Go Yayo – Jedediah Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, let’s get it

[Verse]
Masked up, I’m strapped up, gat tucked
He try to up it, he get a rack stuck
Get a sack up or you dumb ass gettin’ wrapped up
Chopper hit him, now that nigga need back-up
I’m the demon, every day I be schemin’
Run with your sack, Willie Beamen
You kissin’ that bitch, she eat semen all day to the weekend
He talk like he tough, he don’t mean it
Addicted to Perc’, I be fiendin’, Hi-Tech, I be leanin’
Sip straight out the bottle, I’m goin’ full throttle
They tell me to quit, I think I got a problem
They tell me to quit, I think I got a problem with sippin’
OG 93, I’m geeked, bitch I’m lifted
RIP Granny, she told me I’m gifted
Get rich or die tryin’ like 50
Addicted to trappin’, can’t stop it
My bitch she attractive
You smokin’ your re-up, I’m stackin’ my profit (Dumbass)
Official jacker, I’ll go in your pocket (Give it up)
Run in your trap dressed in black like I’m gothic
These niggas cappin’, bitch, Go Yayo who copy
You only number one if losin’ the topic
I’m on fire, all I spit is that hot shit
I had to get it, I ain’t had no more options (Ho)
These opps talkin’ tough but they super weak
Now I’m at your door with a mask like it’s trick or treat
Go Yayo big homie, he been a G
The king of the Murda, lil’ boy must be kiddin’ me (The f**k?)
I got that sauce on me
Sell so much dope, got the laws on me
I got the drip, tell your bitch keep a drop with me (Drip)
VVS diamonds, no flaw with me (Bling blaow)
Better not let your dogs put they paws on me, frrt, get off of me
Two liter Big Blue full of Big Red
Come get your freak, she go too fast, she all on my dickhead
College bitch, she give me big head
f**k her and ditch that, Yayo not with all that chit-chat (Nope)
Miss me with all of that he said
Don’t give a f**k ’bout what she said
Ran up on me and now he dead
Creep down the street with that heat sprayin’
Scoot up with stick, double back and we replay it

[Outro]
Bitch, Yayo, huh
Pussy nigga, gang gang gang
Good Dope, Vol. 2
Ooh, Rich ‘Fore 21, gang

Go Yayo – Lick Talk Lyrics

[Chorus]
Brick walk, brick walk yeah
Watch me brick walk, watch me brick walk yeah
I talk lick talk yeah, I got big guap yeah
Knock your bitch out, yeah, knock your bitch out, yeah
Brick walk, brick walk yeah
Brick walk, brick walk yeah
I talk lick, I talk brick yeah
We talk stick, if it’s beef then we lay hits, gang

[Verse 1]
Even if I wasn’t rappin’ I would still be livin’ icy
Hoodfame gang, we strapped like ISIS
And we keep that dope low prices
Way before this rappin’ I was slidin’, ridin’, foreign drivin’
Stopped that on the other side with rockets
f**kin’ bitches from the projects
I ain’t have no other option, I had to get me some racks
I had to get me a sack, I was sixteen sellin’ Act
Karo the pint, he came back
[?] the pump with a gleezy
I had to go get it, f**k that weed bitch I’m selling black
Bitch I’m sellin’ facts
I really do the shit I rap on my tracks
I’m a walking lick, every time I spit a f**kin’ brick
Hoodfame gang the shit, we legit, nigga play, get split
Versace head to toe, I think I spent four thousand on a fit
Moonboot, Versace too, I spent four thousand on my kicks

[Chorus]
Brick walk, brick walk yeah
Watch me brick walk, watch me brick walk yeah
I talk lick talk yeah, I got big guap yeah
Knock your bitch out, yeah, knock your bitch out, yeah
Brick walk, brick walk yeah
Brick walk, brick walk yeah
I talk lick, I talk brick yeah
We talk stick, if it’s beef then we lay hits, gang

[Verse 2]
Ayy I’m walkin’ on a zip of crack
My neck look like a brick of tall
I don’t want that bitch lil nigga
That ho ain’t even up to par
I been servin’ pints of lean when Beano ‘nem was sippin’ raw
I was servin’ in and out of cars, trappin’ black and hard
Hoodfame gang, we creepers, I’m the reaper
Got good dope in the Seagull
Niggas got you duckin’ beeper, I’m just tryna duck the people
Pushin’ that rock, Beanie Seagel
I get them birds, let ’em fly like an eagle
Good dope, came straight from the A
Go Yayo, I’m ballin’ like Brady, gang, gang
Yeah, yeah, ayy, bitch I ball hard like a patriot
As long as they make it we takin’ it
I know these f**k niggas hatin’ it
Twenty-seventeen truck, it’s a Bentley
Fiber tint sittin’, never know when I’m in it
As long as they print it my niggas gon’ get it
I want them hundreds, no twenties, no fifties

