To own an AR future, Niantic wants to build a smarter map of the world

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Amazon launches an AR app that works with new QR codes on its boxes

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AR 1.0 is dead: Here’s what it got wrong

The first wave of AR startups offering smart glasses is now over, with a few exceptions. Google acquired North this week for an undisclosed sum. The Canadian company had raised nearly $200 million, but the release of its Focals 2.0 smart glasses has been cancelled, a bittersweet end for its soft landing. Many AR startups […]

Why did Apple buy NextVR?

After plenty of talk about AR as the next computing platform, Apple may have more interest in virtual reality than they’ve previously forecasted. Following an April report from 9to5mac, today Apple confirmed to Bloomberg the acquisition of VR broadcasting startup NextVR. A note on NextVR’s website now highlights that the company is “moving in a […]

What happens if Magic Leap shuts down?

Since first uploading a YouTube teaser video of its tech five years ago, Magic Leap’s presence in the augmented reality industry has been controversial. Some have lauded the team’s ambitions, while others I’ve talked to say the company’s posturing has dissuaded investors from taking chances on other AR hardware startups, which has hampered the industry’s […]

Lil Pump – Back Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
217 on the track, man
Lil Boat
Yeah, yeah, ooh
Huh, yeah, huh, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
I fuck that bitch in a Cadillac, ooh
After that she didn’t know how to act, ooh
Back then I used to be quarterback
Go to the bank and I pull out 100 racks
Put the AR in the trunk of my Pontiac
Want me fo’ sho, bitch I’m chargin’ ’bout 40 bands
I’m into trappin’, I’m shippin’ out hella packs
Diamonds dance so crazy, ooh
Your diamonds so fugazi, ooh
Bitch said the crash is the 80, yeah
I just bought a brand new Mercedes, huh
In the kitchen whippin’ up babies, ooh
In the kitchen whippin’ up babies, yeah
And I got a bitch named Hailey, huh
And I got a bitch named Hailey (brr)

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Lil Yachty]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Lil Boat
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Young rich nigga need a dick rode
Hit it from the back, make her jump like a hiccup
Bang, bang, bang, like ya knockin’ on the front door
Bitch brown skin like a muhfuckin’ [?]
Used to post at the Citgo, uh
Now I got chips in the Citgo, uh
Now I got a wrist like a igloo, huh
And it glow like a disco ball
Bih, bend it over like your shoe’s untied
Side bitch still got a iPhone 5
Main bitch still got a iPhone 7
Still caught a uzi pistol or a MAC-11
Still fuck a nigga main bitch while I got my own bitch
And I better still make it up to Heaven, uh
I’ma have a kid just to dress him up real bougie
To the seven, goddamn, I’m a reverend
Lil Boat, Lil Pump

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh

Ethereal – Watch Me Do It (Mankind Album)

[Verse 1]
Off the top of cage, they like boy he ’bout to do it
Dressed like a black mage, better hope that I don’t use it
Fully loaded, fully load, Easy, Easy really really out here totting
Easy might shoot out in open, yeah
Losing my noodles, but I’m so focused
Mankind in the flesh
Do it for the people shooting at the steeple
Niggas think I’m sleep, but I ain’t really sleeping
I’m just waiting on the perfect time to freak it, yeah
My eyes stay so open, I can’t even sleep I just stay smoking
AR was in my closet it was nice I had wanted to go and just make deposits
‘Member 08’ riding, doing stupid shit , shooting out the coupe
Now I’m boys to men, but I still go put a skittle through his roof
Wash away all my sins, I ain’t really shit but you know I’m the truth
Easy pull up rip space time, smoke coming out the boot
Particle smasher swag, Mr.[?], open doors your arms can’t
Flexing at your own weight, nigga worry ’bout me
Huh ain’t that car late
SK with a blade on it, red coat tell ’em Easy coming
Niggas just can’t understand how a nigga like ain’t never ever ever fronting nigga

[Hook]
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it

[Verse 2]
Doing doughnuts on the stage
They like hat the fuck he doing
Smile on my face, but I’m about to fucking lose it
It’s Mr.Blacklegs got cha chick
Ask her where he bag is
I musta’ missed practice
I was too busy stretched out relaxing
Every time I hit the club
Strap on me like a stud
Pulled up real clean
[?] like Billie Jean
I been patient putting niggas cases in a year
Maybe they might even make it, but its too late, cause I’m not waiting
Man I’m hot, I’m blazing
Damn I think i’m on fire nigga
I’ma killer for hire nigga
I might retire nigga
You just a liar nigga
I’m just trying to get this money to make change like a cashier
You want that swag goddamn lil’ homie catch up that was last year
Gotta take a rain check
I was smoking on train wreck
Stretch that money like blank checks
All these haters out here stay vex
Cause young Easy getting pay checks
Money on the way, say less
Rapper step up, I say next
I ain’t do it if you wanna know
Watch young Easy steal the show

[Hook]
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it

DJ Green Lantern – Ill (feat. Royce Da 5’9″ & Conway)

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
I’m so ill
(Welcome to Hell where you are welcome to sell)
I-ill
(All scars, we earn ’em, all cars, we learn ’em)
I’m so ill
(When them shells come, you better return ’em)
I-i-ill

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9"]
Uh, I came in here with enforcers and with the goons
I never fail, I aim for the stars, came up short and I hit the moon
I’m more G than Voorhees before he had the pumpkin face
Mac 11 thumpin’, chase bitches never dump them, make ’em get out
Control their minds, keep them down on that sunken place
Which is why your boy remains on top
I tell the baddest bitch around
"Hoe, you look like Tory Lanez jump shot"
I use to think raw sex was the sacred shit
‘Til I switch to faithful, ate some sushi from off the chest
Of a naked chick, now I just be dissing hoes
Yeah momma, your son’s grown
I literally turned down your wife so many times
Her pussy lips eyes grilling you while you’re licking it with your fronts on
Either get out my face or I’m defacin’ you with a comment
Rappers like a bunch of baby birds waitin’ for me to vomit
Nigga say that they the illest rhyming, now they got to see me
I’m what’chu call them Detroit problems, now they got DP
Now I got the AR, so now they gotta back up
Lying ’til they got a twelve inch nose, now they got three feet
I’m who your hoes thirst for, you’re the worst floor
Took the Book of Ryan, I keep my story low, I’m the first floor

