Lyrics containing the term: yap+god+yap+god+lyrics (2025)

All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time period, here's a MaxipadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack, while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Rolls Royce pull up, black boy hop outShoutout to my mother and my father, didn't (hold up)"Oh my God, I never seen nothin' like this" hahaThat's what my mom was sayin', sheShe was cryin' and shitIt was, she was just like, this shit is beautifulIt was a beautiful momentYou alway-you always keep the picnic blankets in the back'Cause you, you never know (Gangsta Grillz)You never know where the fuck you gon' end up at(Okay, haha, now we ready) (let's go)Rolls Royce pull up, black boy hop outShoutout to my mother and my father, didn't pull outMsg sell out, fuck these niggas yap 'bout?

All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attackRappers are having a rough time period, here's a MaxipadIt's actually disastrously badFor the wack, while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nod, back nodNow who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Gullyside wi a action pakNo cuss cuss, no lip lip wi no parrotGullyside wi a action pakI'm ready now, di Gullyside full a action pakWi no beat round di bush, no go weh an come backRight now wi a action pakThey assemblin' a fire an' mi nah come backHalf eh' house pon di hill dem seh mi cyan don datMi no listen pussy face jus' teeth tom catAny woman bloodcat violator a gunshotMama tell mi seh son please keep yo karrmaAm getting older mi cyan tek di dramaYa but who sell mi out ah informa'Mi si death round di corner mi nuh lef' me llama, right nowMi ash like a ginger mi coulda never restMi have a sticky fingerMi no gal mi no carry pretty finger12 gauge pellet bust fling them through windowA chat dem a chatYap dem a yapGullyside wi a action pakWi no cuss cuss wi no wear frockGullyside wi a action pakTell dem anything a anythingAny DJ Hennessy, any focal chemistryFi rise against di god is a heavy sin

Solid nigga, real street niggaA hundred percent, a hundred and ten percentAin't no cut on this shit, niggaThis shit blue magic, nigga, like Frank Lucas nigga on GodFour trap spots at the bottom of the hill (Straight up)Tryna diss Savage, that'll prolly get you killed (On god)I get my shooter smoked, I think he finna spill (Swear)The beans, I got X, dawg, 75 cents a pill (21)Tez took a 15, finna come back on a pill (Free Tez)Pop took 19 'fore he was 19, made me shed a tear (Free Pop)Blew up on me own, no cosigns I was stiff (On God)I swear I went like six times platinum 'fore I signed my deal (Straight up)We used to cut MAC 90s before they made them Dracs (On my mama)I'm so Slaughter Gang, I'ma nut on her face (21)Captain Save-A-Ho, you might get shot in your cape (On god)Niggas drop a mixtape, then they tattoo they face (Lil' pussy)Niggas drop an album, then pretend to be gangsta (Lil' bitch)Imagine every hood, you gon' make it up, ain't you?

diggy dong dong dongDong dong diggy diggy diggy diggy diggy diggy diggy diggy dong dong[Chorus]Mi come again, fi rip it up and mash it up againMi come again, fi bun out all di informa demMi come again, fi zagga zagga zow dem againMi come again, fi OH GOD dem againMi come again, fi rip it up and mash it up againMi come again, fi bun out all di informa demMi come again, fi zagga zagga zow dem againMi come again, fi oh God dem againNah flip dem a flop dem a chit dem a chat but a mi dem caan flop man a lyrical datDem a yip dem a yap dem a hip dem a hop dem a dip dem a drop but mi fine like a rockPunchline dem a chat pon a beat dem hot pon lyrics but mi nuh bizniz datWhen di album drop I can chat don't flop di more we stock di money we gotDung yard dem call mi di top a di top PG crown mi di king a di cropVMA's Ashanti a go play wid mi locks all Hot 97 dem gimme di propsSome lie dem a ask why mi always chat dem a sue dem a flop some a do dem a don'tSome a sue to di cops dem a duck dem a dock fly wey when dat ?

