[{"id":30229407,"name":"Rap Niggas Pt. 2","trackName":"Rap Niggas Pt. 2","artistName":"BigXthaPlug\u0000\u0000","albumName":"MEET THE 6IXERS","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Tony Coles)\n\nAyy\nSee, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\nBut I swear that I'm far from a ho\nNigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\nOn my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\nI'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\nThey gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\nLike a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\nI'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\nI thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\nMe and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\nThese bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\nDifferent money, these niggas wouldn't know\nEither stuck in they city or scared to do shows\nBefore rap, I was kickin' in doors\nIf I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\nSee, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\nOr they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\nSee, these niggas is stiff off of coke\nYeah, I know he got took there like three times before\nI got killers gon' step for the low\nMy lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\nYeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\nIf he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\nThrow me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\nNot sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\nI got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\nNigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\nI shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\nLeft wrist hella ice like the snow\nThirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\nBitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\nAnd go talk about what's goin' on\nIn my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\nHe a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\nReally stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\nIf I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\nOne of one, I could never be cloned\nI came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\nThat's what happen when I'm in my zone\n\nOff top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\nNigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\nHave some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\nHow the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\nWhen you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\nAnd you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\nYou already knew we was gon' jump in\nBut fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\nMannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n107 Hoover, you already know it\nHandicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\nIce water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\nNiggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\nBezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\nKb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\nI could've took off his neck (what?)\n'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\nCould've got him walked down for a check\nTake one to the head and two more to the chest\nHad some young niggas ready to lurk\nGet your ass put down six feet in the dirt\nCould've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\nOr some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\nYeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\nIf I throw him the Glock or the TEC\nHe gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\nYeah (uh), uh (yeah)\nYou couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\nHow much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\nThat it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n\nBitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.07] (Tony Coles)\n[00:12.45] Ayy\n[00:13.99] See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n[00:15.90] But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n[00:17.63] Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n[00:19.51] On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n[00:21.16] I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n[00:23.09] They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n[00:24.87] Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n[00:26.80] I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n[00:28.54] I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n[00:30.60] Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n[00:32.22] These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n[00:34.39] Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n[00:36.12] Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n[00:38.12] Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n[00:39.81] If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n[00:41.93] See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n[00:43.55] Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n[00:45.51] See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n[00:47.23] Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n[00:49.32] I got killers gon' step for the low\n[00:50.86] My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n[00:52.82] Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n[00:54.67] If he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n[00:56.40] Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n[00:58.20] Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n[01:00.26] I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n[01:01.99] 'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\n[01:03.89] Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n[01:05.65] I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n[01:07.85] Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n[01:09.35] Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n[01:11.45] Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n[01:13.45] And go talk about what's goin' on\n[01:15.18] In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\n[01:16.65] He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n[01:18.71] Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n[01:20.48] If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n[01:22.22] One of one, I could never be cloned\n[01:24.03] I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n[01:26.24] That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n[01:27.97] Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n[01:30.18] 'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\n[01:31.60] Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n[01:33.38] Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n[01:35.52] How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\n[01:37.13] When you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\n[01:39.29] And you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\n[01:40.99] You already knew we was gon' jump in\n[01:42.41] But fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\n[01:44.21] Mannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n[01:46.06] 107 Hoover, you already know it\n[01:48.04] Handicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\n[01:49.87] Ice water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\n[01:51.52] Niggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\n[01:53.56] Bezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\n[01:54.95] Kb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\n[01:57.68] I could've took off his neck (what?)\n[01:58.98] 'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\n[02:01.26] Could've got him walked down for a check\n[02:02.97] Take one to the head and two more to the chest\n[02:05.06] Had some young niggas ready to lurk\n[02:06.73] Get your ass put down six feet in the dirt\n[02:08.81] Could've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\n[02:10.45] Or some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\n[02:12.45] Yeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\n[02:15.38] If I throw him the Glock or the TEC\n[02:17.05] He gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\n[02:19.39] Yeah (uh), uh (yeah)\n[02:21.33] You couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\n[02:23.19] How much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\n[02:25.03] That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n[02:26.89] Bitch\n[02:28.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rap Niggas Pt. 2\n  artist: \"BigXthaPlug\\0\\uFEFF\\0\\uFEFF\"\n  album: MEET THE 6IXERS\n  duration_ms: 155000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Tony Coles)\n  start_ms: 11070\n  end_ms: 12450\n- text: Ayy\n  start_ms: 12450\n  end_ms: 13990\n- text: See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n  start_ms: 13990\n  end_ms: 15900\n- text: But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n  start_ms: 15900\n  end_ms: 17630\n- text: Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n  start_ms: 17630\n  end_ms: 19510\n- text: On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n  start_ms: 19510\n  end_ms: 21160\n- text: I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n  start_ms: 21160\n  end_ms: 23090\n- text: They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n  start_ms: 23090\n  end_ms: 24870\n- text: Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n  start_ms: 24870\n  end_ms: 26800\n- text: I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n  start_ms: 26800\n  end_ms: 28540\n- text: I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n  start_ms: 28540\n  end_ms: 30600\n- text: Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n  start_ms: 30600\n  end_ms: 32220\n- text: These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n  start_ms: 32220\n  end_ms: 34390\n- text: Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n  start_ms: 34390\n  end_ms: 36120\n- text: Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n  start_ms: 36120\n  end_ms: 38120\n- text: Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n  start_ms: 38120\n  end_ms: 39810\n- text: If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n  start_ms: 39810\n  end_ms: 41930\n- text: See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n  start_ms: 41930\n  end_ms: 43550\n- text: Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n  start_ms: 43550\n  end_ms: 45510\n- text: See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n  start_ms: 45510\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 49320\n- text: I got killers gon' step for the low\n  start_ms: 49320\n  end_ms: 50860\n- text: My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n  start_ms: 50860\n  end_ms: 52820\n- text: Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n  start_ms: 52820\n  end_ms: 54670\n- text: If he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n  start_ms: 54670\n  end_ms: 56400\n- text: Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n  start_ms: 56400\n  end_ms: 58200\n- text: Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n  start_ms: 58200\n  end_ms: 60260\n- text: I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n  start_ms: 60260\n  end_ms: 61990\n- text: '''Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin'' a pole'\n  start_ms: 61990\n  end_ms: 63890\n- text: Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n  start_ms: 63890\n  end_ms: 65650\n- text: I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n  start_ms: 65650\n  end_ms: 67850\n- text: Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n  start_ms: 67850\n  end_ms: 69350\n- text: Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n  start_ms: 69350\n  end_ms: 71450\n- text: Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n  start_ms: 71450\n  end_ms: 73450\n- text: And go talk about what's goin' on\n  start_ms: 73450\n  end_ms: 75180\n- text: In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\n  start_ms: 75180\n  end_ms: 76650\n- text: He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n  start_ms: 76650\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 80480\n- text: If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n  start_ms: 80480\n  end_ms: 82220\n- text: One of one, I could never be cloned\n  start_ms: 82220\n  end_ms: 84030\n- text: I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n  start_ms: 84030\n  end_ms: 86240\n- text: That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n  start_ms: 86240\n  end_ms: 87970\n- text: Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n  start_ms: 87970\n  end_ms: 90180\n- text: '''Fore a nigga catch me slippin'' off drugs'\n  start_ms: 90180\n  end_ms: 91600\n- text: Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n  start_ms: 91600\n  end_ms: 93380\n- text: Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n  start_ms: 93380\n  end_ms: 95520\n- text: How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? 