single: 100 GIGS (2024)

• It's Up
• Blue Green Red
• Housekeeping Knows 

It's Up lyrics - Drake (feat. 21 Savage, Young Thug)

[Drake:]

I love all my friends

Thinkin' about this life I provide for them

This world has some real things dividin' them

My right hand, he's Muslim, I'll die for him

My road manager is drunk as hell at 5 p.m.

I get knocked down, they help me rise again

Ref 1 leave the game, I'm sayin' bye with him

Drake, turn this shit the fuck up

[Young Thug:]

I don't care about my opps (I don't care about my opps)

I don't care about my opps (I don't care about no opps)

I don't care about my opps (I don't care about no opp)

Yeah, take a pic (Take a pic), Richard Millie, no stopwatch (Let's go, uh-uh)

Take a pic of your lips gobblin' on my cock (Let's go, uh-uh, shit)

I don't care 'bout no motherfuckin' watch, nah (I don't care 'bout no, uh, nah)

I don't care 'bout no high-end thot (Nah, nah, nah)

Bitch, you just a (Bitch, you just a), bystander

Christian Dior pajama, Gucci up under, body number

[Drake:]

I just picked up somethin' from Mercedes, it's a one of one

Black exterior the one that I want, red inside like that time of the month

Blood money, that's how I got this, blood money, that's how I got this

We can vacation wherever we want 'cause I don't care where none of my opps is

I told the promoter tonight, put me across from they section

We don't play patty cake, they just be lettin' us in, we don't do the inspection

I can't sleep at night with Thug at Cobb County Corrections

I think he did enough reflectin', I think my brother learned his lesson

It's all just a part of the game, we all gotta roll with protection

And just like the motherfuckin' judge, the hammers come out for objections

Nigga, what's up? A hundred and forty-three Rolexes in my collection

I put the horns on the front of the 'Bach, you know Drizzy gon' roll like a Texan

She textin' she love me, the Mexicans love me, I'm out here just makin' connections

And Junior Boy rollin' like Cinco de Mayo, he may hold a fifth in possession

The way that I'm used to playin' the politics, swear I could win the election

You niggas is overprotective with hoes, I'm already over the next one

I'm at 48 with Ty and the vino, we drunk, it's not even a question

These niggas tryna send a message, well, leave that shit down at reception, ayy

[Young Thug:]

I don't care about my opps (I don't care about my opps)

I don't care about my opps (I don't care about no opps)

I don't care about my opps (I don't care about no opp)

Yeah, take a pic (Take a pic), Richard Millie, no stopwatch (Let's go, uh-uh)

Take a pic of your lips gobblin' on my cock (Let's go, uh-uh, shit)

I don't care 'bout no motherfuckin' watch, nah (I don't care 'bout no, uh, nah)

I don't care 'bout no high-end thot (Nah, nah, nah)

Bitch, you just a (Bitch, you just a), bystander

Christian Dior pajama, Gucci up under, body number (Woo)

[Drake:]

I just picked up somethin' from Mercedes, it's a one of one

Black exterior the one that I want, red inside like that time of the month

Blood money, that's how I got this, blood money, that's how I got this

We can vacation wherever we want 'cause I don't care where none of my opps is

[21 Savage:]

You hang around too many niggas that's pussy, you gotta be pussy

If it's on sight, up your gun on me, all that muggin' and lookin'

Yeah, niggas doin' all that woofin', pussy

4L bomb shit, walk inside the store, that switch in my armpit

I go wherever, I keep a Beretta, and niggas ain't on shit

My opps together, but I don't discriminate, I got 'em both hit

Them niggas be lyin', they niggas be dyin' and they don't never post shit

No rap cap come out my mouth, made a couple songs, think he hot now

Hit his ass up, he think he Pac now, broad daylight, he got shot down

Chopper bullets make his ass hop 'round, bloodshed, ain't no way to stop now

Goin' live'll get your ass popped now, seem like everybody want an opp now

Leavin' him flatline, Slaughter Gang, knife in the back, I'm on that time

Turn him to a hashtag, make him a "long live," niggas ain't my kind

Tried and true, I'ma pop mine, I was seventeen with a Glock 9

I wanna see red, stop sign, I wanna see red, Clifford

She keep tryna rip off my zipper, I moved to LA, I'm a Clipper

He think with his dick, he a tricker, get your bitch out the car 'fore we blick her

We put an AirTag on his car, he in Miami by Brickell

Say hello to the four-nickel, I got a magazine, who got an issue?

Givin' out smoke, pussy, my trigger finger broke

Don't try me like no ho, I always let it blow

I pull up, fah, score, nigga, we caught him by that store

How much you wanna bet they ass won't stand right there no more?

I'm Slaughter Gang OVO

A half a million a show, but I still walk in with that pole, idiot

[Drake:]

Ayy, I'm feelin' like 2 Chainz, T.R.U.

Bitch, I'm 21, bitch, I'm not 22

Knockin' off the namebrand niggas in your crew

Heard you miss your dogs, now it's long live who?

Idiot

Yeah

Blue Green Red lyrics - Drake

Yeah

Ayy, what?

Where the mandem? Where the gyaldem?

Where the 6 side? Where the 6 side? Where the 6 side?

Ayy

Look

Please write my mother and tell her, tell her the shape that I'm in

Thirty days, I have been sober, now I'm back drinking again, again

I got away from the city, I'm on the outskirts of town

Friends that I treated like family, they were just hanging around, around

Yeah, gotta lay down when you make bed

Gotta let some tears just shed

Since we blew up and got green

I gotta leave some of y'all on read

Yeah, four gunshot, mi nuh dead

Might put some dollar 'pon head

Or just turn up the place instead

Thirty-six in the chest, okay

Twenty-eight in the waist, okay

Forty-six in the hips, come swing my way

Swing my way, drop for me, sing for me

Bruk your back and bend up your knee

Badmind gyal can't friend up with me, no

Yeah, how many summers did I run? Like ten

I got a show out in London, when?

What the clock inna London? Yeah, Big Ben

I have a watch face just like dem

But me nah watch face like dem

They make lyrics for who? Men

We make gyal come, then come again

Please write my father and tell him I found some fortune and fame

They're gonna try and behead me and speak on the family name

He said my knife's in my pocket, I'm in the center of town

I tapped the side of his pocket, he wasn't joking around, around

Gotta lay down when you make bed

Gotta let some tears just shed

Since we blew up and got green

I gotta leave some of y'all on read

Yeah, four gunshot, mi nuh dead

Might put some dollar 'pon head

Or just turn up the place instead

Oromo girls, Tigray girls, all of my Amhara girls

Habesha girl, you're my kind, my kind

You wanna take some shots in the nighttime?

Run treadmill dey inna di GoodLife?

You wanna work up a sweat in a Life Time?

Okay, okay

Thirty-six in the chest, okay (Okay)

Twenty-eight in the waist, okay (Okay)

Forty-six in the hips, come swing my way (Yeah)

Swing my way, drop for me, sing for me

Bruk your back and bend up your knee

Badmind gyal can't friend up with me, no

How many summers did I run? Like ten

I got a show out in London, when?

What the clock inna London? Yeah, Big Ben

I have a watch face just like dem

But me nah watch face like dem

They make lyrics for who? Men

We make gyal come, then come again

Thirty-six in the chest, okay

Twenty-eight in the waist, okay

Forty-six in the hips, come swing my way

Swing my way, drop for me, sing for me

Bruk your back and bend up your knee

Badmind gyal can't friend up with me, no

Bruk your back and bend up your knee

Bruk your back and bend up your knee

Badmind gyal can't friend up with me, friend up with me, no

Housekeeping Knows lyrics - Drake (feat. Latto)

A perm kick

Just for me (T-Time)

I ain't talkin' 'bout you (Let's do it)

Not, not yet

But hold on, we finna see if they gon' act like they ridin' on somethin' (Uh)

Broke, make your booty go

Act like you ridin' the stick

Act like you ridin' the stick

Act like you ridin' the stick

Act like you ridin' the stick

Sit on the stick while you ride on it (Uh)

Sit on the stick while you ride on it (Uh)

Sit on the stick while you ride on it (Uh)

Pause, act like you ridin' the stick

Ride, ride, ride, ride

Ride, ride, ride, ride

Ride (Ride), ride (Ride), ride (Ride), ride (Ride)

Ride (Ride), ride (Yeah), ride, act like you ridin' the stick (Look)

I can't get no eight hours of sleep

Not when you here layin' next to me

It's like the third time switchin' out the sheets

Housekeeping must know that we some freaks

When you go away, I hate the distance

Bookin' flights like I was your assistant

I could never treat you like no mistress

But if I fuck you like you are, then what's the difference?

Just get down

Just get down

I know you be with it, with it

I know you just get it, hit it

Just get down

Just get down

I know you be with it, with it (Uh)

Broke, make your booty go

Act like you ridin' the stick

Act like you ridin' the stick

Act like you ridin' the stick

Act like you ridin' the stick

Sit on the stick while you ride on it (Uh)

Sit on the stick while you ride on it (Uh)

Sit on the stick while you ride on it (Uh)

Pause, act like you ridin' the stick

Ride, ride, ride, ride

Ride, ride, ride, ride

Ride, ride, ride (Ride), ride (Ride)

Ride (Ride), ride (Ride), ride, act like you ridin' the stick

East Coast girls poppin' ass and poppin' pills

West Coast girls do the same, but in the hills

Southside girls, they know how to close a deal (Southside)

Up in the 6, up, up in the 6

Up in the 6, they do whatever they feel

I done had too many drinks to hop behind the wheel (Skrrt)

Crocodile Birkin and I'm carryin' concealed (Boom)

Know you see it pokin' out, I never miss no meals

Ride (Ride), ride (Ride), ride (Ride), ride (Ride)

Ride it like Big Mama, well, you better have some skills

Attitude on Clayco, but my ass is on Brazil

Latto givin' chills (Uh), Latto givin' thrills (Uh)

He got home from work and now I'm naked in some heels

He almost had a heart attack, he wrote me in his will, bitch, what's up?

