lyrics: 

u look lonely
i can fix that 

don’t give me no bammer 
i like how you move, come stand up (look)
e chicks love cutty like pcs 
but i can’t cuff you, no i need 3 
these days everybody trynna be me 
nice car, new tags on the m3 
i drive fast, pray the universe bless me
untill then im gone like a high speed 
till the tank empty 

till the tank empty
i’m cutting thru the traffic 
if he wanna talk
my glick automatic 
lay a nigga out 
for trynna touch my patek 
when they finna learn that we not like average 

i gotta new chick on the way so i dropped one 
i can’t fall in love, i’ve tried but it’s not fun 
i just got good dick
the type to make a bitch sprung 
if she got man i don’t care cause he not one 

fuck that bitch bring me that pack 
this za be the type to say, fuck a relapse 
i need duce on ice, don’t ruin my high
cause it won’t end well 
when it’s comes to your night 
yeah 

i pop tags for higher motivation 
so everytime i step out i feel a1 
look i don’t got time to waste, i can’t save none 
so if it ain’t about a check, i won’t say none 

don’t give me no bammer 
i like how you move, come stand up (look)
e chicks love cutty like pcs 
but i can’t cuff you, no i need 3 
these days everybody trynna be me 
nice car, new tags on the m3 
i drive fast, pray the universe bless me
untill then im gone like a high speed 
till the tank empty 
x2

THESE DAYS

lyrics: 

even though we’re going thru it 
and it makes you feel alone 
just know that i would die for you 
baby i would die for you 

ima talk to you later 
i’m back to this paper 
don’t care bout much 
cause we patient 
deep down i’m tired and anxious 
i wanna change up my spaces 
don’t wanna see more new faces 
she call my phone when she faded
so what’s the point of relations 
so ima talk to you later 
i’m back to this paper 
don’t care bout much 
cause we patient 
deep down i’m tired and anxious 
i wanna change up my spaces 
don’t wanna see more new faces 
she call my phone when she faded
so what’s the point of relations 
so ima 

dip out and get bands 
i like bitches who can dance 
not just onna pole 
but salsa, banda, let me take yo hand 
i got plans to ring a hand 
a lover boy that’s who i am 
i got a lot to give 
and more to lose 
but they don’t understand 

i got too much on my mind 
i can’t afford to waste no time 
the one i thought wanted 
ended up wit someone else in mind 
and when my family left
it broke my heart 
now i don’t go outside 
thinking was this really worth it 
wouldn’t know until i die 

but that decision passed due 
so ain’t no point on switching sides 
u either wit it or u ain’t 
so ima gas it fuck a brake 
and that’s to show you what it take 
i know we not same 
cause if the rolls had switched 
i wouldn’t change up on you 
what a shame 

look the ones who meant to stay 
they wouldnt leave 
and just facts 
i guess i had to learn to keep it pushing 
in advance 
so if i ever had to do this shit again 
i’d prolly laugh 
cause i know i don’t ever wanna be stuck in the past

TTYL

lyrics: 

money on my mind
i gotta have it 
4 5 strap to neck 
in case a nigga want static 
blue strips come automatic 
same witcho yo bitch 
for this dick she gone turn into addict
x2 

i love a freak hoe 
type to get bread and give deep throat 
hands on the wall bitch 
dance witcho knees low
u love the fans 
i scam 
we the cheat codes 
pull up for a play
now they stuck on the east coast 

can’t do the lease no 
slide me pinks hoe
pull off on task 
good luck wit this reach tho 
fuck the blue lights
we don’t see them 
when we go ghost 
i do em like danny 
in the rolls Royce phantoms 

ima rockstar 
just check my closet 
yes those diamonds on my cartier glasses 
yes those are bapestas 
i used to rock kostons 
now i’m big steppin 
i show you who ballin 

i go dum duh duh dum dum 
when we in the hamptons 
the molly kicked in 
now im geekin at a hundun
play wit us bitch
i might just hit u wit the new drum 
had to shoot first cause i ain’t dying from a broke bum 

money on my mind
i gotta have it 
4 5 strap to neck 
in case a nigga want static 
blue strips come automatic 
same witcho yo bitch 
for this dick she gone turn into addict
x2 

yea 
24 clips got me bussin wit this automatic 
imma make you disappear 
lil bitch this ain’t no fucking magic
hit you wit that 4 5 if you want some static
yea im fucking on your bitch while she’s lookin back at it uhhh

fentanyl diamonds 
see em dancing when they bling
got a brand new trackhawk
supercharged sing yea
pussy wanna try me?
imma give that a boy a set of wings
lights, camera, action imma put him on a big screen

brand new matte black caddy
had a lil money 
pussy boy what’s happening?
yea 
took your bitch can’t stand it
brand new patek
let this chopper get to dancing uhhh
brand new matte black caddy
had a lil money 
pussy boy what’s happening?
yea
took your bitch can’t stand it
brand new patek
case this nigga want static uhhh

money on my mind
i gotta have it 
4 5 strap to neck 
in case a nigga want static 
blue strips come automatic 
same witcho yo bitch 
for this dick she gone turn into addict
x2