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Shit, it cost the same thing\n  start_ms: 143190\n  end_ms: 145030\n- text: That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n  start_ms: 145030\n  end_ms: 146890\n- text: Bitch\n  start_ms: 146890\n  end_ms: 148660\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 148660\nplain: |-\n  (Tony Coles)\n\n  Ayy\n  See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n  But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n  Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n  On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n  I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n  They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n  Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n  I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n  I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n  Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n  These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n  Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n  Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n  Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n  If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n  See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n  Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n  See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n  Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n  I got killers gon' step for the low\n  My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n  Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n  If he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n  Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n  Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n  I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n  'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\n  Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n  I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n  Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n  Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n  Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n  And go talk about what's goin' on\n  In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\n  He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n  Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n  If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n  One of one, I could never be cloned\n  I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n  That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n\n  Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n  'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\n  Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n  Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n  How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\n  When you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\n  And you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\n  You already knew we was gon' jump in\n  But fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\n  Mannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n  107 Hoover, you already know it\n  Handicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\n  Ice water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\n  Niggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\n  Bezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\n  Kb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\n  I could've took off his neck (what?)\n  'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\n  Could've got him walked down for a check\n  Take one to the head and two more to the chest\n  Had some young niggas ready to lurk\n  Get your ass put down six feet in the dirt\n  Could've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\n  Or some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\n  Yeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\n  If I throw him the Glock or the TEC\n  He gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\n  Yeah (uh), uh (yeah)\n  You couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\n  How much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\n  That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n\n  Bitch\n"},{"id":23254162,"name":"Rap Niggas Pt. 2","trackName":"Rap Niggas Pt. 2","artistName":"BigXthaPlug","albumName":"MEET THE 6IXERS","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Tony Coles) ayy\nSee, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\nBut I swear that I'm far from a ho\nNigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\nOn my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\nI'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\nThey gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\nLike a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\nI'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\nI thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\nMe and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\nThese bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\nDifferent money, these niggas wouldn't know\nEither stuck in they city or scared to do shows\nBefore rap, I was kickin' in doors\nIf I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\nSee, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\nOr they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\nSee, these niggas is stiff off of coke\nYeah, I know he got took there like three times before\nI got killers gon' step for the low\nMy lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\nYeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\nIf step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\nThrow me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\nNot sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\nI got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\nNigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\nI shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\nLeft wrist hella ice like the snow\nThirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\nBitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\nAnd go talk about what's goin' on\nIn my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone,\"\nHe a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\nReally stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\nIf I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\nOne of one, I could never be cloned\nI came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\nThat's what happen when I'm in my zone\nOff top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\nNigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\nHave some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\nHow the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\nWhen you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\nAnd you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\nYou already knew we was gon' jump in\nBut fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\nMannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n107 Hoover, you already know it\nHandicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\nIce water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\nNiggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\nBezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\nKb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\nI could've took off his neck (what?)\n'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\nCould've got him walked down for a check\nTake one to the head and two more to the chest\nHad some young niggas ready to lurk\nGet your ass put down six feet in the dirt\nCould've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\nOr some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\nYeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\nIf I throw him the Glock or the TEC\nHe gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\nYeah (uh), uh (yeah)\nYou couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\nHow much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\nThat it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral, bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rap Niggas Pt. 2\n  artist: BigXthaPlug\n  album: MEET THE 6IXERS\n  duration_ms: 155000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Tony Coles) ayy\n  See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n  But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n  Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n  On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n  I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n  They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n  Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n  I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n  I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n  Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n  These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n  Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n  Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n  Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n  If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n  See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n  Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n  See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n  Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n  I got killers gon' step for the low\n  My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n  Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n  If step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n  Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n  Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n  I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n  'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\n  Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n  I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n  Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n  Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n  Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n  And go talk about what's goin' on\n  In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone,\"\n  He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n  Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n  If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n  One of one, I could never be cloned\n  I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n  That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n  Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n  'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\n  Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n  Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n  How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\n  When you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\n  And you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\n  You already knew we was gon' jump in\n  But fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\n  Mannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n  107 Hoover, you already know it\n  Handicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\n  Ice water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\n  Niggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\n  Bezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\n  Kb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\n  I could've took off his neck (what?)