Cardi B
Your bitch wanna party with Cardi
Cartier Bardi in a ‘Rari
Diamonds all over my body
Shinin’ all over my body
Cardi got your bitch on molly
Bitch, you ain’t gang, you lame
Bentley truck lane to lane, blow out the brain
I go insane, insane
I drop a check on the chain
Fck up a check in the plane

21 Savage
Your bitch wanna party with a Savage
Saint Laurent Savage in an Aston
High end cars and fashion
I don’t eat pussy, I’m fastin’
I’m a Blood, my brother Crippin’
Bitch, I’m drippin’, hoe, you trippin’
Told the waitress, I ain’t tippin’
I like hot sauce on my chicken

*Music is from the song “Bartier Cardi” by Cardi B ft. 21 Savage. No copyright infringement intended.

A Boogie
I’m drownin’
I’m drownin’
I’m drownin’
I’m drownin’

We went from chillin’ in the projects to makin’ projects
We was tryna get to the top, and they tried to stop us
I talk for myself, bitch I don’t need no fcking voucher
She looked at my wrist and she looked at a hundred thousand

Kodak Black
Harley Davidson every day, I’m ridin’ with the chopper
They hatin’, I know they don’t wanna see a nigga prosper
I ain’t doing trims, I’m in the cut like I’m a barber
She call me daddy, but I ain’t her motherfcking father

A Boogie
Wrist so icy, wonder why she like me, bitch I’m drownin’
In water, I just bought a Cuban, dipped it in a fountain
Every where that I go it’s a light show, I’m surrounded
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down, bitch I’m drownin’

*Music is from the song “Drowning” by A Boogie & Kodak Black. Property of Atlantic Records © 2017. No copyright infringement intended.

“I got no home so I give no fcks
What you know about that?
You can keep your hopes and dreams, sucka
I’m just hopin’ to smoke some crack…
Sht, I think I broke my back”

“All eyes on me…
But you know what?
I bet you got it twisted you don’t know who to trust
So many player hatin’ nggas tryin’ to sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don’t think they knowin’
Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin’
Well are you still down ngga? Holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
I got a caravan of nggas every time we ride
Hittin’ motherfckers up when we pass by
Until I die…

Hook
“Live the life of a thug ngga, until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player ’cause even gettin’ high”
All eyes on me
“Live the life of a thug ngga, until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player, ’cause even gettin’ high”

*Music is from the song “All Eyez On Me” by 2Pac, off his fourth studio album, All Eyez On Me. Property of Death Row Records © 1996. No copyright infringement intended.

“LeBron James ain’t a King, Bron Bron is a bitch
I used to beat his ass all the time as a kid
He was such a disgrace…
I would slam dunk on him and shove my nuts in his face!”

“I don’t really care if you cry
On the real you should’ve never lied
Should’ve saw the way she looked me in my eyes
She said, “Baby, I am not afraid to die”
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead”

*Music is from the song “XO TOUR Llif3” by Lil Uzi Vert, produced by TM88. Property of Lil Uzi Vert © 2017. No copyright infringement intended.

“With the summer comin’ everyone is gettin’ they body ready
I’ma do the opposite and eat a pot of spaghetti
A lotta peanut butter and jelly
I ain’t tryin’ to slim down, I’m tryin’ to widen my belly
Don’t need a fckin’ barbell, I got bars myself
That carry mad weight so I gotta be heavy
And I promise ya, B, that when I look like a blob on the beach
Your broad will be slobbin’ my meat”

“From the depths of the sea, back to the block
Snoop Doggy Dogg, funky as the, the, The D.O.C
Went solo on that ass, but it’s still the same
Long Beach is the spot where I serve my ‘caine’
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don’t lose your grip
Nine-trizzay’s the yizzear for me to fck up sht
So I ain’t holdin’ nuttin’ back
And motherfcker, I got five on that twenty sack
It’s like that and as a matter of fact (rat-tat-tat-tat)
Cuz I never hesitate to put a ngga on his back
Yeah, so peep out the manuscript
You see that it’s a must we drop gangsta sht
What’s my motherfckin’ name?”

Hook
“Snoop Doggy Dogg
Snoop Doggy Dogg (the bomb)
Dah dah dah dah, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey, dah dah”

*Music is from the song “Who Am I (What’s My Name)?” by Snoop Dogg, off his debut album, Doggystyle. Property of Death Row Records © 1993. No copyright infringement intended.

“I don’t drive a car I drive a golden tank
Don’t got a bank account, sht, I own the bank
I got money comin’ out my derrière
You should handle with care cause it’s known to stink”

“I’m G for Guido… at the beach
With an Italian sausage tucked into a fckin’ speedo
I know you think I’m soft but I swear to God
My hair’s so hard it’ll chop your finger off”

“A cartoon with bars, the first of its kind
About to spit the greatest verse of all time
Don’t be fooled, just because I’m short and stout
With a little pot, this is not a nursery rhyme
This is some grown man sht
Beatin’ ass, takin’ names, up to my old antics
And before I embarrass ya, I’ll send you some flowers
Cause I’m a romantic
I’m so damn sick… it’s outrageous
You better check your chick it’s contagious
I don’t mean to be the bearer of bad news
I’m just bein’ me and I’m a very bad dude
Which usually means that I’m gettin’ the bad girls
You know the ones, the love givin’ some head girls
And if your lady happens to join the ranks
What you want me to say, B, thanks?”

