Just like we’re doing with Kendrick, Ab-Soul, Jay Rock and Stalley on the 19th, the Dopehouse is teaming up with Purple Krown and TheWellVersed to bring A$AP Rocky, ScHoolboy Q and Danny Brown to Vegas. I’ve got a couple pairs of tickets to give away and all you’ve gotta do is hit the c-section with your favorite verse from the three.
Never win things? Tickets are available for purchase here.
“Blunt After Blunt” by Danny Brown
Kush gotta nigga feeling awesome
Ate that bitch pussy ’til she squirted like a dolphin
Told her bend over, hit that shit doggy
Called her a cab then I told that bitch to call me
Danny Brown bitch, tell me what you need
I got some Adderall and fire ass weed
And they try to tell me I get too high
That’s a lie if so bitch I woulda been died
But the flow OD, don’t get cochesed, capiche?
Fuck with me, fuck around and be deceased
Rest in peace wack niggas with your oversized clothes
Complain about my jeans cause I’m taking all they hoes
Hold up, wait a minute
Your pussy ain’t shit ’til you had some Danny in it
I’m gone off a Zanny nodding off watching menace
Rolling on some purple that my nigga call Grimmace
Bitch I ain’t finish
These bars was test tubed in the lab with foreign chemist
Rolling testers on it but statistics got slumped
I’m smoking blunt after blunt
“Enjoy your mind trip, but don’t trip on your mind”
Gloomy on sunny days
Shadows no house or trees
Prayers not close to me as I bow down and take a knee
Hell goes far as the eye can see
Hoodies and weaponry
Naive to being free
Locked up we chasing keys
How ya eyes investigate us
While we look up to entertainers ball players pistol bangers
Big brothers uncles uncles
Betrayed by a lot of homies
all my friendships stay on shuffle
Huddles steady find a plan
Spread evil beyond the land
As I clench down upon this trigger
The burn fuckin burn
Every step to getting deeper
Survival my main concern
Marinating in Satan’s sweat take a sip of this holy water
Hoping God still keep me blessed
With a dark shield for my armor
Dannayyy (Die LIke a Rockstar):
Brown bless the mic like gesundheit
Bud ’bout the size of a bonzai, kick it like Muay Thai
Flow like sci-fi in high def
I’m righteous and still bust a nut up on a bitch chest
Schoolboy Q (From ‘Spiteful Chant’):
I was somewhere stuck with a flame here
Motherfucker see how far that I came here
Went broke and I came up in the same year
Can I get a hell yea?
Drop my tear, hold my joy, show my pride
(Music saved my fucking life
I’m doing right
And you left behind
Feel my pain, now I’m styling
Hermes shit, I spent a thousand
Different homes, different islands)
Dropped my mixtape and it sold like an album
Reason why I’m…
A$AP Rocky (From ‘Wassup’…. I know….Just cuz I rep Harlem. lol):
Pretty nigga in some shit you never hear of
Only thing bigger than my ego is my mirror
Yeah, clothes getting weirder
Money get longer, pretty nigga pin your hair up
The nerve of this dude
But I’m cool as a fan, 40 ounce full of brew
A$AP – Trilla
Pass some mothafuckin’ Swisher, pour some mothafuckin’ liquor
For my mothafuckin’ niggas who ain’t wit us, keep it trilla
My gold teeth, my french braids, gettin’ throwed since 10th grade
Wealth is in the mind, not the pocket, if that’s the case, then I been paid
Herringbone chain, my gold frames, my Cartiers, you small change
You bitch made, I’m old school like gemstars and switchblades
I spit game, I get paid, I pimp game
I be that pretty muthafucka, ASAP is just my nickname.
ScHoolboy Q – Blessed
Stay blessed my nigga, blessed my nigga
Really think about it, could be worse my nigga
Don’t stress my nigga, yes my nigga
We all blessed my nigga.
Danny Brown – XXX
I never leave the house ain’t slept in three days
Popping pills, writing, drinking and smoking haze
Weaving kicks and snares, tryna dodge these hooks
Keep it original something that’s overlooked
The way a nigga going might go out like Sam Cooke
Or locked up calling home for money on my books
Cause if this shit don’t work, nigga I failed at life
Turning to these drugs, now these drugs turned my life
And it’s the downward spiral, got me suicidal
But too scared to do it so these pills will be the rifle
“Mama said leave weed alone but I think I need it oh oh” – ASAP Rocky
Uh, It was all a dream, I swear it never happened
I wrote like Edgar Allen, I was po’ like Edgar Allen
Let me hit the weed, you know I really need that
Missing screws, bending rules like kneecaps
I don’t even know what’s real, I’m just being real
Making moves, you just another human being; being still
Play the fool, you jealous dudes are just a plate of food
Tell the truth, I’m the coldest cat, sabertooth
Blaze the booth, blaze the buddah, this ain’t hookah
You hit this shit a few times, you might see the future
Ask my nigga Blocka, we be rolling up that Blanka
Just retire, if I light this fire I might blow your block up
“We in space where a matter don’t matter”
a b dash s o u l infinity
Ain’t got no jewelry on still I’m shinin’ hard
Ain’t got no bodyguard walkin’ solo through the mall
Bitches and the hoes know they see me they like: “There he go!”
They be like: “There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!”
Chiefin’ like a muthafuckin’ Seminole
Here we go, off probation probably go to Me-hi-co
Furthermore, can’t find this in the store, this shit ain’t for the low
Got my daughter swaggin’ like her muthafuckin’ daddy though
The patio, what a muthafuckin’ view
Nappy chin hairs, bitch I’m muthafuckin’ Q
Uhhh, muthafucka’, muthafucka’ yeah
Fuckin’ is my favorite word, reason why I’m fuckin’ her
She swallow my dick and balls, whatever occur
Purr, I love that kitty cat
Ass fat, throw it back, I can’t believe you wifing that
Deepthroat, seven or eleven, she’s a double gulp
My pistol drawn, her boyfriend got me paranoid
Nigga try sneakin’ up on me and I’m makin’ noise
But what I failed to understand
I’m the muthafuckin’ man, ran into him, he’s a fan
Goddamn…
Schoolboy Q – Brand New Guy
345 be the big toy, now which nigga want it with the fat boy?
Clipped up like I’m paranoid, high as hell nigga, Fitzroy
Pull it off through the city like skirt
Seen that ho nigga like errr, hopped up on a nigga like murk
Put that pussy nigga in a purse
You wouldn’t be the first, cover him with dirt
Put him in the ground, he was down to earth
N’act up nigga, I been down since birth
Backpack full of random work
With two bad hoes I’ll teach you how to jerk
Teach you how to jerk, swaggin’ in my J’s
Pop me a pill and throw that pussy a rave
My prerogative ways
Nappy chin hairs with the brand new fade
Brand new nigga with the brand new venue
Sold that bitch out shoulda made that ho bigger
Killing careers make these cupcakes remember
My objective is to serve your agenda
Biggie and Nas put they ass in a blender
Sprinkle some 50 and came out this nigga
Equipped with a gat and the dick in your mouth
Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house
Twisting up weed, I’m digging her out
Just filling her out
Do all that shit you be talking about
While you gone? Shit, Netflix on your couch
What this popcorn about?