\n  'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\n  Could've got him walked down for a check\n  Take one to the head and two more to the chest\n  Had some young niggas ready to lurk\n  Get your ass put down six feet in the dirt\n  Could've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\n  Or some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\n  Yeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\n  If I throw him the Glock or the TEC\n  He gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\n  Yeah (uh), uh (yeah)\n  You couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\n  How much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\n  That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral, bitch\n"},{"id":25524038,"name":"Rap Niggas Pt. 2","trackName":"Rap Niggas Pt. 2","artistName":"BigXthaPlug","albumName":"MEET THE 6IXERS","duration":167.42565,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Tony Coles) ayy\nSee, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\nBut I swear that I'm far from a ho\nNigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\nOn my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\nI'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\nThey gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\nLike a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\nI'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\nI thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\nMe and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\nThese bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\nDifferent money, these niggas wouldn't know\nEither stuck in they city or scared to do shows\nBefore rap, I was kickin' in doors\nIf I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\nSee, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\nOr they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\nSee, these niggas is stiff off of coke\nYeah, I know he got took there like three times before\nI got killers gon' step for the low\nMy lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\nYeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\nIf step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\nThrow me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\nNot sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\nI got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\nNigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\nI shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\nLeft wrist hella ice like the snow\nThirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\nBitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\nAnd go talk about what's goin' on\nIn my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone,\"\nHe a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\nReally stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\nIf I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\nOne of one, I could never be cloned\nI came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\nThat's what happen when I'm in my zone\nOff top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\nNigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\nHave some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\nHow the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\nWhen you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\nAnd you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\nYou already knew we was gon' jump in\nBut fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\nMannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n107 Hoover, you already know it\nHandicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\nIce water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\nNiggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\nBezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\nKb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\nI could've took off his neck (what?)\n'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\nCould've got him walked down for a check\nTake one to the head and two more to the chest\nHad some young niggas ready to lurk\nGet your ass put down six feet in the dirt\nCould've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\nOr some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\nYeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\nIf I throw him the Glock or the TEC\nHe gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\nYeah (uh), uh (yeah)\nYou couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\nHow much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\nThat it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral, bitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rap Niggas Pt. 2\n  artist: BigXthaPlug\n  album: MEET THE 6IXERS\n  duration_ms: 167426\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Tony Coles) ayy\n  See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n  But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n  Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n  On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n  I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n  They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n  Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n  I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n  I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n  Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n  These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n  Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n  Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n  Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n  If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n  See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n  Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n  See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n  Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n  I got killers gon' step for the low\n  My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n  Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n  If step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n  Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n  Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n  I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n  'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\n  Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n  I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n  Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n  Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n  Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n  And go talk about what's goin' on\n  In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone,\"\n  He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n  Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n  If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n  One of one, I could never be cloned\n  I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n  That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n  Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n  'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\n  Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n  Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n  How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\n  When you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\n  And you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\n  You already knew we was gon' jump in\n  But fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\n  Mannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n  107 Hoover, you already know it\n  Handicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\n  Ice water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\n  Niggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\n  Bezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\n  Kb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\n  I could've took off his neck (what?)\n  'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\n  Could've got him walked down for a check\n  Take one to the head and two more to the chest\n  Had some young niggas ready to lurk\n  Get your ass put down six feet in the dirt\n  Could've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\n  Or some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\n  Yeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\n  If I throw him the Glock or the TEC\n  He gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\n  Yeah (uh), uh (yeah)\n  You couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\n  How much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\n  That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral, bitch\n"},{"id":38945240,"name":"Rap Niggas Pt. 2 (Explicit)","trackName":"Rap Niggas Pt. 2 (Explicit)","artistName":"BigXthaPlug","albumName":"MEET THE 6IXERS (Explicit)","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Tony Coles)\n\nAyy\nSee, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\nBut I swear that I'm far from a ho\nNigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\nOn my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\nI'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\nThey gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\nLike a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\nI'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\nI thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\nMe and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\nThese bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\nDifferent money, these niggas wouldn't know\nEither stuck in they city or scared to do shows\nBefore rap, I was kickin' in doors\nIf I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\nSee, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\nOr they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\nSee, these niggas is stiff off of coke\nYeah, I know he got took there like three times before\nI got killers gon' step for the low\nMy lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\nYeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\nIf he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\nThrow me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\nNot sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\nI got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\nNigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\nI shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\nLeft wrist hella ice like the snow\nThirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\nBitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\nAnd go talk about what's goin' on\nIn my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\nHe a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\nReally stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\nIf I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\nOne of one, I could never be cloned\nI came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\nThat's what happen when I'm in my zone\n\nOff top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\nNigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\nHave some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\nHow the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\nWhen you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\nAnd you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\nYou already knew we was gon' jump in\nBut fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\nMannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n107 Hoover, you already know it\nHandicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\nIce water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\nNiggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\nBezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\nKb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\nI could've took off his neck (what?)