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
I-i-ill
(When them shells come, you better return ’em)
I-i-ill

[Verse 2: Conway]
Word on the streets is niggas mad, don’t ruffle a nigga’s feathers
Tell them sucka niggas I said, "Fuck them niggas," whatever
You niggas know y’all can’t fuck with me nigga, never
You can line them niggas up, put a bunch of niggas together
Yeah, extended clip in the pot
The kinda shit that I’m on is reminiscing the pot
Grippin’ the Glock, bandana on, look at the cops
Pickin’ this watch, got the hammer drawn, lift from the top
Nigga you not no gangsta, you just a rapper, I can tell
I can tell it’s fishscale, bust the plastic, I can smell
This for niggas behind the wall to keep the ratchet in they cell
Better stab you ’til you yell, while they passin’ out the mail, yeah
My automatic full of shells, they try to take me out before
But I had to just prevail
I know the goons, the little savages as well
I know the plug, make the call and get a package in the mail
It’s passionate that I’m rapping with these rap niggas for real
Street nigga, but I’m rappin’ like I graduated Yale
I ain’t attracted to the plaques and all the sales
‘Cause if I ain’t the illest rapper, then actually I failed
Look, you must got it confused
Come at me sideways, and get you yo’ spot on the news
You gotta be fooled, shawty get yous, goons body you smooth
Put you in a funeral home, body get views

[Outro: Westside Gunn]
I’m so ill
(Welcome to Hell where you are welcome to sell)
I-ill
(All scars, we earn ’em, all cars, we learn ’em)
I’m so ill
(When them shells come, you better return ’em)
I-i-ill

Statik Selektah – Man Of The Hour (feat. 2 Chainz & Wiz Khalifa)

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
I am, I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
Fresh out the shower, I am

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Uh, fresh dressed
Neat-pressed, naw
If I fall off, I get up and wipe myself off
I used to go to sleep cuddling a AR
Just the trials and tribulations
This the files I don’t wanna open
They don’t wanna see ya at the banquet
They don’t wanna see you niggas make it
They don’t wanna see that trophy, huh
I welcome yours with open arms
I give that lady a throat massage
I put your house in my fourth garage
Perpendicular ignorant cross with articulate
Southside, using Ben Franklin for benefits
Dirk Diggler with intent, like [?]
Kush for a supplement
I’m the reason Balenciaga had a waiting list
Please don’t make me sign you up for the faking list

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
I am, I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
Fresh out the shower, I am
(I am) I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
The man of the hour, I am

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
High as fuck off the joint that I just rolled
Riding round in a cloud of that kush smoke
Put my generation on the good dope
Now we all getting high as D’Angelo notes
Getting paid with each quote
Perfecting my game with each stroke
Tryna eat good and gain weight
Lame niggas wanna provoke us
Coincidentally I ain’t broke
Into fashion but the weed is the only thing that choke us
I’m in my bag, God told me anything I want I could have
Anytime I want, I can brag
I be grinding, I don’t relax
And real niggas gon’ respect that
Nigga my passport full and I got jet lag
Homie, I am

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
I am, I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
Fresh out the shower, I am
(I am) I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
The man of the hour, I am
(I am) (the man of the hour)
(I am) (the man of the hour)
(I am) (the man of the hour)
(I am) (the man of the hour)

Kodak Black – My Cousin

My cousin just text me and shit (Yeah Free BG, rest in peace ?)
He said, "I just got wet up sitting in my car this morning Cuzzo
I got hit one time but i’m good though, just letting you know before these niggas kill me
I love you to death and forever. Let me live on as a real sniper

My cousin just got hit up today, I want to slide though
Even though I’m on house arrest, I want to ride though
But i go to prison i know my mama’ll cry though
He told me im just telling you i love you before I die though

Im in the studio right now, Im on album mode
I wanna get suited up and tooted up on sniper mode
Every time a nigga get focused, it be some fuck shit
It throw me off my pivot and make me get on my thug shit
Last year my cousin got hit up and got kidnapped
I wasn’t even there but you know a nigga handle that
Hit him up again this year and i ain’t feeling that
I’m throwed right now cause I don’t know where my feelings at
I don’t know if want to rap or want to pop a cap
But i know you niggas want to see me go right back
But this sniper gang shit in me I’m living like that
You niggas about to make me relapse, I’m feeling like that

My cousin just got hit up today, I wanna slide though
Even though I’m on house arrest, I wanna ride though
But i go to prison i know my mama’ll cry though
He told me I’m just telling you i love you before i die though