Just get down (Ayy)

Just get down

I know you be with it, with it

I know you just get it, hit it (Big Mama)

Just get down (Big Mama)

Just get down (Big Mama)

I know you be with it, with it (Big Mama, uh)

Broke, make your booty go

Act like you ridin' the stick

Act like you ridin' the stick

Act like you ridin' the stick

Act like you ridin' the stick

Sit on the stick while you ride on it (Uh)

Sit on the stick while you ride on it (Uh)

Sit on the stick while you ride on it (Uh)

Pause, act like you ridin' the stick

Ride, ride, ride, ride

Ride, ride, ride, ride

Ride, ride, ride, ride

Ride, ride, ride, act like you ridin' the stick

Drake other songs:

 

Family Matters lyrics - Drake

Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying

Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad

I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs

You mentioned my seed, now deal with his dad

I gotta go bad, I gotta go bad

Mmm, mmm, yeah

Drop, drop, drop, drop

Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot

Drop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thot

Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG

I was really, really tryna keep it PG

If you had a set, they'd give your ass a DP

But you civilian gang, in real life, you PC

You know who really bang a set? My nigga YG

You know who really bang a set? My nigga Chuck T

You know who even bang a set out there is CB

And, nigga, Cole losin' sleep on this, it ain't me

You better have some paperwork or that shit fake tea

Can't be rappin' 'bout no rattin' that we can't read

I mean it's true a nigga slimed me for my AP

Just like how Metro nigga slimed him for his main squeeze

Out here beggin' for attention, nigga, say please

Always rappin' like you 'bout to get the slaves freed

You just actin' like an activist, it's make-believe

Don't even go back to your hood and plant no money trees

Say you hate the girls I fuck, but what you really mean?

I been with Black and white and everything that's in between

You the Black messiah wifin' up a mixed queen

And hit vanilla cream to help out with your self-esteem

On some Bobby shit, I wanna know what Whitney need

All that puppy love was over in y'all late teens

Why you never hold your son and tell him, "Say cheese?"

We could've left the kids out of this, don't blame me

You a dog and you know it, you just play sweet

Your baby mama captions always screamin', "Save me"

You did her dirty all your life, you tryna make peace

I heard that one of 'em little kids might be Dave Free

Don't make it Dave Free's

'Cause if your GM is your BM secret BD

Then this is all makin' plenty fuckin' sense to me

Ayy, let that shorty breathe

Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees

Hands on your knees, hands on your knees

Shake that ass for Drake, now shake that ass for free

Yeah, yeah

Well, not that kind of free, I'm talkin' 'bout my nigga Dave

Your man a lil' K, we call that shit a mini Drac'

He always said I overlooked him, I was starin' straight

These bars go over Kenny head no matter what I say

I know you like to keep it short, so let me paraphrase

Knew it was smoke when Abel hit us with the serenade

Nigga said, "Uh, uh"

Almost started reachin' for my waist

Drop, drop, drop, drop

Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot

Drop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thot

Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it—

Yeah

Let me stop playin' around, let me take this shit serious, like

Niggas is a joke, I take it serious, though

Yeah, look

If Drake shooters doing TikToks, nigga

Realest shooter in your gang, that's P's brother, y'all ain't getting shit shot, nigga

Can't listen to the stick talk in falsetto, save it for a hip-hop nigga

You don't even be at home, dog, you a souvenir-out-the-gift-shop nigga

Still mad about that one ho, we ain't even fuck, I just lip-locked with her

I get active when it's war time, I ain't even really let my dick drop, nigga

What the fuck I heard Rick drop, nigga? Talkin' somethin' 'bout a nose job, nigga

Ozempic got a side effect of jealousy and doctor never told y'all niggas

Put a nigga in the bars, let a nigga rot, kind of like your old job, nigga

House sittin' on some land, but it's out where no one even really know y'all niggas

Bitches gotta drive two hours 'fore you pay 'em just to give a blowjob, nigga

Must've snorted up a snowball

'Cause my last record deal was four hundred M's, these days, that's a low ball, nigga

Ayy

Who's next on the list?

Which one of my so-called niggas

Which one of my so-called niggas

Which one of my so-called niggas need a shell from the clip?

Always knew I had to smoke y'all niggas

Good kid, m.A.A.d city van, we'll pop the latch and let the door slide

Tears runnin' down my cheek, laughin' at you pussies dyin', it's a war cry

Weeknd music gettin' played in all the spots where boys got a little more pride

That's why all your friends dippin' to Atlanta, payin' just to find a tour guide

Abel, run your fuckin' bread, need to buy some more chains for some more guys

Let me find another street nigga I can take to the game courtside

Let me get a used Ferrari for a rapper, take the nigga on a horse ride

Anything to take the spotlight off the fact the boss is a drugged-out lil' punk sissy from the Northside

Rakim talkin' shit again

Gassed 'cause you hit my BM first, nigga, do the math, who I was hittin' then?

I ain't even know you rapped still 'cause they only talkin' 'bout your 'fit again

Probably gotta have a kid again 'fore you think of droppin' any shit again

Even when you do drop, they gon' say you should've modeled 'cause it's mid again

Smokin' Fenty 'bout it, should've put you on the first one, tryna get it in

Ask Fring if this a good idea the next time you cuddled in that bed again

She'll even tell you leave the boy alone 'fore you get your head split again

Pluto shit make me sick to my stomach, we ain't never really been through it

Leland Wayne, he a fuckin' lame, so I know he had to be an influence

These niggas had a plan and they finally found a way to rope you into it

Two separate albums dissin', I just did a Kim to it, nigga, skim through it

Me and Savage had the hoes drippin' wet at shows, almost had to swim to it

K-Dot shit is only hittin' hard when Baby Keem put his pen to it

Ross callin' me the white boy and the shit kind of got a ring to it

'Cause all these rappers wavin' white flags while the whole fuckin' club sing to it

Murder scene on your man tonight, then come to the vigil with the candlelight

Body after fuckin' body and you know Rick readin' my Miranda rights

I'm goin' on vacation now, hope next time, y'all plan it right

'Cause you gotta pay for sayin' my name, guess now niggas understand the price

Nigga, what? (6ix)

Ayy

Kendrick just opened his mouth, someone go hand him a Grammy right now

Where is your uncle at? 'Cause I wanna talk to the man of the house

West Coast niggas do fades, right? Come get this ass whoopin', I'm handin' 'em out

You wanna take up for Pharrell? Then come get his legacy out of my house

A cease and desist is for hoes, can't listen to lies that come out of your mouth

You called the Tupac estate and begged 'em to sue me and get that shit down

I'm losin' perspective on beef, Boi-1da send beat and I'll kill you for fun

Your daddy got robbed by Top, you Stunna and Wayne, like father, like son

Anthony set up the plays, Kojo be chargin' you double for nothin'

They shook about what I'ma say, but textin' your phone like, "We already won"

You tell me what I shouldn't say, but fuck it, my nigga, it's already done

We already know it's a twenty-v-one, we already know why you went number one

It's clearly because of The Boy, the honorable thing is to give me the loot

You right about "Fuck the big three," it's only Big D, and there's video proof

Our sons should go play at the park, two lightskin kids, that shit would be cute

Unless you don't want to be seen with anyone that isn't Blacker than you

We get it, we got it

The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice

We get that you like to put gin in your juice

We get that you think that you Bishop in Juice

When you put your hands on your girl, is it self-defense 'cause she bigger than you?

Your back is up against the curb, you diggin' for dirt, should be diggin' for proof

Why did you move to New York? Is it 'cause you livin' that bachelor life?

Proposed in 2015, but don't wanna make her your actual wife

I'm guessin' this wedding ain't happenin', right?

'Cause we know the girls that you actually like

Your darkest secrets are comin' to light

It's all on your face like what happened to Mike

Oh shit, it's all makin' sense, maybe I'm Prince and you actually Mike

Michael was prayin' his features would change so people believe that he's actually white

Top would make you do features for change, get on pop records and rap for the whites

And wait, you say your brother Jermaine, but you wanted him to stay out of the light

Oh shit, just follow me, right? 'Cause nothin' you sayin' could bother me, right?

I get off the plane and nothing has changed, I head to Delilah with all of my ice

Head to Delilah with all of my ice, head to Delilah with all of my ice

This shit gotta be over by now for anyone out here that's calling it, right?

You're dead

You're dead, you're dead

There's nowhere to hide, there's nowhere to hide, you know what I mean

They hired a crisis management team to clean up the fact that you beat on your queen

The picture you painted ain't what it seem, you're dead

act ii: date @ 8 (remix) lyrics - Drake

[4batz:]

You want me to pull up?

