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$WAG


hook 


there ain’t no one like me,
ain’t no one got my mind,
Sticking to the script cant go switching up the lines,
Got yo bitch comin thru,
finna break her spine,
Ima pretty motherfucker shorty call me Calvin Klein,

Lean with it rock,
swaggin when I walk,
pro pot puffer pill popper on and off,
never off the clock cause the gram stay on the clock,
I don’t need no Grammy I can make the panties drop,

bitch made that boy bitch made he a blood sucka,
put him on the news bet he feel like Tom tucker,
hand on that bitch moth shorty say she wanna smother,
boy you ain’t no big stunta, shut yo dick sucker,


Verse


if that bitch wanna slide tell that hoe my crib the monkey joes, 
bouncing up and down make that bitch look like she jumping rope,
yes I am a flunkie not no junkie just a punk at soul, 
Snortin lines of shit that I don’t know I got a bloody nose,

fucked up fucked up fucked up,
Who the fuck walkin round talkin like they tough,
if yo bitch a dime then my bitch a hundred bucks,
I ain’t come to chill bitch I came to get the succ,


hook 



YY RELOAD 


hook 


switch it up I hit that yy reload,
Run it up now I need the dinero,
maybe I fucked on yo bitch,
yung mekel the new Ben Shapiro,

blowin up just like soda and mentos,
Don’t got one pistol I’m goin akimbo,
yo bitch got bodies like bohemian temple,
Fucked up when I’m whippin the rental,

Self made I’m a superstar,
In yo bitch pussy more than you are,
popping out the blue like a nude cop,
perfect aim when I shoot shots,

countin money I don’t share it with her,
blowin gas ima air bender,
Pussy boy soft as a care bear,
I seen ya at the welfare center,


Verse


dudely dudely duh that pussy boy talkin we rip thru his cut, hey,
55 rounds in this drum that’s gonna be 55 rounds in yo slut, hey,

I fucked that bitch In the ass, hey,
there wasn’t a test that I passed, hey, 
pull up I’m pressing the gas,
mofuckas talk but ain’t flexin no cash, hey,

yea I’m stickin needles not no junkie I do voodoo, 
yung mekel a demigod on god you should call me yung cuthulu, 
And I’m on yo shawty list I bet it’s a to-do,
You is a bitch go start a YouTube,
I put his face on a sweater remind me of fubu,
talkin that shit you get hit with a two two, uhh,


hook





@wtfm3k3l

$WAG//YY RELOAD (PROD. @TRACYZOMIE & @CRVLLLY)

the original snippet
all credit goes to fl.vco
ily

Kick The Bucket (og version)

back up she don’t wanna back up
I smoke thirty grams to fall asleep now I got black lungs
Call mister fucking grab a bag you needa catch up
Look at both my mufucking pockets where’s yo stash bruh

I said where’s yo stash bruh
Fuck off you an acta
Please don’t try to at us
This shit doesn’t add up

Add up but I do not subtract
I said fuck out my way pussy bitch we can dance
I got bullets on me they put you in a trance
And I’m Fucking yo bitch when she take off my pants

Take of my pants when I’m going back in bitch
Fuck out my face you get hit with
Up on your knees watch your shin splints
I cannot talk I’m diseased bitch

She wanna talk there is nothing to talk about
Feeling like a zombie the way that I just walk around
Walk around you can’t even run into the street

See
All this shit I do is so easy
Talk on my name you get beatings
don’t give a fuck I’m not leaving
Suck on my dick I said eat me
me and the devil we teaming

Misfit bitch I fucking came to get my dick licked
Big bitch put you in the blunt we getting ignant

Back up she don’t wanna back up
I smoke thirty grams to fall asleep now I got black lungs
Call mister fucking grab a bag you needa catch up
Look at both my mufucking pockets where’s yo stash bruh

MR. FUCKING GRAB A BAG (PROD. IMDEAD)

phone cracked to fuck (ft. quadthedarkgod) (prod. @triplesixdelete)

PHUCK YOU (FT. KNIFEY) (PROD. VYLE)

