[CHORUS:  Methozeene]
All up on my dick, boy you betta get with me
smoking on dat gas bitch I'm smoking on some Whitney
.762s hit you right up in yo kidney
there go Methozeene watch how that boy did em'
staying out da way ion like when I hear em'
talking all dat shit but there is no reason to fear em'
put em' on a tee and I make sure that I wear em'
All up on my dick, boy you betta get with me
smoking on dat gas bitch I'm smoking on some Whitney
.762s hit you right up in yo kidney
there go Methozeene watch how that boy did em'
smoking on dat gas bitch I'm smoking on some Whitney

[VERSE 1: Methozeene]
pussy boy talking til he get his fucking brain snatched
I am yo grave digger, I'm a zombie and I'm unmatched
up my fucking mop at yo wig til it detach
thirsty as fuck, I suggest you get yo get back
walking into class with a Glock in my backpack
gotta keep me safe from these fuckers with a black mask
posting pics' with guns but you never-ever shot that 
and you sounding like a pussy when you ask can I do that

[CHORUS:  Methozeene]
All up on my dick, boy you betta get with me
smoking on dat gas bitch I'm smoking on some Whitney
.762s hit you right up in yo kidney
there go Methozeene watch how that boy did em'
staying out da way ion like when I hear em'
talking all dat shit but there is no reason to fear em'
put em' on a tee and I make sure that I wear em'
All up on my dick, boy you betta get with me
smoking on dat gas bitch I'm smoking on some Whitney
.762s hit you right up in yo kidney
there go Methozeene watch how that boy did em'
smoking on dat gas bitch I'm smoking on some Whitney

Paradise on the Titanic

syrup in my cup so i dont think twice about dat slut
imma tell it how it is and she gon hear it how she want
i was coming off of something got these demons tryna hunt
started dreaming, i was geeking, damn i think i dropped my blunt
i was high as shit on a sunday morning i wont front
counting bands and bullets, really live like this its not a stunt
all the haters in my comments bitch yall really bringing me up
bringing money to the table putting wocky in my cup
metho be a big dawg all yall motherfuckers a pup
bitch im on my shit time to round yall pussies up
i want sip some hi-tech told the plug to pull up

i was on the highway speeding getting my dick sucked
by a bitch i knew back den ion even wanna cum
i wanna house up in the hills not a house up in the sticks
on my momma keep my gun around cause ion wanna get hit
free young thug up out that jam man that shit is fucking sick
pushing p means positivity bitch you aint pushing shit

not much space between the paper gotta machine to count my racks
yeah lil hoe you owe me some bitch i need dat shit back
headshot scoping through the lens i aim for his hat
too much bands inside my pocket gotta ak on my lap
not no 69 bitch i can not fuck with a rat
ak take lives got his body fully fucking wrapped
choppa bullets rip put a bullet right through yo back
yeah lil hoe you owe me some bitch i need dat shit back

syrup in my cup so i dont think twice about dat slut
imma tell it how it is and she gon hear it how she want
i was coming off of something got these demons tryna hunt
started dreaming, i was geeking, damn i think i dropped my blunt
i was high as shit on a sunday morning i wont front

Way 2 High

METHOS MANSION

Lean Gut

LYRICS-
i got god so i aint worrying bout no damn thang 
all this red like a vamp like i got fangs
see these diamonds on my teeth straight from johnny dang
put my trust inside this glock call it yin and yang
sip on red like a vampire
knife in back gotta keep my fire
stand on business aint no lie 
stand on business aint no liar
almighty so bitch blew my high
call me a demon look in my eye
hoe in my DMs talm bout Hi
L to the V til i die

i got god so i aint worrying bout no damn thang 
all this red like a vamp like i got fangs
see these diamonds on my teeth straight from johnny dang
put my trust inside this glock call it yin and yang
cock it back and let it pop let dat shit bang
i been thinking bout dem drugs dey gon corrupt my brain
everyday i live this shit, music in my veins
gotta war inside my head some just like ukraine

everyday i miss my grandma put my swag on
in the studio i gotta get my bag on
hoe inside my dms tell that bitch to get the fuck on
fake as fuck these hoes, keep a mask on
all the business lil bitch yeah i step on it
ion care lil hoe you already know i bet on it
i been smoking dope my momma dont condone it
lvwhores i got my choppa and its fucking loaded

METHOS MANSION VOL 2

Yin/Yang

LYRICS-
put my gun inside dat pussy hoe i make da rules
i done lost like my trust thats why i keep my tool
i dont want no bitch i just want them jewels
metho he got hella motion, making all dem moves
focused on that guap i aint come to lose
i been sipping wock like i aint got nothing to do
bitch i seen that text i do not wanna reply to you
im just chilling wit my dawgs yeha my fucking goons

time been slipping from my hands and i cant grab it
already been a month like damn it
im grateful for my life and you cant have it
recently i heard your raps its time to fucking wrap it
keep my heater got my 44 in my jacket
nuss at him make him hop just like a rabbit 
on my dick dey on my dick just like rabbit
wanna take me down have at it

put my gun inside dat pussy hoe i make da rules
i done lost like my trust thats why i keep my tool
i dont want no bitch i just want them jewels
metho he got hella motion, making all dem moves
focused on that guap i aint come to lose
i been sipping wock like i aint got nothing to do

Rules

Fent Illusion.wav

Space

Space (unreleased) prod. by ysnmade

somber home

Lyrics
[HOOK]
Never trickin' off, don't care what it cost, I get money baby, money in the vault
Say she from the nawf, bae I'm from the souf
She ain't been with a nigga like me her last man still on Mama's Couch
Never trickin' off, don't care what it cost, I get money baby, money in the vault
Say she from the nawf, bae I'm from the souf
She ain't been with a nigga like me her last man still on Mama's Couch
[VERSE]
Lil eight been about it, even the opps will vouch
I've been trippin, never slippin, I be the one that they don't wanna doubt
Run up he think dat he boxin' somethin
40 gon' come out the pouch like a kangaroo
Fuck around and catch a body, then we get to dipping' like Dunkaroos
Gang, I keep a Glick or two
Type a nigga po' da wock in da Jamba Juice
I pull up, like I'm Wulf and hit ya whole crew
She disrespect I'm quick to say"bitch who you talkin' to"
Who, who, who you talkin' to
Gang, till eight drippin' flavor
That Glocky came with a laser
Need to go get your paper
Look at that lil ass pay cut
I'm in the cut like Gillette, Raiders I'm throwin' these bullets like Minshew
[HOOK]
Never trickin' off, don't care what it cost, I get money baby, money in the vault
Say she from the nawf, bae I'm from the souf
She ain't been with a nigga like me her last man still on Mama's Couch
Never trickin' off, don't care what it cost, I get money baby, money in the vault
Say she from the nawf, bae I'm from the souf
She ain't been with a nigga like me her last man still on Mama's Couch

Way 2 High

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