Soldier like mentality
Going through these tragedies
Don’t wanna see me happily
Rather see me raggedy
They don’t wanna see me get a bag, they wanna bag a G
But i go on a clappin’ spree and murk ya whole family
I guess a nigga kept it too real, that’s why they mad at me
Sitting back thinking right now I’m smoking Grabba Leaf
Nigga went from wearing baggy jeans to dressing casually
From being on the newspaper, now I’m on magazines
I’m chopping it up with master P, told me keep God first
We doing venues now, selling out concerts
I’m trying to keep a tunnel vision, trying to see it his way
But i got blood in my eyes I’m tired of seeing this way
I can’t even sleep skraight, even on the Tempurpedic
Why I’m stilling going through it why I’m still fighting demons
Niggas call you pussy when you focused and avoiding shit
We getting this money for no reason, a nigga trying to enjoy this shit
I got a lil boy and shit, and i don’t wanna leave dude
Cause they’ll trick him like they did me, that’s what these skreets do
Niggas outchea playing gangsta and playing police too
I seen the paperwork and that’s why they dont kick it like we do
Thats the same reason you couldn’t come home to seafood
Been moving funny but a nigga just couldn’t read you
Beat was been over with, looting cause i love this beat
Looting for my cousin and my niggas who in custody
Im feeling like its my fault, feel like its because of me
Was tryna soak the industry, i already thugged the streets
Did my thing a couple nights, i already earned my stripes
Deeper than rap, they fucking with me cause im about that life
You know im head first, big cuz, thats why you called me man
But if i go to jail again, my mama she gone wash her hands
Im innovating how to play it but its still a slim chance
Cause you will sink in the sand in the game without a plan

Aye i swear to god cuz when you called me dog
And you told me that shit dog i said fuck everything
House arrest whatever, you know what im saying? i went to looking for my AR i couldn’t find it you know what im saying you know i fuck with them AR’s and shit
Dracos too heavy and shit
Dracos get too hot
That AR got the coolin’ center, the heat sensor, know what im saying with the scope with the ?
And shit

My cousin – Kodak Black lyrics

Lyrics Kodak Black – My cousin

My cousin just text me and sh*t (Yeah Free BG, rest in peace)
He said, “I just got wet up sitting in my car this morning Cuzzo
I got hit one time but i’m good though, just letting you know before these niggas kill me
I love you to death and forever. Let me live on as a real sniper.

My cousin just got hit up today, I want to slide though
Even though I’m on house arrest, I want to ride though
But i go to prison i know my mama’ll cry though
He told me im just telling you i love you before I die though..

Im in the studio right now, Im on?
I wanna get suited up and tooted up on sniper mode
Every time a nigga get focused, it be some f*ck sh*t
It throw me off my pivot and make me get on my thug sh*t
Last year my cousin got hit up and got killed now
I wasn’t even there but you know a nigga handle that
Hit him up again this year and i ain’t feeling that
I’m throwed right now cause I don’t know where my feelings at
I don’t know if want to rap or want to pop a cap
But i know you niggas want to see me go right back
But this sniper gang sh*t in me I’m living like that
You niggas about to make me relapse, I’m feeling like that.

My cousin just got hit up today, I wanna slide though
Even though I’m on house arrest, I wanna ride though
But i go to prison i know my mama’ll cry though
He told me I’m just telling you i love you before i die though.

Soldier like mentality
Going through these tragedies
Don’t wanna see me happily
Rather see me raggedy
They don’t wanna see me get a bag, they wanna bag a G
But i go on a clappin’ spree and murk ya whole family
I guess a nigga kept it too real, that’s why they mad at me
Sitting back thinking right now I’m smoking Grabba Leaf
Nigga went from wearing baggy jeans to dressing casually
From being on the newspaper, now I’m on magazines
I’m chopping it up with master P, told me keep God first
We doing venues now, selling out concerts versuri-lyrics.info
I’m trying to keep a tunnel vision, trying to see it his way
But i got blood in my eyes I’m tired of seeing this way
I can’t even sleep skraight, even on the Tempurpedic
Why I’m stilling going through it why I’m still fighting demons
Niggas call you p***y when you focused and avoiding sh*t
We getting this money for no reason, a nigga trying to enjoy this sh*t
I got a lil boy and sh*t, and i don’t wanna leave dude
Cause they’ll trick him like they did me, that’s what these skreets do
Niggas outchea playing gangsta and playing police too
I seen the paperwork and that’s why they dont kick it like we do
Thats the same reason you couldn’t come home to seafood
Been moving funny but a nigga just couldn’t read you
Beat was been over with, looting cause i love this beat
Looting for my cousin and my niggas who in custody
Im feeling like its my fault, feel like its because of me
Was tryna soak the industry, i already thugged the streets
Did my thing a couple nights, i already earned my stripes
Deeper than rap, they f*cking with me cause im about that life
You know im head first, big cuz, thats why you called me man
But if i go to jail again, my mama she gone wash her hands
Im innovating how to play it but its still a slim chance
Cause you will sink in the sand in the game without a plan.

Aye i swear to god cuz when you called me dog
And you told me that sh*t dog i said f*ck everything
House arrest whatever, you know what im saying?
I went to looking for my AR I couldn’t find it you know what im saying you know i f*ck with them AR’s and sh*t.
Dracos too heavy and sh*t
Dracos get too hot
That AR got the coolin’ center, the heat sensor, know what im saying with the scope with the ?
And sh*ttt.
Kodak Black lyrics
Lyrics cousin