Microwave oven while you out there cuffin’
You over there lovin’
That bitch be my stuffing, like.. like we really be fucking
Asap Rocky – Leaf
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
Tired of these dances by these fucking backpackers
And I’m sick of all these hipsters, I’m sick of phony niggas
I’m sticking to these bitches, cause I’m sick of all these sisters
I’m sick and tired of tryna survive, I’m sick tired of my environment
I’m sick and tired of feeling deprived, I’m one of a kind, when in my climate
I’m sick and tired of your facade and all of your lying and all your diamonds
Basically I’m tired of feeling sick and tired
ASAP, born in money makin’ Manhattan
Every nigga on my block wanna be a Main Attrakion
Shout my nigga Squadda, shout my nigga Mondre
If you disrespect them niggas then I’m polishin’ the nadre
And I’m coming to your casa for your madre and padre
Comprende? Most of these niggas been gay or they strange
They say I sound like Andre mixed with Kanye, little bit of Max
Little bit of Wiz, little bit of that, little bit of this, get off my dick
Danny Brown XXX
Colder tExplainhan them grits they fed slaves
Me to rap is like water to raves
AK’s with bayonets on deck, rep my set
Sorta like Squidward and his clarinet
I’m in ya bitch mouth but she just fantasizing
Staring at my skinnys said it’s so tantalizing
Dog I’m strategizing, plotting on throne
The masta of the ace sitting on chrome
Dark nights tryna sleep stomach on fire
Delusional from hunger so I couldn’t get tired
Imagining the equalizer goin from green to red
Words that rhyme together just appear all in my head
Sorta like Neo with them Matrix codes
I try to escape it hoping drugs a numb a soul
Say I’m getting old and times running out
Repeating instrumentals tryna figure patterns out
I never leave the house ain’t slept in three days
Popping pills, writing, drinking and smoking haze
Weaving kicks and snares, tryna dodge these hooks
Keep it original something that’s overlooked
The way a nigga going might go out like Sam Cooke
Or locked up calling home for money on my books
Cause if this shit don’t work, nigga I failed at life
Turning to these drugs, now these drugs turned my life
And it’s the downward spiral, got me suicidal
But too scared to do it so these pills will be the rifle
Surpassing all my idols, took the wrong turn
But can’t go back now so now let that blunt burn
Cause now its my turn if I fuck it all up
Took a while to get here now I depend on these drugs
I took a while to get here now I depend on these drugs
Triple X
“We in a space where a matter don’t matter”
a b dash s o u l infinity
Remember when my first meal was school lunch
Now I spit a 16 straight with no punch
Remember all for dinner all we ate was Captain Crunch
Now we blow big blunts on the way to brunch
Went from good fella to commissary slips
Now I got back up man every time I slipped
Never ever quit, I just kept on pursuing
Teacher always ask me, what was I doing
Scribbled in my notebook and never did homework
Low attention span, guess these Adderall worked
Rocked Tommy Hil shirts, ones with the boat
Rockport kicks way before we even smoked
Used to have baby lungs, choking when I hit it
Nowadays lace a whole seven in a sitting
Remember back then we thought we growed up
Rushing at a kid just to be grown up
asap- Wait hold up, back in this mothafuckin’ bitch once again
It’s the pretty mothafucka with a 40 ounce of brew
My nigga Q and we drunker than a bitch
We gettin’ millis mothafucka yeah, uh
Nigga weed and brews, unbelieveable
Got a freak or two, in my vehicle
Got the purple drink, got the yellow drink
Then we mix it up, call it Pikachu
With a little bit of crack, little bit of dope
Little bit of smoke, little coke
Little weed, when they on them pills
Little bit of E, little bit of shrooms
Little bit of deuce, what it do, hand on the wheels
And I keep the illest, trillest bitches while I’m swaggin’ it
Crush a bit, little bit, that’s my pursuit of happiness dannybrown-
Now I spit a 16 straight with no punch
Remember all for dinner all we ate was Captain Crunch
Now we blow big blunts on the way to brunch
Went from good fella to commissary slips
Now I got back up man every time I slipped
Never ever quit, I just kept on pursuing
Teacher always ask me, what was I doing
Scribbled in my notebook and never did homework
Low attention span, guess these Adderall worked
Rocked Tommy Hil shirts, ones with the boat
Rockport kicks way before we even smoked
Used to have baby lungs, choking when I hit it
Nowadays lace a whole seven in a sitting
Remember back then we thought we growed up
Rushing at a kid just to be grown up
schoolboy-q-Ain’t got no jewelry on still I’m shinin’ hard
Ain’t got no bodyguard walkin’ solo through the mall
Bitches and the hoes know they see me they like: “There he go!”
They be like: “There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!”
Chiefin’ like a muthafuckin’ Seminole
Here we go, off probation probably go to Me-hi-co
Furthermore, can’t find this in the store, this shit ain’t for the low
Got my daughter swaggin’ like her muthafuckin’ daddy though
The patio, what a muthafuckin’ view
Nappy chin hairs, bitch I’m muthafuckin’ Q
Uhhh, muthafucka’, muthafucka’ yeah
Fuckin’ is my favorite word, reason why I’m fuckin’ her
She swallow my dick and balls, whatever occur
Purr, I love that kitty cat
Ass fat, throw it back, I can’t believe you wifing that
Deepthroat, seven or eleven, she’s a double gulp
My pistol drawn, her boyfriend got me paranoid
Nigga try sneakin’ up on me and I’m makin’ noise
But what I failed to understand
I’m the muthafuckin’ man, ran into him, he’s a fan
Goddamn…
ScHoolboy Q – Blessed:
“What it’s like for a nigga like me?
Livin’ out his backpack every night needed a new place to sleep
But this is now, nigga!
Ones for the money, two for the bitches,
Three to get ready cause I feel I finally did it.
Four’s for the jealous rapper mad because he finished,
Turn that motherfucker to a critic.
Man, I got so much shit up on my plate dawg.
I was hangin’ on them corners late
Pockets wasn’t straight, bitch
I ain’t gon’ make it at this rate, dawg.
Know what I’m sayin’?
Nigga prayin’ up to God just hopin’ that he hear a nigga.
I know the world got more problems and it’s much bigger
But I figured, I’d get some shit up off my chest.
To all my niggas I would die for,
Load my pistol up, go out and war for.
To all my niggas that’ll never make it out the streets,
Fuck it, keep goin’ hard, don’t let ‘em see you weak.
To all my niggas first time steppin’ in the pen,
Read a book and exercise, keep your spirit in.
To all my niggas that’s gon’ fuck around and die today,
Take our hats off, bow our heads and let us pray.”
Might feel like you dont have shit but recognize we all blessed my nigga!
