"Memories" by Bimpin
Produced by Coupe

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Memories [prod. Coupe]

"Fast!" by Bimpin
Produced by Evan Kozin

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Fast! [prod. Evan Kozin]

2Life available on all streaming platforms.

[Credits]

Performed by Bimpin, Henny Hermes and KILJ
Production by Stafford Beats
Mixed by Seth Watson 
Mastered by Gabi Grella
Written by Gavi Shohet Zabin, Damon Failla, Jelani Lofton and more.

[Lyrics]

He knows he’s the one, but like he’s always questioning himself 
And I just I-I don’t like motherfuckers like that bro
But like, Bimpin, Henny and J 
They gon’ kill the industry man 
Fuck that shit, put it 2Life

Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain’t giving no trust 
We gon put you in yo’ place, straight into the dust
We gon’ rack them numbers up, we gon’ win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must
Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain’t giving no trust 
We gon put you in yo’ place, straight into the dust
We gon’ rack them numbers up, we gon’ win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must

Aye, I’ve been on the go
Switching up these checks while I’m switching up my bros
Trippin, don’t care bout’ these hoes
Going to the top, I’ll see how it flows
In a good place, take my heart, take my life, don’t break
Real ways to make me feel real fake
Focus on this lense, can’t let them all hate
Plotting on me, they was asking for the smoke 
In my head they be calling me a joke
Bitch clown hard, she hope I’ll choke

Aye, hope I’ll choke
Aye, bitch clown hard she hope I’ll choke 
(2Life) Yeah, yeah (aye, aye)

Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain’t giving no trust 
We gon put you in yo’ place, straight into the dust
We gon’ rack them numbers up, we gon’ win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must
Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain’t giving no trust 
We gon put you in yo’ place, straight into the dust
We gon’ rack them numbers up, we gon’ win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must

Yeah, all these bitches too fake, too fake
Saw me a foreign so I bought that whole new face
Hated on me back now I see them and they like oh hey
Now she wanna’ fuck, I see her staring at my plain jane 
New it, I could do this shit, got everything to loose
You be talking shit, so I don’t wanna talk to you 
And tryna put me in the blame for shit that I ain’t even do 
That’s the way it goes, everybody pissed, I play it cool
Woah-oh, don’t know if there’s anyone I could say I loved 
I just took a xannie, now I’m feeling like a star
Know I gotta quit but I can’t stumble, fall apart 

Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain’t giving no trust 
We gon put you in yo’ place, straight into the dust
We gon’ rack them numbers up, we gon’ win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must
Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain’t giving no trust 
We gon put you in yo’ place, straight into the dust
We gon’ rack them numbers up, we gon’ win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must

I told my momma I’m straight
Since I’ve been getting out everyday
Counting up the commas yeah the bankrol
Now I’m hopping out the god damn wraith
Swerving on the E-way with the god damn top down 
These n****s ain’t really better, I know they only wanna’ talk 
Got my hands around the bag and I flooded out the watch 
And your bitch that I was fucking, I was all on that box
Smoking on OG, the shit you can’t cop
Yeah shit you can’t cop
N***s really think I wouldn’t make it this far
But n*** fuck that, now that I’m up you better not run back
(Run back)
(Run back)
(Run back)

Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain’t giving no trust 
We gon put you in yo’ place, straight into the dust
We gon’ rack them numbers up, we gon’ win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must
Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain’t giving no trust 
We gon put you in yo’ place, straight into the dust
We gon’ rack them numbers up, we gon’ win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must

2LIfe

2Life [with Henny Hermes] [feat. KILJ] [prod. Stafford Beats]

heaven at night: available on all streaming platforms.

[Credits]

Performed by Bimpin
Production by Sinatramadeit, KB
Mastered by Gabi Grella
Written by Gavi Shohet Zabin, Damon Failla

[Lyrics]

Will I die tonight?
I'm rollin' out my mind
You see me in the sky tonight
You see me in the sky and night
I can't live life a lie
I'm hated by the ones I liked
Welcome where my nights are wiped (huh, huh)
Will I die tonight?
I'm rollin' out my mind
You see me in the sky tonight
You see me in the sky and night
I can't live life a lie
I'm hated by the ones I liked
Welcome where my nights are wiped (huh, huh)

