Had to revisit this cause wtf?? Who flows on a beat like this?? Who else???

Bullock (ft. Kajo Muah & PlaayaJ)

Lyrics:

I’m so… (4x)

I’m so blind to the bullshit,
'nough on my plate, full shit

All they do is laugh at you 
dummy bitch on your fool shit

Say what you gone do, but
you’re never gonna do shit

Real plays and music, 
I don’t gotta prove shit 


Everytime I drop they don’t
got a choice but admit that 
I’m winning, bitch you null & void

I’m not sharing no titles
bitch, I am not Lloyd

Put some bass in your voice 
and stop mocking my voice 

Say you “better”, I’m
rolling all up in this Royce

You my seed, keep it bean,
I ain’t talking no soy

Step your Cookies and Chips
up, word to Ahoy! 

Or you get the “Boot” that’s 
word to my Cowboy


N-Nine times out of ten
I don’t gotta say shit

N-Nine times out of ten
I’m mothering your favorite

T-Talking 'bout a spot? 
What the fuck your ass taking?

D-Dropped and deleted cause
that shit was tanking

Stop all that playing, you buy 
that shit, they ain’t playing 

Bitch I’ma ball, I’ma go 
Super Saiyan 

Talking that shit when 
I’m skinny and pretty

You need a waist train
and that face is decaying


I’m pushing the pedal
He buying me petals 

They know they ain’t better
They know that it’s levels

If I get the Prada
That make me the Devil?

If I get the Rollie
It’s pink on the bezel

These bitches is corny
These bitches is kettle

I’m getting that cake 
Feel like Hensel and Gretel

These bitches is slow 
So they think that they special

I told 'em it’s crunch time 
I told 'em it’s Nestle (2x)


Somebody tell her
ima put her in a casket

Wrist on Easter,
matter fact basket

Matter fact Ice Cream, 
matter fact Baskin

Who the fuck said you 
was done getting lashings?

Call her Potato the 
way im mashing

Stop tryna mix it up
we ain’t matching

She going crazy? 
well bitch i go bat shit

These bitches don’t 
know the half like a fraction


Please don’t touch 
these versace heels 

Sprees in the hills 
and he foot the bill

Might pop Percs &
pills for the thrill

All they do is steal 
and still im so ill

Bubblegum or Hot Pink
on my automobile 

I’m the best maid bitch,
they know ima big deal 

That’s about a couple mil'
if i do your little deal

Where they want the
Barbie at? UK or Brazil?


I’m pushing the pedal
He buying me petals 

They know they ain’t better
They know that it’s levels

If I get the Prada
That make me the Devil?

If I get the Rollie
It’s pink on the bezel

These bitches is corny
These bitches is kettle

I’m getting that cake 
Feel like Hensel and Gretel

These bitches is slow 
So they think that they special

I told 'em it’s crunch time 
I told 'em it’s Nestle (2x)


Hold up, wait a minute, let me fixate bitch, She can’t hang if she ain’t about an 8 bitch,
Whole lotta body but your pockets losing weight bitch,
Pilate body but my pockets out of shape bitch

Hold up, wait a minute, let me fixate bitch, You can’t hang if you ain’t about an 8 bitch, You ain’t hear me on that Hard!/BEEN record? You still gon’ settle for a cheesecake bitch?

Ugh! Ew! Is you for real, man? Head to bank for my bills then,
I count it up, throw it in the Louis duffle, then Giuseppe pump out the building

Leave the rest to collect interest, nothing interesting with you bitches, Lil sis the only bitch fucking with me, Hold up wait a minute.. is that incest?

I’m really the Moodboard for these bitches, Hop out of the two door on these bitches, 
All I do Pop It Off so Undisputed cause I’m too bored with y’all bitches

I’m so Paris, I’m so Lindsay, I’m so Kim K, I’m so Britney
No matter where I go, They know a bitch name,
Mines brand new & yours flimsy


I’m pushing the pedal
He buying me petals 

They know they ain’t better
They know that it’s levels

If I get the Prada
That make me the Devil?

If I get the Rollie
It’s pink on the bezel

These bitches is corny
These bitches is kettle

I’m getting that cake 
Feel like Hensel and Gretel

These bitches is slow 
So they think that they special

I told 'em it’s crunch time 
I told 'em it’s Nestle (2x)

LVLS

Lyrics:

keep it g, you know 
you not it nigga

but let me see what’s
in your motherfuckin
wallet nigga

you know a knotted
bitch need her a 
knotted nigga

but when it come 
down to who paying
then i got it nigga 

i been a leader,
you aint never see 
me follow nigga

cause everybody
know my mother
fucking body nigga

don’t let this princess
shit fool you cause i
body niggas  

and if i take your 
shawty nigga, im
not sorry nigga


it goes one, two, three
who it’s gone be?