Danny Brown – 30
Sent ya bitch a dick pic and now she need glasses
Turn your bitch Slick Rick right now if I flashed it
Ate a couple pills took the bud out the plastic
Flicking bogey ashes bitch I stay blasted
Microphone Cassius, magic with the sick shit
‘posed to been dead but bitch I’m still up in this bitch
Verbal herbal poison, words I contortion
Fucked a pregnant bitch, save money on her abortion
I feel like Billy Corgan in a church playing organ
Covering Too Short, smoking a Newport
Hurt hope the drugs will help the pain to go away
But all these thoughts up in my head made the sane go astray
Step inside a mind that revolves around the rhyme
And every time he close his eyes see visions of white lines
Dying in the arms of a blond blue eyed 20 something
Don’t know her name but the paramedics chest pumping
30 something black male OD’ed off of pills
That he wasn’t prescribed but they took his life
Let behind a daughter that doesn’t really even know him
Cause her momma thought he wouldn’t make a living off them poems
But it was a long journey on a rocky road
Had a hoody and a jacket on the bus in snow
Walking in the cold on the way to the studio
Smoking on a loosey that was just a couple years ago
Dropped a couple free mixtapes on the net
And niggas tried to front like it wasn’t all that
But guess what bitch I’m coming back
Guess what bitch I’m coming back
Signed to Fool’s Gold and everything’s all gnarly
Bitches want my number just to get up in party
Came along way from extension cords in the window
Borrowing neighbors power just to plug up the Nintendo
Where the ovens never closed and stoves never off
Every winter so cold niggas sleeping wearing scarves
But I would always tell myself that it’s gone get better
You know who you is, you the greatest rapper ever
So now the pressures on ‘em to prove that voice right
Some people never know they goals he know his whole life
So now his turn up fixing up to bat
Pitching singles to the label when I use to pitch crack
Never learned to rap I just always knew how
So ever since 8 I knew what I would now
When I turned 28 they like what you gone do now
And now a nigga 30 I don’t you heard me
So the last ten years I been so fucking stressed
Tears in my eyes let me get this off my chest
The thought of no success it got me chasing death
Doing all these drugs in hopes of OD’ing next, Triple X
ScHoolboy Q – Sacrilegious
Gloomy on sunny days
Shadows no house or trees
Prayers not close to me as I bow down and take a knee
Hell goes far as the eye can see
Hoodies and weaponry
Naïve to being free
Locked up, we chasing keys
How ya eyes investigate us
While we look up to entertainers, ball players, pistol bangers
Big brothers, uncles, uncles
Betrayed by a lot of homies, all my friendships stay on shuffle
Huddles, steady find a plan, spread evil beyond the land
As I clench down upon this trigger
The burn fuckin’ burn
Every step to getting deeper
Survival my main concern
Marinating in Satan’s sweat, take a sip of this holy water
Hoping God still keep me blessed
With a dark shield for my armor
A$AP Rocky – Pretty Flacko
Skinny nigga, Pretty Flacko, nigga gripping that chopper
Party like a rocker but my niggas wilder than Flocka
Whip game proper cause I spit to all of these boppas
I’m big-bodied partner and you niggas talking that tonka
I’m as famous as Mozart, hoes lark on my go kart
Get niggas for the Goyard it cost too much so we bogart
We take yours, nigga Deebo, hoes love that my teeth gold
My hair wild, my gold fangs, my eyes red, that’s beast mode
New hoes I keep those, bad bitch by the week, oh
It’s on, it’s on to the next ho, I pray to God that she deep throat
I ain’t going back to being broke, pussy, money and free clothes
Can’t forget about the weed smoke, niggas stick to the G code
Coming down, getting throwed, bitches all up in my zone
35, 44, niggas know we get the show
Pusherman with the kilos, iPhone full of freak hoes
Fuck you mean we ain’t wild? We crowd surf at the pre-shows
She fucking Pretty Flacko, she want that Pretty Flacko
It’s beef, I’m splitting your taco, you niggas out of your nachos
Cause bad bitches man I got those and the rose Lexes man I rock those
And I pop hoes, got a drop Rolls with a snot nose in my condo
ASAP Rocky-Peso
“Your bitches said that I’m hot, man I told her I agree
She going really think I’m hot, if I told her my degrees
Pull up in that hard-top, showing off my keys
Graduate school of hard-knocks, I can show you my degrees
Couple A, B, C’s, bad bitch double D
Popping E I don’t give a F, told you I’m a G
A.S.A.P., Stevie got it on his sleeve
But I got it on my chest, my nigga this is what I breath
Inhale, exhale, cocaine X pills
Import, export, Harlem catching wrecks still
So mami show me how that neck feel
Later show me how the rest feel, for now just chill”
Schoolboy Q-Blessed
“Now how the fuck I’m ‘posed to say this?
You see, my nigga just lost his son while I’m here huggin’ on my daughter
I grip her harder
Kiss her on the head as I cry for a bit
Thinkin’ of some bullshit to tell him, like
“It’ll be okay. You’ll be straight, it’ll be aight.”
Well, fuck that shit, whatever you need, yo, I got it!
Whether it’s money or some weed or puttin’ in work, fuck it, then I’m ridin’!
You know wassup, but now a nigga couldn’t stick around
Told myself that after y’all moved that I’d be a fuckin’ fool
To be livin’ by the street rules
Fuck police tattoos, that happens when you ditch school
But anyway, keep the faith, stay strong brah
Remain’ solid brah
Keep playin’ ball cause it’s the only way up out it, brah
A nigga proud of ya’
Tell Floyd to enjoy his newborn seed, I’ll have whatever he needs
We the last of a dyin’ breed, live life, smoke trees
See how far we’ve come, but most, I’m sorry for your son”
Danny Brown- Party All Night
“Skip semester, class is a past
Say she goin back but she ain’t goin back
Cause time ain’t wating for a future on hold
At glass tables on her knees sniffing coke
Tell her get a hold, grip on life
Rather fill her cup up liquor with no ice
Twice had an abortion
Young, dumb misfortune
Rate that going she might be whoring
Signs she ignoring but dosen’t recognize
Blind to what’s occuring what’s goin on in ya mind
Seven days a week same shit every morning
Calling her a cab from differnet niggas apartment
Wanting her to change but she won’t, dog
Just another number in her fucking call log
Lost in the fog, head in the smoke
Laughing at the world cause her life is a joke”
schoolboy q: sacrilegious
have your eyes investigate us
as we look up to entertainers, ballplayers, pistol bangers
big brothers, uncles
uncles betrayed by a lot of homies
all my friendships stay on shuffle
huddle stay trying to find a plan
spread evil beyond the land
as i clinch down up on this trigger
and burn fucker burn
every step i take keep getting deeper
survival my main concern
marinating in satin’s sweat
take a sip of this holy water
hoping God still keep me blessed
with a dark shield for my armour
Danny Brown – Molly Ringwald
Danny Brown so that ain’t fair
Looking for your bitch like “Who? What? Where?”
Triple that molly on the top front tip
Chillin’ in the deep I ain’t going nowhere
Ho suck me off then said take care
Off a Drake CD don’t go there
Now the ho wanna freak me like it’s 94 and I’m JoJo
Told the ho when she meet me on the creep creep no photos
Got a bad bitch and she choke and all she want is these shows
Hit me up the status is kosher
Dome me up watching Colbert
Nigga I’m never sober
Hungover
And that bag
Dipping with my index my pinky up like that
So bitch I’m on some movie shit
No director shit but Spike that
Bought an eigth of them cookies
Two hours I was right back
Flo’s in them cups so nigga go and Sprite that
Yo bitch know what’s up my nigga go on and light that
I’m slumped against the wall bitches on my box.
Red head ho look like Molly Ringwald
A$ap Rocky Bath Salts
A$AP niggas we aliens
Cold-blooded nigga, reptilian
Acid, acid, ambiens
Only fuck a bitch if she lesbian
Trill nigga, son said he got the key on lock
Juice got the juice, nigga Meech gon’ pop
Addie in the Caddy with the heat on cock
When a Mac go *blakk* cuz the beef don’t stop, nigga
My name is, that pretty motherfucker
From the land of the lost of the gully and the gutta
See the Preds made a toast for the honey and the butter
Only die for two things, that’s more money and my mother, motherfucker!
Niggas know my name, did I stutter?
Niggas know me, man I keep it one hunna
I’m a stunna
Hood By Air for the summer
Toast to the God and it cost nine hunna
So-so ru-run up if you wanna
Mack in the backpack, right by the Macbook
And I rep that Harlem
And my Zombie niggas straight out of Flatbush
Schoolboy Q Gangster in designer
#HiiPoWeR bitch! Let ‘em know the players here
I said #HiiPoWeR bitch! Gimme gangster of the year
This for my holmes on Figg and homies on the tier
Always keep this shit groovy nigga not sheds a tear
Black gat, black whip, no tags on it
Face tats cuz for sure gon’ throw the mask on it
Burner on my lap, nigga motherfuck the cops
DEA and all the feds gon’ be my murder plot
Money cash hoes by the dozen
Never started crackin bitches started cookin onions
Uhh; now my weed habit always funded
And these college broads be fuckin do whatever have ‘em flunkin
Uhh, a-ten-hut! Yeah
“Uk niggas up in the pubs watching them soccer games
We drunk as fuck nigga we bumping waka flame
Pla pla plow
YO BITCH SHE WANNA FUCK
YO BITCH SHE WANNA SUCK
fuck you think she suppose to do?
