all songs produced by @yakbo
artwork by kate rowe
mixed & mastered by beenz
©2025 corlos orb

carlos

~(music video out now)~ https://youtube.com/watch?v=lRu2XSinQVE&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE

lyrics-

i took another dub 
and then im smoking peanut butter pack
they seein how i’m comin up
they stressin out, and cuttin back
i smack him for his gabagool
and he ain’t get the numbers back
run him for the secret stash,
cuz i know he be keeping that
i fuck her once, aint coming back,
but you want her to call you back
i went to stupid school,
and i still, be on top of that
can’t see a mirror view, 
when i’m zoomin’, i’m drivin past
i blasted, made it thru,
selling food, in retarded class
who the fuck is you? you a fool, 
who work at market basket
couldn’t see me with a bird view
and the prada glasses
got that skudusku, put em two,
inna body bag 
its happening to you
unless you do
what we gotta ask

listen to the saxophone, 
pretty biddy didn’t even needa axe to bone
only 2 beers down, 
motherfucker had to smash my phone
i wish i had’ve known,
fuck gunz, i’ll slash a throat 
it was wrote in blood, till i tore the whole scroll
every time i kill a beat, i stuff it with great quotes
amateurs, take notes, it add to the bankroll
laughing to the bank cuz i just smoked an eighth, bro
old fool owe, told ‘em cough up the peso
the money you count on bought a coffee and bueno
drop bombs where i walk, i shatter the NATO
fuck a drill beat, it means more when you say what you say slow,
let the beat go

let the beat do what the beat do,
and i just got a cooling kit so i can keep the heat cool

looking straight thru ‘em like a empty 40 bottle of
OE, 
oh my, oh me, 
he said he wrote the book 
but he aint studied it closely,
it smoke for thirty minutes
i ain’t smoking it slowly
he tole us he the shit 
but he was whippin with no speed
he inna honda civic i was whippin the four speed
grubbing mcchickens
and i ordered the four piece
szechuan, four please
overdose on fake percs
watching rick and morty
i got so damn high 
forgot about my shorty,
but she used to prostitute 
so i can hit for 40
she know me 
so its cool 
so i hit that bitch for free
pussy boy doesn’t know me
unless you owe me
don’t give a fuck about you
you can tell your whole team
i was stressin’ bout 100 thou,
you stress on $40
had to put em inna ground
dat boi annoying 
don’t say you got the shit, 
boy you gotta show me
hit his mom on the phone if i’m feeling lonely
she prefer i hit it slow so i hit it sultry
i feel just like i’m chief so cuz i’m so tree

…keep the heat cool

peanutbutterpack

lyrics-

bought a pint to pour up
purple color soda 
i got me a 50 cal
hit him in the shoulder
white range rover 
put it thru the motions 
when i hit that corner had it floating like a vulture 
bullets inna sofa, i was overdosin
since i got this ice on, i got overfrozen
hop out of a benz truck, i was overshowin
pull up innat trench coat, i was overcoatin

shorty on my meat she eat meat like a vulture
she did it for the vine my bitches did it for the culture
when he saw the handgun had him sturdy like a soldier
shorty double time me i still hit it for the closure 
im the same from the old days, just older
wakin’ ‘em up, take a lil hit off folgers 
smoking onnat stanky pack tell from the odor
i aint tryna lie, u do the most, and i cant hold ya

don’t know ya? but pay what you owe me?
ya owe me? the 40?
the 40 i let yo ass hold when you lonely?
you down, on yo dick, but u under my forgis?
rappers ain’t have shit but flex like they own it? 