I'll come and slide by 8 PM

And send a text to your DM

Five hunnid for your fuckin' hair

Two hunnid for your fuckin' nails

You runnin' out of shoes to wear

So I bought you another pair

Girl, I got you another dress

So bring yo' ass up-down them stairs

I buy you shit because you rare

And plus because you know I care

Bitch, you know you love it here

That's why you keep on comin' near

Your nigga can't compete, I swear (Nah, for real)

He tried, but now he look too weak, baby

I'll come and slide by 8 PM

And send a text to your DM

Five hunnid for your fuckin' hair

Two hunnid for your fuckin' nails

You runnin' out of shoes to wear

So I bought you another pair

You runnin' out of shoes to wear

So I bought you another pair

I'll come and slide by 8 PM

[Drake:]

What did I do to deserve you?

Don't even know what I did

Been' prayin' on me since a kid

I guess it's just luck if you say so

How you get all of that body and face, though?

What kinda water they servin' in Clayco?

Listen me talkin', it's not DNA, ho

Ready to pop out but we gotta lay low

I really gotta calm down

'Fore I end up in jeopardy just like the game show

Broski my twin, that's my bestie

He love me, said I got the blessin'

I swear he's gassin' me up

There's no way in hell I see you passing me up

Almost said I loved yo' ass right after we fucked

Don't know why, girl, it was on the tip of my tongue

Yeah, found someone I'm fallin' for

You hit me back, we're talkin' more now

The bodies that you caught before (They don't)

Make me mad or insecure (I'm good)

A thousand on your fuckin' hair

Two hunnid on your fuckin' nails, for real

This shit feel like a fairy tale (I swear)

I'll make them open up Chanel, ch-ch

I'm a stand-up guy like Dave Chappelle

I was cursed, you 'bout to break the spell, for real

Tell that nigga that you done with him

Girl, who cares if he gon' take it well, we done

[4batz:]

(Five hunnid for your fuckin' hair)

(Two hunnid for your fuckin' nails)

Buried Alive Interlude, Pt. 2 lyrics - Drake

If you were in a pine box, box

I would shovel dirt on top, top

I'd play this record on repeat, 'peat

You always been a bitch to me

If you was in a pine box, box

I would still be in my spot, spot

For you to make it to the peak, peak

It'd have to be the death of me, the death of me

Lookin' in the mirror, still embarrassed

Stop talkin' how you gon' spare us

React like an infant whenever I am mentioned

It's like you need tension to always get attention

You always said how you wanna bury me alive

Jealousy disguised as yo' muhfuckin' pride

Took you on your first tour with us, tryna catch a vibe

I was headline, you was standin' on the side

Brought you and that other hoe along for the ride

First time people lined up for your ass

Now you sayin' two pussy boys gettin' outta line

You been hatin' hard for a very long time

It feel like Twitter ghostwritin' your reply

Streets out here talkin' like, "At least a nigga tried"

It's how you felt in 2011, why we wastin' time?

Dreams come true, crodie, this is where you die

Push Ups lyrics - Drake

(Whoo Kid)

Ayy

I could never be nobody number-one fan

Your first number one, I had to put it in your hand

You pussies can't get booked outside America for nan'

I'm out in Tokyo because I'm big in Japan

I'm the hitmaker y'all depend on

Backstage in my city, it was friendzone

You won't ever take no chain off of us

How the fuck you big steppin' with a size-seven men's on?

This the bark with the bite, nigga, what's up?

I know my picture on the wall when y'all cook up

Extortion baby, whole career, you been shook up

'Cause Top told you, "Drop and give me fifty," like some push-ups, huh

Your last one bricked, you really not on shit

They make excuses for you 'cause they hate to see me lit

Pull your contract 'cause we gotta see the split

The way you doin' splits, bitch, your pants might rip

You better do that motherfuckin' show inside the bity

Maroon 5 need a verse, you better make it witty

Then we need a verse for the Swifties

Top say drop, you better drop and give 'em fifty

Pipsqueak, pipe down

You ain't in no big three, SZA got you wiped down

Travis got you wiped down, Savage got you wiped down

Like your label, boy, you in a scope right now

And you gon' feel the aftermath of what I write down

I'm at the top of the mountain, so you tight now

Just to have this talk with your ass, I had to hike down

Big difference 'tween Mike then and Mike now

What the fuck is this, a twenty-v-one, nigga?

What's a prince to a king? He a son, nigga

Get more love in the city that you from, nigga

Metro, shut your ho ass up and make some drums, nigga

Yeah, I'm the 6ix God, I'm the frontrunner

Y'all nigga manager was Chubbs lil' blunt runner

Claim the 6ix and you boys ain't even come from it

And when you boys got rich, you had to run from it

Cash blowin' Abel bread, out here trickin' (Out here trickin')

Shit we do for bitches, he doin' for niggas (What the fuck?)

Jets, whips, chains, wicked, wicked, wicked (Wicked, wicked)

Spend it like you tryna fuck, boy, you trippin', boy, you trippin'

Drizzy Chip 'n Dale, probably got your bitch Chanel

I just got 'em done, boy, don't make me have to chip a nail

Rolling Loud stage, y'all were turnt, that was slick as hell

Shit'll probably change if your BM start to kiss and tell

Hugs and kisses, man, don't tell me 'bout no switches

I'll be rockin' every fuckin' chain I own next visit, ayy

I be with some bodyguards like Whitney

Top say drop, your little midget ass better fuckin'

Ayy, better drop and give me fifty, ayy

Drop and give me fifty, drop and give me fifty, ayy

Niggas really got me out here talkin' like I'm 50, ayy

Niggas really got me out here rappin' what I'm livin'

I might take your latest girl and cuff her like I'm Ricky

Can't believe he jumpin' in, this nigga turnin' fifty

Every song that made it on the chart, he got from Drizzy

Spend that lil' check you got and stay up out my business

Nigga, shout out to the hooper that be bustin' out the griddy

We know why you mad, nigga, I ain't even trippin'

All that lil' heartbroken Twitter shit for bitches

This for all the top dogs, drop and give me fifty, drop, drop

And that fuckin' song y'all got did not start the beef with us

This shit been brewin' in a pot, now I'm heatin' up

I don't care what Cole think, that Dot shit was weak as fuck

Champagne trippin', he is not fuckin' easin' up

Nigga callin' Top to see if Top wanna peace it up

"Top, wanna peace it up? Top, wanna peace it up?"

Nah, pussy, now you on your own when you speakin' up

You done rolled deep to this, it's not fuckin' deep enough

Beggin' Kai Cenat, boy, you not fuckin' beatin' us

Numbers-wise, I'm out of here, you not fuckin' creepin' up

Money-wise, I'm out of here, you not fuckin' sneakin' up

Cornball, your show money merch money fee to us

I'ma let you niggas work it out because I seen enough

This ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon up

This ain't even everything I know, don't wake the demon up

Drop and give me fifty, all you fuck niggas teamin' up

What top five you smokin' on, Kendrick?

Mmm, mmm, yeah

Drop, drop, drop, drop

Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot

Drop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thot

Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG

Taylor Made Freestyle lyrics - Drake

[2Pac (AI):]

Killuminati

Dons rise again

You can see it in my eyes again

Kendrick, we need ya, the West Coast savior

Engraving your name in some hip-hop history

If you deal with this viciously

You seem a little nervous about all the publicity

Fuck this Canadian lightskin, Dot

We need a no-debated West Coast victory, man

Call him a bitch for me

Talk about him likin' young girls, that's a gift from me

Heard it on the Budden Podcast, it's gotta be true

They told me the spirit of Makaveli is alive

In a nigga under 5'5", so it's gotta be you

I would beef the whole fuckin' game

It was me and Snoop Dogg, had my fuckin' shirt off in the House of Blues

K, you gotta fuck this nigga girl, he gotta get abused

All that shit 'bout burning tattoos, he is not amused

That's jail talk for real thugs, you gotta be you

Gotta leave this motherfucker broken and bruised before we really lose

You asked for the smoke, now it seem you too busy for the smoke

I won't lie, the people confused

Now you 'bout to give this shit another week?

And fall back to home girl who runnin' numbers up? I woulda refused

Fuck these industry relationships, she not in your shoes

You supposed to be the boogeyman, go do what you do

Unless this is a moment that you tell us this not really you

In that case, there's nothing left to say, I'll just pass it to Snoop

[Snoop Dogg (AI):]

Nephew, what the fuck you really 'bout to do?

We passed you the torch at the House of Blues

And now you gotta do some dirty work, you know how to move, right? Right?

I know you never been to jail or wore jumpsuits and shower shoes

Never shot nobody, never stabbed nobody

Never did nothing violent to no one, it's the homies that empower you

But still, you gotta show this fuckin' owl who's boss on the West

Now's a time to really make a power move

'Cause right now it's looking like you writin' out the game plan on how to lose

How to bark up the wrong tree and then get your head popped in a crowded room

World is watching this chess game, but are you out of moves?

