Riddims - not grouped by riddims - part 3

monkey

Dapper For Days [Prod. Jesgee]

Bajja

Tickle Her Body

On Fire

Miss Angela

@505boyz

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They gon front on the way u are
Cant talk bout the way u write
Wit they friends they gone burn ur call
When you come around they gon raise they lighter
psycho wanna bitcho style
Shadows lurk when they cut the lights off
Just make sure that when they buy your vinyl
They gon sign you

Jersey kidd Witta verse he Lit Controversy is
That I'm nervous bitch never
Run my trap map wita mac and a Combat axe to the back Anna beretta 
Sign my contracts wita black feather ink Dime bag in my trap pounds down center
You gon talk yo shit i sound better
Me and Soldier Kidd Raising to another level
I been coming for the fetti
Listening to maxo 5200 ways
Gotta boo by the bay
22. In my room Issa tool for the fools who ain't true to the game
Then I pull for the fade
When I shoot
Hitta 3
triple x yes we the best in the beast coast
Blowing weed smoke wita preroll
coming out my lungs iount need thos
Kief on sea saw

I told my ma I'd make it out our house and so I did
Been Florida twice no license so I took a jet
I been focused on my life I ain't hearing shit
I thought I'd shed a lil light but now I'm hella lit

Feeling myself might just fuck on your bitch
Ima real in my wealth cause she lovin my hook like a fish
In kitchen whipping flipping bricks
Now I'm chipping shippin shit n making decisions
We started from the bottom
Got it by the bottle
slide another models cloths up off her body
Lucky like the lotto spraying fully auto
Biggie shit who shot yah, Chicks in lenciaga
Bae jus call me daddy no I'm not your father
Tweaking on the Addy roll another dollar
Why you so dramatic talkin bout a gunna finna pull it on me let me put my bun up
Foolish now you running from me mufuka
YoemanCrew is an influence doin numbers
We the truest shit is proven ain't no other
Watch me do it when I do it for my brothers

[CHORUS]

(Soldier Kidd verse)@505boyz 2:12 - 3:05
How you front like I ain't a star
All of my niggas go monkey on bars
I jus be thuggin an talkin to god
Spit on these tracks an I talk wit my heart
Niggas get back how I'm totin my rod
I getta sack an I split wit my dawgs
Niggas be fronting like they really rock
You run from niggas, I run from the cops
Thought we was fuckin I jus got the top
Thought we was bud, but the nigga got popped 
Shit could get hectic, you know I'm ready
You know I'm steppin, what is you reppin
Fuck all the money cause that be the fetti
They wanna sign me I need all the bready
Niggas be funny, this shit could get deadly
Yeah I said it, I Dont regret it
We Da Gang, B-B-Be Da Gang
We Could Neva Be Da Same
In this thang like pootie tang
Whipping, need to get a wraith
Bang bang, I pull up on lil Rey Rey
All my niggas slanging K K
Yous a Stevie, you cant see me
Talking strapped, but ain't no, B B
Who you are, I'm the one
Stolo car, wit my son
I'm the star, yall my sons
I'm to far I'm on the run
You niggas flawed dont get no funds
I'm in the sky you gotta jump
Why yo bri tryna huh
You gone die cause I'm gone buss

[CHORUS]

Florida my partners, We Coming for the top bitch cough it up
Rock glock stop fire shots,If I get hit twice got armor tho
Bae u nice lemme change ur life one night imma show u my carter flow
Pay your price when I put amilli onna millimetter but their aint no alter tho

Watchu pop bitch thats fentanyl
Blingin out a pinky ring from my nana
Funny how there aint a thing in my bank account
Money never been a thing when i get some
I aint finna change a bit jake blazin splffs
Spitin hard For days and my accadance is 
Gonna raise the bar been the greatest since
KRS n PAC BIG n JADA KISS
I done prayed a lot, I done hit a liq
Got no key for car, So im breakin in
Iount need the law, i can handle shit
Move a key along, Of the candle stick
And This lit jit got the mic inna pistol grip
and bet their ain't no safety click
Pardon it's my shift garden states my bitch
All I ever been wazza fuckin Jerzey Kidd shiett

