Young Thug feat Juice WRLD - Mannequin Challenge

Artist	:   Young Thug feat Juice WRLD
Title	:   Mannequin Challenge
Cipt	:   T-Minus, J. Cole, Young Thug & Juice WRLD
Album	:   So Much Fun
Dirilis	:   2019

(Young Thug)
(You good, T-Minus?)
Uh

(Young Thug)
The Rolls Royce is grey, I've been callin' it granny
I copped that Lamb' truck and that b*tch panoramic (Skrt)
I'm f*ckin' on lil' shawty, mama, and granny
I'm takin' up space and they squish me like sandwiches
F*ck what I did, and f*ck all the damage
I'm tryna kill you and your kid and your mammy (Brr)
I just told the judge, "Man, f*ck what you talkin'"
And f*ck what you sayin', I'm smokin' these whammies (Ha)
These Percys, these Xannies, I'm pourin' up this Actavis (Woo)
I'm failin' this test every time (Yeah)
I fingered this ho while we ridin' (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to expose you with rhymes (Yeah)
I came out the zoo with these guys (Yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (Yeah)
Get out the way when they come (Yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (Woo)

(Young Thug & Juice WRLD)
I just did a week in jail and I caught me three new b*tches (No cap)
Before you knew Dapper Dan, b*tch, I was Grandpa Drippin' (On God)
I had a million dollars stashed away in a spot on the westside (Woo)
I bulletproofed the whole car, the stickers on the windows and all of the tires (Yeah)
I gave a million dollars to my dawg, now a nigga worldwide (Yeah)
Yeah, I got a collar on my hoes
I'm puttin' diamonds on her toes
Nigga, we came from cookin' noodles on the stove (Woo, woo, woo)

(Young Thug)
The Rolls Royce is grey, I've been callin' it granny
I copped that Lamb' truck and that b*tch panoramic (Skrrt)
I'm f*ckin' on lil' shawty, mama, and granny
I'm takin' up space and they squish me like sandwiches
F*ck what I did, and f*ck all the damage
I'm tryna kill you and your kid and your mammy (Brr)
I just told the judge, "Man, f*ck what you talkin'"
And f*ck what you sayin', I'm smokin' these whammies (Ha)
These Percys, these Xannies, I'm pourin' up this Actavis (Woo)
I'm failin' this test every time (Yeah)
I fingered this ho while we ridin' (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to expose you with rhymes (Yeah)
I came out the zoo with these guys (Yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (Yeah)
Get out the way when they come (Yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (Woo)

(Juice WRLD)
Off of the Perc' and the Xan' again, yeah (Yeah)
Walk in the sky like I'm Anakin, yeah (Yeah)
Double G on me like mannequin, yeah (Yeah)
Make 'em freeze like a mannequin challenge in here (Yeah)
Me and slime dealin' and dash (Yeah)
Kidnap the children and murder the parents (Yeah)
I went to Mexico, I brought the pesos (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
F*cked her, say hola, screamin' in Spanish (Yeah)
I got the tool, no Handy Manny (Chk-chk, grra)
You and your Jack sound like you Randy (Grra)
I told that b*tch to go swallow my kids
I don't even wanna have no family (Yeah)
It's me and Thugger, we rulin' the planet, yeah
We goin' harder than granite
Money old enough to f*ck up your granny, yeah
I might go f*ck on your granny

(Young Thug)
The Rolls Royce is grey, I've been callin' it granny
I copped that Lamb' truck and that b*tch panoramic (Skrt)
I'm f*ckin' on lil' shawty, mama, and granny
I'm takin' up space and they squish me like sandwiches
F*ck what I did, and f*ck all the damage
I'm tryna kill you and your kid and your mammy (Brr)
I just told the judge, "Man, f*ck what you talkin'"
And f*ck what you sayin', I'm smokin' these whammies (Ha)
These Percys, these Xannies, I'm pourin' up this Actavis (Woo)
I'm failin' this test every time (Yeah)
I fingered this ho while we ridin' (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to expose you with rhymes (Yeah)
I came out the zoo with these guys (Yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (Yeah)
Get out the way when they come (Yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (Woo)