But if she fuck me she gotta fuck the krew”
Chops me it’ll be a Molly dream come true to finally go to Vegas and get turnt up seeingdanny and ASAP!
School boy Q unnessary
ASAP rocky peso
Danny brown Blunt after blunt
Barbed Wire…got me through a rough time when I thought I wouldn’t get back on my feet.
“Have youExplain ever felt like, you finally got life
You finally got right? No longer a black sheep
Livin’ off ya dreams like Christina uh-Milian in the front seat
Of a convertible elopin’ to get married
What a feeling of overcoming the odds
It’s like I just hit the lottery, my God
There must be a God
Cuz golly, you done made it through the fight while squabbling Ali
Now ya lifestyles lookin’ up and you escaped the crooked cops and you ain’t have to kill a nigga just to make a couple bucks
And she ain’t have to go and fuck on anybody for a dollar, making good decisions
Got an independent business mind
And both of ya’ll are steady grindin, doin’ it the legal way just tryna make a decent pay on every second of the day
But they won’t give you the credit, disses out they mouth
You must enter the Illuminati just to ball out”
Snatch a nigga Carties off his face, no burner
Got a Eastside nigga that’ll leave you on Vernor
Burberry belt, yo bitch wanna unbuckle it
Off of 2 lines, now she wanna suck on it
IPhone ringing and it’s all about a profit
Coke and white bitches, nigga that’s the topic
Smoking on them cookies, dropping ashes on the Balmain
Ain’t talking ’bout hooping, when she say ball game
Drinking on a [tall can?], bitch get naked
Told that ho to suck my dick, she said “give me a second”
The mothafuckin’ bruiser put it all in your medula
Hit the poop shooter, shoot it on her soup cooler
Danny Brown on Coke & White Bitches with A$AP MOB
1) A$ap Rocky: Bath Salt. the second part of his verse was legendary!:
A$AP niggas we aliens
Cold-blooded nigga, reptilian
Acid, acid, ambiens
Only fuck a bitch if she lesbian
Trill nigga, son said he got the key on lock
Juice got the juice, nigga Meech gon’ pop
Addie in the Caddy with the heat on cock
When a Mac go *blakk* cuz the beef don’t stop, nigga
My name is, that pretty motherfucker
From the land of the lost of the gully and the gutta
See the Preds made a toast for the honey and the butter
Only die for two things, THAT’S MONEY AND MY MOTHER, MOTHERFUCKER!
Niggas know my name, did I stutter?
Niggas know me, man I keep it one hunna
I’m a stunna
Hood By Air for the summer
Toast to the God and it cost nine hunna
So-so ru-run up if you wanna
Mack in the backpack, right by the Macbook
And I rep that Harlem
And my Zombie niggas straight out of Flatbushhhhhh
2)Lloyd Banks ft. Schoolboy Q: Gettin By. Q’s verse made this mixtape that much doper!:
Figggg Sideeeeeeeee
Dear hater, a player is definitely in your radar
My bitch goes to work, she fucks me on her day off
Laid off? huh, why would she fuck with a nigga like you?
She wanna fuck with a nigga named Q
Number 1 gangster can’t be two
Gotta get dough I ain’t tryin’ to be poor
Never go broke cuz his rap many slow
Lie to my daughter like I’m chopping up soap
Gotta sell dope, every gram mean hope
Fuck you mean, what the fuck you know
Still ain’t met another nigga like me
Sippin Hennessy, weed crumbs on the seat
Hollow tip shots motherfucker I’m a G
Let’s get slow, slur relax
And have no worries ’cause I’m blessed
Made 20 thousand dollars through a fucking text
And I said yes before I stretch, she give me neck, your city next
So this your town, fuck your respect
I’m the headline you don’t get my check
Back wood toke, let a real nigga smoke
Eyes bloodshot right behind these locs
Tryin’ to get a house up out these folks
Pimped out ride with the new gold spokes
Spark a blunt, pass it around
Prowl the bitch and dick her down
Me & Banks was smoking loud
Bet your ho will leave you now
3) Ab-Soul ft. Danny Brown: Terrorist Threats. Danny’s verse was too raw and real!:
Extra pills, extra pills
Nose candy rain like Soul 4 Real
My baby needs some enfamil
So bags get stuffed like Oprah grill
Pull around, come back, oh forreal?
Talk blue off low for some teal
Get lined up like homeless meals
Feeling if he know how being homeless feels?
Okay-kay-kay
Don’t try to stop it, get in my way
You’ll get stomped like a Broadway play
AK-melee, make ya obey, okay?
Feel my pain, going insane, I’m ashamed
Cause I ain’t got shit but an EBT card from a fiend
That owe me and it’s in her daughter name
How the fuck is they pose to eat?
How the fuck am I pose to eat?
Got a nigga in the streets, no health care
Tryna slang weed just to put shoes on his feet
So fuck you, you don’t give a fuck about me
Can’t get a job if they drug test me
Got a nigga stressed depressed
Got a feeling in his chest
And the world’s stripped of happiness
I ain’t got no gavel
I ain’t tryna fight nobody battle
I just wanna be free
I ain’t finna be nobodies chattel
On Some Other Shit – Black Hippy
(Ab Soul)
Sergeant salute me
Sergeant salute me, Ab-Soul-Loutley
On some other shit leave the booth full of dookie
Off the head like a noogie and my life’s like a movie
Play your role while I roll another doobie
Ridin’ – ASAP Rocky ft. Lana Del Ray
Swervin’, swervin’, gettin’ all them dimes
Tell her I be doin’, I be swaggin’ to my prime
This ain’t all the time, it happens all the time
That’s a big contradiction, get your money on your mind
What, what, tell her I be on a chase
Chasin’ for that paper and you see me on that race
What, what, tell her I be goin’ first
I be gon’ first and they put me in a hearse, oh
One big room, full of bad bitches, no
One big room and it’s full of mad bitches
Lana, Lana, tell them what it is
Tell ‘em that you doin’ it, you mean to do it big
I said, one big room, full of bad bitches, no it’s
One big room and it’s full of mad bitches, I said
Lana, Lana, tell them what it is
Tell ‘em when you do it that you only do it big
Peso by Asap Rocky
erse 1]
I be that pretty mothafucka, Harlem’s what I’m repping
Tell my niggas quit the bitching, we gon’ make it in a second
Never disrespected plus I’m well connected
With this coke that I imported, just important as your president
Swagger so impressive and I don’t need a necklace
But these bitches get impressed when you pull up in that 7
Them 6′s, them Benzes, I gets get the freshest
Raf Simons, Rick Owens usually what I’m dressed in
Blowing blunts rolling doobies up, smoking sections
Groupies rush hold they boobies up, in my direction
Quit with all the fronting, you ain’t round my clique for nothing
Cause our presence is a present, just to kick it is a blessing
Ab-soul Ft Kendrick lamar – Turn me Up
Come come now
Pac told me fuck the world, I’m bout to cum now
I’ve been a pro, but now I’m profound
Propane on posers, restraining from the dosier
Imagine if I smoke, I probably come up with a quote, so heavy you’ll forget every album you heard from Hova
Or 2pacalypse I’m Hub City’s novelist
Come and get your scholarship, I’m taking kids to school
A pool full the spit, dive in, I’m bout to drool
You’ll drown tryin ta backstroke on concepts that I wrote
I was a black sheep, but now I’m just a goat
And I’m about to elope, married to the game yo
This is hip hop at it’s finest, when you find this in a Ziploc
Til the wheels fall off, fuck a pit-stop
Or what not, where my tear drop, I murdered it
My pot-holes is turbulence
I’m in the sky wit it
When you listening to Kendrick…..just…
Schoolboy q – live again
Tryna move forward, though it never stops A mother’s son dead, was killed by some kids, popped shots They back and forth Murder for murder, the beef recycled is vital No idols, bunch of ‘em read bibles Allies that turned to rivals, niggas turned street disciples Smokers get high as Eiffels Addicted to being fiends cause of Feds, as we pledge to let our plague spread Tiny this, and if it that they banging back as they a-dapt to being black, straps and gang tats, look Rats get mouse traps, can’t afford tuition But hit a lick, I bet I earn crack, I heard that Looking at the sky, just hoping that a light will shine Daylight saving time all the time on this block of mine All the time with this Glock of mine Swear to God man it ain’t a rhyme, I grind for a piece of mind Co-sign