Dot, you know that the D-O-G never fuckin' doubted you

But right now it seem like you posted up without a clue

Of what the fuck you 'bout to do

[Drake:]

Yeah, unc', that's the truth

I'm definitely 'bout to come around the Lang gang and let my fuckin' bowel move

Shittin' on you niggas from a whole different altitude

High up in the sky like I'm Howard Hughes

The first one really only took me an hour or two

The next one is really 'bout to bring out the coward in you

But now we gotta wait a fuckin' week 'cause Taylor Swift is your new Top

And if you 'bout to drop, she gotta approve

This girl really 'bout to make you act like you not in a feud

She tailor-made your schedule with Ant, you out of the loop

Hate all you corporate industry puppets, I'm not in the mood

I love it when you niggas talk loose like I'm not in the room

Since "Like That," your tone changed a little, you not as enthused

How are you not in the booth? It feel like you kinda removed

You tryna let this shit die down, nah, nah, nah

Not this time, nigga, you followin' through

I guess you need another week to figure out how to improve

What the fuck is taking so long? We waitin' on you

The rest of y'all are definitely involved, y'all gettin' it too

Soon as you get the courage to drop, I'm out on the loose, on the loose

Yeah, shout out to Taylor Swift

Biggest gangster in the music game right now

You know, I moved my album when she dropped, I said that already

You know, she 'bout to milli' run through a Milly Rock on your head top, well

She got the whole pgLang on mute like that Beyoncé challenge, y'all boys quiet for the weekend, like

Dot, I know you're in that NY apartment, you strugglin' right now, I know it

In the notepad doing lyrical gymnastics, my boy

You better have a motherfuckin' quintuple entendre on that shit

Some shit I don't even understand, like

That shit better be crazy, we waitin' on you

Yeah

THE HEART PART 6 lyrics - Drake

Now let me see ya prove it

Just let me see ya prove it

Alright

The Pulitzer Prize winner is definitely spiralin'

I got your fucking lines tapped, I swear that I'm dialed in

First, I was a rat, so where's the proof of the trial then?

Where's the paperwork or the cabinet it's filed in?

1090 Jake would've took all the walls down

The streets would've had me hidin' out in a small town

My Montreal connects stand up, not fall down

The ones that you're gettin' your stories from, they all clowns

I am a war general, seasoned in preparation

My jacket is covered in medals, honor and decoration

You waited for this moment, overcome with the desperation

We plotted for a week and then we fed you the information

A daughter that's eleven years old, I bet he takes it

We thought about giving a fake name or a destination

But you so thirsty, you not concerned with investigation

Instead you in Advantage Studio, it's a celebration

You gotta learn to fact check things and be less impatient

Your fans are rejoicin' thinkin' this is my expiration

Even the picture you used, the jokes and the medication

The Maybach glove and the drug he uses for less inflation

Master manipulator, you bit on the speculation

You dumb and reactive, nigga, I'm petty with dedication

What about the bones we dug up in that excavation?

And why isn't Whitney denyin' all of the allegations?

Why is she following Dave Free and not Mr. Morale?

You haven't seen the kids in six months, the distance is wild

Dave leaving heart emojis underneath pics of the child

Speakin' of anything with a child, let's get to that now

This Epstein angle was the shit I expected

TikTok videos you collected and dissected

Instead of being on some diss-direct shit

You rather fucking grab your pen and misdirect shit

My mom came over today and I was like, "Mother, I—, mother, I—, mother—"

Ahh, wait a second, that's that one record where you say you got molested

Aw, fuck me, I just made the whole connection

This about to get so depressin'

This is trauma from your own confessions

This when your father leave you home alone with no protection, so neglected

That's why these pedophile raps is shit you so obsessed with, it's so excessive

They acting like it's so aggressive

But you just never known affection

I don't wanna diss you anymore, this really got me second guessing

"Touch My Body" by Mariah Carey play, you probably start reflectin'

I never been with no one underage but now I understand why this the angle that you really mess with

Just for clarity, I feel disgusted, I'm too respected

If I was fucking young girls, I promise I'd have been arrested

I'm way too famous for this shit you just suggested

But that's not the lesson, clearly there's a deeper message

Deep cuts that never healed and now they got infected

Like if Dave really fucked your girl and got her pregnant, talk about breedin' resentment

I'm not sure how to ease the sentiment, this shit's too intimate

I'm praying you recover from both incidents

But you a piece of shit, so this shit really no coincidence

Drake is not a name that you gon' see on no sex offender list, Eazy-Duz-It

You mentionin' A minor, but niggas gotta B sharp and tell the fans, "Who was it?"

You thought you left D flat, D major

I'll slit your throat with the razor and do Rick Ross Air like that one flight from Malaysia, I'm your baby mama's screen saver

Only fuckin' with Whitneys, not Millie Bobby Browns, I'd never look twice at no teenager

I'm a fucking hitmaker, dog, not a peacemaker

Yeah, bullets that I'm stuffin' in each chamber, your ass in extreme danger

Stop buyin' views and bot comments, you may as well keep the paper

Shit you 'bout to need for later

I give a fuck about your streamin' data

You could drop a hundred more records, I'll see you later

Yeah, maybe when you meet your maker

I don't wanna fight with a woman beater, it feeds your nature

If you still bumping R. Kelly, you could thank the Savior

Said if they deleted his music then your music is going too, a hypocrite

I don't understand why these people praise you, soundin' like you send him commissary when he need some paper

Album droppin' soon, no wonder you turn to a clout chaser 'stead of doing hard labor

Nigga, I'll see you when I see you like Fantasia

And Whitney, you can hit me if you need a favor

And when I say I hit you back, it's a lot safer

Huh, I promise

Yeah

I'm not gonna lie this shit was some, some good exercise, like

It's good to get out, get the pen workin'

You would be a worthy competitor if I was really a predator and you weren't fuckin' lying to every blogger and editor, but

It is what it is

You definitely got this shit burnt the fuck out though, like

You got ten more records to drop

The one before the last one, we finessed you into telling a story that doesn't even exist

And then, you go and drop the West Coast one to try and cover that up

I would like that one, that, that, that would be some shit I could dance to if you wasn't triplin' down on some whole other bullshit, but

You know, at least your fans are gettin' some raps out of you

I'm happy I could motivate you

Bring you back to the game, like

You know, but

Just let me know when we're gettin' to the facts

Everything in my shit is facts

I'm waitin' on you to return the favor, like

Drake other songs:

 

1Xtra Freestyle lyrics - Drake

Who else really trying to mess with Hollywood Cole

I'm with Marley G though

Treating Birmingham just like my Hollywood shows

I'm trying to tell you something that you probably should know

This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh

My real friends never hearing from me

Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me

That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused

I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews

We walk the same path, but got on different shoes

Live in the same building, but we got different views

I got a couple cars, I never get to lose

Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos

And these days all the girls are down to roll

We hit the strip club, and all them girls find a pole

I live fast die young, never take it slow

Tell your girl to tell a friend that it's time to go

And tell me today's weather

I know they say they're good, but trust me I'm better

I sound like the coldest Miami night ever

I'm cold but still hot you can't decide on a sweater

Really it's whatever

I am murdering and this is so amusing

If they're a sight to see then I am an illusion

I tell you I'm the man baby what is the confusion

And if they're still sleeping on me, someone hit the snooze then

And keep sleeping while I sell a couple million

I'm headed for the moon, I ain't bout to hit the ceiling

I'm about to hit the club, women tell me I'm appealing

But fuck what they say let me tell you how I'm feeling

I'm drinking

These London street lamps got a real glow

Dizzy playing driving fast but it feels slow

And ask your man, he a hater, baby, he don't know

I could kick a punt and turn that shit into a field goal

This here was meant to get buried

I got a lot of things, I mention those barely

I ain't lying to the kids like the dentist ain't scary

I'm what Lebron was to Saint Vincent, Saint Marry

But I ain't playing high school games

Pulling McLarence through a McDonald's drive through lane

I'm to fly, I keep it hip hop like Afu-Ra

Baby girl on that McLaren

You gotta lift the doors

Blades chopping through the city streets, liquid swords

I do it better than the best could

You know what it is, Drake and Tim Westwood

Behind Barz lyrics - Drake

(from "Top Boy" soundtrack)