bought a pint to pour up
purple color soda 
i got me a 50 cal
hit him in the shoulder
white range rover 
put it thru the motions 
when i hit that corner had it floating like a vulture 
bullets inna sofa, i was overdosin
since i got this ice on, i was overfrozen
hop out of a benz truck, i was overshowin
pull up innat trench coat, i was overcoatin

overcoat, on my body, i got drip drip drop
stackin all my money up until them bitches tiptop
everything i ever did i did it cuz it’s hip hop
i aint hip to where her tongue has been, i ain’ gon’ liplock 
matter fact, send a pair of tiddies over airdrop 
put mushies in the chocolates, that something im trippin on
try to keep a happy thought, that’s what you’ll be grinnin on
tomorrow never promised so you better getcha livin on that’s what i be grinning on 
 
bought a pint to pour up
purple color soda 
i got me a 50 cal
hit him in the shoulder
white range rover 
put it thru the motions 
when i hit that corner had it floating like a vulture 
bullets inna sofa, i was overdosin
since i got this ice on, i was overfrozen
hop out of a benz truck, i was overshowin
pull up innat trench coat, i was overcoatin

bow! (laughs)

grinning

lyrics-

huh? 
i can’t hear ya
fuck her with my fingers i feel like a puppeteerer
cant see me in the mirror, uh uh
smokin onnat stanky pack, that purple green mixture
 
remember, write it down
aint give a fuck you took a picture
you hatin, but its cool, cuz i’m only gettin richer
if it ain’t me, know my homies come and getcha,
hit ‘em with a switchblade, press a switch and they would stick ya
them my ride or dies, 
came from the gang ‘n be slangin them pies
eye on the prize till the days ima die
be spittin the heat till i’m burnin’ alive
on top of a hill, still try to get by
ima hit it and leave without say’n goodbye 
ain’t hittin it twice cuz i’m a one of a kind
put my dick in her face now she totally blind

i turn her around annen hit from behind
ain’t ask her to pay, but her card was declined
smokin a blunt that could reach to the sky
get head on the road but i aint drive
trip offa shroom but i will be fine
taking my life one O at a time
shorty was stressed tryna get in my mind
i aint gonna stress, sent that hoe to the side, ayy

she aint get the time of day,
im with the goons, we lookin’ for loot, so we gonna ride today
you gonna, you gonna what? you gonna die today
this what we do, takin’ money ‘n shoes, then we gonna fly away

huh? 
i can’t hear ya
fuck her with my fingers i feel like a puppeteerer
cant see me in the mirror, uh uh 
smokin onnat stanky pack, that purple green mixture 

this song was stuck inside my head, i brought it to existence 
he hatin on me cuz i rap about the shit i diddid
ever since a lil one, i was called a prollem kid
aint been givin fucks, bitch i break hearts like promises
smoking dopey under the fire alarm and i set off some shit
i been high as fuck, boy, it’s mushrooms in them chocolates 
80 dollar eighths how much he got em? prolly stocking mids
regardless, we’a rob him, cuz you know we onnat goblin shit 
survival of the littest, boy, i be onnat darwin shit
can’t afford to doubt yourself, you broke? then set accomplishments 
point to my brain, when they say, “what the prollem is?”
they think i said my hair, they cut it off, i gotta start again
and i ain’t smoking on nobody dead, i ain’t sparkin’ mids
 
huh? 
i can’t hear ya
fuck her with my fingers i feel like a puppeteerer
cant see me in the mirror, uh uh
smokin onnat stanky pack, that purple green mixture

can’t hear ya

two intergalactic supergeniuses team up to discuss politics… 

lyrics-

[verse 1: beenz]
cant run, b****, give up ya goods quick
its me ‘n BNG, we both on track to make it lit
but we still got time, to hit a quick lick
give fatboi da money and da keys to yo whip
cuz we tryna find a way to the keys and the bricks,
ain’t working for us, you be sleeping with fish. 
you’ll be feedin the fish, i be pleading the fifth
you cant take it back to us cuz we was demons at rip 
drinkin’ blunts and smokin’ 40s i been sippin smoke 
you think you cool, you do too much, i’m known to do the most
i pull up inna phantom all you p****s going ghost 
my nina meet his heater, his s*** fake i watch him froze 
put him inna ground, how he escape with broken bones? 
i whip him with my belt, i’m witherspoon dr. jones
turn him to a burger but the beef got cold
every bar out my mind is a ounce of gold
get head, in cars, she thick, minaj, 
she want minaje tua 
f*** with hoes, she took a load, and stored it for tomorrow
they ask him how he doin, 
i make a killing but that’s so far 
they think its real till colors show
how you know who fake and not 
my favorite color green, i grab my brush and paint a knot
manifest yo destiny even when they try to stop
i hit a lick and run the s*** i got up to the top
bro was like my homie till i found out he owe mah
next time that i see his a** i’m blowing up his block
i told the h** she gross, she still believe the she ain’t a thot
call me microsoft, i only play my ex for box
this s*** is a sport, i’m bouta f*** her in my crocs
the smoke, it got me high, i bring the fire to the function 
if i aint burn alive i’ll prolly die on some dumb s***