Terjemahan Young Thug feat Juice WRLD - Mannequin Challenge :

Young Thug feat J. Cole & Travis Scott - The London

Artist	:   Young Thug feat J. Cole & Travis Scott
Title	:   The London
Cipt	:   Young Thug, J. Cole, Travis Scott & T-Minus
Album	:   So Much Fun
Dirilis	:   2019

(J. Cole)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, woah
Woah, woah
Oh
(You good, T-Minus?)
Oh

(Travis Scott)
Me-meet me at The London
If you find time, we can run one
Talk about some things we can't undo
You just send the pin, I can find you
6'1", on the money, 9'2"
You just say the word and I'll run through
Two texts, no reply, that's when I knew
I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew

(J. Cole)
Yeah, circumnavigate the globe as the cash grows (Grow)
Get a nigga whacked like you get the grass mowed (Mowed)
I'm talkin' slick when I'm with the Big Slime, nigga (Slime)
Could hit your b*tch, you could never hit mine, nigga (Mine)
In my DM, they electric slide, nigga (Huh, slide)
No catfishin', this is not a fish fry, nigga
Never switch sides on my dog
Catch a contact, hitch a ride, go to Mars
Everybody sing
How could you come up out your face
And say I ain't the hardest nigga you done ever heard?
I left a flock of rappers dead and buried
A verse from me is like 11 birds
Just did the math, that's like two thousand dollars every word
I'm on the verge, I'll beat the charge
I killed some niggas and I walked away from it
Then I observe, just how you curve
Then told the nigga that they gotta wait for it
"I know-I know you in high demand"
I'm ballin' on a pu*sy nigga like Juwanna Mann
I'm drownin' all inside the pu*sy like I never swam
Ayy, f*ck your IG, I put somethin' on your sonogram
I'm the man, ayy, ayy

(Travis Scott)
Me-meet me at The London
If you find time, we can run one
Talk about some things we can't undo
You just send the pin, I can find you
6'1", on the money, 9'2"
You just say the word and I'll run through
Two texts, no reply, that's when I knew
I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew

(Young Thug)
Pimp talk, church talk, I can make a brick walk (Woo)
Up north, down south, Bankhead to Rachel Walk (Ayy)
Hit it with a little water, stretch it like a vocal cord
STD, I run my ward, f*ck a fed and his daughter (Let's go)
I'ma run the compound (Yeah)
I supply the cigarettes and bread (Woo)
I got a main and she gon' ride (Uh-huh)
She took a quarter and she fled (Uh)
I'm in the Lamb, so she gon' ride (Yeah)
I see the pain in shawty's light brown eyes (Ooh)
I'm at The London with some big thots
No fries, she eat steaks with the fish sides
Didn't your mama tell you when something on fire, stop, drop and roll? (Aw yeah)
I've been on the road like a pair of spinners at Stop-N-Go's (Yeah)
I could charge 'em like a Dodge Hemi Demon
Got your broad in the garage eatin' semen
Every time a nigga go back to the ward
Niggas act like they want start
And we leave them on the cement (Grra, grra)

(Travis Scott)
Me-meet me at The London
If you find time, we can run one
Talk about some things we can't undo
You just send the pin, I can find you
6'1", on the money, 9'2"
You just say the word and I'll run through
Two texts, no reply, that's when I knew
I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew

(Travis Scott)
I, crash down, we get money (Hey)
For the full town (Woah, when you won't play, I)
I decided, for the full side (Hoes will say)
And they know, I might (And fly, I...)
Get down, might (Don't play)
See the whole town every time, I... (Oh, every day)
Yeah, they know what's up (Folks will say)

Terjemahan Young Thug feat J. Cole & Travis Scott - The London :

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)

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Quality Control, Mango Foo & Offset - Get Em In