Yeah, look

You know how the paigon chit-chat goes

I like R's and V's and O's

I don't really play no tic-tac-toe

Been with Chubbs through highs and lows

We seen man last night, they froze

Wasn't no cameras, wasn't no pose

Just like that one time at 'Chella

Good thing man weren't pullin' out phones

Stay in big six-six with woes

Man start dissin' and doin' reposts

They do anything except road

Still can't see them after it snows

I don't have time for the wasteman jokes

Personal ting if I'm gettin' up close

Loyal to O 'cause I've taken a oath

Versace hotel and I'm takin' the robes

Seen 'em in person, I'm seein' a ghost

They told me relax 'cause they're takin' control

Take all that shit up with P and his bro

I wish you the best, let me know how it goes

Wanna be free and I wanna let go

We came around and you showed us the most

I know so much shit that I cannot expose

I keep it inside and I laugh on my own

Got all the tea and I'm hottin' it up

I need a shade mansion, a room's not enough

You're droppin' some shit but that shit was a bust

They got no direction, they're followin' us

I come from a city that they never touch

Your man is a goofy and he could get brushed

I can't name a rapper or girl that I trust

I dream about turnin' these yutes into dust

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Yeah

You know how the paigon chit-chat goes

I like R's and V's and O's

I don't really play no tic-tac-toe

Been with Roxx through highs and lows

We seen man last night, they froze

Wasn't no cameras, wasn't no pose

Just like that one time at Nobu

Good thing man weren't pullin' out phones

Think you know me? That's not true

We got ties in West End too

She came over and she got slewed

Throwin' up six like man had flu

I got way too big off Views

Back to the basics, I won't lose

They wanna link when they got no chunes

They too worried 'bout sellin' out shoes

I don't give a fuck 'bout jeans and crep

Or goin' to Milan or goin' to the Met

I just wanna make these songs for the set

I just wanna load that and let that wet

I got so much tings in the stash

Fold up anyone, dun that clash

Got no sense like Jizzle and shh

Big and bad like leader and shh

Can't do love 'cause they get too attached

Phone get broke and whip get scratched

I'ma just take my knots in cash

They can never tie me down, that's facts

All that bark but we know he's a cat

I don't really like goin' tit for tat

I'ma just come like tat-tat-tat

I'ma just end that there, that's that

Behind Barz (Link Up TV Freestyle) lyrics - Drake

Yeah, Link Up TV, Behind Barz

Big up man like Rashid, Joey, Tadas, yeah

Shout-out Giggs for settin' the ting

SN1, OVO

Mm-hmm, yeah, look

You know how the paigon chit-chat goes

I like Rs and Vs and Os

I don't really play no tic-tac-toe

Been with Chubbs through highs and lows

We seen man last night, they froze

Wasn't no cameras, wasn't no pose

Just like that one time at 'Chella

Good thing man weren't pullin' out phones

Staying in big six-six with woes

Man start dissin' and doin' reposts

They do anything except road

Still can't see them after it snows

I don't have time for the wasteman jokes

Personal ting if I'm gettin' up close

Loyal to O 'cause I've taken a oath

Versace hotel and I'm takin' the robes

Seen 'em in person, I'm seein' a ghost

They told me relax 'cause they're takin' control

Take all that shit up with P and his bro

I wish you the best, let me know how it goes

Wanna be free and I wanna let go

We came around and you showed us the most

I know so much shit that I cannot expose

I keep it inside and I laugh on my own

Got all the tea and I'm hottin' it up

I need a shade mansion, a room's not enough

You're droppin' some shit but that shit was a bust

They got no direction, they're followin' us

I come from a city that they never touch

Your man is a goofy and he could get rushed

I can't name a rapper or girl that I trust

I dream about turnin' these yutes into dust

Yeah, yeah

Big Scorpion, out now

Yeah, look

You know how the paigon chit-chat goes

I like Rs and Vs and Os

I don't really play no tic-tac-toe

Been with Roxx through highs and lows

We seen man last night, they froze

Wasn't no cameras, wasn't no pose

Just like that one time at Nobu

Good thing man weren't pullin' out phones

Think you know me? That's not true

We got ties in West End too

She came over and she got slewed

Throwin' up six like man had flu

I got way too big off Views

Back to the basics, I won't lose

They wanna link when they got no chunes

They too worried 'bout sellin' out shoes

I don't give a fuck about jeans and crep

Or goin' to Milan or goin' to the Met

I just wanna make these songs for the set

I just wanna load that and let that wet

I got so much tings in the stash

Fold up anyone, dun that clash

Got no sense like Jizzle and shh

Big and bad like leader and shh

Can't do love 'cause they get too attached

Phone get broke and whip get scratched

I'ma just take my knots in cash

They can never tie me down, that's facts

All that bark but we know he's a cat

I don't really like goin' tit for tat

I'ma just come like tat-tat-tat

I'ma just end that there, that's that

Yeah, Link Up TV

Drizzy Drake

Maddas, jheeze!

Duppy Freestyle lyrics - Drake

I'm in shock

The nerve, the audacity

Okay

So if you rebuke me for working with someone else on a couple of Vs

What do you really think of the nigga that's making your beats?

I've done things for him I thought that he never would need

Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me

I pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat

Now, you popping up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep

I just left from over by y'all putting pen to the sheets

Tired of sitting quiet, and helping my enemies eat

Keep getting temperature checks

They know that my head overheats

Don't know why the fuck you niggas listen to Denim or Steve

Must've had your Infrared wrong, now your head in the beam

Y'all are the spitting image of whatever jealousy breeds

Don't push me when I'm in album mode

You're not even top 5 as far as your label talent goes

You send shots, well, I got to challenge those

But I bring Calicos to the Alamo

I could never have a Virgil in my circle and hold him back 'cause he makes me nervous

I wanna see my brothers flourish to their higher purpose

You niggas leeches and serpents

I think it's good that now the teachers are learning, yeah

Your brother said, it was your cousin then him, then you

So, you don't rap what you did, you just rap what you knew

Don't be ashamed, it's plenty niggas that do what you do

There's no malice in your heart, you're an approachable dude

Man, you might've sold to college kids for Nike and Mercedes

But you act like you sold drugs for Escobar in the '80s

I had a microphone of yours, but then the signature faded

I think that pretty much resembles what's been happening lately

Please believe your demise will be televised, yeah

And as for Q, man, I changed his life a couple times

Nigga was at Kroger working double time

Ya'll acting like he made the boy when I was trying to help the guy

Yeah, who gassed you to play with me?

Man, you made this shit as easy as ABCs

Whoever supposedly making me hits, but then got no hits sound like they need me

My hooks did it, my lyrics did it, my spirit did it

I'm fearless with it, yeah

I really shouldn't have given you none of my time

'Cause you older than the nigga you running behind

Look, holla at me when you multi-million

I told you keep playing with my name and I'ma let it ring on you

Like Virginia Williams

I'm too resilient, get out your feelings

It's gonna be a cruel summer for you

I told Weezy and Baby, "I'ma done him for you"

Tell 'Ye we got a invoice coming to you

Considering that we just sold another 20 for you

To be honest

Duppy

Fire In The Booth lyrics - Drake

Yeah

I been waiting on this one Charlie, for real

I've been waitin' Driz

I've been waitin', let's get 'em bro

Nah, for real

Shout out Boi-1da too

Mm, I like that

Let's get 'em Driz

You don't have a drink, you're not drinking or what?

I got a drink bro

Ha ha ha ha, I like that

I got my drink right here. Cheers my bro

Toast up man

Yeah, okay, yeah

Goldman Sachs, they wanna hold my racks

Hedge fund investors talk to Adel like he the expert

I hear it in their tone when they address him

We way too connected

Tom Ford assistant texted asking if I want classic or double breasted

I flex with broad shoulders

When I walk through the halls they move over

Stories of how we handle ours start to travel like a lone soldier

I told you

You hold your girl the same way that I hold composure

Or hold the wheel of the Fuji white Rover

Silverstein dinners, all kosher

Never rushin'

My niggas really made somethin' from nothin'

Dodge sentences like they don't wanna discuss it, change subject

Got the Benny Yang chains rubbin', never tucked in

Waiting to inhale

Things that I own will sell at auction as proof we did well

My house museum-scale

The only skeletons here are the ones from the nights I raised hell

Make sure the staff are paid well

Make 'em think twice 'bout the stories that they tell

No one knows when the plan is hatchin'

I'ma let 'em walk on eggshells

Tiptoe, niggas better know

Wow, man like Drizzy Drake!

Yeah

Got his foot on your neck man

What time is it? What time is it? It's like two in the morning right now

Yeah, well it's real late over here

It's me and Charlie, that's it, you hear me? We got the whole building to ourselves

We got the building. Kill them again, kill them again Driz, kill them!

Y'all keepin' the score while watchin' me score

Y'all keep the awards, I'll take the rewards

If y'all goin' for fun, I'll stay and record

But if y'all goin' to war I'm there for sure

Wouldn't miss it

I'm living next to Michael, Bobby, Ralph, Johnny

My neighbors soundin' like New Edition

That's these guys

Us guys don't wear New Balance or Levi's

Key West retirement plan

Grippin' the Callaway club in my hand

Hittin' balls off of the balcony into the sand

Tryna see where they land

October Firm the new chain of command

El chico, this verse is the explanation for the large ego

100 mill' hands free like Ronaldinho

I go from Star to Venetian in a small speedboat with girls we know

Take your pick, Brooke or Tanya

Both those shorties'd leave their GPS on so I can find ya

Drop __cpLocation

Spring break trips, I'm in hot rotation

I took a lot of my brothers from B and E licks or the pot rotation

To ridin' shotgun in a Picasso painting

Tricks up sleeves, have 'em playin' innocent to get the shits I need

Loyalty is priceless to me and this I see

Before I ever seen this shit tatted on P and tatted on C and tatted on me

I speak truth and get to shatterin' dreams

So it's best to tiptoe, niggas better know, yeah

Drizzy Drake! You're an animal Drake! You already know that you an animal bruh! Animal!

I'm saucy!

Saucy! You just stepped out of the club straight into the booth like it's light. Tear up the ting in one take!

Showed up for you, you know what I'm sayin'?

My brother Drizzy

My brother, you already know

Wow. And you know what it's like. You stepped out the club into the booth to prove to everyone why you number one bro. Why you got your foot on their necks!

Nah for real. I stepped in here, SN1, OVO, Fire in the Booth, Charlie Sloth. Come on. The official. I rock with the official. I'm on official ting, you know what it is man. Come on, come on

Ay bro, it feels like that's another moment there, you know what? Like, I got to say this to you on the real bro. The way that you've embraced British culture will be remembered forever. And the UK love you. The real G's over here, you know that bro. When you go to your parties, you see who's in your parties

Nah, you know what it is, of course

It's the certies

Nah, listen, but listen. It's a family and it's a big family, you know what it is. I'm just happy to be home, like I said man

My brother, man. Foot on neck time

Yo, are these guys dumb? You see the big man Charlie too, oh my goodness

My brother Drizzy. I can hear these rappers' prayers man

Nah, I'm heated for you right now

They're like, "Yo, please tell Drizzy to take his foot off my neck!"

