high rolla (prod. jaswed)

lyrics 

100 thousand on the table 
yeah i like cheese 
bag getter 
ysl jacket, denim ice cream
i fucked up the cash
that put me in a 6 speed 
bitch i get bands
if u broke go to indeed
always keep a few stacks of the blue strips 
i got it talkin shit 
so the drip stay exclusive 
run up this tab 
shit i might like a nuisance
yeah i’m from the bay 
where the hoes goin stoopid 

always did my own thang and kept it icy 
baby trynna fuck now 
well cool, i’m just pricy
pardon my french if u broke 
then dont like me 
ill rather stack chips wit a rich bitch like me 

where's my pint cause im pourin up a new 4 
i get a lot hoes 
nowadays it’s hard to keep score 
strippers in my dms from oregon to fillmore 
yeah i got bag type shit 
so go and get low 

i could turn a 7 to a 9 and leave her luscious
watch yo chick before i leave the girl blushin 
dick too bomb gone have the hoe cussin 
promise if u let me ill leave the bop gushing 

bands onna whip
hands on me like wow 
i need a blunt and make sure that shit loud 
bands from yo chick
i like how that sound 
dance wit yo chick
legs in the air, wow

100 thousand on the table
yeah i like cheese
bag getter
ysl jacket, denim ice cream
i fucked up the cash
that put me in a 6 speed
bitch i get bands
if u broke go to indeed
always keep a few stacks of the blue strips
i got it talkin shit
so the drip stay exclusive
run up this tab
shit i might like a nuisance
yeah i’m from the bay
where the hoes goin stoopid

Yuh, this hoe so stupid
She told me that she loved me, now she a neuciense
Yuh Everything she saying going right through my brain
Leave me on read that’s when I feel the pain

Baby girl what the fuck do you want
Tell me one thing and the next you are gone
I got lots of demons that are ready to evolve
And you’re making me insane, got my heart in your vault

Girl, tell me what’s up
Everything that’s going through your head is all fucked
And you tell me that you’re busy, when you never pick up
Now lying in my room thinking how I messed up

I got money, I got fame, but I guess that’s not enough
If a bitch ain’t impressed then they leave you in the mud, like
If I’m whipping in a foreign, then I guess that’s not important 
Got a YSL jacket from this money that I’m hoarding

100 thousand on the table
yeah i like cheese
bag getter
ysl jacket, denim ice cream
i fucked up the cash
that put me in a 6 speed
bitch i get bands
if u broke go to indeed
always keep a few stacks of the blue strips
i got it talkin shit
so the drip stay exclusive
run up this tab
shit i might like a nuisance
yeah i’m from the bay
where the hoes goin stoopid

YSL JACKET

Lyrics~

Count the money see the bankroll
Southside how we do it love how it folds bro
Hating motherfuckas better kick rocks
Im the don big boss
He got no sauce
Better watch yo thot yeah

Count the money see the bankroll
Southside how we do it love how it folds bro
Hating motherfuckas better kick rocks
Im the don big boss
He got no sauce
Better watch yo thot yeah

Pour couple shots
Fill that liquor in my system 
Yaeger bombs in club
Turning up my system 
Focused on the bag 
Fuck a intermission 
Why you mad get a bag
Get the fuck up out my vision 

Broke bitches thinking that Im really finna pay some
Think you running up my paper you a big dumb bum
Hella ran through like a motherfucking marathon
Homie hopping like a fucking vagabond but I got the

Bands they coming in 
Racks I stack em in
U mad Im living this
She bad Im checking that

A bag a minute
My advance Im keeping it
The man she messing with it
Damn we living sinning

Down in tokyo yeah we get it like this uh
Living on the edge
On sum gaga type shit yeah
Fuck how you feeling
When Im the in the damn mix
With versace on my body
Bitches can’t resist this then I

Count the money see the bankroll
Southside how we do it love how it folds bro
Hating motherfuckas better kick rocks
Im the don big boss
He got no sauce
Better watch yo thot yeah

Count the money see the bankroll
Southside how we do it love how it folds bro
Hating motherfuckas better kick rocks
Im the don big boss
He got no sauce
Better watch yo thot yeah

POKERFACE!