[verse 2: fatboi bng]
yeah, 
i’ll prolly die on some numb s***,
chokin’ on pills just tryna feel something,
tryna chase mills, cuz my mind wants some things, 
eatin’ good meals, i was done with funyuns
chop out the bong, like my name paul bunyan,
way too high, now i can’t feel nothing

[chorus: beenz] 
i don’t open doors for no w*****
i’m all about a W of course
he be startin’ rumors with no source,
i f*** your wife and settle the divorce

[verse 3: fatboi bng]
i’m tryna bring the old rap back,
like when them mother******* used to wear the snapback,
i need a h***, kinda skinny with her ass fat,
can’t trust her if i met her off snapchat,
hit her up, link her one time, smash that,
somebody’s daughter on my d***, 
i’m bout to pass that!
just like a blunt, i smoke her out and then ash that
i’m in the future, but i had to bring the past back
all these new rappers signing them deals but don’t own they masters,
selling the pills for bills, might live faster
i tell stories that feels the chills like jack frost
off white hat, rep the virgil mascot
two white h*** claim they virgins, back off
i be f***ing b****es, like b**** don’t make me jack off
buss in her mouth, and i give out backshots 
ooh s***, yeah, that b**** smoke crack rock

[chorus: beenz] 

[verse 4: beenz & fatboi bng]
[beenz]
big beenz, hopping back onna beat 
id prolly kill ya brother with the strap under my seat
kill em for sum’ pretty like taxin for weed
post office closin’ need a pack shipped by three

[fatboi bng]
yeah, i need a pack shipped by three
if you need that s***, better stop acting to me
cuz i’m with my b****, and she relaxing with me
you don’t want no smoke, you don’t want action from beenz
they don’t want no smoke, we put they a** in a choke
no, we ain’t no joke, we smoke the gas in the jeep
all my minions woke, just like adlibs from yeat
i don’t need no hope, i just imagine the beat 
everybody know i’m bng, and my phone on dnd, ain’t nobody gotta know
can’t no one sound like me, nobody ship pounds like me, they afraid if the snow
make money with my homies, on the low flip pounds for cheap, you prolly smokin’ what i grow
my greenhouse 5-0-free, no, i didn’t say 503, just makin’ sure you know

the doors ft. fatboi bng

lyrics- 

hit him so fast that his red blood
was still blue, where ya homies at? 
lil boy this ain’t no blue clues 
ima crazy M-F, 
knock’n on ya door wit’ that doom-doom

ten toes down, 
motherfucker in my two shoes
i got giseppi on 
boy you got that tutu
i be smoking onnat purple pack, you smokin onnat poopoo
cut his head off 
that mf count dooku
ride with a toolie, i call her medusa
turn him to stone then i send him to buddha 
i ain’t even surf but call me kahuna
call me dat boi cuz i come wit bazookaz
ain’t inna gang but i came up with shootas
i gotta genie, i’m pick-pick choosin’ 
run outta wishes then we gotta do him
put up onna shelf with the rest of the losers
i’m playin, forreal, cuz they had to move ‘em
put him on ice, he up inna cooler
worst you could do is fuck up a feature
pull up to you and i ruin yo future
took him to school like i was the tutor
i gotta mop so we sweep up and broom him
call me sadam cuz i am the bomb
and the beat is osama it’s boomin, 
jus hit a lick, so i’m doin’ my dance, 
and i can’t millie rock but i’m groovin’
the look in her eyes, 
she see my rhymes, my style,
the way that i’m movin’
respected the fact that she got her a man
but if i was you i would lose her
i wasn’t put here to tell a lil boy
what he should do and how he should do it,

