Joyner Lucas other songs:

 

Just Let Go lyrics - Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown

[Joyner Lucas:]

Yeah, yeah

Wait, it's your way

Pour some drinks, just a couple (Hol' up)

I know you been through pain

Did some things, I can't undo (Joyner)

You don't need no stress, let me take away your troubles (Yeah)

You gon' make me call my ex and let her know how much I love you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo)

I love your piece of mind (Yeah)

I love your conscious, ain't no options

My apple meets the eyes (Hol' up)

Ain't no stoppin', damn my heart's been back and forth

Trapped in board, on the magic floor, behind the padded door (Yeah)

All my emotions in the attic stored, inside the bag of orbs, in the cabin draw

And you wonder why a nigga playing hard to get (So hard to get)

That shit's hard to fix

I just want peace and some common sense

And I really ain't into the arguing

So I hope you not upset (Yeah, yeah)

I know you not done yet (Yeah, yeah)

And I know you like drunk sex (Yeah, yeah)

I hope you ain't cum yet (Haha)

You wanna hop up on me like dubstep

Then pop up on me like drug test

But I'm livin' and I learn how to love less

Wanna hit me where it hurts like a cup check

Oh, damn that's painful (Woo)

Thats okay then (Woo)

Yeah, my future (Woo), That's So Raven

That's amazing, we divine

Lemme free your soul, lemme ease your mind

[Chris Brown:]

Baby, hit me up and call me any time

Don't be restless, let your problems be my problems

I don't mind it

Put your panties and your pride to the side

Want you to fuck with me (Alright)

Open the door on your side

You ain't gotta keep on fightin'

Just let go-o-o-o-o-o... and enjoy your time here

The devil nah, no-o-o-o-o-o-o...

Never leave, never leave

You ain't listenin', no

Girl, I ain't whisperin', come on

This ain't no whistlin' shit, no, no

'Cause I'ma yell a little louder

Now can you hear me?

'Cause you ain't listenin'

Why you gotta do it the hard way?

You don't wanna smoke or pressure

'Cause I'm gon' do it my way

I was tryna love you better

Girl, I know you've been hurt before

You been treated bad, you been taken advantage of

I know, I know I drive you crazy, babe

I curse you out, I don't mean what I say

And I can't get how you keep kickin' me out

You just need me now

You worried 'bout sex, I be weedin' 'em out

Make 'em fear me now

And I make a change, I pull up in that Wraith

All this ice on the beach, I just put on them skates

Titanic, that diamond, I put in the safe

Hit an iceberg and climate's be in the heat

And damn, my love's enormous, leave when I'm performin'

Not scared of heights, I'm soarin'

And you know now I'm woke, bitch

Baby, hit me up and call me any time

Don't be restless, let your problems be my problems

I don't mind it

Put your panties and your pride to the side

Want you to fuck with me (Alright)

Open the door on your side

You ain't gotta keep on fightin'

Just let go-o-o-o-o-o... and enjoy your time here

The devil nah, no-o-o-o-o-o-o...

Never leave, never leave

You ain't listening, no

Girl, I ain't whispering, come on

This ain't no whistling shit, no, no

'Cause I'ma yell a little louder

Now can you hear me?

'Cause you ain't listening

[Joyner Lucas:]

You ain't listenin' (Hol' up, hol' up)

You ain't heard me (What? What?)

You don't get it (Hol' up, hol' up)

You concern me (Yeah, yeah)

We just different, we in love but we be searchin' (Yeah, yeah)

You be trippin', I be buggin', we ain't perfect, yeah (What? What?)

I love your peace of mind (Woo)

I love your conscious, ain't no options

My apple meets the eyes (Woo)

Ain't no stoppin', damn, my heart's been back and forth (Back and forth)

Yeah, back and forth, side to side

You ain't listenin', we alright, lemme free yo soul (We alright)

Lemme ease your mind

[Chris Brown:]

Baby, hit me up and call me any time

Don't be restless, let your problems be my problems

I don't mind it

Put your panties and your pride to the side

Want you to fuck with me (Alright)

Open the door on your side

You ain't gotta keep on fightin'

Just let go-o-o-o-o-o... and enjoy your time here

The devil nah, no-o-o-o-o-o-o...

Never leave, never leave

You ain't listening, no

Girl, I ain't whispering, come on

This ain't no whistling shit, no, no

'Cause I'ma yell a little louder

Now can you hear me?

'Cause you ain't listening

Late To The Party lyrics - Joyner Lucas & Ty Dolla $ign

(Ayy, ayy)

(Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner)

Feels like I did so much dirt I don't believe in karma

Did so much dirt I had to sleep with armor

All these niggas fuck around, someone better warn 'em

Like just roll up with that chopper, they ain't see it comin'

And I ain't scared of shit, don't wanna see your honor

Just broke up with my bitch, I don't believe in drama

Plus she for the streets, so I don't even want her

'Bout to show your true colors, it ain't even autumn

I got me some money, I needed the coupe, needed the coupe

Bought it, don't loan, just me and my dues

And nigga like me never needed the groove

And nigga like me never needed to shoot, I got the shooters

They pull the trigger and hit your medulla

This ain't no bullet that you can maneuver

I got them jumpin' right out they Pumas, it wasn't no rumor

I took his chain and called him an Uber

I got the band, and got the bazooka

This for them days I was scrapin' for change

And would do anything just to get me some mula

I'm sick and tired of these niggas callin' me a sellout 'cause I took a trip to the jeweler

And I just filled a hunnid on my wrist too

And yeah, I think I'm cocky 'cause I'm rich too

And yeah, I might just go up in your bitch too

Called that hoe my hook, yeah, I like skip school

I remember times we were kids too

Just some youngins gettin' high, we was lit too

Ain't no limit to the grind when them friends do

I got money on my mind and some bricks too

I been drinkin' all my pain 'til I'm crawlin'

Pour it 'til it's empty, lil' bad bitch with me

She don't wanna got to sleep 'til the mornin'

Mirrors on the sink, I been starin' at my face

I don't wanna be late to the party

Someone chill my mind, but I do this every time

I been drinkin' all this pain 'til I'm crawlin'

I don't wanna go to sleep 'til the mornin'

I don't wanna go to sleep

Rather do that when I'm dead and gone

Pop open some 42, she rather do the Ketel One

How she givin' me advice 'bout some shit

That she ain't never done

Smokin' Js to the face, I can't be gettin' high with everyone

Left and crashed the Porsche, that's okay bitch, I had insurance

Left and did some numbers, I came back and bought a Urus

Say that all she needed from me was a little assurance

She'll never find another man like me even with a thesaurus

Got more trees than a forest

Charge two-hundred K for the verse

Did another one for the chorus

Stackin' this money enormous, if she with Dolla, she gorgeous

If she with Dolla, for sure, she give me that head like a walrus

Most of these niggas sound the same these days

And that shit garbage

Big bro told me "Lil' homie, just be you regardless"

Came from them apartments

Now you the owner, that my 'partments

New Celine, yeah, whole collection in your closet

Tryna pick out somethin' for this party

I been drinkin' all my pain 'til I'm crawlin'

Pour it 'til it's empty, lil' bad bitch with me

She don't wanna got to sleep 'til the mornin'

Mirrors on the sink, I been starin' at my face

And I don't wanna be late to the party

Someone chill my mind, but I do this every time

I been drinkin' all this pain 'til I'm crawlin'

I don't wanna go to sleep 'til the mornin'

I been drinkin' all my pain 'til I'm crawlin'

Pour it 'til it's empty, lil' bad bitch with me

She don't wanna got to sleep 'til the mornin' (Mornin')

Mirrors on the sink, I been starin' at my face

I don't wanna be late to the party

Someone chill my mind, but I do this every time

I been drinkin' all this pain 'til I'm crawlin'

I don't wanna go to sleep 'til the mornin'

Litty Freestyle lyrics - Joyner Lucas

What's up with you R&B niggas tryna turn rappers and trappers (Joyner, Joyner)

You should just stay in your lane, bro, you sound like PaRappa the Rapper (Yeah, yeah)

I'm looking down on you when you talk to me, you should grab you a ladder

You swung at me, only jabbed at my bladder

Watch you disappear like you abracadabra (Poosh)

Now grab me a dagger

You got some hits but you lacking a swagger (Yeah)

I'm still the shit, bitch, so that doesn't matter

Don't call me a kid, I'm your papi and dada (Hahaha)

You get splattered and flattened

You an' Trippie better have you some backup (Hol' up)

Ren and Stimpy looking agi' and staggered

And when I kill 'em, they get madder and madder

Time to get litty, bitch, fuck all that singin' (Yeah)

You challenge me, what the fuck is you thinking? (Woo)

Way too much weed, what the fuck is you drinkin'?

I brought the tsunami, you fuckers are sinkin' (Brrrat)

I'm glad that you came

Leave all that lyrical shit up to me, I'm a savage that bang

Bring all your Prada suits back to Lee Chang (Brrrat)

Take all that autotune back to T-Pain

I swear you R&B rappers is strange

You okay but you ain't nobody favorite (Yeah)

You a'ight but you ain't nobody major

5'3", you ain't nobody dangerous (Brat)

Maybe that weed you were smoking, had you feeling confident

Let's have a real conversation (Boom)

Maybe that doctor put something inside of your head

When you got your new hairline replacement (Brrrat)

Why you bring my name up in the first place, Tory? (Huh)

You ain't fucking with me on my worst day, Tory

Wasn't better than me when I was in first grade, Tory

We can do this every year or on your birthday, Tory (Dook, dook, dook, dook)

Every summer, every winter, every Earth day, Tory (Joyner)

Every Tuesday, every Thursday, Tory

It's gon' be a motherfuckin' anniversary, Tory

You done fucked up, now you need first aid, Tory (Dook, dook, dook, dook)

I'm the leader of the new school with a screw loose (Woo)

All you niggas Blues Clues with a fruit juice (Woo)

Turn your Jimmy Choo shoes into FUBU

Nigga, you do what you can, I do what I choose to

I get litty in this bitch for my city (Yuh)

Only few real niggas left, they ain't many (Yuh)

They compare me to Em, they compare you to Iggy (Oh)

They compare me to Meth, they compare you to Glizzy (Oh, oh)

I'm Leonardo Da Vinci, I paint a picture with color

I already got cake and I don't need a butler (Yeah)

We already got Drake and we don't need another

I don't really got space but I'ma eat your supper (Woo)

You know Joyner got a hotter flow

I'ma do what Travis should've did a while ago (Woo)

I'ma do what Drake should've did a while ago

Throw your ass off a cliff, make you say, "Geronimo"

Then you had one chance, now you slumped on (Duh)

Go back in the booth, make another love song (Duh)

What you gon' do when the fucking blunt's gone?

