Quality Control, City Girls & Saweetie feat DJ Durel - Come On

Artist	:   Quality Control, City Girls & Saweetie feat DJ Durel
Title	:   Come On
Cipt	:   Ice Billion Berg, Ball Greezy, DJ Durel, Yung Miami, Saweetie, JT, Kevin Gomringer & Tim Gomringer
Album	:   Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 2
Dirilis	:   2019

(Quavo)
DJ Durel

(JT)
Girl, come on (Come on)
It's time to get it, girl, they playin' our song (This my jam)
Let's make 'em spend it on us all night long (The ballers out)
It's time to get it (Let's get it)
Work that, twerk back 'til you got a hurt back
Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk that

(Saweetie)
F*ck a six figure nigga, shit, he need to have eight
Call it Christmas on my wrist 'cause he love to decorate
Was down some diamonds on my bezel, now I got a different face
And they heard my shit sweet, now these niggas want a taste
I like lead niggas, street niggas (Street), spend on shopping spree niggas (Spend it)
Low-key, don't be in the scene, nigga
Clean, nigga, mean, nigga (What you mean?)
Type I need nigga (Uh-huh)
Ain't f*ckin' with these hoes (Disease free, nigga)
Booked and busy, I'ma hit you mañana
I'm a boss ass b*tch, call me Big Mama (B*tch)
The chain be Chanel, the panties pink Prada (Woo)
If that nigga don't pay then he ain't about nada

(JT & Saweetie)
Girl, come on (Icy, Come on)
It's time to get it, girl, they playin' our song (This my jam)
Let's make 'em spend it on us all night long (The ballers out)
It's time to get it (let's get it)
Work that, twerk back 'til you got a hurt back
Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk that

(JT)
I got that come back, nigga, this that rerun (Rerun)
Make a nigga cut a check, tax refund (Refund)
Where the boss niggas at? I don't see none (Nah)
Make it rain in this b*tch, I wanna see ones (Period)
Too bad for a broke nigga, where the dope dealers?
Straight out the bando to the f*ckin' pros, nigga (Where he at?)
Where you at? It's a draft (Yeah)
Is you a first round pick or you last? (Where the ballers at?)
Where my college b*tches with a fat ass? (Where they at though?)
So fly, give a nigga jet-lag
You wanna murk that, twerk that 'til I got a hurt back
Broke nigga, back back, I'ma have to curve that (Boy)

(JT)
Girl, come on (Come on)
It's time to get it, girl, they playin' our song (This my jam)
Let's make 'em spend it on us all night long (The ballers out)
It's time to get it (let's get it)
Work that, twerk back 'til you got a hurt back
Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk that

(Yung Miami)
If you love me, then tip right (Tip right)
'Cause we shouldn't leave after giving you a peek, it keeps the tip tight
Thanks for the invite (Yeah)
I know my IG pictures make me seem mean, but a b*tch nice (Nice)
I like my mignon filet
I like my man grown, let me put it on your face
He want me in his Wraith and want me in his place (Facts)
By next week I can have the key to his gate (Easy)
Name in his will before he even see me naked
I become a bill, you can't get him to pay one (B*tch)
Pu*sy got him shittin' on his day ones
I don't even gotta say much (Period)

(JT)
Girl, come on (Come on)
It's time to get it, girl, they playin' our song (This my jam)
Let's make 'em spend it on us all night long (The ballers out)
It's time to get it (let's get it)
Work that, twerk back 'til you got a hurt back
Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk that

Terjemahan Quality Control, City Girls & Saweetie feat DJ Durel - Come On :

Quality Control & Offset feat Young Thug - Big Rocks

Artist	:   Quality Control & Offset feat Young Thug
Title	:   Big Rocks
Cipt	:   Thank You Fizzle, Frankie Bash, Wheezy, Young Thug & Offset
Album	:   Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 2
Dirilis	:   2019

(Future)
Wheezy outta here

(Offset)
Big,  big rocks on the frames (Big rocks)
We  got stocks of the panes (Stocks)
F*ck her outta bangs (Smash)
SV, f*ck her in the Range (SV)
Double  C's on the buckle, she got rain (Double C's)
Courtesy,  I put diamonds on the gang (Courtesy)
They know it's me when I'm walkin' in the bank (They know it's me)
150  on the Audemars, plain (Plain Jane)

(Young Thug)
Check my stain, I hit roaches but I never complain
Blowed out the brain, on a b*tch for the Audemars, plain
F*ck your domain, I was lookin' for a thottie to bling
Burn  his romaines, now he can't do it again

(Offset)
Woo, woo, Offset
Tip-toe, put your ho, like curb flow (Preach)
Headshot, what the f*ck you got a vest for? (Bah)
I'ma hit her with the right and the left stroke (Hey)
She be eating' up the pipe, got the best throat (Pipe)
Bought a jet, I been cappin' in the West Coast (Phew)
I put five million dollars in the escrow (Five)
Diamonds hit, make the b*tch break her neck, ho (Blind)
She obsessed with the drip, she can't let go (Drip)
White gold, rose gold Patek (Two tone)
Money in the dirt, and it's matted (Matted)
Wipe your nose with the ratchet (Slime)
Strip him out his clothes, gotta have it (Hey)
Touch screen cameras on the tablet (Doot, doot)
Maison Margiela, my fabric (Margiela)
Karats on me, where the rabbit? (Where?)
I save a hunnid, a week is a habit (Hey)

(Offset)
Big, big rocks on the frames (Big rocks)
We got stocks of the panes (Stocks)
F*ck her outta bangs (Smash)
SV, f*ck her in the Range (SV)
Double C's on the buckle, she got rain (Double C's)
Courtesy, I put diamonds on the gang (Courtesy)
They know it's me, when I'm walking in the bank (They know it's me)
150 on the Audemars, plain (Plain Jane)

(Young Thug)
Check my stain, I hit roaches but I never complain
Blowed out the brain, on a b*tch for the Audemars, plain
F*ck your domain, I was lookin' for a thottie to bling
Burn his romaines, now he can't do it again