Artist	:   Quality Control, Mango Foo & Offset
Title	:   Get Em In
Cipt	:   Murda Beatz, Mango Foo & Offset
Album	:   Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 2
Dirilis	:   2019

(Mango Foo & Baka Not Nice)
Murda on the beat, so it's not nice
Yeah,  yeah, yeah
Woah,  woah
Yeah, yeah

(Mango Foo)
I can get 'em in, where the mail at? (Where the mail at?)
Loud  pack, kush pack, smell that? (Smell that?)
We  be still servin', where 12 at? (Where 12 at?)
Pull up, burnt out Hellcat (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Hella  racks, make a bitch run tell that (Run tell that)
Gunshots fire-fire, nigga, back-back (Fire-fire-fire-fire)
Don't give the nigga somethin', let him sell that (Let him sell that)
I ain't goin' back and forth, get a nigga whacked (Bow-bow-bow-bow)
Get  it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (Get 'em in, gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (Get 'em in, gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (Get 'em in, gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (Gotta get 'em gone)
Nigga try to get my cheese, ratatat-tat (Try to get cheese)
Bring a bitch to her knees, tell her hold that (To-to her knees)
Watch me hold this shit down like Funk Flex (Like Funk Flex)
I be on the other side of town movin' mo' packs (Movin' mo' packs)

(Mango Foo)
I got it in now I'm out of here, I'm out of here
Nigga can't see his home, way too far gone
And once I get the money out of here, I'm out of here
And I ain't tryna kill you 'cause the vibe ain't too strong
I be feelin' like I'm Al Capone
I don't really like the nigga tone
Kill his pop and all up at your home
Put him on a plate, now that nigga gone
I'ma watch the whole trap from a drone
Big sacks, quarterbacks, on a roll
I want ice, bling bling on cold
White gold, rose gold, rose gold
Poured up an eight of the syrup
Bitch, I'm too fly like a bird
Front you a bag on the credit
I need my check on the first
Bring 'em in, we get 'em out of here
If you ain't got no money, get out of here
Please don't come to my trap with that lollygagging
If somebody get shot, I don't know what happened
And my youngins control the traffic
Watch me rip off a ho with plastic
And these niggas they know, ain't no jackin'
My lil' bitch got a nine in her jacket, shit can get drastic

(Mango Foo & Offset)
I can get 'em in, where the mail at? (Where the mail at?)
Loud pack, kush pack, smell that? (Smell that?)
We be still servin', where 12 at? (Where 12 at?)
Pull up, burnt out Hellcat (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Hella racks, make a bitch run tell that (Run tell that)
Gunshots fire-fire, nigga, back-back (Fire-fire-fire-fire)
Don't give the nigga somethin', let him sell that (Let him sell that)
I ain't goin' back and forth, get a nigga whacked (Bow-bow-bow-bow)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (Get 'em out of here)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (Get 'em out of here)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (Woo)
Nigga try to get my cheese, ratatat-tat (Hey)
Bring a bitch to her knees, tell her hold that
Watch me hold this shit down like Funk Flex (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
I be on the other side of town movin' mo' packs

(Offset)
Uh, throw the Patek on my arm, I got more racks
Playin' with the choppa, nigga hold that
You got a hundred to my million, you can't fold that
Smokin' on a Backwood, nigga lookin' like a ball bat
Eat it up, I put it on a platter
Yellow diamonds on my wrist, it's lookin' like your bladder, yeah
Drip, drip, drip in Margielas
Migo Gang we movin' like the mob, good fellas
Yeah, wings on the coupe, shit
I done made ten million out the booth, shit
My kids got a fund, I'm a fool, shit
I'm payin' out the funds for her boots
I'm up, up, up, like a jewel, yeah
The AP boog', yeah
Ridin' with 12, see 'em board the jet
Cover all the raw stone, yeah
Told that bitch to ride my wave like a jetski
Bitches fiendin' for the dope, they want the recipe
I be layin' on her bun like a sesame
And my Moncler green like a cloverleaf
Got these VVS's wet, and they chokin' me
Splash, splash, shawty keep on soakin' me
Do the dash in a Wraith, you gon' notice me
Watch your bitch, she bad, just courtesy, hey

