LYRICS:

(yeah, yuh)

i get that pack, and i flip it to two
dont call me bro, i dont know you
hoes didnt want me in school
now they wanna fuck, ok cool
how the fuck you get addicted to juul
she suck my dick, she gon drool
huh, i call up aaron he slide with that tool
stand on my money bitch, just like a stool

and my pockets fat like aaron
big ass glock, nigga finna air it
fucking a white bitch, future karen
ask if i love her, no i stopped caring
steal me a beat, nigga i aint sharing
steal me a beat, nigga im a thief
big ass blunt, nigga finna chief
like come get yo hoe nigga off me
bitch im a goon, like hey auntie
sojas we ball like Chauncey
and my cup purple, Barney (and my cup purple, Barney)
none of you rap niggas can harm me
screaming, free my bro out the county
and bitch, im clean as fuck like downy
like what's-, damn
like what's on your head, boy thats a bounty
like what's on your head, boy thats a rack
that nigga want smoke, i give him thrax
i pop me a pill, so i relax
with a bad lil hoe, and i beat on her back
yeah, glock make him twitch i aint talking bout max
if it aint 'bout bread, no i dont wanna chat

(yeah, yuh)

i get that pack, and i flip it to two
dont call me bro, i dont know you
hoes didnt want me in school
now they wanna fuck, ok cool
how the fuck you get addicted to juul
she suck my dick, she gon drool

Ok Cool!

#scfirst

(prod frustration)

LYRICS:
off da gas, smoking ether / masked up jeepers creepers

nigga you trash pay for that feature 

remember back then I was broke / yeah, a nigga could only rock beaters

yeah dis bitch gon choke / give good brain like a teacher

hate long distance needa see her / finna blow up like a creeper (finna blow up on god)

come get yo hoe, nigga she a eater (yeah dat bitch be outside)

thotty cant bride ha' / want smoke? nigga come try bra

see a opp and we ridin, pussy boy you not slidin (x5)

no nigga can touch my chain

pop me a X, nigga shoutout X yeah you niggas cant fuck wit my gang

I cannot lack nigga, keep a strap ridin with a drake like champagne

and I want a rollie all up on my wrist, really presidential might run a campaign

and they be like truce you getting old, walking wit a stick i aint talkin bout a cane

remember back then nigga I was broke, I ain't have no motion that shit was a shame 

hoping that my girl really hold me down, praying all these hoes ain't really the same

yeah drop a couple bands on a fit, rocking the Marni with the Helmut Lang

we wipe his nose like Kleenex / making money got green checks

bad bitch giving neck / you don't bang why you claim a set?

yeah me and gang blowing up that's a bet

off da gas, smoking ether / masked up jeepers creepers

nigga you trash pay for that feature 

remember back then I was broke / yeah, a nigga could only rock beaters

yeah dis bitch gon choke / give good brain like a teacher

hate long distance needa see her / finna blow up like a creeper (finna blow up on god)

come get yo hoe, nigga she a eater (yeah dat bitch be outside)

thotty cant bride ha' / want smoke? nigga come try bra

see a opp and we ridin, pussy boy you not slidin (x5)

Slidin (Prod. Frustration)

#scfirst

@2ruce @6idk66 @6evermir / (prod @perc40)

happy halloween bitch ah nihs

Frankenstein, ft. Six & 6evermir (Prod. Perc40)

LYRICS:

yeah, me and my niggas gon spin
i'm tryna catch me a hat
i'm finna let off like 10
your chain fake that shit tin
i'm in the mall with my twin
i done got my check up bitch
i'm ballin like i'm tryna win
and i'm-, and i'm rocking that christian but i'm finna sin
pussy nigga talking shit imma crack yo ass right in the chin
fuck nigga don't call me bro, yeah i'm not yo kin
big ass chop, big ass stick, big ass FNs
i get dividends and you broke
on my dick your hoe gon choke
yeah them K's what i tote
yeah them K's what i blow
you better then me? boy hell no
i get that guap nigga yeah fasho
she give me gawk nigga then i blow

she give me gawk then i'm bussin'
you gotta ride the bus bra
you ain't really hustlin'
bitch i'm getting sick bra
i've been sipping tussin
bitch i'm getting sick bra
i've been sipping tussin
bitch i'm getting sick bra
i've been sipping tussin

yall niggas be on dick bro
that is where you lost me
this hoe wanna go pop a pill
bitch i ain't bill cosby
i ain't even up yet
these niggas still wanna copy
this hoe saw i was going up
now she wanna come top me
i be better then most of these niggas
i ain't even tryna be cocky
i don't even got to use a pole on you nigga
i'll beat yo bitch ass like rocky
me and my gang we mobbin'
the spot get hot like takis
that nigga pussy we rob his ass
like give everything you got b

yeah, me and my niggas gon spin
i'm tryna catch me a hat
i'm finna let off like 10
your chain fake that shit tin
i'm in the mall with my twin
i done got my check up bitch
i'm ballin like i'm tryna win
and i'm-, and i'm rocking that christian but i'm finna sin
pussy nigga talking shit imma crack yo ass right in the chin
fuck nigga don't call me bro, yeah i'm not yo kin
big ass chop, big ass stick, big ass FNs
i get dividends and you broke
on my dick your hoe gon choke
yeah them K's what i tote
yeah them K's what i blow
you better then me? boy hell no
i get that guap nigga yeah fasho
she give me gawk nigga then i blow

she give me gawk then i'm bussin'
you gotta ride the bus bra
you ain't really hustlin'
bitch i'm getting sick bra
i've been sipping tussin
bitch i'm getting sick bra
i've been sipping tussin
bitch i'm getting sick bra
i've been sipping tussin

Sick (Prod. Frustration)

LYRICS:

(you, yeah aye)

you should have known
fuck nigga, you should have known
im on that shit
you should have known
these niggas get on my nerves
get off my dick, leave me alone
i dont wanna say too much
if you just stay with me
lil bitch, you know that you play too much
i dont really love that hoe
cause that bitch got nun on you
up that glock, and that fuck nigga froze
niggas already knowing im the goat
niggas already-

yeah, niggas know how it go
i dont even know you, why you calling me bro
nah nigga we aint close
yeah, ima talk my shit
i spent me a band, nigga on my clothes
this hoe aint hear what im saying
bitch im a king, nigga where my throne
and i feel like a saiyan
slide with a pole, then i pop a bean
bitch im balling with my team
thought i was hacking, all i see is green
if you want nigaa, then i call up lil velli
he clearing out the whole scene
yeah, you should have seen

you should have known
fuck nigga, you should have known
im on that shit
you should have known
these niggas get on my nerves
get off my dick, leave me alone
i dont wanna say too much
if you just stay with me
lil bitch, you know that you play too much
i dont really love that hoe
cause that bitch got nun on you
up that glock, and that fuck nigga froze
niggas already knowing im the goat
niggas already know

Known, ft. Velli

LYRICS:

(yeah, yeah)

hop on the beat, they like who this
bad lil hoe, and she fuck with the movement
smoking sativa, im high like anubis
this hoe tryna solve me, like a rubix
look at my pockets, my shit the fullest
they ask who the goat, niggas know truce is
damn, cut off my ex need a new bitch
damn, hop on the beat it gotta cool kick
draco, came with a cool kit
your bitch gave me the ick
looking at her make me sick
pop me a perc, made me twitch
look like a tick
call me batman, how im robbing your clique
im a bandman, throw a K on a fit
im the bandman

im your dad, you my fan man
two twin glocks, hit you with a can can
you is a bitch, i beat you like Kankan
hit a jugg, get robbed like Van Dam
i shoot my glock, they yelling out man down
yo hoe a bop, she giving top to me and my mans now
i bet you feel like a damn clown
dont fuck with no broke boy, feel like carti
im a star bitch, like im Hardee's
i brought a bad bitch, to the party
white plug, selling me that malarkey
i dont need car keys, my whip push to start
you dont wanna fight me, smoke em like a cart
your music shitty, boy you not that hard
lean in my kidney, sipping that wockhardt
got like 2k off of jugg
i just wanna fuck, i dont want a hug
slime a nigga, yeah im sending out slugs
cant tell me shit, i got it out the mud
im on mars and shit, im smoking on sum bud
balling hard, man i feel like Jalen Suggs
my dick like rope, your bitch wanna tug
she give me throat

hop on the beat, they like who this
bad lil hoe, and she fuck with the movement
smoking sativa, im high like anubis
this hoe tryna solve me, like a rubix
look at my pockets, my shit the fullest
they ask who the goat, niggas know truce is
damn, cut off my ex need a new bitch
damn, hop on the beat it gotta cool kick
draco, came with a cool kit
your bitch gave me the ick
looking at her make me sick
pop me a perc, made me twitch
look like a tick
call me batman, how im robbing your clique
im a bandman, throw a K on a fit
im the bandman

Bandman (Prod. Domslaps)

#scfirst

happy birthday to me
(prod truce)

pinkpantheress - boy's a liar

LYRICS:
geeked up, yeah bitch i'm geeked up
yeah bitch i'm fried / want a free feat I denied
cant fuck with dat hoe she a lie
no bitch i cannot fuck with no liar
downbad i dont wanna back tho
real slimey nigga quick to backdoor
i lost my touch nigga but i'm back doe
now ask me if i'm the greatest imma nod
he acting tuff we know that's a facade bitch
my brother can't even leave without his rod
you can get blicked up like you Raud
good gas got me higher den god 
bitch nigga send him higher den god
how you switch on yo brother that's odd
i kick that boy out like a mod

i fuck yo hoe dont give a fuck
i fuck yo hoe dont give a damn
he wanna feat, tax 'em Uncle Sam
they study me, niggas tryna cram
bitch we unique, why you stealing sounds
yo shit is cheap, drip from lost and found
i can tell that hoe get around
that ain't yo hoe nigga she just for the town
and i'm sippin mud this shit ain't brown
patek my wrist this shit make a nigga drown
play with my dog choppa put a nigga down
we broke up but a nigga uppy now
say you better than me you a tweaker
i'm in NY like Derek Jeter
pop a 10 i turn to a geeker
minus 6 pour that shit by the liter
yeah and they follow me like i'm the leader
bitch i'm the boss / and i spend a bag don't give a fuck bout the cost
and bitch i'm in the field feel like Randy Moss

geeked up, yeah bitch i'm geeked up
yeah bitch i'm fried / want a free feat I denied
cant fuck with dat hoe she a lie
no bitch i cannot fuck with no liar
downbad i dont wanna back tho
real slimey nigga quick to backdoor
i lost my touch nigga but i'm back doe
now ask me if i'm the greatest imma nod
he acting tuff we know that's a facade bitch
my brother can't even leave without his rod
you can get blicked up like you Raud
good gas got me higher den god 
bitch nigga send him higher den god
how you switch on yo brother that's odd
i kick that boy out like a mod

Geeked Up (Prod. Truce)

LYRICS:

yo hoe on my dick, she like truce feed me
yeah, i got too much cash count bread like panini
bitch i feel like tiji, i need a JT to my Uzi
i need a bitch with a big ole booty
chop send bald heads, look like Fousey
she give good brain, i see two of me
slide on yo block, toosi toosi
i cant leave without my tooly
now you niggas wanna fuck with the new me
fake love, that's a no go
she ride my dick, like a pogo
asian hoe, in a kimono
im in her throat, hashimoto

i think im on that bitch wishlist
i put act in da green tea, it look like christmas
i dont give hoe kisses
snakes around me, hear da hisses
she asking me for some dick dick
yeah, im finna blow up like tick tick (woah)

its about time me and gang blow up
i aint alone, yeah
and that bitch wanna fuck, cause of my cologne
i do not fuck with you clones
they turned they back on me like Vlone, yeah
this nigga talkin shit, me and my gang finna go beat on yuh
lil boy stop with the dissing
pussy boy you end up missing yuh
i got dat chop, i aint missing yuh
pockets they strong, yeah they flexing yuh
and how that's yo hoe, but im texting ha
you tryna press, thats a bad move
im in all black like a tattoo
you wanna feat, ima tax you

yo hoe on my dick, she like truce feed me
yeah, i got too much cash count bread like panini
bitch i feel like tiji, i need a JT to my Uzi
i need a bitch with a big ole booty
chop send bald heads, look like Fousey
she give good brain, i see two of me
slide on yo block, toosi toosi
i cant leave without my tooly
now you niggas wanna fuck with the new me
fake love, that's a no go
she ride my dick, like a pogo
asian hoe, in a kimono
im in her throat, hashimoto

