2024 Cypher lyrics

[Intro: Lando Bando & J1Hunnit]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
Had to put some crazy sh*t together for this one (1Hunnit)
I ain't gon' lie, J1Hunnit (It's BlueStrip, baby)
(It's Lando, your b*tch know, don't let your b*tch go, n*gga)

[Verse 1: J1Hunnit]
Pape' on me like I filed a claim
The Wockhardt smooth jazz how it ease the brain
Chop with me, Ed Sheeran, I'll make it rain
Drum on it like a band leader, John Coltrane
Look, them boys had a short run, I had a longer reign
Ghost Rider, I'm arrivin' with a danglin' chain
Do your homework on this Hutch, I'm not J Mane
Adam22, you gotta pay to hit my main

[Verse 2: StanWill]
Checkered Louis sneaks, but the Tesla plaid
Be done broke the brakes, all I press is gas
If you say it's up with us, you should invest in mags
We got hot sh*t, these bopsticks'll split a vest in half
In the lab more than Bill Nye, ganger real high
I heard buddy talkin' real hot, bet he still die
Bro'll creep up on him real sly tryna drill guy
Ride with ganger 'til them wheels pop, b*tch, we still lie
[Verse 3: Sweet T]
This b*tch think she's a ten, her 'fit cost ten on Shein
I'll chop an opp about the cheese, you would think I'm from Queens
There's not one ounce of ho in my blood, soul, or genes
You be cookin' up Big-Sweet-produced cuisine
White as hell, but I'll fry an opp like perogis
Don't press the clique, Dutch be smokin' bogies like stogies
The chop stiff as hell, but it'll bend you like a yogi
Sixty rounds in the mag, this b*tch is built like a hoagie

[Verse 4: Shaudy Kash]
You can catch me uppin' dog sh*t screamin', "Can't Be f*cked With Records"
All in a n*gga section, diamonds all on my necklace
It's a lot of pretty-ass hoes wanna sex me
Tuh, you can catch me where the six be
b*tch want me bad, she'll try to catch me in the six-speed
b*tch, I been the one since sixteen
Was smalltime, now a n*gga in the big league
Get the neck from a b*tch, then I'm set like Big Beaver

[Verse 5: TrDee]
Catch me at the lab, might burn it down, I'm always droppin' fire
I treat hoes just like some crackheads and throw 'em on the wire
You know I'ma ball on these n*ggas until I retire
It don't matter, I can do the Crocs or I can do designer
Listen to me, I can be your teacher, teach you somethin', boy
You don't want them shooters on your trail blazin', Brandon Roy
Gotta live it up, your time somethin' that you can't avoid
I see that you hurtin', sh*ttyBoyz, come and get employed
[Verse 6: Prince Jefe]
Dope so strong, we smacked this b*tch with Roy
Who that with the AR out the window yellin', "Free them boys?"
My mama told me, "Watch these n*ggas, son, and keep the torch"
Birds fly south in the winter, but I'm goin' north
I caught a splinter, hold the wood like a newborn
This a new whore, made a hundred off the last one
Put this b*tch in sport, try to flip me, pull a fast one
Go and ask somethin', last n*gga, he ain't last nothin'
Whip out ARP, n*gga, bag up
I'm with the brick man, somethin' ain't addin' up
The math ain't mathin', ho, I'm past dub
Ain't no love in this sh*t, you better keep your gun

[Verse 7: Jugg Harden]
That b*tch trust me, Ashanti, the b*tch foolish
Told the b*tch I gotta put myself first, Lucious
She ain't know I rap, turn her ass to a groupie
Lil' rat b*tch say she never had Pucci
b*tch, call me Lonnie, do whatever I say
That's like three exotic cars in the driveway
Gave your b*tch a wet ass, told her drive safe
Don't call me Jugg no more, b*tch, you talkin' to the bank
Lil' b*tch don't look good, she look great
What come after seven, baby girl? Eight
I ain't talkin' 'bout a feature when we hit him with a Drac'
She smell like Chanel, but her attitude stank
She said we wasn't f*ckin', almost thought it was a prank
Kill a rap n*gga, then you move up a rank
He an athlete in the field doin' two-a-days
Soon as I see an opp, bet I turn to Pootie Tang
[Verse 8: Big Money Rich]
I been eatin' so much, I'ma grow a Gucci Mane
I was servin' in the feds 'cause I had Tunechi pages
Servin' in the hood now 'cause brodie got the 'caine in
My baby catch hats and sell work, he like Kanan
Too many F's on my record for expungement
I been eatin' so much, I gotta start doin' crunches
When I went to school, I was gettin' free lunches
Now I graduated, sellin' donuts like Dutches

[Verse 9: HomeAlone Drock]
Turn my pain into lyrics, now I'm worth some M's
Drinkin' 'til I'm stuck 'cause it hurt me still
From the way a n*gga talkin', we know you ain't real
He ain't never risked his life, he don't got that skill

[Verse 10: Certified Trapper]
It's two things I ain't never seen, a rich b*tch
And a yop that'll never do a misfit
Get wop, then a n*gga get his b*tch
I ain't never switched up, but my wrist did
I ain't never switched up, but my b*tch did
f*ck a belt to your ass, this a hitstick
I could pull up, slap you on the bus, you know I'm with the sh*t
You got her walkin' 'round like a puppy 'cause you hit the b*tch
You wouldn't never hit a n*gga, but you go and hit a b*tch
You wouldn't never kill nobody, why you tryna hit that lick?
What up, brodie? Leave your sh*t splotched, you gotta leave your kids
You lookin' through your b*tch phone just to try to see my wrist
Polin', patrollin' 'round the block, you see my crib
Ho did me like a Capri Sun, you see my ribs
Room after room after room, MTV Cribs
The M at the end of the year, I got my dibs

[Outro: Certified Trapper]
Stretch Gang, b*tch, you know what the f*ck goin' on, Dog sh*t Militia