Terjemahan Quality Control & Offset feat Young Thug - Big Rocks :

Quality Control & Quavo - Virgil

Artist	:   Quality Control & Quavo
Title	:   Virgil
Cipt	:   DJ Durel & Quavo
Album	:   Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 2
Dirilis	:   2019

DJ Durel

Woo
White (White), and it's snowin' (Snowfall)
Off-White (White), and it's snowin' (Off-White)
She bad as hell (Bad), and she goin' (Go)
My career (Ooh), it keep growin' (Grow)
Four rings (Four-way), like the Audi (Blaow)
The top sushi (Su'), like karate (Uh)
We popped 'em (Shh, bow), you heard about 'em (Where? Shh)
QC veteran (QC)
Ho, let the Huncho settle in (Huncho, Huncho)
I can be in the trap (Uh), on the TV, on David Letterman (Woo)
Yeah, off the flair (Flair), drop me in the ocean, I'm peddlin' (Skrrt, swim)
Young niggas brought all the culinaries (Skrrt), and I just came back from the Netherlands (Gone, yeah)
'Nough of that pitty-pat (Pitty-pat), chitty chat (Chitty chat), tit for tat (Tit for tat)
I ain't gon' front, none of that (No)
I'm from Atlanta, I earned that (A)
But I came straight out the North (Yeah)
Yes, I know everybody heard that (Heard it)
Number one, that's where the birds at (Brrt)
Hahahaha, getcha curve back (Ha)

I can't get down (Get down), I gotta get up (Up)
Yeah (Yeah), I can't get down (Nah), I gotta get up (Up, uh)
Yeah, I'm in the pothole whippin' a knot ho
Make 'em go eat it up (Eat it up)
Straight out the basement whippin' Picasso (Whip)
Young nigga heating up (Heat it up)
I can't get froze (No), Lord knows the soul I own (God)
The ice two-tone (Ice, brrt), that's four iPhones (Uh)
Baby boy Holmes (Woo), you aim preferably for the nose (Bow)
It's a trap boy zone (Trap), we exchange, Whitney for Nicole (Whitney)

Niggas get hard until they get hit with the sentence (Damn, damn)
These niggas act hard, but they cannot handle they penalty (No, no)
Ain't gon' lie, I haven't had smoke in a minute (Ain't havin' no smoke)
I'm focused on bags and juugin', finessin' the industry (Bags, finesse)
Free all my niggas until they reclaim they innocence (Free)
My bad b*tch, I bought her a chain for kickin' it (She icy)
Lame b*tch, hit wit' the flame, he snitchin' it (He tellin')
Cocaine witch, give her the lame, she sniffin' it (She snortin' it)

I can't get down (Get down), I gotta get up (Up)
Yeah (Yeah), I can't get down (Nah), I gotta get up (Up, uh)
Yeah, I'm in the pothole whippin' a knot ho
Make 'em go eat it up (Eat it up)
Straight out the basement whippin' Picasso (Whip)
Young nigga heating up (Heat it up)
I can't get froze (No), Lord knows the soul I own (God)
The ice two-tone (Ice, brrt), that's four iPhones (Uh)
Baby boy Holmes (Woo), you aim preferably for the nose (Bow)
It's a trap boy zone (Trap), we exchange, Whitney for Nicole (Whitney)

Terjemahan Quality Control & Quavo - Virgil :

Quality Control & Takeoff - Magellanic

Artist	:   Quality Control & Takeoff
Title	:   Magellanic
Cipt	:   DJ Durel & Takeoff
Album	:   Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 2
Dirilis	:   2019

(Part 1)

Uhhh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
DJ Durel
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yes sir!

Big bank on me b*tch, watch, I pop shit (Pop)
Mob with the clique, take a trip, this that real shit (Real)
Pulled a whip out the garage for the camera flicks (Skrrt, skrrt)
Jewelry heist, all my jewelry bite, ain't no camera tricks (Ice)
A pound of Perc', and four pints of syrup, that's my travel kit (Lean)
That chopper worse, on my side of turf, this that magic stick
I took that risk and we did it first, now we filthy rich, ugh (Now we filthy rich)

(Part 2)

Rich nigga but I need a rich bad b*tch (B*tch)
Makin' broke niggas sick of payin' broke b*tch rent (B*tch)
I'm a trap nigga, b*tch, I ain't your f*ckin' Clark Kent (Nah)
Make a five star b*tch take a seat right on the bench

So many pounds in the vicinity, the room got a stench (Ew)
Way up top, don't f*ck with many
Smoking green, no, not The Grinch (Cookie)
When you're gettin' a lot of paper, real or fake, can't tell from which
Put them brands on my fist and put Celine on my b*tch
Flip the switch, take a pic, want that bag? Take a risk
I got ice, live the life, I got cash, that's a lick
They got stripes, won't go right, they gon' blast with the shit
F*ck the tab, make 'em mad, when I spazz, they get sick
I spent a dime on the coat and bought some lines for your ho (Lines)
Put that Patek out the window, turn that rain into snow
I never changed, only thing I left is change at the store
And know the gang, they don't even ask for names where we go
From the Nawf, used to kick a door, it was me and 'Cho
From the bando, now we toppin' charts on Billboard
For the check, had to grip the Tek, it was me and 'Set (Yeah)
A nigga did a lotta shit, but we ain't gon' speak on that (Shh)
I don't post a lotta shit, 'cause I don't like the internet (Nah)
And these niggas ain't stoppin' shit, it's free smoke, they can catch contact (Smoke)
You lookin', it ain't hard to find with all these chains and these baguettes (Ice)
I drip, don't care 'bout takin' pictures when these niggas post every pic (No cap)

Rich nigga but I need a rich bad b*tch (B*tch)
Makin' broke niggas sick of payin' broke b*tch rent (B*tch)
I'm a trap nigga, b*tch, I ain't your f*ckin' Clark Kent (Nah)
Make a five star b*tch take a seat right on the bench
DJ Durel

