prod. 5kjordn - 210 bpm

At the drop, hit the jugg let it spin (Let it spin)
That’s a big Glock, bullets in the wind
I got big gwuap watch how I spend
That’s a hollow, big lead
I got bitches and they flock like I’m dead
Huh, in the cup pour the pint lil’ red (Yeah right)
Lil’ bitch give a fuck what you said
Alright, I swear to god all these hoe’s just switching sides
Uh, big gwuap on me cannot go out sad
With a fine lil’ bitch throw it back
In the back of the club with a MAC (Woah)
Give a fuck about your man he a bitch too

What’s going on, on the floor?
Pop some molly in this bitch I can’t see straight anymore
Keep it cool, whats the name of this club?
I can’t remember but it’s alright, no, just-

B-Bitch forget about your man
Big gwuap, big stick, big bands
Bitch see the green on me and she ran
Like a hoe, bitch fake on the ‘Gram (Uh)
Hit a bitch with that rod man down
I spy all these opps in the ground (Uh)
Light a blunt in this bitch, pass around
Like, 60 round, 100 round kill the lights out

hiatus

hiatus prod. 5kjordn

prod. 808tec - 142 bpm

I said when I come through
All these bitches slide (slide)
You wanna play with guns too
You gon' fuckin' die (ha)
Your bitch even run through
I won't even lie
I get 16 when I come through
I don't even try

What you tryin'
Why you lyin' (lyin'), lyin' (lyin'), lyin' (why)
Why the fuck you try
If she a bad bitch, then she mine
I'm living lavish, this is my life
(what), life (yeah), life
If you not taxed, then you gettin' fined

Pull out a strap, hit you with a nine
How many racks, bitch, I got like nine (what)
Nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine
Nine, nine, ninе, nine, nine, nine, ninе

I said when I come through
All these bitches slide (slide)
You wanna play with guns too
You gon' fuckin' die (ha)
Your bitch even run through
I won't even lie
I get 16 when I come through
I don't even try

(I don't even try)
(I don't even try)
(I don't even try)
(I don't even try)

nine prod. 808tec

prod. rnzy - 144 bpm

(You Have No Heart)

T-This bitch won't answer
I put you up in the sky like a banner
No I am really not into that banter
But play with me I'll get you— like a camera (Yeah)
Your bitch a scammer
Selling her body online a free-lancer
Pussy get popped like a mafuckin' Fanta–(Yeah, uh)
Big Glock .45
Pots whipping that stove
Said he got too many hoes, lies
This bitch already knows I-
Half a zip and i'ma go
Big ass stick finna' make him fold, yeah

Bitch I'm god
Ex bitch wanna' be me on god
I told her no and made that bitch walk
After I hit she couldn't even walk, yeah
I spend me a bag
I'm gonna' blow it in Sak's
Or I'm gonna' blow out her back
If she bad I might pay for hеr tab
Why you tripping is you off a tab?
Put you on a shirt now everyone sad, yеah
Six feet in the dirt
I might be young but I put in the work
I got the green make that bitch twerk
Pour up the lean, pints that we serve
She wanna' fuck I told her sure
But that bitch was a slut, so I curved

(Yeah, You Have No Heart)

Ha, he get hit—huh hit up
Risk but my wrists cut
We could get this bitch rocked
Posted with that big stuff
He gon' get his shit jumped
Aye, like he gon' get his shit tucked
Like get me that ass myself

Huh, ain't pay no price
He talking crazy my niggas gon' slide
I got a popper on me by my side
Hang with the opposition you gon' die
Nigga a bitch he get sprinkled like rice
My niggas jugging finnesing the pints
They be like "Jaydes I got a new question
How you a trap nigga but you-"

Where's your bitch at?
Nigga talk, get clapped
Pussy think he big bad
Like we gon' kick his shit back
Racks he ain't get that
Pussy niggas staying out
Niggas know i'm fucking him
I don't need no name tag

tabs (feat. jaydes) prod. rnzy

prod. usaidbanko - 148 bpm

I just dropped the top
And now she callin' me (callin' me)
Balenci when i walk
I hope they don't follow me
Rich hoes like to flex hard
Bitch, I know that
And that bitch boy don't wanna' press charge
Cause I tote that (fah)

I got a strap when I walk
And please don't come round here
Looking for love, but it's lost
I fuck that bitch from the top down
Spending it, throwing it all out
All for a bitch that don't want me no more
I swear that I cannot stand it with whores
But I gave it all for a standard whore

