Yo Gotti – Oh Yeah Lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Choppa]
(Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style)
(Choppa style, chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
(She love chop chop)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
If you gettin’ your own money, holla (oh yeah)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on ya (oh yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Let’s get it
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Oh oh oh-oh oh

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
They like God damn Gotti
Boy I Googled your net worth
All them chains on, I can tell that your neck hurt
You look good in them heels but I can tell that your feet hurt
So drop down on your knees baby gimme that neck work
Double-Cs oh you’re bad, ha
Oh you know you fine, ha
You blew a bag on your ass, ha
Quarter mill off that stove, huh
You off that dro, ha
Oh your momma ain’t raise no hoe, ha

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one [?]
Pay for it you gotta buy some
She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & French Montana]
If you gettin’ your own money, holla (oh yeah)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on you (choppas style)

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one
You gon’ pay for it you gon’ buy some
She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Montana
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
‘Rarri sittin’ low, smokin’ on the loud (skrt skrt)
[?] dropped the bags off find an Uber
Catch me with the models up in dyckman smokin’ hookah (haan)
I took her from a hooptie to a Benz, ha (haan)
From the projects to the crib with a fence, ha (haan)
She double-bag fuck me with her friends, ha (haan)
Then we jump right back to that bread, ha (haan)
Choppa style, ridin’ with a shotty
Two-fifty on my wrist
Tryin’ to soak all my body, ha

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
If you gettin’ your own money, holla (Montana)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on ya (oh yeah)

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one
You gon’ pay for it you gon’ buy some
She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
The beat is classic, but so am I
I [?] out the plastic to get ’em high
She rolled a diesel now we’re drunk, there’s a DUI
Bitch, [?] kids, between you and I (you and I)
Pop pop that pussy for a rich nigga
Girl you too real for a bitch nigga
I seen you with your friend, I wanna get with you
Y’all look good together, bring your bitch with you
You get money (ha)
You a honey (ha)
Heard your homie got that loud shit
They call it [?], ooh
You make it rain (ha)
There’s a thunderstorm
Your real niggas with you, they your day ones (hey)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
If you gettin’ your own money, holla (Montana)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on ya (oh yeah)

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one
You gon’ pay for it you gon’ buy some
She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’

Z-Ro – Lit Up

[Tommy Lee Jones]
The revolution gets it’s name by always coming back around in your face
You tried to kill me you son of a bitch, so welcome to the revolution
There’s more to follow, I’ll stay in touch

[Chorus]
Get lit up
When you talking out your face
Get hit up
The detectives gon’ close the case
Get lit up
See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
Get hit up
Bottle after bottle one more DUI
Get lit up
You gon’ have to let the swelling go down
Get hit up
Oh you ain’t got nothing to say no more now
Get lit up
Yeah I heard what ya said
Even if you living with an army its still off with your head

[Verse 1]
I know y’all think I’m out my mind (out my mind)
Your fired if you are one minute late
I dont play about my time (Get your shit and go)
Even when a nigga sleep I hustle
That’s how I grind (how I grind)
If you try to take food off my table
I’ma kill, I’ma die about mine (die ’bout mine)
Unghh
If I gotta do a murder I ain’t losing no sleep I’ma sleep so peaceful
Show up at the funeral like I ain’t did nothing give condolences to all of your people
I’m a crip grim reaper say my name 5 times I’ma make you pay for all of your evil
And if i do a drive by I do it in a Lamborghini I am too rich to do it in a Regal (ha ha)
Was from a hood called trust my people, from a block named show love boulevard
Now I’m from a hood called fuck my people from a block named no love boulevard
Now how can I ball, how can I ball
How can I catch my enemies and murder them all?

[Chorus]
Get lit up
When you talking out your face
Get hit up
The detectives gon’ close the case
Get lit up
See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
Get hit up
Bottle after bottle one more DUI
Get lit up
You gon’ have to let the swelling go down
Get hit up
You ain’t got nothing to say no more now
Get lit up
Yeah I heard what ya said
Even if you living with an army it’s still off with your head

[Verse 2]
Nigga I lit yo whole street
That’s the .50 If you still living that mean you dove deep
I’m a hood regular but you ain’t known in these streets
So connected ‘Ro don’t need a telephone in these streets
On MLK in every city it’s a real nigga hustling
And fuck niggas in the way they just on the field fumbling
But I ain’t got no time for that
Gun in the front with a pound in back
I give a nigga what he looking for I bet he won’t do it no more
You can see where his mind is at
Through cereal bowl holes, yes I’m cocoa pops up in this bitch
Murder gangs, once they start it ain’t no stopping in this bitch
It’s Joseph McVey baby, shooting this a way and that way baby
I’ma put it in they face, Mocity Don, King of the Ghetto
God forgive me, I don’t want to be a devil
But these niggas be and these bitches be
Having meetings ’bout killing me
For more show money and more hoe money
Houston Texas will never hear the end of me
I don’t pretend to be cause I am
Y’all already know what I’m talking ’bout
But we gon’ keep that on the low cause real killers don’t talk a lot