Terjemahan Quality Control & Takeoff - Magellanic :

Quality Control, City Girls & Stefflon Don feat Renni Rucci & Mustard - Like That

Artist	:   Quality Control, City Girls & Stefflon Don feat Renni Rucci & Mustard
Title	:   Like That
Cipt	:   Mustard, Renni Rucci, Stefflon Don, Yung Miami & JT
Album	:   Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 2
Dirilis	:   2019

(Yung Miami)
It's Yung Miami, ho
City  Girl shit
Mustard  on the beat, ho

(Yung Miami)
All I wanna know is where the niggas with the racks at?
All I wanna know is where the niggas with the bags at?
Hair  done, nails done, stomach on flat
I'm  a real ass, trill ass b*tch, I need a nigga like that, where he at?
Yo, tell me where the real niggas at
I  need a nigga like that, where he at?
'Cause I'm a real ass, trill ass b*tch, I need a nigga like that

(Yung Miami)
I'm a real ass b*tch, I need him too hood (Yep)
Buy me Louis, take me out, and f*ck me too good
Take  me 'round his homeboys and they whisper
They like, "Damn, nigga, do she got a sister?"
Wobbly wobbly, drop, drop it on his d*ck
And this pu*sy tighten up, when he in it, gotta grip
Gotta use two hands 'cause my thighs too thick
He gotta drop ten bands just to take me on a trip, ayy
I need nigga that's gon' pull up with that heat
Need a nigga that's gon' leave my wrists on freeze
He gon' beat that case, it ain't got no lease
Need a nigga that don't f*ck with nobody
And he don't give a fu*ck about you hoes
Tryna slide in his DM, yeah, I know
Gotta stick under the seat in the Rolls
I might catch a b*tch coming out the stores, like, "B*tch"

(Yung Miami)
All I wanna know is where the niggas with the racks at?
All I wanna know is where the niggas with the bags at?
Hair done, nails done, stomach on flat
I'm a real ass, trill ass b*tch, I need a nigga like that, where he at?
Yo, tell me where the real niggas at
I need a nigga like that, where he at?
'Cause I'm a real ass, trill ass b*tch, I need a nigga like that

(Stefflon Don)
Pu*sy clean, pu*sy pink, pu*sy need to eat
In the morning he gon' gargle it like Listerine
He know I'm better than his ex, better than his next
That's why he got all these diamonds, they drippin' down my neck
Wobblity, wobblity, wop, I'ma bounce on it
Do my dance, then put my mouth on it
All these lil' b*tches wanna get like me
'Cause they never met a motherf*cker fresh like me
They f*cking niggas, but you know they give me figures
I got my own, but I'ma spend it anyway
And if you really wanna know if you a winner
When ain't no commas, who these broke b*tches pick?
F*ck a date, nigga, take me to the bank
Trickin' niggas, I do it because I can
Then send him home to his BM in the van
Then text my other nigga like, "Where you at?"

(Yung Miami)
All I wanna know is where the niggas with the racks at?
All I wanna know is where the niggas with the bags at?
Hair done, nails done, stomach on flat
I'm a real ass, trill ass b*tch, I need a nigga like that, where he at?
Yo, tell me where the real niggas at
I need a nigga like that, where he at?
'Cause I'm a real ass, trill a*s b*tch, I need a nigga like that

(Renni Rucci)
Put this cookie in your mouth like a Percocet
Put my legs on his face like a turtleneck
This ain't no race, take your time, nigga, shmurda that
Nigga, jump in this pu*sy, hurdle that
I need a real ass nigga that's gon' hold me down
Pick a b*tch up, lick a b*tch down
Lick me from the back, smack it 'til it hurt
Lift a b*tch skirt, nigga, make me squirt
Keep a strap in the Jeep case a b*tch tweak
Hope that nigga got some racks 'cause this ain't cheap
I'ma break the whole bank if he date me
And hope I don't go in his pockets when he go to sleep
Renni Rucci on the beat and the d*ck
Make a nigga lick my feet and my clit
Pull it out, it tastes sweet on the lips
I need a nigga with some meat on the stick

(Yung Miami)
All I wanna know is where the niggas with the racks at?
All I wanna know is where the niggas with the bags at?
Hair done, nails done, stomach on flat
I'm a real ass, trill ass b*tch, I need a nigga like that, where he at?
Yo, tell me where the real niggas at
I need a nigga like that, where he at?
'Cause I'm a real ass, trill ass b*tch, I need a nigga like that

(Stefflon Don)
Where he at?
Dumb fat, yeah, you know my ass fatter
Where he at?
Dumb fat, yeah, you know you like that

Terjemahan Quality Control, City Girls & Stefflon Don feat Renni Rucci & Mustard - Like That :

Quality Control & Takeoff feat Travis Scott - Bless Em

Artist	:   Quality Control & Takeoff feat Travis Scott
Title	:   Bless Em
Cipt	:   DY Krazy, Travis Scott & Takeoff
Album	:   Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 2
Dirilis	:   2019

DY Krazy
Cicero on the beat

(Takeoff)
Diamonds make me sneeze, so I bless 'em (Bless)
Nawf side get them thangs, and I stretch 'em (Stretch)
They forgot that we the ones, apply the pressure (Press)
I can see them when they foldin' under pressure (Press)
Eyes wide, geeked up in that Tesla (Eyes wide)
Nawf side, we apply that pressure (Nawf side)
That's a wise guy, and you better not test him (Wise guy)
Watch them birds fly, birdkeeper catch 'em (Brrt)