Freddie Gibbs – Andrea

[Intro]
Yeah, rock solid nigga
Solid as a motherfuckin’ rock, bitch
Yeah, nigga

[Verse]
When you fall, who you gon’ land on?
Niggas foundation is shaky, ain’t shit to stand on
A man’s born with the only guarantee to live and die
But will I die before I live, ‘fore I begin to fly?
Nigga, I can’t deny when I’m not high, I miss that rush, that shit be callin’ me
Demons never rest, I go to sleep, them bitches follow me
I just bought a AR for my dog, he walked the dog for me
Breakfast, sip promethazine with Ocean Spray and Broccoli
Catch these hoes and I act like I can’t keep these bitches off of me
They only fuckin’ a nigga that got the most dollars in his
Squadary
I went to visit my nigga, he caught him a charge, his cards was fraudulent
Time to go get me some yayo, I know that Andrea gon’ lease that car for me
That Bentley Benz or Beamer, shippin’ B’s, I don’t be in it
Not to let these bitches see me in it, fuck the ceilin’
Nigga wanna be me, he wish he could see the G in him
She work in the mornin’, get that pussy in the PM then
I get in it then I jetted, it was a fly by, red bottoms, the thigh high
And every time she see me, she’s sayin’ I don’t know why I
Fuck with niggas like you ’cause at first, you would play the shy guy
Give me that pussy once and I always got it like the Wi-Fi, bitch
I went to visit my nigga, he caught him a charge, his cards was fraudulent
Time to go get me some yayo, I know that Andrea gon’ lease that car for me
I remember when Dukie lost his arm in fuckin’ armed robbery
When I seen his shit was danglin’, almost felt my heart stoppin’ G
Stop it G, drop it G, so much weed, forgot to breathe
Some niggas take the trip I took, but they don’t get to leave
Came out that bitch, I’m speakin’ Russian, German, Guapanese
Can’t let these niggas stunt my growth from livin’ for my seed

[Chorus]
Level up, I’m on a stage, I gotta get paid
I can never be a slave for minimum wage
Cop an ounce up off the way, you fill ’em with K’s
Level up, I’m on a stage, I gotta get paid
Level up, I’m on a stage, I gotta get paid
I can never be a slave for minimum wage
Cop an ounce up off the way, you fill ’em with K’s
Level up, I’m on a stage, I gotta get paid

[Interlude: Big Time Watts]
Big Time baby
[Gimme a call back, bae bruh]
Big Time Watts motherfucker, fuck you
Punk motherfucker, who loves you, bitch ass nigga
Big Time

[Outro]
Shit, momma always told me "go and get your own shit"
Coke in front of me, nothin’, so I got my own shit
Dope and cocaína powder, off in to the wrong shit
I been tryna fuck her for a month, but she ain’t on shit
Start to make a nigga feel like I be in the wrong bitch
Skip the introduction, I just hit her with the long dick
Tried to drop the 50 pointer and I get my phone lit
Niggas looking for the, for the….. shit
Niggas always talkin’ ’bout their bitches ain’t shit
Caught a charge, my baby mama, she was solid as a brick
All the niggas I was feedin’, they ain’t give a nigga shit
Momma always told me "nigga, go and get your own shit"
Toilet right next to my bed, I’m sleeping by my own shit!
Dope and cocaina powder, off in to the wrong shit
I just dropped a 50 pointer and got my phone lit
Got my phone lit

YFN Lucci – Ammunition (feat. Trae Pound)

[Hook: YFN Trae Pound & YFN Lucci]
Ok you know I’m with it
On every mission you know we ain’t missing, yeah
And you know we having ammunition
Know my finger itching
Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition
I swear we barely had a pot to piss in
We were barely living
We were tryna get it
Anybody get it
Yeah, now we havin’ a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
Now we having a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah

[Verse 1: YFN Trae Pound]
Ok that draco with that drum will leave a nigga numb, huh
Hundred rounds get it done, all kinds of guns, huh
Like a pawn shop, thought I was with Jada way my trunk rocked up
Big called, cook it up, he say it’s all locked up
All heavy artillery, very high up at the embassy
The paralyzed feeling me
Who is he? Pound a fly nigga in town
Play ‘round with me at 12, by 3 he was found
Two two three take a tree down, we smoke a tree down
Let your bitch catch my kids, yeah that’s a rebound
Caught her on the rebound

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Might smoke a pound with Pound
A hundred rounds out of town
Like fifty thou for my crown
I told him boy better not play some’
Get your face done
All black, looking like Akon
With more than eight guns
Said these bullets bigger than [?]
Living wet as a pond
Pull out that problem, give ‘em something to hate on
My nigga better to beat the trial yeah, they gon’ hate on ‘em
And if I want you dead I get my boys to lay on ‘em
Where I come from niggas got a lot of hunger
If you got it they gon’ want you
So you gotta keep it on you

[Hook: YFN Trae Pound & YFN Lucci]
Ok you know I’m with it
On every mission you know we ain’t missing, yeah
And you know we having ammunition
Know my finger itching
Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition
I swear we barely had a pot to piss in
We were barely living
We were tryna get it
Anybody get it
Yeah, now we havin’ a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
Now we having a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah

[Verse 3: YFN Lucci & YFN Trae Pound]
Drum, draco holding a drum
Nigga we got plenty drums
Two two three got drums nigga
We pull up with drums, where you from nigga?
Yeah if you ain’t from ‘round here you better not come nigga, yeah
Balmain with them shines in ‘em
Know we riding with ‘em
Probably never ride rental, only if we slidin’ in ‘em, yeah
We got so many Glocks, three fifty-seven blocks
Three fifty-seven pops, and everybody drops
You already know what’s happening ho
Pull up with like twenty MACS like we robbed the Apple Store
Fill a nigga up with the pump like we in Amoco
Rapper of the year, slayin’ trapper of the year
I get that pack, it disappear
See this the fastest one right here
And I don’t like to front, but yeah my engine in the rear
If I get mentioned in you killed
Big fence around the crib, I got your pension in my ear
Keep your distance, I don’t feel ya
Aye Pound got that AR, and that R8
Know I’m in that I8 with that 308, don’t violate
Broad day, shootout broad day
We can go all day
I go to sleep, wake up the same way

[Hook: YFN Trae Pound & YFN Lucci]
Ok you know I’m with it
On every mission you know we ain’t missing, yeah
And you know we having ammunition
Know my finger itching
Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition
I swear we barely had a pot to piss in
We were barely living
We were tryna get it
Anybody get it
Yeah, now we havin’ a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
Now we having a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah

[Outro: YFN Lucci]
Drum, draco holding a drum
Nigga we got plenty drums
Two two three got drums nigga
We pull up with drums, where you from nigga?
We pull up with drums, where you from nigga?

