Tha Fuck lyrics - Latto

(from "Bruised" soundtrack)

Whussup? whussup?

Oh hey

Big Latto

OG Parker

I slap the fuck out lil shawty, keep callin' my phone

Checkin' me 'bout a nigga

Ain't goin 'back and forth with you when my bag is bigger

The fuck wrong witcha?

Drop, the bag on yo head, they comin' to get ya

Check, cop the new Birkin bag just came with a pistol

I slap the fuck out of one of these punk ass niggas

I don't play 'bout my money

Nah, I can't walk in without it

Plus I need the back end, all blue hunnids

Drop the bag on your head, they comin' to get ya

Don't want your nigga, baby, his pockets too little

Walk in the club and I fuck it up

I don't talk much, I just run it up

Know they call me back end Latto

I did 3 show 1 night, sum it up

Got these rap hoes tryna keep up

Ran down on 'em, made 'em give it up

Shawty if it's smoke, lemme know what's up

All you had to do was just speak up

I slap the fuck out a hoe like a mack

Latto don't play 'bout that bag, and that's facts

3 black truck, back to back

Don't need security, shooters riding in the back

These bitches wack, keep this shit in stack

I came for the racks, I ain't came for the chat

Like a quarterback, I run with the sack

Don't get attached, 'cause this ain't that

I slap the fuck out lil shawty, keep callin' my phone

Checkin' me 'bout a nigga

Ain't goin' back and forth with you when my bag is bigger

The fuck wrong witcha?

Drop, the bag on yo head, they comin' to get ya

Check, cop the new Birkin bag, it came with a pistol

I slap the fuck out of one of these punk ass niggas

I don't play 'bout my money

Nah, I can't walk in without it

Plus I need the back end, all blue hunnids

Drop the bag on your head, they comin' to get ya

Don't want your nigga, baby, his pockets too little

I slap the fuck out lil shawty, keep callin' my phone

Checkin' me 'bout a nigga

Ain't goin' back and forth with you when my bag is bigger

The fuck wrong witcha?

Drop, the bag on yo head, they comin' to get ya

Check, cop the new Birkin bag, it came with a pistol

I slap the fuck out of one of these punk ass niggas

I don't play 'bout my money

The Biggest lyrics - Miss Mulatto

The blogs wanna know who I'm fuckin

Rap bitches ain't talkin' bout nothin'

Fuck it

I'll change my name but I bet they still gon' find somethin'

Y'all ain't bully me out my shit

Dropped hits I still ain't miss

New money, new crib, new whip, new name

I'm still that bitch

Only bitch from my city went platinum

You know who the biggest is quit cappin

Plaques, money, stacks bitch I'm havin'

These bitches be talkin' more than they be rappin

Labels tryna make another Latto

Birkin hold my lip gloss and hollows

Clayco baby love Joy tomorrow?

Playin both sides get unfollowed

Right my wrongs hope I say it right

But they gon' hate til I'm dead right?

If a hatin' bitch wan see me stop

She gon' haveto catch me at the red light

Went from the favorite to the most hated

How a bitch overpaid but still underrated?

Don't want no sympathy just know I changed it

I'll be damned if the name the reason I don't make it

It contradicted what I stand for

The backlash ain't what I planned for

Now I know better, so I'm moving better

Ten toes to the damn floor

Misunderstood so I made it official

Changed the name watch they still make it a issue

Big Latto bitch ain't nothin bout me little

Let me show you bitches how to ball when all odds against you

The blogs wanna know who I'm fuckin

Rap bitches ain't talkin' bout' nothin'

Fuck it

I'll change my name but I bet they still gon' find somethin'

Y'all ain't bully me out my shit

Drop hits I still ain't miss

New money, new crib, new whip, new name

I'm still that bitch

The blogs wanna know who I'm fuckin

Rap bitches ain't talkin' bout' nothin'

Fuck it

I'll change my name but I bet they still gon' find somethin'

Y'all ain't bully me out my shit

Drop hits I still ain't miss

New money, new crib, new whip, new name

I'm still that bitch

First I wasn't tryna hear the facts

If they don't understand me kiss my ass

But lookin' back that was immature

Some shit you should just leave in the past

I tried to turn a negative to a positive

But now I see the big deal

How you choose a name like that

In a world where ya people gettin' killed?