Hashimoto (Prod. Awakns)

LYRICS:

this bitch wanna fuck, im like okay
this bitch wanna fuck, im like okay
bitch i flip them packs, Cirque Du Soleil
bitch i count up-, bitch i count up racks up everyday
good za to the face, bitch i smoke a jay
balling too hard, ill never smoke a lay (yuh)
you niggas not my gang, most of these niggas act gay
G-5, imma spray a lame
no P5, i dont play games
hoe wanna fuck, cause of my name

dont give a fuck bout the fame
y-yall niggas bleed the same (yah)
walk round with my flames (yuh)
nigga want smoke, like daffy he ducking
G-9, turn that boy into nothing
good gas, got me huffing and puffing
this hoe a turkey, she just want my stuffing

aye, smoking that gas
aye, im higher den you
aye, you better believe that
i call up my shooter, that nigga gonna take off your kneecap
sipping on some hi-tech
we not sipping tussin, hell nah
need that pack ASAP, my plug serving right now
bitch im in love with the ?, bitch im in love with the stack
bitch i be counting the blue, you rocking 2k generics
aye not fucking with you, aye not fucking with you
not tryna meet your parents
aye walk in its a zoo, aye walk in its a zoo
you know my niggas barbaric
number nine, on me
all you see is number nine
dollar signs, on me
all you see is dollar signs
aye, look at my watch
dont look at my watch, cant even see the fucking time
this not a clock on my wrist, i cant even see the time

this bitch wanna fuck, im like okay
this bitch wanna fuck, im like okay
bitch i flip them packs, Cirque Du Soleil
bitch i count up-, bitch i count up racks up everyday
good za to the face, bitch i smoke a jay
balling too hard, ill never smoke a lay (yuh)
you niggas not my gang, most of these niggas act gay
G-5, imma spray a lame
no P5, i dont play games
hoe wanna fuck, cause of my name

Cirque Du Soleil, ft. Navaun (Prod. TDF)

LYRICS:

yeah, i dont know what this hoe want from me
yeah, i get bands now all da hoes want me
they wanna fuck me, im getting money
she wanna love me
told dat hoe, you need oven mitts if you wanna touch me
im gon send my shooters
better pray they miss, and you lucky
come get your hoe nigga
she keep calling me her hubby
bitch im geeked up geeked up geeked up
yeah, my cup too muddy
you can get beat up beat up beat up
if you think you act tuffy

yeah, yall niggas not my buddies
call up tali, turn you to a deadman
yuh, i make that pack do a handstand
im with lil bry, we counting some bands man
smoking on za, it go to my head man
why you niggas be so fed man
chop to your head, now you sped man
ain't no R.I.P, fuck your rest man

shoutout ROP, my brothers
i do this shit for my mother
lil bitch, im on the come up
yeah, you niggas never seen commas
yeah, she on her knees like the Dalai Lama
im in the presidential, feel like im Obama
im in Cali, where they growing that grabba
im making cash, you making nada
im mix the bags, with the miharas
better run fast, glock finna hawk you
im in all black, feel like the Nara
im in ATL, like R.I.P Takeoff
i call up my shooter, take your face off
C.O.D guns, yeah i walk you down i got that ACOG
choppa like an asian, by the way it like to eat dog
ive been in the field, i jump up off the porch like leapfrog
niggas wanna beef with me, i told em boy its not that deep dog yeah

yeah, i dont know what this hoe want from me
yeah, i get bands now all da hoes want me
they wanna fuck me, im getting money
she wanna love me
told dat hoe, you need oven mitts if you wanna touch me
im gon send my shooters
better pray they miss, and you lucky
come get your hoe nigga
she keep calling me her hubby
bitch im geeked up geeked up geeked up
yeah, my cup too muddy
you can get beat up beat up beat up
if you think you act tuffy

Want Me (Prod. Bryalle)

LYRICS:

walked in the function, im big dog yeah
pockets on Maybach Music, dey on Rick Ross
she tryna kiss me with lip gloss
im finna pull up on her like a pit stop
tryna belittle me, it got me pissed off
i got that choppa on me, make you lift off
extensions on me, take a wig off
balling too hard, hit em with a criss cross

come get yo hoe tryna lip lock
Patek Phillipe, tryna cop me a wrist watch
my diamonds dance like a tiktok,
my diamonds-, my diamonds dance like a tiktok yeah
im in da field just like blue lock,
im in da field-, im in da field just like blue lock
send dat nigga to da gulag, yuh
im just tryna make some moolah, yeah

geeked up, bitch im blowing out fumes
in FL, chillin with luvblue
use FL, but i keep pro tools
NFL, in da field with a hitstick
she keep tryna run her mouth, im like cool
feel like Tisa, how a young nigga dippin
lil hoe, like we is not clickin
she dont even know what the hell she been missin

come get yo hoe tryna lip lock
Patek Phillipe, tryna cop me a wrist watch
my diamonds dance like a tiktok,
my diamonds-, my diamonds dance like a tiktok yeah
im in da field just like blue lock,
im in da field-, im in da field just like blue lock
send dat nigga to da gulag, yuh
im just tryna make some moolah, yeah

Moolah (Prod. Luvblue)