Run The Jewels – Everybody Stay Calm (Run The Jewels 3 Album)

[Intro]
Take it easy

[Verse 1: El-P]
Excusez-moi bitches
I’m lit from the last of the gas, Mike twisted
No sleep for the vicious, key up a cop car just to see mischief
I’m a nut punch wizard
Speed bag ya’ ball bag leave none in it
We, we got one ambition
Re-up and puff til the month go missing

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Big, big, big black fellow with a four-fifth in the back, backpack fella
I, I rumble don’t stumble young fellow
Got a stinger in the ’69 bumblebee yellow
I mean, I mean stunner, big titty bank teller had my wife here with her so a hater can’t tell her
Presidential suite, got a fuck boy jealous
I’m the Nelson Mandela of Atlanta dope sellers

[Verse 3: El-P and Killer Mike]
I, I’m a goddamn savage
Eat with no hands I don’t even use napkins
Mark says number one bastard, show up in jorts with a hatchet laughing
Hey El, the AR’s an option for any asshole wanna talk and pop shit
Quit playing pussy or the pistol will pop off
And get your whole face pushed back or knocked off

[Hook]
Take it easy partner
Ain’t no chilling in the land of the villains
Ain’t no chilling, ain’t no chilling

[Verse 4: El-P]
They fucked up and paid us, made us dangerous
Too old to change, I’ma stay with paper
Poor folk love us the rich hate our faces
We talk too loud, won’t remain in our places
Smoke by the acre, a brain escapist
Smoke anymore and my brain is vapor
I don’t do meek anymore, guy, save it
The laughing is done now, time to cry later

[Verse 5: Killer Mike]
Tell them haters and bitches we bang big shit, but yeah you should mind your business
You can’t pause or shun this, physical fitness, bitch we run this
Paraplegics, you don’t run shit, fuck you even, get the gumption
Think you stylin’, think you stuntin’
I’ll smack the fuck out ya’ ass for frontin’
That seems a little aggressive

[Verse 6: El-P]
Oompa-loompas, I’ll shoot a tune atcha medullas
I’m cool as a rule but I’ll scalp a ruler
I’m new to this town, I’m a stranger passing
I see your bum crews, I don’t get the hoopla
(The world got rules they say) That’s a rumour
Benign, nah I’m lying it’s a tumour
They ain’t even tryna’ buy that we cryin’ goobye
We got dying to do, dude, the design’s ruthless

[Verse 7: Killer Mike]
One-two, one-two
I done read books by Sun-Tzu
Learned from beautiful women who rolled my joints too
The opposite of humble and my swag on kung-fu
No admission for the cool, I just kick it and come through
Hurry up we got liquor to run through
Bales to inhale, lies to not tell
She told me let her go and then I can exhale
I left her with a pound of dro and a Nextel

[Hook]
Take it easy, partner
Ain’t no chilling in the land of the villains
Ain’t no chilling, ain’t no chilling

Future – How It Feel

[Intro]
I told her Mike know what I’m sayin’
Came from nothing, tired of doing interviews
Cause they don’t be asking me the real shit
How a nigga really feel

[Verse 1]
I taught the bitch how to steal, how to steal
I taught the bitch how to steal
Then I put blunt on the wheel
I took the hoes outta soho, then put them in Manolo
Told her do not fuck with bozos
Now you fuck with boss on the low low
I had a bitch on the side then I gave that bitch some pride
I told her come through tonight, then put her on a flight
I took you out of apartments, then I put you in the condo
I had you off in the trap room, you was the one in the bando
You didn’t abandon a nigga, you stayed down for the kid
Now I gave you where to live, now you pull up in the lear
I went to Two door to four door
Went from a Two door to four door
From four door to two door
Back in the coupe
Nigga I Ball like I hoop, shit
[Hook]
Ask me how it feel your bitch fuck another bitch
Ask me how it feel when you smashin’ all this G shit
Ask me how it feel to smash just to this R&B shit
Ask me how it feel when we thought you wouldn’t be shit
Ask me how it feel, Ask me Ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel, Ask me Ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel when you smash this R&B shit
Ask me how it feel to have your bitch eat another bitch

[Verse 2]
I blow the weed on you bitch
Bitches ain’t worth shit to me
The kush is worth more than you
Took the bitch out the hood
I told the bitch she a thot
I bought the bitch a new condo, I put her in a new spot
She know my dope on the scale
She know I travel the word
I know the Migo the LA the Reid I know Jimmy and Reid
We know the drake from the mike
I went from mike to young metro
I go from Metro to Mike and I’m back with Young Will
You know how it petro
Told em we back goin’ ape, nigga we smokin’ some grape
Nigga went straight from the A, now we back in LA
Went straight to hills, we just got time to build
Money on money on M’s
A M on a M, thats a film, shit

[Hook]
Ask me how it feel your bitch fuck another bitch
Ask me how it feel when you smashin’ all this G shit
Ask me how it feel to smash just to this R&B shit
Ask me how it feel when we thought you wouldn’t be shit
Ask me how it feel, Ask me Ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel, Ask me Ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel when you smash this R&B shit
Ask me how it feel to have your bitch eat another bitch

[Verse 3]
I got a AR the Chopper
A chopper The FN, the 40
The 40 the eagle and a 30
The .38 bust you so ugly
They chargin’ a sixty to walk
I’m chargin’ em 70 to talk
I went from the trenches to cool
A mill ain’t enough for my crew
I put a brick on a brick
Then I put bricks on my wrist
I put a brick on my chain
Then I fucked up the game
After I fucked up the game
Went and bought me some cocaine
Cocaine it right on my neck
And that shit come with a Tec
And that shit come with a house
What all the hate is about
I put the hate with the hate
Then I got snakes on a snake
I told Mike Will get a M
We gon’ put this shit on film
Then I jumped right on a M
Then I put C on a B
I put a B on a C