INS best outFact, you knew that before he left the houseFresh at the produce sectionGaze at my shine like a showroom necklaceDeath wish, stepping in, declarationI'm checking niggas like test questionsAcross 110th now, across Belmont and MontaukCamera hawk hawks the sidewalkWhen they get to flexing muscle niggas bust youHustlers do you, gave you your first toolieCutting out of school to pump your first loosieThink graduate to wait, take it out of state, duct tapeAnything of pulse and heroinEmcees frozen, cuban link chains are goldenEverywhere I'm opening it up, they kill it rawMath here, I got 'em keep coming back for moreMan, I'm so turned up, all the marijuana burned upY'all don't want the drama, word upThe Wu first up, the game is the world versus usY'all was good 'til the world heard usY'all ain't want them Clan birds upY'all done want your man served upThat'll get the fans worked upHomie really wanna play, stir it upI'mma catch me a wave, surfs upGliding on the track like this, make me wanna act like thisMake me wanna smack that trickMake a killer really wanna yap that kidIf he opens up his yap that's itWe will fight when the night is doneWe live our lives tonight as oneMass of minerals in a glass housePlaying [?]

AllI do is drop F-bombs feel my wrath of attackRappers are havin' a rough time periodHere's a maxi padIt's actually disastrously bad for the wackWhile I'm masterfully constructingThis master pieceI'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap GodAll my people from the front to the back nodBack nod now, who thinks their arms areLong enough to slap box, slap box?

I'm so froze like a popsicleBut I'm hot when I walk through the clubI don't care 'bout that yip, that yapThat talk, 'cause they know what's upWell, it's a god in the flow, I'm making sure that you really know there's a god in the micEvery single time they typin', in that captionI'm the nicest in this motherfucker, do they wanna share a little light?

"My friends told me so"I hate when silly groupies wanna run they yapWord to God, hon', I don't get down like thatI'll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speakOr we could do like Uncle L and swing an ep in my JeepKeep it on the down, yo, we keep it discreteSee, I'm not the type of kid to have my biz in the streetsIf my mom don't approve, then I'll just elopeLet me save the little man from inside the boatLet me hit it from the back, girl I won't catch a herniaBust off on your couch, now you got Seamen's FurnitureShaheed, Phife and the Extra PStacy Beadle, PJ and my man LGThey know the Abstract is really soul on iceThe character is of men, never ever of miceShorty let me tell you about my only viceIt has to do with lots of loving and it ain't nothing niceRelax yourself, girl, please settle down (it ain't nothing nice)Relax yourself, girl, please settle down (it ain't nothing nice)Relax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle down(Keep bouncing, keep bouncing)

What up, fam?You know Bus-a-Bus had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, GodGood too see you too, GodLet's take the streets for a little rideOkay, we ridin' highYeah, you better light your L, smoke your L, and just kiss the skyHuh, and if you ever disrespect the Bus' or Meth, bye, dead man, dieYeah, I, I, I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time, God (yeah, yo)Come onI came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain (Tical)I'm bustin' that ass againI burn like acid rain, that ass is lameThese niggas tryna see how I come?

Trash god ellerim sarar esrarBana diss yap, Deha criss bowCannabis yak, Muffin dart trash godTrash god ellerim sarar esrarBana diss yap, Deha criss bowCannabis yak, Muffin dartTrash god, trash godÖzür dilemem siktiğimde söz verenleri (Slut)Özür dilemem siktiğimde göt verenleri(Slut, slut)Özür dilerim adına siktiğimde ölmeyenleriBen hayaletim sürtük, bilirsin gölgelerdeyim(Loki) kes, kes boynumu boynumu kesFlex, flex yaşatıyorum stresEs, es rüzgar gibi pes pesYok ki ben gibi, tüm hayatımız trash, trashBiraz klasik ama yaktım cadıyıFazla trajik ama emdi kanımıBen intikama bayılırım, siktim karını (Bla)Ölümlе nişanlıyım, düşünmem yarını (Rra)Bla, bla, bla çınlar kulağınKral, kral, kral taht kucağımBak, bak, bak torba tutarımDie, die, diе ölürsem susarım

"My friends told me so"I hate when silly groupies wanna run they yapWord to God, hon', I don't get down like thatI'll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speakOr we could do like Uncle L and swing an ep in my JeepKeep it on the down, yo, we keep it discreteSee, I'm not the type of kid to have my biz in the streetsIf my mom don't approve, then I'll just elopeLet me save the little man from inside the boatLet me hit it from the back, girl, I won't catch a herniaBust off on your couch, now you got Seamen's FurnitureShaheed, Phife and the Extra PStacy Beadle, PJ and my man LGThey know the Abstract is really soul on iceThe character is of men, never ever of miceShorty, let me tell you about my only viceIt has to do with lots of loving and it ain't nothing niceRelax yourself, girl, please settle down (it ain't nothing nice)Relax yourself, girl, please settle down (it ain't nothing nice)Relax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle down