LYRICS:

yuh yuh, too many of yall is my son
walked in da function, they playin my song
dese niggas tryna be what we on
i got that light here for a peon
smoking buzz lightyear, going beyond
im not evil bae, i know i did wrong
no i cant pick up the phone
hadda let bygones be bygones
why all my niggas gotta die young x3
wh-why my bruddas gotta die young
ion wanna die young, keep that fye on
im on go, fuck a red light
she tryna have a good night, no

i can not give you pipe
chase a bag, all my bruddas get right
smoking good za, i aint scared of heights
sipping fanta with tris in da ice
feel like santa, got my list looking nice
yeah, i gotta couple naughty hoes
migo plug, and he saying adios
shoutout ROP, yeah i love my bros
real mem, yeah we going up fasho
White Chicks, niggas going federal
white strips, colgate how im in her mouth
but no i aint never kiss and told
yuh, and he want smoke wit my gang
put em in the ground like mineral
yuh, me and blue can not miss
making hits back to back in a row

too many of yall is my son
walked in da function, they playin my song
dese niggas tryna be what we on
i got that light here for a peon
smoking buzz lightyear, going beyond
im not evil bae, i know i did wrong
no i cant pick up the phone
hadda let bygones be bygones
why all my niggas gotta die young x3
wh-why my bruddas gotta die young
ion wanna die young, keep that fye on
im on go, fuck a red light
she tryna have a good night, no

Die Young (Prod. Luvblue)

LYRICS:

(shlatty, yeah shlatty)

bitch, i get fly like a dove
i got dat glock if he acting real tuff
im in my bag in my duff
i can not show her no love
i make a bag in a hunch
choppa bullet it gon eat you for lunch
bad lil hoe eat me up she a munch
play with my gang, lil boy you get crunched
she in all red, she a hoe hoe hoe
she wanna fuck, im like no no no
bitch, i just want da dome dome dome
(fye fye fye) he get hit with the chrome
sending bullets feel like Patrick Mahomes
me and my niggas we run in yo home
feel like velli, told dat hoe leave me lone
got number nine, ian rocking Vlone

no, i aint turn my back on dese niggas
yeah, i had yo back shoulda figured
i hadda cut off da snakes with some scissors
my hoe butt hella big look like SZA
choppa taking off yo tissue
call up zay if you gotta issue
h-hoe suck dick, no i can not kiss you
black and white, all my niggas official
me and bry, yeah we chasing that bag
paper chasers, yeah you know that's a must
and we got hella za in the back
smoking gas, yeah that shit got a must
i get racks lil boy imma rack it
call up trav, he gon slide with dat ratchet
you wanna feat, lil boy imma tax it
i only like to work with my bruddas
shout my gang, my shlatty
bad lil hoe, call me daddy yeah
shoutout noraa, cop a caddy yeah
choppa kicking, like its sandy yeah (yeah)

bitch suck da dick, give me heady yeah
...
no you can't go with us yeah
i had his hoe going nuts
bitch nigga cant compete on god
thats why you cant roll wit us
yeahh, im wit da squad
bitch blow my mind, slow
yeah, shoot like Rondo
fuck nigga run from 9, oak
yeah, bitch where da time go
thick hoe giving mind slow, eyuh
im wit a black bitch, niggas know dat she a slime hoe

(shlatty, yeah shlatty)

bitch, i get fly like a dove
i got dat glock if he acting real tuff
im in my bag in my duff
i can not show her no love
i make a bag in a hunch
choppa bullet it gon eat you for lunch
bad lil hoe eat me up she a munch
play with my gang, lil boy you get crunched
she in all red, she a hoe hoe hoe
she wanna fuck, im like no no no
bitch, i just want da dome dome dome
(fye fye fye) he get hit with the chrome
sending bullets feel like Patrick Mahomes
me and my niggas we run in yo home
feel like velli, told dat hoe leave me lone
got number nine, ian rocking Vlone

Shlatty! ft. Soser (Prod. Frustration)

LYRICS:

why dis hoe acting choosy x4

why dis hoe acting choosy
yuh, shoutout bryalle yeah da beat so groovy
i dont kiss and tell, no i can not fuck wit groupies
yeah i feel like rell, dis hoe wanna make a movie
bitch im mad as hell, nigga said i switched but dis the new me
told em slide, toosi toosi
niggas mad den sue me
hoe tryna consume me
bitch i drip hard like a loose leak
yeah my pockets too fat, and yo pockets 2D

dis hoe asking why my lo' off, she tryn take my clothes off
they was sleeping hadda go off, pockets fat like roadhog
yuh, sip wock it make me dose off
that choppa gotta kick, i bet it take a nigga door off
my shooter got dat switch in case a nigga wanna show off
i bet he show out
he gon go tit for tat
i hadda make dat bag by AMP no Kai Cenat
i fuck dis hoe one time i bet she gon come running back
i might buy her louie bag

why dis hoe acting choosy
yuh, shoutout bryalle yeah da beat so groovy
i dont kiss and tell, no i can not fuck wit groupies
yeah i feel like rell, dis hoe wanna make a movie
bitch im mad as hell, nigga said i switched but dis the new me
told em slide, toosi toosi
niggas mad den sue me
hoe tryna consume me
bitch i drip hard like a loose leak
yeah my pockets too fat, and yo pockets 2D

Choosy (Prod. Bryalle & Swish)

LYRICS:

yuh, i get fly and shit
yuh, she must think that im dumb if you think that im buying shit, noo
and im steady making hits while im on the road
dis bitch giving me good brain like AB honor roll
(phew, ba ba ba)
and my shooter he gon let it go
hell nah you cant get no free feat, better pay dat toll
yeah real slime, know some niggas that'll wipe yo nose
i get high, and got too scared might just overdose
boy get right, or you getting left you better choose
dis hoe chose wrong
chop send bullets, you better go long
ice on my necklace, look just like frozone
hoe tryn watch netflix, yuh
i dont even got no rubber
she eat me like hubba bubba
bih im rocking undercover
and you said you better den me, boy put that shit on yo momma
and i call up lil prano, he gon slide down with that flacka
asian hoe calling me baka
(money) on tall, Surge Ibaka, (yeah yeah)
im tryna get busy, feel like Yeat I hop in dat tonka
finna pack man up, den im finna go ghost
he get popped like champagne, yeah im finna make a toast

nigga i aint flaugin
i put clothes on, trues on dese aint robins
nut on her face, she gon watch my kids
feel like mary poppins
me and ROP we poppin
send my nigga go and pop it
me and jmo too locked in
we take his face off, nigga we know its a case closed
my bitch speak spanish, she give me beso
pussy nigga better lay low, hallow bullets they fatal
catch me outside, yuh
hella hoes in my ride, yuh
M16 get fried, yuh
told a hoe put ya face down
aaron my twin, gon say bye bye
ass so fat, imma eat it like pie
im onna percocet, nigga cant drive
hoes see you they get so dry
niggas get me so pissed off, why
yuh, pussy ass nigga just get zipped
bitch give big ass head Benzino
hit dis hoe from da hills, like chino
hit a nigga, fadeaway Tyceno
chop send bald heads, like Don Cheadle (cheah)
nigga run from bullets look like a cheetah
niggas hoes like Madea, yuh
jmo cant see when he shoot dat blick, hair in his face like Sia
yuh, dreadhead rasta
bitch eat pasta
all dese n*ggers outside, where yo massa
i just say inshallah, ya
i put my trust in god, yuh
dese niggas so broke on god, yuh
pussy on bald like Caillou