'Cause I wanted all the smoke, I ain't even puff long (No)

Nigga, I been packing a black MAC with it wrapped in a backpack

With a stack and I'm Mad Max in the back of the black cab

With a gat and a snapback, put a cap in yo' back fat

Murder you and your wack little Cat in the Hat raps

Finna stab if you jab back, and I clap at you mad fast

When you sing, you ain't half bad, but you rapping like Ras Kass

And I bet that you mad sad 'cause you 'bout to get laughed at

And buried in trash bags and left in a hatchback, my nigga

Jamming in front of the corner store, whoa

Mobbin' a lot in the corridor, whoa

Breakin' some shit you don't want no more

Fightin' when nobody want a war

Rob at the haters, gon' sing like the Commodores

I got some shit you ain't saw before

Swallow the key and I lock the door

Tory, you ain't gotta hide no more

Come out and play, you my prey, you the GOAT? I'm a dinosaur

Oh, you wan' hate, that's normal

You just gonna do what you supposed to ('Posed to)

I remember when them hoes called me old news

Now when they cheat, I'm the go-to (Joyner)

Word on the street's I ain't one to get close to

I was hopeless, now I'm hopeful (Yuh)

I done made my own way like I'm supposed to

All you niggas did what you was told to (Yeah)

Tory, why all your songs always sound like a rerun, nigga? (Huh)

I just want my motherfucking refund, nigga (Huh)

Funny looking ass, go and eat some', nigga

I ain't never had to get my fucking teeth done, nigga (Hahaha)

When I kill you, I ain't running to you, bleed some, nigga (Yuh)

Oh, you wan' be some nigga? (Yuh)

Me and 6ix9ine had Trippie Redd bitch on the couch

She was giving us a threesome, nigga

Why you bring my name up in the first place, Tory? (Yeah)

You ain't fucking with me on my worst day, Tory (Uh)

Wasn't better than me when I was in first grade, Tory

We can do this every year on your birthday, Tory (Brrrat)

Every summer, every winter, every Earth day, Tory

Every Tuesday, every Thursday, Tory

It's gon' be a motherfucking anniversary, Tory

You done fucked up, now you need first aid, Tory

Shit

Damn

So now that we got that out the way, hmph

Let's make a record, nigga

Hahahahaha

Joyner

Look Alive (Remix) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

All you a lie

Nigga, I ain't ever been a yes-man

All you gonna die, you can get murdered on webcam

I don't get tired; sweat through a headband

You might look alive, that's 'cause you don't really know you a dead man

This is God's plan, someone stop me

I've been sent here from Illuminati

Evil scriptures written on my body

Me and Satan pull up in a red Ferrari

Don't be tryin' to put your fuckin' arm around me

44 shots traumatizin' from the .45, hit 44 more

Carbon copies say you kamikazes

That's for e'rybody

Mama, Poppy

Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle, Auntie

This is not Versace, this is hot hibachi

This is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki

I'm Mahatma Gandhi, a fuckin' humanoid Anunnaki

With plenty hammers when I'm ridin' shotty

Better use your manners when you talk about me

Ain't too hard to find me

I've been killin' niggas, still ain't nothin' left though

Joyner Lucas sicker than a strep throat

Spanish bitch that wanna give me besos

They must've forgot I was next up

Speed out your crib right after I clean out your shit and then put all of your fuckin' money in a escrow

Fuck what you sayin', I'm not the one that you play with

I think they really mistaken, I wasn't next up?

You thought wrong and you all gone, all done

I just might bring back Don Juan, I just might bring back Sean John

Tell P Diddy that I'm on one

I'ma beat it down with a Du-Rag

Pussy ate out, that's a PopCon

If I don't fuck with you, that's too bad (God damn)

Ho, you played out like the thong song

Ain't no bygones bein' bygones

I should murder niggas when I buy guns

Ho, you get stretched like Nylon

This is my band, I'm Dylon

All I wanna do is just drop bombs

On you cheerleadin' niggas with the pom-poms

My Jamaican bitch got socks on

Every time I hit it she be like, "wagwan"

Peter Piper picked a pepper, and I picked the pressure

Pick a fight, I pick a side, I put you on a stretcher

Peter Piper picked up a nine, I put it together

Started poppin' at the people, they 'bout to meet the Beretta

Better meet the metal, I'ma need a Fujita to measure

Put you deeper than what's deeper the sea or the desert

I've been schemin' while I'm creepin', like fifty feet to the Jetta

Niggas speed and hit the pedal, I put my feet in the metal

God damn!

508 all on my side, they gon' ride, they gon' ride

Nigga, this a homicide, oh my god, oh my god

I said I was gon' retire, bitch I lied, bitch I lied

I ain't got no fuckin' job, this my life, this my, wait—

All of y'all wishy and washy

All y'all my kids in a car seat

I take my dime to hibachi, we do 69 like Tekashi

Lyin' in the sand, too much time in your hands

I think I need to find you a hobby

God got a plan, hope that God hold your hand

I think I'm 'bout to catch me a body!

Tell all my teachers that I said I'm back on my G shit

And I'm comin' back to get even

I went on tour and got paid, now I'm back in the region

I let off this mac for no reason

You are now witnessin' greatness

I'm practically preachin' and this is the passion of Jesus

And all you basic motherfuckas are lackin' achievement

And I've just been laughin' and geekin'

Back to business, I got mad intentions

I ain't perfect, I done made some bad decisions

But it's competition, I'm a savage winnin'

You can have the digits, I'm a mathematician

I don't see you niggas, I've been lackin' vision

You've been actin' different, I've been actin' distant

I'ma do some shit to bring me mad attention

You gon' do some shit that send me back to prison, whoa!

This is uncomfortable, you just keep puttin' your feet in a fire

I think my gun got a crush on you, boy

You 'bout to meet your secret admirer

How you do shit you don't wanna do?

I do that shit just to keep me inspired

I used to hit it and leave when I wanted to

Now I hit it and be sleepin' aside her, woo

Roll up on 'em when I pull up on 'em

Put that motherfuckin' smoke up on 'em with that holy water

Joyner Lucas, I'm a holy mona leader motor runnin'

Man, too many niggas know about it, but I thought about it

Prayed about it to the Lord about it in the mornin', but I gotta show 'em what it's all about and I'ma call 'em out

I ain't that nigga you could talk about, you better calm it down

Don't be tryna give me the runaround, I'ma shut 'em down god damn, wait

508 all on my side, they gon' ride, they gon' ride

Nigga this a homicide, oh my god, oh my god

I said I was gon' retire, bitch I lied, bitch I lied

I ain't got no fuckin' job, this my life, this my

This is God's plan, someone stop me

I was sent here from Illuminati

Evil scriptures written on my body

Me and Satan pull up in a red Buggati

Don't be tryna put your fuckin' arm around me

Bring the drama, it ain't hard to find me

This a lucid dream, this a out-of-body

UFO flyin' while I'm ridin' shotty

I'm a ninja, pull up on a Kawasaki

187 on the cops behind me

This is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki

I'm Mahatma Gandhi in a Maserati, god damn

Now call me Papi

Plenty hammers when I'm ridin' shotty

Better use your manners when you talk about me

It ain't hard to find me, motherfucker

My name Joyner

Lotto (Remix) lyrics - Joyner Lucas, Yandel & G-Eazy

Hey

Joyner, Joyner, Joyner

I-I-ISM

508 shit (Pum)

Mass in the building (Prrah)

Mally Mall

Let's go

El banco siempre virao' (Eh-eh), abran la caleta

Medio melón que vale mi muñeca

Hay muchos que lo han tratao', no tienen la receta

No le temo a los nombre', la calle me respeta

Un par de Mercedes y yo ni los guio (Yeh, eh-eh)

Tenemos de to', estamos bendecio's (Bendecio's)

Si no es en la calle, es en el estudio metio'

Y en el cuello hielo, siempre, siempre estamo' frío'

Frío', frío', frío', los diamante' de mis prenda'

Millo, millo, millo, pero el palo siempre anda cerca

Soy leyenda como Tito, soy boricua y no me quito

La baby me ve en la Lambo y yo sin tocarla me dice "Qué rico"

I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I'm the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh)

I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I just hit the fuckin' lotto

I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I'm the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh)

I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I just hit the fuckin'—

I'm still waitin' on Drake to hit me up and say "What's good, J?" (Where?)

"I need a feature on my album if you could, J" (Yeah)

I slide on a ho if she look great (Look)

And my whip matte black but it look gray (Yeah)

It took a while just to get me in a good place (What?)