\n'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\nCould've got him walked down for a check\nTake one to the head and two more to the chest\nHad some young niggas ready to lurk\nGet your ass put down six feet in the dirt\nCould've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\nOr some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\nYeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\nIf I throw him the Glock or the TEC\nHe gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\nYeah (uh), uh (yeah)\nYou couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\nHow much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\nThat it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n\nBitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.07] (Tony Coles)\n[00:12.45] Ayy\n[00:13.99] See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n[00:15.90] But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n[00:17.63] Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n[00:19.51] On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n[00:21.16] I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n[00:23.09] They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n[00:24.87] Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n[00:26.80] I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n[00:28.54] I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n[00:30.60] Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n[00:32.22] These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n[00:34.39] Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n[00:36.12] Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n[00:38.12] Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n[00:39.81] If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n[00:41.93] See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n[00:43.55] Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n[00:45.51] See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n[00:47.23] Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n[00:49.32] I got killers gon' step for the low\n[00:50.86] My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n[00:52.82] Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n[00:54.67] If he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n[00:56.40] Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n[00:58.20] Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n[01:00.26] I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n[01:01.99] 'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\n[01:03.89] Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n[01:05.65] I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n[01:07.85] Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n[01:09.35] Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n[01:11.45] Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n[01:13.45] And go talk about what's goin' on\n[01:15.18] In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\n[01:16.65] He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n[01:18.71] Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n[01:20.48] If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n[01:22.22] One of one, I could never be cloned\n[01:24.03] I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n[01:26.24] That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n[01:27.97] Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n[01:30.18] 'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\n[01:31.60] Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n[01:33.38] Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n[01:35.52] How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\n[01:37.13] When you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\n[01:39.29] And you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\n[01:40.99] You already knew we was gon' jump in\n[01:42.41] But fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\n[01:44.21] Mannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n[01:46.06] 107 Hoover, you already know it\n[01:48.04] Handicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\n[01:49.87] Ice water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\n[01:51.52] Niggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\n[01:53.56] Bezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\n[01:54.95] Kb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\n[01:57.68] I could've took off his neck (what?)\n[01:58.98] 'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\n[02:01.26] Could've got him walked down for a check\n[02:02.97] Take one to the head and two more to the chest\n[02:05.06] Had some young niggas ready to lurk\n[02:06.73] Get your ass put down six feet in the dirt\n[02:08.81] Could've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\n[02:10.45] Or some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\n[02:12.45] Yeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\n[02:15.38] If I throw him the Glock or the TEC\n[02:17.05] He gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\n[02:19.39] Yeah (uh), uh (yeah)\n[02:21.33] You couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\n[02:23.19] How much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\n[02:25.03] That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n[02:26.89] Bitch\n[02:28.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rap Niggas Pt. 2 (Explicit)\n  artist: BigXthaPlug\n  album: MEET THE 6IXERS (Explicit)\n  duration_ms: 155000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Tony Coles)\n  start_ms: 11070\n  end_ms: 12450\n- text: Ayy\n  start_ms: 12450\n  end_ms: 13990\n- text: See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n  start_ms: 13990\n  end_ms: 15900\n- text: But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n  start_ms: 15900\n  end_ms: 17630\n- text: Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n  start_ms: 17630\n  end_ms: 19510\n- text: On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n  start_ms: 19510\n  end_ms: 21160\n- text: I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n  start_ms: 21160\n  end_ms: 23090\n- text: They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n  start_ms: 23090\n  end_ms: 24870\n- text: Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n  start_ms: 24870\n  end_ms: 26800\n- text: I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n  start_ms: 26800\n  end_ms: 28540\n- text: I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n  start_ms: 28540\n  end_ms: 30600\n- text: Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n  start_ms: 30600\n  end_ms: 32220\n- text: These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n  start_ms: 32220\n  end_ms: 34390\n- text: Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n  start_ms: 34390\n  end_ms: 36120\n- text: Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n  start_ms: 36120\n  end_ms: 38120\n- text: Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n  start_ms: 38120\n  end_ms: 39810\n- text: If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n  start_ms: 39810\n  end_ms: 41930\n- text: See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n  start_ms: 41930\n  end_ms: 43550\n- text: Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n  start_ms: 43550\n  end_ms: 45510\n- text: See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n  start_ms: 45510\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 49320\n- text: I got killers gon' step for the low\n  start_ms: 49320\n  end_ms: 50860\n- text: My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n  start_ms: 50860\n  end_ms: 52820\n- text: Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n  start_ms: 52820\n  end_ms: 54670\n- text: If he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n  start_ms: 54670\n  end_ms: 56400\n- text: Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n  start_ms: 56400\n  end_ms: 58200\n- text: Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n  start_ms: 58200\n  end_ms: 60260\n- text: I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n  start_ms: 60260\n  end_ms: 61990\n- text: '''Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin'' a pole'\n  start_ms: 61990\n  end_ms: 63890\n- text: Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n  start_ms: 63890\n  end_ms: 65650\n- text: I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n  start_ms: 65650\n  end_ms: 67850\n- text: Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n  start_ms: 67850\n  end_ms: 69350\n- text: Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n  start_ms: 69350\n  end_ms: 71450\n- text: Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n  start_ms: 71450\n  end_ms: 73450\n- text: And go talk about what's goin' on\n  start_ms: 73450\n  end_ms: 75180\n- text: In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\n  start_ms: 75180\n  end_ms: 76650\n- text: He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n  start_ms: 76650\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 80480\n- text: If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n  start_ms: 80480\n  end_ms: 82220\n- text: One of one, I could never be cloned\n  start_ms: 82220\n  end_ms: 84030\n- text: I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n  start_ms: 84030\n  end_ms: 86240\n- text: That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n  start_ms: 86240\n  end_ms: 87970\n- text: Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n  start_ms: 87970\n  end_ms: 90180\n- text: '''Fore a nigga catch me slippin'' off drugs'\n  start_ms: 90180\n  end_ms: 91600\n- text: Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n  start_ms: 91600\n  end_ms: 93380\n- text: Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n  start_ms: 93380\n  end_ms: 95520\n- text: How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? 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Shit, it cost the same thing\n  start_ms: 143190\n  end_ms: 145030\n- text: That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n  start_ms: 145030\n  end_ms: 146890\n- text: Bitch\n  start_ms: 146890\n  end_ms: 148660\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 148660\nplain: |-\n  (Tony Coles)\n\n  Ayy\n  See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n  But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n  Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n  On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n  I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n  They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n  Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n  I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n  I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n  Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n  These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n  Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n  Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n  Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n  If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n  See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n  Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n  See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n  Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n  I got killers gon' step for the low\n  My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n  Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n  If he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n  Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n  Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n  I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n  'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\n  Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n  I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n  Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n  Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n  Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n  And go talk about what's goin' on\n  In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\n  He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n  Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n  If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n  One of one, I could never be cloned\n  I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n  That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n\n  Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n  'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\n  Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n  Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n  How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\n  When you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\n  And you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\n  You already knew we was gon' jump in\n  But fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\n  Mannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n  107 Hoover, you already know it\n  Handicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\n  Ice water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\n  Niggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\n  Bezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\n  Kb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\n  I could've took off his neck (what?)