1. Swampland
3. N.O.
4. MADD
5. Faster
6. Godspeed
0 Swampland
Category: Lyrics
0 MADD
MADD Lyrics
[Hook]
Ooooo, I think they mad now (yeah)
I know they mad now
Oooo, We came up I know they mad now
Ooooo, I think they mad now x2 (yeah)
I know they mad now
Oooo, We came up I know they mad now
Ooooo, I think they mad now
[Verse 1]
Shout out to the gang, bangin like Bron in the paint
You betta guard your face,
Came a long way, gotta long way to go
I need mo money like the Waynes
RIP Ball, I ain’t worried bout y’all
How could I, when I got my own lane
Mama always told me “Lil nigga do you, they gon’ always have somethin’ to say”
Brand new hundreds for the safe, brand new Bape for the rain
Whole lotta kush for the stress, so you know a nigga never pressed
Shout out to my niggas, and my niggas only
I’m my brother’s keeper, all we got is us
Shout to my niggas, and my niggas only
No handouts got it from the mud
Late nights, early mornings
Puttin’ in that work, over overtime
Motivated, dedicated, pistol to your face give me what’s mine
This my world, you just livin’ in it nigga
Fall off in the spot, pretty bitches takin’ pictures
Jealous niggas mad and I know they wanna hit us
But I’m rollin’ with some hittas, so they might as well forget it
I’m a beast
[Hook]
Ooooo, I think they mad now (yeah)
I know they mad now
Oooo, We came up I know they mad now
Ooooo, I think they mad now
Ooooo, they mad now
Brand new hundreds for the safe, brand new Bape for the rain
Whole lotta kush for the stress, so you know a nigga never pressed
Brand new hundreds for the safe, brand new Bape for the rain
Whole lotta kush for the stress, so you know a nigga never pressed
[Verse 2]
Turn this shit up, roll up that weed
I like it real loud, I’m aviated
Ain’t no comin’ down, there no comin’ down
Too much for these niggas, three much for these hoes
Wayne taught me that
Too much for these niggas, three much for these hoes
and not enough cash
Turn this shit up, roll up that weed
I like it real loud, I’m aviated
Ain’t no comin’ down, there no comin’ down
Too much for these niggas, three much for these hoes
Wayne taught me that
Too much for these niggas, three much for these hoes
and not enough cash
You say I ain’t blessed
Nigga don’t make me laugh
See I got enough, but enough ain’t enough
I want me some mo just like Metro
Foot on the pedal,
Straight to the cash,
I know that they mad
[Hook]
Ooooo, I think they mad now (yeah)
I know they mad now
Oooo, We came up I know they mad now
Ooooo, I think they mad now
Ooooo, they mad now
Brand new hundreds for the safe, brand new rate for the rent?
Whole lotta kush for the stress, that’s how you know a nigga never press
Brand new hundreds for the safe, brand new rate for the rent?
Whole lotta kush for the stress, that’s how you know a nigga never press
I think they mad now,
I know they mad now
0 Faster
Faster Lyrics
I pray I don’t crash x2
I been livin’ fast x2
I pray I don’t crash x2
aye, aye
I been livin’ fast
I pray I don’t crash
How could I slow down?
Ain’t no slowin’ down
I been livin’ fast
I pray I don’t crash
How could I slow down
Ain’t no slowin’ down
I been state to state
I been on the road
Fuckin’ with them hoes
I gotta keep it real
Different night, different face
I don’t know her name, All we did was came
I’m livin’ fast, I pray I don’t crash
How could I slow down?
Ain’t no slowin’ down
I seen it all before
When you at the top, aint no lookin’ down
Can’t wait til you fall, they all watchin now
All my real niggas still my real niggas
All my bad bitches still down wit it
Circle getting smaller name getting bigger
Bunch of fake niggas wanna take pictures
I been livin’ fast
Hopin’ I don’t crash
Seen it all before
How could I slow down?
