Lyrics:

Chain around my neck
Not my neck on my ex's neck
Grand in my pocket,
Not my pocket on my blank check,
60 minute wait for the bus cuz the driver's meds
All about time, time is money got no time to rest

Bass is boosting through my phone's right speaker set,
Cracks on my screen map of fucking Budapest,
Get the fuck away from me you're a fucking pest,
Got no money in my pocket I'm an Anti-Flex,

Fireball in my blood,
But it's fucking apple juice,
40k on my rims,
It ain't cash it's dirt on my shoes,
50k to write my shit, cuz I'm mathematic bitch,
You can call me Marty McFly cuz I got no time for your shit.

Found your Instagram posts and double-tapped from 2015,
Then I drove so fast my eyes couldn't see the reads you left for me,
I'm a fucking baller bruh,
I play the fucking flute cuz I know I'm a baller bruh,
Fuck you and the haters bruh,

On the down low, cash on the down low,
My computer crashed because of my downloads,
Of my shit yeah you play it in the dark,
Cuz you talking shit to me but you know I make the mark bruh.

Stop 994 (Anti-Flex)

Lyrics:

Chorus:
I don’t want to try to think about you, 
Cuz when you run around town there’s nothing I can do,
Tryna find ways to walk up to you, 
But I don’t know what to say, 
So I lose all control and
I don’t want to keep this up gotta say something
You’re still on my mind, 
Still think of nothing,
Starstruck, and you ain’t even famous,
Still I gotta say something.

Verse:
My time,
Wasting my time, and I’m
So shy, 
No this ain’t a lie, cuz you’re
So fine, 
You got me in a trance and I
Don’t know what to say but I know what I’m thinking,
Alright,
I’m not alright, cuz my
Chest’s tight,
Cannot see the light, yet I
Walk fast,
Tryna keep up with you,
Speeding on the freeway still I’m tryna keep passing you.

Bridge:
Chilling on the road
I still keep wanting more,
I still believe I have a chance if I just pressure more,
But it’s all in vain if I can’t move my lips now,
I just need to say something.

Chorus:
I don’t want to try to think about you, 
Cuz when you run around town there’s nothing I can do,
Tryna find ways to walk up to you, 
But I don’t know what to say, 
So I lose all control and
I don’t want to keep this up gotta say something
You’re still on my mind, 
Still think of nothing,
Starstruck, and you ain’t even famous,
Still I gotta say something.

Starstruck

Felt like a menace idk just might go speeding later

Lyrics:
Jump in the back, cutting no slack, 
All the hoes fucking with the shit that I pack, 
All the damn day, smoke like haze, 
Burnout on the pavement never gone fade, 
Bitch I got racks, and I got stacks, 
Never joke about all this cash don’t act, 
Nicotine patch on my arm
Like the way it feels when I race in the dawn,
Rush to the west, cruise in the east,
Fake motherfuckers always hide from the heat,
All the fuckboys hate the tracks that I drop, 
Stacks on my payroll put it on lock,
Cold blooded jap right behind this hood,
Make no face when I smoke that wood,
Make no face when I swig on the liquor,
Make no face when I speed lights flicker,
Never make a face when I silence your man,
Beat his ass up leave his chain in the sand,
Fucking with the Porsche 911 is the plan,
Hitting up the pass as I’m high on the xan,
Getting home late 4.30 A.M,
Lights go out as I die, the end.

Akira Nakai

The bass actually exists on this track now lolz

Verse 1:
Pressing on the gas hold tight as I drive down slow in my threshold
diamonds on your earpiece,
Sold my chain cuz I needed it for parts, sold my chain cuz I had to play the part, 
Driving in my teggy, got a bitch just met me, 
Fuckers on the road wanna wanna fucking scrap me, 
But I ain’t scraps I’m the whole fucking meal 
I’m not scraps I’m a menace when I wanna be real, 
Lifted yota on my mind, I ain’t running out of time, 
Imma cut you off if you stepping outta line, 
All you act like you know me, I don’t even know me, 
I don’t trust nobody cuz I don’t even trust myself 
So I’m fucking up the road in my whip, 
Fucking up the road in my motherfucking whip, 
Got a slip in my drip, you can’t make my shit, 
Tryna get you stupid motherfuckers off my dick.

Chorus:
All you done was take up my time, 
All you motherfuckers tryna play me, 
Yeah, tryna take all my money ideas no fucking around, 
Never been one for relationships
Never fucked around town with a bad bitch,
Never showed up till my laneswitch,
Never helped me out when I was in the shit,
All you done was take up my time, 
Never was there till the sunrise with me, 
Always leaving me leaving me when all this shit getting tough, 
And I mean it when I say I’m done with you, 
And I mean it when I say I’m over you,
Seeking for the clout well fuck you too,
I’m not a fool that is fucking with you.

Verse 2:
Tryna peep on my shit on the down low,
Followed me a couple days still a no show,
Counting money in the whip what a phony boy,
Cuz it’s all your homies singles from the club boy,
I just made this just for fun and got more plays,
You take it serious and get them crickets everyday,
Cuz your shit don’t hit like my hook boy,
Maybe stick to using vaseline and lube boy,
Second verse I don’t need a fucking feature,
Bass boosting everyday give you seizures, 
Came a long way from bus and my bicycle,
Now I’m in my crib working in an icicle,
Got your fist out,
Broke your wrist now,
Try to throw some vibes out and broke your heart now,
I’ll be better one day when I cash out,
Til then I won’t focus on a bitch now.

Chorus:
All you done was take up my time, 
All you motherfuckers tryna play me, 
Yeah, tryna take all my money ideas no fucking around, 
Never been one for relationships
Never fucked around town with a bad bitch,
Never showed up till my laneswitch,
Never helped me out when I was in the shit,
All you done was take up my time, 
Never was there till the sunrise with me, 
Always leaving me leaving me when all this shit getting tough, 
And I mean it when I say I’m done with you, 
And I mean it when I say I’m over you,
Seeking for the clout well fuck you too,
I’m not a fool that is fucking with you.

$lippy Drippy

Lyrics:

Chorus:
Follow me, 
Don’t fuck with me, 
Cuz I’m living in your bitch’s fantasy, 
All I see, 
Flexing on the screen, 
Booth living, fake chains not for me,

Chilling while the sun’s down
Fucking up your home ground,
Grinding everyday so one day I can wind down,
Listened to your shit, gave me full night of sleep, 
And I woke up in the morning with your main on my screen,

Verse:
Still,
That ain’t where my cash goes
Ain’t be fucking with the hoes
Fading on my free throws
I ain’t bout to spend more
But I put it down for a brand new coupe,
Driving to the east cuz I got no roof, 
I don’t fuck with rarris all my cars are right hand drive,
Radar on my dash and my main on the side, and we

Out until the sun’s up,
Yeah she got a D cup,
I need two hands for the task, still can’t pick one,
Speeding on the H1,
You don’t gotta hate none, 
Tryna make amends but my bands seem to make none,
Ain’t about percents cuz they tryna fucking press,
Get the fuck away if you ain’t with the rest

Chorus:
Follow me, 
Don’t fuck with me, 
Cuz I’m living in your bitch’s fantasy, 
All I see, 
Flexing on the screen, 
Booth living, fake chains not for me,

Chilling while the sun’s down
Fucking up your home ground,
Grinding everyday so one day I can wind down,
Listened to your shit, gave me full night of sleep, 
And I woke up in the morning with your main on my screen,
Like damn.

Percents

Remake of a track I made four years ago lmao

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everything posted here isn't meant to be taken too seriously xD

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