Too depressed, never thought I'd see a good day (Yeah)

They tried to put me in a box with some duct tape

Nigga, you ought to open up the motherfuckin' floodgates (Brrah)

Nigga look, me and Yandel hit the jackpot (Jackpot)

Tired of being broke, just a havenot

And back then I was sellin' crack rock

Tryna make the check, sick of livin' at the trap spot

I need an old school Chevy with a ragtop (Ragtop)

Hit the switches on a ho, make her ass drop (Blah)

Say Joyner got the streets on a padlock

Know I gotta do it for my city, I'm the mascot

This is for them niggas on a six yard (Woo)

For them hoes who ain't think I'd make it this far (Yeah)

Remember you was on top, you was in charge (Woah)

Now you livin' on my shadow like Spliff Star

Always knew one day I'd be this large (Yeah)

Born and raised out of Mass but I live far

Got a strong right jab and I hit hard

Fuck around and leave a nigga leaking like discharge

Salimos a la calle, siempre estamos en play

Entramos a la disco como dieciséi'

Me vieron en baja, se comen el fake

Y si fantasmea, no le vo'a dar break

La movie en P.R. como en USA

Ustedes no pasan ni del TSA

Yo siempre en la mía, viajando en privado

Y ustede' to'itos esperando en el gate (Rrr-ra)

Con to' los diamante' cómo Thanos (¡Oh-oh!)

Ya la baby tiene todo pago (¡Oh-oh!, cash)

Ustede' roncando que son malo' (¡Oh-oh!)

Y yo haciendo millone' con to' lo que grabo (¡Oh-oh!)

En la calle estamo' claro (Valentino)

Todo Gucci, todo caro

A lo' haters que me sigan dando follow

Mientras contando dinero, estoy ocupado (¡Plo!)

I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I'm the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh)

I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I just hit the fuckin' lotto

El banco siempre virao' (Eh-eh), abran la caleta (La caleta)

Medio melón que vale mi muñeca

Hay muchos que lo han tratao', no tienen la receta (Feel like I just won the lotto)

No le temo a los nombre', la calle me respeta (Joyner, I got you)

It's my birthday I'm 'bout to get high, high (High, high)

I tell a broke bitch "Bye, bye" (Bye, bye)

Spaceship whip look sci-fi

Mally think I'm a alien but I'm the guy, guy (Yee)

Came home, my bitch suck me dry, dry

But it's COVID-19, no high five (Nope)

I'm the best who ever did it and he got away with it

I win like it ain't no tie, tie, ooh

Why do I feel like Marshall? (Marshall)

Coldest white rapper in the game

Let me dig in my bag, my arsenal

Your bitch tip-toe on my marble

I ain't never been shit, ain't shit change

I came up with this when your bitch came

I always show up for the big game

400K on four wheels when I switch lanes

Got brothers like Mally, like Joyner (Ayy)

I got rich on my lawyer (Ayy)

Got two hoes kissin', got two in the tub gettin' naked, I think I might join her (Yee)

Was an angel until I destroyed her (Yeah)

Goyard bag, I spoiled her (Ayy)

Then it went to her head so I had to kick her out

See her around, nowadays I avoid her

I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I'm the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh)

I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I just hit the fuckin' lotto

I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I'm the realest nigga, I know (Brrra, brra-brra, ooh)

I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato

Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow

I just hit the fuckin' lotto

Mask Off Remix (Mask On) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Uh

Joyner, Joyner, Joyner

Sober minds

Dead silence

Yuh, listen, look

I don't take no fucking percocets

Molly, Percocets

No ecstasy, promethazine

No lean, no purple mess

No dirty Sprite but bitch, I got that Kyrie Irving step

If you don't think that I'm the shit, it's just cause you ain't heard me yet

I'm 'bout to put my mask on, my mask on

Stick all these industry niggas up until they cash gone

I know you high for the moment but that shit don't last long

I know you wasn't expecting this shit but you asked for it

I'm about to grab niggas by the throat

I'm about to crash Lil Yachty boat

I'm about to drag niggas by the coat

Take out your trash, sit it by the door

Shit, I got the mask on me, I'm 'bout to go

I hate when niggas act funny when I'm alone

And try to give daps to me and tip their hats to me

And they act gully when they at home

Yeah, I don't do Xannies or Mollys

Don't come near me with problems

And don't you compare me to Logic (never)

Go listen to Sriracha

Yeah, that's Amanda to Ronda

And that's a Benz to a Honda

Yeah, that's a dance with the devil

And I ain't dancing behind ya

My nigga, I'm a muthafucking entity

You don't get it, even landlords gotta pay rent to me

Gingerbread man fuckers ain't catchin' me

Sick and tired of niggas sickening, depressing me

Go to church, I testify

Pray to God I bless the beat

Kanye said "Touch the Sky"

Future might come for me

But I'm a fucking beast and if I die, that sucks for me

But where the crown I'ma kill the king

I bet a lot of haters won't feel the same

I dug the ground, I built the ring

I cut the cow I milked the game, nigga

I should cut a hole in the sky

Make you feel the rain, nigga feel the pain, nigga

A lot of rap niggas get nervous when they hear my name, nigga

I'm insane, nigga

Back when you was watching Leave It To Beaver

I was crushing on Tila Tequila

I was swagging in Adidas and Filas

Fuckin' divas call 'em Venus, Serena

Signed my deal and told em Cesar's a beater

Hope you didn't think I needed you neither

Take it back and told 'em I didn't mean it

'Cause my uncle said it's cheaper to keep it

Mask off, run in the back door

Blast y'all hats off

Fuck is you mad for?

I catch y'all, smash y'all

Don't mean to laugh hard

But all you funny to me

None of you niggas half hard

You think you comin' for me but you never could last long

You don't mean nothin' to me

And I come with some shit that'll make you niggas [*imitates mumble rap*]

Like that mumble rap shit [*laughter*]

Whoo, whoo!

Mask off, run in the back door

Blast y'all hats off

Fuck is you mad for?

I catch y'all, smash y'all

Don't mean to laugh hard

But all you funny to me

None of you niggas half hard

You runnin comin' for me but you never could last long

You don't mean nothin' to me

And I come with some shit

That'll make you niggas bump into me with a couple of weapons

And be afraid to get it poppin', now they duckin' and dippin', I mean

What's up with you mumble niggas that never say nothin'?

I'm about to make all of you fuckers go to bed in the oven

I go to sleep with the devil and wake up next to your mother

And you ain't telling me nothing

I mean I'm very disgustin'

I mean I'm ready to bust and

Put an end to you fucker, now what's what?

How many CDs could a woodchuck chuck

If he chucked it at every single nigga that sucked?

Huh?

Look, all you a lie

I don't cuff no hoes, you can have my bitch

I don't even mind

It seems like all these hoes wanna do is switch up

They rather be a guy

If she could suck my dick everyday for a living

Then that'd be her job, yuh

I said candy paint in yo fuckin' rims

.38 in yo fuckin' Benz

I was broke as fuck had a couple friends

A refrigerator and a cup of gin

Let's drink it up, me and you

'Cause these niggas fake, and I see it too

And they try to get me to pop Percocets and Molly

And I said

I don't take no fucking percocets

Molly, Percocets

No ecstasy, promethazine

No lean, no purple mess

No dirty Sprite but bitch, I got that Kyrie Irving step

If you don't think that I'm the shit it's just cause you ain't heard me yet

I'm about to put my mask on, my mask on

Stick all these industry niggas up until they cash gone

I know you high for the moment but that shit don't last long

I know you wasn't expecting this shit but you asked for it

Mask off, run in the back door

Blast y'all hats off

Fuck is you mad for?

I catch y'all, smash y'all

Don't mean to laugh hard

But all you funny to me

None of you niggas half hard

You think you comin' for me but you never could last long

You don't mean nothin' to me

And I come up some shit I [?]

Whoo, whoo!

Mask off, run in the back door

Blast y'all hats off

Fuck is you mad for?

I catch y'all, smash y'all

Don't mean to laugh hard

But all you funny to me

None of you niggas half hard

You think you comin' for me but you never could last long

You don't mean nothin' to me

And I'm coming with some shit

That'll make you niggas bump into me with a couple of weapons

And be afraid to get it poppin', now they duckin' and dippin', I mean

What's up with you mumble niggas who never say nothin'?

I'm about to make all of you fuckers go to bed in the oven

I go to sleep with the devil and wake up next to your mother

And you ain't telling me nothing

I mean I'm very disgustin'

I mean I'm ready to bust and

Put an end to you fucker, now what's what?

How many CDs could a woodchuck chuck

If he chucked it at every single nigga that sucked?

What the fuck? Fuck!

My Escape lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Yeah, yeah

Shorty, shorty, shorty

Look, look, look

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Look, I'm the realest one I know, tell them niggas not to play, ayy

I got secrets that I'm taking to grave, ayy

Sixteen first time I caught a case

Selling crack tryna get the fuck up out my momma's place, ayy

Niggas trapped, I was plotting my escape, ooh

Gettin' high, we was lockin' out of space, ooh

I ain't perfect, might've a few mistakes

Might've cheated on my bitch, but I know she woulda stayed, ooh, ooh

Look, I'm ill-matic with a street dream

I'ma independent one man street team

Told my bitch keep the dishes and the sheets clean

I keep the pot full 'cause my son can't eat steam

I'm just tryna keep my feet clean

Snitch niggas they be tryna keep the streets clean

Why you niggas buy clothes full of cheap seams?