(Takeoff)
It's the last pie, so I had to stretch it (Stretch)
I'm on Fox 5, try to take my necklace (Neck)
On Instagram Live, updates every second (Sec')
Five Guys in the kitchen, heavy on the veggies (Heavy)
Niggas ain't got money, all cap if I I tell it (Tell)
Niggas gon' get Take the whole pack if I sell it (Take)
We ride like the service secret, niggas' mob tellin' (Mob)
The reason if the breakfast seasoned but it not digestin' (Oh)
Once I get them thangs on the stretcher I'ma stretch it (Stretch it)
Bet they know the game, do they know I'm not a question?(Question)
Eyes blood rushin', and your b*tch is smilin', blushin' (Blushin')
I'm worth too much money, ain't no talkin', get to dumpin'
Hunnid round drum on me (Drum), Andre Drummond (Drum)
They don't want smoke with me (Smoke), they know how I'm comin' (Come)
I'm geekin', I'm trippin', I tried to fit Tommy in front of my timing (Tommy gun)
I should've tried for time, my smokers all roll like the onion (Onion)

(Takeoff & Travis Scott)
Diamonds make me sneeze, so I bless 'em (Bless)
Nawf side get them thangs, and I stretch 'em (Stretch)
They forgot that we the ones, apply the pressure (Yeah, press)
I can see them when they foldin' under pressure (Yeah, press)
Eyes , yah!wide, geeked up in that Tesla (Eyes wide)
Nawf side, we apply that pressure (Nawf side)
That's a wise guy, and you better not test him (Wise guy)
Watch them birds fly, birdkeeper catch 'em (Brrt)

(Travis Scott)
The dark side, my nights they get reckless (Side)
They send spies, just so they can catch us (Yeah)
Don't use lines, must avoid the set up (Set up)
It don't shine, gotta check the set up (Yah!)
Believe me (Believe me), nightmares keep me up it ain't no sleepin' (Ain't no sleepin')
Flashes outside, know somebody's peepin' (Peepin')
Look down in my cup I keep on drinkin' (Drank)
Why you take so much? I have my reasons (Yah, yah!)
Done with the silence when she sees us
A hunnid on the smile, she keep on askin' why I'm teethin'
Runnin' up the vibe, we brought the ratchets, make it even
Tiptoe through the front door, out the back door, left it geekin' (Yah, yah!)

(Takeoff)
Diamonds make me sneeze, so I bless 'em (Bless)
Nawf side get them thangs, and I stretch 'em (Stretch)
They forgot that we the ones, apply the pressure (Press)
I can see them when they foldin' under pressure (Press)
Eyes wide, geeked up in that Tesla (Eyes wide)
Nawf side, we apply that pressure (Nawf side)
That's a wise guy, and you better not test him (Wise guy)
Watch them birds fly, birdkeeper catch 'em (Brrt)

Terjemahan Quality Control & Takeoff feat Travis Scott - Bless Em :

Quality Control & Quavo feat Meek Mill - Double Trouble

Artist	:   Quality Control & Quavo feat Meek Mill
Title	:   Double Trouble
Cipt	:   Tee Romano, Dez Wright, OG Parker, Quavo & Meek Mill
Album	:   Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 2
Dirilis	:   2019

OG Parker

(Quavo)
I brought ten racks in this muhf*cka (Ten)
Told her break her back in this muhf*cka (Hey)
She came wit' her friend (Woo), double trouble (Uhh)
Yes sir (Yes sir), she gon' now find now another (No, woo)
I don't know nobody but the gang gang (Gang)
Don't do it for the clout, I do it for chain chains (Cash)
Heard he caught a body then they sang sang (Sang)
I don't wanna f*ck nobody but my main thang (Main)

(Quavo)
I don't know 'bout you but the Benjis get attached to me (Benjis)
Shoot 'em if they trollin' 'cause they after me (Bow)
All of my niggas came with felonies (Gang)
All in Miami on the jetskis (Ahh-ahh)
Choppers out, word around town (Choppers)
Man down, too much napping, cracker down now (Ahh-ahh)
Told the b*tch put the face down (Uhh)
You don't see nothin' but money on the floor now (Ahh-ahh)
Ice cold wit' a bankroll (Woo)
When you wit' the Huncho, anything go ('Cho)
I can make a rainbow whip the thang slow (Whip)
I spin the block extend it po' wit' the blindfold (Uhh)

(Quavo)
I brought ten racks in this muhf*cka (Ten)
Told her break her back in this muhf*cka (Hey)
She came wit' her friend (Woo), double trouble (Uhh)
Yes sir (Yes sir), she gon' now find now another (No, woo)
I don't know nobody but the gang gang (Gang)
Don't do it for the clout, I do it for chain chains (Cash)
Heard he caught a body then they sang sang (Sang)
I don't wanna f*ck nobody but my main thang (Main)

(Meek Mill)
55 thousand on my last flight (For real)
I just had a threesome it was last night (That's true)
I got pu*sy on pu*sy like a catfight (Ahh)
All these VVS' on my body like a flashlight (Bling bling bling)
Yeah, walk in this b*tch, f*ck it up leave, valet gon' toss the keys (Skrrt)
None of them niggas ain't talkin' 'bout money, tell 'em don't talk to me (Be quiet)
I'm too spoiled to chase that b*tch, it's getting hard for me (It is)
Big boy Rolls, hugging the rope, I be like pardon me (Woo)
G60, it skrrt, uhh, live once Sunday church, uhh
She gon' f*ck we flirt, uhh, more Franklins than Kirk, uhh
Mastermind my shirt, yeah, cost a rack (Rack)
I just caught a body on the thottie, ain't call her back (Yeah)
Drink some water, mind my business, that's how I'm living (Facts)
I woke up was in my feelings, give my momma millions (Facts)
Niggas broke, tryna beef, I ain't trying to kill 'em (Nah)
Tell 'em eat smoke, yo dawg just wanna ride wit' them (Yeah)

(Quavo)
I brought ten racks in this muhf*cka (Ten)
Told 'em break a bag in this muhf*cka (Hey)
She came wit' her friend (Woo), double trouble (Uhh)
Yes sir (Yes sir), she gon' now find now another (No, woo)
I don't know nobody but the gang gang (Gang)
Don't do it for the clout, I do it for chain chains (Cash)
Heard he caught a body then they sang sang (Sang)
I don't wanna f*ck nobody but my main thang (Main)