I walk into Prada i'm buying the store
I walk in the building the bitch hit the floor
I'm off a pill I can't hear you no more
She clean it up, got one foot out thе door
She clean it up but she wantеd some more
I hit that bitch in the back with four
I hit his bitch in the back, oh lord
That bitch is wild and rachet for sure

If he talk show him my rachet for sure
Huh? Bitch i'ma slap him for sure (what?)
I put him up in a casket oh lord
Fuck that boy whippin' a Honda Accord?
I pull up and I spend, and I spend, and I spend
And I spend, and I spend, and the commas dior
Bitch I ain't got no heart
We light him up and we send him to the stars

Send him to stars (ah)
Send him to stars (uh)
I got a—(uh)
Send him to stars (uh huh)
I got a bih—(hold on)
I got a bih that, that i'm feelin' apart
Feelin' apart (part)
I got a bih that, that i'm feelin' apart (yeah)
Sent her my heart, uh-ah-huh

I just dropped the top
And now she callin' me (callin' me)
Balenci when i walk
I hope they don't follow me
Rich hoes like to flex hard
Bitch, I know that
And that bitch boy don't wanna' press charge
Cause I tote that

whore prod. usaidbanko

prod. usaidbanko - 134 bpm

Huh, up in the hills
Yeah, she in her feels
Bitch I'm countin' the bills
Yeah, fuck what you feel

Yeah, my money is adding together (yeah)
Bitch he light, float like a feather (yeah)
Homie is up now we gon' send him to heaven
Or hell, yeah shawty know I never tell
Huh, he slide a K through the mail (yeah)
We make it rain down make it something like hail
Bentley Bentayga I'm switching man (yeah)
We only hit opposition man (yeah)
I cook it up like a kitchen man
In the cup I poured a red and I'm sippin' it

Yeah, I'm antsy
I got a bad bitch getting handsy
I see a bad bitch take her panties off
That bitch giving head or nah?
Yeah, red dot
Or a beam on the carbon a headshot
When they listen my music they head nod
I got an ARP knock his head off (yeah)

Yeah, I feel amazing
Lotta' you bitches be hating
And a lot of you bitches be faking
I mind my business, you hating
And they waiting
And they said that I wouldn't fucking make it
But a lot of you bitches is jaded
Yeah, I stack it up cause I'm patient

(Yeah)
Huh, up in the hills
Yeah, she in her feels
Bitch I'm countin' the bills
Yeah, fuck what you feel
Yeah, my money is adding together (yeah)
Bitch he light, float like a feather (yeah)
Homie is up now we gon' send him to heaven

hills prod. usaidbanko

prod. vtmns - 166 bpm

Take her top down (yeah)
Pull her drawers out (oh yeah)
Got no heart now (oh yeah)
Diamonds on my collar
Ah, if he talk now
Beat him with my Glock yeah-ah
Fifty shots we gon' put him in the stars yeah-ah

(In the stars yeah-ah)

Uh, this one right here meet me at the top (at the top)
If you wan' talk shit I hit his stocks, a lot
Fill my pockets up with all the gwuap, the knots
Like a jalapeño bitch I'm hot the sauce
I've been smoking thrax we roll it up in RAW
Brand new ARP the army guns, the rod
Fuck that bitch and then I hit the dash, so long
Fuck that bitch and then I hit the

Uh, I hit the uh, I hit the uh-bitch oh my god
I stack it up, I stack it up and count my gwuap
Bitch be for real, you really want this bag or not
Bitch be for real, you let me hit it or I'm gone

(Yeah be for real, you let me hit it or I'm gone)

Yeah, I'm in my bag
I told that bitch I'm going dumb
I'm popping tags
I pop a Xan I'm going numb
I'm heating up, I'm heating up just like the sun
I eat it up, eat that pussy a filet mignon
And when I'm done
That shit hit's blue just like a plum
Will not cuff her, up this bitch
I up the score and then I uh
Will not cuff her, up this bitch
I up the score and then I uh

Got no heart now (oh yeah)
Diamonds on my collar
Ah, if he talk now
Beat him with my Glock yeah-ah
Fifty shots we gon' put him in the stars yeah-ah

(In the stars yeah-ah)