I'ma shoot porn for the generic delete scenes

I'ma suffer for the wrongs that I remember

Wrong address, the karma get brought to the sender

In a room full of artists, I get brought to the center

Shots to the arm, sound like a fork in a blender

My money talk, but you don't want to talk to the vender

My money long, the only thing short is my temper

I drive by the showcase cartin' in a fender

I'm lucky that the law never caught through your fender

They tell me I learned everything the hard way, ugh

If I make it to the charts it'll be a long way, yeah

Now I look up at the charts and see an entrée

Now I look up at the charts and see a parfait

Y'all lookin' in the mirror and see Andre

Now I look up in the mirror and see Na, J and Dame or part Dame, way before it all changed

Way, way before the part when rockets fell a part Wave

Look, I'm the realest one I know, tell them niggas not to play, ayy

I got secrets that I'm taking to grave, ayy

Sixteen first time I caught a case

Selling crack tryna get the fuck up out my momma's place, ayy

Niggas trapped, I was plotting my escape, ooh

Gettin' high, we was lockin' out of space, ooh

I ain't perfect, might've a few mistakes

Might've cheated on my bitch, but I know she woulda stayed, ooh

I keep the feinds real far from where the pills are

I keep the re-up money far from where the bills are

Achieved a lot of goals to finish life still far

I heard beggers can't be choosers, but you still are

I can smell it through a motherfuckin' steel jar

I ain't had no time to cook it so it's still raw

Thou shall not kill, is that a real law?

'Cause I killed some of them niggas, but I wanna kill more

Should I get a drill or hack 'em with a steel saw?

I got low, but the fuck niggas still saw

The beats old, there's no peace that was still war

You been broke, ten years later and you still poor

I only write raps still 'cause I feel bored

But ADHD still made it to the Billboard

A lot of y'all were goaltending, but I still scored

And don't be gettin' in on shit that you ain't built for

'Cause we the realest, yeah, we the realest, yeah

Quich 'n tell a motherfucker what the deal is, yeah

Oh, you got the juice? Don't spill it, yeah

You gon' end up like Old Man Quillis, yeah

Make a nigga pay the price, I'll bill it, yeah

Turn the little fuck nigga to a sparin' chair

Push a nigga way back, I'll pill it, yeah

Make gunshot a ho with a skillet, yeah

Look, I'm the realest one I know, tell them niggas not to play, ayy

I got secrets that I'm taking to grave, ayy

Sixteen first time I caught a case

Selling crack tryna get the fuck up out my momma's place, ayy

Niggas trapped, I was plotting my escape, ooh

Gettin' high, we was lockin' out of space, ooh

I ain't perfect, might've a few mistakes

Might've cheated on my bitch, but I know she woulda stayed, ooh

Panda Remix lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Aye yo I'm tired of this fucking beat

Aye yo, how many of y'all niggas

How many of y'all niggas gotta do this beat?

I'm gonna kill this fucking panda, man...

I'm tired of this fucking panda song

I don't stand alone

I just wanna wrap my fucking hands across

Stab the head, and break the fucking panda's jaw

Burn em up and turn the fucking candles on

Choke em, beat em, put a couple hammers on em

Dab on a nigga while I'm standing on em

Kick him, punch him, throw him, make him slam the wall

Tie him to a cannon, make a cannon ball

Into the ocean, make him suffer too

Nigga this is fucking animal abuse

Animal cruelty on the fucking news

I'mma kill the panda till he bloody too

I'll make him black and blue, fuck the black and white

I don't fuck with niggas like a pack of dykes

Eat the panda bitch, I got an appetite

I'm out this world, I swear that I'm a satellite

How many rappers gotta try to pay me?

Tired of hearing niggas on the same beat

Time to kill the panda in my old pajamas, flying to Atlanta in the same week

What's a panda to a fucking polar bear?

A gorilla to a monkey, tiger to a puppy, lion to a kitten, wolf to a pigeon, shark to a fish and snake to an infant

Alligator in the water wet

Joyner Lucas to a dinosaur and pet

They ain't know that I'm Tyrannosaurus Rex

Cut the panda up and rip apart his neck

I ain't doing interviews and autographs

I don't like the way you talking all of that

I should fuck your bitch and never call her back

I'd go down in history as an artifact

But...

I'm tired of this fucking panda song

I just wanna wrap my fucking hands across

Stab the head, and break the fucking panda's jaw

Burn em up and turn the fucking candles on

Choke em, beat em, put a couple hammers on em

Dab on a nigga while I'm standing on em

Kick him, hit him, make him slam the wall

Tie him to a cannon, make a cannon ball

Into the ocean, make him suffer too

Nigga this is fucking animal abuse

Animal cruelty on the fucking news

I'mma kill the panda till he bloody too

That's a bloody mess, that's a bloody death

Tell them niggas hating on me, "suck a dick"

I ain't satisfied until I get to smash J-Lo and give her ass a couple kids

I’ve been on Animal Planet, I got my hands on the phantom

I kill it again, and nobody gotta hand me a Grammy

God damnit I barely don’t even want to hear what they planning

I sit in a Pana' again and then I blam with the hammer

The man with a plan, you looking at the man in the mirror

The man with a killer that drill a nigga straight in the building

I hang with realest, I really wanna handle my business

I get it, I get it. I gotta get it. Damn it, I did it

I’m out of this commodity

‘Bout'a be outta there, hotter than riding inside of a driver seat at Leh and Ladakh

How did we get out of them out of a prodigy, nigga

All I ever wanted was to hit the lottery, nigga

All eyes on me and they gotta be, nigga

Swear to God, 2Pac could be proud of me nigga

All I know is the fire burning inside of me, nigga

All I ever could be is real as I gotta be, nigga

But why you all wanna act hard?

Where I'm from we get it popping in the backyard

Now everybody wanna run up on the back door

Half pussy half bitch, you a cat-dog

Let me see you do the cat daddy on a black Caddy

Shorty got a fat fattie and flat belly

All she do is lap giving if she act petty

I'll kill a panda, throw that nigga off a balcony for running his mouth to me

And y'all done got me mad

I'mma put the panda in a body bag

What you doing 'round here? Why you standing 'round?

Why you niggas tryna lollygag?

You ain't got a life and you proud of that?

All you wanna know is where the molly at

All you hoes think about is Prada bags

I done killed the panda, where Desiigner at? (Nigga)

But this is not a diss, don't call it that

I'm just giving all you pandas hepatitis, cancer, HIV and a heart attack

All you broke bitches need to call a cab

Cause I ain't..

Yo, stop rapping over this Goddamn beat cause I ain't too fond of that

Look

I'm tired of this fucking panda song

I don't stand alone

I just wanna wrap my fucking hands across

Stab the head, and break the fucking panda's jaw

Burn em up and turn the fucking candles on

Choke em, beat em, put a couple hammers on em

Dab on a nigga while I'm standing on em like

Like, like this (brrraaaa)

Rambo lyrics - Joyner Lucas (feat. Lil Durk)

I got the sniper on top of the roof (Roof, ayy)

You'll never hear when I shoot (Shoot)

Bitch, you know I got nothin' to lose (Lose, shh, uh)

Don't ever hear when I shoot (Ayy, pew, ayy)

I'm finna shoot out this bitch like I'm Rambo (Rambo)

They can't see me, I blend in like camo (Yeah, yeah)

Fully loaded, won't run out of ammo (Bah)

Ain't no problem that I couldn't handle (Bah, bah, bah)

I got the sniper on top of the roof (Top of the roof, top of the roof, ayy, yeah, yeah)

You'll never hear when I shoot (Shoot, they'll never hear when I shoot)

Yeah

This a double-barreled shotgun, fully loaded (Ayy)

Loyalty, you should've showed it

I got a rap book full of Covid (Ayy, ayy)

Nigga, you bite, then you could expose it (Ayy, ayy)

This is a typo, couldn't focus (Focus, focus)

I cannot tell if your shit watered down or it's sugar-coated

Your shit trash, I should've wrote it (Ayy, ayy)

My shit crack, y'all coulda sold it (Sold it, woo)

I had your girl so high, lil' bitch could've floated

I might just roll up, get unfolded

Dick so big, bitch, couldn't hol' it

She wanna keep it so I had to mould it

This ain't no rap shit, I'm a poet

This ain't no cap shit, this a moment (Yeah, yeah)

Wishin' infatuation

She say she wanna know how I fuck, bitch, use your imagination

Nigga, my crib so big, I need me a navigation (Ayy)

I got bullets and clips and they ain't got no name

I let go on the bitch, had to run in that shit

Be like, "Hold up, lil' bitch, where you goin'?" (Bah, bah-bah, bah, bah-bah)

I keep the stick where I'm at

I'm player so I keep a bitch where I'm at (Yeah, yeah)

And when I'm outside, it's a blick where I'm at (Bah, bah)

And if we at war, you can't sit/see where I'm at (Grrah, grrah)

This cash on your head, you can never relax

I used to lock out for the drink

I used to abuse it, I'm mad, I have to relapse

I'm ridin' millions on millions and I'm from the streets, I had to adapt

That's why I keep a MAC in the back

Can't turn my back on the trap

Listen, watch how they breathe, nigga, they catch a asthma attacks

I know I got them MAC on my lap

I remember them days I was traffickin' crack

Cops on my dick, we was catchin' some flack

I ain't never had much, I just happen to rap

Niggas hate on me, I g-g-get the gat on they ass

I can bet that I

Won't be around when the murders increase

Stayin' a hundred of years in peace

Ain't have a bag, I went half on the lease

If you my brother ain't gotta keep reachin', no (Yeah)

And I'ma need more than a piece (Yeah)

Can't trust a ho, 'cause these hoes for the streets (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Just tell that boy, "Keep that ho on a leash"

Bitch, I had enough, she don't know when to leave (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

I've been on my motherfuckin' business way (Yeah, yeah)

Talkin' like a motherfuckin' business man (Yeah)

All these niggas know that I done been this way

I'm a fuckin' menace, you never can commend this pain (Yeah, yeah)

Pedal to metal, my metal can end a nigga life

Leave a nigga dead in the ghetto, I hit him with the pipe

Maybe lay your head in the pillow, I stick with a knife

You ain't on my level, you never can live up to the hype, alright

I, I, I gave a hundred to niggas in jail

You want a lawyer, just hit me, it's here

The 'Raq on my back even though I was frail

Count it up, I had to climb them stairs

This for my niggas locked down in a cell

Countin' them days, no one's writing you mail

Me and my pistol like Kenan and Kel

Bitch, I'm all that, you can see for yourself

That Glock go, "Boom" (That Glock go, "Boom")

