dj f*ck {fgh + jifty}

prod @twinglxcksss

my phone got 2 hot now im on my ipad
im the king of hooks i dont need no jab
busted in her hair like oh dats my bad
im like wtf my og smoke crack?

fk that
cuz my mom so lit i dont need no dad
and she say
theyll switch up when u up, mama i know dat
like ok
im tryn leave the city n never come back
bye bye
hey, yea
these bx gon do u bad
fkd up in the past 
my diamonds shine ts not glass
2 hung up on that
thats how i know we'll never last
im so in my duffy i might buy this bx a bag
w-whaaa
slut bx said she gay i still throw them rax on her
had to take em out the page i aint tryn fk up dat
disrespect to my face itll turn u to a hashtag
building up my backbone i been tryn work onnat

IPAD

og beat by Brandon Finessin, i jus remade it

bad bitch how'd i bag the bad bitch
i got blue bills stuffed up in my matress
how the pape come in don't worry ain't askin
i got drug runners throwin shit like madden
once you get it then you gone
ion feel at all
feel just like i did
this time i ain't wrong
and i get that shit
got the stupid tint whip you can't see me in it
go head roll that shit up
think i'm gon smoke the backwood
sometimes i feel stuck
matter fact i do what i want
they like 2k boy you getting up
flew out clt next thing im in new york
y'all ain't seeing me ain't stressin bout it
put yo trust in me i do it all the time
i gotta check my eyes see if i look high
i get peace of mind wasting all my time
i couldn't change on my day 1 guys
all my slimes getting shine they deserve
you just learn to take your time that shit work
pov i'm blowin gas and it hurt
used to sell my old hoop shoes for a shirt
and my bitch real put the damn
bad bitch how'd i bag the bad bitch
i got blue bills stuffed up in my matress
how the pape come in don't worry ain't askin
i got drug runners throwin shit like madden

Stupid Tint (reprod. 2k)

yo
bring all the bad hoes to the front
i got a model bih callin me cunt
dese ngas mad i get what i want
u want dat bag but u not the one
oh we got smoke nga say sum
i make a rich nga bankrupt
u got a man bitch break up

i fuck a bad bitch makeup up
holdup u thinkin u tough what
head tap, bullets give em shape up
bitch i’m bout my paper 
i’m on a mission can’t cake up
dese nga mad cuz they suck
all black whip, darth vader
i’m at the top see u later
im rlly big dog they pup
i’m finna balmain my hoe
i get a bag nga den go
i’m mr krabs bout my dough
i fuck ha good she say slow
groupie hoe doing what i say so
where dis hoe from? ion even know
i don’t see red lights, let’s go 

my bitch bad like ha pose
they see da caption say goals
one day im waking up inside a rolls
no i dont love her she can’t get a rose
she a lil emo it get me aroused
can’t wait till ngas bite my sound
ngas was hating, fwm now

like why do dese lame ngas want clout
i make a pornstar tap out 
we got dem drugs, thought it was a drought
can’t show no love, only to myself
came in this bitch, ian have no help
fuck dem ngas ian sharing the wealth
boris bidjan and it’s ricky da belt
she wanna pop out ha pussy on film
honestly done wit da pussy fr
might take a tab, wanna know how it feel
we gettin dumb money ova here
shot em, make em run funny, now he scared
ima get rich nga gimmie a year
shoutout my brudda for him ill kill
dese ngas don’t throw back pills fr
dese ngas see me they tuckin tail
i’m in a hot car dodging 12
if rap don’t work it’s death or jail
bad bitch know she sent from hell
i sing to dat bitch, adele 
u gettin money? can’t tell

