Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh) (Yeah)
(Yeah, oh-oh) (Let's go)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh) (Brrr)

[Verse 1]
Shorty callin', tryna talk it, I ain't hearin' that (Nah)
Bitch, I'm ballin', fuck around, drop a hunnid flat (Woah)
Said she want a fix, but baby, I ain't fixin' that (Nah)
Movin' lowkey, but fuck it, I might flex on Snap (Flex)
I got sauce, no label, shorty runnin' laps (Skrrt)
Bitch, I'm bossin', no favors, told her, "fall back" (Fall back)
Got the drip, that's fatal, why they mad at that? (Mad at that)
Fuckin' up a bag, yeah, you know I'm bad at that (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Ayy) I don't even talk, let the cash speak (Cash)
Why these bitches run they mouth like a track meet? (Woah)
Shorty keep callin', let the phone beep (Ring)
Fuck a bitch mood, I been up, I ain't gon' sleep (Nah)
New whip tinted, fuck around, you ain't gon' see (Skrrt)
Shorty too clingy, fuck around, she ain't gon' leave (Back up)
She said she love me, I said chill, don't OD (Chill)
Pullin' up quick, but fuck it, movin' lowkey (Lowkey)

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm ballin', regardless, fuck your feelings, though (Woah)
Stackin' up paper, feelin' taller than the ceiling go (Yeah)
Said I'm wildin', got me laughin', bitch, you tweakin', hoe (Tweakin')
Told her I ain't regular, fuck around, she feelin' slow (Dummy)
Got the check clear, bitch, I'm lit, see me glowin' (Shinin')
Tryna ride the wave, bitch, you late, keep on rowin' (Row)
No brakes, bitch, fuck it, pedal down, goin' (Skrrt)
Flex mode activated, bitch, you already knowin' (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
(Oh-oh, oh-oh) Bitch, I'm on a wave now (Wave)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh) Shorty tryna stay 'round (Nah)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh) Fuck it, tell her lay down (Lay)
Money speakin' loud, bitch, don't even make a sound (Shh)

[Verse 2]
Shorty said I'm extra, fuck it, I might be (Yeah)
They want smoke, fuck around, keep it spicy (Woah)
Yeah, no ice talk, still I'm too icy (Ice)
Bars too cold, fuck around, might freeze (Freeze)
Shorty actin' wild, said she tryna wife me (Nah)
Bitch, I'm independent, fuck around, you can't sign me (No)
Call my line ringin', fuck it, that's unlikely (Unlikely)
I don't chase hoes, fuck around, let 'em find me (Find me)

[Bridge]
Flexin' like I'm Tecca, fuck around, switch the flow (Flow)
Said they got it lit, fuck around, where it go? (Where?)
She don't answer, I don't answer, bro like, "Where the hoes?" (Where?)
Laughin' to the bank, bitch, I'm funny, call me Mo' (Ha)

[Verse 3]
I been chillin', fuck around, might flex tomorrow (Tomorrow)
Said she need attention, fuck it, bitch, I ain't borrow (Nah)
Shorty wanna link, told her hit me up tomorrow (Later)
Feelin' like a star, fuck around, shootin' far though (Pow)

[Chorus]
(Oh-oh, oh-oh) Bitch, I'm in my zone now (Zone)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh) Shorty leave me 'lone now (Bye)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh) Money ringin' phone now (Ring)
Told her that I'm good, fuck around, I'm gone now (Skrrt)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Bitch, I'm in my zone now (Zone)
Bitch, I'm in my zone now (Zone)
Bitch, I'm in my zone 

FCK Around [Prod. PMO Music]

Bixby

2012: Orange Sunshine

Caesar (prod. by Ashk)

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yuh) (Let's Go) (Wooh)
(Brra) (Pow) (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Fuck what they said, I ain't trustin' no bitch (nah)
Niga move wrong, he get hit with the switch (bow)
Shit ain't a game, I ain't playin' with thots (woo)
Put that boy under, get chalked on the spot (skrrt)
Bitch wanna talk but she playin' too much (hoe)
Money on deck, I ain't savin' no slut (nah)
Fuck what they said, I ain't trustin' no bitch (yeah)
Niga move wrong, he get hit with the switch (brrah)