I jumped off the porch at nothin' but 8

The name was given if you knew the case

I was too young for the debate

But now I take the blame for my mistakes

They don't wanna talk about the good

Like when I spent Christmas in the hood

That shit barely got a million views

If it ain't drama than it's overlooked

Misunderstood so I made it official

Changed the name watch they still make it a issue

Big Latto bitch ain't nothin bout me little

Let me show you bitches how to ball when all odds against you

The blogs wanna know who I'm fuckin

Fuck it

I'll change my name but I bet they still gon' find somethin'

The Grinch Freestyle lyrics - Luh Tyler & Latto

[Latto:]

Nigga callin' like come home, why you actin' like the Grinch? (Brrt)

Boy, you better watch your tone 'fore I show you how it get

I buy all my friends Chanel for they birthday 'cause I'm rich

Way too player, I'll never keep the beef up 'bout some dick (Never)

Stand on business, pull up and get busy, pick a place (Buh)

Hoes ain't tryna fight, they swingin' belts and pullin' lace (Buh, buh)

Let that ho think I forgot, when I catch her, I'ma blank

Got these diamonds on the sink, shit water, hit like tank (Water)

Bitches think they ballin', but they really Ja Morant (They ain't)

Like a two-year old in diapers, walk 'round like my shit don't stink

Ain't got time for a ho even when I'm on vacation

And I wish a bitch would, roll her up and I'ma face 'em

[Luh Tyler:]

Wish a nigga would, try to spark somethin' up, he gon' get smoked

Man, my nigga crazy and he ready to strike just like Lil' Boat

All this off the head, bitch, you can't name a song I ever wrote

I told your bitch that I'm a dog, but she keep callin' me the GOAT

Man, we gettin' this bread, no, we ain't fallin' out about no ho

Bitch, I'm a money fiend, if I ain't gettin' pape', then I can't go

Like how he bringin' in that cash so fuckin' fast, you niggas slow

My brand new bitch, I rip her out the plastic, fuck her on the floor

[Latto:]

Yeah, he don't know if he want Latto or big Big Brook, we both cold

I been doin' bitches greasy, this shit jumpin' off the stove (Damn)

I done turned that nigga out, he eatin' ass and lick his holes

Y'all be bendin' over backwards, I don't choose, I eat toes

He like, "Baby, what's your sign?" I say, "Baby, I'm a throat GOAT"

I sit on his lap like Santa and I tell him what I want

Every day, I put it on, hit the 'Gram and strike a pose

Don't even ask me where I'm at, bitch, I'm always in my tote

[Luh Tyler:]

Don't even ask me where I'm at, you know I'm always in my bag

I done finally ran it up, man, that's why all these niggas mad

Bitch, my diamonds hit without no flash and all my bitches bad

Pull up and I get that fuckin' cash and then we do the dash

[Latto:]

All these niggas on me bad, is it the face or it's the ass?

Put more rappers down than Fani Willis, bitches go out bad

Bring my shit out from the back, I don't get it off the rack

If I catch that nigga cheatin', then we goin' tit for tat

[Luh Tyler:]

This bitch callin' like, "Come home," why you actin' l like the Grinch?

Niggas mad to see up in the game, they sittin' on the bench

Ever since I jumped up on that mic, ain't been broke ever since

Nigga, I just walk up to a check and did my money dance

[Latto:]

Nigga callin' like come home, why you actin' like the Grinch? (Brrt)

Boy, you better watch your tone 'fore I show you how it get

I buy all my friends Chanel for they birthday 'cause I'm rich

Way too player, I'll never keep the beef up 'bout some dick (Never)

[Outro:]

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)

(Go Grizz)

UNAVAILABLE (Latto Remix) lyrics - DaVido & Latto (feat. Musa Keys)

[DaVido:]

Baddest, you know

Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh

Tune into the king of sounds and blues

(Initiating rage process)

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

And I sorry for who wan (Who wan), who wan gbe my matter s'ori

I'm only human (Human), so make nobody para, oh

Say I carry woman (Woman), shey na man wey I for carry?