INS best outFact, you knew that before he left the houseFresh at the produce sectionGaze at my shine like a showroom necklaceDeath wish, stepping in, declarationI'm checking niggas like test questionsAcross 110th now, across Belmont and MontaukCamera hawk hawks the sidewalkWhen they get to flexing muscle niggas bust youHustlers do you, gave you your first toolieCutting out of school to pump your first loosieThink graduate to wait, take it out of state, duct tapeAnything of pulse and heroinEmcees frozen, cuban link chains are goldenEverywhere I'm opening it up, they kill it rawMath here, I got 'em keep coming back for moreMan, I'm so turned up, all the marijuana burned upY'all don't want the drama, word upThe Wu first up, the game is the world versus usY'all was good 'til the world heard usY'all ain't want them Clan birds upY'all done want your man served upThat'll get the fans worked upHomie really wanna play, stir it upI'mma catch me a wave, surfs upGliding on the track like this, make me wanna act like thisMake me wanna smack that trickMake a killer really wanna yap that kidIf he opens up his yap that's itWe will fight when the night is doneWe live our lives tonight as oneMass of minerals in a glass housePlaying [?]

"My friends told me so"I hate when silly groupies wanna run they yapWord to God, hon', I don't get down like thatI'll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speakOr we could do like Uncle L and swing an ep in my JeepKeep it on the down, yo, we keep it discreteSee, I'm not the type of kid to have my biz in the streetsIf my mom don't approve, then I'll just elopeLet me save the little man from inside the boatLet me hit it from the back, girl I won't catch a herniaBust off on your couch, now you got Seamen's FurnitureShaheed, Phife and the Extra PStacy Beadle, PJ and my man LGThey know the Abstract is really soul on iceThe character is of men, never ever of miceShorty let me tell you about my only viceIt has to do with lots of loving and it ain't nothing niceRelax yourself, girl, please settle down (it ain't nothing nice)Relax yourself, girl, please settle down (it ain't nothing nice)Relax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle downRelax yourself, girl, please settle down(Keep bouncing, keep bouncing)

Trust me, ain't nuttin' like some hood shitGotta love my dogs but ain't nuttin' like a good bitchStrictly, if I'm goin down, she comin wit meWhole time screamin', "Oh my God!", ain't no mysteryY'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarmY'all been warned, you either step or get stepped uponCorrect me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last longCan't wait until ya fake ass goneY'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarmY'all been warned, You either step or get stepped uponNigga, uh-oh!

See what I was taught, family is all I needBut indeed them too can run me right up a treeConstantly talking shit 'bout the next relativeWanting me to take sides, but I'd never give inEver since grandma died, everyone parted waysArgue on holidays, left my uncle in prisonFor 15 years, no one paid him attention but momsYeah, my momma as loyal as any sister would comeCome to my house just to yap about your own peopleDang, and if your blood wasn't running through my veinsI would prolly cut y'all off too, yep'Cause everytime you come around, y'all be hollering thatWhoop-de-whoop, blah-zay-blah, he say, she sayOh my God, shut the fuck up...

Trust me, ain't nuttin' like some hood shitGotta love my dogs but ain't nuttin' like a good bitchStrictly, if I'm goin down, she comin wit meWhole time screamin', "Oh my God!", ain't no mysteryY'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarmY'all been warned, you either step or get stepped uponCorrect me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last longCan't wait until ya fake ass goneY'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarmY'all been warned, You either step or get stepped uponNigga, uh-oh!

Ante up! Yap that foolAnte up! Kidnap that foolIt's the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'Get up off them god damn diamonds (huh!)

Hhhmmmmmkafou mariani ak gen laHhhmmmmmRel'anmwey non!I'm sorry mamapou manti mwen ba ouMen trèt ya'p jwen à karmaKoz yo pi mal ke lougarouTonèboulem nèg yo trèt mamaMen KoulangetGod si se pat gras a ouLè konsa yo tap pete pow powTonèboulem nèg yo trèt mamaMen KoulangetGod si se pat gras a ouLè konsa yo tap pete powAn fas mwen yap fon jan pou bomAn dom yap fon jan pou blomAnfas mwen yap fon jan pou bomAn dom yap fon jan pou blomTrèt yo makiye san maskara no plim yeuxMais yo pa konèt ke vil la frajil kon piles œufRoule ake yo an lari mwen pa oblijeMemwa yo vid kou yon oranj yo prijePas jamais jamais pale de noumwen padone nouKoz mwn déjà wè kijan nou ja fè trèt entre nouAnfas pas jamais osé nouConseil la posé nouMauvais garçon réel ka pase Bale wouze nouHip-hop mouvement musique nègreMwen Assoiffé nég la yo ba mwen yon vinaigreSa yo swete pou mwen la Se yon vi maigreSe yon vi maigreRel'anmwey non!