[Chorus]
Get lit up
When you talking out your face
Get hit up
The detectives gon’ close the case
Get lit up
See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
Get hit up
Bottle after bottle one more DUI
Get lit up
You gon’ have to let the swelling go down
Get hit up
Oh you ain’t got nothing to say no more now
Get lit up
Yeah I heard what ya said
Even if you living with an army it’s still off with your head

A$ton Matthews – Night To Remember (feat. Da$H)

[Intro: A$ton]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hol’ up
Zipper gang shit
Hol’ up
You wanna play rough?
OKAY

[Verse 1: A$ton]
Boy, we was raised from them shoulders
Turn you to victims or soldiers
You smell the death ’round the corners
But baby we used to the odors
You better pay what you owe us or you’ll be a gift to the Lords
Ou baby, thugging it costs, summertime, block in the shorts
I’m ‘posed to die tonight, see if they stick to the course
I get the brrrt from the source
I put the lock in her jaws
100’s and 50’s all over them titties, but please baby keep all the locks off my doors
Dropping a 5 in a liter, drop from the top like she Lita
She got the throat of a diva and got a face like Aaliyah
Treat her like I don’t need her, dismissed
Bending corner, wig shopping, ay
Put you on a shirt and get a day
Zipper gang, we pull up, leave a stain
1Up, 2Up, 3Up, beat the case
Youngin’s thirsty, lurking for a name
Close or open casket for the fame
All depending how you wanna play

[Interlude: A$ton Matthews & (Da$H)]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we need all that (yeah, so)
All that, bitch, you smacked (yeah, so)
Headshot, face shot, neck shot, all that (yeah, so x2)
Flatline, you dig? (yeah, so x2)
Well

[Hook: A$ton Matthews x2]
I’m ‘posed to die tonight
I’m ‘posed to die tonight
But it look like a night to remember
But it look like a night to remember

[Interlude: Da$H]
You already know who the fuck it is man
You already know who the fuck it be
Mr. Stop Fucking Playing With Me, man
Pull up, hop out, take your bitch, get knocked the fuck out
No type time, I’m on no type time, we on pussy

[Verse 2: Da$H]
Walked in, I looked like the man of the hour
The one with the pistol, the one with the power
Your bitch suckin’ dick cause her nigga a coward
Got paid off it all, from the pills to the powder
Doing business so they hatin’ it
If we want it then we takin’ it
Chalk line, yellow tape and shit
Smut her out, you probably datin’ it
Got the package and I made it flip
He got hit, then we arrangin’ it
Shells in faces, we in enragin’ it
Diamonds dance like a Jamaican bitch
Dirty Whine on the necklace
DUI, I’m ridin’ reckless
Uh, yeah, she on ya line for the textin’
And she in my spot for the sex, nigga
Yeah, So, No
Gang member, flame sender
Bad man, mad man
Red ragging, toe tagging
Rack stackin’, no lackin’, nigga
Keep it bool or else we uppin’ toolies
Clips on clips, it ain’t no fuckin’ movie
Don’t associate with fuckin’ goofies

[Hook: A$ton Matthews x2]
I’m ‘posed to die tonight
I’m ‘posed to die tonight
But it look like a night to remember
But it look like a night to remember

Thundercat – Dui (Drunk Album)

Sometimes you’re alive
Sometimes you are dead inside
With the time to read between the lines of life and death
Sometimes it’s okay
Sometimes it’s the worst thing ever
Hopefully you work it off and get a DUI

You will see that it’s not so bad
There’s always tomorrow

Bottom of the glass
At this point you’ve made an ass
And your friends will let you know tomorrow

I’m so tired

One more glass to go
Where this ends we’ll never know

GHOSTEMANE – Rapture

[Hook x2]
I’m sodomizing your bitch till the dawn break
Hands around her neck till she red faced
Buddha on my throat cuz I meditate
You fuckin waste of space
Don’t you procreate

[Verse 1]
Soon as the moon hit its peak
Bound your hands and feet
Placing my hand on your face
Uttering Latin speech
Pulling a dagger up outta my waist I place it in between your teeth
Soon as Vega hits the zenith I pull it and you bleed
I don’t respond to no beef
I would rather croak
I’m too enlightened to speak
Yes I am too woke
Pentagram on my ski
But just to provoke
You to question and seek
What you think you know

[Verse 2]
Don’t pop
Fuck dope
Drunk at the citadel
Sip the blood of Christ
Drive
Now I got a DUI
Old soul
Really tho
Never leave my house I don’t
Wanna go
Anywhere cuz in a full room I’m alone
No I don’t
Feel like I’m from here at all
Think a meteor with my cells hit Earth here long ago
Making me a thing from a world where we don’t give a fuck
About what anyone else doing I would rather not know

[Hook x2]
I’m sodomizing your bitch till the dawn break
Hands around her neck till she red faced
Buddha on my throat cuz I meditate
You fuckin waste of space
Don’t you procreate