Young Chop – Together Lyrics

[Chorus]
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s run it up, we getting money today
We pulling up, either a Bentley or Wraith
Niggas be hiding, they don’t wanna see my face
Got mob ties, I pay a killer to [?]
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
[Verse]
Is you serious
I got the bag and I get the bag bitch is you curious
I had to go run up a sack nigga yeah I’m serious
Yeah I done found my swag yes these niggas be stealing it
I done did so much drugs yes I’m going numb to the shit
Shoot a fuck nigga in his face, I don’t remember what happened
Niggas be switching sides that shit be killling me
I’m in it for the [?] bitches you gon [?] with me
All bullshit to the side bitch is you gon die for me
Coz we get that money today
Get out my motherfucking face
I got the Glock on my waist
Gucci shades on gotta block out the hate
Niggas be bitches got feminine ways
Put a fuck nigga right in his place
That’s how I feel today
I’m chasing that bag
I’m back in the race
[Chorus]
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s get this shit together
Let’s run it up, we getting money today
We pulling up, either a Bentley or Wraith
Niggas be hiding, they don’t wanna see my face
Got mob ties, I pay a killer to [?]
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together
Let’s get this money together

Lil Tracy – I Could Fuck All My Exes Lyrics

Yeah
Yuh, yuh
I could fuck all of my exes, yuh
I could fuck all of their best friends
I can fuck all of my exes
I can fuck all of their best friends
Niggas jealous on my necklace
Tryna message all my exes
I’m just tryna get a Lexus
So I’m flexin’ n’ finessin’
Flexin’ n’ finessin’, yah
I can fuck all of my exes
My main bitch too precious
Lil mama, ain’t dressin’
I’m leavin’ my pants, yuh
Pants ’em from Paris, yuh
Girl [?] she’s parents
She said she like what I’m wearin’
Used to be a little nigga, yuh
Tracy got a lot bigger, yuh
Fuck niggas, I switched up, ay
Don’t be mad, if I don’t pick up, yeah
I’m prolly on the road, yeah
You’re prolly a hoe, yeah
I’m choosin’ all my hoe, ay
I’m choosin’ all my old hoe
I can fuck all of my exes, yuh
I could fuck all of their best friends
But I learned my lesson
My new bitch Cinderella
Think she forbidden as rella
You smoking girls more better, yuh
Glocks in the [?]
Niggas think they clever
I can fuck all of my exes
I can all of their best friends
Niggas jealous on my necklace
Tryna message all my exes
I’m just tryna get a Lexus
So I’m flexin’ n’ finessin’
Tryna pull up in a Lexus, yuh
That’s why you know that I’m flexin’
Black in the day you was flexin’, ay
Now I’m ignoring your texts, yah
If I bring to this mansion
Girl will be your ex bitch, yah
I could fuck all of my exes, yuh
But I live in the present, yuh

Young Thug – Terrorist Lyrics

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Jamez]
They done brought the [?] out
Bring the tools out
911, bring the tools out
Brrr, brrr, brrr, bring the tools out
Bitches running, chase like cars when we pull out
Me and [?] fucked some twins and we ain’t pull out
You ain’t no killer lil nigga, take the good route
I’m in the slums goin’ dumb, I brought the hood out
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
My bitch just say she love me but I do the most
I got these bitches on a jet
They goin’ from coast to coast
I do my thing, I drink my Ac’
I drink it by the dose
I lean until I fall asleep and I done wrecked the Ghost
I’ma make all this shit worth, yeah
[?], yeah
I got family that need, yeah, yeah
My momma want all new teeth, yeah
Step up to the line, I bet I could D, yeah
[?], yeah
I done stumbled upon lots of millions
Told the bitch to park and I can be there
Fuck court, fuck an FTA
I’m sharper than a bitch
[?]
I got Bob Marley in my brief case
She suck the dick and she can’t breathe, aye
[?] to the DJ
I’m flying private, I don’t know Delta
And a hundred racks in the brief case
[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Jamez]
They done brought the [?] out
Bring the tools out
911, bring the tools out
Brrr, brrr, brrr, bring the tools out
Bitches running, chase like cars when we pull out
Me and [?] fucked some twins and we ain’t pull out
You ain’t no killer lil nigga, take the good route
I’m in the slums goin’ dumb, I brought the hood out
[Verse 2: Lil Jamez]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I be in the hood, I can’t stop the flexing
Aye, I be with some killers, ain’t no fuckin’ yes men
Aye, when I hit the hood just know I got my best friends
Hold up, Thugger, what that is? (Wheezy beats) Hey! [Intro]
Lil Jamez
Times Thugger
Times Pablo, Esocobar
Udigg? That’s my Smith & Wesson
Boy I go dumb in the city, honestly running the city
Boy I got weed, I got bitches
It’s [?] the city
Lost so many homies, I’m numb to the city
Ain’t no flexing, I got killers and some drummers with me
I had some friends, I shook ’em off
They weren’t 100 with me
Lil bitch, you ain’t my bitch, keep it 100 with me
Audemar rose gold cost me 150
Tag his toe [?] hit him with 150
And your diamonds looking fu’, my shit is looking pissy
[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Jamez]
They done brought the [?] out
Bring the tools out
911, bring the tools out
Brrr, brrr, brrr, bring the tools out
Bitches running, chase like cars when we pull out
Me and [?] fucked some twins and we ain’t pull out
You ain’t no killer lil nigga, take the good route
I’m in the slums goin’ dumb, I brought the hood out
[Verse 3: Hoodrich]
[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Jamez]
They done brought the [?] out
Bring the tools out
911, bring the tools out
Brrr, brrr, brrr, bring the tools out
Bitches running, chase like cars when we pull out
Me and [?] fucked some twins and we ain’t pull out
You ain’t no killer lil nigga, take the good route
I’m in the slums goin’ dumb, I brought the hood out