lyrics

I can't fuck with no cheap hoe
Imma rich bitch with a cheat code
Shawty wanna fuck, tell her deepthroat
Throw that shit back like a freethrow
I can't fuck with no cheap hoe
Imma rich bitch with a cheat code
Shawty wanna fuck, tell her deepthroat
Throw that shit back like a freethrow

don’t stop, i ain’t ever switching till the bros pops 
we b running plays on this rooftop 
we b taking bitchs from these punk rocks 
fuck they talkin about im sayin
don’t stop, i ain’t ever switching till the bros pops 
we b running plays on this rooftop 
we b taking bitchs from these punk rocks 
fuck they talkin about im sayin

Saying don't stop, can't stop, living luxurious
100 round clip, cause the bitches be furious
Riding round' town, like damn this shit glorious
Run it, run it up, cause the scene be notorious
And I won't stop, till the day that I die
You can talk shit, ion think they be trying
Cause I'm off it, tryna outdo myself and my profits
Imma realize my vision like I'm a prophet

tell that bitch we moving to the hills 
i’m tuckin switches on my momma 
swear they trynna drill 
no kizzy after gouda off this bombay 
i roll the za inna bez on the highway 

i just booked a trip to france 
where the snailys at 
if the bitch about no money 
ima call it wraps 
no bap ima thug, we don’t get attached 
i heard she cheated on you 
and you still took her back 

i’m a god i don’t hang around these fuck niggas 
i fuck wit real niggas, pimp niggas, mark killas
i seen nigga diss me, boy u dumb as fuck 
i took yo bitch wit 1 like and now she trynna fuck 

it’s the valentino vampire 
she won’t regret it 
i got a spyder on my chain 
this the real pendant 
the way im flossing on these niggas 
should of been a dentist 
if i pull up wit a gem, know it’s never rented

I can't fuck with no cheap hoe
Imma rich bitch with a cheat code
Shawty wanna fuck, tell her deepthroat
Throw that shit back like a freethrow
I can't fuck with no cheap hoe
Imma rich bitch with a cheat code
Shawty wanna fuck, tell her deepthroat
Throw that shit back like a freethrow

don’t stop, i ain’t ever switching till the bros pops 
we b running plays on this rooftop 
we b taking bitchs from these punk rocks 
fuck they talkin about im sayin
don’t stop, i ain’t ever switching till the bros pops 
we b running plays on this rooftop 
we b taking bitchs from these punk rocks 
fuck they talkin about im sayin

DONT STOP

lyrics: 

ion bout you 
but im finna get this bag up 
hell naw we ain’t average 
ion bout you 
but im finna cause damage 
make the drop top static 
2X

sauced up, i brought the bay in my aesthetic 
i meant it, if i get bands ima spend it 
bitch after bitch tellin me i live reckless 
fuck it up girl before i try to get invested 

i just made another 100 bands independently 
i love when they tell me that my son livin lavishly 
posted at a bape store 
ahh what i pay for?
fazos, brudder im sayin we don’t lace those 

he tried to diss not knowin im a big dog 
i swear to god these faggot ass rappers 
they can’t dress 
i come from the land where they flip dirty xans 
jus to knock a nigga down 
we brought shirts for yo mans 

like woah 
show u how it go 
while u simp the bitch
i just made her bend her toes 
he living life slow 
for that i can’t go 
i could never trust a nigga who b wearing fake gold like eww

DAMAGE (PROD BY CUTTY VIBEZ)

POPSTAR By Reap, Eryxse, Young Hollow, & Zodiac Killers

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POPSTAR

POPSTAR (ALICIA KEYS)

Lyrics~

Uh uh bitch Im sick with it
Couple years in making make my own image
I came up from the dirt I killed my fucking afterimage
Fuck messing with my game this aint damn scrimmage

Bitches saying Im looking different like what happened here
I Elevated my whole life Im on a different tier
While motherfuckas sobbing wishing they was really here
Yo little life a lie all you see is smoke in mirrors

Bench press pussy you aint never moving weight uh
Focusing on yo self n quit denying all the blame what
U broke dumb hoe we is not the same huh
Never make it out yo city man what damn shame yugh

Too cold
Leave him shook
He sold
Im the man
He folds
Make the bands
Tenfold
His life blindfold
All he see fool’s gold
He reaps
What he sow
This life
Stone cold yeah


Stainless steel that I rock on my neck yeah
3 rings scattered through my finger like a spot check
Chasing hella mula I like looking at the progress
Keep yo shitty energy cuz bitch Im really off that
Hmm my bad
That you spitting nonsense
With little comments
Thinking you really run this
Didnt want yo 2 cents
You a little nuisance 
Better hop off this dick bitch
Cuz Im hell bent yeah