\n  'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\n  Could've got him walked down for a check\n  Take one to the head and two more to the chest\n  Had some young niggas ready to lurk\n  Get your ass put down six feet in the dirt\n  Could've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\n  Or some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\n  Yeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\n  If I throw him the Glock or the TEC\n  He gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\n  Yeah (uh), uh (yeah)\n  You couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\n  How much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\n  That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n\n  Bitch\n"},{"id":30401726,"name":"Rap Niggas Pt. 2","trackName":"Rap Niggas Pt. 2","artistName":"BigXthaPlug & Ro$ama","albumName":"MEET THE 6IXERS","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Tony Coles)\n\nAyy\nSee, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\nBut I swear that I'm far from a ho\nNigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\nOn my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\nI'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\nThey gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\nLike a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\nI'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\nI thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\nMe and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\nThese bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\nDifferent money, these niggas wouldn't know\nEither stuck in they city or scared to do shows\nBefore rap, I was kickin' in doors\nIf I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\nSee, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\nOr they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\nSee, these niggas is stiff off of coke\nYeah, I know he got took there like three times before\nI got killers gon' step for the low\nMy lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\nYeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\nIf he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\nThrow me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\nNot sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\nI got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\nNigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\nI shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\nLeft wrist hella ice like the snow\nThirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\nBitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\nAnd go talk about what's goin' on\nIn my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\nHe a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\nReally stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\nIf I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\nOne of one, I could never be cloned\nI came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\nThat's what happen when I'm in my zone\n\nOff top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\nNigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\nHave some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\nHow the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\nWhen you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\nAnd you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\nYou already knew we was gon' jump in\nBut fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\nMannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n107 Hoover, you already know it\nHandicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\nIce water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\nNiggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\nBezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\nKb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\nI could've took off his neck (what?)\n'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\nCould've got him walked down for a check\nTake one to the head and two more to the chest\nHad some young niggas ready to lurk\nGet your ass put down six feet in the dirt\nCould've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\nOr some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\nYeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\nIf I throw him the Glock or the TEC\nHe gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\nYeah (uh), uh (yeah)\nYou couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\nHow much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\nThat it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n\nBitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.07] (Tony Coles)\n[00:12.45] Ayy\n[00:13.99] See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n[00:15.90] But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n[00:17.63] Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n[00:19.51] On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n[00:21.16] I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n[00:23.09] They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n[00:24.87] Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n[00:26.80] I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n[00:28.54] I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n[00:30.60] Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n[00:32.22] These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n[00:34.39] Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n[00:36.12] Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n[00:38.12] Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n[00:39.81] If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n[00:41.93] See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n[00:43.55] Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n[00:45.51] See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n[00:47.23] Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n[00:49.32] I got killers gon' step for the low\n[00:50.86] My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n[00:52.82] Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n[00:54.67] If he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n[00:56.40] Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n[00:58.20] Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n[01:00.26] I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n[01:01.99] 'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\n[01:03.89] Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n[01:05.65] I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n[01:07.85] Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n[01:09.35] Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n[01:11.45] Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n[01:13.45] And go talk about what's goin' on\n[01:15.18] In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\n[01:16.65] He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n[01:18.71] Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n[01:20.48] If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n[01:22.22] One of one, I could never be cloned\n[01:24.03] I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n[01:26.24] That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n[01:27.97] Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n[01:30.18] 'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\n[01:31.60] Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n[01:33.38] Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n[01:35.52] How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\n[01:37.13] When you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\n[01:39.29] And you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\n[01:40.99] You already knew we was gon' jump in\n[01:42.41] But fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\n[01:44.21] Mannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n[01:46.06] 107 Hoover, you already know it\n[01:48.04] Handicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\n[01:49.87] Ice water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\n[01:51.52] Niggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\n[01:53.56] Bezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\n[01:54.95] Kb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\n[01:57.68] I could've took off his neck (what?)\n[01:58.98] 'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\n[02:01.26] Could've got him walked down for a check\n[02:02.97] Take one to the head and two more to the chest\n[02:05.06] Had some young niggas ready to lurk\n[02:06.73] Get your ass put down six feet in the dirt\n[02:08.81] Could've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\n[02:10.45] Or some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\n[02:12.45] Yeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\n[02:15.38] If I throw him the Glock or the TEC\n[02:17.05] He gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\n[02:19.39] Yeah (uh), uh (yeah)\n[02:21.33] You couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\n[02:23.19] How much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\n[02:25.03] That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n[02:26.89] Bitch\n[02:28.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rap Niggas Pt. 2\n  artist: BigXthaPlug & Ro$ama\n  album: MEET THE 6IXERS\n  duration_ms: 155000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Tony Coles)\n  start_ms: 11070\n  end_ms: 12450\n- text: Ayy\n  start_ms: 12450\n  end_ms: 13990\n- text: See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n  start_ms: 13990\n  end_ms: 15900\n- text: But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n  start_ms: 15900\n  end_ms: 17630\n- text: Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n  start_ms: 17630\n  end_ms: 19510\n- text: On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n  start_ms: 19510\n  end_ms: 21160\n- text: I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n  start_ms: 21160\n  end_ms: 23090\n- text: They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n  start_ms: 23090\n  end_ms: 24870\n- text: Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n  start_ms: 24870\n  end_ms: 26800\n- text: I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n  start_ms: 26800\n  end_ms: 28540\n- text: I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n  start_ms: 28540\n  end_ms: 30600\n- text: Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n  start_ms: 30600\n  end_ms: 32220\n- text: These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n  start_ms: 32220\n  end_ms: 34390\n- text: Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n  start_ms: 34390\n  end_ms: 36120\n- text: Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n  start_ms: 36120\n  end_ms: 38120\n- text: Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n  start_ms: 38120\n  end_ms: 39810\n- text: If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n  start_ms: 39810\n  end_ms: 41930\n- text: See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n  start_ms: 41930\n  end_ms: 43550\n- text: Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n  start_ms: 43550\n  end_ms: 45510\n- text: See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n  start_ms: 45510\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 49320\n- text: I got killers gon' step for the low\n  start_ms: 49320\n  end_ms: 50860\n- text: My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n  start_ms: 50860\n  end_ms: 52820\n- text: Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n  start_ms: 52820\n  end_ms: 54670\n- text: If he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n  start_ms: 54670\n  end_ms: 56400\n- text: Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n  start_ms: 56400\n  end_ms: 58200\n- text: Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n  start_ms: 58200\n  end_ms: 60260\n- text: I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n  start_ms: 60260\n  end_ms: 61990\n- text: '''Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin'' a pole'\n  start_ms: 61990\n  end_ms: 63890\n- text: Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n  start_ms: 63890\n  end_ms: 65650\n- text: I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n  start_ms: 65650\n  end_ms: 67850\n- text: Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n  start_ms: 67850\n  end_ms: 69350\n- text: Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n  start_ms: 69350\n  end_ms: 71450\n- text: Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n  start_ms: 71450\n  end_ms: 73450\n- text: And go talk about what's goin' on\n  start_ms: 73450\n  end_ms: 75180\n- text: In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\n  start_ms: 75180\n  end_ms: 76650\n- text: He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n  start_ms: 76650\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 80480\n- text: If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n  start_ms: 80480\n  end_ms: 82220\n- text: One of one, I could never be cloned\n  start_ms: 82220\n  end_ms: 84030\n- text: I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n  start_ms: 84030\n  end_ms: 86240\n- text: That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n  start_ms: 86240\n  end_ms: 87970\n- text: Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n  start_ms: 87970\n  end_ms: 90180\n- text: '''Fore a nigga catch me slippin'' off drugs'\n  start_ms: 90180\n  end_ms: 91600\n- text: Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n  start_ms: 91600\n  end_ms: 93380\n- text: Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n  start_ms: 93380\n  end_ms: 95520\n- text: How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? 