B-a-r.. b-i-e

use them two last
letters then follow 
my example 

once she think she
hot, blow her out 
like a candle 

man i hate to smoke 
a bitch like a mother
fucking camel

i’m somewhere in the 
middle east sitting on a camel

then switch to the lambo,
stepped out the lambo

she ran up then i floored her
yup that’s orlando!


they know im the 
pinnacle, i’m what
bitches spitting for

break a rapper bitch down
get it? like a syllable 

anything you see me
doing, know i’m the original

they in the cords 
sounding like they 
came from my umbilical


go against the barbie,
this is not where you
gone win though

you ain’t fucking with
me, this is not no 
innuendo 

must be on that indo,
bitch i get it in though

anything you see me
pull up in got tinted 
windows

pass me the quilted 
pink chanel lambskin

ima blow that back 
soon as they bring my 
advance in

cut the rapping out, this 
is something you won’t 
advance in

if i take a break then
maybe you can get 
a chance in


keep it g, you know 
you not it nigga

but let me see what’s
in your motherfuckin
wallet nigga

you know a knotted
bitch need her a 
knotted nigga

but when it come 
down to who paying
then i got it nigga 

i been a leader,
you aint never see 
me follow nigga

cause everybody
know my mother
fucking body nigga

don’t let this princess
shit fool you cause i
body niggas  

and if i take your 
shawty nigga, im
not sorry nigga


i ain’t never need a nigga

i can buy that shit 
myself

never needed bitches,
pull up by my mother 
fucking self

that mean i don’t 
need no help 

y’all bitches look
like the help

when they try to gag me

bitch they end
up gagging 

i’m like “welp!”


when it come to these
bitches, color my ass 
unimpressed 

when i say these hoes
not fit, i mean not even a bit

don’t know why these
bitches tryna take every
single step

but you know the barbie
balling so bitch i’m 
never stressed 


um um um um

you’ll never catch 
the barbie hanging with
a bum bum 

just like a lollipop,
they suck & they
dum(b) dum(b)

go anywhere & bitch
i’m good, fuck where
you from from 


keep it g, you know 
you not it nigga

but let me see what’s
in your motherfuckin
wallet nigga

you know a knotted
bitch need her a 
knotted nigga

but when it come 
down to who paying
then i got it nigga 

i been a leader,
you aint never see 
me follow nigga

cause everybody
know my mother
fucking body nigga

don’t let this princess
shit fool you cause i
body niggas  

and if i take your 
shawty nigga, im
not sorry nigga

Knotted (Prod. DB!)

Lyrics:

All of these bitches make 
me sick to my tummy

You tryna end me,
I’m counting money

Retarded, Wheelchair bound, 
I’ma go dummy

Bitch your career is a wrap,
like a mummy

Like bitch im your mommy

He calling me mommy

I’m wearing the crown,
you aint taking it from me

Like bow bow bow bow
We keeping the tommy

I’m wearing that 
Cherry Blossom Murakami  


Pull up in some shit you 
never really seen on a hoe

Put my wrist out and watch
how the ice bling on a hoe


Tryna rap like me, 
sing on a hoe

Name ring bells ding 
ding on a hoe

You know the Barbie never
been scared to swing 
swing on a hoe, oh


Nice to meet you,
I’m Ms. Get My Way Bae

Pull up in that Purosangue
up in Loewe

Now Barbie why the fuck 
you say what bitches can’t say?

And why when they bring 
up your name, bitches can’t take


3, 2, 1 nigga lift off

Every time I turn a round
a bitch pissed off

I would hate to come and 
get a bitch get clipped off

So when I come around
better have them lips off


I’m in my zone (6),
shoutout atlanta 

Bitch my closet
Hannah Montana  

No they can’t sit her 
and no they can’t stand her

You been a fan uh,
and you been a stan uh


They accolades, 
I put a triple on that

All them bitches big broke, 
put a cripple on that 

And my diamonds rainbow
like a skittle on that

And I’m hard to figure out
like a riddle on that

DA-DA-DA ll

Lyrics:

“Tela hoes need 
them a bitch to pop”

Well tell them weak 
hoes I’m the bitch to pop

They still up on bots 
tryna fix the plot?

Keep it g bitch 
I don’t want shit you got


First hoes came out
tryna sound like me

Like bitch your first 
song said shoutout me

So now they tryna sing
and now they doin feat’s

On my type of beats
just to outdo me


Tell her bum ass to kneel
—Patrick Harris

IRL doll, y’all Facetune & Paris

Had a whole wave of fags 
tryna be Paris 

They always think you’re me
You not embarrassed? 


Mirror.. Mirror.. which bitch the fairest?

(You princess, & she can’t be the Heiress) 

I’m at the Trump, but I’m on team Harris 

Pretty soon your career is gonna perish


Man get yo bum ass on 
Man what yo bum ass on?

Like everything you bitches do
confirm that y’all my clone

They need me here, why they 
trying so hard to get me gone?