Uh, this one right here meet me at the top (at the top)
If you wan' talk shit I hit his stocks, a lot
Fill my pockets up with all the gwuap, the knots
Fill my pockets up with all the gwuap, the knots

knots prod. vtmns (rerelease)

prod. zeurtuo - 140 bpm

(Hey, I just wanted to say I love you and I miss you Ben—usaid)

I don't want that bitch, she for the team
Saint Laurent, take her on shopping sprees
Boy got shot, he think we enemies—he think he ended me
We leave him dead you'll see

(Dead you'll see, dead you—)

Put an end up to that bitch oh yeah
And I'm staying hidden with that camo woa-ah
All my bitches stay up on camando
Ain't no trap, this ain't no bando
This that penthouse where I'm staying on god

P-push up in that Benz
I don't follow trends
Ass so flat I though your bitch was trans woa-ah
Cut off all my friends
Blowing smoke up in the wind
Hit that bitch I'm him
I said hit that bitch I'm him

(Tonight this breaking news that we are following, coming in just moments ago here as Israeli defence forces say they found the bodies—)

(Yeah, Uh, yea-uh-ah)

I don't want that bitch, she for the team
Saint Laurent, take her on shopping sprees
Boy got shot, he think we enemies—he think he ended me
We leave him dead you'll see

(Huh, ah, Huh, yea-uh-ah)

(Huh, ah, Huh, yea-uh-ah)

enemies prod. zeurtuo

prod. zeurtuo - 149 bpm

(Uh, u-uh)
(Uh-uh ah)

Hey!
I said I don't want no bitch that I can't love no more
Same bitch that dubbed me turned into a fucking whore
Bitch I up the score
She poped a molly, she can't feel no more
Said he upped the chop
Send them bullets flying through the door

Uh, yeah
Say no more (say no more)
These hollow points will drop him to the floor
Oh she fiending, yeah she want some more
Yeah, I can take you places you ain't been before

(Oh yeah)
He don't want no problems he threw up a four
And now the whole gang on him now he begging lord
Have mercy on him
We catch up and I pull out my four (fah)
Put seven shots up in his body, momma at the store
She don't even know her son went through the floor
We faded him and now they claiming it's a fucking war
Yeah, I can see em' changing what they hating for?
Hold up, I can see them switching whatchu' changing for?
Oh you a hating whore

(Uh-ahh, Uh-ahh)
(Uh-ahh, Uh-ahh)

Hey!
I said I don't want no bitch that I can't love no more
Same bitch that dubbed me turned into a fucking whore
Bitch I up the score
She poped a molly, she can't feel no more
Said he upped the chop
Send them bullets flying through the door

Yeah, the way I make that money (uh-huh)
I think that bitch she want it
But you can't take it from me
I think that bitch she love me
All up in her tummy
I'm in the hills with the figures
Bitch this ain't no Tommy

Oh, no
That bitch she really want it
I think that money callin
I put that hoe in Prada
Lil' bitch we rockin' Prada
And I stay countin' commas
Lil' bitch fuck a condom
But I can't be no father
(No I can't be no father)
(No I don't even want her)
(I mix the lean with water)

no more prod. zeurtuo

prod. junglegud - 152 bpm

Uh, I don't show no love
Yeah, I count it up
Bitch I smoked a zip I'm high as fuck
(Eh, Uh)
I sell the pack I'm on
Hit from the back I'm on
I got the racks c'mon
I got the racks c'mon

Yeah, uh c'mon
Bitch I'm up, yeah c'mon
Uh, I stack it up some more
Uh, I hit it once I'm gone
Yeah c'mon, uh c'mon
I see the pussy, the thong
My choppa singin', hitting his lung
I got a bitch from New York, the North

Yeah, oh yeah
I made a song and I'm up, c'mon
Pull back her hair when I fuck
Yeah, I don't be giving no fucks on god
Uh, yeah Porsche Carrera I'm gone
Oh yeah, I hope I'm scaring them off
Uh, fucking that bitch to my song
Yeah, and I told her
I don't fuck with you no more
Cause' I been on that timing
Fuck with nobody at all

Yeah, don't pick up her call
I stack my money so tall
Yeah, I'm sippin' lean thеn we fall
Bitch c'mon, uh c'mon

Uh, I don't show no love
Yeah, I count it up
Bitch I smokеd a zip I'm high as fuck
(Eh, Uh)
I sell the pack I'm on
Hit from the back I'm on
I got the racks c'mon
I got the racks c'mon