Nah, I'm heated right now man, oh my goodness. Shout out French Montana, my brother, you know what I'm sayin'? The big wave, yeah. Shout out Huncho, Quavo. Shout out Offset, blessings on the new ting. Oh my goodness. Shout out, yo–. I could go for hours. Charlie, come on man

Ay, you could go for hours. I was at your party the other night, I've seen who was there. I'm like, "Whoa!" There's a lot of people, there was a lot of faces in that party

Nah, I don't wanna hear no chat for the whole 18 about Charlie Sloth. Are you dumb? Alright. Jheeze, jheeze

And that right there: one take. A real moment right there

Yeah, jhee!

And that's Fire in the Booth my guy!

And I'll be back January-February part two, you know what time it is. Come on!

Okay, okay

Shout out all the G's too, man. Shout out all the artists man. Everybody from here doin' their thing. I'm telling you. Big inspiration. London, England, come on man

Come on! You know I've applied for your passport, right?

Ha ha ha. I need that

Five Points Freestyle lyrics - Drake

Yeah, yeah

Y'all must be listening to Mies 'cause y'all doing less

Never more, shoulda guessed, rapping on beats like they pilots

Made a couple milli then I bought myself a cool house

With a pool house designed by Rem Koolhaas

I'm talking OMA, you're like OMG

I'm SOM, you're SOL, you SOB

Some call me Biggie, some call me Bjarke

Either way, I'm notorious: B.I.G

I heard your new tape and I laughed, like

Zaha ha ha ha ha ha ha Hadid

My bars are art so they're on those walls

My bars hard like Ando's walls (that's real)

Your minimal mind is kinda blank, scary

Your momma's face designed by Frank Gehry (oh god)

I need a final bar that oughta do it, I know

You couldn't bring down the house if it was called Pruitt Igoe

Girls Need Love (Remix) lyrics - Summer Walker & Drake

[Summer Walker:]

Honestly

Honestly, I'm tryin' to stay focused

You must think I've got to be joking when I say

I don't think I can wait

I just need it now, better swing my way

I just need some dick, I just need some love

Tired of fucking with these lame niggas, baby

I just need a thug

Won't you be my plug? Ayy

You could be the one, ayy

We could start with a handshake, baby

I'ma need more than a hug

Girls can't never say they want it

Girls can't never say how

Girls can't never say they need it

Girls can't never say now

Girls can't never say they want it

Girls can't never say how

Girls can't never say they need it

Girls can't never say now, oh now

[Summer Walker (Drake):]

Give it to me like you need it, baby

Want you to hear me screaming, heavy breathing

I don't need a reason, baby

I want it 'til you can't fight

I can give it to you right, babe, oh

I wanna be your healing

I can be real good

Please don't get in your feelings

Ayy, I need some lo-o-o-o-ove

Ayy, I need some lo-o-o-o-ove

Ayy, I need some lo-o-o-o-ove

Ayy, and you can't judge (I won't)

[Drake:]

You don't really call on me like you should

Link up, I'll roll through the hood

Problems, but everything's all good, my love

Your nigga doesn't want smoke with me, nah, no way

Trust me, it's all okay, trust me, it's all

You just need some, someone that's calm and patient

Submission, domination

Arched back, deep stroke

White wine, weed smoke

That's my best combination

You just need some dick with no complications

You just need some, you just need some

Late-night attention, uncondition

All that you're missing, my babe

Fucked up, shouldn't even have to justify

I get it, I'm on your side, guys get their way all the time

Besides, pleasure not meant for one side

You should just do what's best for your mind

How 'bout I just take my time?

You call up my line, I fall up inside you

Girls need love, too, I know

[Summer Walker:]

Girls need love, too (Yeah)

Girls, girls need love, too (Ooh)

Girls need love (Let me tell you something)

Girls need love (Girls need loving, too, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Girls need love, too

Girls need love, too

(So what's a girl to do when she needs loving, too?)

Girls need love, too

Girls, girls need love, too

In The Cut lyrics - Drake (feat. Roddy Ricch)

Ay, yeah

Pipe this shit up and I turn this shit up

When I was down, I was down

Now them diamonds for fun like damn

Ay, yeah

Trendsetter, Ben Frank getter (Yeah)

Whip whatever, whip whatever

I buy diamonds when I'm under pressure (Yeah)

When I apply it, shit don't ever let up, yeah

Look, I'm in the cut, the boy in the cut

Jump in the whip where the ceilings go up, we up

All of this grindin' for what?

It's funny when you niggas thought it was luck

I cannot give you a pass if you play with my money and family and friends

And I compete with myself while you niggas competin' with trends

Your foreign is used, I looked up the VIN

I know the truth, no use in pretendin' with him

Still in the cut, the boy in the cut

Hop in the whip where the ceilings go up, we up

And I'm way up at the top of the loft

Gotta stay up, ain't no knockin' me off

Pull up smooth, A.I. with the cross

Countin' up wins on wins on wins, for all of my dogs I lost

I might call Pharrell, get the new Chanel

Thugger got the YSL, huh

I remember when the Feds did the sweep, I pray my dogs didn't tell, huh

Cruisin' down Biscayne

I was in Miami, she gave me top with the top off

Cartier wrist gang, got her a Audemar

She got the head, knock your socks off

You ain't gettin' money, you ain't fuckin' with me

You ain't in your bitch top five

I might pull up in the Six with Drizzy

I was just in Houston, fuckin' with the mob ties

We don't never ever play two sides

Hang out the Phantom, it's suicide

They ridin' my wave like a rogue tide

My necklace is wet like the poolside

Still in the cut, the boy in the cut, yeah

Hop in the whip where the ceilings go up, we up

Laugh Now Cry Later lyrics - Drake (feat. Lil Durk)

Whoa, whoa

Yeah

Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry, but I guess you know now, baby

I took a half and she took the whole thing, slow down, baby

We took a trip, now we on your block and it's like a ghost town, baby

Where do these niggas be at when they say they're doin' all this and all that?

Tired of beefin' you bums, you can't even pay me enough to react

Been wakin' up in the crib and sometimes I don't even know where I'm at

Please don't play that nigga songs in this party, I can't even listen to that

Anytime that I ran into somebody, it must be a victory lap, ay

Shorty, come sit on my lap, ay, they're sayin' Drizzy just snap

Distance between us is not like a store, this isn't a closeable gap, ay

I've seen some niggas attack and don't end up makin' it back

I know that they're at the crib goin' crazy, down bad

What they had didn't last, damn, baby

Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry, but I guess you know now, baby

I took a half and she took the whole thing, slow down, baby

We took a trip, now we on your block and it's like a ghost town, baby

Where do these niggas be at when they say they're doin' all this and all that?

I'm in the trenches, relax

Can you not play that little boy in the club? 'Cause we do not listen to rats

We in Atlanta, I buy her a wig, she tellin' me Tae is the best

Point at the nigga who act like a killer, but you only one from the 'net

I'm like DaBaby, I'm not just a rapper, you play with me, you gon' get stretched

Ooh-oh

Bring Drake to the hood, surround Drake around Dracs

Even though I got a case, I'ma do what it take

And I never been embraced

And the money's hard to make

So I bet they're on their face right now

I know that they're at the crib goin' crazy, down bad

What they had didn't last, damn, baby

Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry, but I guess you know now, baby

I took a half and she took the whole thing, slow down, baby

We took a trip, now we on your block and it's like a ghost town, baby

Where do these niggas be at when they say they're doin' all this and all that?

When he tell the story, that's not how it went

Know they be lyin', a hundred percent

Moved out the Ritz and forgot 'bout the Bent'

Valet just called me to tell me come get it

Knocked that boy off and I don't want no credit

If it was me, they wouldn't regret it

Left me for dead and now they wan' dead it, yeah

Heart is still beatin', my niggas still eatin'

Backyard, it look like the Garden of Eden

Pillow talk with 'em, she spillin' the tea

And then shorty came back and said she didn't mean it

It's hard to believe it

I know that they're at the crib goin' crazy, down bad

What they had didn't last, damn, baby

Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry, but I guess you know now, baby

I took a half and she took the whole thing, slow down, baby

We took a trip, now we on your block and it's like a ghost town, baby

Where do these niggas be at when they say they're doin' all this and all that?

Lemon (Drake Remix) lyrics - NERD & Rihanna (feat. Drake)

[RetcH:]

Wait, wait, wait a minute

Shout out to them people, people

Wait, wait a minute

P-p-p-people, people, people

Wait, wait a minute

Mad ethnic right now

[Drake:]

I get it how I live it

I live it how I get it, y'all don't really get it

I pull up in a lemon, blocks get to spinnin'

Money 3D printin'

Never had a limit, never been religious

I just always had opinions

My daddy told me, "Listen

You better get some money and not die and go to prison"

So you see

Yeah, I got rich and stayed free

Free the dawgs doin' B.I.Ds

I know everybody not like me

Ayy, got the nerve to want a Bentley for her birthday

I said, "Maybe I could rent it for your birthday

Matter of fact I need a favor for the remix

Maybe I can get some 50s for your birthday"

Ayy, get to sneakin' for you, bae

Say we talk but we ain't speakin' every day

And I know you know what P about to say

[Pharrell Williams:]

Bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

[Rihanna:]

I get it how I live it

I live it how I get it

Count the mothafuckin' digits

I pull up with a lemon

Not 'cause she ain't livin'

It's just your eyes get acidic

And this here ain't a scrimmage

Mothafucka, we ain't finished

I told you we won't stop

A nigga 'bouta business

Like yours, but you rent it

Wave hello to the top

Nigga the Veyron glide

Tell the paparazzi get the lens right

Got the window down, top, blowin' la

Got the hazards on, only doin' five

You can catch me, Rih, in the new La Ferrar'

And the truck behind me got arms

Yeah, longer than LeBron

Just waitin' for my thumb like The Fonz

Woo! This beat tastes like lunch

But it's runnin' from veneers and it's runnin' from the fronts

But everyday, hey, wasn't lemonade

I was afraid, once a nigga graduate

Would I be okay?