FIGG SIDE
It’s midnight, where the bitches at
See a ho, pimp a ho, put her on the track
Put her in the gas station, hiding from the white and black
They gotta make a living so they put us on our back
But why they gotta judge us when we do it back
Mickey D’s and Burger King still make sure that my daughter fat
Close to Christmas on November, best believe I gotta jack
Been coming to this store for years, the cops come behind me about a snack
But thanks Ms. Han, Jackie Chan, sake bomb
Any Catholic different, Wolverine like Michigan
Wolver Street know what it be
Hanging in front of the laundrymat til two or three
With like two or three
Uh, everyone asleep so shall we creep
Money to gain up in them streets
Shall I preach about this beat
Puffy ain’t got shit on me
Better yet this L.A. heat
Figueroa, Figg Side money block
A$AP Rocky
Back in this muthafuckin bitch/Once again
It’s the Pretty Muthafuckin’/Whatup
40oz of brew/With the homie Q
And we drunker than a bitch
We getting in this muthafuckas
Weed and brew/its unbelievable
Got a freak or two/in my Vehicle
Purple Drink/yellow Drink/Mix it up
Call it pikachu
With a little bit of crack/little bit of dope
Lil bit of E/Lil bit of Shrooms
Lil bit of doops
And I keep the illest/trillest
Bitches/While I’m swagging it
“Crush it bit/lil bit”
that’s My pursuit of happiness
ASAP was trash in NY , Danny killed it so did schoolboy
1. ASAP Rockey
“Pass some mothafuckin’ Swisher, pour some mothafuckin’ liquor
For my mothafuckin’ niggas who ain’t wit us, keep it trilla
My gold teeth, my french braids, gettin’ throwed since 10th grade
Wealth is in the mind, not the pocket, if that’s the case, then I been paid
Herringbone chain, my gold frames, my Cartiers, you small change
You bitch made, I’m old school like gemstars and switchblades
I spit game, I get paid, I pimp game
I be that pretty muthafucka, ASAP is just my nickname
(I’m comin’ down when I’m tippin’ on them 4′s
Cause we shittin’ on these, shittin’ on these niggas and these hoes)
Cause that purp shit I sip up, yo bitch chose, you slipped up
I get-get my dick licked, I’m draped out, drip-dripped up
Top of the top of the line, all on my grind, purple be easin’ my mind
We runnin’, runnin’, we gunnin’, gunnin’, we’re gonna hit one at a time, time
Them bad bitches blow kisses by my earlobe, a weirdo but I’m real though”
1. Danny Brown
“Eating on an Adderall, wash it down with alcohol
Writing holy mackarel, actual all factual
Out for the capital, matador ya capsules
Hassle the bitch in a castle with the ill grapples
Tackled her asshole, my dick was like a lasso
Fucked her in her mouth she washed it down with Tabasco”
3. Schoolboy Q
“Now how the fuck I’m ‘posed to sExplainay this?
You see, my nigga just lost his son while I’m here huggin’ on my daughter
I grip her harder
Kiss her on the head as I cry for a bit
Thinkin’ of some bullshit to tell him, like
“It’ll be okay. You’ll be straight, it’ll be aight.”
Well, fuck that shit, whatever you need, yo, I got it!
Whether it’s money or some weed or puttin’ in work, fuck it, then I’m ridin’!
You know wassup, but now a nigga couldn’t stick around
Told myself that after y’all moved that I’d be a fuckin’ fool
To be livin’ by the street rules
Fuck police tattoos, that happens when you ditch school
But anyway, keep the faith, stay strong brah
Remain’ solid brah
Keep playin’ ball cause it’s the only way up out it, brah
A nigga proud of ya’
Tell Floyd to enjoy his newborn seed, I’ll have whatever he needs
We the last of a dyin’ breed, live life, smoke trees
See how far we’ve come, but most, I’m sorry for your son”
Druggys Wit Hoes Again
Drugs, drugs, got them hoes again Comin’ down, comin’ down, comin’ down, comin’ down Comin’ down off a pill, see what next we on Bad little bitch in the driver’s seat Fuck them rappers, should be bumpin’ me Puff on your own, shit, I puff alone Won’t pass the weed, but I’ll pass a bitch Mastermind, the bitch stole my dick Stuck me up, and didn’t hit a lick Retaliated, had to bust off quick Uh, let me see, here’s some orange juice You like taking E? Hennessey, yeah, on the rocks Take a shot and I’ll take a bop, uhhh Little sarcasm, swag O.D. got ‘em all laughing G Hippy, he gon’ orgasm Leanin’ out the 4, now I’m really spazzin’ Hmm, Backwoods, that good, high as hell YSL, nigga, rack me out, rack me out, I say rack me out! Just sold it out, then stack me out Fuck all that shit you be talkin’ bout On the come up and the world can vouch Been around the world, now my mommy house Uh, pulled her panties south and I stuck it north Yeah I fucked, of course Having intercourse, I can fuck for life Guess I fucked her right She keep talking like
Druggys Wit Hoes Again lyrics
Drugs, drugs, got them hoes again Comin’ down, comin’ down, comin’ down, comin’ down Comin’ down off a pill, see what next we on Bad little bitch in the driver’s seat Fuck them rappers, should be bumpin’ me Puff on your own, shit, I puff alone Won’t pass the weed, but I’ll pass a bitch Mastermind, the bitch stole my dick Stuck me up, and didn’t hit a lick Retaliated, had to bust off quick Uh, let me see, here’s some orange juice You like taking E? Hennessey, yeah, on the rocks Take a shot and I’ll take a bop, uhhh Little sarcasm, swag O.D. got ‘em all laughing G Hippy, he gon’ orgasm Leanin’ out the 4, now I’m really spazzin’ Hmm, Backwoods, that good, high as hell YSL, nigga, rack me out, rack me out, I say rack me out! Just sold it out, then stack me out Fuck all that shit you be talkin’ bout On the come up and the world can vouch Been around the world, now my mommy house Uh, pulled her panties south and I stuck it north Yeah I fucked, of course Having intercourse, I can fuck for life Guess I fucked her right She keep talking like
Your bitch just said I’m hot, man I told her I agreeExplain
She gon’ really think I’m hot, if I told her my degrees
Pull up in that hard-top, showing off my keys
Graduate school of hard-knocks, I can show you my degrees
Couple A, B, C’s, bad bitch double D’s
Popping E, I don’t give a F, told you I’m a G
A.S.A.P., Stevie got it on his sleeve
But I got it on my chest, my nigga this is what I breath
Inhale, exhale, cocaine, X pills
Import, export, Harlem catching wrecks still
So mami show me how that neck feel
Later show me how the rest feel, for now just chill
[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Extra pills, Extra pills
Them AK Clips stay extra peeled
Smoking on some of that extra kill
Purple Urkel, that Jaleel
I put that on errythang
If we could link up erry gang
And niggas is willing to bear the pain
We’d put the White House lights out today
Okay-kay-kay
We mobbin’ like we the black KKK
Don’t forget my AKA Mayday
Pee on your P-H-D or your AA
Dear Barack
I know you just a puppet but I’m giving you props
You lying to the public like it ain’t nothing
And I just love it, I hope it don’t stop
I don’t give a damn, nigga bang that block
I don’t give a fuck, nigga bang that Glock
I seen an image of Hitler in the picture
When the twin towers dropped
Peep the concept
You’ve got progress, you’ve got congress
We protest in hopes they confess
Just proceed on your conquest
I ain’t got no gavel
I ain’t finna fight nobody battle
I just wanna be free
I ain’t finna be nobodies chattel
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Danny Brown]
Extra pills, extra pills
Nose candy rain like Soul 4 Real
My baby needs some enfamil
So bags get stuffed like Oprah grill
Pull around, come back, oh forreal?
