Marlo – The Real 1 Lyrics

[Intro]
Dope man, dope man, I’m the dope man
Who made this beat?
Twysted Genius, baby
Woo

[Verse 1]
Money fold, dope sold, we got it sewed up (Let’s go)
I’m from where Steve got rich, straight off a blow up (Rich)
Skin Tight and Big D had the top on lock (Top on lock)
White boy, suave nigga, really had them blocks
Shawty Lo hugged the curb like a 911
May the Lord bless his soul, he sellin’ bricks in heaven (Amen)
Football came home and got his shit together (Foot)
Yeah, the Westside back, bitch, we rich as ever (We rich)
Meatball really ratted, can you believe that? (He did that)
Bird and Ju was too solid, how you didn’t see that? (Free Bird)
Block came home and nigga set the tone straight (We down for life)
Marlo dropped the bag off, the hood ate (Let’s eat)

[Chorus]
Dope man, dope man, I’m the dope man (Dope man)
Amiri jeans, a hundred racks straight off of crack, man (Crack)
Got it out the bowl, nigga want a whole thing (Want a whole thing)
Got some Westside niggas still in the dope game (Dope game)
Dope man, dope man, I’m the dope man (Dope man)
Amiri jeans, a hundred racks straight off of crack, man (Crack)
Got it out the bowl, nigga want a whole thing (Want a whole thing)
Got some Westside niggas still in the dope game (Dope game)

[Verse 2]
Big Bank the realest ever, told me never fold (Big Bank)
I replied, “I play for keeps, I put that on my soul” (Woo)
Tank a real nigga, I told him hold his head, dawg
Made a million dollars while sitting in the feds, dawg
Can’t forget ’bout Straight (Straight), he made sure I ate (I ate)
And me and Tweet was never greedy, nigga we passed the plate
PFK last supper and this the round table (Gang)
Hands got paper cuts from countin’ all this damn paper (Let’s get it)
QC, Pee the best to ever do it, nigga (OG)
Keen and Big Twan really influenced a nigga (PI)
Skippin’ school, selling dope, f**k truancy, nigga (f**k ’em)
And I’m a real D-boy, it’s Rudy, lil’ nigga

[Chorus]
Dope man, dope man, I’m the dope man (Dope man)
Amiri jeans, a hundred racks straight off of crack, man (Crack)
Got it out the bowl, nigga want a whole thing (Want a whole thing)
Got some Westside niggas still in the dope game (Dope game)
Dope man, dope man, I’m the dope man (Dope man)
Amiri jeans, a hundred racks straight off of crack, man (Crack)
Got it out the bowl, nigga want a whole thing (Want a whole thing)
Got some Westside niggas still in the dope game (Dope game)

[Outro]
Got some Westside niggas still in the dope game

Marlo – Shot Caller Lyrics (feat. Offset & YFN Lucci)

[Intro: Marlo]
I was sittin’ in the trenches with my niggas
And I know them niggas gon’ ride until the wheels fall off ’cause them my dogs
And I’ll knock one of y’all niggas off about my dog
So when you see them in the street know them my dogs
Ride ’til the wheels fall off (ride ’til the wheels fall off)

[Chorus: Marlo]
I was sittin’ in the trenches with my niggas
And I know them niggas gon’ ride until the wheels fall off ’cause them my dogs
And I’ll knock one of y’all niggas off about my dog
So when you see them in the street know them my dogs
Ain’t playin’ with these niggas, we shot callin’
Big ballin’, nigga we ball like Spalding
We ain’t playin’ with no opps, we straight off ’em
And a nigga get straight to the business
I ran up a milly off a pretty penny
And I dropped down to my knees and thanked God we really winnin’
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Marlo]
PFK be the realest, no switching up
And I ain’t need no lucky charm ’cause I had luck
Really slapped mine on these niggas, I’m havin’ that fetty
We don’t do no drive-by, nigga we walk up and get it
If Thug send the word, he know I’ma go and get it, yeah
Sellin’ them bags of midget
Bro I’m sellin’ that gas, no really, yeah
And Melly sittin’ in them trenches
I pull up the Bentley, right in the trenches
I told him straight up that he the realest
And he the realest, I really did it
I sold a thousand pounds of midget in the kitchen
I really did it, yeah