They want the formula, you 
can hear that shit in they tone 

Well bitch you blown your cover
Tell bitches take some cover

Yea bitch I’m mother and that
get back is a motherfucker

Sign of the cross, tell these
bum bitches it’s the last supper

Like every bitch can catch a 
fade and no I don’t stutter


Me against young men in wigs, I win

Back to Hollywood
Like when you ever been?

Outrap who? 
With what type of pen

I move weight, call me the Prin' Pin


I heard your leak, that 
shit was kinda wack though 

You thought you ate just 
cause you did a fast flow

Bitch I get cheese for 
feats just to mack hoes

Mad hoes

Better in everything, 
we do not match hoes 


Your time is up bitch like
Hickory Dickory 

Don’t got no friends so 
they riding on dickory 

Literally, bitch it’s a mystery 

How to get rid of me 

This shit’ll go down in history 


Got the right plan with
the right wrong bitch  

Rap murder scene with 
the white chalk bitch 

Now you wanna wear all 
them cheap ass wigs 

Hoe what happened to the
box with the white chalk bitch

Why do you bitches be thinking Milano fell off
You hoes need to go change the subject 
I be wit my nigga in the hood
Ride his dick so good
Bitch please I ain’t finna stop fuckin
I just took a break for a min
But you rap bitches still on my nuts
Hoe get off or start sucking
I’ll really body any of you niggas
Let that be that ending point of a discussion

My man say I’m perfect
Ass like two bunk beds
No ass shots, ain’t no surgeon
This pussy be working
Yours got you a buss down
Mine copped me a maybach with curtains
You bitches is hurting
D-O-N touch down
Julio 42
No Bourbon
My nigga be serving
Ran off twice on the plug
Now he walking up slow 
Acting nervous

Stop saying these rap bitches really my peer
Which rap bitch hit 100K in a year
I got a real big bag
Pop real big tags
That’s a Double C stud on my ear
You bitches is lame
He got you crying in a Honda
I’m wiping my tears in a Range
You sniffing cocaine 
If you think you running with Don
On a track 
I’m like 
Bitch is you sane??!

All my Songs on deck
Like Brenda
Shit get wicked
Bitch go ask Galinda
My man think he safe
Tuh please
Bitch I’ll ship a nigga right back to his sender 
This shit is a bender
Hoe keep dropping them chops
Like she putting them songs thru a blender
Versace on body
That Alaïa prolly
I’m all you rap bitches
Num 1 contender 

I wanna fuck Duke Dennis so bad
Open ya mouth put this cat on ya hat
Pull up on A-M-P
In my A-M-G
Fuck Kai then I’m fucking ya dad

Ride on that dick like a Cowboy
Beyonce 
I want a butch queen that’s thick like Raymonte
I’m with a nigga I’m using for money 
When he ask to fuck
I say now not the time bae

I’m in that Gaultier with Alabama
These niggas gon bark
I’m a bad mamma-jamma
Nigga think he gon fuck this
Nigga cant touch this
Got me feeling like MC & Hammer

Stripes on my ass
Get a taste like you Tyga
This shit getting sticky
Creator no Tyler
Ain’t no push to start
Bitch I don’t feel like Tyla
He left a review on this ass
Like “It’s fire!”

You bitches really thought Tre was too soft
You bitches really thought you was a threat
I’d like to see all you bitches that bark in da comments
Talk shit with this glock atcha neck

Affirming myself
But no I’m not a lender
Swiping them cards left and right
Like it’s Tinder
I be at home counting up
Pesos in the truck
While my opps getting fucked on Twitter

I got that drip, super soaker like fountains
Hoe get too close
Mason (Macing) bitches like Alton
Feeling like Diana Ross 
When I smoke that za
Getting high
Nigga ain’t no mountain
Bitch been styling
Pull up at Saks
Racking up a big tab
I might need a accountant
When I drop that New New
All these old hoes
Gon act so astounded

Dig in this shit while you repping your set
You fuckin wit me
Having more than sex
Im grabbing ya neck
Balls
Ass
While I ride on the dick
FatKatXX

Damn 
Since when Milano been a freak
It just took the right nigga 
Bring it outta me
Thats enough of that pussy talk
Let me address some you bitches
Since bitches think this shit was sweet

On all you bitches
I kept me a eye
Couple of shit
That I keep letting slide
None of you bum bitches
Better not mention my name
Less you ready to lay down and die

Keep saying I flopped
Bitch you bringing me traction
New Money Moniker
Thats a bitch Faction
Most of you bitches is mad
You couldnt get in 
You bitches aint possessing talent

D.O.N (Freestyle)

Hey my Supaz!! I know I’ve been M.I.A. but it’s for a good reason! I have SOOOOOO many gags for yall ( but I can’t say per manager ) so for NOW just listen to one of my fav tracks off the thing thing ! #SUPAOUT ! 🛸⭐️💞

Knotted (Prod. DB!)

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