where shorty clothes at?
lookin for the smoke, boy
tell me where the dope at
he was ridin dolo plus a homie,
i get ‘em both whacked
he ain’t even smoking good good,
i sold him old crack
leave it to yo OGs, 
you could get yo folks smacked
if sosa aint da goat to you, 
you trippin off dat coke sack
drippin innat glo,
from my head to my toetag
seen him thru the scope, oohhh,,,
i could smoke him so fast
potato onna barrel, muzzle
aint even got no flash
his brains on top his homie shirt,
it’s leaking out its so messy
hit a hole in one, 
but this ain’t golf cuz i’m messi
i’m fuckin with this beat
cuz it knock-knock wit that melody

she said she suck’a soul, 
but her headtop was so bad,
feel so bad, for the last mf
who got to know dat
where she learn to suck it from?
maybe she should go back
shorty got a diaper booty, 
ima call her pissy pamper hoe
pull tracks out with backshots, 
and pass to chrysanthemum 
ridin’ innat verty whip 
it’s raining when the roof is gone
smoking dope all night 
to roll up at the crack of dawn
mitchell got his cracka on
like he got his crackhead on
you can catch him smoking rocky
in the wind without a jacket on
mans always cold
even when he got that ratchet on
pull up innat spaceship, 
we interplanetary, hoe!
get my dick sucked by aliens
i got 5th dimension plasma dome, ayy

(where shorty clothes at?)
(lookin’ for the smoke, boy, 
tell me where the dope at, BOW)

5th dimension

lyrics-

llamas, martyr’s mommas cryin out and tryna stop the man
smokin pot with wacka flocka, i diddy bopp with glock in hand
they salty cuz i’m smarter, i ball harder than vince carter can
his face on top a shirt, i cop his merch--its outta stock again
don’t gotta check the news it’s known to you that we a topic fam
ain’t careful, lose your shoes, you gon f*** around not walk again
put lean on peanut butter now i’m trippin off that wocky jam
it ain’t workin’ out, i call a sheepish h** lil toxic lamb
had me sectioned inna second, was caught up in psychotic jams
can’t believe my family did that to me bouta cut off the fam
i killed his father, i killed his mother, his insurance gotta family plan
took a second for a breather, take a minute to smoke out the pots and pans
i could smoke for 100-sum hours if i had that many grams
tryna stack 100,000 dollars but i can’t count my bands
i wonder if they play’n music -get it?- cuz all this called a band
where you see yourself inside the future?—oh, i got many plans

im in too deep, tryna drown innat cookie
over the line on the limit, they pushed me
smokin that georgia, i flame up the bushes
im in her kidneys and liver and gizzard
i’m in the trizzy get buzy with lizzie
i use a skizzy to weigh up the wizzy 
spin onna d*** and it’s makin’ me dizzy
she workin that magic like i am a wizard

the wizard

(prod. Reasy Beats)
lyrics-

smoke loud pack under the citgo sign
it’s 9:30AM on that beantown time
i aint feel like eating pussy, said i got no time
i’m at the top, skyscrape,  
i could jump off and fly
and im gon smoke two blunts
cuz i can’t get too high
even if i tried, id prolly smoke nd be fine
im more worried bout the powder that do shit to my mind 
but i’m gon get some more, 
im at the front of the line
i’m with your new girlfriend, 
she gon cut up my lines
i said “you wanna do lines?”
like that’s my favorite line, okay

ima fuck this chick, this russian bitch that’s on my dick right now
she bendin’ it over for dick, i’m off the shits but not tryn trip right now 
spitting it quick to the booth, she spit on my dick and puttin’ that dick in her mouth
this shit ain’t even that good, i used to be trippin but then it wore off already
i’m getting more lit inna minute but took her and flipped her cuz she wanted dick already
i said that i’m happy to oblige, she wanted a ride, i ain’t disappointing the bitch 
she actually kinda get freaky, she wanna make tiltoks, i made porn with a bitch 
and right as i get to finish, she finish with tip-top, had fun with the bitch 

yeeeaaaahhh, i been working on that album, 
they ain’t see me around as much, cuz i been grinding, 
and grounding, into the ground, that’s where a opp go, 
the bag on top his head, it came from costco 
his body gon dissolve in the dirt, one with the cosmos
i introduce medusa to dusa, and made a quatro 