Overdose, ft. Velli (Prod. Sxprano)

LYRICS:

(im so sick x12)

yuh, pass da wock im so sick
pass da rock, you so shit
you dont ball at all lil bitch
i need halls for my sinuses
this hoe ask, what type sign you is
im in her throat, she drink my kids
my throat hurt finna pour tris
hop on a vol beat, boy i dont miss
yuh, bad lil hoe
she getting stuffed like my nose
nigga tryna run finna wipe his nose
big chop gotta kick like goal
i got dat green light, boy go
i aint gon never sell my soul
you wanna feat, pay dat toll
i feel like goku, with dat pole

yuh, you want smoke i call up velli
im too fly, like a heli
im too slime, feel like melly
finna slide, are you ready
you got sticks, you bet not hesi
seven sins, my glock too deadly
chop em up, just like da deli
(yuh yuh yuh)
dese niggas ass, im keeping it real
hoe in my DMs, sending me reels
her pussy wet wet, just like a seal
im in da vette vette, im finna rev dat
feeling like red dead, boy i got whips
told dat hoe shut up, stop giving lip
im tryn ball out, count up chips
tie yo shoe lil hoe dont trip
i count blue stacks, not no game
boy i mask up, just like bane
you niggas aint put in no pain
yea de- yea dese niggas rookie
my bitch freaky, like suki
boy im puffing on cookie
white plug said, come have a lookie

yuh, pass da wock im so sick
pass da rock, you so shit
you dont ball at all lil bitch
i need halls for my sinuses
this hoe ask, what type sign you is
im in her throat, she drink my kids
my throat hurt finna pour tris
hop on a vol beat, boy i dont miss
yuh, bad lil hoe
she getting stuffed like my nose
nigga tryna run finna wipe his nose
big chop gotta kick like goal
i got dat green light, boy go
i aint gon never sell my soul
you wanna feat, pay dat toll
i feel like goku, with dat pole

(im so sick x12)

Sick 2 (Prod. Vol)

LYRICS:

im like what we on
hoe wanna fuck, cause my money long
yuh, i like to flex boy my money strong
nigga talking crazy, we gon get em gone
yeah yeah, get right that boy moving wrong (yuh yuh)
scam a nigga, just like Kasher Quon
yeah yeah, shooter tryna catch him one
we gon do a nigga foul, and 1
bitch, im balling like And One
got a new bitch, yeah she a bad one
XP, im on a whole nother level
xd, turn dat boy to a dancer (ba ba ba)
bullets rain dere, like Prancer
hoe call my phone, i wont answer
nigga want smoke, give em cancer
extort da bag, yea i ransom

this hoe coo-coo, yeah she drive me bananas
slide with two-twos, yeah we finna go blam em
nigga talking hot, dont beef with no random
nigga wanna feat, i tax em like fanum
call up bj, he gon spray that K
metal to his head, give em a fade
John Madden, i was hitting dem plays
OVO, all i need is that drac'
yeah, im finna spark it
steady countin up, i was a smart a kid
im wit yo hoe, yeah her back she gon arch it
i feel like lone, im in dover street market
im wit my dog, like its target he barking
dis hoe keep on talking, shut up (yeah)
me and gang came from the gutter (yeah)
slide for my brother like butter (yeah)

im like what we on
hoe wanna fuck, cause my money long
yuh, i like to flex boy my money strong
nigga talking crazy, we gon get em gone
yeah yeah, get right that boy moving wrong (yuh yuh)
scam a nigga, just like Kasher Quon
yeah yeah, shooter tryna catch him one
we gon do a nigga foul, and 1
bitch, im balling like And One
got a new bitch, yeah she a bad one
XP, im on a whole nother level
xd, turn dat boy to a dancer (ba ba ba)
bullets rain dere, like Prancer
hoe call my phone, i wont answer
nigga want smoke, give em cancer
extort da bag, yea i ransom

Fanum Tax (Prod. Awakns)

LYRICS:

yuh, they tryn be me (yeah)
you cant be me, hell nah no that shit aint easy
my hoe want a bag, telfeezy
they watching me, like Berleezy
yeah, he talk down we put em on a TV
my diamonds wet, they drippin water fiji
yeah, on the road im pushing the hondeezy
yuh, you would of thought it was a demon
new swag, im tryna cop some archive pieces
amiri denim, would of thought i shopped at Neimans
call my shooter yuh, he gon pull up creeping
pour me up a cup, im really geeking
feel like erik in the night, im never sleeping
did this hoe right, now she never leaving

she act right, i buy celine
bitch i love the finer things
they tryna copy swag, im him
dese niggas fruity, need tajin
they switched up on me, yeah
shoutout twin, i hadda cut the cable
going up, they want me to sign with labels
blowing up, they thought that i wasnt able
tryna go to Turks and Caicos
know some niggas that slide with dracos
yeah, my dog shoot like he Barbosa
leave em on a island, like Barbados
leave no evidence, yeah thats case closed
yeah, dese niggas soft like play-doh
when it come to bread, i dont play tho
bitch im sipping red, no tomato

yuh, they tryn be me (yeah)
you cant be me, hell nah no that shit aint easy
my hoe want a bag, telfeezy
they watching me, like Berleezy
yeah, he talk down we put em on a TV
my diamonds wet, they drippin water fiji
yeah, on the road im pushing the hondeezy
yuh, you would of thought it was a demon
new swag, im tryna cop some archive pieces
amiri denim, would of thought i shopped at Neimans
call my shooter yuh, he gon pull up creeping
pour me up a cup, im really geeking
feel like erik in the night, im never sleeping
did this hoe right, now she never leaving