Terjemahan Quality Control & Quavo feat Meek Mill - Double Trouble :

Quality Control & Offset feat Playboi Carti - 100 Racks

Artist	:   Quality Control & Offset feat Playboi Carti
Title	:   100 Racks
Cipt	:   Pi’erre Bourne, Metro Boomin, Playboi Carti & Offset
Album	:   Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 2
Dirilis	:   2019

(Offset & Playboi Carti)
My first hunnit racks (Hunnits)
I blew it by the rack (Blew it)
Then I took off the hat (Hat)
Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
No books, this a mag
Shoot it up, f*ck a badge
I was down to my last
I remember my past (Woo)
Put it up, got packs in the house (Bando)
Get slapped with a stack watch your mouth
These hoes get passed (Pew pew)
Get slapped with the racks to the mouth
Wit' them racks you get slapped (Slapped)
And this b*tch want my mans
'Bout to play with these bands (Play with them)
'Bout to play with these bands

(Playboi Carti & Offset)
You can't come to the land
Got that b*tch in my hand
That muhf*cka' gon' dance
That muhf*cka' gon' dance
We been gone off the Xan
We been gone off the Xan
We not kickin' shit
No, we not friends
But I set these trends (Trends)
Put a b*tch in the Benz
Dirty money got cleansed
Diamonds jumpin' out the gym
She invite her friends (Friends)
They my type, all tens
And my drip European (Drip)
I done put diamonds on my lens (Woo)

(Offset)
My first hunnit racks (Hunnits)
I blew it by the rack (Blew it)
Then I took off the hat (Hat)
Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
No books, this a mag
Shoot it up, f*ck a bag
I was down to my last (Last)
I remember my past (Woo)
Put it up, got packs in the house (Bando)
Get slapped with a stack with the mount
These hoes get passed (Pew pew)
Get slapped with the racks to the mouth

(Offset)
Niggas don't want no money, want clout
Don't sit, there's a stick in the couch
Get a man, get 'em in, get 'em out
Now my grandma lookin' down proud
My kids not worried 'bout a drought
Baguettes in the teeth, down South
Richard Mille wrist, cost a house
Put the double R truck en route
I go straight out to Mars, valet my car
Trap guitar, straight out the Nawf
Losin' my mind, I can't think
Fye that b*tch up, we gon' blank
I go three hard in the paint
It get hot on the Perc', 'bout to faint
Swimmin' with sharks in the tank
You best not drown, when I pop this pint
Pour it in the clouds

(Offset & Playboi Carti)
My first hunnit racks (Hunnits)
I blew it by the rack (Blew it)
Then I took off the hat (Hat)
Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
No books, this a mag
Shoot it up, f*ck a bag
I was down to my last (Last)
I remember my past (Woo)
Put it up, got packs in the house (Bando)
Get slapped with a stack watch your mouth
These hoes get passed (Pew pew)
Get slapped with the racks to the mouth
Wit' them racks you get slapped (Slapped)
And this b*tch want my mans
'Bout to play with these bands (Play with them)
'Bout to play with these bands

Terjemahan Quality Control & Offset feat Playboi Carti - 100 Racks :

Young Thug feat Quavo - Circle of Bosses

Artist	:   Young Thug feat Quavo - Circle of Bosses
Title	:   Circle of Bosses
Cipt	:   Nils, Wheezy, Young Thug & Quavo
Album	:   So Much Fun
Dirilis	:   2019

(Young Thug & Future)
Wheezy outta here
Wee, woo
Woo-ooh, ooh

(Quavo)
Divide the shooters (Divide)
Then split up the house
Intruder, the West Wing (Intruder)
They knockin' ya off (Blaow)
The AP a Mille, the baguette
It spilled, just look at the frost (Look at the 'guetty)
Pull all of my whips out
I make the North look a little awesome (Skrrt, skrrt)
The circle of bosses (Go)
Pu*sy, you better not cross us (Circle of bosses)
We asked your b*tch (Yeah)
Her pu*sy be wetter than faucets (Ask, ask)
I close my fist (Close)
My ice, it make an announcement (Ice, ice)
I raise a brick (Brick)
Make her go hike on a mountain (Uh)

(Young Thug)
She got Eliantte on her neck
Light blue, all the hunduns, let it spread
I told her it's nap time, with the red
Rolls Royce, Forgiato, what I said
Sippin' lean, but got no sinus
I could turn to a mad scientist
Board a jet in like any climate
B*tches tryna come over and dine in
Throw 11 like Matt Ryan
Most my b*tches and me are tight and
Hurt her heart with no Neosporin, then
I'ma watch it like WiFi

(Quavo)
Clear water on her neck, nigga, don't see the shark (Ice, splash)
Back to back, double R trucks, no key to park it (Double R)
Name the location, we mark it (Hey)
We gotta move the smartest (Move)
I got a K in my office (Brra)
You ever seen a carcass? (Body)
Growed up to be an arsoner (Fire)
Breathin' out fire, like oxygen
McLaren, it came equipped (Skrrt)
Pressin' the gas, and exhaust the whip
We get the strain and dip (Strain)
Can't pull up on me, come get your chips (Cash)
Heard car got flipped (Flipped)
They might pull up on you with sticks in the Lyft

(Young Thug)
Hey, I'm countin' these racks up in the bed
I still took the pill, didn't know what it said
They catering' Activis at the weddin'
I travel with the Draco or the 'chete
You think that she straight
I'm turnin' her gay, got her kissin' a lady
She quiet as kept, I slap on her face and bite on her lips
My closet silk, the Maybach outside, and the floor is equipped
I don't recept', no receptionists, I don't accept
Tall, red shit, yeah, she inspire me
Woo, flavor, no freak, make a b*tch shine my teeth
Teeth, we don't want peace, yeah, we're clearly young beasts
Oh, oh, oh, I gotta speed, baby, this a Lamborghini (Woah)
Woah, I don't need a seat, I'd rather run through the streets
Woo, hunnid K a week, livin' at the Grand Marquis
Woo, how much I can eat? I gotta see
Whoo, I gotta see, I was at the Grand Marquis

