The Instabooth

[Intro: Tigger & DJ Khaled] What it-what it exactly are we doin? Don't play yourself, reward yourself and tune in to the 2017 BET Hip Hop Award hosted by me: DJ Khaled and Dade County Miami 305, big Tigger, salute I know you did it last year but this one is another one [Verse 1: Tigger] We keep it hype, never calm Green carpet flow At the BET hip awards and it's powered by Nissan Big Tigger off the top, it's what we do Everybody in Hip Hop, please stop through! BET instabooth LIVE from the carpet that's green Hip Hop Awards twenty seventeen Turn around say "Oh my god, look at the host, my man Khaled & Mr. Asahd." (ay) [Break: DJ Khaled] So-so I did this last year right? But now I'm doing it this year with my son, hold on [Verse 2: DJ Khaled] From the heart of Kingston From the ice of Alaska Buffalo soldier, hardcore Rasta I'm the original and the imposter Returning to make it, with or without ya New waters go (?) Well! steppin' in yo! Pull up! [Verse 3: Millyz] Okay, I'm in the Instabooth and I'm spittin' with Tigger A lot of girls out here, but I'm lookin' for SZA Last year was litty but, this year is litter BET like Kanye, it just came back bigger (whoa) I used to be a cane crack flipper But, now I'm at award shows and all my old broads know R.I.P to hugh hef- I'm feelin' like Play Boy Carti Tigger, introduce me to Cardi (hah) If not her, I'll take meeting with Barbie Nicki At least we ain't talking 'bout Iggy [Verse 4: Dave East] Yeah, I don't get to nap What you do for a living? My business, rap I'm out of town all the time, let me know if you can get with that 5 minutes flat, I bag an ounce up I was in the trap Funny that the ones that was closest don't even give me dap You claim you want me, that's something that you just gotta prove 'lotta jewels, Gucci uniforms like it's private school Crazy we wearing these red bottoms, then brought 'em out the blue Young rich nigga, prolly find me with Stella, got a groove Feel like I got her so now, I gotta follow through She telling me "if we was together, I have to follow rules" I'ma see you, when I'ma see you, I make a lot of moves I don't need you, but I might keep you What do I gotta prove? [Verse 5: Bre-Z] Like a ghost, I float That's my style, Bre-Z step out no- Problem, I got 'em, they go wild Still a hater, I try to paint 'em a picture I'm like "How?" I'm litty in Miami, my nigga, that's right now! She on- TV screens and BET, Aventador so 3D, y'all see me lean Hold up. Bre say less, I always say that But, if I gotta speak my mind they gon' say "Ah" I heard these bitches fuckin' for a lil position And I won't say no names, but I swear that I don't miss 'em I swear that shit was lame and I prolly should'nt ah did it But, she cried about a nigga over liquor, so I hid it [Verse 6: Tigger] Put this outfit on Knowin' that Trump might curse me But, I still black out in this all black Kaep' jersey Listen, I don't think you heard me I black out in this all black Kaepernick jersey And for the sake of being free Why don't we all stand with Kaepernick, and just take a knee? So we can reverse the pattern of police brutality Cause black lives matter (yah!) [Verse 7: A$AP Ferg] Ya girl all over my magic wand I rap like I'm chef Raekwon They like "What is Fergy Ferg on?" I'm the don drinking the Cris Poppin' ya chick, she all on my (uh) I'm all on her clit Look at my clique, that A$AP shit Uh, A S A P, F E R G Big Tigger, I'm jigga, and you know me, D (ay) [Verse 8: T-Pain] Lamborghini dreams, bitch I mean what I say Do it for a purpose, you just her by mistake Put that lobster over here by that stake If you lookin' for some hens, I got ten on the way I ain't fuckin' with these niggas, I'm an industry virgin Penitentiary flows, reinventin' the show Listen to these niggas ventin' they soul Getting in they holes, fuck a dead broad and leave that bitch in the cold (whoa) I'm too used to doin' shit that I do You niggas get up off my dick about that auto and tune All I do if give shit in the booth Niggas don't make sense, so I ain't tryna do this shit for the loose Look, if it don't make dollas, don't make sense And if it don't make ya holla, then it won't pay rent [Verse 9: Tammy Rivera] So we here, meet the flock Yeah, everybody (?) with the Glock [Verse 10: Waka Flocka Flame] Woop! Flocka home The kids misdirected and the cops'll roam Man, they rattin' on each other, then they back at home Actin' like it neva happened, back stabbin' (whoa!) What's next? Another rapper dead, no flex I'm goin' at