i been shooting like an arrow, put him om the straight and narrow, 
i don’t got beef with tristan barrow, y’all be instigating weirdos 
cut the rumors, i ain’t hear those
listen to ‘em with my ears closed
im on my own damn thing, this what i bring
all the bitches like my raps, and when i sing
a king is back, dressed in black, that’s how i be
i been with the girl, with pearl earrings
already had her, issa wrap, a past-tense fling, yuh

smoke loud pack under the citgo sign
it’s 9:30AM on that beantown time
i aint feel like eating pussy, said i got no time
i’m at the top, skyscrape,  
i could jump off and fly
and im gon smoke two blunts
cuz i can’t get too high
even if i tried, id prolly smoke nd be fine
im more worried bout the powder that do shit to my mind 
but i’m gon get some more, 
at the front of the line
i’m with your new girlfriend, 
she gon cut up my lines
said, “you wanna do lines?”
like that’s my favorite line, okay

bean town (citgo sign)

(prod. LethalNeedle)
lyrics-

[intro: noa chrysanthemum akers]
you’re so cute

[verse 1: jinx] 
he loves the grave yards, yeah, he loves the ghosts 
find me smoking on a blunt posted up by the coast
when I try to think bout somebody doin the most 
nah there ain’t nobody like me and i don’t mean to boast 

i’m posting feels like all y’all do 
i feel like breaking this streak, might end up on the fuckin’ news 
who would’ve knew 
who would’ve knew?
I’d end up so broken tryna look for some, something new 
step in my shoes, and all you’ll see
trauma, struggle, hard times, 
now what the fuck’s your excuse
all this bullshit never stopping someone like me 
all the good shit in ur life, what hells stopping you 

like glue to shit, man I’m too good to quit
no, you can’t match my wit 
come find me, I’m off the grid 
i ain’t a gangster but i got the iron, billy the kid
and how the fuck you gonna find me if i like staying hid
i’m thinking of selling my soul to the highest bidder 
when i start making this money don’t you go get bitter 
find the good in the bad like a twisted transistor 
i’m a black sheep, i’m the runt of the mufuckin’ litter 
already told you,, 

yeah i’m doin the most,
nah, it ain’t nobody like me, 
man, i don’t mean to boast
yeah i’m smokin on a blunt
and posted up by the ghosts,
(BOP)
doin’ the most

[verse 2: beenz]
dead of night, i break into ya house and bust ya door in
if you ain’t gotta nun nice to say then shut the door bitch
flippin packs up out the school, im passing 
 courses
my boys spittin real game you spittin’ nun but whore shit
they tryna get into it, i tole’um ta hold they horses 
stackin’ up the bodies, uh- issa mountain of corpses
if i made ‘em feel some type of way, mission accomplished 
my homies makin’ shit that’s unfinished, we better than your shit

i hit ‘em with that voodoo jinx, 
they feelin’ sick about it,
quick, gotta sprint to the sink,
but not to drink up out it
tf wrong with manslaughter?
it’s like they disallowed it 
gotta go, got nowhere to go,
no time to think about it
hop in my spaceship, 
glide to my dayshift
i been writing rhymes all day, 
tryna create shit
woke up, ima god today, alanis morissette 
rappin onna shoestring budget, i flex my talent
cappin that he better than me, ain’t got a album
he ain’t got no songs out, maybe he wilin 
i been splitting mushroom bars with the homies, 
you put yourself inna bar with some homos
why you set the bar so low? reach for the stars
all i ever wanted from life— to spit bars
i was never concerned with the money or the cars
chiefin’ smoke with chief so, i’m smoking with a star
driving real far with a cigar in the car
all i ever needed was a bitch that play guitar 
you want beef? get in line, i’ll be at the registrar 
i, (pbbt) can’t, (pbbt) hear what you say, 
you must be at rock bottom, i was top of the bay
you can hear the bed rockin’, im on top of your bae
shit won’t ever stop— until im top of the rank 
blind to the bullshit like i’m anne frank 
or i’m helen keler ima kill ‘em either way, 
(BOP-BOP-BOP-BOP-BOP)
to ya god damn brain
stole ya shit, hit a stain, left a stain on the pave
chop his damn body up, so heon gotta grave
cradle to the grave, he was always bitchmade
cradle to the grave, he was always bitchmade
i said cradle to the grave, the boi was bitchmade,…. BOP