(Quavo)
Divide the shooters (Divide)
Then split up the house
Intruder, the West Wing (Intruder)
They knockin' ya off (Blaow)
The AP a Mille, the baguette
It spilled, just look at the frost (Look at the 'guetty)
Pull all of my whips out
I make the North look a little awesome (Skrrt, skrrt)
The circle of bosses (Go)
Pu*sy, you better not cross us (Circle of bosses)
We asked your b*tch (Yeah)
Her pu*sy be wetter than faucets (Ask, ask)
I close my fist (Close)
My ice, it make an announcement (Ice, ice)
I raise a brick (Brick)
Make her go hike on a mountain (Uh)

Terjemahan Young Thug feat Quavo - Circle of Bosses :

Quality Control & Lil Baby feat Rylo Rodriguez & 24Heavy - Ride

Artist	:   Quality Control & Lil Baby feat Rylo Rodriguez & 24Heavy
Title	:   Ride
Cipt	:   Lil Baby, Rylo Rodriguez & 24Heavy
Album	:   Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 2
Dirilis	:   2019

(24Heavy)
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy, that probably Tago
Uh

(24Heavy & Rylo Rodriguez)
I'ma ride for my niggas, wrong or right
Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide
Pistol on my side, I can't let 'em kill my vibe
Niggas pickin' sides and these niggas switchin' sides
I promise I'ma ride
We tread spin, bullets flyin'
Even at the red light, his mama still can't stop from cryin'
If my chain fell out my pocket the only way I drop a dime
I know Ray Charles had it good, he ain't never had to see a homicide
Stevie Wonder ain't see his brothers die, he ain't feel my pain
He don't know my mama couldn't pay the light bill and I felt that pain
But Mark had died, he wasn't breaking a dollar, but I tried to help him change
Interrogatin', I still wouldn't crack if I was on cocaine

(Lil Baby)
Got this shit from out the projects, ain't no silver spoons
The morning after the night we slide only time we watch the news
I wanna comment on niggas' picture, but I just keep it cool
I know them pu*sy niggas b*tches, and they know it too, that's why I'm confused
I was stackin', gettin' money when I was in school
Went to sellin' packs from jackin', then made rappin' cool
Lookin' up to rich niggas, let me rock they jewels
Got the game from real steppers, that's why I walk with tools
Never let these b*tches knock me off my pivot, spin 'em
DM her best friend, I'm tryna get up in her, kill it
Rapping like an expert but I just be doin' it to blow off in it
Two thousand on all my denim, I'm always working, I'm never chillin'
Made a killing off a killing, put a million on his head
Gotta look out for his children, he got picked up by the feds
Give a f*ck 'bout he say, she say, I don't wanna hear about what they said
And G5 just said he brought the pints, I'm through with sippin' red

(24Heavy & Rylo Rodriguez)
I'ma ride for my niggas, wrong or right
Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide
Pistol on my side, I can't let 'em kill my vibe
Niggas pickin' sides and these niggas switchin' sides
I promise I'ma ride
We tread spin, bullets flyin'
Even at the red light, his mama still can't stop from cryin'
If my chain fell out my pocket the only way I drop a dime
I know Ray Charles had it good, he ain't never had to see a homicide

(24Heavy)
I come from the bottom like the curb do
Got 'em in they feelings, it's so personal
Ride with that fire, can't let 'em swerve you
Gotta watch your own back, can't let 'em hurt you, haha
Shooters on the roof that'll murk you
And I, treat 'em like my son, like I birth you
When I was runnin' through the street, it was on curfew
And all them times I had him down, I could've murked you
Before I went and did my time in the feds
I was skippin' school that's why I was upset
I was trappin' on Sunset on the hill, I couldn't beg
Keep that fire by my side, yeah, you know I ain't scared, yeah
You know how I play it

(24Heavy & Rylo Rodriguez)
I'ma ride for my niggas, wrong or right
Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide
Pistol on my side, I can't let 'em kill my vibe
Niggas pickin' sides and these niggas switchin' sides
I promise I'ma ride
We tread spin, bullets flyin'
Even at the red light, his mama still can't stop from cryin'
If my chain fell out my pocket the only way I drop a dime
I know Ray Charles had it good, he ain't never had to see a homicide

(Rylo Rodriguez)
Hit a one way, went to leave school, that's the only way to go
We stopped goin' to football practice, we found another way to score
See I'm tired of seein' my niggas in dirt, but they ain't from Chicago
And Billy died sober shootin' dice, hear what I'm sayin', I'm hollow
And my niggas went to snortin' coke, I remember pourin' up in Fanta
Asking God why that cat geeked, I don't never get no answers
I be wantin' to get my bros out that slammer, but they ain't like Tyson Chandler
They play with it, we gon' knock they lights out, watch 'em put down candles, hah

(24Heavy)
I'ma ride for my niggas, wrong or right
Devil in my eyes, you can see him when we slide
Pistol on my side, I can't let 'em kill my vibe
Niggas pickin' sides and these niggas switchin' sides
I promise I'ma ride, yeah

Terjemahan Quality Control & Lil Baby feat Rylo Rodriguez & 24Heavy - Ride :

Quality Control & Lil Yachty feat Offset & Mango Foo - Killin’ Time

Artist	:   Quality Control & Lil Yachty feat Offset & Mango Foo
Title	:   Killin’ Time
Cipt	:   Mango Foo, EarlOnTheBeat, Lil Yachty & Offset
Album	:   Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 2
Dirilis	:   2019

(Lil Yachty & Mango Foo)
Earl on the beat
Yup
Migo Gang, Boat Gang
Young nigga come out the house with 20 chains, 10 rings
Yup, gang, gang, gang
Stupid!
Uh, uh, uh (Okay)

(Lil Yachty)
Step on the pedal, my dog out the kennel
Real diamonds cover up all of the metal
Send out my men, turn your wife to a widow
Come through yo' window with chops and extendos
We not friends, gang, kinfolk
I'm in Virgina, Pharrell, Norfolk
Run to the bag, your new nigga a slowpoke (Ooh)
Bro in the car, not for fun but the gun tote (Ayy)
Lil Yachty fly and so cool that your son wrote
Beat on your b*tch, break her back 'til it's no more
Richer than most, take a trip in a G4 (Yeah)
I'm goin' crazy, Barkley, CeeLo
I'm in a ocean, rockin', steamboat (Woo)
Got this lil' b*tch, suckin', deepthroat
Stay with my brothers, Michael, Tito
Shoutout my slime, what's up Sito?