[Verse 1]
Ice in my veins, I be colder than death (brrr)
Loadin' up sticks, I ain't takin' no breath (wooh)
Talk on my name, you get stomped where you step (stomp)
Shit goin' left, you get left where you slept (bow)
Bitch call me daddy, but she just a op (thot)
Got two twin Glocks, make 'em dance, no pop (grrah)
Snakes in the grass, so I'm cuttin' the crop (snip)
Grew up with demons, ain't learnin' to stop (nope)
I ride with the reaper, he sit in the back (skrrt)
Pistol go singin', that bitch on attack (pow)
I been in hell and I made it right back (yeah)
Pray on my fall, you get turned to a pack (smoke)
Fuck is you sayin', lil' niga, I'm blessed (wooh)
Flexin' too loud, get a hole in your chest (grrah)
Fuck is you claimin', you broke and you stressed (lame)
Talkin' in codes, but I know you a pest (bitch)

[Pre-Chorus]
Load up the clip, let it spark like it's night (brrah)
I got that venom, I'm killin' on sight (sight)
Movin' too quick, you get caught in the light (yeah)
This ain't no rap, this a real niga fight (fight!)

[Chorus]
Fuck what they said, I ain't trustin' no bitch (nope)
Niga move wrong, he get hit with the switch (grrah)
Shit ain't a game, I ain't playin' with thots (hoe)
Put that boy under, get chalked on the spot (woo)
Bitch wanna talk but she playin' too much (hoe)
Money on deck, I ain't savin' no slut (nah)
Fuck what they said, I ain't trustin' no bitch (yeah)
Niga move wrong, he get hit with the switch (pow)

[Verse 2]
Dirt on my boots, but the heart stay clean (facts)
Movin' in silence, get hit if you seen (pop)
Murder the beat, got a Glock with a beam (grah)
Cash in my jeans, put a opp in a dream (sleep)
Bitch from the west, but she swallow my sins (wooh)
Pull up in black like I'm creepin' with twins (creep)
Demon time jumpin', I'm takin' your wins (yeah)
Cross on my chest, but I'm livin' in sins (amen)
Fuck up the set if they movin' too loud (shhh)
Shooters like wolves, they gon' hunt through the crowd (howl)
Bitch on my dick and she screamin' too proud (hoe)
I send her back and go smoke on the loud (loud)
Fuck your lil' set, fuck your lil' squad (fuck 'em)
Niga got hit, now he meetin' his God (boom)
Thots wanna leech, so I move like a mob (skrrt)
Hands on the grip, I ain't givin' no nod (nah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Load up the clip, let it spark like it's night (grrah)
I got that venom, I'm killin' on sight (bow)
Movin' too quick, you get caught in the light (wooh)
This ain't no rap, this a real niga fight (fight!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Hit With The Switch [Prod. PMO Music]

shin bones cleaned by the rain i’d rather have for dinner than tulips

Seul ripper

sharperthanyourtongue

dogs of war

AGONIZER

* #Lyrics *

( #Verse: #Automatico )

Said, it's grind on 'em season 
Set it off, give me a reason
I stay woke
'Cause the demons residin' in me never lackin'
In case an opp try to creep in
They be thinkin' shit is sweet, til I leave 'em salty
Springin' 'em back to their masters
Only one King shall rise, you ain't built for the rapture
Put that on Kami son, you better back up
Focus on gettin' your cash up
I walk in this bitch like I own it, with no invitations
Ain't stressin' no numbers
I'm tryin' to drill my name in their brain
Perform a lobotomy on all those who doubted me
Tranquilo mani
Rest in peace Tio Fuquan
Lookin' down on me, know that you're proud of me
Through my trials and tribulations, they still couldn't break me
Try as they may, through the mud they be draggin' my name
Still I remain, cuttin' up those
Non-able to cope with the way I deliver the cane
#LCDA on my back
Breakin' down a pack of that piff, get litty 
Hold the line, let me fix my crown
You are now in the presence of greatness
Been gone for a minute
I know they're goin' to feel it
Everytime that I spit it, real talk
I rock the mic, ever since the beginnin'
Every hatin' man, an undercover fan
Put 'em straight through the ceilin'
Cash in, cash out
I ain't worried about gainin' clout
The streets don't love you
That's somethin' they're not goin' to tell you about
Sellin' you dreams, you follow and chase 'em around
Look in yourself, if you're seekin' power 
A followers life, is the tale of a coward
Put that on my soul
That's somethin' they're not goin' to tell you about

#LaCasaDeAutomatico

( #Credits )

#Producer: #Szamz
#MixAndMasteredBy: Automatico

Automatico - Forbidden King (Official Audio)

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