[Hook]
Ask me how it feel your bitch fuck another bitch
Ask me how it feel when you smashin’ all this G shit
Ask me how it feel to smash just to this R&B shit
Ask me how it feel when we thought you wouldn’t be shit
Ask me how it feel, Ask me Ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel, Ask me Ask me how it feel
Ask me how it feel when you smash this R&B shit
Ask me how it feel to have your bitch eat another bitch

[Outro]
I turn up all of these bitches
I could buy all of you bitches
I could buy all of you bitches
I made it you bitch
I made you bitch
Bitch you was never for me
I gave you fame on a grail
I put you back on the charts
I gave you number 1 spot
Fuck you bitch I could buy you all
Fuck all you bitches, you shit to me
Fuck all you bitches you know young future
And Mike will made made history, we gave you bitches some hits
We told you bitches ain’t shit
I gave your bitch a number 1, then I gave your bitch the dick
Fuck all you hoes on a hoe
I gave a bitch to another nigga
I go buy another car
I go buy another house
I go and get me some better mouth
I go and buy me some better mouth

Nov 7, Alkaline Ricochet Lyrics

Intro

2016
Wall Street
Common…

Hear me nuh
Hear me nuh
Idecash
Dj Frass
Yo Rappa!
Well, well, well

Chorus
Bwoy step out inna di war and flop himself
A try shoot ’round corner and end up shot himself
Ricochet off of the wall and knock him flat, him fell
Fu#king fool…
Bwoy go run down the war and bait up him friends
Bait up him family, bait up him endz
I couldn’t tell you say I sorry fi none of them
(Mi nuh sorry fi none of them)

Verse 1
You a hear me?
Bushmaster just a fire like a rocket
Spliff kotch inna mi mouth, mi have the AR and a clap it
Bere man a chatty too, hope dem have badness fi back it
Cyan catch quako, catch him shirt or him jacket
A coulda over Wendy’s, mi a go knock it
Nuh haffi lef’ mi car, just crack the window and slap it
The “9X” weh dem a sing inna song, mi got it
Look like one of me phone, coulda pass fi one of mi gadget
Nuh bring no war to me if you nuh plan fi go hot it
Nah go take nuh talk, nobody cyan call me fi squash it
We know you short of gun, ‘member them snatch it
Cold up now
No current, none in di socket

Hook
Mi buy mi own gun, how me fi panic?
This a carry 30, with a scope so me can track it
If it catch anywhere pon your bone it a go crack it
Fire 5 inna your chest, hold down your hand, it cyan go block it

Chorus
Bwoy step out inna di war and flop himself
A try shoot ’round corner and end up shot himself
Ricochet off of the wall and knock him flat, him fell
Fu#king fool…
Bwoy go run down the war and bait up him friends
Bait up him family, bait up him endz
I couldn’t tell you say I sorry fi none of them
(Fi none of them)

Verse 2
Then wait deh!
How come nobody nah talk?
Tap him pon
him shoulder deh, tell him him fall off
Shouldn’t shoob your head through the rail, shot a take it

all off (yeah!)
20-16 show the pusi them we nah laugh! (Straight!)
Look how me creep up pon them neat, like say mi cyan walk
Them and themselves, you cyan go see him, because the car dark
Lef’ them a bleed out of them car inna di car park
Ackee Walk ready and a wait fi the war start
Nuh have no license fi dem yah, but that cyan stop me
Haffi roll like how mi roll because them nah drop me
Them wouldn’t mind me get a sentence fi them laugh at me
Join the line, a nuh dem alone waan clap we
Novice!

Hook
Buy mi own gun, how me fi panic? (How mi fi panic?)
This a carry 30, with a scope so me can track it
If it catch anywhere pon your bone it a go crack it
Fire 5 inna your chest, hold down your hand, it cyan go block it

Chorus
Go run down di war and flop himself
A try shoot ’round corner and end up shot himself
Ricochet off of the wall and knock him flat, him fell
(Wha’ you call that?)
A fu#king fool…
Bwoy step out inna the war and bait up him friends (believe me!)
Bait up family, bait up him endz
“Spin ’round di car, mi nuh business, I goin’ murder dem!”

Verse 3
Wait…
Then how him still a say a fi him place?
(Fi him place wha’?)
Them paint out fi him face!
Shot full him up, da body deh haffi go cremate
Put them to sleep, and make the scheme wake
Wha’ dem have fi show?
Dem lose it and nuh know
Take ‘way him phone, him only bad in front of video
Mi go shot up the widow, family a go with you
See say you a look a strength, that’s why me answer you

Chorus
Bwoy step out inna di war and flop himself
A try shoot ’round corner and end up shot himself
Ricochet off of the wall and knock him flat, him fell
Fu#king fool…
Bwoy go run down the war and bait up him friends
Bait up family, bait up him endz
“Spin ’round di car, mi nuh business, I goin’ murder dem!”