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Shit, it cost the same thing\n  start_ms: 143190\n  end_ms: 145030\n- text: That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n  start_ms: 145030\n  end_ms: 146890\n- text: Bitch\n  start_ms: 146890\n  end_ms: 148660\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 148660\nplain: |-\n  (Tony Coles)\n\n  Ayy\n  See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n  But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n  Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n  On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n  I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n  They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n  Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n  I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n  I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n  Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n  These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n  Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n  Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n  Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n  If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n  See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n  Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n  See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n  Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n  I got killers gon' step for the low\n  My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n  Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n  If he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n  Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n  Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n  I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n  'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\n  Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n  I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n  Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n  Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n  Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n  And go talk about what's goin' on\n  In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\n  He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n  Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n  If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n  One of one, I could never be cloned\n  I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n  That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n\n  Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n  'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\n  Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n  Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n  How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\n  When you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\n  And you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\n  You already knew we was gon' jump in\n  But fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\n  Mannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n  107 Hoover, you already know it\n  Handicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\n  Ice water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\n  Niggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\n  Bezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\n  Kb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\n  I could've took off his neck (what?)\n  'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\n  Could've got him walked down for a check\n  Take one to the head and two more to the chest\n  Had some young niggas ready to lurk\n  Get your ass put down six feet in the dirt\n  Could've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\n  Or some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\n  Yeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\n  If I throw him the Glock or the TEC\n  He gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\n  Yeah (uh), uh (yeah)\n  You couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\n  How much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\n  That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n\n  Bitch\n"},{"id":26183592,"name":"Rap Niggas Pt. 2","trackName":"Rap Niggas Pt. 2","artistName":"BigXthaPlug; Ro$ama; 600 Ent.","albumName":"MEET THE 6IXERS","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Tony Coles)\n\nAyy\nSee, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\nBut I swear that I'm far from a ho\nNigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\nOn my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\nI'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\nThey gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\nLike a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\nI'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\nI thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\nMe and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\nThese bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\nDifferent money, these niggas wouldn't know\nEither stuck in they city or scared to do shows\nBefore rap, I was kickin' in doors\nIf I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\nSee, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\nOr they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\nSee, these niggas is stiff off of coke\nYeah, I know he got took there like three times before\nI got killers gon' step for the low\nMy lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\nYeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\nIf he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\nThrow me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\nNot sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\nI got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\nNigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\nI shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\nLeft wrist hella ice like the snow\nThirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\nBitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\nAnd go talk about what's goin' on\nIn my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\nHe a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\nReally stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\nIf I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\nOne of one, I could never be cloned\nI came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\nThat's what happen when I'm in my zone\n\nOff top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\nNigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\nHave some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\nHow the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\nWhen you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\nAnd you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\nYou already knew we was gon' jump in\nBut fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\nMannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n107 Hoover, you already know it\nHandicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\nIce water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\nNiggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\nBezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\nKb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\nI could've took off his neck (what?)\n'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\nCould've got him walked down for a check\nTake one to the head and two more to the chest\nHad some young niggas ready to lurk\nGet your ass put down six feet in the dirt\nCould've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\nOr some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\nYeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\nIf I throw him the Glock or the TEC\nHe gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\nYeah (uh), uh (yeah)\nYou couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\nHow much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\nThat it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n\nBitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.07] (Tony Coles)\n[00:12.45] Ayy\n[00:13.99] See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n[00:15.90] But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n[00:17.63] Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n[00:19.51] On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n[00:21.16] I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n[00:23.09] They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n[00:24.87] Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n[00:26.80] I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n[00:28.54] I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n[00:30.60] Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n[00:32.22] These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n[00:34.39] Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n[00:36.12] Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n[00:38.12] Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n[00:39.81] If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n[00:41.93] See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n[00:43.55] Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n[00:45.51] See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n[00:47.23] Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n[00:49.32] I got killers gon' step for the low\n[00:50.86] My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n[00:52.82] Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n[00:54.67] If he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n[00:56.40] Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n[00:58.20] Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n[01:00.26] I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n[01:01.99] 'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\n[01:03.89] Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n[01:05.65] I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n[01:07.85] Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n[01:09.35] Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n[01:11.45] Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n[01:13.45] And go talk about what's goin' on\n[01:15.18] In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\n[01:16.65] He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n[01:18.71] Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n[01:20.48] If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n[01:22.22] One of one, I could never be cloned\n[01:24.03] I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n[01:26.24] That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n[01:27.97] Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n[01:30.18] 'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\n[01:31.60] Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n[01:33.38] Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n[01:35.52] How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\n[01:37.13] When you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\n[01:39.29] And you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\n[01:40.99] You already knew we was gon' jump in\n[01:42.41] But fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\n[01:44.21] Mannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n[01:46.06] 107 Hoover, you already know it\n[01:48.04] Handicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\n[01:49.87] Ice water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\n[01:51.52] Niggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\n[01:53.56] Bezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\n[01:54.95] Kb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\n[01:57.68] I could've took off his neck (what?)\n[01:58.98] 'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\n[02:01.26] Could've got him walked down for a check\n[02:02.97] Take one to the head and two more to the chest\n[02:05.06] Had some young niggas ready to lurk\n[02:06.73] Get your ass put down six feet in the dirt\n[02:08.81] Could've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\n[02:10.45] Or some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\n[02:12.45] Yeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\n[02:15.38] If I throw him the Glock or the TEC\n[02:17.05] He gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\n[02:19.39] Yeah (uh), uh (yeah)\n[02:21.33] You couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\n[02:23.19] How much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\n[02:25.03] That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n[02:26.89] Bitch\n[02:28.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rap Niggas Pt. 2\n  artist: BigXthaPlug; Ro$ama; 600 Ent.