(Yeah c'mon, uh c'mon)
(Yeah c'mon, uh c'mon)
(Yeah c'mon, uh c'mon)

cmon prod. junglegud

prod. astori + me - 150 bpm

Yeah huh, ah

I don't wanna' cuff
I wanna' fuck baby
Know you is a slut
Won't show you love baby
I don't give a fuck
You outta' luck baby
Bitch I'm posted up
With my slut in the cut baby

I-I-I can tell you dubbing now
I need some Tylenol
Heal it when I'm falling off
Oh yeah, yeah yeah
Bitch I'm all up in her walls
I stack my money tall
Lil' bitch don't care at all
Uh huh, yeah yeah
Going through withdrawals
Don't that hoe at all
I just want in her draws

Yeah, that hoe for the team
She said bitch I'm what you need
I told that bitch I'm smoking geen
And this that gas, this ain't no steam
Ay hoe, she think I'm an a-hole
What they say though?
Bitch I'm counting pesos

I'm still getting paid though
Why they hate though?
Bitty bitch she fake oh
I don't fake hoes

I don't wanna' cuff
I wanna' fuck baby
Know you is a slut
Won't show you love baby
I don't give a fuck
You outta' luck baby
Bitch I'm posted up
With my slut in the cut baby

withdrawals prod. astori

prod. astori - 148 bpm

Yeah, ah
Uh-huh, ah
Yeah, ah-uh

You don't wanna' slide
Telling pretty lies
Keep a stick inside
When you wanna' cry
Tell him watch his mouth
Any bitch or you could die
Hit from different sides
I told her open wide

You don't got the time no more, okay fine
I got a bitch doing lines on the floor
And If she think she mine
I cannot fuck with her no more
I cannot fuck with that lil' whore
I cannot go out bad oh lord
Hating on my bag for sure, oh

What the fuck you capping for?
You ain't never smoke pack before
You ain't never seen that before
I took her to all the shows
I cut off all my hoes
I ain't never did that before
Now I'm all alone

You don't wanna' slide
Telling pretty lies
Keep a stick inside
When you wanna' cry
Tell him watch his mouth
Any bitch or you could die
Hit from different sides
I told her open wide

Told her open wide
I wanna' cum inside
Lil' bitch I hit my high
That bitch wan' touch my pride
That bitch can't touch my pride
Yeah, I bend it over raw, she said"cum inside"
And when I push up on that bitch
She said"you too fine"
I'm rockin' Prada on this fit
This not no Calvin Klein
I left it all behind

I'm sorry, yeah
I cannot fuck with these lying ass dumb bitch on god
You wanna' hit a lick on god
I told her let's make a flick on god
You don't got the time no more, okay fine
I got a bitch doing lines on the floor
And If she think she mine
You don't wanna' slide
Telling pretty lies
Keep a stick inside
When you wanna' cry
Tell him watch his mouth
Any bitch or you could die
Hit from different sides
I told her open wide

cry prod. astori

prod. zeurtuo - 149 bpm

Call up shawty when I ball out
Come through with her top out
Said she love me for the fame
I don't really know what the fuck you talkin bout
Then she let me grab her waist
Fuck from behind, watch them titties fall out
Top three, never top two always top one now we ball out
Bitch I don't know what you talk bout
Please don't make me bring the mop out
Watch out slide with a K
Up in your crib and we sending them shots out
I bend her over, I make her drop down

(Heavy metal finna' rock out)

Dread head think he Rasta
Trump bitch like Ivanka
Stakin' the gwuap and the comma's
Fucking this bitch I don't want her
S class or the G class
And I move fast like Obama
I stack it up, tall as a building
I'm with my twin and I call it Osama

Yeah, bitch boy cut the drama (yeah)
All black like I'm Donda
And he riding in a Honda
Rolling in up last a little longer
Giving his family some trauma
Big bag what I'm on uh
XO really what I
(XO really what I)
XO really what I want uh

Yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I just rolled a blunt up
She said whatchu' doing?
Busy counting comma's
I stay with my Nina
Know I gotta' bring her
Know I gotta' bring her
You could be my bitch yeah
Only if you keep her
Do this shit I run it
Do this shit I ruh it up
I don't wanna' see ya
Super Saiyan I feel like Frieza

Mm, mm
I just chopped the top off
She said she tryna' do it raw
Lil' bro I think you do it wrong
Let me know, you running home
Running home
You know running home