(Lil Yachty)
I slap, right?
(Shuh, shay, shay, shay, shay)
Okay

(Offset)
Hey
Switch out my cars like I switch up my b*tches (Switch)
She pop a bar and she suck out my kids (Ooh)
I dropped the top off the coupe (Coupe)
Girls goin' wild 'cause I'm flashin' all titties (Who)
50 on the pinky, that's a pretty, pretty penny (Penny)
Hit 'em with the stick, might get a life sentence (Stick)
Trappin' out the bando when the windows all tinted (Tinted)
What you say? Hit 'em with the 5 'fore he finish (What you say?)
Drippin' in diamonds, VVS (Water)
Smokin' on Cookie from Nexus (Cookie)
Boogers, they cut through my fleshes (Baguettes)
We go retarded, dyslexic (Retarded)
Catch him when he gettin' off the exit (Brr, brr, brr)
Hit your b*tch, ran with her, it's a pick six (Woo)
All gang and the gang gon' blitz shit (Gang)
I got the white and the brown, that's a mixed b*tch (Mixed)
White grits on the right and the left wrist (White)
Pop shit, we gon' add you to the hitlist (Brr)
Choppa get to poppin', spittin' like it got a lisp
Discontinue all you niggas like the Activis (Hey)

(Mango Foo)
Running through the money, tryna break the bank
Right wrist water, and my neck like a fish tank (Fish tank)
When I'm on the block, big bank take lil' bank (Take lil' bank)
Sippin' on the drank, double cup, no Kool-Aid
And we takin' shots at a nigga like 2K (Pew, pew)
Whippin' straight drop out the pot, no due date
Lost my top, tryna find it on the freeway (Skrt, skrt)
Run the money up with my team like a relay
Jump in the coupe do a drag race (Drag race)
These niggas keep goin' out the sad way (The sad way)
Do no talkin', let's see what the MAC say (What the MAC say)
A whole lotta blue faces, no sad day (Cash)
And the garage it look like a dealership (Skrt)
You can't get in my gang, need a membership (Gang)
Too much money involved, you can't interfere (Can't interfere)
And I'm sippin' on syrup, not no Benadryl (Not no Benadryl)

(Lil Yachty)
Stupid, yeah

Terjemahan Quality Control & Lil Yachty feat Offset & Mango Foo - Killin’ Time :

Quality Control & Kollision - Bait

Artist	:   Quality Control & Kollision
Title	:   Bait
Cipt	:   Kollision
Album	:   Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 2
Dirilis	:   2019

Zeron
Yeah, Yaw
Easy money man
Ayy, who the f*ck is Narquise?

I got racks (Racks), b*tch, that bait (Bait)
Me and three b*tches on a double date (Double, double, double)
Treat my b*tches like I do my Rollie face (Switch 'em up, up)
Send a b*tch and be away, but it's not a chase
Why would I lie? (Why?) Why would I lie? (Why?)
Forgiatos on a truck, the b*tch sit high (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
The pu*sy good, but the head extra fire (Extra fire)
I'm in the kitchen with that biscuit, that's that fire (Bow, bow, bow)

Face car, would I clean my face?
After I f*ck then she gotta give me my space
4-4-2 my motor, you don't wanna race
I got all type of b*tches, different race
And they pretty, we go and get it, ain't leavin' no trace
She let me send the pack, I'm sleeping in her place
We go tit for tat and raise the murder rate
I want cake, I ain't talkin' funnel cake
I got racks, f*ck the bait, she can't help not to pass
Got some niggas wipe your nose and your ass, lil' nigga
Tunnel vision, you ain't talkin' about them racks, go figure
Broke my pot, ran spot, crackin' the pan, no simmer

I got racks (Racks), b*tch, that bait (Bait)
Me and three b*tches on a double date (Double, double, double)
Treat my b*tches like I do my Rollie face (Switch 'em up, up)
Send a b*tch and be away, but it's not a chase
Why would I lie? (Why?) Why would I lie? (Why?)
Forgiatos on a truck, the b*tch sit high (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
The pu*sy good, but the head extra fire (Extra fire)
I'm in the kitchen with that biscuit, that's that fire (Bow, bow, bow)

Poppin' percs, that shit got me itchy, itchy, itchy
I want paper, that shit got me with the itchy fingers
My lil' buddy, he get ugly with his trigger finger
My lil' slutty, she like muddy when I'm diggin' deeper
Put these Percs on her tongue
Puttin' in work, then do a song
Make her squirt before I cum
Paper route, no TomTom
I need bags, lump sum
Give me them racks, lump sum
Bet on a bag, stick got drums
I put up figures and count with thumbs

I got racks (Racks), b*tch, that bait (Bait)
Me and three b*tches on a double date (Double, double, double)
Treat my b*tches like I do my Rollie face (Switch 'em up, up)
Send a b*tch and be away, but it's not a chase
Why would I lie? (Why?) Why would I lie? (Why?)
Forgiatos on a truck, the b*tch sit high (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
The pu*sy good, but the head extra fire (Extra fire)
I'm in the kitchen with that biscuit, that's that fire (Bow, bow, bow)