\n  album: MEET THE 6IXERS\n  duration_ms: 155000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Tony Coles)\n  start_ms: 11070\n  end_ms: 12450\n- text: Ayy\n  start_ms: 12450\n  end_ms: 13990\n- text: See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n  start_ms: 13990\n  end_ms: 15900\n- text: But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n  start_ms: 15900\n  end_ms: 17630\n- text: Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n  start_ms: 17630\n  end_ms: 19510\n- text: On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n  start_ms: 19510\n  end_ms: 21160\n- text: I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n  start_ms: 21160\n  end_ms: 23090\n- text: They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n  start_ms: 23090\n  end_ms: 24870\n- text: Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n  start_ms: 24870\n  end_ms: 26800\n- text: I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n  start_ms: 26800\n  end_ms: 28540\n- text: I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n  start_ms: 28540\n  end_ms: 30600\n- text: Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n  start_ms: 30600\n  end_ms: 32220\n- text: These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n  start_ms: 32220\n  end_ms: 34390\n- text: Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n  start_ms: 34390\n  end_ms: 36120\n- text: Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n  start_ms: 36120\n  end_ms: 38120\n- text: Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n  start_ms: 38120\n  end_ms: 39810\n- text: If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n  start_ms: 39810\n  end_ms: 41930\n- text: See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n  start_ms: 41930\n  end_ms: 43550\n- text: Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n  start_ms: 43550\n  end_ms: 45510\n- text: See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n  start_ms: 45510\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 49320\n- text: I got killers gon' step for the low\n  start_ms: 49320\n  end_ms: 50860\n- text: My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n  start_ms: 50860\n  end_ms: 52820\n- text: Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n  start_ms: 52820\n  end_ms: 54670\n- text: If he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n  start_ms: 54670\n  end_ms: 56400\n- text: Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n  start_ms: 56400\n  end_ms: 58200\n- text: Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n  start_ms: 58200\n  end_ms: 60260\n- text: I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n  start_ms: 60260\n  end_ms: 61990\n- text: '''Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin'' a pole'\n  start_ms: 61990\n  end_ms: 63890\n- text: Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n  start_ms: 63890\n  end_ms: 65650\n- text: I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n  start_ms: 65650\n  end_ms: 67850\n- text: Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n  start_ms: 67850\n  end_ms: 69350\n- text: Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n  start_ms: 69350\n  end_ms: 71450\n- text: Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n  start_ms: 71450\n  end_ms: 73450\n- text: And go talk about what's goin' on\n  start_ms: 73450\n  end_ms: 75180\n- text: In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\n  start_ms: 75180\n  end_ms: 76650\n- text: He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n  start_ms: 76650\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 80480\n- text: If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n  start_ms: 80480\n  end_ms: 82220\n- text: One of one, I could never be cloned\n  start_ms: 82220\n  end_ms: 84030\n- text: I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n  start_ms: 84030\n  end_ms: 86240\n- text: That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n  start_ms: 86240\n  end_ms: 87970\n- text: Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n  start_ms: 87970\n  end_ms: 90180\n- text: '''Fore a nigga catch me slippin'' off drugs'\n  start_ms: 90180\n  end_ms: 91600\n- text: Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n  start_ms: 91600\n  end_ms: 93380\n- text: Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n  start_ms: 93380\n  end_ms: 95520\n- text: How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? 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Shit, it cost the same thing\n  start_ms: 143190\n  end_ms: 145030\n- text: That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n  start_ms: 145030\n  end_ms: 146890\n- text: Bitch\n  start_ms: 146890\n  end_ms: 148660\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 148660\nplain: |-\n  (Tony Coles)\n\n  Ayy\n  See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n  But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n  Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n  On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n  I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n  They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n  Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n  I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n  I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n  Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n  These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n  Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n  Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n  Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n  If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n  See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n  Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n  See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n  Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n  I got killers gon' step for the low\n  My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n  Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n  If he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n  Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n  Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n  I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n  'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\n  Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n  I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n  Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n  Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n  Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n  And go talk about what's goin' on\n  In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\n  He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n  Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n  If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n  One of one, I could never be cloned\n  I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n  That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n\n  Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n  'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\n  Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n  Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n  How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\n  When you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\n  And you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\n  You already knew we was gon' jump in\n  But fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\n  Mannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n  107 Hoover, you already know it\n  Handicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\n  Ice water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\n  Niggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\n  Bezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\n  Kb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\n  I could've took off his neck (what?)\n  'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\n  Could've got him walked down for a check\n  Take one to the head and two more to the chest\n  Had some young niggas ready to lurk\n  Get your ass put down six feet in the dirt\n  Could've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\n  Or some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\n  Yeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\n  If I throw him the Glock or the TEC\n  He gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\n  Yeah (uh), uh (yeah)\n  You couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\n  How much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\n  That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n\n  Bitch\n"},{"id":25913251,"name":"Rap Niggas Pt. 2","trackName":"Rap Niggas Pt. 2","artistName":"BigXthaPlug; Ro$ama; Yung Hood; 600 Ent.","albumName":"MEET THE 6IXERS","duration":155.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Tony Coles)\n\nAyy\nSee, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\nBut I swear that I'm far from a ho\nNigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\nOn my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\nI'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\nThey gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\nLike a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\nI'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\nI thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\nMe and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\nThese bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\nDifferent money, these niggas wouldn't know\nEither stuck in they city or scared to do shows\nBefore rap, I was kickin' in doors\nIf I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\nSee, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\nOr they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\nSee, these niggas is stiff off of coke\nYeah, I know he got took there like three times before\nI got killers gon' step for the low\nMy lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\nYeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\nIf he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\nThrow me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\nNot sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\nI got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\nNigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\nI shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\nLeft wrist hella ice like the snow\nThirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\nBitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\nAnd go talk about what's goin' on\nIn my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\nHe a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\nReally stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\nIf I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\nOne of one, I could never be cloned\nI came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\nThat's what happen when I'm in my zone\n\nOff top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\nNigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\nHave some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\nHow the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\nWhen you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\nAnd you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\nYou already knew we was gon' jump in\nBut fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\nMannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n107 Hoover, you already know it\nHandicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\nIce water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\nNiggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\nBezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\nKb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\nI could've took off his neck (what?)