Talk blue off low for some teal
Get lined up like homeless meals
Feeling if he know how being homeless feels?
Okay-kay-kay
Don’t try to stop it, get in my way
You’ll get stomped like a Broadway play
AK-melee, make ya obey, okay?
Feel my pain, going insane, I’m ashamed
Cause I ain’t got shit but an EBT card from a fiend
That owe me and it’s in her daughter name
How the fuck is they pose to eat?
How the fuck am I pose to eat?
Got a nigga in the streets, no health care
Tryna slang weed just to put shoes on his feet
So fuck you, you don’t give a fuck about me
Can’t get a job if they drug test me
Got a nigga stressed depressed
Got a feeling in his chest
And the world’s stripped of happiness
I ain’t got no gavel
I ain’t tryna fight nobody battle
I just wanna be free
I ain’t finna be nobodies chattel [Verse 1]
Purple drink, I still sip, purple weed blunt still lit
Real nigga, real bitch, purple swag, that trill shit
Them candy cars, I’m coming down, that paint drip, I still tip
That pimp shit, she ain’t plan to fuck, I pick her up, I still hit
That’s swag, bitch
[Hook]
Everything is purple (Swag)
I said:
[Verse 2]
Purple swag, purple swag, I’m in the zone, I’m getting throwed
That purple swag, purple swag, that purple smoke up in my clothes
That big booty, juicy fruity, yellow bone, I wanna bone
I’m getting dome, I took her out, dick in her mouth, she getting on
I’m flexing steel, I’m flexing still, I’m sitting high, I’m tipping slow
I’m Texas trill, Texas trill, but in NY we spit it slow
(I got these boppas going crazy, they see me coming
Robitussin, quit discussing, ASAP tell these niggas something, swag)
What is life for a nigga like me
Livin’ out his backpack every night needed a new place to sleep
But this is now, nigga!
Ones for the money, two for the bitches
Three to get ready cause I feel I finally did it
Four’s for the jealous rapper mad because he finished
Turn that motherfucker to a critic
Man, I got so much shit up on my plate dawg
I was hangin’ on them corners late
Pockets wasn’t straight, bitch
I ain’t gon’ make it at this rate, dawg
Know what I’m sayin’?
Nigga prayin’ up to God just hopin’ that he hear a nigga
I know the world got more problems and it’s much bigger
But I figured, I’d get some shit up off my chest
To all my niggas I would die for
Load my pistol up, go out and war for
To all my niggas that’ll never make it out the streets
Fuck it, keep goin’ hard, don’t let ‘em see you weak
To all my niggas first time steppin’ in the pen
Read a book and exercise, keep your spirit in
To all my niggas that’s gon’ fuck around and die today
Take our hats off, bow our heads and let us pray
Just wanna say
“Nigga im ballin my fucking mixtape can get you through college gettin them dollas.. YOP”
schoolboy Q-
I remember when I came out and shit
Man it’s been so long since they see my dick
Probably been five months since I seen my seed
God dammit K. Dot when it comes to this
When I was sleeping on couches
Nigga couldn’t get a call, just a Glock for my belt
Nigga I was motherfucking outchea
With the flashing lights had me stuck like reindeer
When I should have been making bangers
I was somewhere stuck with a flame here
Motherfucker see how far that I came here
Went broke and I came up in the same year
Can I get a hell yea?
SchoolBoy Q- Nightmare on Figg St
Uh, whats 50 grand to a muh fucka like you, you still need a reminder?
(Yeah, thought so)
Shit I’m loco
38 brown ? call him coco
Stick around the block boy
Tell em go go
Don’t stop shootin til ya all red tho
Yellow tape muh fucka shoulda yield ho (shoulda yield ho)
Why you all tough fo’?
See yo’ thug ass later at the crossroads
50 cent featuring school boy q – can i speak to you
Pistols and bad bitches
Hustlers and bad business
Rapping was just a hobby, that hobby turned to a million
Had that oxy for sale
You can get it 50 a pill
Sniff it or let it grill
Rap the foil you know the drill
Money, power, and drugs
My only reason to love
Never played cops and robbers, nigga we played Crips and Bloods
Like to the pimps saying who the sluts?
211 on hookers purses
Another double up purchase
Slanging a hundred meters from churches
God forgive me, but the steal was worth it
Man I swear I needed some change, chains and golden rings and thangs
Niggas watch videos and think them dudes went from rags to hardest
For real lokes know that type of thing makes you a target
Either the pigs or I’m gonna get you while you playing boy
Hold you like an animal
Strapped with a bean that’s Adam Braun
50 told me ambition wins when your talent ain’t working
I say I’d rather relapse
Than reenact Curtis and put that work in
Danny Brown – Monopoly
The Hybrid smoking on Papaya
That give you niggas bronchitis, what you write is all vagina
What I write is Wall of China
Nigga that’s great like eighths of Grape Ape getting stuffed in my suitcase
Ready to hit the studio and shit all on your mixtape
Nah, literally, shit all on your mixtape
Wipe with the credits, leave stains on the Jewel case
In just two takes, dog, the booth’ll get souffléd
You’re hiding something like a toupee
Truthfully, my friend: touché
You gon’ get exposed like an up-and-coming model
And to me your label seems like one of them pageant mommas
So guess who’s the little bitch? That’s you
You must suck a lot of dick. That’s true
I misuse with issues and pistols
Mind racing like Bristol heart of igloos
My nigga, you ain’t been what I been through
And if so, you’d take a pencil through your temple
Cause I done served fiends on they menstrual
Ain’t even have pads: stuffed they panties with tissue
Hit the ave cause they mouth ain’t bleeding
And your style’s like fried chicken without the seasoning:
Nigga, that’s bland fuck you up and ya mans
I smack you like a bitch: nigga, that’s openhand
Fuck you and your tough talk
When I monopolize I throw your ass off the boardwark
Fag, you ain’t play sports but always at the ball park?
Type of nigga rocking Crocs at the fucking Walmart?
Drunk like Stallworth, riding in the fiend car
Get flicked, guess what? I’m running from this fiend car
I know a nigga dirty and got the hammer
But this kush got me high like Pac bandanna
I actually live in Las Vegas so I should get these tickets. For real!