But that switch go, "Frrtt" (Yeah, yeah)

When I'm in that room (When I'm in that room)

Money counter go, "Frrtt" (Hey, hey)

She gon' suck dick 'til I pee (Ayy)

She like, "Why you so mad at me?" (Ayy)

When this shot go off, you bleed

I got the sniper on top of the roof (Roof, ayy)

You'll never hear when I shoot (Shoot)

Bitch, you know I got nothin' to lose (Lose, shh, uh)

Don't ever hear when I shoot (Ayy, pew, ayy)

I'm finna shoot out this bitch like I'm Rambo (Rambo)

They can't see me, I blend in like camo (Yeah, yeah)

Fully loaded, won't run out of ammo (Bah)

Ain't no problem that I couldn't handle (Bah, bah, bah)

I got the sniper on top of the roof (Top of the roof, top of the roof, ayy, yeah, yeah)

You'll never hear when I shoot (Shoot)

Ramen & OJ lyrics - Joyner Lucas & Lil Baby

I got some needs, I need the money like I need to breathe

I need the hunnids, a lotta

I tell that lil' bitch I'm out of her league, out of her league

Yeah, Joyner

Joyner, Joyner, Joyner

I got some needs, I need the money like I need to breathe

I needs some hunnids, and I need to scheme

I need the W by any means, yada-da

Yada I mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league

Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers

You niggas keep makin' me sneeze

Did them off of blood and I'm makin' them bleed

You try to run and I'm breakin' your knees

I made 'em fall like I'm rakin' the leaves

You know I ball like I play for the league

I mean what I say and I say what I mean

I ain't no joke, we ain't makin' no memes

If I pull up on 'em, I'm makin' a scene

Bo-bo-bo, then I'm makin' them scream

Straight from the bricks, I need a lick

I dreamed about it since I was a jit

Nigga, I'm lit, I cannot miss

Came from the bottom and got me a check

Bitch, I'm a threat, I gotta flex

You want the crown but don't know what it takes

I am build different, I'm not what you think

I cannot lose, I go out with a bang

I hope you never say my name in vain

I'm with whatever, just not for no games

I know they say I changed, I cannot say the same

I bet they want me shackled and locked in the chains

I guess that's just what happens with bad news

On my momma, I never been fragile

I'm the wrong one to fuck with, it's taboo

Turn you niggas to R.I.P. tattoos

Still a youngin' but feel like a OG

Can't forget all this shit that they told me

Tired of niggas thinkin' that they know me

You gon' turn me back into the old me

You gon' turn me back into a savage

I done did shit you couldn't imagine

Leveled up and then bought me a mansion

I can never go back to a has-been

I can never go back to the old days, no way

Back to walkin' to work on a cold day

Back to thinkin' my ex was my soulmate

Back to tellin' myself, "We'll be okay"

We'll be okay, was survivin' off ramen and OJ

Shorty payin' the bills, I had no safe

I can never go back to the bottom, to the bottom

Sellin' drugs, never know when the cops come

Niggas jealous, they wanted to rob us

I was just tryna get me some dollars, couple dollars

Turn my pennies from hundreds to commas

I'm so happy them days are behind us

I ride by different spots, I get flashbacks

I can't get on your level, I'm past that

Watch me run that shit up, I can't go back to nothin', tryna get to the top of the world

My nigga went crazy, walked on his corner and seen someone fuckin' his girl

Fuck all that spinnin' block, that's that lil' boy, shit, we catch him, we rockin' his world

I let everybody have their fun with me

Never had a woman say she done with me

I was workin' out on the company

I keep money coming in constantly

My lil' brodie and them be having Runtz for cheap

Tryna get it, I been on the run for weeks

I bet none of you young niggas can come for me

Both of my kids got it honestly

I'm the real deal, all the way, I don't half-step

Gotta do better than last year, that's my motto

Put a switch on the blick, fully auto

Put them thangs on the pain like I'm Rylo

Proud to say that I finally changed up

Why the fuck they keep bringin' my name up? 'Cause I'm poppin'

I can never go back to the old days, no way

Back to walkin' to work on a cold day

Back to thinkin' my ex was my soulmate

Back to tellin' myself, "We'll be okay"

We'll be okay, was survivin' off of ramen and OJ

I was payin' the bills, I had no safe

I can never go back to the bottom, to the bottom

Sellin' drugs, never know when the cops come

Niggas jealous, they wanted to rob us

I was just tryna get me some dollars, couple dollars

Turn my pennies from hundreds to commas

I'm so happy them days are behind us

I'm so happy them days are behind me

I'm so happy the paper done found me

I done keep some good niggas around me

I got rid of them niggas who doubt me

Keepin' good energy and I'm prayed up

Tunnel vision, they never can phase us

Once you cross me, ain't nothin' can save you

Pull that thing out the, it's dangerous

Bitch, I'm dangerous

Run It lyrics - Joyner Lucas & Meek Mill

[Meek Mill:]

Cuban Linx and kilos

We might get the rico

Pull up on a sucka take his bitch like I was D Bo

Got the four five in the six call it Cee-Lo

Buying bottles with your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!)

All of my niggas official as fuck

Big ass Mulsanne like I'm whipping the truck

I'm sippin' Ciroc while I'm sittin' with Puff

And talking 'bout business with Jigga at lunch

That's cray, that's cray

New toys, let's play

I brought spades, with the deuce, like poof, let's [?]

I must say, I get money, fuck ho, don't pay

And I ball, in the clutch, Ray Al, for that tre

And I ride, for the Ye, West side, Kim K

White girl, through The Bay, my hood, I'm Mac Dre

Bitch, if money talks why you niggas never say shit?

If sky's the limit, why I'm ridin' in a space ship?

My money talkin' and my Rollie never tickin niggas

Five bullets [?] on the wrist I'm official nigga

[Joyner Lucas & Timbaland:]

I'm feeling a way...

Whoa, run it

Run it

Run it

Whoa

This is what we do

Run it

Run it

Run it

Run it

Yeah

[Joyner Lucas:]

My bitch look like Halle

My bitch look like Kylie

Your bitch don't look happy

None of ya'll hoes can have me

Can't touch me, can't touch this

MC Hammer with the swaggy

Can't cuff me, can't function

Bitch, I don't want to get married

They ain't ever want me on payroll

They ain't ever want me have say-so

Always had a crush on J-Lo

Thought I was the man 'til my chain broke

I was so broke can't change clothes

You don't keep it real, you a lame-o

You don't make a move 'til I say so

When I get loose, anything goes

Money in the mother fuckin' mattress

They was tryna take it, but I need to get away

I think I'm tripping cause a nigga never had it

I never had a way, I think I struggled every day

Talking to God I'm hoping he could do some magic

Hoping to get paid and then take all my stress away

And I could finally buy a mother fucking mansion

Then move my friends in, and get Benzs

Cause this shit sound like sci-fi

I ain't ever had no wifi

I grew up where the guns went- (pow pow)

Almost got killed in a drive-by

Stay in your biz don't mind mines

I'm in your top five's top five

Can't touch this nigga, why try?

Gimme yo shit or you might die

[Joyner Lucas:]

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Whoa, run it

Run it, run it

Run it, run it

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Run it, run it

Wait, hold up, yo, look

[Joyner Lucas:]

Your shit sound like bubble gum, popcorn, starburst, chocolate

Gum drop, cupcake, milkshake, [?], candy cane, rainbow

Your shit sound like summer time, playground, third grade

Ice cream, fun pop, Reese's, Hershey's, swirly, lemonade, mango

Momma thought I was retarded

Daddy thought I was lethargic

They said I wasn't the smartest

Grammy knew I was an artist

All of y'all niggas is trash, go throw your shit in the garbage

I threw your shit in the ocean, I hope it swim with the starfish

I remember when you wouldn't fuck with me

Ain't nobody wanna ride the bus with me

Ain't nobody wanna share lunch with me

Family couldn't keep in touch with me

Now they all can't get enough of me

Now they want to fly with me in luxury

Same hoes never want to let me hit

Now they all want to bust nuts for me

Name another nigga poppin' than me?

I never been cocky, but they don't want a problem with me

And fuck all these haters that wanna take a dollar from me

Nigga fuck any rapper yo I don't need a counter with me

Ain't nobody wasn't lookin' for me, they was hiding from me

All of them was counting me out now they counting on me

I'm so motherfucking hot that the wind is a sauna to me

Right before I pull the trigger and begging that God forgive me I said

[Joyner Lucas:]

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Whoa, run it

Run it, run it

Run it, run it

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Run it, run it

Run it, whoa

Run it, run it

Wait, hold up, look

Say Hello To Adele lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Now I be lying if I, I be

Now I be lying if I told you I ain't trying to get rich

I need mines, I need grind, ain't no time for no bitch

I'm surprised I'm alive, oh my god, take him up

Make him fly, break him even

They been sleeping, wake them up

They got molly, they got bands, I got fans, I got ooh

I got dro, I got grams, I got damn, I got blow, hoe

I got what you need, homie don't raise your voice at me my G

All these eyes on me, I see, that's word to Pac and B.I.G. I be, I be

On stages, and ain't there nowhere I got to go

I ain't got no fucking patience that's one thing you got to know

All these rappers in my way, they think they famous, I don't know

When I watch them hit the pavement I'ma feel like Holly Holms

I swear it don't get no better than this

I told my bitch we better get rich

Then flip these chips and get a new whip

And twist my wrist in front of ya, none of ya

Want to get pimped you son of a prick, let's flip this win and then uh

Jump in the air

I just want to dig a hole in a cell

I just want to say Hello to Adele

Yeah yeah whooh whooh

I just want to let you know that I'm here

I just want to sing a song and a prayer

I just want to make a toast to El Chapo

My idol, I might dig a hole in a cell

I should probably change my hoe to affair

I could probably make your hoe disappear

Different emotions you don't know what to feel

Always feel like my jeans burning

No bail and I'm seen murdering

New gold grills and your teeth hurt

I'm still walking and my feet hurt

Where's Uber when you need one?