Lil Durk – Shooters Lyrics

[Intro]
Stuntman, woah, woah

[Hook: Antt Beatz]
Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
And I got that AR, so where the drummer
Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
Come get me nigga, I don’t worry, no I keep it coming

[Verse 1: Snap Dogg]
Niggas swear that they shooters, ain’t shot shit
Ask about me, they gon’ tell you that I drop shit
When Glock clips on hot shit, really hit your top bitch
I can put this chopper down drop quick
Y’all be beefing over pussy nigga?
I swear y’all some pussy niggas
On weak shit, beef shit
Y’all ain’t with that street shit
I shot up your whole body, closed casket, y’all can’t see shit
(Shit there goes Snap Dogg)
That’s an opp nigga
That’s my chop nigga
I’m really with the shit, do your homework
Coulda put my niggas on you but I do my own dirt

[Hook: Antt Beatz]
Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
And I got that AR, so where the drummer
Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
Come get me nigga, I don’t worry, no I keep it coming

[Bridge: Snap Dogg]
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
It was them got the shooters, we ain’t (?)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Game is water, stand in them trenches with .45s raining
Show money go up to 50, them niggas can’t be jaded
Red light, green light, catch you at red at night my city dangerous
Cause your life, you cool, but when you’re dead niggas make you famous
Homicide been looking for me, riding around with my bitch
There go Durk, let’s get him, (?) cops and (?)
Hit that Smith and tell these rappers diss ’em
Swish ’em, catch ’em, blick ’em
Instagram and Snapchat might be the calls of the victims
I don’t need to shoot, I know my brothers got me
I got Rugers, Macs, .40s, 90s, wooden Dracos with the handle
Fuck a rumor nigga, ask me for the truth
And I’m talking (?) street, (?) I got the juice

[Hook: Antt Beatz]
Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
And I got that AR, so where the drummer
Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
Come get me nigga, I don’t worry, no I keep it coming

[Bridge: Snap Dogg]
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
It was them got the shooters, we ain’t (?)

Lil Durk – Shooters (feat. Snap Dogg & Antt Beatz)

[Intro]
Stuntman, woah, woah

[Hook: Antt Beatz]
Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
And I got that AR, so where the drummer
Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
Come get me nigga, I don’t worry, no I keep it coming

[Verse 1: Snap Dogg]
Niggas swear that they shooters, ain’t shot shit
Ask about me, they gon’ tell you that I drop shit
When Glock clips on hot shit, really hit your top bitch
I can put this chopper down drop quick
Y’all be beefing over pussy nigga?
I swear y’all some pussy niggas
On weak shit, beef shit
Y’all ain’t with that street shit
I shot up your whole body, closed casket, y’all can’t see shit
(Shit there goes Snap Dogg)
That’s an opp nigga
That’s my chop nigga
I’m really with the shit, do your homework
Coulda put my niggas on you but I do my own dirt

[Hook: Antt Beatz]
Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
And I got that AR, so where the drummer
Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
Come get me nigga, I don’t worry, no I keep it coming

[Bridge: Snap Dogg]
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
It was them got the shooters, we ain’t (?)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Game is water, stand in them trenches with .45s raining
Show money go up to 50, them niggas can’t be jaded
Red light, green light, catch you at red at night my city dangerous
Cause your life, you cool, but when you’re dead niggas make you famous
Homicide been looking for me, riding around with my bitch
There go Durk, let’s get him, (?) cops and (?)
Hit that Smith and tell these rappers diss ’em
Swish ’em, catch ’em, blick ’em
Instagram and Snapchat might be the calls of the victims
I don’t need to shoot, I know my brothers got me
I got Rugers, Macs, .40s, 90s, wooden Dracos with the handle
Fuck a rumor nigga, ask me for the truth
And I’m talking (?) street, (?) I got the juice

[Hook: Antt Beatz]
Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
And I got that AR, so where the drummer
Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
Come get me nigga, I don’t worry, no I keep it coming

[Bridge: Snap Dogg]
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
It was them got the shooters, we ain’t (?)

Schoolboy Q – Dope Dealer (feat. E-40)

I got a sack of blue faces but my AR black
I got two bitches in my whip and they got hold my strap
I put the knife to the coca leaf and turn that crack
I put the nine to your coconut and pull that back
I see that motherfucker shinin’ snatch your whole damn throat
I got a strike in every pocket of my old ass coat
I use to fly around your city nigga no ID
I get a half and I’mma flip it gotta go OT

I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday, get out the way
I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll
I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga
Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga
Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga
Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga
Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga
Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

Cali niggas is managin’ we havin, Greedy
We got F 57s and we savages, beasty
My little niggas be ampin’, they some P’s, hustlers
Some of them sell candy some sell trees, customers
But personally I’m a rapper, and I’m spectacular, remarkable
Got a way with my words my lingo and vernacular, marketable
I beat a bitch down I promise you I ain’t playin’ (beat his ass)
Stomp his ass out throw him in the garbage can, the trash
The harder the trap you might find me snapping’ bones
The sink on the soil eatin’ dominos
Where the gumbo pots boil the taskforce radar homes, Vamonos
Heavy surveillance, hella copters and drones

I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday
Get out the way
I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll
I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga
Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga
Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga
Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga
Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga
Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

I got them egg whites and them oxtails for the low
Got them hot wheels gotta push start and it go
Got them 16’s of the Act right and its sealt’
We on the frontline when its crunch time to get chilled
You us lil’ niggas love gold chains and them whips
Make me rearrange your whole thang for my hip
I get this motherfucker jumpin’ bitch you know why I came
They told me Thou Shalt not kill when I jumped in the flame
I’m cocoo for the cocoa leaves and I turned it to dope
The money never grew on trees but I’m watching it grow
We talkin’ cold watchin’ hoes tellin’ em that I keep
I get to swinging’ on this chopper nigga, R.I.P

You heard what I mean, its your boy yeah its Smacc mane
Its better livin’ with mines man you heard what I mean
We got break your bitch man we got send her back to you broke man
You funky cock biatch

White stones, panties gone, boom
2 phones, man he on, boom
Bank roll, hella hoes, boom
Big dope, blow your nose, boom
White stones, panties gone, boom
2 phones, man he on, boom
Bank roll, hella hoes, boom
Big dope, blow your nose, boom

