my side (Bitch)
Dead niggas all up on my car (Huh?)
Anger in my thoughts, no trust up in my heart
Told my fuckin’ niggas, “It’s to the fuckin’ top”
Put it on my niggas, I can’t stop goin’ hard
I said, “Pull up to my body shop and get a paint job, bitch
Or don’t call this mechanic for the face job, bitch”
I hate to be explicit, I need face time, bitch
Why I say bitch so much?

Sheck Wes – WESPN Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Mudboy
Bitch
E-S, E-S, ESPN
They don’t like my rap style (Nah)
Now they want features (Nah)
I turned all my doubters, into my believers (Sheck Wes)
Arguin’ my damn ma (Fuck)
Fightin’ with my teachers (Bitch)
Skip my game for the fashion show (For the show)
One of my best decisions (Facts)
Backwood addiction (I got it)
I got a Backwood addiction
Ain’t the THC, that’s facts, non-fiction
Or is this shit fiction? You niggas can stuck, don’t call
Please don’t call, don’t call Sheck, Wes no more
Cause I ain’t pickin’ up my mothafuckin’ phone (Bitch)
[Refrain]
Do not disturb, put it on the phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the motherfuckin’ dough
Do not disturb, put it on my phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the motherfuckin’ dough
[Chorus]
E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S (Bitch)
[Verse 3]
They just want the turnt shit (Turn up, bitch)
They don’t like the sad music (Nigga, burn up)
Sheck Wes been in a sad state (A sad state)
You ain’t never had to do shit, huh? (Never)
You ain’t never had to (Fuck) go through shit (Bitch)
You ain’t ever have to (Fuck) go and shoot shit (Never)
You ain’t never had to (What?) go and shoot shit
‘Cause you ain’t never had to go through shit
You ain’t, you ain’t never had to
[Refrain]
That’s, that’s why do not disturb, put it on the phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talking about the motherfuckin’ dough (Bitch)
[Outro]
ESPN, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN (Kyrie)
W-E-S, E-S, we don’t need top ten (Yeah, bitch)
Do not disturb, put it on my phone
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more (Bitch)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
W-E-S, E-S
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like) But remember in school, I ain’t pay attention
In school, I ain’t pay attention
[Chorus]
I watched E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him (Yeah)
W-E-S, E-S, we don’t need top ten (Yeah, bitch)
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S
[Verse 2]
Goin’ through a damn phase (Through a phase)
Goin’ through a damn change (Cosmos)
Goin’ through my damn passport (Passport)
I been goin’ through these damn pages
Smokin ‘on matter
Hoes sniffing on powder (Sniff, sniff)
The money bring the power
But the money bring you problems, so when..

Phora – Back Then Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
I mean it’s crazy how everything changes so fast
Mm
[Chorus]
Yeah, they ain’t love me back then but they fuck with me now
Yeah, they ain’t love me back then but they fuck with me now
Yeah, they ain’t love me back then but they fuck with me now
Yeah, they ain’t love me back then but they fuck with me now
I just been takin’ my time
Can’t nobody take from my shine
I just wanna have love in my soul
I don’t want no more tears in my eyes
Yeah, they ain’t love me back then but they fuck with me now
Yeah, they ain’t love me back then but they fuck with me now
Yeah, they ain’t love me back then but they fuck with me now
Yeah, they ain’t love me back then but they fuck with me now
[Verse]
(I like it when she talk that)
(I’m from PCH with the top back)
Yeah, every time I wake up, thank the lord for the day
Thankful for the blessings that’s comin’ my way
Thankful for my family they give me the strength
I’m in need of good energy findin’ my place
I ain’t got time for the talk and I ain’t got time for the fake
Workin’ through the day ain’t got time for no breaks
It’s funny everybody got somethin’ to say
But I could never let no one get in the way, no
She know how I like it when she talk that
I’m from PCH with the top back
Heard a couple things that they sayin’ but
My whole team really with it if you want that
Want that, you don’t want that
Fuck is you saying, you don’t want that
Oh yeah, oh yeah
She know how I like it when she talk that (ay, ay, ay, ay)
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me back then (hmm, mm)
It’s all different now
[Chorus]
Yeah, they ain’t love me back then but they fuck with me now
Yeah, they ain’t love me back then but they fuck with me now
Yeah, they ain’t love me back then but they fuck with me now
Yeah, they ain’t love me back then but they fuck with me now
I just been takin’ my time
Can’t nobody take from my shine
I just wanna have love in my soul
I don’t want no more tears in my eyes
Yeah, they ain’t love me back then but they fuck with me now
Yeah, they ain’t love me back then but they fuck with me now
Yeah, they ain’t love me back then but they fuck with me now
Yeah, they ain’t love me back then but they fuck with me now