Just tell me where you see one

I'm driving bars on the wall

Okay, where's Luda when you need her?

Listen, I'm my back to the wall

Then I'm back to the zone, I'm in a Twilight

If you ever get a minute tell them other little niggas I've been winning I've been doing it from hindsight

Don't you ever get a pen in on my level never said I'm not a rebel don't you ever get on my mic

And you ever been a kid and been a winner by the niggas and the pen I'ma end 'em in the limelight rhyme-light

I'm like, I'm like

Swish swish whooh

I'm like eh ya hoe, there I go

I'ma kill the game this year

Say I won't, may I? Woo

I don't give a fuck about no haters or what I never did

I got angels here and that's evident

I got halos all in my head I swear

Y'all done lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y'all done... Y'all done lost... Lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y'all done... Ya... Y'all done lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y'all done... Y'all done lost... Lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y'all done, lost your motherfucking mind

Got what you need, this that 24-hour spot

This that Massachusetts, Kawasaki, and the Yamaha

My Mama, Auntie, told me if I ever started drama

I can go to jail

But fuck the cops

And tell the judge to suck my cock and go to hell

No filter, but I got real love

Niggas ain't real son, tryna get meals but

Everyone's still friends, she don't got heels on

But her ass still fat, bet if I hit that she gonna tear up

Where are my real thugs, when they gonna hear us, when they gonna feel us?

Everyone act cray

Don't know what make they way

I tell your bitch: ay baby

Poppa can't crip stand

They ball so hard since wristbands

So my broads ain't got no implants, these bras ain't got no kickstands, and I know it though

Hold up

Fuck what you feel

I just want to sell salt to a snail

I just want to sell a hoe to a queer

I just want to go to Oprah and Phil

Give them both a little coke and some pills

I remember when I had to scrape a little change just to go to the store for some milk

I remember when my ex bitch didn't come home, she was stroking the field

I don't think you really know how I feel

I don't think you niggas know how to chill, whooh

So, the fuck is you thinking you older than me?

You got some type of control over me?

Just cause you got some shit you can hold over me, like you running this shit?

Act like I won't put my tongue in your bitch

Bring her closer to me

And then go to the beach, sit in the water

Don't act like you not an emotional creep

I pull over the jeep (skrrt, skrrt)

I just want to let you know that I'm here

I just want to sing a song and a prayer

I just want to make a toast to El Chapo

My idol, I might dig a hole in a cell

I just want to say Hello to Adele

I could probably make your hoe disappear

I don't think you niggas know how it feels

Y'all done lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y'all done... Y'all done lost... Lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y'all done... Ya... Y'all done lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y'all done... Y'all done lost... Lost your motherfucking mind, ooh

Y'all done, lost your motherfucking mind

Shoot My Shot lyrics - Joyner Lucas

(from "Space Jam: A New Legacy" soundtrack)

Shooting my shot, I ain't gon' miss

I'm gon' splash, I'm gon' swish

Oh, you wanna stop my water, my drip?

You can try, but you ain't taking me alive

You ain't taking me alive

So gimme my spot, I ain't gon' sit

Shooting my shot, I ain't gon' miss

You ain't never seen no one do it like this

If you say you did then you's a lie

You ain't takin' me alive

I believe I can fly

I believe anything could be achieved when applied

Gotta reach for the sky

Wanna do it but I never had a reason to try

Do you believe in a lie?

Want something so bad it could eat you alive

I see the grief in your eyes

Pray the opportunities might reach you in time

But I came too far to give up now

Worked too hard to get stuck now

Every corner I turned I was turned down

Had to look at my life like what now?

Can't express myself, I shut down

Ain't no one left, it's just us now

Just me and myself and my buss down

Momma couldn't pay rent, but we up now

Shooting my shot, I ain't gon' miss

I'm gon' splash, I'm gon' swish

Oh, you wanna stop my water, my drip?

You can try but you ain't taking me alive

You ain't taking me alive

So gimme my spot, I ain't gon' sit

Shooting my shot, I ain't gon' miss

You ain't never seen no one do it like this

If you say you did then you's a lie

You ain't taking me alive

I been thinking 'bout this since I was young

And I fell in love and I was sprung

I know you gon' miss me when I am gone

Ooh lord, I'ma die a legend like 24

RIP to the 24

When I was cold I was moving with the wind, yeah

Might of fell, but I'm doing it again, yeah

Just a kid I was shooting at the rim, yeah

They wasn't there when I was shooting in the gym, yeah

You wasn't there when I was hooping in the pen, yeah

New year, but I feel like I been here

New year, now I'm cruising in the Benz, yeah

New year, but I feel like I been here

Shooting my shot, I ain't gon' miss

I'm gon' splash, I'm gon' swish

Oh, you wanna stop my water, my drip

You can try, but you ain't taking me alive

You ain't taking me alive

So gimme my spot, I ain't gon' sit

Shooting my shot, I ain't gon' miss

You ain't never seen no one do it like this

If you say you did then you's a lie

You ain't taking me alive

Shooting my shot, I ain't gon' miss

I'm gon' splash, I'm gon' swish

Oh, you wanna stop my water, my drip

You can try, but you ain't taking me alive

You ain't taking me alive

So gimme my spot, I ain't gon' sit

Shooting my shot, I ain't gon' miss

You ain't never seen no one do it like this

If you say you did then you's a lie

You ain't taking me alive

Slow Down lyrics - Elijah James & Joyner Lucas

[Elijah James:]

I can't follow you into the darkness

And I can't follow you into the grave

If you want to go that way

You can go alone

Oh if you want to roll that way

Just know that I won't come

I know that I am different

And you don't understand

But it's because I'm different

I'll rise and rule the land

Aye, aye

They think I need to Slow Down

Think I need to slow down

Think I need to slow down

Think I need to slow down

Oh, I think I know now

Oh, I think I know now

Oh, I think I know now

Words will keep your soul bound

Oh, if you want to go that way, you can go alone

Oh, if you want to roll that way

Just know that I won't come

[Joyner Lucas:]

Look, you got an attitude (Yeah)

I hate when you get mad when I'm mad at you

I think you should relax with the latitude

And we done did a lot of things for the gratitude

Cheers to the days I was in a stressful place

Running up the bank, moving next to Chase (Yeah)

And broke bitches always got expensive taste

She gon' suck me off and see how expensive taste

You'll be my bae and my confidant (Yeah)

Struggle through the pain and the ramidon

I could be your slave and your Amistad

Love the way you move your waste when my song is on (Uh-huh)

Uh-huh, you the baddest

And I'ma hype you up like some ad-libs (Hol' up)

And I can't get enough of your assets

I hope to God you ain't nothing like my last bitch

Can't gas me, I'm a Tesla (Tesla)

She just wants rules and affection (Affection)

Then tell me what you do like Alexa (No)

But I ain't really cool with the extras

Blessed to be living and my mind is clear (Yeah)

Tryna chase you but ain't no time to spare (Well)

I don't know where I'm going but I'll find you there (Yeah)

And we can make love every time you're here (Yeah)

[Elijah James:]

They think I need to Slow Down

Think I need to slow down

Think I need to slow down

Think I need to slow down

Oh, I think I know now

Oh, I think I know now

Oh, I think I know now

Words will keep your soul bound

They think I need to Slow Down

Think I need to slow down

Think I need to slow down

Think I need to slow down

Oh, I think I know now

Oh, I think I know now

Oh, I think I know now

Words will keep your soul bound

I can't follow you into the darkness

And I can't follow you into the grave

Snapple lyrics - Street Ruff Money (feat. Joyner Lucas)

Whoo!

Some niggas want to kill me I don't care if y'all feel me I'm a motherfuckin rider

A hundred teeth bites to your 23 strikes Ima mothafuckin tiger

I used to grip hammers now I carry Nick Cannons like I wanna fuck Mariah

Your talkin bout bands but your hoppin out the van yous a motherfuckin liar

Trappin on the block with a choppa in the car but I never got caught

You heard all about me couple niggas try to out me but they never got far

Shares to the dre's couple shots to the face and the rest is all yours

Don't smile at my face with your drills at your face like a nigga Paul Walsh

Got shooters and them niggas all talk

Jail posed with a cellphone and my niggas all call

Few problems that I'm never gon solve

Couple bad bitches with some kids so I never go raw swear to God that I never go hard

Drunk sex on a rollercoaster bitch you better hold on- and my Cadillac really so soft

Shit Ima die in the booth till the heavens gon call

Who the fuck you think you fuckin with I'm Joyner- trappin inna corner gettin high but I ain't have no marijuana

Make a nigga wanna die from paranoia

Take your body dig a hole big enough to put a tractor on you- nigga drownin and ain't gettin out the water

Double sided penny flippin dimes time to get a half a quarter

I don't even think you need to have a lawyer

Order in the court I'm the judge bitch you gettin outta order motherfucka

And I ain't finna show you where the drugs at- fuck rap

I ain't give a fuck about a crush back- trust that

Pull my dick out and just make her suck that- bust that

Hoes that who see me give you a nut bath- scrub that

Feel like I'm ready to go above cats- up that

Over your rims and under your hubcaps- puff that

Smokin some shit that get you a come bat' scumbag

Imma submit em sick of them dumb rats

Yeah I'm finna show you where the loves at- fuck rap

I ain't give a fuck about a dumb stack- trust that

Gucci and Fendi and where the sun's at- bust that

Shit that you speakin and give you a bloodbath- scrub that

I'm more than ready to go above cats- up that

Over your head and under your suncaps- puff that

Spit at and kick you niggas and punt that like.. like spit

Don't your hear the drums hittin on the 808

I used to get a couple bitches that'd pay to play

Never really had shit but I mad a way- and all I gave em was some hard dick and some gatorade

Pussy young and I'm doin what I had to do

Back when I was just a nigga with an attitude

Grandma told me rap music ain't an avenue so I went hard and now I'm flyin like a parachute

Joyner Lucas give a million with the man ho

Workin so hard I forgot to change clothes

Kickas hella soft rappers with the same flow- and all there fuckin heads cotton candy and some rainbows

Hold up- who you think you is?

