I DO NOT OWN THE MUSIC, THIS IS A FAN MADE SONG THAT COMBINES ELEMENTS OF BURN & AN AI-RE-RECORDED VERSION OF AI-RE-RECORDING & THE UNRELEASED TRACK ALIEN BY KANYE WEST 


Track 5 for VULTURE$ reimagined, a project in which I try to fix Kanye West and Ty Dolla $ign's disappointing collab album.
"Features" scrapped verses from Young Thug, Quavo & Kid Cudi

GODZILLA/ALIEN (feat. Young Thug, Kid Cudi & Quavo)

THIS IS A FAN-MADE TRACK, IT IS NOT OFFICIAL 


Track 18 for VULTURE$ reimagined, a project in which I try to fix Kanye West and Ty Dolla $ign's disappointing collab album. Features Young Thug verse from the original song "RIVER" as well as AI re-recorded vocals with edited lyrics of the original, and a new bridge

RIVER (feat. Young Thug)

THIS IS A FAN-MADE TRACK, IT IS NOT OFFICIAL 


Track 8 for THE BULLY TAPE, part 1 of a project in which I try to fix Kanye West's disappointing output in the last few years. Features AI re-recorded verses from the VULTURES 3 leak "Don't Kill the Party", as well as the Quavo verse from "PAPERWORK"

Don't Kill the Party (feat. Quavo & Ty Dolla $ign)

LYRICS:

[PART I: THROW IT UP] 

(Intro: Iggy Azelea) 

While I was pregnant, this man didn't even come to see his son be born
He went to Philly to play Playstation with Lil Uzi
And I had a scheduled C-Section, cuz my son was so big
They were like, you can't have a natural birth
I'm not cool with him, in case you're wondering 

(Chrous: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert)

(16 ,29)
Throw it up, Throw it up (16, 29)
Throw it up, Throw it up (16, 29)
Throw it up, Throw it up (16, 29)
Throw it up, Throw it up (16, 29) 

(Verse 1: Playboi Carti) 

Yellow gon' ride in my coop
After she move
It's always the bodies, like fifty
What can I do (Yea, what can i do)
I'm lookin' at the body like, ooh (What)
Feeling gon' drown in a pool (Yuh)
And she ain't get that shit, no way
She ain't get that shit, no way
And I ain't gettin' her, no way 

(Chrous: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert) 

(16 ,29)
Throw it up, Throw it up (16, 29)
Throw it up, Throw it up (16, 29)
Throw it up, Throw it up (16, 29)
Throw it up, Throw it up (16, 29) 

[PART II: FIREARM (SHE SHOOT)] 

(Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert) 

I'm with the squad (Yeah)
I'm with the squad (Yeah)
I got the row 
I'm with the squad 
I got the row
I'm with the squad 

(Chrous: Lil Uzi Vert) 

All of that dope, me
Fuck up, fuck up, five in the morning 
Yeah, I got rich
Came up off these shows
Playboi Carti, only be real thug that I know 
Die long, know I gotta keep my firearm 
Firearm, firearm, firearm 

(Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert) 

Damn, alll that whip, I'm flying
Bad girl on my left, bad bitch on my right arm
Daniel Helps, they so high, need my firearm 
Smoke that guy like Shaggy, told that girl I could ride on
Got that cone
Straight to the cone
I got that wrong
I got em on 
I got, I got em on 

(Bridge: Playboi Carti) 

I'm with the squad (Yeah)
I'm with the squad (Yeah)
I'm with the squad (What) 

(Verse 2: Kanye West) 

Off the meds
Off the head
Niggas soft as bread 
Stay off them blogs
They play with y'all thoughts 
Made a way for my dawg
That only say what they saw
Only the brave
They want us locked in a cage 
If you owe me money, I shouldn't have to remind you to pay
Bakuron, with my Ralph Larron
Hottest bitch at the poolside
Leeches still beg on the side
Off the meds
Can't get outta the bed
Paparazzi waiting like that mall on "The Dawn of the Dead"
I don't know you, my dawg
Get off of the bus
Know they want me to fall
But my balance is just
You weren't with me when them struggles and battles was tough 
So I'll cut your head 'fore I give you a cut 
When they say I can't do it, it gimee a rush
Ain't got this typa bank account 'less you 50 and up 
They on my motherfuckin' dick
All this dirt they tryna dig
Go to whoever, I ain't got no pick
Come through just to get that flick
Get back 
Go down, new earth, slow down
Check the score, blow out
I'm a bull like the hometown
Yeezy zone, Yeezy drama
Wear my own designer
Name good, all my bridges go wherever there's power 
She came from the club, tryna fuck 
Bitch, get in the shower 
You a kid to me, boy
I prolly fucked your mama
100 Ms, you did that?
Throw shit at the world, you hit that?
Took your bitch, you missed that
All the fake vibes 
Bitch, get back
Get back 

(Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert) 

I got the row 
I got the row
I'm with the squad (Yeah)
I'm with the squad (Yeah)
I got the row 
I'm with the squad 
I got the row
I'm with the squad 

(Chrous: Lil Uzi Vert) 

All of that dope, me
Fuck up, fuck up, five in the morning 
Yeah, I got rich
Came up off these shows
Playboi Carti, only be real thug that I know

shoot it up (feat. Kanye West)

LYRICS

[Intro]
Yeah
Rockin that Christian Dior
I had to marble the floors 
[Chorus]
I had to cut off these whores 
I just copped me a lil Benz 
Bout to cop me a lil Porsche
I got them butterfly doors 
Sit on them butterfly doors 
Young nigga ready for war 
Young nigga shootin em boys
Bitch you not ready for noise
I can do this in my sleep
I put that price on his head
He will be dead in a week, uh 
I just want all of this smoke 
That choppa outdoin the most 
Hit a lil boy with that K
Turned him to ghost 
[Verse 1]
Walk in the building we iced up
Walk in that building I'm triflin
Baby gon fuck us who next up?
Come eat on this dick you not wifey 
Fuck all that shit I just like it 
I'm takin flight like I'm Mike
Hand in my bag it's mine
I'm one of a kind 
Fuck that lil ho in the club 
I got some killers in line
All of my slatts they slime
You can get lined in the dime
I like my soda with lime uh
Mix it up bitch I look fine ooh
Mix it up bitch I look fine
[Verse 2]
Yeah blue chain uh mistey uh
Red chain uh sensei uh
Get the bag uh get the bag uh
Get the bag uh get the bag uh
I was on the drugs yeah when I ball
Drugs keep me strong
I was on your bitch
Get the bag rob get the bag rob
Get the bag rob get the bag rob
Spendin money and it still stack up
Fuckin on this thot got my list back up
40 with the stick made my hips stand up
She keep askin can she kiss my blunt
Put five different minerals in my cup
Stand in the back cuz I’m feelin numb
Pull up with the choppa and it got a drum
Throw it up nigga know where you from
Throw it up nigga know where you from
[Chorus]
I had to cut off these whores
I just copped me a lil Benz
Bout to cop me a lil Porsche
I got them butterfly doors
Sit on them butterfly doors
Young nigga ready for war
Young nigga shootin em boys
Bitch you not ready for noise
I can do this in my sleep
I put that price on his head
He will be dead in a week uh
I just want all of this smoke
That choppa outdoin the most
Hit a lil boy with that K
Turned him to ghost
[Bridge]
Check this out we just redid the whole thing
[Chorus]
Hold up hold up
Hold up hold up
Hold up they go berserk
Hold up they go berserk
I made the syrup hold up
Type of my shirt hold up
Keepin that glock hold up
Gimme that shit hold up
Hold up hold up
They go berserk hold up
Keepin that glock hold up
Havin that blick hold up
Never had shit hold up
Got that blick hold up
[Verse 3]
I’m talkin that cheese
I’m takin that lease
I fucked on this bitch
I had it like this
Hold up
Hold up
Almost took my shirt off hold up
Shoppin that bar though hold up
Chopper that burn it hold up
Chopper that burn it hold up
Chopper that burn it
Caught with the turbo
Caught with the turbo
Yeah yeah
[Verse 4]
Hunnid rounds no kickback
Mansion party lil kickback
Champagne gon sip that
Get that get back
Hunnid round no kickback
Mansion party lil kickback
Fake vibes we ain't with that
Look what they doin look what they sayin
"That nigga selfish look at his mansion"
Thirty thousand square feet secret rooms look at the plan
Look at the money look at the bands
I get on my knees I'm thankin the man
He said he ain't like that nigga I just seen him shakin his hand
I'm shakin my head I'm shakin my head
You like that Benz?
They made it in France
But watch your hands get back
Get back, get back
Hunnid rounds no kickback
Mansion party lil kickback
Fake vibes we ain't with that
Champagne gon sip that
Hunnid rounds no kickback
All the fake vibes I ain't with that
My life a mofo spot like some UFO
Price tag upon your soul you sold it you gotta go
Trade my respect for some attention
Fuck no
Lookin at these bitches bodies girl y'all overdose
Why y'all overdose?
[Chorus]
Hold up they go berserk
Hold up they go berserk
Stiff the reverse though hold up
Stiff the reverse though hold up
Hold up hold up
They go berserk hold up
They go berserk 