[Chorus: Marlo]
I was sittin’ in the trenches with my niggas
And I know them niggas gon’ ride until the wheels fall off ’cause them my dogs
And I’ll knock one of y’all niggas off about my dog
So when you see them in the street know them my dogs
Ain’t playin’ with these niggas, we shot callin’
Big ballin’, nigga we ball like Spalding
We ain’t playin’ with no opps, we straight off ’em
And a nigga get straight to the business
I ran up a milly off a pretty penny
And I dropped down to my knees and thanked God we really winnin’
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
Gang authentic (gang)
Head of my gang, lieutenant (hey)
Straight from the Nawf, tryna get it (Nawf)
Three young niggas, yeah we winnin’ (woo, woo)
Remember when the back end wasn’t that big but a nigga had to split it (we had to split it)
Murk in the feds, got caught with a SIG and it cost two-fifty (quarter ticket)
Ain’t no switchin’
Them my dogs, they bite, they vicious (urr, urr)
Private jet with the revolver, stay on my pivot (bah bah bah)
Pray to God ’cause I can’t get caught with this pistol (no)
Big boy missiles (missiles)
Niggas trained to kill when I whistle (hey)

[Verse 3: YFN Lucci]
Big ball, big ballin’
I’ma big dog, lil doggy
Your bitch can’t keep her lips off me
I just can’t see myself fallin’
Can’t see myself fallin’
I’ma ball like I’m James Harden
Ball like my name Jordan
Balmain jeans on me
Uh, I’ma put some change on me
You ain’t gon’ never see where it came from
You ain’t gon’ never say where I can’t come
You ain’t gon’ never ever flame nothin’
Uh, I’ma be the same one
I ain’t gon’ never ever change nothin’
I ain’t gon’ never give the game up
We won’t let the money change us

[Chorus: Marlo]
I was sittin’ in the trenches with my niggas
And I know them niggas gon’ ride until the wheels fall off ’cause them my dogs
And I’ll knock one of y’all niggas off about my dog
So when you see them in the street know them my dogs
Ain’t playin’ with these niggas, we shot callin’
Big ballin’, nigga we ball like Spalding
We ain’t playin’ with no opps, we straight off ’em
And a nigga get straight to the business
I ran up a milly off a pretty penny
And I dropped down to my knees and thanked God we really winnin’
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Marlo – 4 Season Lyrics

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)

[Verse 1]
Made a couple mil selling work, you know a nigga been signed to the streets, dawg (Streets, dawg)
Plannin’ bricks all day, yeah, shooter, street nigga with some paper
Sellin’ them bales by the acres, nigga whippin’ that dope like a slave, yeah
I’m on the top floor, I feel like I’m Pablo, got birds out the bando (Bando, bando)
I feel like a migo, I’m servin’ up people, my real name is Chico
I’m dodging the RICO, QC is the label
I f**k with the Migos, I f**k with Lil Baby, I been gettin’ them big boats
I been here in my city, girl, fly me some titties, let me see that you with it, girl

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)

[Verse 2]
Top floor, penthouse, naked, kickin’ shit, knowing that I’m rich now (That I’m rich now)
Nigga, f**k a nigga’s bitch now, hell naw I’m doin’ sit downs (Sit downs)
Twenty-four like the Waffle House (Waffle House), got the bricks going out now (In and out now)
Been in these streets all day, dawg, still ridin’ ’round with my K, dawg
PFK, we don’t play, dawg, shots to the back like Ricky (Ricky)
[?], nigga with the fitted, Chanaynay drip, I’m all in it (Chanel)
Givenchy, come and kick it, my pimpin’
Got the D’ussé, bitches sippin’ Henny

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)

Marlo – About That Action Lyrics (feat. Rylo)

[Intro: Marlo]
Run that money counter baby
Cold cold world in the game
It’s a cold cold world in this game
It’s a cold cold world in this game
Boy Marioo go the f**k crazy