On your pod of IOoh, this straight fubu burgers right hereYou know everybody sound the sameAnd the and the beatThe beat sound the same tooIt's like a basic kick hahaha, GodI ain't tryna hear no more Drake flowsI ain't tryna hear that yap-di yapYap and how you so lowI ain't tryna hear no more brag rapHow you got the mean whipAnd you got stacks, racks, so you sayI ain't tryna hear no more name dropsI ain't tryna hear that blah-di-blah-blahAnd how your song hotI ain't tryna hear no more fast rapWhack, whackYou need to be wise dead thatI'm tired, tired, you need to be wiseDead that yeah, yeah matter of fact

In the grand scheme of thingsWe never were supposed to have shitBorn to lose, built to winFolarinLet's get it inWe ain't supposed to never have nothingWe ain't supposed to never have shitSee the growth in my rhymesSee my focus ain't on themNah, at the top is just us, rightLet's get itPRPs or some dunks you ain't onGivenchy, but no kilt, mi amorWe can't leave, for we love the allureHold mine down and stay above what you onOn, I'm appeased and obligedScorpio freaks quantity GeminiI'mma need me a lightRidin' through the cap, Cap STEEZ on the mindI ain't know him but I wish I didEach one, teach one, may the youth liveOn that, Joey Bad please hold your headLost one last summer, livin' ain't fairWhile them niggas scared, we forever hereHate to see you smile, money everywhereDream killers out, I see them in the rearBefore I put them in a song, put them in a prayer, amenWe ain't supposed to never have shitWe ain't supposed to never haveWe ain't supposed to never have nothingWe ain't supposed to never have shitSee the growth in my rhymesSee my focus ain't on themYeah, I'm focused, it's Folarin hereI reckon your barbershop talk of thisHeavenly father, may the spirit of GodHelp whoever at odds get your guidance quickAll we need Keisha, all we need BeckyAll we need is God, and fed free fettiMy little buddy look strong, young nigga peddleHe ain't make it in the leagues, so the streets wet himGettin' wet up on the corner in whatever weatherBefore see the jail again, he gonna see the devilBeen a week since he seen his motherAnd 18 since he seen the otherI'mma pray for himIt's safe to say, he got some pain withinIt ain't too much that I can say to him'Cause my bank statement don't relate to himWe ain't supposed to never have nothingWe ain't supposed to never have shitWe ain't supposed to never have nothin'See my focus ain't on themI was so fresh, so clean when I stepped on that scenePulled up Aston Martin, you could ask them ya'll seenWhen I came through this bitchPaper tagging on leanBaddest bitch in the gameNigga that was ya'll dreamHold up, let me get a feelLike Jack say hold upI don't feel these niggas, nahHey WallaceYap, what's the problem?

"My friends told me so"I hate when silly groupies wanna run they yapWord to God, hon, I don't get down like thatI'll have you weak in the kneesThat you could hardly speakOr we could roll and puff a LAnd I can F you to sleepDo our own thing yea we keep it uniqueWhen I get over to yourCrib then we officially meetIf my mom don't approve, then I'll just elopeLet me save the little manFrom inside the boatLet me hit it from the backGirl I won't catch a herniaBust off on your couchNow you got Seaman's FurnitureChevy Woods, Jerm, and Ricky PLoody, Motor, Lonny and my big man BreezeThey know Khalifa man is really soul on iceThe character is of men, not a computer lieShorty let me tell you about my only viceIt has to do with lots ofChronic and it ain't nothin niceRelax yourself girl, please settle downLight one out for Phife Dawg

Cosa NostraLead pipe slammed in a storekeeper's headLooks like spaghetti decomposin in bedPlease don't shoot, God think of my kidsYou shut your yap you dirty piece of shitWe're Cosa Nostra Cosa NostraA greasy nightclub up on a tinsel stageOutside they bother you for moneyJust goin' along for the boss everyday so matter a fact when she sucks himDo like the animals doI hear the maggots have chewed who you most lovedHow they've come for youIt takes some pressure to make a diamondIt takes some losin' to win a soulIt takes a bleak house to run away fromIt takes a warm bed to appreciate the cold world inside of youShouldn't of dropped out of school to the bus tubAre you unlovedMake the most ofMake the most of what's still left of you