[Outro]

Thank God I made it
Thank God I made it
Thank God I made it made it
Thank God I made it
We made it
Made it made it
Made it made it made it

butterfly doors (feat. Future & Kanye West)

LYRICS

[PART I: DIE LIKE THIS]

[Intro: Playboi Carti]

Fuck my—Where the fuck my cup at?
Yeah, yeah, I need my—
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin’, I need that cup, nigga
Need that cup, yeah
Gang
Yeah
YL
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]

I'ma ride like this, yeah
I'ma die like this, hold up
I’m gonna die like this, yeah
I'ma die like this, hold up
I'ma ride like this, yeah
Might die in a mosh pit, hold up
Might die in a mosh pit, hold up
Spent a bag every day
10K ain't shit, hold up
Just love a little Prada, hold up
Spent a bag on my bit', uh
Got a problem with cash, yeah
We gon' handle that shit, yeah 
Got a brick full of red
We gon' bring in them bitches, hold up

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]

Stackin', rackin', all hundreds I'm packin'
My life, it is like a movie minus all the actin'
Jacket, jacket, yeah, it's made of rabbit
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, they compliment the carats
You ain't nothin' but a mockingbird, boy, you a parrot
Oops, yeah, my bad, that's your girl? We can share it
Might buy her diamonds and pearls but can't marry
She, said my D bomb like a terrorist
He, think he on but, man, that's barely
We, rock all white ice, look like dairy
Keys, my red Hellcat, it sound scary
Please, you talk shit and you get buried
See, ain't no fuck nigga around me
I said free my dogs from the county, yeah
The ones on the run from the bounty, yeah
Diamonds, they so wet, need some Bounty

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]

I'ma ride like this, yeah
I'ma die like this, hold up
I’m gonna die like this, yeah
I'ma die like this, hold up
I'ma ride like this, yeah
Might die in a mosh pit, hold up
Might die in a mosh pit, hold up
Spent a bag every day
10K ain't shit, hold up
Just love a little Prada, hold up
Spent a bag on my bit', uh
Got a problem with cash, yeah
We gon' handle that shit, yeah 
Got a brick full of red
We gon' bring in them bitches, hold up

[PART II: MY SOUL]

[Intro: F1LTHY & Playboi Carti]

Wake Up F1LTHY 
Yeah
Syuhh

[Refrain: Playboi Carti]

Get the fuck out my way, uh
I'm so popular outside, like I pop my shit, uh
I got a show ‘fore, drop off my world
I got 2 black trucks, follow my word
Took my shirt off 
Took my shirt off 
I'm bouta burn up
I'm bouta burn up

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]

Stop what what I do, all the shit they be talkin about
Bitches be fuckin me, bitches be fuckin, uh
I'm fuckin this bitch, she act like she mine
She know that I get it, she know that I get it, like
Put the books in the, shit
Got a stripper, done takin it
Quick thing for me, like 
The time came for me, yeah, we cop shit

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]

I done lost my soul
Bitch I'm in my goal, feelin like a ghost
I had to let these niggas out
Just got hit with a scope
My life a sad song, on the floor
We push it then we kickin dough
But not the window, everybody gettin hit
Took this shit, it's a switch, every target gettin hit
Let's catch em with it, no, yeah 
So I start flexin on they ass
I done flipped it, go and get ya dead
Yuh

die like this / red n blu

LYRICS

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]