I been goin’
I pray I don’t crash
I been livin’ fast
Hopin’ I don’t crash
I seen it all before
When you at the top, aint no lookin’ down
Can’t wait til you fall, they all watchin now
All my real niggas still
All my bad bitches still
0 N.O.
N.O. Lyrics
[Hook]
You out there chasin’ all that cash, huh (cash huh)
Woedieson
You got them boys on your ass, huh (your ass huh)
Woedieson
Can’t stop fuckin’ with them freaks, huh (freaks huh)
Woedieson
You the man in them streets huh (street huh)
Woedieson
Woedie huh, Woedie wassup x4
[Verse 1]
I think I’m bouta platinum out my teeth huh (young merci)
then make your hoe my hoe, just for the week (just for the week) huh
And when she hear my songs, her knees get weak huh (for real)
I fuck her good to that SWV, huh
Paper chaser, I’m a paper chaser (paper chaser)
I rather save that money, you’d rather save her (rather save her)
No room on my schedule while we work (while we work)
So miss me with that cuffin’ shit, you thirst
Woah Kimosabi, big ballin’ is my hobby
10 freaky yalies they waitin’ in the lobby
Tezo DiBiase Hustlin’ these flows
I got it for the low, just let your woedie know
[Hook]
Woedies, Woedies huh, Woedies wassup x4
You out there chasin’ all that cash, huh (cash huh)
Woedies
You got them boys on your ass, huh (your ass huh)
Woedies
Can’t stop fuckin’ with them freaks, huh (freaks huh)
Woedies
You the man in them streets huh (streets huh)
Woedies
[Verse 2]
Hammer in my hammer pants, better not touch me nigga
they say bands make her dance, I spend nothin’ with ‘em
M O E, woedie son, cause I need mine
Smokin’ like a fuckin’ hippie, throwin’ peace signs (we chiefin’)
I do what you can’t, my nigga I’m great (my nigga I’m good)
In my own lane, Stay the fuck out my way
One time for my niggas
I love all my woes (love all my woes, one time)
I keep this shit G gotta stick to the code
Woah Kimosabi, big ballin’ is my hobby
10 freaky yalies they waitin’ in the lobby
Tezo DiBiase Hustlin’ these flows
I got it for the low, just let your woedie know
[Hook]
Woedies, Woedies huh, Woedies wassup x4
You out there chasin’ all that cash, huh (cash huh)
Woedies
You got them boys on your ass, huh (your ass huh)
Woedies
Can’t stop fuckin’ with them freaks, huh (freaks huh)
Woedies
You the man in them streets huh (streets huh)
Woedies
Woedies x5
0 Godspeed
Godspeed Lyrics
Crazy x4
I go through changes
Changes x3
New day, same shit
Same cock, new lips
Trynna cop that new Benz
Wood grain wheel, no motha fuckin’ tint
Started at the bottom, still at the bottom
Not for long, I’m almost gone nigga
Young 2 3, I’m in my zone nigga
Ten toes down, I’m on my own nigga
Drunk in the club, spillin’ champagne
Grabbin’ her ass, don’t know her name
Prayin’ this shit’ll never change
You know that things don’t stay the same
Big dreams, new money, same niggas
Clique rugged, fuck wit us
Death wishes, had a Mrs.
Went missin’, she wasn’t wit it
She needed love, I need a mil, I’m trynna get it
Lookin’ my father in the eyes
Like how the hell you wasn’t ‘round
I’m 22 years old now, and now you trynna help out
What the hell is this about?
Said fuck it, shook his hand, hit the Dutch
Let bygones be bygones and such and such
Deep down, I wanna hit him wit uppercuts
I forgive, never forget, you know what’s up
Sweatin’ in the kitchen, daydreamin’ bout the hundreds
Workin’ at Pizzazz, cuttin’ pizzas won’t cut it
I need a bigger budget, couple Gucci buckets
Expensive ass luggage, pay a nigga just to tug it
On top of the roof, lookin’ down on you bitches
Mama told me to kill it, I hopped off of the building
Landed right on you niggas, crushin’ all competition
It’s my time boy, I feel it, so fuck your thoughts and opinions
Run up on me, you catchin’ damage
I’m packin’ that heavy cannon, 45 automatic I blow him to Alabama
Shoot him to smithereens, I grew up around them fiends
Heroin, homicide, Daytons, and triple beams
Hang with a couple niggas, I can’t fuck with sucka niggas
Worst than a groupie hoe always want something from a nigga
Same old shit, different day
Haters still hatin’ me, yo bitch still checkin’ on me, talk of the city
Crazy x4
I go through changes
Changes x3