Hondeezy (Prod. Dyzaie & Thakid)

LYRICS:

my swag too unique
my bitch hair on fleek 
i aint even reach my peak
ive been eating good like peaks
yo hoe, she eat up my meat
hit a jugg, put it in Alyx
me and my gang we elite
niggas aint steppin on crete
truce wayne, up in the night yeah i creep
beat her back in like Adonis Creed
getting them racks in while a nigga sleep
niggas aint put in pain inside da street
yeah, i want diamonds all upon my teeth
yeah, and im all up in my glo like chief
yeah, going up niggas aint even peep

at the show get lit
dis hoe want me sign her tit
wit luh bryalle making hits
i be dogging bitches im a pit
get these trash niggas off my dick
i got em mad niggas they be pissed
dis hoe a freak, tryna make a flick
im wit ROP, nigga dats the clique
im wit ROP, niggas dats my brothers
niggas want some smoke, yea i got dem cuttas
told greg slide, nigga like some butter
like the FBI, always undercover
riding wit my fye (faaa)
spray a nigga tie dye
yeah im kicking shit like cobra kai
and my bank account look like pi
he said he having, nigga dats a lie

yuh, send a nigga to Allah
make a nigga fly, you is not my kind
rocking number nine, (rocking number nine)
i aint spending cash on you bitch, why you think you a dime
and im sipping on some red bitch, niggas sipping green like a lime (ew)
and i gotta green beam on da glock, just in case im tryna find a nigga
you gon have to pay a fee for dat song, i be really tryna fine a nigga
for my family ill die nigga, for my brothers ill ride
all i rock is archive
niggas dont get fly as I

my swag too unique
my bitch hair on fleek 
i aint even reach my peak
ive been eating good like peaks
yo hoe, she eat up my meat
hit a jugg, put it in Alyx
me and my gang we elite
niggas aint steppin on crete
truce wayne, up in the night yeah i creep
beat her back in like Adonis Creed
getting them racks in while a nigga sleep
niggas aint put in pain inside da street
yeah, i want diamonds all upon my teeth
yeah, and im all up in my glo like chief
yeah, going up niggas aint even peep

Elite (Prod. Bryalle)

LYRICS:

Yeah, let me go pop my shit
Came in dis bitch wit my twin
Yeah we get fly as shit
I'm with Lil Bry and Lil Nine, in the stu' we makin fye and shit
I had to tell that lil bitch
No I ain't buying you shit, yeah
It's almost Halloween, so this hoe must think that I'm a trick
Had to tell that hoe that Trix are for kids
Balling hard, they tryna' copy my sigs
Tryna' take over, man I can't even miss
Yeah, all these hating ass niggas ride dick
My shooter came tac' with that switch
I'm riding round with 5% on my tint
He want smoke with us yeah he better enlist
Cause you gon' need heavy ar-till-ery
Your hoe eat my dick like a delicacy
Getting harder to name niggas better then me
Got the Rick pants, with the Vetements tee
This hoe tryna' trap me with a pregnancy
My ex want me back, she begging me
I'm smoking za, I'm high off tree
In da garden bitch, just like Adam and Eve

Yeah, yeah, yeah
And this hoe fuck it up, fuck it up
This hoe say I keep fucking up, fucking up
And my shooter gonna' keep bugging up, bucking them
Hella' hoes in the function, but I ain't cuffing them
I don't fuck with cuffing, I ain't police
In the field nigga like a goalie
In the field, I might just cop more cleats
Getting cold might cop me a Moncleez
Feel like Lil Boat, smoking broccoli
This hoe eat my shrimp like hibachi
And these niggas flows wishy washy
Niggas see me, and then they copy
I'm the big captain I feel like kenpachi
If you ain't talking about bread then you lost me
All of these niggas they mad they can't top me

Why he tryna' run now
Bitch I'm tryna pipe up
I ain't tryna' pipe down
Think he killing my vibe
Think you gotta' get out
Yeah, I'm getting hella' high
Yeah, I got the large amounts
Think you gotta' get down on your knees, S-U-C-K
Yeah I'm makin fye up on the beat like I'm Ckaine
I don't know why this hoe still with me, what you see in me
Yeah, leave me you gon' see, you gon' see one day

Yeah, let me go pop my shit
Came in dis bitch wit my twin
Yeah we get fly as shit
I'm with Lil Bry and Lil Nine, in the stu' we makin fye and shit
I had to tell that lil bitch
No I ain't buying you shit, yeah
It's almost Halloween, so this hoe must think that I'm a trick
Had to tell that hoe that Trix are for kids
Balling hard, they tryna' copy my sigs
Tryna' take over, man I can't even miss
Yeah, all these hating ass niggas ride dick
My shooter came tac' with that switch
I'm riding round with 5% on my tint
He want smoke with us yeah he better enlist
Cause you gon' need heavy ar-till-ery
Your hoe eat my dick like a delicacy
Getting harder to name niggas better then me
Got the Rick pants, with the Vetements tee
This hoe tryna' trap me with a pregnancy
My ex want me back, she begging me
I'm smoking za, I'm high off tree
In da garden bitch, just like Adam and Eve

Trix Are For Kidz, ft. Bryalle (Prod. Lovemynine & Bryalle)

(Prod. Isaiahsxx & Piecesoflint)

