(Kid Ink)

I said its kid ink baby

turn to the max like tj
body tagged up like the bottom of the free way
game don't like it ^!$$%s need to get a key made

run this %#@! it aint nothing but a relay
it ain't nothing you can tell us
bout to roll up kush sticky like elmer's

this ain't no how i act like summa
going head up with me bring a mother$#&@in helmet
you ^!$$%s just special ed

all i see is green but my eyes so red
and all i do is win got a room full of clouds
bout to take another shot but I'm used to the fouls

i ball it
you could take 2 to the mouth its illumni
throw it up 2 to the south

tell them deuces
just put 2 in the air
so sick said it must be the flu in the air

if you do it big then i prolly did it od
thought it was a dream but i aint never get no sleep
up all night gettin higher then the nose bleed

swear i was raised by beats like moblique
came from the bottom
rats in the roaches

now ^!$$%s blunts aint as fat as my roaches
bout to go HAM, ya n-ggas just kosher
I'ma shark in the water, see the fin then its over


(Meek Mill)


They were sleeping on me
Time for me to wake them up
Counting all these $#&@ing babies

till I get a paper cut
kill the competition
now ? then I make them up

Only time we Black and Yellow
when the caution tape is up
ha, that record dead

memory of
spitting that crack
this really is drugs

theres hate in the air
I ain't feeling the love
you like an irritating fly

I'm killing your buzzzzz
I'm eating the beat
this is pacman

I'm on the grind
like a mother$#&@ing lap dance
shorty gonn' do whatever

says shes a rap fan
Every ^!$$% round me
Robin, Batman

All black coupes
All black wheels
step out the line

ima show you how that mac feel
I'm like she ? in the corner of that backfield
? or get your mother$#&@ing cap pilled?

rolling and then swerving and ? through ur neighborhood
let my money do the talking
I aint gotta say Im good

Who is that
I ain't gotta say I would
riding like an engine (*##$

I ain't gotta say I'm hood
I tell a hoe to follow me
and swallow me

I be spending money
like I $#&@ing hit the lottery
If I ever hit your girl

then this is my apology
These suckas they be tripping
bout these (*##$es trynna body me

(Los)


I'm about to go over round my arm
lean a way that I could feel it now
tali round my head
Taliban knock the building down

High @@#! blocker
I'm a fly top shotter
In my all red rims
like a high top Prada
on my mommas mouth to the drama

and lies would be gripping from my lips
as I'm spitting that %#@! that Osama be gripping
hungry as a poverty stricken
robbery victim
where the rascals of waffles and chickens

win the lottery ticket
And your girl let me pop it in real life
I beat it like they locked me in a room
with the doctor that killed Mike
I feel like, put me in a field let the field lights
shine on the field now watch me kill all the field mice

I'm anthrax you tampax
I'm about to go Amtrax
Jack Black black Jack
got the track saran wrap
stand back I'm slamming an antagonist
slapping you !@$)gots putting the can in a bandwagon
swag of the century, mack and the bench of three

I hear it was nothing trying to crack it eventually
rappers they mention me
boy I put this on my mother
you'll end up interscope
Im jus trynna warner brother
still getting cheescake on these dummies
deal or no deal i got a briefcase full of money

Jahlil on the beat, Will hosting this %#@!
and its T-Lanez, Ink, Meek, and Los in this (*##$

(Tory Lanez)