they head, who the best? Cut the check Closed mouth neva get fed, take the food off yo plate Chew it in yo face, motha fucka I can't hear ya shit, moment of silence Condonin' the violence if you proposing to rise it They fan base mad I killed they favorite rapper Fuck it, I'm still they favorite trapper's favorite trapper Fuck freestyles, kill 'em with this written rhyme And all these coke head niggas better get in line No subliminals, I'm direct hittin' 'em Yo clique is soft, tell yo "kick it with a boss" [Verse 11: Big Shaq (aka Michael Dapaah)] Yo, I got the world saying "Skrrr, pop pop" Yeah, I did that Me, I never slack You see my jacket? It's all black! Skiddy ya, pop, kudu koom, boom! Yo, that's the sound that I do I don't sing, I just link See my ring? I bling bling Oh! I just killed this Ya done know, milk this I like girls with big urgh! Feugh, neugh, eugh, bugh! Ya done know Ya just grow Yo, under my hat, there's no Afro [Verse 12: Jasmin Brown] Damn, a part of 50 central for that ass We pullin' up here & we got a lot of cash Wait, not yet 'cause we ain't get all our checks But, we still here on the green carpet! [Verse 13: Vince Swann] Look! Boy, I'm flyer than a witches broom Got so many carrots, I'm a loony toon Beat hella cray, that's a loony tune Ain't no Big Sean, but I got the moves [Verse 14: Tristen Winger] 50 central, no stutter in my step Money owe me like that nigga lost a bet Can't wait to blow her back, she blanking Burn these hoes in my pocket Cash speed and lighting up, I'm on a 50central rocket Riding shotgun on the short bus? Ain't none wrong with the short bus We be up here in the short bus [?] and you heard us I don't write lines, I just spit it off the dome That pen and pad my enemies, we don't get along [Verse 15: Mysonne] I'm like Hova, when he was Jay-Z I'm big in his prime, it's poetry Bigger than rhyme, I'm bigger than crime I figured, all the real niggas who listen rhymes, in time the only name y'all gon' mention is mine My shit is divine, entwined with henchmen and the grind Con, then lynch men over dimes Let me remind- all y'all I lynch men over rhymes, so when you spittin' don't go over that line, soldier [Verse 16: Cozz] Now, you should see they faces when I pull up in my car A lot of niggas hatin' and bitches startin' in awe Let them niggas hate, if they armed, then it's on Them niggas got more than balls and they drawls (?) Straight from the porches, now we getting gorgeous- Women to endorse us, you know we gotta get it on I'm here with Tigger, my nigga Know that we tryna get bigger Shout out J.Cole, my dog You know what's goin' on That BET, you know you see these niggas in (?) streets You know we goin' off the top You know how we rock Yeah, I got my dog from the block [Verse 17: Tee Grizzley] I got a record deal, my label don't like it when I hang out That let me know that they ain't know me 'fore I came out Kevin Laws, I know it's a risk to have these chains off But, I'm that same- that'll knock a- brains out Ex b- run off with a rollie Hope, she make it strech I could'a killed her lil dirty ungrateful ass But, I'm more mad myself for tryna date a rat Plus, I get thirty for a show so, I'ma make it back Used to order Wendy's fries, bring a shake with that Now it's Benihana rice, put some stake on that The Mustang used to always run outta gas Now, I'm in that wraith, touch the paint and it's a body bag [Verse 18: XXXTENTACION] Rap quitter, knack of the sack, nigga Who blizzards this rap, bigger than men of a pack Grin to the top of the gat, grip, and I'm busting up wack niggas Tarter or plaque, nigga? What do you choose? Simply irrelevant, ehm, cynical, evident Please, wrestling evidence, keys Moving when definite Sole goals for the president Bleed red for the government, he's... (ahhahaha) [Verse 19: Zoey Dollas] I don't drink, I don't smoke I stay sober That mean they don't work for you I just lied, I be on them percys, too You know how I'm goin' Coming from the dome If you call yourself "King" I'm coming for the throne Waited my whole life to get in the booth with big Tigger I wear a jacket, Versace with a big zipper I'm fly as hell, I'm feeling like a turbine And I bag ya chick, 'cause I'm handsome and my words fine Yeah, comin' from the top of the head Stay on top of that money, on top of the bread And they hammer right here on me, on top of the leg With ya shorty tiltin' right on top of the bed [Verse 20: YFN Lucci] [??] [??] [Verse 21: King Combs] [??] [??] [Outro: Tigger & Michael Blackson] [??] [??]