LYRICS:

yuh, up that fye
that boy yelling mayday
i get high like daedae
call up twin, he slide with AK
i dont work at IHOP, but i flip the trap like pancakes
talk down, choppa get your man sprayed
cut that hoe off like some manscaped
yeah, yuh cut a hoe off she pissy
im just tryna get busy
i paint her face, like Da Vinci
that choppa on me go (brrr, beee)
put 'em in the sky like (brrr, beees)
i get fly, rock mcqueens
yuh, i just pop a bean then geek

yo hoe giving brain so geeky
fuck that bitch she sneaky, (yeahh)
sliding with that drac' like do you love me kiki
yeah, yuh dreadhead shotta he look just like cochise
im tryn' count up more cheese
im tryn' count up more bread
she aint giving no head, get kicked out the door
boolin wit my woes, diamonds got vitiligo
gen 5 on me, finna blow
if you tryn' diss my bros
balling hard go coast to coast
chop-, chop send him to holy ghost

you know i keep one tucked
i do not give one fuck, bout you
you's a mark bra
tryna get rich den mark zuck
im high up on mars, stuck
gas look like a martian
im in the field like marshawn
these niggas not my kind
yeah, i get higher
i get flyer
number (n)ine, rocking number (n)ine yeah
boy i got all type of garments
yuh, im in botanical gardens
yuh, stepback i shoot like im harden
yuh, i got that drac' yeah im sparking
yuh, stupid gas i go retarded
yuh, we turn that boy to a target
yuh, taking yo hoe off the market
yuh, she giving brain she the smartest
yuh, we drive by we dont park it
yuh, hop on the beat and i sharted
yuh, hop on the beat imma artist

yuh, up that fye
that boy yelling mayday
i get high like daedae
call up twin, he slide with AK
i dont work at IHOP, but i flip the trap like pancakes
talk down, choppa get your man sprayed
cut that hoe off like some manscaped
yeah, yuh cut a hoe off she pissy
im just tryna get busy
i paint her face, like Da Vinci
that choppa on me go (brrr, beee)
put 'em in the sky like (brrr, beees)
i get fly, rock mcqueens
yuh, i just pop a bean then geek

Da Vinci

(Prod. Vvsmalibu & Smerk)

LYRICS:

(bee)
bitch im smoking dank dank, dank
bitch im smoking dank and making krank
nigga tried to ride my wave, i grabbed that cannon make em sink
and i fucked this hoe 4 times, i dont even know her fucking name
ROP, yeah that my gang (brrr)
it only take one call, yeah my shooter finna aim
yuh, for that chicken you get fried like some soul food
this bitch giving good brain, yeah she took my soul too
going up i thought i told you
i use fl, but you know i keep a pro tool
and im in FL, with ckaine we making pro moves
and that boy hesi with da fye, that must be his go to
off the bean i power up, i feel like goku

yeah i go ku’
i go dumb, this hoe want some
always asking me for munyun
im the plug nigga, want some sauce?
then come buy some
niggas stealing swag, guess they happy being my sons
we put belt to ass
if i catch a opp we gon beat em (yuh, yuh, yuh)
and you know imma spaz nigga when that beat on, yuh
this hoe got hella ass 
when i see her she gon turn that freak on, yuh
and i slide with a mask
when i pop, yeah you know my sneak on

yuh, big glocks big mac 10s
in the back seat, we delete em, yuh
broke bitch where ya cash bitch
where the racks bitch ima need em, yuh
ckaine in the back bitch
im in saks fifth with a liter, yuh
cant fuck with no black bitch
she a black bitch, please get back bitch
ima slide down with a mac 10, mac 10
nigga on my black shit
try to run bitch we hit ya back bitch, back bitch
i be on my slatt shit
ayerp, bitch i never lack bitch, lack bitch
bitch i never lack bitch (huh)
in a all black truck
and im whipping that shit faster fast bitch

i get money, i get bread
i put this chop to ya head
you try to run down on luh greg, lil bitch
bullets leave em fed, pussy nigga
lil bitch i never lack, glock in my bag lil nigga
range rover like sled lil nigga
lil bitch tryna run beat her back in
young nigga like me bring the racks in
in the field throwing bullets, like madden
ill be damned if a fuck nigga lackin
run down with a stick, we gon cap him
no pussy ass bitch, no capping
im in a mansion where the fashion, niggas mash in

bitch im smoking dank dank, dank
bitch im smoking dank and making krank
nigga tried to ride my wave, i grabbed that cannon make em sink
and i fucked this hoe 4 times, i dont even know her fucking name
ROP, yeah that my gang (brrr)
it only take one call, yeah my shooter finna aim
yuh, for that chicken you get fried like some soul food
this bitch giving good brain, yeah she took my soul too
going up i thought i told you
i use fl, but you know i keep a pro tool
and im in FL, with ckaine we making pro moves
and that boy hesi with da fye, that must be his go to
off the bean i power up, i feel like goku

Krank, ft. Ayerp

(Prod. Rzyjay)

LYRICS:

yuh, i had to put pain in this shit
i'm tryna get richer then rich
yeah, me and pussy niggas we don't click
spent a lick on this designer fit
yeah and i got me a bad lil hoe, lil bitch
want me buy her ed hardy tracksuit
your ex nigga never had stacks boo
put a round on his head like a bantu
thuggin with my rounds, we some rascals
going up, a nigga had to mantle
put in work, with my own two hands dude
countin-, (shlat)
counting racks, i had to
got my bitch a new bag, i had to
copped some new swag, i had to
i had to

i hit three hoes in one night, a hatrick
your hoe fucking with me cause i'm having
my pockets so big, they so massive
with my gang, we big dogs like some mastiffs
my shooter wipe noses, he mad sick
remember back then, a nigga ain't have shit
now i can go blow a rack up in saks fifth
yeah, now my money stretching it's elastic

stack it up, stack it up, stack it up
all the way up to the ceiling
i'm tryna build wealth for my-,
yuh, i'm tryna build wealth for my children
look at the garments, the linen
rock out, i'm tryna be the black John Lennon
yuh, i beat her back and she a wetty
yeah and my neck is drippin them baguettes 

yuh, i had to put pain in this shit
i'm tryna get richer then rich
yeah, me and pussy niggas we don't click
spent a lick on this designer fit
yeah and i got me a bad lil hoe, lil bitch
want me buy her ed hardy tracksuit
your ex nigga never had stacks boo
put a round on his head like a bantu
thuggin with my rounds, we some rascals
going up, a nigga had to mantle
put in work, with my own two hands dude
countin-, (shlat)
counting racks, i had to
got my bitch a new bag, i had to
copped some new swag, i had to
i had to

Had To

LYRICS:

I can't fit no hoe inside my schedule
I'm with velli boy we get them bezels
Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar stay with heavy metal
Pop a fucking pussy like the soda with some mentos
This hoe suck my dick so good she stay inside my mental
This hoe suck my dick so good yeah she deserve a medal
I make her feel special
Made a couple thousand of this shit, but I can't settle
Told these niggas I'm just better

Big ass draco finna wet him
Draco draco not gon spare him
Hella hoes just like a harem
He want smoke, okay I dare him
He want smoke, okay I dare him
We gon spin his block like ferris
My garments came from Paris
I get fly like a canary

Nigga copy me like parrots
Got too many sons I'm a parent
Hella ice, hella stones on my pendant
Hella ice, hella shine that's the carats
Choppa bullet nick a nigga, RJ Barrett
Break a brick down, nigga feel like Franklin
Jugg a nigga bitch, that hoe for the taking
Chase a fucking bag, nigga money pacing
Yeah, I'm with guerillas we apeing
Smoking on dope I look Asian
Yeah, bullet catcher for the casings
Illuminati, I rock maison
Told that bitch, please get off me
Geek up feel like a zombie
Archive, this not Abercrombie
Wax on, wax off like Miyagi

I can't fit no hoe inside my schedule
I'm with velli boy we get them bezels
Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar stay with heavy metal
Pop a fucking pussy like the soda with some mentos
This hoe suck my dick so good she stay inside my mental
This hoe suck my dick so good yeah she deserve a medal
I make her feel special
Made a couple thousand of this shit, but I can't settle
Told these niggas I'm just better

Big ass draco finna wet him
Draco draco not gon spare him
Hella hoes just like a harem
He want smoke, okay I dare him
He want smoke, okay I dare him
We gon spin his block like ferris
My garments came from Paris
I get fly like a canary
Nigga copy me like parrots

Mental (Prod. Repglick)

LYRICS:

I don't like to talk unless we talking bread
He talking 'bout my gang he a dead man walking, walking dead
If I call up lil Greg, he gon' slide down like a fucking sled
Big ass rock in my ear, I couldn't even hear what you fucking said
Call my dog he chalking
Big ass choppa, turn you to Steve Hawkins
Like some dreads I'm locked in
Got some bread and now these hoes they flocking
Fake ass niggas flauging, ROP we mobbing
Cut the snakes I'm cropping 
Hoe mad that she stalking me, me, me

Me, me, me
Came in with lil bbb, you toting bbb's
Slide with hammers like King Dedede, dedede
On his head just like some beady beads, beady beads
Your bitch give me head like DDT, yeah yeah DDT
Your bitch she hippity hop on the d
Brand new whip, don't got no keys
Puffing on za, niggas smoking on reef'
Yeah, chop make him run like Tyreek
Yeah, your music ass yeah it stink
Uh, putting on for my team
Yeah, bad hoe like to swipe visas
Paint her face like-, damn
Paint her face, Mona Lisa
I don't want her you can keep her
Yeah, with my dog just like Kiba
Yeah, boutta blow like a creeper
Bad bitch give me brain like a teacher
Yeah, we gon' put him on a t-shirt
Pull out that glock, nigga nice to meet ya
Damn, neck cold like a freezer
So I got to carry my heater
Yeah, hoe acting like I need her
Bitch, you just my favorite eater
Damn, in the field like-, fuck
In the field Derek Jeter
Damn, counting chips no pita
Ride with that griffin nigga no Peter

I don't like to talk unless we talking bread
He talking 'bout my gang he a dead man walking, walking dead
If I call up lil Greg, he gon' slide down like a fucking sled
Big ass rock in my ear, I couldn't even hear what you fucking said
Call my dog he chalking
Big ass choppa, turn you to Steve Hawkins
Like some dreads I'm locked in
Got some bread and now these hoes they flocking
Fake ass niggas flauging, ROP we mobbing
Cut the snakes I'm cropping 
Hoe mad that she stalking me, me, me

Stalkin (Prod. Bryalle & Swish)

LYRICS:

Why the fuck these niggas hating on me?
Step in designer, got K's on my feet
I walk around with the K imma tweak
(Wock) Off of the drank I get geeked
Told Isaiah he got keys to the streets
Bro send the pack, yeah I'm killing the beats
He wanted smoke so I'm killing the beef
Yeah that's your hoe, but she feeling my meat
I told these niggas my flow is elite
Niggas my sons, they get whooped with Alyx
Yeah, I whip out my belt then
For the gwuala, turn to Sheldon
I put 2 in his back, Raymond Felton
If my brother locked up, pay that bail then
Yeah, pack came in where the mailman
Yeah, oppositions give 'em hell man

Call up ROP, my Dobermans
These niggas slimey, wearing cobra skin
Rap niggas move like hoes and shit
Put the stick in my girl bag, we toting shit
Nigga hating he ain't reach his goals
Niggas talk shit 'till I meet yo hoe
I got that bitch singing Figaro
Stand on my money I'm fee fi fo
Gold chain look like piss
If I want some diamonds then I call lil Chris
Call up Ayerp, nigga he don't miss
Niggas sipping green, not no actavis
All I see is green bringing all them chips in
Spending that money, nigga so addicting
My wrist presidential, call me Nixon
Pink 30 fucking up my vision
Yeah, I see red and blue I'm dipping
I'm racing, I'm zooming
I'm pacing, I'm thooming
Yeah, they fucking with me yeah the movement
Yeah, I'm fucking on her for amusement
Yeah, I fuck up a bag I abuse it
Yeah, these niggas can't fuck with my music
Yeah, like fuck all that talking let's do it yeah
Like fuck all that talking let's do it yeah

Why the fuck these niggas hating on me?
Step in designer, got K's on my feet
I walk around with the K imma tweak
(Wock) Off of the drank I get geeked
Told Isaiah he got keys to the streets
Bro send the pack, yeah I'm killing the beats
He wanted smoke so I'm killing the beef
Yeah that's your hoe, but she feeling my meat
I told these niggas my flow is elite
Niggas my sons, they get whooped with Alyx
Yeah, I whip out my belt then
For the gwuala, turn to Sheldon
I put 2 in his back, Raymond Felton
If my brother locked up, pay that bail then
Yeah, pack came in where the mailman
Yeah, oppositions give 'em hell man

truce

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