[Chorus]
Brick walk, brick walk yeah
Watch me brick walk, watch me brick walk yeah
I talk lick talk yeah, I got big guap yeah
Knock your bitch out, yeah, knock your bitch out, yeah
Brick walk, brick walk yeah
Brick walk, brick walk yeah
I talk lick, I talk brick yeah
We talk stick, if it’s beef then we lay hits, gang

Go Yayo – Me Lyrics (feat. MO3)

[Intro]
Skrt skrt
Hoodfame, Hoodfame
Hoodfame, Hoodfame gang
Yayo, Go Yayo
Hoodfame
Power Up

[Chorus]
Me (who you?)
Million dollar nigga, two-hundred on the [?], that’s a rari
You (who he?)
Lame ass f**k nigga broke down [?], I’m so sorry
My nigga (what y’all do?)
Ridin’ ’round [?] going [?] with that yopper on the hunnid (bo-bo-boom)
Your nigga (who that?)
They just talkin’ [?], pop up and I ain’t stunting

[Verse 1]
Who you? Youngin
Trap house jumping
Can’t tell me nothin’
Nah, nah, nah
We ain’t really with that bumping
Pull up on a nigga and we dumping
Choppa start drumming, have his ass running
Leave him stanking like some onions
Leave a nigga in a bodybag (damnit man)
Big Bank Hank, hit a lick for a lot of cash
I was looking for a freak (scando)
Real bad bitch eat dick with a lot of ass
Been trapping for days (trap)
Free Montana, let my boy out the cage (free my boy)
Hop out with them K’s (brrrt, baow)
[?]
Trapping is a hobby
Go get a room, trap right out the lobby
Bend her over, hit her with the bobby
Get the toppy and it better be sloppy
She say I got stamina
You niggas are amateur
The thooka’ll damage ya
You niggas so pussy, my youngins’ll handle ya

[Chorus]
Me (who you?)
Million dollar nigga, two-hundred on the [?], that’s a rari
You (who he?)
Lame ass f**k nigga broke down [?], I’m so sorry
My nigga (what y’all do?)
Ridin’ ’round [?] going [?] with that yopper on the hunnid (bo-bo-boom)
Your nigga (who that?)
They just talkin’ [?], pop up and I ain’t stunting

[Verse 2]
(Hoodfame, Hoodfame)
You pussy, nigga, boy you know you’re a bitch
Trap and rapping, bitch, I’m tryna get rich
Young stiff nigga, I ain’t never gon’ snitch
DNG[?], I ain’t never gon switch
Trap god, turn a [?] to a brick
Finesse the plug, now he sick
So you mean to be tellin’ me
You snitch on a [?] felony
Nigga, f**k you was thinkin
’cause I slap your sister, now you talkin’ bout’ X-in’ me
Nigga, everybody know me

Soulja Boy – Take A Trip Lyrics

[Soulja Boy on the Hook]
Jump out the jet, I was breakin my wrists, hit the private jet with bricks its time to take a trip
All of my niggas we juggin finnesing
17 wit the choppa wasn’t having no sense
Tryna hit a lick with a thirty on my hip
Try to ride me ima empty the clip
I guess he mad cause im fuckin his bitch
Hit the highway its time to take a trip
Zone 1 lil nigga we savages
Sixteen quarter mill I was having it
Spent a hundred thousand dollars on Actavis
In the trap, with that pack I’m cappin’ it
10 bales, no scales know its accurate
In the trap, hit the pop with the spatulas
Shorty i can’t stop, you know im blastin em
Young rich nigga, took a trip out to africa

[King Reefa- Verse 1]
Hunnid Pounds, got that shit for the dirty cheap
Me and soulja trappin hard, like I’m trappin me
Im tryna bark at these hoes, it ain’t happening
King Reefa, I’m posted with savages
Call up Go Yayo, he bringin’ them hoes
All these chickens all up in the room
Dirty bricks in the ash tray
King Reefa got glass trays
Post in the trap and you know how I’m givin it
Bitch I been walking with lean and I’m sippin it
Been in the trap and you know I’m just livin it
Bitches they love me, no way that im fibbin’ it
Money bags like im Yayo
Hunnid bricks by the case loads
Call up king soulja he pull in the rover
You know that these hoes do what we say so
[Soulja Boy- Hook]
Jump out the jet, I was breakin my wrists, hit the private jet with bricks its time to take a trip
All of my niggas we juggin finnesing
17 wit the choppa wasn’t having no sense
Tryna hit a lick with a thirty on my hip
Try to ride me ima empty the clip
I guess he mad cause im fuckin his bitch
Hit the highway its time to take a trip
Zone 1 lil nigga we savages
Sixteen quarter mill I was having it
Spent a hundred thousand dollars on Actavis
In the trap, with that pack I’m cappin’ it
10 bales, no scales know its accurate
In the trap, hit the pop with the spatulas
Shorty i can’t stop, you know im blastin em
Young rich nigga, took a trip out to africa

[Verse 2- Go Yayo]