(Prod. RocknRolandRecords / Beat By. StashBokz)

JERZEYKIDD (Ft. SoldierKidd)

CLUB LIGHTS

I be a G, I reached the point that nobody around me is fucking wit me
I'm finna Be, tha single mothafuka make it out the gutter puffing on weed
I'm gonna get a shovel rig and dig a tunnel
I got bloody knuckles coming for yah brotha
Imma full stack you just 3 pancakes bitch
No change, toll lane ass kids
mufukin 5 on it, Imma die on it, Pull a gun boy better vibe on it
I'm a one man convoy, Put a red dot on yah, If you my opponent
By the way i'm eating MCs, Gotta diet going
Better cry forem, if he thinkin that he Better than me, set a fire to him
Makem shine home,
Make it so hot, prolly felt it through your fucking iPhone
Bass drop, and evade cops, seen 8 ops on the ride home
Hog tied wit a blindfold, confined wit a carbine
Not a scratch on the car though, Mad racks and it's all mine
Your favorite rapper be up in the back of my Jag, Along wit his raps in a bag
I told yall when i came in this shit itd be with a bang
These people are starting to think
That i be the next, Fuck yall I know i'm the best
Yall cant compete with a vet, i'm layin rappers to bed
But yall fuckas sleeping on me, fo the people Believing in me
Imma go speak fo the street, JAC to the O with a B
Sold mad weight fo a bit on the beach. I paved my way, solid, concrete
Game on lock, but i came with a key. Boy take shots jus plan fo the heat
Rocked Glocks Stop fire shots, Imma jerzey kidd, just the way i be
On the toilet shit on all MCs, Boiling point, loyalty. Baller points, all I See
My dawgs in court, our boy took a plea
Cars imported, over seas. Cocaine short of energy
I been focused on my steez, Got 5 on it, that's all I need

Fuck 5, bitch i got 609, I heard she's down to ride
OA i rep my town, for now where i reside
My dawg got clipped with pounds, remember chipping sides
But things is different now, some getting prison time
rippin and dippin, Dont care you blood or u crippin
We makin money, big pimpin, I used to cut it and ship it
Searching for bugs in the cushions, phernalia in kitchen
Im coming up dont u miss it, throw a gun in the river, If anyone feels indifferent
Just give me government clearance, Me and trump can pair up, share drugs and trade up on the weekends
Bet i Plan on taking bumps off his daughters, damn tiffany or ivanka
I plant some kief in a bong, and then sprinkle DMT on it
think these trees all be talking, Yall addicted to coffee
visions clearer, live in fear, dawg my epiphanys talking
I wont be in no office, yall got keys but aint started
Focusing on your arts, and so your hearts in turmoil
Go hard like a dart to a board, And i come with a blunt when i roll up
My brain had a spark so i tore up, Every muthafuka who told me
That i couldn't come and destroyem, Now everyone trying to avoid me
Shouldn't take shots boy, Cause i'm red hot boy
Now i be on top with a blow gun, Cops ioun know none
You aint never on fire, you a cold cut
Call me the umpire, hit a home run yo, No Nike stripe
but i'm known, to strike like a Cobra
Bouta go bust, my flow so cold, bout to leave your hoe with a cold front
bro good luck, coming at me son, my shits on strike like a pull vault
Joints made of cobalt, finna hit your ass with a curve ball
you aint got the fucking words bruh
Pull out the bat abort the gat
Who dat, coming down the block, damn aint you know
It's me, kinda like Weezy
Chilling out locing out kinda like 3hree 6ix
I'm known to pull it out right when i need it
Flow like a river out here like a beaver
Never gone stop, not until we get even
I'm on the block even when i dont need to
Bagging fo profit, go cop it and leave
I'm Real with the squad when i roll up the weed
Yall know, we all know, All dawgs on the block jus want they piece
Slick walkin ten toes down, 5 on it thats all i need

609 ON IT (Luniz Remix)

STILL STAND TALL (Ft. GunJin)

SCRATCH CITY

609 ON IT (Luniz Remix)

Bake