XXL, Lil Durk, Ty Dolla $ign, Rich Homie Quan - XXL Freshmen 2014 Cypher - Part 2 lyrics
Lil Durk [Durk Derrick Banks] Smurk [Chicago, Illinois, U.S.] 🇺🇸
Ty Dolla $ign [Tyrone William Griffin Jr.] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Rich Homie Quan [Dequantes Devontay Lamar] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[XXL, Lil Durk, Ty Dolla $ign, Rich Homie Quan - XXL Freshmen 2014 Cypher - Part 2 lyrics]
I remember at first everybody
Was sleeping on me i tried to wake 'em up
But they still went Tempur-Pedic on me
My nigga milli is to free the homie
How the fuck can I go to jail
With all these baby Jesus' on me?
Reefer on me, visa on me, 40 on me
Money on me bitches on me
Niggas lonely cause I got they ho now
Wait a minute, slow now roll that
Four cars deep and switching lanes on 'em
Color coded paint on 'em, fuck it
Go insane on 'em
All white bucket interior look like cocaine
Homie bitches ain't fucking for free if you
Met 'em at the flame, homie
Damon Wayan shame on 'em
I ain't lift a weight, but pounds gain on 'em
My number still the same, homie
If you want no thing from me
You can still get it for the same number
Or cheaper because you know
A nigga been check
Up, bitches are the only thing I'm benchpress
Girl, bust it open for 'em, real one
(yeah, squa')
Take it to the floor like I spilled some
(Skrr, skrr)
Pick it up for me real slow (Hey)
I can tell that you’re a pro (Hey hey)
Dollar $ign from LA, this a freestyle
(Freestyle, esskeetit)
Just look at my outfit, I’m the shit
I ain’t even rhyme, I don’t give a shit
(Give a shit)
Me and Rich Homie, man, we been the shit
(Hey) caught my nigga Durk in Chicago
My young nigga got all the hoes
My nigga Drama up in ATL (ATL)
Everywhere I go you smell that weed smell
(Weed nigga)
Taylor Gang Pushaz Ink and you negro (Negro)
Aye, you hear me on the stereo
Your bitch see me on that video (For real)
And I bet she gon’ go
Got a girl, gon’ go
I said got a girl, we gon’ go
We got a girl, gon’ go
These niggas is bitches
Getting info from bitches
Go and tell it to the piggies
I'm trying to get riches
And stand on that business
Free bro niggas stitching my kings
I was over and you lucky one penny
I put two in his lemon
This 4-5 lemon, extended clip for his niggas
He ain’t shit to his niggas
We don't hesitate
From Quan to Ty, opps ain't never safe
Roll out the Glocks and we real with the apes
Blue jewel on the opps, no clue as he dies
ACG free the guys shirt
Don’t fuck with the rock
I’m on the block, hoping my tape don’t flop
And it go gold when it drop
I’m not a liar, stuck T in them baggies
And we risking indictment trying to get flyer
Been to first class ticket and
United 300 to Riot murder, murder, kill kill
In a jam I never squeal
Label only time I deal
I fuck with G’s, B’s, Mos, Kings, Snakes
Fo’s and other niggas of the mill
Nigga, you don’t know how hunger feel
Treating about a hundred mill on
The corner with hundred pills got the money
Took them 20 years
And they still doing 20 years
And they ain’t ever seeing 20 years
Shoutout to XXL, ayy shoutout to XXL
Shoutout to XXL, ayy shoutout to XXL
Was sleeping on me i tried to wake 'em up
But they still went Tempur-Pedic on me
My nigga milli is to free the homie
How the fuck can I go to jail
With all these baby Jesus' on me?
Reefer on me, visa on me, 40 on me
Money on me bitches on me
Niggas lonely cause I got they ho now
Wait a minute, slow now roll that
Four cars deep and switching lanes on 'em
Color coded paint on 'em, fuck it
Go insane on 'em
All white bucket interior look like cocaine
Homie bitches ain't fucking for free if you
Met 'em at the flame, homie
Damon Wayan shame on 'em
I ain't lift a weight, but pounds gain on 'em
My number still the same, homie
If you want no thing from me
You can still get it for the same number
Or cheaper because you know
A nigga been check
Up, bitches are the only thing I'm benchpress
Girl, bust it open for 'em, real one
(yeah, squa')
Take it to the floor like I spilled some
(Skrr, skrr)
Pick it up for me real slow (Hey)
I can tell that you’re a pro (Hey hey)
Dollar $ign from LA, this a freestyle
(Freestyle, esskeetit)
Just look at my outfit, I’m the shit
I ain’t even rhyme, I don’t give a shit
(Give a shit)
Me and Rich Homie, man, we been the shit
(Hey) caught my nigga Durk in Chicago
My young nigga got all the hoes
My nigga Drama up in ATL (ATL)
Everywhere I go you smell that weed smell
(Weed nigga)
Taylor Gang Pushaz Ink and you negro (Negro)
Aye, you hear me on the stereo
Your bitch see me on that video (For real)
And I bet she gon’ go
Got a girl, gon’ go
I said got a girl, we gon’ go
We got a girl, gon’ go
These niggas is bitches
Getting info from bitches
Go and tell it to the piggies
I'm trying to get riches
And stand on that business
Free bro niggas stitching my kings
I was over and you lucky one penny
I put two in his lemon
This 4-5 lemon, extended clip for his niggas
He ain’t shit to his niggas
We don't hesitate
From Quan to Ty, opps ain't never safe
Roll out the Glocks and we real with the apes
Blue jewel on the opps, no clue as he dies
ACG free the guys shirt
Don’t fuck with the rock
I’m on the block, hoping my tape don’t flop
And it go gold when it drop
I’m not a liar, stuck T in them baggies
And we risking indictment trying to get flyer
Been to first class ticket and
United 300 to Riot murder, murder, kill kill
In a jam I never squeal
Label only time I deal
I fuck with G’s, B’s, Mos, Kings, Snakes
Fo’s and other niggas of the mill
Nigga, you don’t know how hunger feel
Treating about a hundred mill on
The corner with hundred pills got the money
Took them 20 years
And they still doing 20 years
And they ain’t ever seeing 20 years
Shoutout to XXL, ayy shoutout to XXL
Shoutout to XXL, ayy shoutout to XXL