Imma go hard no matter who you say you is

I ain't for the small talk big can put the strap and I'm to busy for distractions don't be asking me no questions nigga mind yo fuckin business

They askin me questions- like

Are you Joyner? From paranoia?

Put a tractor.. nih

Niggas drownin and ain't gettin out the water tryna.. tryna get to have a quarter

I don't even think you really have a lawyer

Order in the court I'm the judge bitch you gettin out of order

Who the fuck you think you fuckin with I'm Joyner

Trappin in the corner gettin high but I ain't have no marijuana

Make a nigga wanna die from paranoia

Take your body dig a hole big enough to put a tractor on you

Nigga drownin and ain't gettin out the water

Double sided penny flippin dimes time to get a half a quarter

I don't even think you need to have a lawyer

Order in the court I'm the judge bitch you gettin out of order motherfucka

Sometimes lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Okay, I grew up with the regular thugs, I thought I'd tell you that

I thought, I thought you noticed that

Hanging with the hustlers, gettin' love from all the older cats

Listening to B.I.G., taking notes whenever Hov would rap

Looking up to Pun trynna learn to rhyme

Fantasized about Kim when I was only nine

I still remember when Nas told me the world is mine

But it was dark and hella tight around that fuckin' time

I never really had no money, all the pressure was free

Nowadays I'm out for presidents to represent me

Nowadays I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

You only think that you the shit because you never met me

Shit, I've been vibin' out since I was two

Back when Puff and Mase was wearing them shiny suits

Back when Wu-Tang was killing shit and I salute

Swear I shed a tear to Ghostface's "All that I got is you"

Yeah I'm influenced by the leaders of the East Coast, music to the death of me

Big L, Guru, Big Noyd rest in peace Jam Masta Jay too dammit

Lost a lot of great ones but they never'll vanish

I remember speaking Spanish, mami [?]

Let me hit you with the [?]

I remember bumping Fugees back when Lauryn Hill was there

Back when she would sing the sweetest shit a man can ever hear

Cyrus put me on the Onyx back when I was twelve

'Til I stole the tape and started jamming by myself

Shit Noreaga made me feel like I could be myself

Then got convicted saying some shit that everybody felt

And that's just real

Sometimes I wanna cry and pry

Somtimes, sometimes I wanna chillay

Sometimes, sometimes I get drunk all God damn day

Sometimes I wanna go back around the way

Sometimes I wanna ride and smoke

Sometimes, sometimes I got money and I still feel broke

[x3]

I guess my middle name must be He-Ain't-Shit

Every time I'm in the club bitches be like: "He ain't shit!"

All of my niggas know we ain't shit

It's some niggas trynna make it out this pre-game shit, word

I break bread, red, hundred dollar bills

Had to go independent I was running out of deals

Low commission, I was free as can be

Now a nigga back in business like I'm EPMD

Wishing I could be Talib like a motherfucker

Living just to get by is not enough for us

Couple kids and the government be blessed of us

I guess this is it, knock your niggas' blockbusters

[?], fuck what you talkin' 'bout

I used to bust some Cool J's, momma said: "I'll knock you out!"

A boombox, two pays to clean your Cogney mouth

With the ill nine or two ways to meet Foxy Brown

Yeah I'm influenced by the leaders of the East Coast, music to the death of me

ODB, MCA, Freaky Tah, rest in peace Jam Masta Jay too dammit

Lost a lot of great ones but they never'll vanish

I remember bumping Lost Boyz, I ain't even care

Let me hit you with the Black Rob shit until you scared

I remember bumping Black Moon and Buckshot, I was there

Back when he would say the hardest shit a man could ever hear

Daddy put me on the gangsters when I was twelve

'Til I stole the tape and started jamming by myself

Noreaga made me feel like I could be myself

Like I can vent and say some shit that everbody felt

And that's just real

Sometimes I wanna cry and pry

Somtimes, sometimes I wanna chillay

Sometimes, sometimes I get drunk all God damn day

Sometimes I wanna go back around the way

Sometimes I wanna ride and smoke

Sometimes, sometimes I got money and I still feel broke

[x3]

Ayo shout out to all the different regions that helped to build this hip hop shit and make it great

West, South

But on this one I wanted to talk about where I'm from and some of the shit that inspired me coming up

See, young niggas from the East Coast don't really pay homage no more, and I know there were those that paved the way for me

Out here, and I wanted to acknowledge y'all, word

Joyner!

Stranger Things lyrics - Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown

[Chris Brown:]

Bottles and a bucket full of ice (yeah)

Better make room, vroom hear the Lambo (celebrate)

Bitch better believe that I'ma sniper (yeah)

You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)

Pop up with the chopper and artificial niggas actin' like bitches, it done started up a epidemic

It don't make a difference, nigga, we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'

A hundred million platinum, fuck it, you ain't gotta listen (celebrate)

You better step down to me, feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me

Now choke, talk to the dick honestly

I'm dope, bitch, comin' like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)

I don't like when I lose (I don't), if I don't buy her them shoes, I don't like those (regulate)

Do anything that I want to it, think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)

[Joyner Lucas (Chris Brown):]

While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalking in the sky

With some shooters, we jump inside of the Buick

You duck and hide from the Rugers

A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar

When the music, guess I'm alive and I use it

Get stuck inside of the cubics

I never lie but the truth is

I'm fuckin' tired of these losers

And all my life want the food

When it's summertime and the juice

But I'd rather die than to lose

It's a matter of time 'fore I lose it

And strategize with the movement

Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh

Hoe, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh

Pretty with a face full of scars, all they did was build me up

Try to take me apart, they ain't never wanna (celebrate)

Like you have a label, call the doctor

Heard the chopper make 'em do the macarena

All you niggas sweet as candy

Chocolate chip and I relate to Jolly Ranchers

Stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored

Get the paper, I'ma (celebrate)

On the corner

Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona

Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona

Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna

Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate)

All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (woah)

Bitch, I'm the professor, you a student to me, woah

Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)

All we do is win, you a loser to me

Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)

You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities

Bunch of lil niggas tried grabbin' me (grabbin' me)

Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me

You don't wanna see the other side of me (yeah)

Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me

I just might take her 'round to Applebee's (Applebee's)

Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri

[Chris Brown:]

Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?

Watch you utter, stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me double it

Lime green 'rari, two twins, call 'em double mints

If all you pussy niggas my kids are in trouble then

Shut up before I spank you for actin' up

Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas 'cause she bad as fuck

And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less your chain is tucked

You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross-criss, make you jump

I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the trunk

Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want

Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump

I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a fuck 'bout they owners

Nigga, look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus

And every motherfuckin' record, that's a hit, I record it (celebrate)

And every motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch, they reported (celebrate)

You paid your way for this fade and can't even afford it

Seventy-five mil', look at me now (celebrate)

And all these bad bitches can't keep their feet down (elevate)

You don't really wanna see Brown

Need to stop all that shit, talkin' put the seat down

Joyner, I don't really feel these niggas

Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas

Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas

Vet, so I'm finna good will these niggas (celebrate)

[Joyner Lucas:]

I'ma kill these niggas, I should grill these niggas

Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas

Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could smell me, nigga

Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, nigga

I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon

Hoe, you actin' like a pig, you fuckin' filthy, nigga

Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said I'm guilty

I said da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga

[Joyner Lucas:]

They must have forgot that I'm pyscho (jheeze)

Oh, you want war? Say no more

Turn your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)

[Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown:] You better be sure, better be sure

[Joyner Lucas:] I'm the realest nigga, that I know

[Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown:]

And I'm so bored, I might switch cars

Save a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)

And neighbors knockin' on my door, what the fuck you want?

Bitch, I'm Irak (jheeze)

Listen, nigga, mind your business

I'm so sick of niggas tellin' me how I've been livin' my life

Sick of rubbin' shoulders, now I'm runnin' over every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride

I was watchin', you was shoppin'

Ain't never had the shit in my side

Now I'm poppin', I'm poppin', and your bitch keep hittin' my line

[Chris Brown:]

It's complicated, fuckin' up with my main bitch

Givin' it to the side bitch at the same damn time

Puttin' my face in it, never wastin' it

I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time

And then I'ma proceed and play with the pussy

You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie

But I give a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're actin', so (celebrate)

Suge (Remix) lyrics - Joyner Lucas & Tory Lanez

[Joyner Lucas:]

Yeah, ain't no one colder than me (Yeah)

I'm straight from the mud, I got me a plug

And now I be rollin' with Meech (Woah, woah)

You think you the shit? I think you a bitch

Now go 'head and call the police (Bitch)

These niggas a trip, your homie's a snitch

He'll probably be home in a week (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I hit up Tory and told him, "I know you don't like me but fuck it I'm over the beef" (Word)

Told 'em we could be friends, invited him over and gave him some soda and bleach (Haha)

They said, "Joyner you lost it"

I told them they soft

Now go take a stroll on the beach (Yeah)

Nigga, I get the sauce, bitch, I'm a dog

Just don't get a hold of my leash (Ruff)

Y'all niggas back to the bluffin' (Blah)

Joyner get back to the bustin' (Blah)

If I do not make a few million this year then I might just go back to the hustlin'

I got me some product and I ain't gon' hide it

I might just start trappin' in public

I might go to prison and free all my niggas

That's word to Harriet Tubman

Tired of you askin' me questions, I'm sick of it (Buh, buh)

"Why you keep shuttin' shit down on the internet? (Grra)

Why do you have so much talent and benefits?