to the grave ft. jinx

(prod. Introvert) 
lyrics- 

you couldn’t make this up with AI,
i’m yay high, out up in space, 
and i’m eatin steak fries
i say hi, but they come and go, i ain’t get to say bye 
the wayside, that’s where you left me, i’m going statewide 
i’m stateside, but only for now, cuz that’s a baseline
i’m booted, cuz i superglued it right to my waistline
end 8 lives, and no call of duty i call in K9’s
i’m way shy, don’t like ridin’ dolo, i let the K ride
and they died, rewrite your bar, you wrote a sweet line
now way i, can make it to there, or read the street signs
we meet, slide to the cookie, be via G slide 
to mic: i spit on you until i’m senile 
no beef, but you act a p**sy like you was feline  
no beeline, but b***hes lined up and around my treehouse 
heat seek me, she like a rat for cheddar cheese now,
you see how, they cry me a river when they in denial

now meanwhile, we tossin up b***hes, i just took three out
you see now, leeches, mosquitoes, they eatin’ free now (x2)

i spit the truth, you only make lies
they’re fake eyes, stare in the face of many fake guys, 
like hey guys, you took a seat in the back of beenz mind
try to keep yo arms and your legs inside of the ride, 
on your left, a couple mfs that i left behind
still be nice, to me and your neighbor, or we don’t see eyes
to i: i dedicate the final byline, 
the finite, read the fine print, it’s in them highlights
the skylight, i let it open, i’m over sunshine 
the skyline, the sky dark gray in broad daylight 
the grapevine had told me a lie cuz you is benign 
i define, you as a p***y, must be by design
had three five, but i broke it down, i’m smokin shake now,
no take out, but we eatin p***y up at the lakehouse
no fade out, i burn away, do what they can’t now 
on the way out, i’m gettin’ zooted like every day now 
no fake out, stopped blowin bubbles i pop a K now
dont freak out, sip on a coffee or cappuccino 
or stay out, you in my way get pushed away now
you changed up, actin’ so strange, and you can’t explain how
i stay out, midnight thinkin, i’m wide awake now 
no feign now, can’t fake like i give a f**k, that s**t played out
i’ll take down you get ya money it’s called a shakedown
how it played out? i brought pipe and you got a blade out

you couldn’t make this up with AI,
i’m yay high, out up in space, 
and i’m eatin steak fries
i say hi, but they come and go, i ain’t get to say bye 
the wayside, that’s where you left me, i’m going statewide 
i’m stateside, but only for now, cuz that’s a baseline
i’m booted, cuz i superglued it right to my waistline
end 8 lives, and no call of duty i call in K9’s
i’m way shy, don’t like ridin’ dolo, i let the K ride

look alive

2016

(prod. the 45 king) [rip]
lyrics-

i'm back from before, and i ain't changed,
it's your perception of me that ain't the same
my rhymes getting better by every day,
and i'm on my way to getting paid
two b****** in the kitchen suck my chicken bolognese
both my balls real tired, i been balling all day
and i don't give two f**** what your a** gotta say
f*** the conversate, i'd rather have the cake now
in the morning wake and bake then take your s*** it's called a shakedown
i ain't wait for s***, i'm late to break up the breakdown
i made a greatest hits, my latest s*** will make a great sound
they really tried to hold me in place, so i made a way out
so stay 'round, i'll get you in where you can't hang out
"no meat!" a leech hit my line up like every day now
don't play round, cuz these crazy b****** know how to get down
a freak! she'd sniff out a geek, she like a greyhound 
no playground, but she up and down, she married, go round
no casino, i'm playin the game like i am BMO
and she blow, she suck my peeto, i'm counting c-notes
roll burritos that's damn near the size of dan devito
and we know, i f***** the sister of ben shapiro just for b-roll
now everybody tell me how i'm a hero
we roll, i'm off of acid, no amino
i can tell you wanna ball, always tryna start something
stop fronting, that lil scheme ain't gon work, i saw through it
everything i ever had, y'all always need a part of it
glass house, how i'm slanging these rocks in broad public
ima lock it down, then mix it up once i've outdone it
put your hands down, lil a** boy you ain't stoppin' nun
one hand on my money, the other on that drum
ima put you in a box, now your block showing love
and that fitted 59fifty fit me like a glove..... b****!