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Call up shawty when I ball out
Come through with her top out
Said she love me for the fame
I don't really know what the fuck you talkin bout
Then she let me grab her waist
Fuck from behind, watch them titties fall out
Top three, never top two always top one now we ball out
Bitch I don't know what you talk bout
Please don't make me bring the mop out
Watch out slide with a K
Up in your crib and we sending them shots out
I bend her over, I make her drop down
Heavy metal finna' rock out
(Heavy metal finna' rock out)
H-Heavy metal finna-

comma

comma (feat. bryalle) prod. zeurtuo

prod. i forgot the prod i'm sorry + prse - 156 bpm

This ain't what you talkin' bout
Talkin' bout the gang that you hang around
Lames that you hang around
Bitch don't wanna' talk it out
Bitch, okay bitch I know you run your mouth
Shut up bitch I'll air it out

I stay with my bitch
We run the drop and we both t'd up right now
Get out my DM's bitch I know you fucking heated right now
I stay with that F&N
Know you boys ain't backin' in
"What you packing?" man I'm rocking all this Vetements
Play with me I swear to God that you'll see heaven man
Swear to God my bitch is heaven sent
What you flexing man
Put some X in there

Pack it up, pack it up, bag it up
Bitch I'm in my glow
Acting all ratchet, bitch throwing fours like she ain't white as snow
This ain't what you talk— (this ain't what you talking bout)
T-t-this ain't what you talkin' bout (what you talking bout)
This ain't what you— (what you talkin' bout)
Talkin' bout the gang that you— (tell em' what you on about)
Bitch I wanna— (what you talkin' bout)
Okay bitch I know you run your mouth
Shut up bitch I'll air it out

snow

snow prod. i forgot + prse

prod. kenzee - 152 bpm

You not real, It’s not real
She put an X on her tongue to heal
Put a hoe in her feels
I’m in the hills, what the fuck is the deal?
I got a hoe in here
Give me that pussy and i’m finna’ kill
Bitch I don’t care, yeah
I just been counting my dead’s all in my feels

Yeah, Molly brought Molly
I put the Number (N)ine on her body
B-Bitch i’m not sorry
If you got a problem then you better solve it
Damn, she got a body
Give me your number I ain’t finna’ call it
Oh we upping the fire
Upping the fire and i’m gonna’ slaughter
Yeah, my baby dripping all black she looking like Onyx
Uh, hop in the Bentley coupe in the back gotta’ push to start it
Yeah, she out of my element
That bitch is heaven sent, heaven sent
That bitch on me I ain’t feeling it
Yeah, I pour the red until I can’t feel again

Huh, i’m in the cut with the gods
Talk crazy on me you gon’ die
We gon’ let them bullets fly
Like, we gon’ let them bullets fly (fly)
Word to my guys
Shut up lil’ bitch you a lie
Yeah, i’m popping this shit I’ma die
Yeah, i’m popping this shit I’ma die yeah

It’s not real
She put an X on her tongue to heal
Put a hoe in her feels
I’m in the hills, what the fuck is the deal?
I got a hoe in here
Give me that pussy and i’m finna’ kill
Bitch I don’t care, yeah
I just been counting my dead’s all in my feels

heal

heal prod. kenzee

prod. pieruun - 130 bpm

Yeah yeah (yeah, yeah)

Wake up after twelve (yeah)
Nine milli’ cast a spell (yeah)
Margiela in the field (yeah)
Bitch ain’t nothing real
Ex is off a pill (uh huh)
She can’t see for real (yeah)
She gon’ catch a kill (yeah)
Drip back give her chills (yeah)

Big pack in the hills
The nine is gon’ give him hell (hell, hell)
Smoke up in the air
Loudest everywhere
Ain’t been fighting fair
(Ain’t been fighting fair)
I’ve been outta’ here
I’ve been in my feels
I’ve been counting bills (yeah, yeah)
The time will really tell
What you really feel

Disgust(ing)
I’m in the club and I’m clutching (yeah)
Get off my phone with that fuck shit
.45 when I walk in the function
He keeping fye like he thuggin’ (yeah)
I make her scream when we fucking
We roll him up in a Russian
Bad ass bitch and she Russian (ah)

Nothing, nothing
I spend a bag it ain’t nothing (yeah)
I know my ex saying “fuck him” (yeah)
I fucked that hoe and I dub her
I’m sipping drink seeing double (huh)
If I see that hoe I’ma duck her
I feel like Jaydes man I’m finna’ cut em
I see that bitch and gonna’ gut her