Atmosphere – Delicate Lyrics

[Verse]
That little kid in the window’s looking out at the winter like:
“This whole world is mine if I can get this bitch to shine”
There’s no kind of friction to find
‘Cause ain’t nobody runnin’ towards the same finish line
Looking at the dirty snow in the street make you believe
Everybody must’ve just adjusted to the grief
Choose what you use to motivate yourself
You can either hate me or you can hate yourself
Can’t trust your fears
You spent a whole bunch of years being judged by peers
All you wanted was to touch my ears
And get inside of my head like: “What the fuck’s in here?”
Had to take space from the hazardous waste
Save the rags for acid rain flashbacks
If it can wash off that awful toxic aftertaste
Maybe that can replace all your trash bags
Baby, I don’t know, but you’re obviously feeling yourself
And that’s a beautiful thing, I hope you’re real with yourself
‘Cause all we got is ourselves and these mouths to feed
And those keys on your belt that held you down on your knees
Whatever dawg, I’m not the underdog
I’m just a side effect of following my thumbs through the fog
I’m outta here, all apologies to your kids
Your whole forest on fire, hollerin’ ’bout the bridge
And everybody tryna do they best
But everybody’s best didn’t take the same piss test
I guess I should expect resentment affects perspective and context
And you’ve perfected your bomb threats
Yeah, we get high and we gon’ die
But either way, those leaves don’t lie
And as the seasons go by, more friends say bye
Less luggage makes it easier to fly
[Chorus]
And when the trees turn to skeletons, listen
You can hear the bones rattle in the wind
It’s a delicate condition
Everything’s gotta go if you wanna know what’s underneath the skin
We all have the capacity to take it there
But if I’m gonna use gravity to take it there
That’s a delicate condition, I’m not in the position
To tell how you livin’
And when the trees turn to skeletons, listen
You can hear the bones rattle in the wind
It’s a delicate condition
Everything’s gotta go if you wanna know what’s underneath the skin
We all have the capacity to take it there
But if I’m gonna use gravity to take it there
That’s a delicate condition, I’m not in the position
To tell how you livin’
And when the trees turn to skeletons
You can hear the bones rattle in the wind
It’s a delicate condition

Mario – Goes Like That Lyrics

You’re surprised that I never told you that
[Chorus]
I remember how it feels to love you
I think it goes like that
I wouldn’t put anybody above you
I think it goes like that
I remember how it feels to love you
I think it goes like that
I wouldn’t put anybody above you
I think it goes like that
I think it goes like that, I think it goes like that
I think it goes like that, I think it goes like that
I think it goes like that, I think it goes like that
I think it goes like that, I think it goes like that You’re surprised that I never told you that
[Chorus]
I remember how it feels to love you
I think it goes like that
I wouldn’t put anybody above you
I think it goes like that
I think it goes like that, I think it goes like that
I think it goes like that, I think it goes like that
[Verse 2]
Pull up to Lavender Blue
That’s if you in the mood
I got the table for two
That’s just for me and you, yeah
Then we can take the next flight out to B-more
I got my whole family ready to meet you
[Pre-Chorus]
Then you know what’ll happen after that
When we rock out the vibe is automatic
If I stay would you promise to never go back? [Verse 1]
Baby, I’m in town
You know that I’ll be in and out
I heard you’re still around
Meet me at In-N-Out
I’ll come to Inglewood
Then maybe we can smoke it out
[Pre-Chorus]
Then you know what’ll happen after that
When we rock out the vibe is automatic
If I stay would you promise to never go back? You’re surprised that I never told you that
[Chorus]
I remember how it feels to love you
I think it goes like that
I wouldn’t put anybody above you
I think it goes like that
I think it goes like that, I think it goes like that
I think it goes like that, I think it goes like that
[Bridge]
Bills paid for you, baby, it’s my pleasure
You’re my diamond, girl, but with me there’s no pressure
I talked to God and I tell him “I finally met her”
He said “Boy, you gotta go get her”
[Pre-Chorus]
Then you know what’ll happen after that
When we rock out the vibe is automatic
If I stay would you promise to never go back?