\n'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\nCould've got him walked down for a check\nTake one to the head and two more to the chest\nHad some young niggas ready to lurk\nGet your ass put down six feet in the dirt\nCould've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\nOr some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\nYeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\nIf I throw him the Glock or the TEC\nHe gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\nYeah (uh), uh (yeah)\nYou couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\nHow much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\nThat it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n\nBitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.07] (Tony Coles)\n[00:12.45] Ayy\n[00:13.99] See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n[00:15.90] But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n[00:17.63] Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n[00:19.51] On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n[00:21.16] I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n[00:23.09] They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n[00:24.87] Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n[00:26.80] I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n[00:28.54] I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n[00:30.60] Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n[00:32.22] These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n[00:34.39] Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n[00:36.12] Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n[00:38.12] Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n[00:39.81] If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n[00:41.93] See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n[00:43.55] Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n[00:45.51] See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n[00:47.23] Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n[00:49.32] I got killers gon' step for the low\n[00:50.86] My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n[00:52.82] Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n[00:54.67] If he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n[00:56.40] Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n[00:58.20] Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n[01:00.26] I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n[01:01.99] 'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\n[01:03.89] Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n[01:05.65] I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n[01:07.85] Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n[01:09.35] Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n[01:11.45] Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n[01:13.45] And go talk about what's goin' on\n[01:15.18] In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\n[01:16.65] He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n[01:18.71] Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n[01:20.48] If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n[01:22.22] One of one, I could never be cloned\n[01:24.03] I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n[01:26.24] That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n[01:27.97] Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n[01:30.18] 'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\n[01:31.60] Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n[01:33.38] Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n[01:35.52] How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\n[01:37.13] When you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\n[01:39.29] And you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\n[01:40.99] You already knew we was gon' jump in\n[01:42.41] But fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\n[01:44.21] Mannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n[01:46.06] 107 Hoover, you already know it\n[01:48.04] Handicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\n[01:49.87] Ice water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\n[01:51.52] Niggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\n[01:53.56] Bezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\n[01:54.95] Kb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\n[01:57.68] I could've took off his neck (what?)\n[01:58.98] 'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\n[02:01.26] Could've got him walked down for a check\n[02:02.97] Take one to the head and two more to the chest\n[02:05.06] Had some young niggas ready to lurk\n[02:06.73] Get your ass put down six feet in the dirt\n[02:08.81] Could've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\n[02:10.45] Or some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\n[02:12.45] Yeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\n[02:15.38] If I throw him the Glock or the TEC\n[02:17.05] He gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\n[02:19.39] Yeah (uh), uh (yeah)\n[02:21.33] You couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\n[02:23.19] How much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\n[02:25.03] That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n[02:26.89] Bitch\n[02:28.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rap Niggas Pt. 2\n  artist: BigXthaPlug; Ro$ama; Yung Hood; 600 Ent.\n  album: MEET THE 6IXERS\n  duration_ms: 155000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Tony Coles)\n  start_ms: 11070\n  end_ms: 12450\n- text: Ayy\n  start_ms: 12450\n  end_ms: 13990\n- text: See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n  start_ms: 13990\n  end_ms: 15900\n- text: But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n  start_ms: 15900\n  end_ms: 17630\n- text: Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n  start_ms: 17630\n  end_ms: 19510\n- text: On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n  start_ms: 19510\n  end_ms: 21160\n- text: I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n  start_ms: 21160\n  end_ms: 23090\n- text: They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n  start_ms: 23090\n  end_ms: 24870\n- text: Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n  start_ms: 24870\n  end_ms: 26800\n- text: I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n  start_ms: 26800\n  end_ms: 28540\n- text: I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n  start_ms: 28540\n  end_ms: 30600\n- text: Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n  start_ms: 30600\n  end_ms: 32220\n- text: These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n  start_ms: 32220\n  end_ms: 34390\n- text: Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n  start_ms: 34390\n  end_ms: 36120\n- text: Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n  start_ms: 36120\n  end_ms: 38120\n- text: Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n  start_ms: 38120\n  end_ms: 39810\n- text: If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n  start_ms: 39810\n  end_ms: 41930\n- text: See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n  start_ms: 41930\n  end_ms: 43550\n- text: Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n  start_ms: 43550\n  end_ms: 45510\n- text: See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n  start_ms: 45510\n  end_ms: 47230\n- text: Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n  start_ms: 47230\n  end_ms: 49320\n- text: I got killers gon' step for the low\n  start_ms: 49320\n  end_ms: 50860\n- text: My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n  start_ms: 50860\n  end_ms: 52820\n- text: Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n  start_ms: 52820\n  end_ms: 54670\n- text: If he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n  start_ms: 54670\n  end_ms: 56400\n- text: Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n  start_ms: 56400\n  end_ms: 58200\n- text: Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n  start_ms: 58200\n  end_ms: 60260\n- text: I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n  start_ms: 60260\n  end_ms: 61990\n- text: '''Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin'' a pole'\n  start_ms: 61990\n  end_ms: 63890\n- text: Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n  start_ms: 63890\n  end_ms: 65650\n- text: I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n  start_ms: 65650\n  end_ms: 67850\n- text: Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n  start_ms: 67850\n  end_ms: 69350\n- text: Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n  start_ms: 69350\n  end_ms: 71450\n- text: Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n  start_ms: 71450\n  end_ms: 73450\n- text: And go talk about what's goin' on\n  start_ms: 73450\n  end_ms: 75180\n- text: In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\n  start_ms: 75180\n  end_ms: 76650\n- text: He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n  start_ms: 76650\n  end_ms: 78710\n- text: Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n  start_ms: 78710\n  end_ms: 80480\n- text: If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n  start_ms: 80480\n  end_ms: 82220\n- text: One of one, I could never be cloned\n  start_ms: 82220\n  end_ms: 84030\n- text: I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n  start_ms: 84030\n  end_ms: 86240\n- text: That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n  start_ms: 86240\n  end_ms: 87970\n- text: Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n  start_ms: 87970\n  end_ms: 90180\n- text: '''Fore a nigga catch me slippin'' off drugs'\n  start_ms: 90180\n  end_ms: 91600\n- text: Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n  start_ms: 91600\n  end_ms: 93380\n- text: Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n  start_ms: 93380\n  end_ms: 95520\n- text: How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? 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Shit, it cost the same thing\n  start_ms: 143190\n  end_ms: 145030\n- text: That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n  start_ms: 145030\n  end_ms: 146890\n- text: Bitch\n  start_ms: 146890\n  end_ms: 148660\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 148660\nplain: |-\n  (Tony Coles)\n\n  Ayy\n  See, these niggas must think that I'm sweet or I'm soft\n  But I swear that I'm far from a ho\n  Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear\n  On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow\n  I'm up next out the city, that's why niggas mad\n  They gon' cap and say somethin' 'bout a ho\n  Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that\n  I'm like, \"Fuck it, I'm uppin' the score\"\n  I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes\n  Me and 'Ma, we gon' stick to the code\n  These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road\n  Different money, these niggas wouldn't know\n  Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows\n  Before rap, I was kickin' in doors\n  If I go in this bag, then they gettin' exposed\n  See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho\n  Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke\n  See, these niggas is stiff off of coke\n  Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before\n  I got killers gon' step for the low\n  My lil' brother gon' step for a PlayStation 4\n  Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke\n  If he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke\n  Throw me in prison, I'm gettin' a pole\n  Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low\n  I got fifty just stuffed in my coat\n  'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin' a pole\n  Nigga reach and I'm lettin' 'em go\n  I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four\n  Left wrist hella ice like the snow\n  Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone\n  Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net\n  And go talk about what's goin' on\n  In my phone like, \"Bro, leave me alone, \"\n  He a ho and I'm knowin' what time that he on\n  Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step\n  If I do, they gon' holler out, \"BigX, you wrong\"\n  One of one, I could never be cloned\n  I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone\n  That's what happen when I'm in my zone\n\n  Off top, I'll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)\n  'Fore a nigga catch me slippin' off drugs\n  Nigga play with my name and it's up (it's up)\n  Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs\n  How the fuck you ain't stand on your ten? (The fuck?)\n  When you saw lil' dude, you was 'posed to get blends (what?)\n  And you had that lil' Drac' in your pants\n  You already knew we was gon' jump in\n  But fuck it, I guess some niggas ain't goin'\n  Mannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin' motion (like, what?\n  107 Hoover, you already know it\n  Handicap niggas, I hang with some rollers\n  Ice water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded\n  Niggas actin' too blunt and get gutted\n  Bezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)\n  Kb, give me the Drac', I'ma make that bitch stutter\n  I could've took off his neck (what?)\n  'Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect\n  Could've got him walked down for a check\n  Take one to the head and two more to the chest\n  Had some young niggas ready to lurk\n  Get your ass put down six feet in the dirt\n  Could've got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc')\n  Or some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)\n  Yeah, can't count for the net or a bitch\n  If I throw him the Glock or the TEC\n  He gon' shoot with some aim, that's a gang assist (swish)\n  Yeah (uh), uh (yeah)\n  You couldn't even touch my cuticles (like, what?)\n  How much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing\n  That it cost for your motherfuckin' funeral\n\n  Bitch\n"}]