Crazy
I go through changes
Changes
Crazy x2
I go through changes
Changes
Crazy x4
I go through changes
Changes x3
Crazy
I go through changes
Changes
0 Swampland
SWAMPLAND
Swamp, Swamp
Uh huh
[Hook]
Down in the Land, Niggas servin’
Feds lurkin’, It’s all bad
Niggas totin’, Fiends smoking’
Dice game
Trey 4
[Verse 1]
My city full of them hustlas
Niggas throw bricks at the pin for them bands
Fuck Uncle Sam, That’s hand to hand
They got what you need, Come again
I came from nothin’ and flipped it like Omelettes
took too many loses, I need me a profit
Cut a hoe off, get a new one tomorrow
I am so careless, hakuna matata
hakuna matat
Know some gorillas, banana clips wit it
like my nigga tunechi, I need a milli, a milli, a milli
Bitches on bitches
And bottles on bottles
Bells on Bells
Come at me satin’, I give ‘em hell
Tell ‘em lace up, that’s word to Kells
That’s word to Kells
Uh huh
Tezo, Tezo
[Hook]
Down in the Land, Niggas servin’
Feds lurkin’, It’s all bad
Niggas totin’, Fiends smokin’
Dice game
Trey 4
Swamp Nigga, uh (x3)
Swamp, uh, uh
Swamp Nigga, uh (x3)
Swamp, uh
[Verse 2]
Where I come from, ain’t shit sweet
No showin’ your teeth, they might think you weak, uh
Life on the line, I’m playin’ for keeps
My family first, got mouths to feed
A mil a piece, we gotta eat
Bon appetit, (bon appetit)
When I start stressin’, I roll up that weed
Call up a freak that do what I please
She got more bitches than me, they gon’ take turns with the D
Fuck ‘em then put ‘em to sleep
Thought I was fresh out the bink
[Hook]
Down in the Land, Niggas servin’
Feds lurkin’, It’s all bad
Niggas totin’, Fiends smokin’
Dice game
Tray 4
Swamp Nigga, (swamp nigga) x3
Swamp (swamp, swamp nigga)
Swamp Nigga (x3)
Swamp
0 Paper Soldiers
Paper Soldiers Lyrics
I don’t want relations
I just want the paper (x2)
I am so awesome
Shout out to Glizzy
I’m throwed like a Frisbee
I want cash money,
I just want the paper (x2)
I am so awesome
Shout out to Glizzy
I’m throwed like a Frisbee
I want cash money,
Like Drizzy and Weezy
You gotta believe me
You better believe it,
You better believe it
I want the money x2
Fell asleep with a dream
You gotta believe me
You better believe it,
You better believe it
I want the money x2
Fell asleep with a dream
Woke up with a check
That bitch she thirsty
Breakin’ her neck, I fucked her real good
I didn’t break a sweat
I came up from nothin’, nigga that’s a transition
How don’t you believe
That bitch she thirsty
Breakin’ her neck, I fucked her real good
I didn’t break a sweat
I came up from nothin’, nigga that’s a transition
How don’t you believe
You must pay attention
Watermelon boy, I still got pink 50s
That was back in ’09, I was Jaguar pushin
Niggas want money, these niggas want money but they don’t wanna work
These hoes they want it, these hoes they want it, but they don’t wanna ride
I see the lust in yo eyes, (I see that lust, girl)
It’s just me and my guys
Ju, that’s my brotha, brotha from anotha
Niggas talkin’ down
We just out here hustlin’
We ain’t even talkin’See it we just do it, (See it we just do it)
AVLS (AVLS), nigga join the movement
Ball Forever
That was back in ’09, I was Jaguar pushin
Niggas want money, these niggas want money but they don’t wanna work
These hoes they want it, these hoes they want it, but they don’t wanna ride
I see the lust in yo eyes, (I see that lust, girl)
It’s just me and my guys
Ju, that’s my brotha, brotha from anotha
Niggas talkin’ down
We just out here hustlin’
We ain’t even talkin’See it we just do it, (See it we just do it)
AVLS (AVLS), nigga join the movement
Ball Forever
I don’t want relations
I just want the paper (x2)
I am so awesome
Shout out to Glizzy
I’m throwed like a Frisbee
I want cash money,
I am so awesome
Shout out to Glizzy
I’m throwed like a Frisbee
I want cash money,
Like Drizzy and Weezy
You gotta believe me
You better believe it,
You better believe it
You gotta believe me
You better believe it,
You better believe it
1 Dope Lyrics
DOPE -Dub-O
Hahah
Hahaha
Whatcha know about it [Whatcha know about it whatcha know about it]
Dope [Dope dope]
Yall niggas ain’t smokin’
That dope I smoke be so loud [So loud]