Bethel Music – Peace Be Still Lyrics

[Instrumental]
[Verse 1]
I don’t want to be afraid
Every time I face the waves
I don’t want to be afraid
I don’t want to be afraid
I don’t want to fear the storm
Just because I hear it roar
I don’t want to fear the storm
I don’t want to fear the storm
[Chorus]
Oh, peace be still
Say the word and I will
Set my feet upon the sea
Till I’m dancing in the deep
Oh, peace be still
You are here so it is well
Even when my eyes can’t see
I will trust the voice that speaks
[Verse 2]
I’m not gonna be afraid
‘Cause these waves are only waves
Oh, I’m not gonna be afraid
No, I’m not gonna be afraid
Oh, I’m not gonna fear the storm
You are greater than its roar
Oh, I’m not gonna fear the storm
No, I’m not gonna fear at all, yeah
[Chorus]
Oh, peace be still
Say the word and I will
Set my feet upon the sea
Till I’m dancing in the deep
Oh, peace be still
You are here so it is well
Even when my eyes can’t see
I will trust the voice that speaks
Peace, yeah, peace, Lord
Over me, yeah
[Bridge]
Let faith rise up
Oh heart believe
Let faith rise up in me
Oh let faith rise up
Oh heart believe
Let faith rise up in me
Oh let faith rise up
Oh heart believe
Let faith rise up in me, oh-oh-ooh
Let faith rise up
Oh heart believe it
Let faith rise up in me, yeah
[Chorus]
Oh, peace be still
Say the word and I will
Set my feet upon the sea
Till I’m dancing in the deep, Lord
Peace be still
You are here so it is well
Even when my eyes can’t see
Oh, I will trust the voice that speaks
Peace, yeah, peace, Lord
Over me, yeah
We need Your peace, Jesus
Your peace, yes
Over us
[Spontaneous 1]
Oh, let Your peace come into this room
Oh, come into this room
And still every anxious heart
Still every anxious heart
Oh, let Your peace come into, to this room
Still every anxious heart, Jesus
Still every anxious heart, oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh
Only You can do it, yeah
Woah-oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooooh
Ooooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooooh
Oooh-ooh-ooh
[Spontaneous 2]
Where there were shackles You brought keys, hmm-hmmm
Where there were shackles You brought keys
Where there were shackles You brought keys
Keys of peace, hmm-hmm-hmm-hmmm
Come and still every anxious heart
Come and still every anxious heart, hm-hm-hm-hmm
We believe, Jesus
[Spontaneous 3]
Come [and fall?] in this place
Come and bring all the slaves free
Come [forth?] in this place
Come bring all the slaves free
[Spontaneous 4]
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know (You are God)
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know (You are God)
Let’s sing that out
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know (You are God)
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know
Sing it out over your heart
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know (that You are God)
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know, yeah
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know…
He’s enough
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know
I will be still and know (that You are God)
I will be still and know
I will be still and (know that You are God)
(I will be still and know) ooooooh, ooooh
You carry me
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know…
Long after the music fades, oh-ooh-oooh
[Outro]
I will be still (and know that You are God)
(I will be still and know)
Oh Lord, after the music fades
One more time, sing out
I will be still (and know that You are God)
I will be still and know

