20 of the Best Lyrics From 2 Chainz’s ‘Pretty Girls Like Trap Music’ Album
Adversity and perseverance are two traits that are present in the backstories of most champions, particularly rappers, where many within hip-hop come from humble beginnings and taking the path less traveled. One of the current artists in rap that has become an example of turning nothing into something is 2 Chainz, a rapper who once sat on the bench during the early portion of his career, only to eventually become a star in his own right by sticking to the script and making the most of his chances.
In his early days in the game, he was known as Tity Boi, and part of the group Playaz Circlez. At this time, he was under the wing of Ludacris as a member of the latter's Disturbing Tha Peace roster, where he and former groupmate Dolla Boy would score a hit with "Duffle Bag Boy" featuring Lil Wayne. But he would leave the label in 2010, and pursue a solo career, rechristening himself as 2 Chainz. Under his new moniker, the rhymer caught fire with his 2011 mixtape, T.R.U. REALigion, which would be followed by the release of his debut album, Based on a T.R.U. Story, as well as a slew of features that would confirm him as one of the more entertaining lyricists in all of raps.
The past few years have only seen 2 Chainz's brand grow stronger, as he avoided the sophomore jinx with his B.O.A.T.S. release, teamed up with Lil Wayne for a collaborative album titled ColleGrove, and made known his aspirations of being a mogul with a slew of entrepreneurial pursuits, all the while parlaying his charming personality into becoming a household name.
Currently on a hot streak, 2 Chainz looks to capitalize on his momentum with the release of Pretty Girls Like Trap Music, his third solo studio album and one that finds him asserting himself as a rhyme animal and curator. He's put together a project that finds him taking another step towards becoming regarded as a supreme soloist.
After listening to 2 Chainz's third album, we've picked out 20 of the most potent lyrics from Pretty Girls Like Trap Music. How many of your favorites made the cut?
"I had that work right in front of me fuck all you niggas you wannabes/Most of you niggas is under mees, I'ma give ya ass some to see/My car don't have car keys, my crib got palm trees/Pussy smell like sardine you, need to get up of my lawn please/This a real nigga conversation, real nigga demonstration real niggas/No Cristal or Hilfigers, a bunch of ignorant lil' niggas/A bunch of red young tenders, dark skin queens, Puerto Rican princesses/Scratch my hand my palms itching, hit the dope start twitching"
"Luda charged me just to dip, was there when Chaka was swung on by Tip/I'm like oh shit we goon tear up this bitch, pull out a stick when u put up your fist/I'm like these niggas done fucked up my fit, funny how heaven and hell coexist/Funny how life can put you in the mix, I sold the pounds and go hustle the bricks/I booked studio with the trap money, Lil Wayne used to come get the bags from me"
"My first foreign car, it was a Beemer/My second foreign car, it was a Beemer/My third foreign car, it was a Porsche/My fourth foreign car you can't afford/My pocket pregnant, don't want no abortion/My draws got them horses, my car got them horses/Rocking some Pradas like they was Air Forces/We had no choices"
"She said the molly give her thizz face/Put the dick in her rib cage/Whips out, Kunta Kinte/Diamonds clear like Bombay/Take your babies, no Harambe/Play with keys like Doc Dre/3K like André/And your girl, call her cum face" - Quavo
"Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the racks/I'm swervin', but I'm in back of the ’Bach/I'm Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq/I'm servin' I pay a bird for that/He nervous, ain’t got no words for that/He hurt and want all of his purses back/He mixing the syrup with the Percocets" - Gucci Mane
"Got my first quarter flippin' $50 slabs/Your nigga's lookin' at the bills, askin' you for half/Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results/Anytime she wanna dip I'm providin' the sauce/You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss/You keep playin' with me, I end up signing your boss"
"Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck/On a killin' rapper spree and nigga, you next/They talkin', chillin', watchin' Netflix/I used to trap and watch bootlegs/I'm on my wave like a durag/I see your boo, now where your crew at?/Talkin' tequila for the pipe-up/I hope you got a clean vagina" - 2 Chainz