Boy, you disgust me
Why is your bitches so ugly?
My bitch so perfect, she kinda look Asian 
Come all the way from Toronto
All she do is sucky-sucky
My stomach problem from all of this muddy
No money problems 'cause I'm gettin' money 
This shit is crazy, it just started for me
I was just home, broke, doin' the dougie
Pinky ring, water-flooded
Wrist got cold yellow diamond runnin'
Grab a tissue if it is an issue
Used to grab a pistol
No, I didn't for them itty-bitty niggas
I'm from the city with real killers
Nigga Gilly said, "Ya' gon' win now"
Uzi countin' all these major figures
Getting money, got a major hitter
But I ain't talkin' Barry Bonds 
When I was younger, wanted Keri Hilson
Nigga like Dennis the Menace
Now my money old like Mr. Wilson
Sneak dissing, who you? The records be missing
I fuck with Hit-Boy, I'm tryna be a hitman
Takin' yo ass straight out of existence
Where is yo hitman? The other man got him
Shout out Jodye Flacko, fuck wit' your album
Moving them pigeons, them birds, they be flockin'
White bitch on my dick, she ride like a 'Rari
When I get rough, she crank that like a cock-shift
She shake her ass on my dick like a cocktail
I could've fucked your bitch right in L.A
SLS, she play with my Cartier case
I had put some money right in the safe
Didn't do nothin', was high, it was late
But we still talk on the phone everyday
About, goin' on that perfect date
She hear my name, pussy on percolate
Only date is my dick all in her face
Wait, .45, that's all on my waist (That bitch is all on my waist)
Wait, why these niggas in the way?
Why do these niggas be frontin'
They just be there with no office
Most of their parents be owning they office
That both of my parents pray more than less often
My old bitch always be gaggin' and coughin'
My new bitch, she swallow me up so jawless
I want the money, the fame, and the Barbie
You know, the white bitch that look like iCarly
She ride my dick like that bitch is a Harley (Skrrt, skrrt)
I just got Energy jewels that was counterfeit

[Bridge: Travis Scott]

Damn, all these stars on my head
Okay, it's cool, keep this ice, keep me fresh
CHASE hit the stu' with me, somethin' I can hear
You know I'm James in The Garden, I can't miss

[Chorus: Travis Scott]

Is it lit?
Thick, hoes on my dick
Is it thick? (Straight up)
Kids, took the risk
Patek on my wrist
Is it lit?

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]

Ooh-ooh, I been through it, let me vent
I sat back and watch 'em switch up from my side of the fence
Old niggas makin' rules, tryna box young Scotty in
Live and die just by two codes: love your haters; no new friends
Find a way to let it fade from me by the sip
Take it down 'til I feel it in my ribs
She come right through, then I send her to the crib
Then she know, now she know what it is, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]

On my dick
Thirty-eight hoes on my dick
Is it natural? Wide? Is it thick?
Checks in my pocket and my kicks, kicks
Took the risk
Rose-gold Patek on my wrist
If I pull up, pull up, is it lit?
Beepin' by the gate
I've been beepin' by the gate, I've been
Is it lit?
Thick, hoes on my dick
Is it thick?
Kids, took the risk
Patek on my wrist
Is it lit?

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]

Clock rounds like my VVS diamond wrist
Everything real, so keep on watchin' it
If you watchin' me, then you watchin' it 
My new bitch I swear is a prophetess
Gettin' money really ain't no option, bitch 
Went to Maury and the lie detector said 
Boy, I swear you did not write the script 
Never really was a fan, though
Four-door coupe, open just like a sandal
We used to pray for them Lambos
I take my girl to a private resort
Heard we walk 'round wearin' sandals
My bitch so bad, she a handful
That's why she treat me so good
Wake up the pussy and eggs, they be scrambled
Everything lit
Everything, everything, everything lit
Everything lit like a candle
Ohh, she gave me head like some dandruff
Everything, it is so random
Love and rage, it is so random
Love and rage, it is so random


everything lit (feat. Travis Scott)

LYRICS

[PART I: JUMPIN OFF DRUGS] 

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert] 

I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs, ooh (Don't do that, my nigga)
I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs, ooh (Don't do that, my nigga)
I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs, ooh (Don't do that, my nigga) 

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti] 

Oxy, molly, Oxy, Oxy, Oxy, molly, I see bodies 
I see dead niggas, yeah, I see bodies, I see bodies
Perc' 10, different watches, Ben 10 shit, I got it 
Hydro, throwin' fours, couple of niggas kept it solid
SRT got pinks in it, double cup got pink in it
Pink diamond my pinky, pink slip on the AMG 

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] 

Pink Tape, Pink Tape, Pink Tape, Pink Tape
Pink Tape, Pink Tape, Pink Tape, Pink Tape
Hahaha 
One Lamb', three straights 
Redbone, pink face, vacay, pink lake
Double cup pink drink, fast Wraith, let's race
Sex date, Frostеd Flake, Tony Tiger, gr-r-reat
Cullinan, pеw-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, came with a Carbon in it (Don't do that, my nigga)
7.62 came with carbine in it, I am becomin' a narcissist 