i put a bad bitch ona boat
know da hoe mad, can’t get close
she doing magic wit ha throat
i’m gettin cheese yes queso
mexican nga throwing peso
my pockets big nga caseoh 
she rock da shi dat i pay for
i got some bands but i need mo
i always took u ngas as a joke
we had yo main nga inna chalk
u see da swag nga in da walk
she like da voice, like how i talk 
i got a whole lotta shit in the vault
she wanna see all da shit dat i bought 
i’m gettin more than whatever u thought
i’m gettin money nga and u not
boy fuck a fed nga fuck a cop
i shake da bed bitch make it rock
i’m tellin da bad bitches pop out
i’m tellin da bad bitches pop out

bad hoes prod me

vocals by synful & teezydakidd
produced by hakeon

[synful]
woah, woah syn (stah shit, stah shit)
tambout
70 passenger jet
baby syn could jih teach u finesse
baby rip me free, untie my chest
i’m specifically me at my best
check the specifications they golden, desired effect
this nat holdin’ my nuts ion want sex
ho crazy, we had just had met
i’m fuming, i know i’m not pressed
onnat ralph, mf get wrecked
get dat bible n throw up the set
it’s real vital for u to get the ho wet
god know i admire this ho, i let her vent
god know im trying, lawd don’t ever forget
shawty fresh off that molly shawty beggin to get hit
i catch that bag & i dont rock rick
it’s on TV static wit da .556
them ho get dramatic, that bitch shed a tear
it’s a maximum amt of dudes in this mf ian gon lie
u pulled up wit yo gang u tried
six flags shit man them boys gon slide
six flags ho, man this bitch gon ride
run ins wit da law like 6-7 times
we break ya spine now u rlly outta line
gotta be there when this shit go down
gotta b careful bring a bitch around
yea i got motion, fuck bitches now
green ahh mf, took his pound
i was just dry, smoke cookie now
they bully me, i’m on my bully now
hold that shit up, hold it down
25 bitches
25 of them bitches
bro off the shits he itchin’
she wanna fit my schedule, i’m busy
on that punk star shit like iggy
oughta pour myself up
i oughta pour myself up
slowin’ down on the mud, i had 2 hold myself up
me & thraxx man pull up and we serve ya bitchass delta
i had some misplaced trust, i trust a ho that ain’t help us

girl:guy (Feat. TeezyDaKidd)

Change Up

selfish (prod. usaidbanko)

doing the most prod. 16yrold, beyond, sk1pa, uv

tryna make sense of some things 
playing with fire with flames 
i’m wearing the mask like i’m kane 
it’s hell in the cell in this cage 
filled with a whole lotta rage 
don’t look through my frames 
i been always had glasses 
you can really kiss my asses 
i wanna go skip all my classes 
i’m skipping rocks hanging by branches 
these boys are slower then molasses 
i just walk through the fog can’t catch it 
burning that book with a matchstick 
now she wanna bury the hatchet 
hope i’m not the one that’s caught in a casket 
really like all of my thoughts is erratic 
they used to call me uh 
they used to call me some bad shit
crazy boy really i’m batshit 
they all knew i was that kid
i really put all my eggs in one basket 
i was in the corner yeah shooting from the basket 
they see me out skating by fat kid 
ravenous 
underground where the shit cavernous
you already know that they mad at this 
if there’s a way imma dig out a hole 
the same story that’s already been told 
found out i don’t need to roll up 
i’m at the show hope you show up 
i’ve been so sick need to throw up 
throw up my hands 
throw it all the can 
had to pull out the camera 
stacking the evidence 
stuck in the remnants  
trying to do better and get rid out it
sometimes i wish my mom had never pregnant 
i can’t see out my revenge 
this shit ain’t the revenant 
should i go make make my amends or is that shit irrelevant? 
all of the shit i forgot but all of the shit i’m remembering 
will you remember me when i’m gone? 
it’s notforever and forever’s only so long 
tryna make sense of some things 
playing with fire with flames 
i’m wearing the mask like i’m kane 
it’s hell in the cell in this cage 
filled with a whole lotta rage 
don’t look through my frames

playing with fire (casperrusa)

notforever (carter)

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