"I'm gonna ’cause pandemonium/Pick up the paper, custodian/This how Prince met Apollonia/Tryna fill up California kings/Hydrocodeine with the Visine/Master bedroom on the right wing/This a Philippe not a Breitling/Fuck her to sleep, she had pipe dreams" - 2 Chainz
"I left my shades in Atlanta so I told my pilot to stop the plane/He bust a U in the air/She say she doin' it, where?/She wanna sit in my chair/But she could never be my heir/Checks, clear, Bible, swear/They ain't buggin', I go off/Asahd Khaled with the cloth/Dwayne Carter of the north/Dwayne Wade in the fourth" - Nicki Minaj
"I pray my mama quit smokin'/When my dad died, I got focused/I gotta table full of Ace of Spades/I don't fuck around with you jokers/Ain't heard a word from my old friends/Heard they wanna kick my doors in/I done loaded up the 2-2-3/I'm so high they might call a goaltend" - 2 Chainz
"Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it/And if you get paid, it's solely based on your performance/My ego is enormous like my crib in California/If you ain't got no heart, man you gonna need a donor/Now I said I'm from the corner of the ATL/Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails/Broke so many bales down that I'm shell shocked/I held Glocks, sold rocks by the mailbox" - 2 Chainz
"I can make a hundred thousand just sitting by the steps/I can count a hundred thousand with my feet in the chair/I can pull the baddest broad in here/With my hand pulled behind my back/One hand on the steering wheel/2 Chainz with the ponytail, got the bodyguard concealed/Ill meaning of sickness, I use the pharmacy as a witness"
"Used to have a killer crossover/Now I think I done crossed over/White fans at my rap shows/So many chains on I give you the cold shoulder/So many chains on, I tell ’em move over/Big shit over here, boy/100 acres on my property, man I might hit a deer, boy/I got felonies that's older than y'all niggas/Family time at the mall, nigga/6'5", I never been small, nigga/Your swag like RuPaul, I'm appalled, nigga"
"Hard work beats talent/Dope boy meets Khaled/Don P and eat salad/Walking around, my feet Bally/Sisquo and St. Ives/Six guns, eight knives/Potato on the barrel of it/Make you niggas hate fries"
"Rap shit check, trap shit check/Cashier check, fashion check/Foreign car check, foreign bitch check/Rolex check, gold around my neck/Juju on the diamond, my umbrella’s designer/Stand on your recliner, pourin’ all the wine up/Yeah, I used to pitch, you should see my wind up/Nigga fuck with me ain’t no telling where you wind up"
"My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I'm offended/I called, she ain't pick up, I text her back, bitch you stingy/I'm in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza/Walk in the trap house, use my Cartiers for credentials/I'm going wildebeest, all on my enemies/Negative energy, I could do anything, I got the guillotine" - 2 Chainz
"You had a sack but it's gone now/Safari diamond, money long now/Better wake up, smell the coffee/Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me/You was my mans but you lost me/Poppin' Xans, I'm exhausted/Cookie smellin' like a mosh pit/Pop a perk, kinda nauseous/50 pointer, shit colossus" - Offset
"Yeah, your favorite rapper's got no talent/Homeboy got coke habits/Used to drive a Porsche ’til I found out it was made by Volkswagen/This here is a toe tag ’em, Tity Boi gon' and toe tag 'em/Go ahead, hook they ass up to the tow truck/Let them know this a throat slashing/Your baby mama got no passion/Her best friend act old-fashioned/Tell her take them panties off when she walk around my boat laughing" - 2 Chainz
"Never fabricated about my fabric, the scale, that's my apparatus/I give a fuck about the sorriest rappers/This actually happened, path in the back pathogenic/Moved that blow out like we were afrocentric/I had a front row entry, I had the codeine kidney/I made up the Bentiaga truck, you owe me a Bentley/This the rap Ken Griffey, got at least 10 with me/Got at least 10 on me, I'm anti-phony" - 2 Chainz
"See my verses are better and my subject is realer/See my mom was an addict and my dad was the dealer/And their son is that nigga, I'm no Black activist/I'm a Black millionaire, give you my Black ass to kiss/We used the tree for a fence, I used to land in the trench/Used to dust myself off, then I eat me some shrimp/Coulda did anything, I coulda been me a pimp/I coulda went to the league, I took it straight to the rim" - 2 Chainz