ima hit you with that s*** so you can really feel some pain,
you gon die like a dog, lil b**** no great dane
plain jane had a private jet until she crashed the plane,
but i ain't make it out cuz i was sipping champagne
they found me in the crash, untouched, smoking strains,
moral of the story p**** boy stay in your lane
unless you tryna end up on the news and in a grave, 
i can get it arranged so we all forget your name

shakedown

huge thanks to @fatboibng
(prod. 9th wonder)
lyrics-

(((how can it be? 
she wrote her number down, it's here in front of me
... don't understand, 
she must have told me a lie,
i wonder why?)))

[verse 1: beenz]
i ain't a d***, i'm a thief in the night, i keep a strap
check your fax, this ain't nothing in stone, my words on wax
i can't hold you baby, you hold me back, believe that 
this ain't no fabrication, they say i'm based, so face facts
face down on the pavement, brace for impact
the king back, with a spoonful of gold, no king bach (just a spoonful)
i ain't pass this s***, mf, i'm ashing
matter of fact, go find some roaches 'fore you even start askin'
i guess that she had told me a lie, i wonder why?
babe i thought that me and you had a vibe, it felt alright,
the future bright, until you severed the wire and cut the light
and i'll be fine, i just thought it'd be nice if you was mine
she met a guy, and i met a lady who wasn't shy
we dip the driveway, hop on the road and that foreign fly
i only drive when i'm high, the homies won't tell a lie,
i would drive into the sky if these anchors ain't keep me tied
i got ten ton boots, they gon' keep me fortified
i'm notarized, i'd tell a story that'd horrify
all i got is my c***, my pride, and a 3.5
'round here it's ride or die mf so look alive

[verse 2: fatboi bng]
look alive, unless you just died
got some ray pack up in the blunt, i might slide
yeah, for my brother i'm finna ride
if a opp run that 9 millimeter could fly
yeah, it's a running back in time
bro tryna get his bro right back like he McFly
this a freestyle, i'm way too high,
yeah i need to just smoke for the vibe
yeah, lil b**** don't talk, don't ruin my high
when the tables turn, i'm outside
a-all of my straps done came with extensions
i tote the smitty but i don't got wesson
if i wanna test the strap i go test it
we running, renting rentals, know the opps stressin'
running down south street, i go catch him
yuh, channel 7 for attention
spent too much time in detention, yeah
and i ain't even learn a lesson
i'm still outside, i'm steppin' out, i got my bape still
hit up louie baby momma, see you later
child support coming up next month, could you pay up?
yeah, ray been balling like a laker
(((don't understand ... )))
(ray been balling like a laker)
((( ... she must have told me a lie)))
i don't understand (what?)
how i got these bands
IRS reachin' out, it landed in my hand
don't give a f***, b****, cuz i'm off that xan
i'm stealing s***, do it just because i can
at court, yeah i'm lying on that stand,
don't f*** with no police man
tables turn, now look where the f*** i am
turntables spin benji jams

[verse 3: beenz]
come spin, baby, spin on my turntable, no record player
henny got me spinning, i sip more, now all better
scratch my words in wax while stoned, like rosetta
h**s remember when they cold who they cuddled in november
the cold weather make you wish for the times we hot, sweaty
i bop betty but you ain't heard it from me, i did not say it
y'all hating gon' have egg on your face, you caucasians
y'all raisins, like some shriveled up grapes in a box, scrape it
ima spin, baby, spin on your block like a killcam
YY cancel, i'm ladder stalling your whole clan
throw hands, got reservations for no man
fit of rage, how these pillbillys acting with no xans
(coughs)
i smoked a quarter of the grossest and a half of that nasty,
'fore i even noticed half my a** was inside a casket
a new beast, different b******, i'll still bash in your skull
that boy just rapping out his a**, he mad i rap from my soul
that boy ain't getting no respect, he hate from his head to his toe,
imaginary operators always calling my phone
your former friends ain't gon' be fans if they had heard what you told,
you'se a fool and a h**, i'm laughing watching you fold
i guess that he had turned to a b****, i wonder why?
cuz he found out that he was just juni and i'm the guy
(i'm the guy, mf, 
so look alive mf, 
unless you just died, mf)