Don P – Hit The Block lyrics

[Verse 1: Don P]
Am I being forward? smell like weed, eyes lowered
Pulled up in a beamer, came up in a concord
Came up in a hand me down, now im in a tom ford
40 in my waist or I got it in the top drawer
Go ahead and talk more, like Hov, im def
What you make in a year, im willin to bet
Plus I probably ran thru hoes than hef
Had to get right, then they gettin left
Dont hold you breath baby… unless your mouth full
Me? I keep a lot of um, probably got a house full
Man its only right that I fuck her in the house pool
Remember when I had nothin? Everybody doubtful
Now my route full, barley pulled up Miami
On my biggie flow, then im goin back to cali
In a 500 Benz, I feel like makaveli
Ridin on rims, low pro, pirelli

[Hook: Don P]
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
All the way up, they ain’t got my view
And yeah I hear um talkin but talkin bout who?
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
All the way up, they ain’t got my view
And yeah I hear um talkin but talkin bout who?
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
[Verse 2: Don P]
Oh talkin bout me? dont give a fuck about you
I be in the same place, with or without you
When you the come up, everybody doubt you
Right when you on, everybody wannna help you
Got they hand out, never gave a hand up
Went and got my bands up, now I got my brand up
Yall mad cut, kool aid to an act cup
Talkin bout ballin, but it dont really add up
Homie, better catch up.. where the money? where the whip?
Why you keep a bummy click? why ur honey, not thick?
Chick got no hips, wouldn’t give her yo dick!
Tell me how you ball if you always hit a brick
Rule number 4.. you ain’t bumpin no big?
Talkin bout me.. then you bumpin real big
Took a big swig, comin at the big wig
I ain’t gotta prove nothin, I already did but

[Hook: Don P]
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
All the way up, they ain’t got my view
And yeah I hear um talkin but talkin bout who?
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
All the way up, they ain’t got my view
And yeah I hear um talkin but talkin bout who?
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do

[Verse 3: Don P]
I be in a foreign, everytime I pull thru
When you kill the game, they gon wanna kill you
Follow everything you do, claimin that they dont feel u
Met you one time, talkin bout the real you
Oh you REALLY knew me, you dont like the new me?
Homie keep it movin, know you canrt move me
Coulda been right here, but you rather be a groupie
100 round clips, hits lookin like a movie
Shout out to my first love, Aka, AR
And I got an AK, in the back of my new car
We done came too far, I dont care who you are
But imma hit the button if my back on the wall
I would takee the fall for my people…
Most of yall wouldn’t take a call from your people
We are not equal, imma ki.. you ain’t nothin but a gram cap
The weight is over, but i dont think you undertsand that

[Hook: Don P]
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
All the way up, they ain’t got my view
And yeah I hear um talkin but talkin bout who?
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
All the way up, they ain’t got my view
And yeah I hear um talkin but talkin bout who?
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do

Maxo Kream – Out The Front Door letras

[Hook: Maxo Kream]
You can’t smoke around, sit around
Gotta cop and dip
Move a hundred pound outta’ bounds
Now I’m getting chips
When I was young I was hella dumb
My trap wasn’t shit
Went from a 1 to a metric ton
Trap house did a flip
I don’t even know this nigga but I still made the sale (Hell!)
Ring my door bell (Hell!), sell a whole bale
It was 5 pound short stupid nigga couldn’t tell (Ayo)
Blowing up my cell (well), should of brought a scale

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
Fork whipping, mixing grit
Used to burn up all my shit
Cop me a scale and zip
Hol’ on now I’m getting it
Finesse the stain, finesse the plug
Finesse that dope, finesse that bitch
Finesse about a hundred thousand grams using counterfeit
I’d be strapped already, trigger happy
Posted with the toolie
Pistol packing, I was packing
I be packing like I’m moving
The ones that like to sit around
Would be the ones that try to do you
So I keep up my spare shotty with a kick like Jin Kazuma
[Bridge: Maxo Kream]
Keep my trapping on the low cause it ain’t everybody’s business
I got 25-to-life inside them cabinets in my kitchen
Hunnid pounds in the trash bag, Maxo do the dishes
Hunnid rounds in the AR mag I can’t leave no witness
Got cameras in the front, got cameras in the back
Got cameras cross the street, in that old Cadillac
Got J’s in my closet, got J’s at the door
Got J’s to wash my car for a lil’ crack of coke
Ring my doorbell, come in and take your shoes off
Wax in the oven, take it out and let it cool off
Pack right here you ain’t even gotta sit down
Don’t get cozy, get this shit and move the fuck around

[Hook: Maxo Kream]
You can’t smoke around, sit around
Gotta cop and dip
Move a hundred pound outt’ bounds
Now I’m getting chips
When I was young I was hella dumb
My trap wasn’t shit
Went from a 1 to a metric ton
Trap house did a flip
I don’t even know this nigga but I still made the sale
Ring my door bell, sell a whole bale
It was 5 pound short stupid nigga couldn’t tell
Blowing up my cell, should of brought a scale

[Verse 2: Key!]
36 O’s, that’s a bad hoe
36 German bricks, that’s a stupid bitch
Introduce that stupid bitch to them bad hoes
Pockets on overload, now your pockets swole
Who don’t want pressure? Who ain’t got pressure?
Boy we fucking shine, pressure lake it dies
Where your pressure point? I bet I can find it
Where your pressure point? I bet I can find it
I got a fifty round drum and a [?]
And I’m beating down your block, you’re like Congo
Where the base go? Where the base go?
Talking to the internet like where the base go?
Trap house swole, trap house closed
I keep my young’in”s on the block even when it’s cold
Now they coming back hot, I’m like “Damn whoa!”
What y’all gone and told?

[Hook: Maxo Kream]
You can’t smoke around, sit around
Gotta cop and dip
Move a hundred pound outta bounds
Now I’m getting chips
When I was young I was hella dumb
My trap wasn’t shit
Went from a 1 to a metric ton
Trap house did a flip
I don’t even know this nigga but I still made the sale
Ring my door bell, sell a whole bale
It was 5 pound short stupid nigga couldn’t tell
Blowing up my cell, should of brought a scale