Coulda took my life
Why it hate me
Took me out of place and it easily replaced me
Fake dreams
Really shitty things, yeah they played me, played me (huh)
Wishing that I never let go
Now the feelings show
Risked it all, I shoot, like a free throw
I took a chance, couldn't wait
I made a new game
Ran the world, new rate
Made some new cash, new face
Two faced, new plate, bought a new wraith
New wraith and a plaque, and I looked way back
I was moving fast, had no time to crash
They pray it's my last, I ain't dying fast, I make it last

Will I die tonight?
I'm rollin' out my mind
You see me in the sky tonight
You see me in the sky and night
I can't live life a lie
I'm hated by the ones I liked
Welcome where my nights are wiped (huh, huh)
Will I die tonight?
I'm rollin' out my mind
You see me in the sky tonight
You see me in the sky and night
I can't live life a lie
I'm hated by the ones I liked
Welcome where my nights are wiped (huh, huh)

Now they calling up my phone, but I feel alone, far from home
Webs shooting, guns shooting, like I'm Al Capone or a spider
They said I work too hard, but, damn, I'm a fighter
They studying my life, like damn, I'm way brighter, I'm way flyer
When it comes to these fits you shipping outta' China, and we shopping from designer
Define a, kid with a flow who kept it on the low, with some shit to undergo, he made that life go pro

Will I die tonight?
I'm rollin' out my mind
You see me in the sky tonight
You see me in the sky and night
I can't live life a lie
I'm hated by the ones I liked
Welcome where my nights are wiped (huh, huh)
Will I die tonight?
I'm rollin' out my mind
You see me in the sky tonight
You see me in the sky and night
I can't live life a lie
I'm hated by the ones I liked
Welcome where my nights are wiped (huh, huh)

heaven at night [prod. Sinatramadeit & KB]

KNOCKOUT available on all streaming platforms.

[Credits]

Performed by Bimpin and Drizzy Tae
Production by Winther, ProdbyBL, Lukki
Mixed by Gradebeats
Mastered by Gabi Grella
Written by Gavi Shohet Zabin, Davontae Hammock, Damon Peter Failla

[Lyrics]

Imma hit lil shawty with the FaceTime 
She gon spin it back with her face down
Knock it out the ring with a takedown
K.O. lil bitch I run the game now
Got my neck dripped out in that gold
Hunnid racks of that new money, no old
You ain’t playing with that boy’s beam like Carti
I got Zaza packed up in the back of that ‘Rari 

They say money gon talk, well, my bank account's screaming
Poured Dom Pérignon, this ain’t lean but she leaning
Blue Beamer in garage, wrist like those headlights, they beaming
Fit from designer too clean, hah, my stylist cleaning
I’m living her wildest dreams, I’m working, she sleeping and dreaming
White Rover, 5 seats, in the back I’m receiving 
She said she a model, goddamn she deceiving 
She lying to my face, that’s a bar in the stu
But I keep it 100, that Birkin was 50, I bought that times 2
Flexing fake bands, you full of that shit, go hit up the loo
I know you want money, I’ll hit up your diner, for you, I’ll tip based on my mood
I would call you a cow, don’t wanna start beef, real shit, I be vegan
Maybe clean out your mouth, you gon bleed the blood that you eating 

Imma hit lil shawty with the FaceTime 
She gon spin it back with her face down
Knock it out the ring with a takedown
K.O. lil bitch I run the game now
Got my neck dripped out in that gold
Hunnid racks of that new money, no old
You ain’t playing with that boy’s beam like Carti
I got Zaza packed up in the back of that ‘Rari 

In the back of a ‘Rari
Scratch that, I’m in the back of a Wraith
Repeat is the word of the day
I get it, repeat, and refer to the K
Run it up, or I wouldn’t have it no other way
Gotta put the work in just to get the pay
I just left the hills I’m getting paid
Burberry in the hills, I ain’t know her name
I bet some niggas really know my name
Doing whatever not to go insane
Numbers up, they wanna ride the train
You can’t fish, you can not ride the wave
I don’t really think they ready for the switch up
Why you lying, they just a catfish in the picture
I was down on the ground but I had to get up
I was down on the ground but I had to get up

Imma hit lil shawty with the FaceTime 
She gon spin it back with her face down
Knock it out the ring with a takedown
K.O. lil bitch I run the game now
Got my neck dripped out in that gold
Hunnid racks of that new money, no old
You ain’t playing with that boy’s beam like Carti
I got Zaza packed up in the back of that ‘Rari

Bimpin

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