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert] 

I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs, ooh (Don't do that, my nigga)
I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs, ooh (Don't do that, my nigga)
I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs, ooh (Don't do that, my nigga)
I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs, ooh (Don't do that, my nigga)
I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs, ooh (Don't do that, my nigga,)
I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs, ooh (Don't do that, my nigga) 

[PART II: TWO OUT] 

(Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & F1LTHY) 

Yeah
Wake Up F1LTHY 

[Chorus: Playboi Carti] 

I fucked her all day 
Backshots all day 
Backshots all day
I fucked her all day 
Backshots all day
Backshots all day
Backshots all day
Backshots all day
Backshots all day
Backshots all day 

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti] 

rive down the freeway 
Pop out in broad day 
I'm on that molly 
I'm 'bout to go to space 
I put this on my kids
These racks are permanent 
Three hundred for a event 
The penthouse dark, lil' bitch 
Too many cars, I need me a car lot 
I came a long way, I was too hot 
SMG, I pull out 
SVJ, we pull up 
Big ass blick, I pull out
Grab my stick, I pull out 
Grab my stick, I pull out
Grab my stick, I pull out
Grab my stick, I pull out 

[Chorus: Playboi Carti] 

I fucked her all day 
Backshots all day 
Backshots all day
I fucked her all day 
Backshots all day
Backshots all day
Backshots all day
Backshots all day
Backshots all day
Backshots all day 

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] 

Yeah
I'm Lil Uzi 
I got groupies 
Walked right past her 
Thought she knew me
That was the other day, yeah 
That was the other day 
That was the other day, yeah
That was the other day 
I made another play, yeah
That was the other day 
I had to bust the face, yeah
That was the other day 
Chopper ain't up to date, ayy
I need another K 

[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert] 

I need another K, yeah
I need another K, yeah
I need another K, yeah
I need another K, yeah
I need another K, yeah
I need another K, yeah
Bitch ass nigga
Get down and lay down 

[Chorus: Playboi Carti] 

I fucked her all day 
Backshots all day 
Backshots all day
I fucked her all day 
Backshots all day
Backshots all day
Backshots all day
Backshots all day
Backshots all day
Backshots all day

jumpin

LYRICS 

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]

I stay with my team, cheerleader
To a whole bunch of thugs, we ain’t cheetah
The whole gang just showed, who’s your leader?
My hoe gas me up, cheerleader
Syuh, tip my cup, syuh
Leave my twin locked in, ain’t worried about nun’
You want BFA, little bitch, get hit with this gun
Let’s hope he don’t fall, I’m hittin’ this bitch like some nuns
I’m a fan, I’m sumn, I’m a blunt
Get the chase, gotta face, in his face
In this waist, we is safe, we is safe
Imma bow, to a sensei

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]

She can't suck my dick, I make this bitch just suck my nuts 
I told that girl can she please just turn it up a notch 
Alright, alright, on them drugs, the one that lean you over
This a double R, but she ain't even seen my chauffeur
Bitch, I'm ballin', I can throw it up just like a floater 
I don't want your bitch, don't save her number, just wan' hold her
One hundred and twenty five racks, I spent it all at Dover 
Y'all niggas really ain't vamps, I can tell that y'all posers
I get younger, don't get older 
All my bitches on your poster
Pockеts got knots, move them pop rocks
I don't sеll pot, bitch, we sell rocks 
Bro a demon with that 'K, don't got no shell tops
Pull off in a foreign, skrrt, swerve a frail cop 


twin trim

back the fuck up (feat. Offset)

LYRICS

[PART I: COCAINE NOSE]

[Intro: Iggy Azalea]

Y’all can say what you want
I’m never writing a song about this, don’t worry
I have nothing to promote, don’t worry
I’m just…pissed the fuck up and I’m tired of it
I’ve been so nice, like, behind the scenes
Tryna…wait for this man to get his shit together
He’s never gonna get his shit together
The only thing he cares about is what the world thinks of him
Beacuse he’s a fucking narcissist

[Verse: Playboi Carti]