Schoolboy Q – They say don’t buy the belt and I got it
They say don’t get the Rollie and I bought it
Nigga, I’m balling
My fucking mixtape can get you through college
Getting them dollars
Showing my pearly white teeth, I’m a nigga that’s flawless
Came a long way from dumping out Impalas
Same gun and pants, different ski mask from coppers
All of this copper
Knock knock, who could it be? Niggas know I got it on lock
Yawk, yawk – bitch rappers better move ‘fore them niggas get dropped
Mr. Flop boy, you got your label hot
I’m the hardest out, you’s a table cloth
Unnecessary balling, I was carted off
Been fucking with my side bitch so much my main bitch can’t stand it
Hunned racks in three months, man this shit is outstanding
Seen a dollar go to stupid racks, billion, trillion
Nigga, that’s what I call building
‘Bino what it do, let’s go half on a million
A$AP Rocky – Smoking rolling reefer up, I adjust the tweakers up
Break it, break it down, break it down so I can beat it up
Where the welcome back? Where the welcome at? My sneaker tough
This is for my old head go on turn your speakers up
Rocky, where you been? I been tryna make my ends meet
So I can cop that Bathing Ape or Jeremy Scott or 10 Deep
Bottles full of Rose, riding in the Benz jeep
Blowing money fast, now I’m finna think I’m Big Meech
I met with my old head we sat for a while
We rolled a couple swishers, we chat for a while
I said I’m just on my grind I come to Houston all the time
He said what’s been goin’ down in your New York state of mind
Fine, there are bad days you feel like givin up
Like how you gon’ eat when this gig is up
When the chips is down and the jig is up
But I don’t give a fuck, roll another swisher up
Cause I just came here down South so I could get these pounds out
And move my mother nice somewhere closer than a town house
And my beats banging kicking harder than a roundhouse
I spoke with my old head and this is what I found out
Danny Brown – Kush gotta nigga feeling awesome
Ate that bitch pussy ’til she squirted like a dolphin
Told her bend over, hit that shit doggy
Called her a cab then I told that bitch to call me
Danny Brown bitch, tell me what you need
I got some Adderall and fire ass weed
And they try to tell me I get too high
That’s a lie if so bitch I woulda been died
But the flow OD, don’t get cochesed, capiche?
Fuck with me, fuck around and be deceased
Rest in peace wack niggas with your oversized clothes
Complain about my jeans cause I’m taking all they hoes
Hold up, wait a minute
Your pussy ain’t shit ’til you had some Danny in it
I’m gone off a Zanny nodding off watching menace
Rolling on some purple that my nigga call Grimmace
Bitch I ain’t finish
These bars was test tubed in the lab with foreign chemist
Rolling testers on it but statistics got slumped
I’m smoking blunt after blunt
Pass some mothafuckin’ Swisher, pour some mothafuckin’ liquor
For my mothafuckin’ niggas who ain’t wit us, keep it trilla
My gold teeth, my french braids, gettin’ throwed since 10th grade
Wealth is in the mind, not the pocket, if that’s the case, then I been paid
Im a motha fuckin motha fucka, fuckin on ya motha with two rubbers. I do fuck her
No covers just a booty on the pillow, ya bitch said the dick tastes like tropical fruit SKITTLES
I’m bumping bill withers, swishers on scwarzenegger
mattafact nah nigga they boaconstrictors- they’ll choke a nigga
these niggas aint rappers they mafuckin characters
caught your baby mama horny then I stuck a carrot in her
Then ya made a salad with it. Ate it for dinner
I don’t want a skinny bitch like that ho from thinner
Swore she played soccer, she was real good with headers
Had me yelling Goal while I was sitting on the dresser
Give the bitch a hat trick, smoking on the cat piss
I keep the bitch wet, around you she’s a CACTUS
I got them penis poems for ya vagina monologues
love a feminist bitch, oo they get my dick hard
-the adderal admirall’s outer space
asap rocky
pretty flaco
A$AP Rocky Goldie
Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous
Life’s a mothafucka, ain’t it? These other rappers anus
So tell me what your name is, I’mma tell it to my stainless
You aim it for you bang it let that banger leave you brainless
It’s just me, myself and I and mothafuckas that I came with
Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me
Until I tell ‘em to they face they ain’t no G
Low key, niggas mad cause I’m smooth puffing Zig Zags
Tell ‘em quit the riff raff bitching with your bitch ass
Schoolboy Q My hatin’ Joint
Word around that nigga Q in town
I heard it’s for a show, but let me call my ho
They be like, “Bitch you bet’ not be out with them niggas!”
Oh, oh, oh
Soon as she hang up with ‘em, she like “There he go”
I be swag from head to toe
Ten times I ain’t gotta hate, she know that my paper grown
Polo shirts and Polo drawers, Polo socks, they matching too
Oo, with the finest weed, I show you what these OG’s do
Super duper triple O, can’t see me with a telescope
I just wanna dick her down, tell me what’s the verdict though
I just swag so fuckin’ hard, she bringing up her nigga
I beats the pussy up, girl you my main contender
A$AP Mob ft. Danny Brown Coke and White bitches
Snatch a nigga Carties off his face, no burner
Got a Eastside nigga that’ll leave you on Vernor
Burberry belt, yo bitch wanna unbuckle it
Off of 2 lines, now she wanna suck on it
IPhone ringing and it’s all about a profit
Coke and white bitches, nigga that’s the topic
Smoking on them cookies, dropping ashes on the Balmain
Ain’t talking ’bout hooping, when she say ball game
Drinking on a [tall can?], bitch get naked
Told that ho to suck my dick, she said “give me a second”
The mothafuckin’ bruiser put it all in your medula
Hit the poop shooter, shoot it on her soup cooler
2DopeBoyz Scalez; What I Sold Hails
No L Put her on her feet; Toe Nailz
Them vampires, them blood suckers, them thirsty killers
We bout it bout it, we rowdy rowdy, that Percy Miller
For really real, we chilly chill, don’t sport Chinchilla
No bounty hunters, I’m bout to killa, I’m bout my skrilla
-a$ap rocky palace
Food getting lower, money coming slower
Damn land lord keep bitching cause you owe her
I’m too afraid to grow up, I pray to God I blow up
And roll up in something foreign where the front doors go up
I wonder if my peers could hear my prayers
The only nigga got me scared is the man upstairs
When my back against the wall, I’mma face my fears
I’ll swallow my pride ‘fore I swallow a tear
Cause I be going hard, Stevie on his job
I’m praying until something happen, I’m answering to God
These wolves got me scarred
I try so hard to survive, guess just to prosper gotta strive
Then I hit the stage, all gone and blazed
Everybody know my name and the song I sing
I rejoice my pain and they doing the same
And the haters gonna hate, I’m just doing my thing
Got my bad bitch with me she so dangy
Said she love ASAP cause we so tangy
Living life fast so I feel like kids
And I’m blowing up fast so I feel like B.I.G
With the Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
Now we doing deals with the major businesses
Get a little change, niggas feel a little strange
Uh-oh truck flow, pull off in a range
Niggas say I changed but I’m living it up
Shit if money didn’t change you, you ain’t getting enough
Fuck coppin a car, I’m Tryna fly to the stars
Smooth on the moon and I be mobbing to mars
Niggas say I’m ill, y’all ain’t telling me shit
Nights that I cried, y’all ain’t help me with shit
Ooh money change drastic, flew through gymnastic
The doors lift up and the roof do a back flip
Zooming through traffic, probably with a bad bitch
Slash actress and we on our way to Saks Fifth
Life was so tragic, all of that was past tense
Now I’m living lavish, this got to be magic
If I should die before I wake
Pray the lord my soul to take
As I lay me down to sleep
Pray the lord I rest in peace
A$AP Rocky – New York Bittersweet Symphony ^^^
A$AP Rocky – Demons
I smoked away my brain, I think I’m going dumb
Cocaine up on my gums, I think they’re going numb
I’m having stomach pains, now I’m throwing up
Cause I’m a microphone fiend, give me the bass
Give me the beat, and let me lean, tap the vein, let it stream
Feel the pain, Young Martin Luther King, with a dream
That one day that my team, we can make it with this rapping
Now we swagging, making money in Manhattan straight what’s happening
They try to intellect with indirection just to test you
A rebel until my death, it’s in my flesh, it’s in my vessels
Fuck the clique you with, I’m finna fuck the bitch you next to
Fuck a metrosexual, suck a dick, I’m disrespectful
You know the kid get it, get-get sick spit
Clip spit quick split shit hit kids women
Oh that’s your girl huh? Well, I just hit it
It’s ASAP nigga, live with it
Danny Brown – DNA
Warhols all on the wall of the villa
Adderall popping got me jumping to ceiling
Perceived as a villian no sentiment in my sentence
For instance in instants they’ll be calling forensics
If incidents occur remember these ain’t just words
Go from talking shit to organs preserved
You soft serve rappers just hide behind your reverb
And even without effects you’ll end up dessert
I research and homework, make you dig ya own dirt
On beats buried alive, ratting wiseguys
I’m with a latin bitch, fat ass, well porportioned thighs
And love to see it cumming so I squirt it in her eyes
I’m hopping out that new shit like narcs on Tuesday
The grill on it shiny like LL Cool J’s
What’s on my waist could make a nigga meet ya doomsday
To describe ya mixtape that shit was like a toothache
Schoolboy Q – Spiteful Chant
Man it’s been so long since they see my dick
Probably been five months since I seen my seed
God dammit K. Dot when it comes to this
When I was sleeping on couches
Nigga couldn’t get a call, just a Glock for my belt
Nigga I was motherfucking outchea
With the flashing lights had me stuck like reindeer
When I should have been making bangers
I was somewhere stuck with a flame here
Motherfucker see how far that I came here
Went broke and I came up in the same year
Can I get a hell yea?