Fuck all the rumours, abi e get when I talk say I be pastor

Mm, yeah-yeah, if you know, you, oh

The kind work, if it's not owo, oh

I can't talk 'cause, owo ni koko (Koko)

Oga Ade dey your dey, me, I dey for the dey, girl, I'm unavailable

[DaVido {Latto}:]

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me {Yeah} (Dem no dey see)

I'm unavailable {Big Latto} (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

[Latto:]

Unavailable, unapproachable, out of reach

I got ninety-nine problems and it's never me

I have dragged that wagon like a fucking chick (Skrt)

You took care of a thing for me, but accountability

Bad girl, you like when I whine (I whine)

I ain't let a nigga waste my time (My time)

Heels wide, no waist, no lie (No lie)

Deep dive, skin, face so (Oh my)

In a 'kini on a yatcht-o, close to my ghetto angels when I'm on the top floor (Yeah, top floor)

Tried to cover the blood, though, outside, fucking up the streets like the pothole

He want closure in the condo, too late, tell a nigga, beat it like a banjo (Brr)

Picky who spend your time on, tuh, picky who I make time for

[Musa Keys:]

Them streets be complicating my life, I don't have no time, sana

Come see me shining, got too many birds on my IG

I'm changing my life, oh, got my mama proud, innit?

She kept me going, this fame took all my freedom omo

'Cause I'm a big propeller, save your rumors

Girl go jealous, got a big banana

I'm a big propeller, save the rumors

Girl go jealous, got a big banana

'Cause I'm a big propeller, save the rumors

Girl go jealous, got a big banana

I'm a big propeller, save the cheddar

Fuck their father, chiki-chi-chiki-chi-chi

[DaVido:]

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

XXL Freshman 2020 - Miss Mulatto

Yeah, they call me back in, 'Latto, three shows, one night

Bitch, I'm too rich to fight, your head ain't nothin' but a price

I don't got a type, long his bag bigger than mine

Nigga, I'm spoiled 'cause my folks and them was movin' that white

You might see me out with one of my niggas in public

I ain't trippin', he ain't hit it, can't name one that I'm fuckin'

You know 'Latto lowkey, I'm a young OG

You can't play a player, real P-I-M-P

I seen my ex the other day, that nigga started to cry

I see these bitches sneak dissin', they know better to try

'Cause like a checked bag we ain't lettin' that shit fly

Big 'Latto got 'em big mad and you see why

I'm pimpin' niggas like Chyna, pussy all on his liner

Four, five different designers, they all like, "I shoulda signed her"

Can't keep up but they tryna, bitch, you play like a vinyl

When he ask, "Is this pussy mine?" I told 'em, "Kinda"

XXL Freshmen 2020 Cypher - Part 3 lyrics - Fivio Foreign, 24kGoldn, Mulatto, Calboy

[Fivio Foreign:]

Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

Viral, baow, ooh, yeah

Viral, yeah, uh

[Mulatto:]

Growin' up, my favorite rapper was Gucci

I feel like that say it all

I got a bag and pay for my sister's tuition

I paid it off, I'ma boss on my ex nigga, laid him off

If I rap it, I wrote it, I make the calls

Who else do you know that came from a TV show

Turned down a deal and still taking off? Hm

Real gutter, bitch, I'm from Clayco'

Birkin so big, fit the Draco

Bitch better find her somebody to play with

'Fore I get her tucked like some Play-Doh, huh

I make him slurp me, alfredo, huh

He eat me out in a raincoat

Pussy like lean, I put him to sleep

He say, "Your shit cut with that karo"

I don't gotta rap about sex

But this shit way too good not to brag on

I ain't even fuck a rap nigga yet

But if Fivio want to, then I ain't gon' pass on

Yeah, bitch, I get my MAC on

He ain't trickin', I skip him like bad songs

I drip-dropped a hundred on jewelry during a pandemic

Yeah, my money that long

I donated too, so don't mock me

They like outside of rap, what's your hobby?