Young Thug – Massacre Lyrics

I’ma get that bitch inside the shower
Then read it to her like a browser
Uh, yeah, this stick can multiply it and go divide it
If you really ’bout it take that mask off your face
And don’t try to hide it
Don’t disguise yourself (La, la, la)
Unless you need help (La-la-la-la)
Known to come by myself (La, la, la)
Meet me at the steps (La-la-la-la)
Look at the camera, I’m there (La, la, la)
I’m not scared of death (La-la-la-la)
Plus I’m the reason that you wanna shelf (La, la, la)
Play the cards that was dealt (woo!)
Live life like the Joker
I thought that I told ’ya
You know me, I’m not local
I’m one with that [?]
You the Bombay [?]
But I’ll take your soul out
And I’m tryna take you all out
Put bombs in your girl’s [?]
[Chorus]
Ma-ssa-cre (woo!), la-la-la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre, war ready baby
Ma-ssa-cre (yeah!), la-la-la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre-ah-ahh
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Chorus]
La, la, la, la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre (woo!), la-la-la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre, war ready baby
La, la, la, la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre (yeah!), la-la-la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la-
Ma-ssa-cre-ah-ahh [Intro]
La, la, la, la-la-la-la
La, la, la (Ma-ssa-cre-ah-ahh), la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la-
Massacre
[Verse 1]
Abracadabra, bae
Run, don’t get captured
If you got the apple
We pop you like Snapple
Hope you got collateral
’Cause this a battle
4 5 in my coat, Minneapolis
You can’t let that [?] put a cap on it
And you know he not friendly, no dappin’ it
Hell of a fight ’cause all are some savages
Who the fuck tryna win to live frivolous
[Chorus]
Ma-ssa-cre (woo!), la-la-la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre, war ready baby
Ma-ssa-cre (yeah!), la-la-la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre-ah-ahh
[Verse 2]
First I rob you then come back, man
Who the fuck tryna do somethin’ about it?

Giggs – Do Dis Ting Lyrics

You’ll get wrapped up and tied
You’re fucking with the Pecknarm killers
But you’ll still get wrapped up alive
‘Round here, there ain’t no fakes you better get your facts right
‘Cause Hollow’s got the Mac
And you won’t get that Mac with no fries
With that Mac, you’ll get wrapped and left to the side
My Pecknizzy niggas, trust me we do this
You can tell we’re the realest
We don’t fuck with pretenders
Pecknarm, SN1, a bunch of top hitters
You don’t wanna get your top popped like a Guinness
[Chorus: Giggs]
Do dis ting
Niggas better know we
Do dis ting
Jail niggas know we
Do dis ting
Southside niggas
Do dis ting
Pecknizzy niggas
Do dis ting
Even bitches know we
Do dis ting, do dis ting
[Verse 2: Fem Fel]
Potential pistol popper, slash Crystal popper
Got the shotty in my lap feeling like a trucker
Every nigga’s staring at the lad
Since Hollow Gind, every nigga’s staring at the bag
Arms out like I’m balanced on a stunt
More guns out, niggas act silly then you dun know
I left niggas marked like a rubber band
And I let it spark, one chance I’ma drop a man
They say they ain’t heard of the Felon
I’ve been out here bringing half-a-bird in for seven
And I’m pissed off, bitch niggas get it criss-crossed
I creep on a rich nigga with my shit cocked
And I’m still good with the metaphor
Trey-pound seen more spins than a record store
Felon I’m a legend on this rap ting
One diss and it’s definitely a strap ting
[Chorus: Giggs]
Do dis ting
Niggas better know we
Do dis ting
Jail niggas know we
Do dis ting
Southside niggas
Do dis ting
Pecknizzy niggas
Do dis ting
Even bitches know we
Do dis ting, do dis ting
[Verse 3: Giggs]
I’ma, show you prats what a banger is
I’ma show you niggas what immaculate swagger is
Look how expensive the jacket is
I ain’t gotta mention my strategies
Back where the manor is
Strapping the cannabis
Blacked-out whip, with the strap in the back of it
Or it might be packed with a bag of chips
A-class, I ain’t gotta mention my category
Vexed that I’m trapping
He shouldn’t even think ’bout attacking me
Niggas better step from the back of me
If I pull the spesh out my jacket
Me and Gunna Dee might flip out and press shit erratically
Don’t try make a mug of me, what’s the matter b
My niggas stay sucker-free, ain’t no jacking me
And we ain’t fucking with the D’s, ain’t no ratting g
Pecknarm niggas are the greaziest packing heat [Intro: Giggs]
Yeah, Hollowman
Gunna, Felon
Welcome 2 Boomzville
Cash in the rassclart building
It’s nothing
[Verse 1: Gunna Dee + Fem Fel]
Snitches in the station leaving letters like the mailman
Bitch niggas pointing fingers like they just got their nails done
I do early robberies to start my daytime
You can say I wake up, just to make you lay down
But don’t act up, or I’ll make you stay down
You wanna act up and hide?

