Ghetto Heisman

No Huddle

GANGWAY

Fart 808

Lyrixxx:

[Chorus]
No, I'm not regular (No)
Got too rich makin' mixes off my cellular (Yeah)
I'm the new topic, like, who tellin' her? (Who tellin' her?)
Don't try steppin' to me, you gon' end up gettin' hurt (Yeah)
How I come around and make your shit look off brand? (Yeah)
Nah, you can't stop that
And if it's smoke, babygirl, you need to drop that (Yeah)
'Cause I might fuck around and drop that

[Verse]
They sayin' Molly got hits and them other girls ain't on shit (Yeah)
I don't gotta do too much just to get them lit, I been it (Yeah)
Promise my name gon' stick, glued to the pape', now I'm gon' seal her lips (Yeah)
All that talking shit, better be ready to back that, bitch (Yeah)
Keep on throwing stones, me and my niggas, we brought sticks (Yeah)
Your words never hurt, I really ain't that sensitive (Yeah)
I really took that risk, tested my luck, got them dividends (Yeah)
Got it down, I perfected it, step to me, don't recommend
Step to me, better have some sense (Uh, uh, uh)
Step to me, ho, you must be dense (Uh, uh, uh)
Better get with me or you're gettin' left (Uh, uh, uh)
Better get with me or send that diss (Uh, uh, uh)

[Chorus]
No, I'm not regular
Got too rich makin' mixes off my cellular
I'm the new topic, like, who tellin' her?
Don't try steppin' to me, you gon' end up gettin' hurt
No, I'm not regular (No)
Got too rich makin' mixes off my cellular (Yeah)
I'm the new topic, like, who tellin' her? (Who tellin' her?)
Don't try steppin' to me, you gon' end up gettin' hurt (Yeah)
How I come around and make your shit look off brand? (Yeah)
Nah, you can't stop that
And if it's smoke, babygirl, you need to drop that (Yeah)
'Cause I might fuck around and drop that

[Outro]
No, I'm not regular
Mixes off my cellular
No, I'm not regular

Molly Santana - Not Regular [Emo Flipp + Prod. DJ Klamp]

Lyrixxx:

[Intro]
This for all the niggas that got a problem with me (Yeah)
I don't do the talking, catch me up in traffic (Yeah)
My pistol make you famous (Yeah, yeah), Fredo Santana (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
They keep tryna play with Molly, play with Molly, play with Molly (Yeah)
I don't do the ball hogging and I been ballin' hard
Call me shot callin' (Yeah)
Stack my money tall, like 10 stories
Earned it hard, and I still kept ballin' (Yeah)
Everyday I hear the streets callin'
If I don't answer they gon' keep callin' (Yeah)
Maybach got my feet reclined, never seen a crib declinin' (Uh-huh)
Off a blood, I'ma keep it huntin' (Uh-huh)
Fuck nigga mouth better keep runnin' (Uh-huh)
My bands come in clutch, keep drummin' (Uh-huh)
Hotel lobby keep jumpin' (Uh-huh)
Don't gotta ask if she comin' (Uh-huh)
Done had that ho keep runnin' (Uh-huh)

[Bridge]
Get to his face, I'm havin' them handles (Yeah)
Handle it (Molly), handle it, handle it (Grr)
Get to his face, I'm havin' them handles (Handle it, yeah)
Handle it (Grr), handle it, handle it (Grr)

[Verse 2]
I'm havin' them handles (Molly), we ballin' on niggas
The way she keep runnin' (Handle it)
Ho might need to settle, you make me go settle
I get it, I'm havin', been putting in work (Handle it)
Bitch, you stepped like a sandle, you tried and ain't landed
Get fly as a pilot, that stack gettin' messy (Handle it; molly)
Them plaques, boy I'm grabbing, these niggas stay wishin'
You want smoke? Then I'm takin', I get it regardless (Handle it)
You niggas ain't havin' (Handle it, handle it)

[Bridge]
I step every time, this shit not no act (Handle it, yeah, handle it)
Lil' nigga ain't even got no Dior (Handle it)
Keep talkin' 'bout me, you just a peon (Handle it)
Ain't heard one song, ain't much to speak on (Handle it)
If you lose judgment, better hope I don't freak one (Handle it; freak one)

[Verse 3]
Fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round, sleep one (Handle it, handle it)
Fuck, it's been a long time, you ain't never gon' be one (Handle it, handle it)
Fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round, fuck 'round, sleep one (Handle it, handle it)
Fuck, it's been a long time, you ain't never gon' be one (Handle it, handle it)

Molly Santana - Handle It [Squidrific Flipp + Prod. DJ Klamp]

lxstk1 - iCarly’s Quesadillas [Mav-t Flipp + Prod. DJ Klamp]

Lyrixxx:


Uh, it's lonely at the top, lot of people are watching and want me to flop
I'm telling the kids, if I can do it then anyone can 'cause I came from none
One stop and search away from the block
In this life I don't feel fear, only man that can make me afraid is God