(Mango Foo)
I can get 'em in, where the mail at? (Where the mail at?)
Loud pack, kush pack, smell that? (Smell that?)
We be still servin', where 12 at? (Where 12 at?)
Pull up, burnt out Hellcat (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Hella racks, make a bitch run tell that (Run tell that)
Gunshots fire-fire, nigga, back-back (Fire-fire-fire-fire)
Don't give the nigga somethin', let him sell that (Let him sell that)
I ain't goin' back and forth, get a nigga whacked (Bow-bow-bow-bow)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (Get 'em in, gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (Get 'em in, gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (Get 'em in, gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (Gotta get 'em gone)
Nigga try to get my cheese, ratatat-tat (Try to get cheese)
Bring a bitch to her knees, tell her hold that (To-to her knees)
Watch me hold this shit down like Funk Flex (Like Funk Flex)
I be on the other side of town movin' mo' packs (Movin' mo' packs)

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Quality Control & Marlo - Big Bag

Artist	:   Quality Control & Marlo
Title	:   Big Bag
Cipt	:   Marlo
Album	:   Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 2
Dirilis	:   2019

Who made this beat?
Twysted Genius, baby
Drank

Flood the block with the work, we tryna get it off
And the old heads say we too gangsta, that boy done popped your noggin
And that young nigga say he want beef, I ain't quittin' 'til I stop you (Don't stop)
They say you stashed the work in the car, mane, fast, pop, lock and drop 'em
Thousand pounds of weed, we gettin' bitches so we missin' the beat (Okay)
Niggas still sellin'
Fuck with your boy, made a million out that Honda Accord (Milli')
Shout out to Tory, know real d-boys praise him like the Lord (Uh)
I was servin' the block on Tuesday and Thursday, but 12 made life (Shit)
With a dime and a brick, couldn't take the water, he need a fishin' rod (Go fishin')
Country ass nigga, they got me in my bag, nigga (In my bag)
Drop, drop a 28 in 35 and call it Glad, nigga (Straight)

I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, "Shit, yeah" (I'm like, "Shit, yeah")
My bitch say I'm thuggin', I'm like, "Bitch, yeah" (I'm like, "Bitch, yeah")
Any time she need some money, I'm like, "Bitch, here" (I'm like, "Bitch, here")
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, bitch
I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, "Shit, yeah" (I'm like, "Shit, yeah")
My bitch say I'm thuggin', I'm like, "Bitch, yeah" (I'm like, "Bitch, yeah")
Any time she need some money, I'm like, "Bitch, here" (I'm like, "Bitch, here")
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, bitch

He-he spend a little, I spend a lot on tryna whip a block
And young say it's smoke with the opps, I tell 'em, "Spin their block"
Switch on all them Glicks, nigga, we ain't sparin' not nan' nigga (No, no)
And I remember I stacked up a hundred, felt like I had a million (Racks)
It came from water whippin' (Whippin')
JoJo would wash the dishes (Okay)
Judo, Baby Dough and Slim was right there in the kitchen (My bros)
And I don't know how I did it (Nah)
When I'm, when I'm cookin' that work, nigga, I'm a real chemist (Chemist)
Nigga, don't you forget it (Ah)
On the west side, nigga, I made my stripes
In 9th Ward, nigga, I sold my white (Okay)
Serve a half, whole, get caught with blow, you gotta roll them dices (Roll 'em)
Say that your dawg crossed you out for a bitch, know that ain't right
I've been livin' that high life, gettin' high off life (Off life)

I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, "Shit, yeah" (I'm like, "Shit, yeah")
My bitch say I'm thuggin', I'm like, "Bitch, yeah" (I'm like, "Bitch, yeah")
Any time she need some money, I'm like, "Bitch, here" (I'm like, "Bitch, here")
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, bitch
I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, "Shit, yeah" (I'm like, "Shit, yeah")
My bitch say I'm thuggin', I'm like, "Bitch, yeah" (I'm like, "Bitch, yeah")
Any time she need some money, I'm like, "Bitch, here" (I'm like, "Bitch, here")
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, bitch

I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, "Shit, yeah"
My bitch say I'm thuggin', I'm like, "Bitch, yeah"
Any time she need some money, I'm like, "Bitch, here"
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, bitch

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Quality Control & Duke Deuce feat Tay Keith - Grab a...