[Chorus: Marlo]
Sleepin’ with my MAC-10, I’m creepin’ with my FN
It’s a cold world and a dirty game so niggas done got me back in
When the pack in, no relaxin’
When them birds flyin’, play action
Know some young niggas get drastic with that plastic
They don’t know none’ but the Illmatic
That lil bastard, that lil boy there went ghost, I guess he Casper
Nigga took out Marlo’s soul and then I laughed
And then I press a green button, then I whack ’em
Lil Marlo ’bout that action, get to blastin’
Nigga told you PFK, we ’bout that action

[Verse 1: Marlo]
Havin’ shootouts in broad days with them K’s
Still ridin’ around with that Drake
Ain’t no legs shootin’, we shootin’ at niggas’ face
And that dope bowl gave a nigga the code to riches
And I don’t trust nan’ nigga and f**k these bitches
f**k that shit, I ran up digits
And me and Baby boy still runnin’ around and we gettin’ it
And when I look in my stashbox I see plenty
And flippin’ shit, I really did it
Still sittin’ in traffic waitin’ on a phone call
I know if the walls could talk I’d be behind bars
So f**k this shit, I broke the law
I was swinging them sticks just like Top Dog
Tryna knock your top off for all that flodgin’
Got a bad bitch with a good mouth
And I don’t trust the street no more ’cause niggas creepin’
I been stickin’ to the code with all my people
So these niggas got me

[Chorus: Marlo]
Sleepin’ with my MAC-10, I’m creepin’ with my FN
It’s a cold world and a dirty game so niggas done got me back in
When the pack in, no relaxin’
When them birds flyin’, play action
Know some young niggas get drastic with that plastic
They don’t know none’ but the Illmatic
That lil bastard, that lil boy there went ghost, I guess he Casper
Nigga took out Marlo’s soul and then I laughed
And then I press a green button, then I whack ’em
Lil Marlo ’bout that action, get to blastin’
Nigga told you PFK, we ’bout that action

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
I’m married to the FN, that MAC-11 my best friend
I pull up on the side, give it to ’em
Ain’t no hesitation when it comes to the gang
You know I’m pullin’ up sideways, bust a nigga’s brain
‘Bout my brother Marlo, niggas know it’s trouble
I pull up sideways, hit him with the double
All these pain pills got me nauseous, all I know is play for keeps
You gotta stack your bread up when you in these streets
Every nigga gotta

[Chorus: Marlo]
Sleepin’ with my MAC-10, I’m creepin’ with my FN
It’s a cold world and a dirty game so niggas done got me back in
When the pack in, no relaxin’
When them birds flyin’, play action
Know some young niggas get drastic with that plastic
They don’t know none’ but the Illmatic
That lil bastard, that lil boy there went ghost, I guess he Casper
Nigga took out Marlo’s soul and then I laughed
And then I press a green button, then I whack ’em
Lil Marlo ’bout that action, get to blastin’
Nigga told you PFK, we ’bout that action

Marlo – Pigeon Flipin Lyrics (feat. Lucky)

[Intro: Marlo]
Cook that shit up Quay
I just sit back and I remember

[Chorus: Marlo]
I just sit back and I remember
I was just sitting in the kitchen cookin’ chickens and flippin’ pigeons
I would pull up anywhere and serve a nigga, man you can get it
And I’ll be all on the east side flipping pies, I’m in the low
Hopin’ I don’t see them guys
I just sit back and I remember
I was just sitting in the kitchen cookin’ chickens and flippin’ pigeons
I would pull up anywhere and serve a nigga, man you can get it
And I’ll be all on the east side flipping pies, I’m in the low ride
Hopin’ I don’t see them guys