Why you keep droppin' your album in increments?"

A.D.H.D. is a social experiment

Who pay attention the most when they hearin' it?

You cannot stop it, there's no interferin' it

This is my moment and no one is sharin' it

Nigga, I'm just gettin' started, I hit all my targets

I promise I'm very defiant (Yeah)

If I do not win the Grammy this year then I'll blow that bitch up and then everyone dyin' (Yeah)

I think all my shit is hot, if everyone think that it's not then everyone lyin'

I hope my shit doesn't flop, 'cause I'll put a gun to your head and make everyone buy it

I'm diggin' the hole you get buried inside (Woo), or you get buried in silence

The day that I die I get buried in diamonds

I'm killin' you niggas, you barely survivin' (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)

I think I'm so high, I could marry a pilot

I'm Area 51 alien, I let my UFO fly in, it's scary and violent

I shut down the planet, you hearin' the sirens (Buh, buh)

I'm very excited and you shouldn't bother (Woo)

Joyner got too many problems (Word)

I told that little bitch that I'm down with a threesome as long as it's you and your mama (Yeah)

I ain't got no patience, I love to get dirty

But fuck it I'm cool with the drama (Cool)

When niggas be hatin', I tell them, "No worries my nigga, Hakuna Matata"

I don't wear Prada, just bring me a white tee (Buh)

I bust some Margiela's, I still wear the Nikes (Grra, grra)

I roll with some hitters, I know you don't like me

I shit on you niggas, now bring me some wipeys (Grra, grra)

You think I'm a killer? Well maybe I might be

I ain't got no feelings I dare you to fight me (Buh)

I'll swing with a left but I'm really a righty

Get pussy and money, it barely excites me

I'm ready, don't try me, so bow

Fuck all you pricks

You cannot harm me, I think you a bitch

You think I'm corny? I think I'm the shit

When she get horny, she tickle my dick

When I was broke, I would think like I'm rich

'Til I fucked up my credit and hit me a lick (Woo, woo, woo)

Then I got me some money to get me a crib

And then blew it on bitches from Plenty of Fish (Fuck was I thinkin'?)

I'm goin' back to the streets (Yeah)

If Freddy and Jason had babies, my nigga I promise then that would be me (Word)

Niggas all in my honey and actin' all funny, I think I'm attracted to bees

They told me that I changed, I looked in the mirror like what the fuck happened to me?

Ever since I done came up, these niggas been so in their feelings

They countin' my pockets I know that it's killin' 'em

Don't tell me you proud when you know that you jealous

The money keep pilin' I know that you smell it

You think you entitled? Well suck on a dick and I hope that you swallow

And that's how I'm feelin', put that on the Bible

Don't call me your family, you know you're my rival I do what I gotta

Now turn the fuckin' TV up, I'm in the media

And ain't nobody wanna see me up, a nigga heating up

I'm like a sickle cell anemia, I really mean it

But I'm 'bout to slow a nigga breathin' up, I think he's seen enough (Buh, buh, buh)

I go to hell, I fuck a demon up, I think I'm mean enough

To beat a nigga with Adidas 'til I fuck the sneakers up (Yeah)

I'll sucker-punch you when I'm sneakin' up

You couldn't see me but I had to hit 'em like a meteor (Boom, boom, boom)

And make 'em giddy up, to get the trunk

And I went from nothing to somethin'

I fell in love with the guns and I got a hundred and one (Brrratat)

And like every day that I'm bustin' I'm putting one in your stomach

I got 'em jumping and running, you better cover and duck (Brrratat)

And I'm not the one to be fucked with

I'm not the one that you think you could do whatever you want to (Brrratat)

There's gonna be repercussions

The enemies know what's up and I'm up at three in the mornin'

When you be sleepin' and yawnin', you know the evil be callin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Somebody better call the ambulance or the E-M-T (Yeah)

Nigga, I'm the bomb like T-N-T

Bet I roll up on a nigga with a G-M-C (Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat)

Get to clappin' on 'em, end of it, the E-N-D

Call the plug, tell him that I want at least ten keys

Now I'm back in business, E-P-M-D (Woo)

Couldn't walk in my shoes with a street stampede

Can't walk this way, I Run D-M-C (Yeah, yeah)

[Tory Lanez:]

Pack in the mail, I sit it down and it's crackin' the scale

Had to switch position from the kitchen, nigga, I was flippin' like a spatula there

Pretty Ricky with them bitches, when I'm hittin' long as a dread on spectacular hair

Here shit, light shit, white whip, open up it look like a packet of mayo

I'm back in Rodeo, fuckin' up the check and chuckin' up the set

And I'm back off the layover, pay-over way over niggas

No slumber but a nigga stay over, nigga

Your bitch is with me 'til the day-day, AK loaded up the same way

Chain swang, white person screamin' out, "Gang gang!"

Slide or kick, Jet Li or Liu K-K-Kang (Wah!)

I got a Little B, he call me based God like brring, ding, ding

Got a main dame, Audemar, and that's my main thang

Got a Rollie watch, her name Jane but she plain plain, so we call her plain Jane

Over her, I let it bang-bang like the fingers twistin' on a gang member sittin' in the chain gang

Nigga, please, I got old nigga cheese, y'all got hoe nigga knees

Can't let a faux nigga roll up, put a hole in your shit then let the ho nigga leave, man

Y'all niggas know a nigga T-O-R-Y, all my niggas got paws and they're always for the free

"O" for the fee, if a nigga throw a couple Gs, get a little nigga smoked for the free, man

1-5-0, first show, nigga, that's how I go, I was chosen with those melodies

Niggas hatin', I've been goin' up with those enemies

And the snakes keep blowin' it with those in the breeze

I'm up to no good, my boy's in the hood

With no young Jeezy, and no Jody Breezy, could blow 40 Gs

Still come back, who the fuck lookin' like the Ol' Dirty B from the Wu-Tang, nigga?

I could say nothin' on a motherfuckin' track, still go back plat' like Pootie Tang, nigga

Do your thing, nigga, hoppin' in the Mulsanne

Hotter than a blue flame lit up in the full tank, nigga

Man niggas better hide, niggas what, niggas what?

Nigga, niggas at the bottom of the food chain, nigga

Nigga so lame, can't crew hang, nigga, can't crew bang with ya, can't move a thang with ya'

See a little bad bitch walkin' down the block, but she lookin' at me 'cause your crew can't get her

I'm a dominator, moderator

Pass your chick like hot potato

Police non-cooperator

I won't tolerate a bitch that's talkin' crazy, not me, lil' nigga

I be on the beach with the sea, lil' nigga

I been triplin' up the doubles and threes, lil' nigga

Livin' it up with the women up in Vis, lil' nigga

Give it up all my niggas is tuckin', I hope a nigga's duckin'

I been drippin' and drippin' like a nigga's tippin' the bucket

I been whippin' these bitches and stickin' out my dick in public

They be lickin' a nigga to get to familiar fuckin'

I be fuckin' these women in ten-percent'd tinted windows

And I'm yellin' and tellin' I gotta get it, get to steppin'

I'm reppin' Umbrella forever, my niggas in abundance

I'm fly as propellers, you jealous

And if a nigga comin', I'm eatin' these niggas like ketchup and relish on a bun

I got the money to fund the wonders of what I wanted

And when I want it, I wanna feel like you can't front on it

I got your ex-chick and your next chick on a pole in my livin' room floor tryin' to dance all on it

As long as I can put my hands all on her, she said: "Handstand, a handstand'' and landed on it

I said damn, had to put it in her head, I ain't droppin' no bread

This is not that Gretel and the Hansel story

Got a Coupe full of hoes and the hose in the Coupe

To the Lamborghini doors to the floors and the roof

When I'm goin' in the booth, I'm exposin' the globe to the truth

They be knowin', I be showin' up with proof

Any faux nigga, any ho nigga, any low Joe Schmoe nigga better know

When I unload Get Low, Get Low, Get Low like Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz, nigga

And my lil' bitch type thick, uh

Neck is freezy as a ice-pick, uh

Out of sect just like a high kick, uh

Niggas gonna copy my style like a right click

All of my dogs'll kill you like Mike Vick

Light that pistol, put that boy in a Heimlich

I was handin' them Ls to Joyner and Don for comin' out actin' too lightskin

Nigga, I'm back in the Bentley, applyin' the pressure

Spittin' bunch of flyin' and firin' embers

So fuckin' hot, you'd think I died in the desert

Came back to fuck up your entire endeavor

You tryin' me? Never; your squad will get shot if ya try and be clever

My diamonds forever, designin' and linin' a bed up

Then give 'em a choice: which one you want die with, the .9 or Beretta?

I'm sorry for being intolerant, I got this violent temper

I like when I'm cold, I shoot a nigga, make him die in December

You been a bitch, as long as I can remember

You sayin' that you're gang, them niggas keep talkin'

I promise I'll silence your members then quiet your temple

While firing bullets that fly at your mental and pry at your denim

I'll hire somebody to fire the jet up then get up and send a shooter that'll fly if you rattle

I promise I'm high on momentum

Might think it's a setup, but find me a nigga

Might line that nigga for the paper

Let the hitter get to foldin', origami the nigga

The Louie luggage bustin' down on ya nigga

But true we thuggin', no insomnia, nigga

I'm really a top 3...

Man, hold on, I'm just rappin' too much, man, fuck this shit