Artist	:   Quality Control & Duke Deuce feat Tay Keith
Title	:   Grab a...
Cipt	:   Duke Deuce & Tay Keith
Album	:   Quality Control: Control the Streets, Vol. 2
Dirilis	:   2019

(Duke Deuce, Lil' Juice & Drake)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Tay Keith‚ this too hard
What the fuck?

Bitch‚ I'm a‚ bitch, I'm a vet, reppin' my set
Hopped out the jet‚ ice on my neck (Ice on my neck)
Grabbin' the TEC, keep it on deck (Keep it on deck)
He say it's smoke, then I'm leavin' him wet (Leavin' 'em wet)
Holla at me folk‚ it's for the low (It's for the low)
I put on a show to go to the store (Go to the store)
You can't see this shit, this bitch'll get ghost (Go ghost)
Don't hit the blue lights 'cause you don't want no smoke
Nigga, I'm the illest in the city
Even got the nuns fuckin' with me
Flippin', hell nah, I'm committed
Know some niggas rob for a livin'
Guts off-white, call it chitlins (Ugh)
Let 'em hate and nut up on their bitches (Ugh)
Nigga got a problem, get up with me
Nigga got a problem, get up with me (Bitch)

Fire up the Glock and hit your block
And let the Hellcat stop (Ayy, ayy)
It's much respect, you get your guap
You flip the weed or rock
Don't come at me (Don't come at me)
Don't come at me hot about a thot
Get knocked up out your sock (Uh)
Just look what I got, I iced my watch
This bitch don't tick or tock (Uh)
Fire up the Glock and hit your block
And let the Hellcat stop (Ayy, ayy)
It's much respect, you get your guap
You flip the weed or rock
Don't come at me (Don't come at me)
Don't come at me hot about a thot
Get knocked up out your sock (Uh)
Just look what I got, I iced my watch
This bitch don't tick or tock (Uh)

Shawty got raw head (Shawty got raw head)
Pussy be bald head (Pussy be bald head)
Bricks got bounce like bullfrogs (Bullfrogs)
Trippin' like a bulldog
With some quiet ass niggas, they'll fool y'all (They'll fool y'all)
Yeah, might shoot y'all (Nigga might shoot y'all)
Wanna be a shooter? I'll recruit y'all (I'll recruit y'all)
Come to my city, they'll boo y'all (Boo y'all)
Prada with the Fendi, (Fendi)
No, it ain't a gimmick (Gimmick)
Sport, no spinnin' (Spinnin')
Geek'd up engine (Engine)
Blacked on black (Black)
Bat up outta Hell (Hell)
All my packs just came through the mail
Fuck up the weekend, I know you see me
Bitch, I been eatin', diamonds be speakin'
Don't get to reachin', we get to peepin'
Choppas for defense, you get the beatin'

Fire up the Glock and hit your block
And let the Hellcat stop (Ayy, ayy)
It's much respect, you get your guap
You flip the weed or rock
Don't come at me (Don't come at me)
Don't come at me hot about a thot
Get knocked up out your sock (Uh)
Just look what I got, I iced my watch
This bitch don't tick or tock (Uh)
Fire up the Glock and hit your block
And let the Hellcat stop (Ayy, ayy)
It's much respect, you get your guap
You flip the weed or rock
Don't come at me (Don't come at me)
Don't come at me hot about a thot
Get knocked up out your sock (Uh)
Just look what I got, I iced my watch
This bitch don't tick or tock (Uh)

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