Diamonds they all in my cup
She got her hand on my stum
I fuck this bitch, I’mma bust
Too many pills, I’mma bust
Shawty, you know I’m the one
Shawty, you know I get up
Got diamonds all in my cup
Got her hand all on my stum
I fucked a bitch on the bus
I taught the bitch how to rush
These hoes really not rich
These hoes really not shit
These niggas really not me
These niggas really not shit
These niggas my sons, they mine, uh
I do what the fuck I want, uh
These niggas are nothing
I got these niggas up, like four, uh
Nigga want beef with me, you won’t do it, uh (Yeah, ok)
I got that bitch back on that stuff
I mad shit with the bluff
Hide behind that block, still, uh (Gimee that)
Walk around with that steel, uh (Gimee that)

[PART II: NARCISSIST]

[Intro: Iggy Azalea & Playboi Carti]

Every single part of this year has been bullshit
And every single thing this man had said would happen, has not happened
I’m done with this shit
So since you care so much about the world
What the world thinks
And I know you’re looking at all your tweets, cuz your album dropped (Mmm)
Look at this shit, and maybe be accountable (Yeah)
Because I know it’s not just me that thinks (Mmmm)
What you’re doing, and what you’ve done all year is— (Yeah)

[Verse: Playboi Carti]

Stay with the cash, stay with the bag 
250 bag, 250 cash
Throwin’ the bag, throwin’ the bag
I’m with the, uh, dribble my ball, uh
We got it going, uh, keep that shit going, uh
Let’s open your gang, open your mind
Stop tryna sting, stop tryna sting
You hit the pain, uh
Sippin’ on pain, we sippin’ on drink
I love the drink, could sever me thing, sever me thing
She wanna drink, she suck on my dick, she suck on the thing
Wake up with the cake, code red
All on my sleep, shot it up
I'm like, more molly bitch, she fuckin' on me
Whole lotta thots and whole lotta cash 
All on hunnids, uh
Can't talk to the guy anymore, uh
We don't fuck with you, less on that bitch 
Put it on, uh, pull out the switch
With em with qui, he gotta go
Light em with a blick, we in the side, big in the eight 
Whole lotta red, whole lotta dead
I need the right bitch
I'm on some savage shit
My nigga can't do it, my niggas is dead to me
These niggas is dead, these is niggas is ‘fraid of me (Homicide homicide)
These niggas is dead, they all enemies
These niggas is dead, they all envy me
I got some bitches, a blick, they fuckin they fuckin they fuckin on, uh
Fuckin on Carti, they fuckin on Carti, got it uh
We havin drama, we havin an issue if we get stuck
Two cups of that lean, baby, pour me up


narcissist

LYRICS

[PART I: MISSION TO THE LOOT]

[Intro]

Get that money, yeah, no matter what
I'ma get that money, yeah, no matter what
I'ma get that money, yeah, no matter what

[Chorus]

Spent like fifteen hundred for my shoes 
Then I brought ten pairs for my whole crew 
Gettin' money really changed my mood 
I was on a mission to the loot 
I was on a mission to the loot
I was on a mission to the loot 
Gettin' money really changed my mood 
I was on a mission to the loot

[Verse 1]

My new crib, that bitch got a pool 
Diamonds, they so white, them shits look blue
Christian Dior all up on my suit 
She called me slime, so covered her in goo 
Realer, don't get realer, yeah
Hang with killers and the villains, yeah 
I'm a million, I'm a millionaire
Smoke a Backwood, put a pill in there
Fuck that girl off the Perc', I can't feel in there
This my trap-trap, bust some pills in there 
Cut the lights off, can't no bills come there
Diamonds so cool, caught a chill in here
Diamonds Buffalo, ain't no Bills in here
Pull up, Lambo' coupe, only come with two chairs
But it's two of you, better squeeze in there
Hit it from the back, pull your Brazilian hair

[Chorus]

Spent like fifteen hundred for my shoes 
Then I brought ten pairs for my whole crew 
Gettin' money really changed my mood 
I was on a mission to the loot
I was on a mission to the loot
I was on a mission to the loot 
Gettin' money really changed my mood
I was on a mission to the loot

[PART II: ARM & A LEG (THAT BITCH])

[Intro: Trippie Redd & Jamie Foxx]

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Whoa, huh
Whoa, whoa

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Know you love that bitch, yeah
Know you trust that bitch, yeah
Know you love that bitch, yeah
Nigga, I just fucked that bitch, yeah
Aw, baby, I’m the shit, why you playin'?
Rolex on my wrist so sick, got it plain
Rolex on my wrist cost an arm and a leg
Foreign car outside cost a arm and a leg

[Verse: Playboi Carti]