So I prayed and I played

It's Rihanna, nigga

My constellation in space

Warp speed, Doctor Spock couldn't chase, nigga

[Pharrell Williams:]

Nigga, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face

I get it how I live it

I live it how I get it

Count the mothafuckin' digits

I pull up with a lemon

Not 'cause she ain't livin'

It's just your eyes get acidic

And this here ain't a scrimmage

Mothafucka, we ain't finished

I told you we won't stop

A nigga 'bouta business

Like yours, but you rent it

Wave hello to the top

Nigga the Veyron glide

Tell the paparazzi get the lens right

Got the window down, top, blowin' la

Got the hazards on, only doin' five

You can catch me...

Bouncin' around, bouncin' around, bouncin'

You can catch me

Wait, wait a minute

Wait, wait a minute

Wait, wait a minute

Wait, wait a minute

Wait, wait a minute

Wait, wait a minute

Wait, wait a minute

Wait, wait a minute

Money In The Grave lyrics - Drake (feat. Rick Ross)

Yeah, okay

Lil CC on the beat, mm

Yeah, yeah

I mean, where the fuck should I really even start?

I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the dark

I got my niggas 'cross the street livin' large

Thinkin' back to the fact that they dead

Thought my raps wasn't facts 'til they sat with the bars

I got two phones, one need a charge

Yeah, they twins, I could tell they ass apart

I got big packs comin' on the way

I got big stacks comin' out the safe

I got Lil Max with me, he the wave

It's a big gap between us in the game

In the next life, I'm tryna stay paid

When I die, put my money in the grave

When I die, put my money in the grave

I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place

Really just lapped every nigga in the race

I really might tat "Realest Nigga" on my face

Lil CC let it slap with the bass

I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape

Now I'm like, "Nah, love, I'm good, go away"

Ain't about to die with no money, I done gave it

I was on top when that shit meant a lot

Still on top like I'm scared of the drop

Still on top and these niggas wanna swap

Niggas wanna swap like it's Slauson or Watts

I don't wanna change 'cause I'm good where I'm at

Mob ties, so I'm always good where I'm at

Word to Junior, Jazzy, Baby J

Tell 'em when I die, put my money in the grave

Couple figures, killers call and collect (Collect)

She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next (Next)

Really livin' large, she in awe with a mack

When you niggas thinkin' small in the mall with a rat (Rat)

Roll with us if you really wanna get it (Get it)

Go get a half a million in the Sprinter (Sprinter)

Phone ringin', bitches know a big tipper (Tipper)

I got the hookup and there's really no limit (Limit)

Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA)

Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yé

Lil' nigga, just another state case

Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (Bounce)

Gotta count on my allowance (Gotta count on my allowance)

You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (So I gotta reroute it)

A nigga drippin' like I got a zillion dollars

Got the trap jumpin' like Zion when I rebound it

Then I'm out (Then I'm out)

And I'll never talk about it (About it)

The homies quiet, but we all smoke the loudest (Loudest)

Rich niggas and I'm really bein' modest

'Cause the way I do my deals, never treated like a artist

Want the house (House)

You could DM my accountant

My per diem six figures and I'm countin'

Nine figures was the goal 'til I hit it

These niggas ain't livin', so bury mine with me

Ross got it (Maybach Music)

When I die, put my money in the grave

I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place

Really just lapped every nigga in the race

I really might tat "Realest Nigga" on my face

Lil CC let it slap with the bass

I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape

Now I'm like, "Nah, love, I'm good, go away"

Ain't about to die with no money, I done gave it

Not Around lyrics - Drake

Yeah, we back

Wassup ladies?

Swishahouse, baby

Wassup to all the ladies on the Northside, Southside, Eastside, Westside?

Wassup in Bay City?

Wassup to all the ladies in Louisiana?

Wassup to all the ladies in Dallas, Austin, San Antonio?

Marshall, Prairie View, it's going down

Wharton County, Texas City, H-Town, baby

TSU ladies

She moved out of state, and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness

She used to dance, but she want a loan and start up a business

Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around

I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to slidin' down

I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch

She tryna get out of the mix

Shawty is goin' legit, shawty is goin' legit

Me, I'm supportin' this shit, this is a story

Came from my life and I'm just recordin' this shit

I'ma just give it to you direct, instead of me throwin' this shit

You know you important and shit

You know I'm supportin' this shit

We used to do pornos when you would come over but now you got morals and shit

I got like four on the wrist and an adorable kid

I got a Drac' in the studio, and I don't just mean that I'm in this bitch

Please make the most of this shit

Don't just come close to some shit

I give you this bread, you run me some head

And then you go glow up a bit

She moved out of state, and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness

She used to dance, but she want a loan and start up a business

Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around

I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to sli-

I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch

She tryna get out of the mix

Shawty is goin' legit, shawty is goin' legit

Me, I'm supportin' this shit, this is a story

Came from my life and I'm just recordin' this shit

Her daddy is not around, mama is definitely not around

She got a business plan, but she just ain't had time to write it down

Stay with her sister now, she got a man, but he out of town

Soon as he out of town, they hop in his whip and they ride around

I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to slidin', slidin'

Thought about trappin' a player before, but that just ain't right, right

Look in the mirror if you wanna look at some things on the bright side

You popped a 325, you feelin' too good to worry tonight

She moved out of state, and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness

She used to dance, but she want a loan and start up a business

Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around

I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to sli-

I make it rain in this bitch, I make it snow in this bitch

She tryna get out of the mix

Shawty is goin' legit, shawty is goin' legit

Me, I'm supportin' this shit, this is a story

Came for my life and I'm just recordin' this shit

Omerta lyrics - Drake

Look at my history

I'm tryna see what's different from that guy and the richer me

The only thing I see is custom owls from Tiffany

And some gunnas that'll hit you outta nowhere like epiphany

Really, that's it to me

Aside from the obvious, man, it changes in scenery

Testin' me gon' have my niggas testin' machinery

They say that they happy, my man, that's not how they seem to be

The boy, he wild and peaceful, rest in peace Teena Marie

Ethics and values, mob traditions, old fashioned

Monopoly action

Bronny buyin' up Brentwood like he still in Akron

A lot of pain, a lot of passion

A lot of relaxin' while other niggas is overreactin'

That's how we continue down the path of Jordan and Jackson

That's some insight for y'all even if no one's askin'

Last year, niggas really feel like they rode on me

Last year, niggas got hot 'cause they told on me

I'm 'bout to call the bluff of anybody that fold on me

I'm buyin' the buildin' of every door that closed on me

Yeah, Loro Piana and Brioni, the one and only

Champagne popper, the love doctor

Your baby mother call me when she lonely

My tailor see me twice a week, he like my homie

Forever grateful, forever thankful

Diamond necklace, but she wears it on her ankle

The bitch is trendy

My enemies send each other the texts that they could never send me

I'm bankin' two million a show for the residency

Nevada gaming commission in a frenzy

How much money can this casino lend me?

Rippin' markers up over shots of the Henny

Vivid memory, can someone send me a real nigga interlude?

To me, Benihana is pigeon food

This not a forgivin' mood

So much, we gotta count the 20s up in a different room

I am just a body that my brothers are livin' through

Keepin' my connections strictly physical

Everyone that's married is miserable

I know that that is not a lifestyle I can give into

The rise to the top of this mountain has been biblical

I don't carry cash 'cause the money is digital

It's the American Expresser, the debt collector

Hailin' all the way from the Mecca

Got something for Trudy and Rebecca

This shit could last forever

The mind controller, the Ayatollah

I built a bridge to success and had visions of me ridin' over

Step in the room and October gets a lot closer

Haunted houses

I don't know how to count in thousands, only millions

Now tell your friends I'm not the villain

Send 'em to Lagos or Turks and Caicos

Barbados, Trinidad and Tobago

Never go the same places they go

Separate vacations

A far cry from when Drizzy had slept in the basement

I was never on the path to get into Cambridge

I mean, I was good at doin' math, but I'm better with language

Borderline dangerous, approach with caution

I plan to buy your most personal belongings when they up for auction

Man, truth be told, I think about it often

The petty king, the overseer of many things

I wish that I was playin' in a sport where we were gettin' rings

I wouldn't have space on either hand for anything

West Hollywood, know my presence is menacing

Cosa Nostra, shady dealings

Racketeering, the syndicate got they hand in plenty things

The things that we've done to protect the name are unsettling

But no regrets, though, the name'll echo

Years later, none greater

Death to a coward and a traitor, that's just in my nature, yeah

On The Radar (Freestyle) lyrics - Drake & Central Cee

[Drake:]

