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

carlos

lyrics-

i had cancer of the mouth 
but they couldn’t take me out
when that boy walk up to me
had to pop him where it count
crumple to the couch,
or slumping up on the ground,
if that boy survive,
he gettin’ followed to his house

i’m high as fuck, you should come check the view
glide off tha mushrooms, floatin in the coupe
potato on the barrel, can’t hear what i shoot
cops is fully hip but can’t take me, no proof
i’m ready for whatever whenever you come thru
i got a gang full of gremlins, mu’fucker i’m one too
i put the pipe down and smack ‘em like one, two
found him on the ground, they packin him up too 
tables turn around, always set with trap soup
come to find out, i figured out without a clue

yeah, and it dont stop,
glock cocked, semi automatic, pointed to a cop 
pop, drop, stop, took his body to the shop
his arm got chopped off and tossed inna swamp, 

hopped out and got off
i bought a sawed off
i ain’t aiming for his head,
but it’d prolly fall off
i ain’t asking for the pussy
but don’t make the small talk
and i know that you ain’t whippin
gotta take the long walk
got a bitch in the bed 
with a mouth full of cock
buck up the beef,
boy that shit be old stock
ima fuck up the beat
cuz it cant yell stop
i was writing this down
while she climbed on top

and anybody can get it,
constantly be tweaking, 
no surprise when i go tripping
took a line to bitches,
i’m firin’ up the pistons
when the engine go, 
i’m liable to go driftin’
time spent thinking on the past just ain’t living, 
i ain’t going back even if i just missed it

i had cancer of the mouth 
but that couldn’t take me out
when that boy walk up to me
had to pop him where it count
crumple to the couch,
or slumping on the ground,
if that boy survive 
he gettin’ followed to his house

cancer

~(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)

lyrics-

big beenz onnat track forreal,
onna street, with the fiends, 
selling crack forreal
ion even needa tell the truth i cap forreal

lil bro you ly’n, can’t even rap forreal
they see me, they in heat, these bitches hoes forreal
if she bad, issa wrap, like baby come over here
i speak the truth, i keep it over clear, i’m the overseer
i keep ‘em sad, they hoes, jump off the pier
i know they mad, they broke, like broken heels
open foul, i catch em in open fields
thats that shit they hate to overhear 
that man be dickriding, he overcheer
now watch me switch lanes change over gears
i spark a blunt now and then smoke for years
this for my shorties tryna get over fears
i fingerfuck her like a puppeteer 
trippin off the bubblegussett,
ima cut ya like a musketeer 
you can’t try and tell me how i’m ‘posed to feel, i’m dozin’ here

dropping the top
with the wock in 
the cupholder, 
pul’t over in the parking lot.
caught me in the broad day,
october,
i was due for sum.
smoking big woods 
out the whip
don’t care ‘f it’s dark or not
spark up again
lit a blunt on the spot
cuz ion give a faaaaaa

big beenz made it back forreal,
on the street, with the fiends
serving crack forreal
ion even needa telll the truth i cap forreal
it’s problem causing, now
and they can try, but
they can’t stop demand

forreal - intro

(prod. Nikos)
lyrics-
 
(oh, no the chains! from my dreams!)
bro.... i am so f***in' high i don't know if i'm dreaming or not

[verse 1: fatboi BNG]
in my dreams i'm in knife fights, i always get cut but win
and by the time that i'm awake, it starts again
i catch a body with the blade, alarm begins
now it's time to start the day, committing sins
smoke the green 'til it's gray while you witnessing
and hit a lick, run away, get my fitness in
and count the days 'til they finna convict the kid,
cuz steven p was still awake when we flipped his lid
and i know where his momma stay and i'm interested,
not in her but promoting my businesses  
i'm B-N-G and you know i been with the s***,
since i was like eighth grade i been legit
damn, selling pack and i smoke dat
i take that b****, take her back, i broke dat,
damn, so i call the b**** brokeback,
because she couldn't afford clothes i had to hold that,
down......

[bridge: fatboi bng & beenz]
'til i'm wearing a crown and she wearing a gown,
they know what i'm talkin' about
(i got s*** to say, but i can't think about it)
when i'm smokin' a pound, damn,
this s*** made me knock out
(i got s*** to say, but i can't think about it)
when i'm smokin' a pound, yeah, 
made me wanna knock out 
(i got s*** to say, but i can't--)

[verse 2: beenz]
got lil white kids screamin' out gang,
had a four but no soda and so i poured up in tang
i'm in that 4 speed thang, switchin' lanes, 
b****es f***in' for change, 
feelin' strange, they ain't see me before today
you can catch him lackin' in a cafe and get him sprayed
chillin with my homies DOW jones and DOW james
i f*** a bitch in art class and she ain't catch my name,
it's the kid big beenz on a beat in a gang
all you b****es to blame, you lame, i'm playin' no games
i feel like lewry the ace, laflames, go hard in the paint
i'm grindin' just like it's skate 2, i got the gold chain
swimming in a b****, i made that h** sang
i got a new phone -- number two
b****es make that h** rang
she bringing her friends just like me,
i'm with the whole gang
all white '22 4runner, snow thing
child of the sun -- clothes glogang
shorty gave me brain, like she know things
finger**** her like a puppeteer, i know to pull strings.

dreams vs reality ft. fatboi bng

(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

like chop (chopped)