Nigga, fuck that shit, young nigga got hundreds 
Nigga, fuck that shit, young nigga got hundreds 
Bitch, that's not your swag, hold up 
We be poppin’ them tags 
We be playin' with racks 
I be playin' with bags 
Shawty geeked up 
Did this for the slimes
Me and my partner gon' ride 
Me and my partner got, yeah
Me and my partner got 9s 
Love that nigga from the 9 
I'ma put a bitch in line 
I'ma fuck this bitch two times 
Trap bag filled with that cash

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Know you love that bitch, yeah
Know you trust that bitch, yeah
Know you love that bitch, yeah
Nigga, I just fucked that bitch, yeah
Aw, baby, I'm the shit, why you playin'?
Rolex on my wrist so sick, got it plain
Rolex on my wrist cost an arm and a leg
Foreign car outside cost a arm and a leg

mission 2 da loot/arm & leg (feat. Trippie Redd)

[Chorus]
Buffy the Body
Buffy the Body
My blick got bodies 
This dick got bodies
Better call somebody
Better call somebody
Better call somebody
You don't want smoke
You don't wanna do that 
I'ma send it up 
My lil boy gon do that
You don't want smoke
You don't wanna do that
I'ma set that up
My lil boy gon do that
You don't want smoke
You don't wanna do that
I'ma set that up
I'm gon do that
[Verse]
I'ma send it up 
My lil boy gon do that 
I'm in the spot right now I got a Glock in the bookbag
I'm in the spot right now four pints in the bookbag 
Got a lil badass bih and yeah she throw it back
Got my hand on my gun right now lil bitch cuz I'm on them Perkies
Got my hand on my gun right now lil nigga cuz I'm on that 
I'm too high high as hell 
I was locked behind a cell 
Came out and gave em hell 
Came out and gave em hell
[Chorus]
[Verse]
I'ma pick it up
I'm gon do that
Fuck that hoe
I do that
Get that money then we fly back
I got bitches on the callback
I got bitches I don't call back 
You know how I'm bomin
You know how we comin
Smoke a lotta dope
Smoke a lotta dope by myself I'm alone
I'm alone 
I'm alone
I'm Vlone
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
Diamonds cuttin my wrist
Same color it cuttin a brick 
I fucked on this bitch in this bitch 
I had to go up in my list 
No no I don't take no pics
No I can't stay for a lick 
I'm flexin it's all in my wrist 
I'm makin these lil niggas sick 
Water that's all on my hand 
A goldfish she live on my fist 
I gotta get bitch that is rich
Cause that'll make any bitch lit 
Yeah if you gon shoot 
Fuck nigga you better shoot 
My new whip it bulletproof 
I got diamonds on my tooth 
I got diamonds on my hand 
I got diamonds on my rims 
I got diamonds on my friends 
Let the story just begin
Dior my suit I just wanna get all the loot
Fuckin your bitch I recruit
I make her do what it do
Told her get loose like it's Loubs
When it get loose like a noose
Treat that girl like Uncle Luke
Get on my lap but that pussy for crew
Elephants all in the room
Horton gon hear a hoof
I put my dick in your boo
She is no longer your boo
22 hundred my shoes
Nike sign that shit say swoosh
Fuck on that bitch then I move
You not my bae you get Roof
Wait, where is the blue
Pop that lil pill and I start seein clues
Pop your ass just for some shoes
My nigga makin the news 
Base him on that block stay zooted
I had to recoup
I had to rake up the loot
350 thousand on my jewels
That's the shit I got on now
Back then they ain't let me fuck well how bout now
If I'm a dog, lil bitch you is a hound
We buyin verbs in the Vert not no noun
I'm the freshest nigga out
Pull up so fresh that they put you in lost and found
Lil bitches will never get found
Cause these niggas always they stealin my style 
[Chorus]
[Verse]
First crib it was apartment
I used to chill in the ment
Everything happened is meant
Bitch your breath stink need a mint
I know them shooters you sent
I just had to paid they lil rent 
Reversin the backend lil bitch
That what happen when a nigga get rich
No I do not smoke no hemp
I just walk with a limp
I'm the closest thing to pimp
C on my glasses so I see the lent
Dip slide in the Bent
Get top I got the tint
Don't want that bitch she not a ten
I cannot fuck if she didn't bring a friend
She getting mad put dick in her friend
Not talkin no haircut but I get the trim
She a redbone and she fixin the brim
Every time we in her Ack its intense
She a lil crazy but she is a gem
I put it in her stomach feel it in her intestines
My nigga Swervo put me on that bitch
I met that girl when I was out on Essex
You know I get fly like I'm on The Jetsons
So you know I got to keep the protection
I put the section inside of my section
Nonono I cannot fuck on pedestrians
Going too hard no I am not resting
Do not follow the light that is the exit
Two of your checks look just like my bag
Hit from the back and nono I can't back it
All of my niggas they monkeys gorillas
All of my niggas they move with bananas
I got a hundreds round right in the Phantom
[Chorus]

bury the body

16*29

LYRICS

[PART I: YSL CHEETAH]