[Verse 1: Lucky]
I said hoping that I don’t see them guys, I be all on the south side
Getting the bricks in for the low low, gotta stay focused and get this bankroll
My motto’s always stay focused
Never chase a bitch, gotta get this money
Make sure these niggas pay they homage, put up a hundred
You never know when the struggle’s comin’
You gotta watch your brother’s back
‘Cause these niggas they phony, they ain’t your homie
Talkin’ down bad on you to a bitch
But f**kin’ stand over that stove and break your f**kin’ wrist
PFK, them young niggas good, they know how to get rich
Take ’em back to the west side when we was f**kin’ with Chris
Them late nights in the 9, we was shipping out bricks
Me and Marlo standin’ in the kitchen arguing over the egg beater
We tryna get rich

[Chorus: Marlo]
I just sit back and I remember
I was just sitting in the kitchen cookin’ chickens and flippin’ pigeons
I would pull up anywhere and serve a nigga, man you can get it
And I’ll be all on the east side flipping pies, I’m in the low
Hopin’ I don’t see them guys
I just sit back and I remember
I was just sitting in the kitchen cookin’ chickens and flippin’ pigeons
I would pull up anywhere and serve a nigga, man you can get it
And I’ll be all on the east side flipping pies, I’m in the low ride
Hopin’ I don’t see them guys

[Verse 2: Marlo]
And I thank God I ain’t see them guys
‘Cause I’m ridin’ with them damn pies
I got an F&N with a green beam
Fishscale on the triple beam
In a Benz coupe and that shit squat
Man that shit be lookin’ real mean
When the feds came and they question my nigga
Them nigga better say not not a thing
I just think back and I remember
Remember cold nights in December
When my niggas ain’t have no coat, I gave ’em hope
Put that fishscale in that boat, I whipped that dope
And I turned the four one to a nine nose
And then them niggas sweet and I wiped slime nose, whoa whoa
I been ridin’ ’round with them grizzlies in the trenches
And I been showin’ them slime niggas how to get it
Tryna turn the dark nigga into the realest
Since I’m a hustler I’ma show you how to get it (Marlo)
Do anything to get them f**kin’ digits

[Chorus: Marlo]
I just sit back and I remember
I was just sitting in the kitchen cookin’ chickens and flippin’ pigeons
I would pull up anywhere and serve a nigga, man you can get it
And I’ll be all on the east side flipping pies, I’m in the low
Hopin’ I don’t see them guys
I just sit back and I remember
I was just sitting in the kitchen cookin’ chickens and flippin’ pigeons
I would pull up anywhere and serve a nigga, man you can get it
And I’ll be all on the east side flipping pies, I’m in the low ride
Hopin’ I don’t see them guys

Marlo – Pfk Lyrics (feat. Loso Loaded)

[Intro]
Cook that shit up Quay

[Verse 1: Marlo]
The red dogs hit the block (12)
Caught the young nigga with a half a brick and I’m duckin’ from the narcs (f**k)
12 know I run my side and I’m the boss, I call the shots (Marlo)
I’m the big dog nigga
I be with real gangsters and killers
Bad bitches and some dealers
The young niggas ready to ride when I’m riding
Them niggas dying when I’m firing
A hundred shots, I Blac Youngsta me a nigga
I had playin’ for keeps, I take the doors off the Jeep
I told the bitch she f**kin’ for free (come here ho)
And it’s a pleasure to meet

[Chorus: Loso Loaded & Marlo]
Bitch we playin’ for keeps, we grinding to the early morn’
I go chase that paper on that block, yeah all day long
Niggas say they with it, I’m just wondering who gon’ ride
I’m not here to play, that’s why I got it on my side, yeah
I’m out here playing for keeps, I blowed a hundred this week
I got it out of the mud, I’m really f**kin’ with thugs
These bitches they showin’ me love
I stayed down ten toes, now I’m just toasting it up
Let’s have a toast to the drugs

[Verse 2: Loso Loaded]
I’m grinding all day
Serving them packs in the hallway
Young nigga shootout in broad day
My young nigga he goin’ beast mode
Don’t care, he shoot you like a free throw
I grinded to get where I’m at
A real nigga, I’m staying pat
I keep this shit one hundred all summer
I’ma gon’ go and get it, yeah yeah
These niggas pillow talking
Disrespect the kid
Let the paper speak, yeah yeah
I’m out here playing for keeps
I want the flooded Philippe
Let’s have a toast to the drugs
It have me goin’ all week