Cut off loose ends
Then I make new bands
Keep it how I move man
If I win crew wins
Fuck all the new pen 
Put em in a playpen
Cutting the down the motherfucking ego finna get checked uh

Uh uh bitch Im sick with it
Couple years in making make my own image
I came up from the dirt I killed my fucking afterimage
Fuck messing with my game this aint damn scrimmage

Bitches saying Im looking different like what happened here
I Elevated my whole life Im on a different tier
While motherfuckas sobbing wishing they was really here
Yo little life a lie all you see is smoke in mirrors

Smoke in Mirrors

lyrics 

i bet the money make her backflip 
i’m getting bands 
no i can’t miss 
i get fly like a spaceship
they say my lifestyle dangerous 
i swear to god i can’t be basic 
private jets what i’m facing 

mira cómo vamos 
puro plata tengo 
estoy afuera con los vatos 
baby ima star now 
i take care of extras 
ima need about a hundred thou for a blessin 

i’m talkin bout banquets cause now i fill arenas 
tell me why every lil rapper trynna be us 
i walk like a god 
now these bitches wanna see us 
that’s your main chick who broke neck 
time to free her 

i’m the type to get a bag regardless of your outcome
used to flip yack to the ones wearing volcom
i still get blues slidin thru in my direction 
game so sick 
that it became a lethal weapon 

nowadays i’m outside skurttin inna m4 
if ain’t about the bread 
then tell me what you rap for? 
my timezone change everytime i bring a passport 
all i want is money till i die 
is i what i ask for

BACKFLIP

running out of time
veins going cold
need somebody come take me home
baby don’t cry
i ain’t gonna go
stay right here until we both turn to ghosts
bugs in my eyes
blood on my shirt
you could do your worst, i ain’t gonna get hurt
play like a chime
tongues in your skirt
breaking in the graveyard
sex in the dirt

and i’m all alone 
hop on the stage
hear them sing my song
i’m dying, a moth
be forever young
i don’t really give a fuck
what you do when i’m gone 
i just wanna party with my day one bloods
and im crushing on a shawty you the baddest in the club
tell me if you mean it when you say that you in love
see me in a foreign car
couple bodies in the trunk

i won’t lie
bad thoughts coming out my mind
can’t stop til i get what i want
you got highs i can pay that price
you got opps i can take that life
turn him to a crow
make you slit your wrists then i put you in a hole
this the devil shit, but i like a angel
got a real bad bitch and she from the underwxrld

bells ring out when our hearts combine
take my bones you can take my pride
feed my soul with a gaze from those eyes
deep underground if you look you could find
the mark
baby is it beating like a telltale heart
when you keep on breathing on my belt feel sparks
shot in the dark
not even death could rip us apart

(running out of time
veins going cold
need somebody come take me home
baby don’t cry
i ain’t gonna go
stay right here until we both turn to ghosts
bugs in my eyes
blood on my shirt
you could do your worst, i ain’t gonna get hurt
play like a chime
tongues in your skirt
breaking in the graveyard
sex in the dirt)

she think i’m a player
i think she a brat cant save her
gotta keep my eyes on my paper
pull up in a brand new whip 
black fit, darth vader
and i keep a glock for the haters talking on my name
you can say it to my face, entertain it
fuck 12 i don’t like bacon
day by day and it’s always the same shit
looked back, everything’s changing

i got an army of darkness at my heel
i got a body to dissect pull that veil
feel like im dali
make sights but with repulsive appeal
if you gonna kill me 
then aim for the head or i will
cus it’s a cruel, cold world
and i can’t get any colder
angels cry when the devil’s on my shoulder
maybe im just too young and bipolar
i dont think i’m getting any older

running out of time
veins going cold
need somebody come take me home
baby don’t cry
i ain’t gonna go
stay right here until we both turn to ghosts
bugs in my eyes
blood on my shirt
you could do your worst, i ain’t gonna get hurt
play like a chime
tongues in your skirt
breaking in the graveyard
sex in the dirt

(running out of time
veins going cold
need somebody come take me home
baby don’t cry
i ain’t gonna go
stay right here until we both turn to ghosts
bugs in my eyes
blood on my shirt
you could do your worst, i ain’t gonna get hurt
play like a chime
tongues in your skirt
breaking in the graveyard
sex in the dirt)

bones and all (prod. loat!)

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YSL JACKET

CUTTY VIBEZ

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