(prod. funkeemane)
lyrics-

(yop, yop)
i feel like i'm chop, (yop)
stick by my side in that box (glove box)
had to put my stick in her box, (ahh)
now my d*** in her jaw (in her jaw)
c****** on a stovetop in a pot (pot)
so stone cold, i keep it hot (with that fye)
assassinate a opp, get him dropped (bop)
got 24" spinners, and they don't stop (they never stop)

on the road with the map, or that kitchen cooking crack,
where your pole? wear your strap
i'm in your whip, f*** your bitch in the back,
if you rat like cheese ima get that mac-10, 
carlos go crazy on catnip
i'm rollin', i roll like a fat b****
i'm rollin', got rolls like a fat b****

i been big ballin' capital B
she wanna be with me, she like "please" (on her knees)
that's the type of b**** that i need,
the kind of b**** that like me for me 
whole c notes, capital C
i ain't pay my taxes since 2019
i put that work in, make it work for me,
i turn it turbo, basically
and i only smoke the best, h**
bulletproof face surgery no need to put no vest on
it's okay for you to feel upset, so go and grab your tec, bro
on my skatedeck, i skate past, i ain't even ride for technical

(yop, yop)
i feel like i'm chop, (yop)
stick by my side in that box
had to put my stick in her box,
now my d*** in her jaw
c****** on a stovetop in a pot
so stone cold, i keep it hot
assassinate a opp, get him dropped 
got 24" spinners, and they don't stop (they never stop)
(yop, yop)
i feel like i'm chop, (yop)
stick by my side in that box
had to put my stick in her box,
now my d*** in her jaw
c****** on a stovetop in a pot
so stone cold, i keep it hot
assassinate a opp, get him dropped (pop)
got 24" spinners, and they don't stop (they never stop)

like chop [album ver.]

look alive

2016

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

(prod. torcha chamba)
lyrics-

c* crums inside my gums,
blk gnk cmn out of my lungs
get quick scoped in that 1v1
bad b* with a ring in her tng
i was gna wife her til i bust on her stmch
i tht i luvd it, but i rcnsdrd after i nutted
i recnfgr ur whole s* with my fist as a bldgn,
im on a dfrnt type of time, out here ltrly clubbing
no nvy seal, but i seal ur deal with no dscssn
my intrdctn: is that im outta time and ovrbudgt
but i aint stressin baby, that make me crazy and i aint rshng
miyamoto told ya that if u wait, then u might just love it
ur plane crashed, pass interference, todays a holiday
then switch to exts and hit u far away
stick to my side, she like a brncle
u in the news and all them rtcles
my new physx ngn turn u to prtcls
who did the killing? i made it obvus
obvsly i do this often cuz im a hbbyst
tear u apart but put you tgthr, i'm not richtofen
aint with the tlkn, i just use ur mouth to put my balls in,
im all in, spnng that wheel i won a 4ren pnted orng
qk trip to the store, i had to floor it
the red line on this b* say 7, i had to 4ce it
nvr done b4, how i do it by the book?
evrtng i ever had, whole half got took
u cldnt catch me if you tried, i dont ever write no hook
nvr find me, so far bhnd u dont know which place to look
we was tnagers, rolling up kush in abndnd houses
street tax, lost all my shit to rndm couches
nvr found it, til i boght me a new one it turn round
tryd to tole ya that im not to be f* with, so why u shoutin?
its over for ya: i just aint gna tell u how soon
beat yo a* from dwntwn to kowloon
like "bby, what you doing? what's your name? is it pink?
im tryna get up in yo bbl butt, lets make a scene
dnt make a stnk, im on a roll, the cmra rolling
i aint trolling bby, after i f* u, i keep it gng bby"
got dam, ther he go nd im like "ok" whnvr i see a h*
bby we shld get tgthr and maybe smk a bwl,
i got 24s and they go go go, they dont stp,
24 left on this earth before i drp,
spent every sngl scndf of it staring at my watch
run the clock dwn, u think its safest b4 ur shot dwn
mdl of public, u in a box now
lost all my perks whn i was dropped dwn,
im knkd down, smbdy rez before im knocked out!
two phones, why u keep two phones?
i hit the new 1s with this 1 and the old 1s with both
take notes, this from the goat:
i gotta start out as a local fore i cnqr the globe
its no use, boy, u got no soul
i look str8 in2 ur eyes its like thers nbdy home
keep my nickel plated pole two in from ur dome,
ur girl was gna blow, that mean she gna fold
ima ride, steal, and kill for my dawgs
got that kitty whppn biscuits, that integra never stall
nbdy f* with my kitchen, ima hit u with tht pole
$357--how much money on your dome
i use evry sngl one of my toes to stand tall,
i was f* with that gross, and go to show: i smkt it all
smkn dope, im in my mode and her walls
all u bots hngng from ropes like makarov
seen u die with my 3rd eye like im paul
my dog gotcha, yo brain got blstd by gottard
i was flpng all that work, 2003 or 04 impala
hitters hit you with that clipper, they gon send you to your father
ima hit u with the hammer i stole from yo honor
kno scammers from the bay all the way to kolkata
once your bank acct froze, i know the cold gotcha
i sold your soul and mine with it,
the equvlnt to one whole chicken is nine pidgeons
a portrait of a masterpiece: thats what it sound like when beenz on a classic beat,
u looking for me, u can find me where the b* be
and if my gun talk s* it's cuz its a sassy piece
i'm a nasty beast who don't pay taxi fees,
he drop me off in the mddl of the street, and i said pce
shoutout to reese, who stack up his cheese from slling ks
youll turn dcsed fore its beef, mf ill tag ur feet
u ctchn Zs, and i'm dragon my balls across ur teef
u eating meat, but this aint s* a*, cuz u eat it free
this the life for me
i put b* in them porches, why u acting slf mprtnt?
u can take it up with god, only he cld get u srted
ima get my s* tgthr once i get ths keys mprted,
evrthng i ever wntd ill b abl 2 afrd it

pass interference

(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

rose bowl

ivory

tannenbaum

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back bay

rare (ft. armada reckless)

rocketfuel

rise !

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