[Chorus: Loso Loaded & Marlo]
Bitch we playin’ for keeps, we grinding to the early morn’
I go chase that paper on that block, yeah all day long
Niggas say they with it, I’m just wondering who gon’ ride
I’m not here to play, that’s why I got it on my side, yeah
I’m out here playing for keeps, I blowed a hundred this week
I got it out of the mud, I’m really f**kin’ with thugs
These bitches they showin’ me love
I stayed down ten toes, now I’m just toasting it up
Let’s have a toast to the drugs

[Outro: Marlo & Loso Loaded]
Them young niggas totin’ Glocks ’round my way, with extensions
Double cup, just sippin’
Fresh as f**k, we drippin’
Them young niggas want war
Play for keeps every day, yeah yeah yeah
We play for keeps every day, yeah yeah yeah
Y’all niggas want war, play for keeps every day, yeah yeah yeah
We play for keeps every day, yeah yeah yeah
PFK, you dig? yeah man
I’m talkin’ about a hundred thousand all on a bad day man
These bitches suckin’ and f**kin’ for whatever
Up top man, ha ha

Marlo – Bails Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Chorus]
Big bail nigga, pound break a scale
Nigga, yeah, we was gettin’ it through the mail
Pray to god we never see the po-po, got ’em by the boatloads
Swear to god we gettin’ ’em in by the truck loads
In front my moms, swear I gave him a hundred pounds
Nigga do ya thang, you know a nigga hold you down
Ain’t no back-and-forth, have lil one gun you down
Them niggas talking gangsta, nigga go round for round
Go round for round, ayy, we’ll go round for round
Them niggas talking gangsta, nigga go round for found
These niggas know they ain’t gangsta, nigga can go round for round
My young nigga going crazy, nigga can go round and round

[Verse 1]:
Big bail, make them bitches break the scale
Straight, they get it from the mail
Pack nine and we like yeah
Take care my whole team, them PFK, them bitches clean
A nigga rerockin’ over there, you know we selling straight clean
And I did it for my dawg
When he came home, he was f**ked up
And I gave him racks and we balled
And a nigga balled on y’all
And nigga seen them flaws all in y’all
Put a hundred on his head if that’s the cost
I’m calling big shots like a boss

[Chorus]
Big bail nigga, pound break a scale
Nigga, yeah, we was gettin’ it through the mail
Pray to god we never see the po-po, got ’em by the boatloads
Swear to god we gettin’ ’em in by the truck loads
In front my moms, swear I gave him a hundred pounds
Nigga do ya thang, you know a nigga hold you down
Ain’t no back-and-forth, have lil one gun you down
Them niggas talking gangsta, nigga go round for round
Go round for round, ayy, we’ll go round for round
Them niggas talking gangsta, nigga go round for found
These niggas know they ain’t gangsta, nigga can go round for round
My young nigga going crazy, nigga can go round and round

[Verse 2]:
Got the thirty hanging off
Let to shoot if it pop off
Bad bitch with good brawn
Ass fat from down South
Know some killers go retarded off that boy
Nigga acting real hard so he hard
That nigga pussy in his heart and he know it
Told him never show his hand and he showed it
I just gave you niggas a boy, you better quote it
I know these young niggas real and I know it
Tell them free Young Blue, he never foldin’
I’m a 9th Ward god and you know it

[Chorus]
Big bail nigga, pound break a scale
Nigga, yeah, we was gettin’ it through the mail
Pray to god we never see the po-po, got ’em by the boatloads
Swear to god we gettin’ ’em in by the truck loads
In front my moms, swear I gave him a hundred pounds
Nigga do ya thang, you know a nigga hold you down
Ain’t no back-and-forth, have lil one gun you down
Them niggas talking gangsta, nigga go round for round
Go round for round, ayy, we’ll go round for round
Them niggas talking gangsta, nigga go round for found
These niggas know they ain’t gangsta, nigga can go round for round
My young nigga going crazy, nigga can go round and round