Lil Reese – Circle Tight Lyrics

[Intro]
Drama time
[Chorus]
Gotta keep this circle tight (circle tight, tight)
Watch out, niggas, gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Can’t believe you turned fate (turned fate)
But why I put my trust up in a nigga, when he gon’ switch lanes (ew)
My brothers love them gun thangs (gun thangs, brrrah!)
Stay at it ’til it’s your time to send, that’s what they told me (that’s what they told me)
That’s what they told me (that’s what they told me), they never sold me (they never sold me)
That soft shit, I weep that, yeah, nigga, I peaked then (I peaked then, I peaked then)
[Verse]
Ain’t singin’ songs, I ain’t sayin’ shit, I pull up in the stain, bitch
Fuck around, pull a mean hit, fuck around, get you and your whole team hit
All my niggas with me on that same shit, my niggas, we on that gang shit (gang)
And if you ain’t on the same shit, nigga, get tired of sayin’ it
Rock out with the niggas I came with, whole lotta Glocks in this bitch, we bang shit (bang shit)
You get chains quick, tryna get a milli, I need it, bitch
Now, I do this and tryna get clout (clout)
That’s the easiest way to get to G.O.A.T (goat)
Kept his ass, put that pole up in his mouth (in his mouth?)
I’m like, “fuck nigga, what’s that sneezing shit about?” (what’s this about?)
This niggas want me, damn, they don’t like to run they mouth (they mouth)
These niggas want me, they grew up in my momma’s house (momma house)
[Chorus]
Gotta keep this circle tight (circle tight, tight)
Watch out, niggas, gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Can’t believe you turned fate (turned fate)
But why I put my trust up in a nigga, when he gon’ switch lanes (ew)
My brothers love them gun thangs (gun thangs, brrrah!)
Stay at it ’til it’s your time to send, that’s what they told me (that’s what they told me)
That’s what they told me (that’s what they told me), they never sold me (they never sold me)
That soft shit, I weep that, yeah, nigga, I peaked then (I peaked then, I peaked then)

MadeinTYO – TAKE ME BACK ON THE HIGHWAY Lyrics

Don’t trat me like no [?]
[?] switch positions
[Chorus]
Take me back on the highway
You’re my queen, you excite me
3000 goin’ [?]
Take me back, take me back
Take me back on the highway
Take me back on the highway
Take me back, take me back
Take me back on the highway
Take me back on the highway [Intro]
Take me back
Take me back on the highway
3000 goin’ [?]
You’re my queen, you excite me
I’m your king, in a driveway
Know I’m always trippin’, and you’re always there for me
You’re always tripping, but I’m always on the [?]
I’m always on the road now
[Chorus]
Take me back on the highway
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, okay
I’m gone all day but I’ll be right back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back on the highway
Take me back, take me back on the highway
Take me back, take me back
Take me back on the highway
[Bridge]
Tell me, am I wrong am I [?]?