“I’m a frat bro, in a frat so
I got a pink polo and a backwards hat, yo
And with my red solo, I’ll beat you in some flip cup
Then I’ll take my flip flop off and smack you”

“Every day of the week I’m takin’ a seat
At my computer in my room and I’m makin’ a beat
Smokin’ buddha… and occasionally
I’m lookin’ left, lookin’ right and I’m spankin’ my meat”

“Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer, motherfcker say your prayers
Who you think you’re dealin’ with?
Anybody step into my path is fckin’ feelin’ it!”

*From the song “Dead Wrong” by The Notorious B.I.G., off his third album, Born Again. Biggie’s vocals and lyrics are property of Bad Boy Records © 1999. No copyright infringement intended.

“You don’t wanna mess with this, I’m reckless
I’ll cut your arms off and rock that sht as a necklace
I’ll chop off your legs, then eat ‘em both
With some sausage and eggs and grits for breakfast”

“Don’t be surprised when I ask if you like ass to mouth
What’d you expect girl, you’re sittin’ on my casting couch
And if you don’t plan on givin’ any head today
Get the hell outta here and take your resume”

“I spit flows
Whichever way the motherfckin’ wind blows
I got a big mouth and a big nose
And a big ass flacid dick, ask your chick
Ask your Sister, ask your Momma
Ask your Grandma, ask your Aunt Jemima
Squirtin’ my syrup all over their faces
Golden frozen ropes all over their places
Ugh, yeah I know it’s disgustin’
When I flow it’s like spontaneous combustion
I can’t help what comes out when I hear the percussion
But I can guarantee you gimme a beat, I’ll crush it
So please forgive me
Please ask your girl to get on her knees and blow me
No drama, you can keep the beef and balogone
And take the guns too, just leave the cannoli”

“Chillin’ in the car with my boys on a blunt ride
Indica, sativa, I’m dumb high
And I’m drivin’ slowly
Ridin’ low because my tire’s holey
(But we don’t give a fck!)
I do not give a damn
All I care about is the blunt in my hand
All I care about is rhymin’ on a beat
And drivin’ down the street, yellin’ fck the police!!!”

“I sing the hooks, I sing the hooks
“I sing the hooooooks, I sing the hooks”

“New Year, new me… new beginnings
I got some resolutions but who am I kiddin’?
I ain’t doin’ sht differently this year from last
Except become an even bigger, fatter, lazy ass”

“This scumbag Santa Claus owes me a present
Been askin’ for a bicycle since I was like seven
But that jolly piece of sht did not come through
Only gifts I ever got were socks and shoes
What the fck?! But this Christmas Eve
You’ll find me with some cookies by the Christmas Tree
Waitin’ for Saint Nick to fart out the chimney
Then fckin’ rip his heart out, fatality!”

“I’m not braggin’ but I got so much money
I use hundos as snot rags when my nose is runny”

“Momma says I shouldn’t curse but I ain’t givin’ a fck
Shut up I need a titty to suck
And if you’re not showin’ a tit, I’m throwin’ a fit
And throwin’ up all over my crib”

“Ayo Donald Trump… I gotta dump
So I’ma swipe your hairpiece so I can wipe my ass checks”

“I drop a deuce cause I ate some chocolate mousse
And went ham on some green eggs, Dr. Seuss”

“It’s Thanksgiving and I’m crushin’ everything at the table
Some turkey, stuffing, even my Aunt Mabel
I told my Uncle Ray don’t get in my fckin’ way, bro
Now I’m dippin’ him in some gravy and mashed potato”

“A lotta trick or treatin’ goin’ down
But if I see a clown I’ma beat him to the ground
Whip out my claws like I was Wolverine
Then chop off his balls yellin’ Happy Halloween!”

“Started from the bottom and I’m still at the bottom
Matter fact I’m actually lower than when I started”

“Rough Sketchz… Rough around the damn edges
Servin’ up a couple bloody knuckle sandwiches”

“Spittin’ four bars straight
So hard, so complex, call me mister carbohydrate
So cold, make you wanna go ice skate
While I flow once more just for old times’ sake”

“I need some coffee, I’m feinin’ for caffeine
Fck a Venti, gimme a whole bean IV”

“The chick I’m sextin’ texts me emojis
I don’t want a smiley face, I want a blow J”

“Every night of the week I hit the sheets
With a fine lookin’ honey, and sleep on a pile of money”

“Rest in peace my man, 2Pac… Even though I know you’re
Not dead cause we was chillin’ last weekend in Cuba”

“Spittin’ some bars, on a mission to Mars
Tryin’ to find a sexy alien to tickle my balls”