Uh, negative press on the shaderoom, anything good, it don't make the blogs
They didn't sit at the table when it was chicken shop
Now it's steak and lobster edamame and Pan-Asian cod
My first bedroom smaller than a jail cell, now the crib's on a ten-acre plot
First time I committed a crime was petty, I couldn't afford what the trainers cost
First time I sold crack I was just sixteen, witnessing that at that age was wrong
Detached myself from every emotion, hoping I'll get my paper long
One brick phone, one iPhone, no sim
Listening to the same old song
I'm jumping the barriers, if the inspector get on the train, I'm gone

Now the whip that I'm in's an impatient one
Put my foot on the gas when the light goes amber
Try touch me and guns will shoot
We don't do kung fu and fight like panda
My guy's a convicted criminal
So he gotta hide from cameras
All of my bitches pretty as hell, I can start up a beauty pageant
How'd I end up all the way in Clapham, I started my day in NW2
Delivering food direct to your door, you can leave a review like Deliveroo
Sticks outside for a special occasion, nank on hip that's everyday shit
Gotta thank God that I never did

Dark and light, did sell it in twos
Before I got the invite to Mike Rubin's all white party, 4th of July
I was sat in the trap with a pack all night, cocaine fragrance, weren't dressed in white
Fifteen minutes away from the shot but I said that I'd get there in less than five
It gives me the ick when girls come around and try too hard to impress the guys
I sat and I told the Sony exec, if you give me a ten for a tape, I'll sign
Everything's gonna come to an end, when I counted an M, I was on cloud nine
If it weren't rap, I would've been a pimp, I look at a bitch and I see pound signs
Plus one thousand aura, even if I don't talk, they'll feel our vibe

Label execs don't care if we're murderers, long as your catalogue bringing in revenue
They'll sign you and when you go broke and end up in jail, they're quick to forget you
I can't worry 'bout album sales, I got serious shit that I'm trying to get through
How can they talk down on my name for trying to get paid, I'm playing a chess move
GTA, I'm using cheat codes
Cheat at school in exams, I'm fucked
I cheat on my wife, but how can you blame me, I cheated life
I weren't supposed to make it this far
I got no grades, I ain't even wise
Walk down Uxbridge Road, I reckon that one in three of these people high
Supply and demand, that's how I get by

She telling me how a trap boy's her type
I'm tryna not get too used to the life
I'm staying inside, avoiding the hype
So many gyal that are wanting to fuck, I'm turning them down, they're wondering why
I'm nonchalant, not shy
My entourage top five, I'm probably one of the
I've gotta be one of the greats
I'll get number one album, easy, it's not like the bar's set high these days
I came in the scene at an all-time low, I dunno but I think I revived the game
I've been praying that times will change
Premeditating a graceful exit, in the meantime, I'll try maintain
Alright

Central Cee - Top Freestyle [Osamason Flipp + Prod. DJ Klamp]

Lyrixxx:

[Verse 1]
Uh, take a vivid picture, no photos
Implement that shit into your mind, just so you know though
Sucker free living, I'ma say that that's the motto
So for any nigga on that sucker shit, I'm no ho bro
Might just have to drop a bomb, Han Solo
Got me bickin' back, being bool, Quasimoto
All about my paper gotta get my fucking dough ho
Always on the fucking go-go, you a bitch like Tony Romo
Niggas came around now they extinct like Dodos
Meanwhile I'm in New York fucking up SoHo
Just bagged a new chick, Caroline, nickname Coco
Took her to the telly now lil' baby going loco
She just give me face, ain't no fucking, that's a no-no
And she going thirty early, dirty, no soap though
I laugh at the haters, everything they say a joke though
And I'm screaming, Fuck 12, all these foul ass po-po, yeah, uh

[Chorus]
But nowadays I really miss my fucking idols, so that's the title
I grab a bible, pray for my rivals
Dead on arrival, I swear this shit to me like a cycle
Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital
I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs
And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm
And spit flames while also making it rain storm

[Verse 2]
You see I can't ignore it
And you niggas don't see it's in your brain to snore
And you sleep on me until you can't no more
And don't fake on me and try to play the boy
I don't know why I feel like nobody loves me
Or why they feel like my intention's something ugly
Or why I feel like everyone needs something from me
Or why I feel like everyone just saying fuck me
Or why I feel like the opposition gon' buss me
If I gave you my heart, would you still love me?
Lately, baby, I feel like nobody trust me
Is it just me?
Haha, yeah, hold up

[Chorus]
But nowadays I really miss my fucking idols, so that's the title
I grab a bible, pray for my rivals
Dead on arrival, I swear this shit to me like a cycle
Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital
I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs
And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm
And spit flames while also making it rain storm

Trippie Redd - Missing My Idols [Orchestra Flipp + Prod. DJ Klamp]

Lyrixxx:

Bra-brand new stick, had to shout out my Slatt
P-p-p-percs and the X, no goin' back
S-SRT, all-black like bat
Laugh to the bank, it's another bag
Laugh to the bank, it's another bag
Flex on bitches, y'all goin' out bad
Flex on bitches, y'all goin' out bad
Ho-how many hoes wanna fuck Lil' O?
Fl-fly to LA, make the Hellcat float
Smoke ten woods in the back, straight dope
Te-ten freaky hoes and they play with they nose
Nigga tried to run up, got sent to the floor
Bitch, I'm whippin' that fast shit, yeah
We sippin' on that Act'
Lil' O, back to the slime, to the trap
Threw a couple racks, put the gang on the map
Free my shooter, tryna catch two hats
Bih wanna kick it with slime? Say, "Slatt"
Got a few snakes up in the grass
Got that Drac', I'm bustin' that
Flip that whip, you better not crash
Glock-19 with a hundred-round mag
Glock-19 with a hundred-round mag
Okay, what's up then?
Say what's up to my jungle
Yeah, I came in with a Glock tucked
Say some shit, I spot you
Fucked my wrist, fucked the pot up
Fed kicked the door and fucked the spot up
Couple bands on new clothes, new Prada
Migo plug for the low, new product
Coppin' that shit, I'm ballin', yuh
Three phones, hella hoes callin', yuh
Slime just called, he all in, yuh
Bitch, I'm up, niggas switchin' up
Real deal slime, I don't give no fuck
Buy what I want 'cause I got that plug, bitch
Yuh, yuh, walk in the store, I buy it
Chrome Heart with Balenci' jeans
Can't find my cup, I miss the lean
Lobster Pizza for the team
Bitch a diva, she so mean
Brand-new check, upgrade my piece
Fuck that truck, had to save my peace, yuh
You don't know about me, yuh
Bracelet LV, yuh
On molly, I'm geeked
Bitch keep talkin' 'bout, "What you mean?"
Lil' O got cheese, yuh
Spend it on XYZ, yuh
Spend it on XYZ, yuh
Spend it on XYZ, yuh
Oh, you wanna say somethin'?
Bitch, come say somethin'
Come and chase 'em 'til we check some
I'm gon' face one, bitch, I'm next up
Lil' O face one, yeah

Osamason - Freestyle [UK Flipp v1 + Prod. DJ Klamp]

Lyrixxx:

[Intro]
Yeah, look
It's Lefty Gunplay
OTR, bouley superstar
Best ese rapper, look, yeah (I'm rich, bitch)

[Verse]
I think we make a perfect couple, what you think, I'm trouble?
Heart of a lion, I'm a soldier in the fuckin' jungle
Don't wear my heart on my feet 'cause every day is a struggle
And every time my name get brought up, they think I'm in trouble (Uh-oh)
No Russell Wilson, no Ciara, I don't wanna cuddle
I'm like the ese YG, four hundred up in the duffle
I'm callin' plays for OTR, in the fourth with no huddle (Omaha, hail mary)
I never paid for a feature, I got it off the muscle
I bought a bitch a BBL because she want her butt done
And when they seen us in the Lambo, they all wanna fuck us
Busta Rhymes, yeah
I'm at the Crypto Arena with RJ and Ty Dolla $ign
First off, it's rest in peace to Mac Dre
It's Gunplay, I had to do it for LA
I'm feelin' myself every time I'm with the gang
If you ain't from my city, then I can't even explain
The same grade, the same age, we maintain
That was my road dog and we became the same gang
I feel like Chito Rana$, baby, I want all the smoke
I thank Soulless every single day that my ass ain't broke
I remember I was in the trailer park without no hope (Straight up)
I say a prayer every day, fuck them mobile homes
And Soulless call me up every day like, "Your ass ain't home?" (Where you at?)
I swear to God I'm home, naw, I'm with a 304 (I'm home, man)
When we pull up to the light, everybody strapped (Grrah)
Push-to-start the Ferrari, got a 9 up on my lap
I'm sorry, mama, I'm starting to act worse than my dad (Oohwee)
I swear to God I wish my daughter had a better dad (Who, me?)
They call me Lefty Gunplay, on the gang, I know I'm that (It's Lefty Gunplay)
I'm Boosie Badazz in the hood, famous and I'm strapped
And I don't need nobody, bitch, I bust my own gun
My left wrist froze, my right wrist froze from the neck up (Bling, bling)
And fuck a bitch, I be trippin' 'bout a check, cuz (Yeah)
Check yourself 'fore you wreck yourself, on the set, cuz
Go, DJ, and that's my DJ (What?)
And Benjirow, that's my motherfuckin' DJ
Yeah, the hottest ese up under the sun
On the gang, I got drafted to OTR because I been the one (First-round draft pick)
Yeah, the chosen one (Yeah), the bouley on (That's me)
All these bitches on my dick and they so fuckin' sprung

[Outro]
It's OTR, R, bouley superstar, yeah
I'm so Sur, I don't need no motherfuckin' bodyguard, like
Yeah, what?
One of the only rappers, you could believe everything they motherfucking told you
It's Lefty Gunplay, yeah
Famous gangbanger
Running it up from like Tuesday to Tuesday
Yeah, what?
And we some famous gangbangers
I made it, mama, look
Whole lotta gang shit
Yeah, that's it
Free the squeeze team, that's it
Go 'head
Free the blue dream, haha
Run that shit up
(DJ VIP)

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