Wake up after twelve (yeah)
Nine milli’ cast a spell (yeah)
Margiela in the field (yeah)
Bitch ain’t nothing real
Ex is off a pill (uh huh)
She can’t see for real (yeah)
She gon’ catch a kill (yeah)
Drip back give her chills

loud

loud prod. pieruun

prod. prse + kococooks + solitude - 150 bpm

Ayo pass the wood man
Solitude made this shit right here nigga

Koco you cooked

Walking out the store with the tags
Running up these bags
I-If we got an issue i’m just pulling out these tags
I’m a hot bitch yeah
Yeah I got some good racks
Yeah I got some good ass
I’m just buying shit in mass

Uh, bend that bad bitch over
Put it in and smack her ass
Yeah, 60 round 100 round aiming at your head
Headshot Glock gon’ leave him dead ha
That’s a dead opp talking to the feds yeah

Oh, and that bitch she want me back
But I don’t want her, want that neck
Once I get it I’ma dip
She like why you all on shit?
Because I don’t need you bitch
I was here all by myself
I never stress I pop an X
I’m off a X

That bitch in love
Peel off in that Vette okay
I’ll catch a dub
I just want the neck okay, yeah
I’ve been posted in the rain
This that Glock that got the aim
I love my choppa got the range
Knock him off cause’ he so fake
I-I see dead people
It’s how that X treat you
I pop an X here
Bitch we popping X here

Rolling in this Bentley
They ain’t even met me
The drugs they tryna’ test me
How much higher can I be?
Yeah you pouring up this lean
I be selling out to fiends
Yeah this bitch she tryna’ be me
While I’m rolling up this gr-e-e-en

i don't need u

i don't need u (feat. toocee) prod. prse + kococooks + solitude

prod. 2ukko - 138 bpm

(Yeah, yeah)

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it-
How does it, uh uh

How does it feel?
Had a lil’ emo bitch 
She wearing all black with a veil
You ain’t my type lil’ hoe 
It is what it is so go over there
Hit from the back I’m grabbing her hair
I got a pack, flip it in the air
Ain’t going back this shit wasn’t fair
If I got a strap I’m up in the field

V12 Maybach
If you don’t fuck with me say that
Dumb hoe got a lil’ face tat
D. Book in the field I’ma make that
Where the jakes at?
Opp in the ground I’ma spray that
I’m in the cut told her shake that
Said I’m in the cut told her shake ass

This ain’t real
Don’t wanna’ go out tonight lil’ bitch
So what’s your deal?
If I’m on the drugs, then I’m in my feels
I hit a fifty on fifty on fifty
I feel like I’m ma’fuckin’ Bradley Beal
Never again, the pills
Never again, the seal
Put you on IG reels
Canada Goose, Ahkeel
Yeah, put a lil’ hoe in a meal
Bitch, tell me

How does it feel?
Had a lil’ emo bitch 
She wearing all black with a veil
You ain’t my type lil’ hoe 
It is what it is so go over there
Hit from the back I’m grabbing her hair
I got a pack, flip it in the air
Ain’t going back this shit wasn’t fair
If I got a strap I’m up in the field

trauma

fair

fair prod. 2ukko

prod. yacob + dmo - 146 bpm

Let’s not live like this

Why I feel like this?
Yeah, I’m poppin’ the pills like this
Yeah, I’m poppin’ the pills for real
They soothing me, helping me heal
Lil’ hoe what’s your deal?
Yeah, If she wanna’ leave I’ma kill
Like bitch I’ma-

Yeah, this that two door
Suburban way like Xhulooo
I don’t miss that bitch like Juno
Cut that shit it ain’t like you know
Hop out the Ghini’ the bitch is too low
She in bikini’s in winter it’s too cold
I’m doing miles this bitch like Yuno
She poppin’ molly and what else like who knows?