Yeah

On The Radar, 2023

6 G-O-D and my broski 2C

You know what it is

It's a madness and badness, combination

Yeah

Ayy, grr

On Morningside, got no stick in the ride

If I take flicks with the guys, I gotta put emojis over like three faces 'cause the feds can't see those eyes

People I shouldn't be beside

When I was an actor, they would go Stratford just to sell food on Bieber's side

Plenty reasons why I'm this way, my girl, that's just one reason why

Seen you around at Sotto, enough man, baby, you love on some eediat guys

Obedient guys, jokers and comedian guys

You know I'm like 6'2" in the right shoe, love, but you love on some medium guys

I wanna keep you on the beach 'til 6 A.M., so you see sunrise

Seen you from the stage in the one hundreds seats, must be eagle eyes

Pressin' against me, thinkin' 'bout entry, know you could tell it's a decent size

You wanna know the real me, girl, say you wanna see deep inside

If Chubbs has on a Chanel side bag, you don't wanna see him reach inside

'Cah we know some demon guys with jealous and evil eyes

You know that's how Jesus died, you know that's how Julius Caesar died

I bet they were decent guys, I swear they remind me of me sometimes

I'm tryna be under your breasts like peas and rice, you never get treated nice

Fool you once, that's fine, but you look dumb if you let them repeat it twice

Two hundred mill' on the table, I hope I'm able to get this agreement signed

Told you I needed time, but really the truth is I don't believe in time

Feel like I been here over a thousand years like since the medieval times

And I'm still just a cutthroat king even though this is recent times

A man might dead that we're beefing with, but we don't do grieving time

Fuck teasing time, if I cum inside you, it's breeding time

So much for idols, KMT with the eye roll

Knew that I made it when I had drivers holding my last name up in arrivals

Cench might need vaccine when he see how this vid' start going viral

If Lita's there, then the mash is there with grains in there like silos

The morning rain clouds up my window, I swear I feel like Dido

J-A-U-M, how it looks when man put you in a jam like typos

Negotiation, ask her for twenty percent of the company, that's my final

Realistic, the shit might N15 like I'm going through Tottenham High Road

If it's beef, I'll get that shaved for bread and grease like I'm making giros, or I'm making gyros

So much for all these heroes

The numbers are good with me as long as it's comma then zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero

Pass me a glass of the vino

If a girl try take my Rolex to buy some Valentino

I tell Baby M what she did to the kid, then I line her like emo

She didn't rock my clothing line when we had one shirt to go with the jeans though

Now man like me and Clint can afford those whips like Gran Torino

Grr

[Central Cee:]

Crocodile tears, she ain't even crying

Why you swearing to God? You don't even believe in Christ

What you sayin' wallahi for? You ain't been on your din, you've been eating swine, nah

I ain't the man of your dreams, now you wish that you stayed with your previous guy

It used to be 3.5s, now I can sell out the O2 arena twice

Don't ask what the fee looks like

Don't believe all the media hype, like eighty percent of these people lyin'

Who can I ask when I need advice?

I gotta work hard, it's me who provides

Email YBeeez for the feature, look, what goes up must come down so when you're in the air, prepare for the landin'

I did everything that I could for my hood, so how do they say I don't care for the mandem?

Crib so big I might get out of breath if I walk too quick up the stairs in the mansion

They weren't there for the action

Tryna round up three hundred Spartans, we going to war but we ain't in Athens

Everything won't go to plan, that's not how it goes, I'm afraid shit happens

Rap boy on a footballer's wage, I'm on the same pay as the players at Dallas

What's making the haters jealous? I'm thinking the AP's eighteen karats

They call me my government name in Harrods (Uh)

This one ratchet, don't even know who her baby dad is (Nah)

If I cum inside, then I won't leave 'til I see her take the tablet (Nah)

He mention my name 'cause he wanted some fame and he ain't established (Huh)

Alright, you know the verse gon' hit when you hear that adlib

Come a long way, I was sellin' them opium on my lonely, but I'm not Ken Carson

I'm a hood, red hot, red dot on my head, in my hood, I'm a target

So driver, stay in the whip while I jump out quick, don't park it

I can lean out the window and horn it, I'm on the same pay as the players at Charlotte

Big fish in this thing, no armbands like a back stroke how I swim in that shark tank

Drop me in the jungle, tree-to-tree, start swingin' like Tarzan

Twenty-four inch on the rims on the Benz, I'm doing donuts and skidding on tarmac (Huh)

Sick of these high-rise buildings, flip the script, now I'm living on farmland (Huh)

[Drake:]

Hmm, grr

Alright

[Drake & Central Cee:]

Alright

(Hahaha)

Only You Freestyle lyrics - Headie One & Drake

[Drake:]

(M1OnTheBeat)

Woi, yes

(M1OnTheBeat)

Yes, woi

Again and again, again and again, yeah

Yo, Chubbs might jam this yute for a chain

And give it to a sweet one, called that Maya Jama

Givin' out gifts like Santa, sippin' on Sanna

I used to do lean and wok

Closet filled up with designer, comin' like Panda, Panda

Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel

She never heard Drill in Atlanta

Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like Hamza

Habibti please, أنا أكيد، إنت وأنا أحلى

With Pop Skull in Gaza but not that Gaza, but still it's a mazza

Niggas want a piece like cassava

But we let bridge dem burn like Grabba

Woi, four in the cliz and one in the headie

Hand no shake, man, hold that steady

Ya man love pose with the ting for the picture

You man shoulda buss that ting already

Ya man love Hezi Hezi

Yeah, can't back chat to the Prezi

You know when the beef just taste like veggie?

Gyal go ritz for the mani, pedi

CC bag looks nice but the Birkin bag look way more heavy

That's just a big gyal ting, man, you get me?

Raemi just turned mommy and that's my sis so I just turn Abti

Fan mail came to the crib from a yute that loves me

I swear that touch me

I never even drive no whips I own so they all look way too dusty

If me and Gallest go St. Michael

The gyal come way too fussy, crushy

Man said they would do this and that

But the man weren't really that wassy, was he?

Nah, nah, nah, the man weren't really that what?

1-9-4-2, hits my system, man get way too frosty, buzzy

Girls from the past that lost me, love me

Same ones there that crossed me, cuss me

Everything come full circle, word to the boss above me

Slow stroking 'cause the bamski way too big

My gyal don't rush me

Woi, don't make me have to rise my rifle

Man try send some young boys for me

Don't make me have to ride by high school

Shit you man been droppin' lately

Don't make me have to fly my iTunes

So much people buy into my hype

Don't make me have to buy my hype too

Dealt with the big homie already

Don't make me have to side-by-side you

Nuff times he tried to hide behind you

Amnesia but when I remind you

I'm touchin' road and I can't find you

Word to the M-O-B, I'm tied to

I'm givin' up when I decide too, gee

[Headie One:]

One

(OFB, OFB)

Suh, suh

Suh, suh, suh (One), suh, suh, suh

Oh, how we hate leggies (Suh, suh)

How much points have the gang got? Many (One)

Didn't ever have to rise that dots

It was just under my bed and ready (Turn)

Bro bro chinged up a opp boy

I swear he got chinged already? (They told me turn, uh)

That next one thought he was boss

Then he got shot, Nathan Tettey (They told me turn)

Got this bad B on Henny (Turn, turn)

My next one from yard love reggae (Shawty)

We dishin' out store and telly

Then we in France running out Trezeguet (One)

She look sexy, sippin' on Henny

If it feels good, I'ma pass the penny (Suh, suh, suh, suh, suh)

She give headie, headie

My tracksuit Louis, now covered in Fenty

Used to put light in the cling

And it still didn't stop it, smellin' like petty (Turn)

Got the dark in the blue, then we put it in the red

(Turn, turn, turn, turn) Balotelli

Them times it was M way (What?)

I mean M way, T house, M way (Huh?)

North Penty, up top Penty (Huh?)

Bentley, Range, then Bentley (One)

Have you ever had your pockets empty? (Turn)

But still found the bread to afford a trenton (Turn, turn, turn)

Six litres flying through Epsom (Turn, turn, turn)

I swear I've seen life from both perspectives (They told me turn, uh)

That spot so far upsuh, en-route, got no connection (Told me turn)

I done run through so much Scottish notes

Couldn't care 'bout no recessions (One)

Still get one jail call from Boogie

Judge gave him twenty years straight, it moved me

CPS murder in the dock like Rupert

'Cah lil' bro went and dun him so ruthless (Suh, suh, suh, suh)

Got this cutie, she half Cuban

Probably why she like playin' with the Cuban (Turn)

Says she like chillin' with the ooters, booters

Eating uptown all suited booted, booted, booted

(Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn)

They wasn't with us when the jeans were bootleg

Putting that work, we ain't never been spoon-fed (Turn)

Comin' for the jungle, you know where the zoo is (They told me turn, uh)

.44 or the .32 auto bells, it's a toothpick (Told me turn)

No rap cap we just speak what the truth is (Told me turn, uh)

Lord forgive them, they don't know what they're doing (Told me turn)

Shotgun, open the hatch, I put two in

Still ain't forgot how it feels to be losin'

They thought it was permanent, found it amusin'

All this drip on me like I'm canoein'

Time just flyin' (Huh)

I'm just tryna do the slide ting to my juvies, juvies

So the beef is fryin'

They tryna stop slidin', Toosie, Toosie

(One)

(Suh, suh)