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lyrics 

Got a face full of dough but my mind is filled with her
How you clutching on that pole you gon die like you deserve 
Bitch i'm on the fucking road imma slide and imma swerve
I don't talk to hoes you hit my line and you get curved
Bitch i'm fresh as fuck i cock back sitting on the curb
Hella pressure you wont talk stomp your face into the dirt
Bitch i'm drinking i cant stop only time i say a word
I'm fucked up too much i think its time that we should purge
I was in a truck now I'm sliding in a hearse
Try to clear my head out went outside and made it worse
I smoke too much dope so when i try it doesn't work
The clock is ticking think its time for me to Kurt
Got the chop and smith & on my side what you want first
Bring the AUG's out bitch hey burst
In the dog pound bitch hey cursed jumping in the junk ain't none of your concern
How i light it up and let that fucker burn how you loosing twice the money that you earn
Yea I'm dumb as fuck and selfish i don't learn i'm high as fuck and i cant help it imma turn
Dump the ashes out your motherfucking urn got the glasses on just like a fucking nerd
You said you gon fuck with me I'm here so whats the word walk outside the crib high as fuck I'm like a bird

high as fuck prod skuzgod

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BORN KILLER prod. LXNTIL

prod. j boogie

heights of the head in the hands of a broke bitch
trapped in a bed as i capture distortion
yall got a mouth and i question the motive
shit on the tongue but you sweet for the tokens

send the money
send the money
send the money
now x 2

i need 20k in my paypal
as i carry em bury em playstyles
you aint on so whats gon with the hate child
yous a pawn you too normal to stay 'round
got a thousand hung emotions so i air it out
want a thousand fuckin lands so i tear em down
got a million other plans that i'm wearin out
got a lot of better things i could care about

always appalled wont appeal to the hinderance
i'd think you would notice the difference
dap me up i wont mistake it for kinship
if you want a seat well you missed it
dont hand me buckets you wish i would piss in
i wont give a fuck if you listen
i dont give a fuck if you fuck with it
he still want a song send the money bitch

SEND THE MONEY (PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA)

prod. bmg & wendigo

scary hurdles
carry worlds but you cant hold the weight
em rockets churnin, pockets earnin until ya sockets burnin
fock ya learnin, aint so simple if severin yourself
you not been workin, pockets hurtin from all the hunger pains

EDDISON

Aye fuck yo bitch ass
Rip yo throat outta yo neck pussy don’t point yo head at
Me again
We ain’t friends
I think they get it
niggas tryna run up on me i can’t let em
walk up in dat bitch ain’t say nun
I jus robbed em
I feel like Sid ay
I jus fucked a bitch I think dat bitch
Jus got me sick ay
a nigga talkin loud he gon fall victim to the clip
all these demons in my head gon reproduce make demon kids
My whole body hate me nigga
And I ain’t hard
There ain’t a single witness

AFOURTEEN

SPINNING ROUND MY WEB I WATCH THE ACTION AS IT GO
WASH YO HANDS BEFORE YOU EAT YOU DIRTY LITTLE HOE
IMM SPIDER CRAWLIN ON YO MUTHAFUCKIN FLOOR
WHY YOU ACTIN LIKE YOU BIG IF WE KNOW THAT YOU GONA CHOKE
WE DONT CARE YOUR VIEWS NO DONT GIVE A FUCK BOUT YO MENTION
IF YOU ACTIN LIKE A RACHET IMMA PUT YOU IN DETENTION
IN DETENTION HOW WE ROT 
I GOT A FINGER ON MY COCK
I GOT PULL UP WITH MY WAIST
I GOT THIS SHIT I DO NOT KNOCK

BMG

one the few things i do not give a fuck about is who listen
send em missin, disregard em discard all these fuckers wishes
how it written, skiddish fuckers gon suckle up for them digits
but they timid, give enough still wont buckle up for the mission
what a bitch, make it happen, if you trapped under a cap then why you rappin
skippin past em fist a master get it faster
and if you thought that you could dodge check my trackin

with the pack in dc
like some dcs you wont see me in 2019
i breathed feast now i eat meat when my needs please
dont get greedy with me i'm feedin villages
i see it pillage it then rebuild the shit
see me now, you cant see me now, you cant be me now, so i'm creepin out

you aint spider uh uh no yous a fly
you can try it dont matter how many times
i dont wanna host this fuckin orbit ima floor him
i cannot rock with that staying poor shit i need more bitch

STAKE W/ EDDISON & AFOURTEEN (CO-PROD. WENDIGO)

POP THE STOCK OUT

POP THE STOCK OUT ft. AFOURTEEN (prod. LILCXCAINE)

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SEND THE MONEY (PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA)

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