turntablesz ft. fatboi bng

(produced by alex banks & jason hurren)
lyrics-

shoutout lil wayne.
(((soul makin', sound shakin', earth quakin' ... change)))
got the earth shakin' under my feet, and i can't sleep
i'm bouta freeze, the TV just told me it's nine degrees
i'm cold breezing thru the city with snow blanketing its street
i find it crazy m***********s out in that can fall asleep
i was up 'til four, i can't sleep without a four
got my shoe from new balance and my sandwich frrom ybor
i needed more, so i hit a lick and picked up double score
800 billion for the war, only 3 to feed the poor
in a race to my fate, get the pedal to the floor 
get the f*** up out my face,
if you ain't a window, you a door, boy
yeah, go get that door boy 
thank the battle bus driver, shoutout to your bussboy
hit her from the back, slow strokin', ima buss more
it's beenz baby!
put me on the top of mt. rushmore 
(((change)))
it's beenz!
i don't need a glock, what the f*** for?
it's beenz!
he wasn't dead, i circled back and shot more
it's beenz!
went back to new york city just to shop more,
it's beenz baby!
(((i'm givin' it to ya)))
if i give it to ya, you gon' want more

if you can't fill that prescription, you gotta die
and if you fit the description, then it's your time
put your keys to ignition and find your drive
and you ain't died, m***********, so your a** should look alive, boi
(((change)))

(prod. kingpinjorge781)

shoutout @xsinnnerx

devilshyt ft. jinx

(prod. 15swagg & beenz)

lyrics-
i just copped a bag, and dropped it on a bag
told that b**** to hold the phone when i'm cheffing up with swagg
i just copped a jag, it move so fast
told that h** that ion fwu and cruise right past
ballin, terry crews, top billing on the cast
all i see is mula when i look into the sack, aye
shoutout to my jeweler, i got jewels in my chain,
32 degrees, i would freeze if it rain,
you could see that i might have diseases of the brain,
cuz even hitting veins with a needle ease no pain
i got b****es on my iphone, b****es on the plane
i got b****es just for f***ing raw and a couple ones as mains
i got a 40, twenty fours and a .4 on my shelf,
i'll go to war with myself, i've made a w***e of myself
just spent 4 on a belt, now my foreign need a belt
.....now my foreign need a belt
aye, strapped like a d**e, let me tell you bout my life:
traded in my switchblade, and i got a pipe
i can tell you're b****made, i see it in your eye
told a goofy boy "go get your life back" if you tryna fight

rolling up some bud, i ain't f***ing with no scrub,
spinning off of molly, pop shuv it like a thug
said "lil b****, i ain't the one" when she told me she in love
ion even leave a glove, catch a body and a dub, ayo--
rolling up some bud, i ain't f***ing with no scrub,
spinning off of molly, pop shuv it like a thug
said "lil b****, i ain't the one" when she told me she in love
ion even leave a glove, catch a body and a dub

my life [prod. 15swagg & beenz]

on my lid (ft. fatboi bng & unbrady)

rollin on

tannenbaum

like this

you, you !

back bay

rare (ft. armada reckless)

rocketfuel

rise !

carlos by beenz
all songs produced by @yakbo
artwork by danielle m
©2025 corlos orb
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
1. rise !
2. rocketfuel
3. rare (feat. armada reckless)
4. back bay
5. you, you !
6. like this
7. tannenbaum
8. ivory
9. rose bowl
10. rollin on
11. on my lid (feat. fatboi bng & unbrady)
12. a1

carlos (full)

🚫🚶‍♂️ you can’t walk a mile 
in the size that i step 🙅‍♂️👟

🤕 i just broke my thigh 🍖
💸 cuz i'm running up my checks 🏃‍♂️

beenz | @big.beenz

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