Dope I smoke be so loud [So loud]
Dope I smoke be so loud [So loud]
Ay
[Verse 1]
This that dope sound, loud dope
Papers and shells for my loud dope
Still smokin’ that hydro
I got funk flex, it’s that loud dope
Loud dope
Might fuck a bitch off that loud dope
Pockets full of that loud dope
No molly hoe, it’s that loud dope
Whatcha know about it
In my city ridin round with that loud dope
Open doors that loud dope
Introduce the world to that loud dope
Dub-O, loud dope
No seeds in my loud dope
You can see it in my eyes nigga hella fried off that loud dope
Lemme tell you somethin
Must I remind you I be Hy For Dayz
And you can smell me from a block away
Spark a blunt when you see me
I’m on the side strip with a bad bitch, doped out in that Stevie
Ay
Whatcha know about it
[Whatcha know about it]
[Hook]
Man that dope I smoke be so loud
[So loud so loud]
That dope I smoke be so loud
[So loud so loud]
Man that dope I smoke be so loud
[So loud so loud]
That dope I smoke be so loud yeah
That dope I smoke be so loud
That dope I smoke be so loud [so loud]
That dope I smoke be so loud [so loud
That dope I smoke be so loud
Ay
[Verse 2]
I got the grams, but not that scale
It’s not for sale, it’s for myself
Drug dealer? No not me
Dope smoke, all I chief
Ay
Hol Up [Hol Up]
Please let me roll up
Gas smoke a make you throw up
I swear I got a pound a dope n I can show ya
Niggas say they dope is loud, I done heard it all
I shave an onion for nothin’, that’s everyday
I got a cocaine chick and she ready for play play
And a dope brown bitch waitin’ for a three way
Ay
Must I remind you I be Hy For Dayz [I do]
You can smell me from a block away
So pass blunt when you see me
I’m on the side strip with a bad bitch, doped out in that Stevie
Ay whatcha know about it
[Hook]
Man that dope I smoke be so loud
[So loud so loud]
That dope I smoke be so loud
[So loud so loud]
Man that dope I smoke be so loud
[So loud so loud]
That dope I smoke be so loud yeah
Man that dope I smoke be so loud
That dope I smoke be so loud
Man that dope I smoke be so loud
That dope I smoke be so loud yeah
DOPE
1 The Dub Edition Lyrics
1 We Made It Freestyle Lyrics
We Made It Freestyle x Dub-O
“The only thing I’m seeing I’d like to put an amend on
Perhaps a little more room here for the fixins know what I’m talkin about”
“Oh, we gon’ have a lot of fixins”
“We gonna have so many f*cking fixins up in this motherf*ckers”
“His shit gon’ go through the roof”
“Got damn I’m shittin’ gold these days”
We made it yeah
We made it
Let me take it up a notch
We made it
We made it
N*gga I made it
I ain’t fuck around wit y’all n*ggas
We made it yeah
We made it
Let me take it up a notch
We made it
We made it yeah
My n*ggas we made it.
Dub-O n*gga I made it.
We made it
[Verse]
Wit me it’s a privilege to kick it that Privé we sippins for back up 1738 keep it on deck n*gga Dub-O the turn up
I double that O put that g on the kush tell my grandaddy burn up
Like n*gga we made it yeah n*gga we made it to all of my n*ggas- We made it
N*ggas they hate it but look where it got em no where but the bottom the bottom I seen it the bottom I lived it I’m not going back to the bottom I promise
You that n*gga for now I’m that n*gga forever and ever
You was hittin her back then but I’m strokin her now because I do it better
Aye
Wildin at shows collecting my pay mother fuck all you bitches
Runnin your mouth you get hung like a motor I gotta mechanic to fix ya
I be chillin no worries I’m so out the way losin touch wit da hood
Comin back with the millions like oh what a feelin my n*gga we good
We made it
You ain’t got a clue who I am baby girl go do your research
DO it
You lookin at one of a kind face full of frost and she lovin my D-ssert
Ooooh
EST I’ll be screamin
19 wit 2 X’s
Go relay the message and tell em we flexin cuz n*gga we made it
“Seems like mother fuckers should be shuttin the hell up and enjoying the show”
Fuck that
Aye
We made it
We made it yeah
We made it
Woo
I be chillin no worries I’m so out the way losin touch with the hood
Comin back wit the millions like oh what a feeling my n*gga we good
We made it yeah
We made it
Woo
“God damn I’m shitting gold these days”