Giggs – Do or Die Lyrics

Mixed race, screwface, two face
Squeeze baller guys like toothpaste
Do or die blood! They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Who am I, blood? That’s the motto the real niggas’ll feel me
The fake niggas’ll not show, love
‘Cause they know that we’re gangster
And if they know the mash ain’t here
Then they know that the shanks are
Step close then I poke up your man, cha
Getting dough is the focus of my gang, brah
That’s we roll on ’em, hold ’em in the van
And let this likkle nigga know that we’re going to the bank
Let him hear the sound from the Heckler & Kosch
It’s going down when we pepper your spot
It’s going down, but I ain’t Yung Joc
Walk it out, don’t talk it out, let that gun pop
Pop, let that gun pop
But only if it’s necessary, get them funds dog
[Chorus: Dubz + Giggs]
Who am I, blood? They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Do or die blood! They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Do or die blood! ‘Cause if I’m popping the lead
Shit’ll get worse than a hospital bed
Fuck the rest of them, I roll with the best of men
Me and the 9mm are best of friends
You keep talking ’bout your young guns
Fam I’ve got Young Guns too, like Emilio Estevez
And I ain’t going back, nah fuck a prison
I don’t rave without my strap, I ain’t fucking slipping
Last nigga fucked around with Hollowman got something in him
Thought he was a G, got capped, now he fucking isn’t
Load the shit up then I rinse it all
Plus I’ve got my gloves on, so there ain’t no prints at all
Yeah the reason might be petty, but niggas know this
I rinsed that motherfucker ’cause of principal
Talk from the heart, and I don’t need to talk when I bark
That ain’t even in my thoughts when I spark
And I ain’t even trying anymore
So my next mixtape, I’m calling ‘Walk In Da Park’
Motherfuckers know I get my mash on
Masked up, black bandana any fucking hat on
Ain’t no time for talking, turn the Mac on
The way blood’s gonna run
You can say it’s time to turn the tap on
You can say my violent side is back on
Tell them motherfuckers that the genocide is back on
Gather up my soldiers and my straps
And tell them fucking riders that it’s time for us to crack on
[Chorus: Dubz + Giggs]
Who am I, blood? [Intro: Dubz]
Yeah, these niggas ain’t on this ting
Nah, not at all
Dubz, Giggs
Not on dis ting, nah they’re not on dis ting
Spare No 1, C.R.E.A.M
Doing this ting, on dis ting fully
[Verse 1: Dubz]
Who am I blood? They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Do or die blood! They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Who am I, blood? They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
[Verse 2: Giggs]
Rolling a spliff
Yeah the food for my brain, ’cause I’m ’bout to zone out in a bit
With Boomblast controlling the hit
Niggas know what it is
And niggas know how we roll in this bitch
Shotting the press
If I got a strally in the car, better know I ain’t stopping for feds
What the fuck got up in your head? They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Do or die blood!