Hm, V12 pushing on that gas this ain’t no sad shit
Bad shit, talking out your neck get you clapped quick
Sak’s Fifth on the tags bitch
And you broke boy get your bag fixed
Shut up lil’ bitch why you acting?
Wasn’t action on me back then

Back then why you back now?
And this bitch boy gotta’ back down
This .45 pop hella’ rounds
Got a lil’ red I don’t wanna’ drown

Big bag can’t fumble now
And a lotta’ cash I’ll be thumbing out
Say the word, you’ll be dead now
And my ex bitch of Fentanyl

Yeah, this that two door
Suburban way like Xhulooo
I don’t miss that bitch like Juno
Cut that shit it ain’t like you know
Hop out the Ghini’ the bitch is too low
She in bikini’s in winter it’s too cold
I’m doing miles this bitch like Yuno
She poppin’ molly and what else like who knows?

red prod. yacob + dmo

prod. 2ukko + nico_wav - 146 bpm

Hot as hell in the summer time
Pop the top I ain’t feeling mine
Roll the thrax up we getting high
Off a pill, it ain’t suicide
Pop my shit I don’t wanna’ die
We put an opp bitch in the sky
You insane hoe do it right

(You’re the same hoe ain’t no way)

Wasting my time again
I up my nine and spin
Lil’ hoe you not my friend
No you can’t hang with him
Lil’ bitch you out, you in?
Time again
Homicide
Feel alive
Bitch keep quiet, poppin’ molly
Everyone tryna’ kill my high

Two bad hoes peeling off in a Vette’
I was at my low how you do me like that?
Always on my phone with the same old shit
I’ma get high I don’t need you bitch
Stand on top when I talk my shit
Helmut Lang top I’ma walk right in
I said it once, I won’t say it again
They getting mad how I pop my shit

(Uh, yeah yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Hot as hell in the summer time)

Halo
Pull up in brown like I’m Fazo
I’m out of town with a bankroll
Bitch tryna’ act like a fake hoe
Face shot bitch I make more 
Than your fake clothes living Saints Row
Bitch why, what’s the hate for?
Bitch bye, she a snake hoe

Yeah, hot as hell in the summer time
Pop the top I ain’t feeling mine
Roll the thrax up we getting high
Off a pill, it ain’t suicide
Pop my shit I don’t wanna’ die
We put an opp bitch in the sky
You insane hoe do it right
You’re the same hoe ain’t no way

halo

halo prod. 2ukko + nico_wav

prod. skudas - 95 bpm

When you did baby will you go to heaven?
Who gon’ die first?
That’s the question
Russian roulette
Smith & Wesson
I don’t need you though, get up out my section
She a- She a bad hoe come in my direction
I smoke thrax hoe
I don’t do the resin
This is life yo, one of us is destined
I won’t fight though
Done with the aggression

On my hip is an M9 Beretta
Fill the cup and it’s only getting redder
Hella gwuap cause’ I’m stacking up my feta
Can you cut up all that shit it got me fed up
Flex up
I’ma flex up
I don’t do the sex, I just want the neck bruh
Say it with your chest bitch you need to step up
And I’m fucking on your bitch I got her legs up

I’m going back to my old ways
Give a fuck what a hoe say
This is real life not no role play
This is- This is real life not no role play

When you did baby will you go to heaven?
Who gon’ die first?
That’s the question
Russian roulette
Smith & Wesson
I don’t need you though, get up out my section
She a- She a bad hoe come in my direction
I smoke thrax hoe
I don’t do the resin
This is life yo, one of us is destined
This is life yo, one of us is destined

eyes

eyes prod. skudas

lost it all prod. vtmns - 136 bpm

(Uh, it just one thing wrong)

(It’s just one thing wrong)

It’s just one thing wrong when I lost it all
It’s just one less problem, pick it up when you fall
They like, “Oh my God, is it really happening now?”
Oh my God is it really happening now?

Yeah, look out the window when I crank that bitch
In a minute get my pack back yeah
When I get rich I’ma bank that shit
Just like a soldier I crank that shit
‘Member I told you I’d stunt like this
Now it’s my time, finna’ pop my shit

Big Glock, know what I’m saying?
Face shot, straight to your brain
Frog eyes, I’m in Mulsanne
That bitch gon’ make me insane
I got a scope with the range
Yeah, I see the money and fame
Uh, lil’ bitch no we not the same

(Uh, lil’ bitch no we not the same)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, rock n’ roll
Pocket watching I’ll make you fold
You said, “I don’t know”
I don’t care bitch not my hoe
Hunnid’ hunnid’ rounds in here
We gon’ give em’ hell
Don’t care bout’ what you feel
Like lil’ hoe what’s your deal?

Yeah, look out the window when I crank that bitch
In a minute get my pack back yeah
When I get rich I’ma bank that shit
Just like a soldier I crank that shit
‘Member I told you I’d stunt like this
Now it’s my time, finna’ pop my shit

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