Drop my tear, hold my joy, show my pride
(Music saved my fucking life
I’m doing right
And you left behind
Feel my pain, now I’m styling
Hermes shit, I spent a thousand
Different homes, different islands)
Dropped my mixtape and it sold like an album
Reason why I’m…
ScHoolboy Q (My Hatin’ Joint)
Look at you, now look at me
Now look at him, now back at me
I’m sayin’ tho’
I ain’t trying to be a nigga, what you playing for?
Came up from the bottom, yea that Hoover Figg
Real life fifty niggas, so I like ‘em thick
And by looking at your curves, you what I deserve
We can head up to the crib old girl, just say the word
Got some purp, got some Henny, got my penis too
Have you ignoring his calls when you fuck with Q
Drop your panties to the floor, down below your feet
Spread them pretty legs and shit let me see, you should fuck with me
A$AP Rocky (Goldie)
Let’s take it to the basics, you in the midst of greatness
My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margiela with no laces
Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist
I would prefer the Aces, ain’t no different when you taste it
A 40 ounce to chase it, that’s just an understatement
I’m early to the party but my ‘Rari is the latest
Somehow it seems girls in they late teens
Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous
Life’s a mothafucka, ain’t it? These other rappers anus
So tell me what your name is, I’mma tell it to my stainless
You aim it for you bang it let that banger leave you brainless
It’s just me, myself and I and mothafuckas that I came with
Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me
Until I tell ‘em to they face they ain’t no G
Low key, niggas mad cause I’m smooth puffing Zig Zags
Tell ‘em quit the riff raff bitching with your bitch ass
Danny Brown & J Dilla (Dilla Bot Vs. The Hybrid)
I break laws, jaws, and false promises
Still livin in the same hood where my momma is
Smoke like I’m tryin to find where a karma is
Jumpsart show your jaw what a comma is
Fuck with Brown dog show you where the drama is
Swear it might be easier to snatch Obama kids
Take a nigga out quicker than Adam rib
Geah, I make a bitch out a nigga
Jim Jones at the Rucker jumpin’ fence ass nigga
When I build parallel and I’m clutchin on the trigger (shoot)
I’mma have you jumpin them pearly gates
All gravy like country steak – wait
A minute like Kim and Ray J
Day sound like the bassline on Dre Day
Bum-da-bum bum bum bum, bum
Your bitch take it on her chest like a pom, pom
Roswell like Lauryn, dog I’m scorin
More hoes than 20 fire oh Michael Jordan (shoot)
Touch mics like Macaulay Culkin
Hit your bitch with the chocolate thunder Darryl Dawkins
And I’mma break her headboard
Same way he used to break the backboard
That boy so raw
But never in her dreams will I ever ever ever ever
Ever hit that bitch raw
Just saved my life, just like Dilla did
More than a t-shirt
Grandma like the same shit like Captain Kirk
And I can make ya bitch smirk
Water gun pussy, I can make that bitch squirt
Got hoes ’round Startecs, ballin by chirps (shoot)
And you gon’ need a nurse
Flip a whole deck, coming home 3rd Bass like Serch
And I’m Nice like Pete
Been nice since watchin’ Pete and Pete
When you cop chronic you don’t got chicks
Soundin like the Nickelodeon theme song kid
Nick Nick Ni-Nick, Ni-Nick Nick Nick
When I call the weed man nigga I cop big
So much in the backroom when I tell the kids
Detroit in this bitch!
PUFFY – DRUGGYS WITH HOES
“She did me hombre no need for nombre
We screamin’ olé and olé we scored no goalie, she’s just a groupie
And group-a, gave top like toupée, bum rushed that coochie
Her pussy lukewarm like long lay, her head be Bombay
Like gin and OJ, took a shot, and I won like gameday
Yes I’m the sensei, comprende?
Got a ticket, one way
Oh you don’t really see it that I’m gone?
Pass the baton, black
Real rap, spit to the break of the dawn, nigga we all that
We all that, see that’s the shit that we be on
Nigga this Black Hippy, nothing else
Beat so bake I’m ’bout to melt
All my shit be prison felt, TDE we got the belt
Hold it down if nothing else
Swear to god, on my life
Where it’s at? Shit on sight
Down to ride, fuck a bike
If I’m locked then fly a kite
Keep a strap on like a dyke
TDE we got the belt
Hold it down if nothing else!”
Ab-Soul, new God flow
Imagine Kanye West pushin’ a ton
Yayo in my vocals
I’m flippin’ the bird and flippin’ her tongue
Middle fingers up to the Po-po
Still no love to these hoes though
All I want is these bitches (Soul-o)
All I want is these riches (Soul-o)
Bird crumbs to you pigeons
I’m gettin’ high in the lo-lo
Gettin’ head while I drive, but, I don’t even drive yo
Make a right at that light
Pop a bean, I just might
Bag your bitch, I just did
She said she seen me on VEVO
Easy call, west side
Keep the peace and pull straps out
In the back, I lead the pack
You either pack or get packed out
I eat the track, I send it back and deposit checks and pull cash out
You blowin’ cot, I’m blowin’ pot, I’m throwin’ rocks at your glass house
Fuck you think I do it for?
I done came up, fifty grand in like fifty days, Goddamn
I wrote this shit faded in Amsterdam
Jesus pieces ain’t enough
Chop that lamb and paint it blood
Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep
So now the pressures on ‘em to prove that voice right
Some people never know they goals he know his whole life
So now his turn up fixing up to bat
Pitching singles to the label when I use to pitch crack
Never learned to rap I just always knew how
So ever since 8 I knew what I would now
When I turned 28 they like what you gone do now
And now a nigga 30 I don’t you heard me
So the last ten years I been so fucking stressed
Tears in my eyes let me get this off my chest
The thought of no success it got me chasing death
Doing all these drugs in hopes of OD’ing next, Triple X.
hello dickriders
Your bitchs say im hot man i told her i agree, she must reakky think im hot, if i tell her my degrees, pull up in that hard top, showing off my keys, school of hard knocks i can show you my degrees, couple abc’s, bad bitch double d’s, poppin e i dont give an f told you imma G. – A$AP ROCKY