[Intro: ? & DJ SWAMP IZZO]

I do this for you
Don’t you ever weigh me down
‘Cause we do it together
Run away, baby
Run away from all problems
I’m on my way
Run away, baby
Run away from all problems
I won’t run away
DJ SWAMP IZZO

[Verse: Playboi Carti, Ken Carson & F1LTHY]

I just fucked on this lil bitch, she fucked my T up
I just walked outside, YSL cheetah
I got all these diamonds on me, yeah, I'm T'd up
Yeah, I woke up with them racks, you know I'm G'd up
Pop a pill, bitch I’m off a bean, yeah
Walk around with this lil stick
 X-ray X-ray X-ray
Keep that lil bitch, you know it’s me
X-ray X-ray X-ray (What)
Can’t jump off that cliff, I’ma send that bitch
Put a nigga on a cross, get crucified, Uncle El that bitch
Could fuck some hoe, but I don’t know how to find that bitch
Walk round blow, so you know you can’t connect that bitch
Fuckin outside with that bitch
What’s up, ride that bitch
You not pimpin’ shit, can’t outdo me
I put a bitch high too, but now I sound like I ain’t got IQ
If a nigga fuck with that hoe I put the blick on him
Yeah I’m sippin that, if I see him put a hole in him
I ask my brudda in, I spill my drink on him
Won’t give a shit won’t give a damn won’t give a fuck bout him
X-ray X-ray X-ray
I got racks up on my shit on my sleep
I got racks up on my shit on my sleep
I got racks up on my shit on my sleep
I just put that bitch right on my team
What (Wake Up F1LTHY)
Yuh

[PART II: KPOP]

[Intro: F1LTHY]

I’m workin on dying

[Refrain: Playboi Carti]

These niggas don't love me, these bitches wanna fuck me
My t-shirt on, so I won't get ugly
She fuckin with a don, I'm fucki' with a bomb
They think I'm Osama, woah, she think I'm off somethin
I'm fuckin with a bad lil vibe, molly all over her tongue
I'm bout to spot me an opp, I'm bout to spin they truck, woah
I said, "Mama, I got me a switch, we don't give a fuck bout luck," huh  

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert & Travis Scott]

Pull up 488 just like, what?
Yeah, I’m famous now
Told my nigga, “Hold my gun”
Yeah, what, diamonds they cost so much
Smokin that gas, I gotta hold my lungs
What, yeah, damn, you thought she was the one
Yeah, ayy, told that girl to hold her tongue
Yeah, my closet cause a trunk
Gettin this money like I’m in a rush
Damn, ride so fast, like I’m in a Lambo
Water juice, like I broke the dam
Wet floor sign, yeah, that be cautious
What? Pullin up in my–
Rari

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]

Ice on my body, I'm the coolest
Trampoline jump for a cougar
Jump out the jungle, go hectic
I'm leavin' that boy in his dulla
She wanna fuck for the moolah
Pussy-ass niggas get lit up
That Pelle Pelle hold the Ruger
I was just layin with your girl, huh
She like bein round my niggas
She T'd up, she not switchin
G6 got me here glitchin
Really rich as fuck, just livin
This bitch ain't got no vision
I'ma gon head and give it to her
I just been feelin myself
I found Jesus, Christian Dior
Got a bitch wanna fuck on the gang, she'll put a stain right on the floor
Got me feelin like Jason Chase, I'm switchin lanes on these whores
Stop all that talkin, let's do it, you on the internet, boy, stop, boy
I'm in the field with cleats, SIG in my jeans, I kill boys
Me and my niggas, we G's, step on bitches, we kick doors
I stay runnin up checks and holdin the knife, it's a sport
Sittin with my blick, I got me a gang, I can't go to court 
Bitch, try to pop his pain, put two in his brain, blow up the fort


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