Is shittin' on bitches a hobby?

Insecure bitch that make her nigga block me

We sixty-nine, no Tekashi

Difference is he better not go tell nobody

I was just watching this cypher last year now

Look at me now, only God can stop me

[24kGoldn:]

Hey, outta control, I'm doing shows

In quarantine over the FaceTime

She wanna rock, I wanna roll

Overseas, over the dateline

Dropped out of college, but I'm still a freshman

I'm 'bout to blow up in every direction

I need to know if we share a connection or not

'Cause then I'm just stirring the pot

I got it hot, niggas is talkin' a lot

But don't really talk when they flop

I got a mop to clean up the mess

That they made on my way to the tippity-top, bippity-bop

Supercalifragilistic expeditious, spin off the block

I got a plaque, and some rockets, some rap on my back

So just wait 'til you see me do pop, uh

Got your girl TikTok'ing to my shit

I see Fivi' in the cut

Woo-walkin' in this bitch

I see Cal' gettin' wild, see this style too legit

And Mulatto, she a queen

Put a crown on that head, hey

I don't want fans, I want stans

Tattoo my name on your neck so it last

I don't do free, need a fee

Somethin' to tuck in these bell bottom jeans

You know I'm too legit to quit, we do this everyday

From L.A. to the Bay, you know we never play

[Fivio Foreign:]

Yeah

Look, uh, all this ice on

I gotta roll with the Python

Uh, shooter, shootin'

Whatever he laying his sights on

They gotta turn up to my songs

Big flex, right arm

Big flex, bright arm

I got different type of Nikes on

And I'm not a liar, uh

And I don't get tired, uh

I got hitmans for sale

Uh, and I'm lookin' for a buyer, look

I see a opp and it's quiet

I see a opp and it's quiet, look

He wanna get lit, I set him on fire

Wanna get lit, I set him on fire

Feds snitchin', talkin' through the wire

We find who you is, we figure you out

We make you retire, look, uh

Word to my mama

I sleep with the .40 tucked in my pajamas, look, uh

Run up on me and I'ma go bonkers, look, uh

I make it hot, sauna, little mami, I am not on ya'

You fucked up, you fucked me, that is not karma, look

I put the Glocks on you

Sendin' shots, those is not warnings, uh

I am the top foreign

State to state and I was not tourin', look

I sit in the seat, look

And I catch it if she throw it to me

They fallin' asleep

But I'd never let them fumble the dream

Uh, yeah

And I'd never let them humble the team, look

And that's comin' from me

I call the movers and they comin' at three, grr, baow

[Calboy:]

Ayy, uh, yeah, ayy, ayy

I ain't been getting no sleep

'Cause, nigga, I'm trapping a lot, ayy

No, I'm not talking 'bout Polo

But niggas be capping a lot, ayy

I gotta ride with that Nina

'Cause niggas be yapping a lot, ayy

I got some aim with that glizzy

I blew his lil' cap off his top, for real

I got some boys just locked down in the cage

I know some boys from the sandbox

Prolly won't see them boys 'til the grave

I got some secrets we kept in the streets

Prolly gotta take that to the grave

Most of my niggas, we came up from nothin'

But trappin', bitch, we had it made, for real

"And Cal the Wild ain't bring no lyrics with 'em

But them niggas with 'em

Cal the Wild ain't move no muscle, shorty

Bet them niggas get 'em"

Uncle Westly taught me how to trap, so I'd grow bigger than 'em

Everyday I'm on finessin' shit in some different denim

I had problems with my demons, shorty, I been feelin' bitter

I had problems with my feelings, shorty, I ain't feelin' better

Fell in love, this bitch, she trap, she try to dog me like a kennel

If he disrespect the squad, that's on Jawad, we gotta kill 'em

[Fivio Foreign:]

Baow, we gotta kill 'em

Viral

2020 Freshman, grr

You got it, gang

Baow, uh

Yeah, 2020 Freshman

This the best one, baow