Terjemahan Quality Control & Kollision - Bait :

Quality Control, Dayytona Fox & YRN Lingo - Shoulder

Artist	:   Quality Control, Dayytona Fox & YRN Lingo
Title	:   Shoulder
Cipt	:   Ayolump, Dayytona Fox & YRN Lingo
Album	:   Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 2
Dirilis	:   2019

(YRN Lingo & Dayytona Fox)
She tried to get up but I bent that b*tch over
Causin' trouble in these streets, swervin' a Rover
And I'm right up on your ass, gang, gang, yeah it's over
I say she the chosen one, "Why boy?", because I chose her
Ever since I got older, I hate to be sober
Got older, I hate to be sober
And we put a big body b*tch, just like a boulder
Do it again, do it again
Better watch over your shoulder

(Dayytona Fox)
Gon' hit the backdrop, gon' hit the backdrop
Give me top in my lap, now that's a laptop
And we get lit (We get lit), like I was a match box
And you know I ain't gonna call no b*tch, better put that shit in the stash spot
I know these niggas waitin' for me, I got music I could drop
I got Balmain jeans, you can see these fat knots
SRT real hot when I swerve up out the lot
We gon' see if you real when I put you on the spot
(Somebody stop him)
Go have lunch, yeah, go have fun, so b*tch, I'ma do it all night
You know what I do in the SRT, we'll then go swerve your block
And I don't give a f*ck 'bout a stupid lil' b*tch, no, no, no, I do not
I don't know what the f*ck
I'ma get my secure, better get your slot, damn
I remember old man sitting by the Texaco
He told me one day I gotta eat up all my vegetables
Ever since that day he told me I eat it up just like a Lunchable
Now, look at me, big and strong, feelin' like Mr. Incredible

(YRN Lingo & Dayytona Fox)
She tried to get up but I bent that b*tch over
Causin' trouble in these streets, swervin' a Rover
And I'm right up on your ass, gang, gang, yeah it's over
I say she the chosen one, "Why boy?", because I chose her
Ever since I got older, I hate to be sober
Got older, I hate to be sober
And we put a big body b*tch, just like a boulder
Do it again, do it again
Better watch over your shoulder

Terjemahan Quality Control, Dayytona Fox & YRN Lingo - Shoulder :

Quality Control & Jordan Hollywood - Testament

Artist	:   Quality Control & Jordan Hollywood
Title	:   Testament
Cipt	:   Smash David & Jordan Hollywood
Album	:   Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 2
Dirilis	:   2019

Got it on smash

My mom call me crying, say she barely know me no more and I tell her I'm sorry
I'm addicted to working, I'm prolly recording or bustin' a move when you call me
I gotta do better but I got so many people and they all leaning on me, ayy
Way that you saw me, I swear that you awe me and everybody on the chart
Did a song with Lil Baby, I went to the hood, shot the video right in the trenches
Had a Glock on my hip, like I missed my due date, you know I gotta keep an extension
It's QC for life, but until I get right, I'm just grinding and keeping my distance
So much food on the table but won't grab a plate until I do my thing in the kitchen
If I hit yo' b*tch from the back then that's a collision
Hit and run, I take off then I go missin'
I'ma OG like Parker, first one seen the vision, yeah
And you're from Miami, you're scammin' the pen
And my rims is awesome, Forgiatos, they tempt me
Me and Yachty don't really talk much 'cause we different
But for you, I pull that pistol out in a second
Keep a nine, just like Marla, you might end up missing (Missing)
Might end up missing, I bought my b*tch a Chloe bag and some Christians
Hope she never catch me cheating like Tristan
Gotta stay strapped like he's cookin' the tip
That b*tch ass fake, but it look realistic
I don't take meds no more, b*tch, I'm holistic
I drop my gun on a rapper, artistic
I got that money, it's dumb, it's autistic
Gotta put people on, gotta keep flippin'
Really to me, that's the only statistic that you should care about
Empire building and you cannot tear it down
If you got problems then we find your whereabouts
Like we hot boxing, you know we gon' air it out (Yeah)
Like we hot boxing, you know we gon' air it out, air it out, yeah
Used to love me, but you judge me like Aaron now (That's deep)
You used to listen but you 'bout to hear it now (Wow)
You won't even hear me out, that f*ck shit get canceled out
We was both on the road to the money, you mad at me 'cause I took better routes
Shout out to P, feel like I won a Grammy the night that you gave me my chain
We got a lot in common 'cause we both know what it's like being betrayed
I see that shit that you goin' through, sometimes it make me afraid of the fame
But it's the life that I chose so there's really no one but myself I could blame
Before the deal, I had 3400 dollars to my name (Me)
Gave you a place you could sleep, gave you clothes you could wear and put food on your plate (You)
When you was fightin' the charge, who was the one that made sure your lawyer was paid? (Me)
Now you're writing statements 'bout me, I swear to God, I think about that shit every day (You)
Who was the person you called when you got into beef and you needed it handled? (Me)
Who used to wait so you could get a deal and when they got a deal they gon' cancel? (You)
Who was the one that you called when you had a gun pointed to your head in Atlanta? (Me)
Look what you've done, all your day ones, you burnt them all like a candle (You)
Who got they dollars up? (Me)
Who losing followers? (You)
Who took care of all of us? (Me)
Who could we never trust? (You)
Who's the one gave you the help? (Me)
Who signed a deal and got shelved? (You)
Who would write all of your lyrics? (Me)
Who was a muhf*ckin' parrot? (You)
Who picked you up from the hospital? (Me)
Who's f*ckin' parents was dodgin' 'em? (You)
Who introduced you to Hodge and 'em? (Me)
Who got a crew with the flaws in 'em? (You)
Who's chain is VVS diamonds? (Me)
Who's shine is fake and they lyin'? (You)
Who could make hits without tryin'? (Me)
Who left the studio cryin'? (You)

Terjemahan Quality Control & Jordan Hollywood - Testament :