STATIC X reap (Prod. by Cutty Vibez)

lyrics: 

Gucci gold fangs
Hoes go insane
Every time I fuck, she wanna pull on my chains
But I won't cuff the thot, that ain't part of my game
Goth bitch hella fucked
But her pops who to blame, look
2x 

She the type to suck it in a Cybertruck
If you love that thot, then you better keep that bitch tucked
Cause one wrong move and I'ma have to bag a new slut
I don't gotta try, we got skill
We don't need luck
Talk about bread and watch me pull up with a Brinks trunk
Talk about ice and I'ma hit you with this slug shine
Bling blaow bitch
What you know 'bout these VVS?
A punk rock thot in my lab
Call her Dee Dee
Me and my dawgs came up, you mad huh?
Now I get a lot of bread, unlike my rap opps
Naw, gimmie that steak
I don't want no ox
When it come down to fits, your clothes just don't talk
What you mean hoe?
I get them blues every day hoe
Cleat check the mob
These Balencis and McQueens hoe
We don't care 'bout these nerds
They get no dough
But watch how they bitches always try and get a photo

GUCCI FANGZ

lyrics: 

she just want someone to slide and break down 
no one at her house, it’s bout to get loud yeah 
lil baby got style, that’s her power 
how u put that on, i must figure out 
x2

i get lit when that slap come on
she wanna chill and get a vibe 
i got lots of charm 
flow water, somebody left the faucet on
i like sippin on dark when that vodka strong 
look

i came to say wassup and maybe throw u on top 
we could test our luck 
she wanna get her tummy stuffed 
for the plot i might buss 
next morning plan b wit a drink from starbucks 

she wanna stay but i got things to do 
yeah i know baby i gotta stay on twos 
but if u wanna chill later i’ll b free by 2 am 
cause the plane dont leave by noon 

but if i had to be honest
i don’t even wanna leave tho 
freak hoe always trynna get in my jeans tho 
we know that u love me for these deep these strokes
we know that u need someone to come and lead tho 

she just want someone to slide and break down 
no one at her house, it’s bout to get loud yeah 
lil baby got style, that’s her power 
how u put that on, i must figure out 
x4

BREAK DOWN

Recorded: 1/29/23
Re-Mixed: 3/11/2024
Produced By: Acculbed

eryxse - hardy boyz (prod. Acculbed)

said i’m bitch i’m turnt up 
drop bands on a benz truck 
lil bitch got yams huh 
type to make her dance huh 
my new whip go faster 
if shawty broke i won’t answer 
x2 

hands up bands up 
baby got her hands stuffed 
i b off the strong 
real za flavored ice cream 
she b lookin for a player 
and cutty what hoes need 
bad bitches don’t want love 
they want more d 

i’m the type to pull up wit a bag 
cause i’m about one 
knocks on the phone 
talkin bout, can i cop one? 
ima need bill 
no less so get yo funds up 
when bitches don’t got it 
i be like u wanna sell some? 

iced out slugs when i smile 
i can’t see face 
ima need a table wit that dark 
so i can think straight 
he chase, i don’t 
now u see the difference 
broke niggas can’t fuck wit my vision 

i’m in the v12 pushing till it redline 
might just meet paul the way the lamb steady walking 
we ain’t jawsin, i just love to stomp shit 
look when i’m gone put that thizz in my top ten

ICE CREAM PROD BY CUTTY VIBEZ

lyrics: 

i like the ones that full of tattoos 
face got a half moon 
septum gotta too 
i like the ones who dipped in all black 
color gotta throw that 
hand where her throat at 
x2 

i be dipped when you see me 
money got longer 
now they see me on tv 
look i’m wit a bad bitch in the hills, top litty 
i only hit once 
now my name on her tittys 

we hit the store 
get drank and backwoods 
look i only roll za 
cause mid aint that good 
look she got a only fans
i taught her to flip nerds 
i heard her ex did her bad 
well fuck it i’ll do her worse 

im a player for life 
i don’t fight for no bitch 
leave that for a dike 
bitch i need more ice 
i don’t need no wife 
so break it down for a thug 
i’m only here one night 
i met her backstage 
her motives u can see in her eyes

and i understand
that she wanna fun 
she ain’t want no man 
i like these pretty goth girls 
that match my plans 
if see her later on 
i might bless her bag 
like wassup

TATTOOS

what we could of been doesn’t matter no more 
i used to never not sleep until the money came forward
now i got hella bad hoes at the front door 
now i got a v12 right in front of my porch 
used to wanna be yours until u pulled that shit 
now i’m glad that i’m gone wit a rich type bitch 
new whip chrome black match all of my fits 
do a cleat check bitch, i’ll show you lit 


i’m outside, 45 for the heat 
i take hoes, kill shows wit new slugs in my teeth
passed 4am in the bnb, i really should sleep 
but how can i when this girl trynna get more d

i put my hand around her throat now the bitch locked in 
when i looked into her eyes she like give me your kids 
ohh you really fell in love wit some west side dick
i pull out, paint face, i know her ex feel sick

but i swear she just like these other girls 
so i don’t ever feel bad when i ghost a bitch 
i swear i never think twice about what comes wit this 
cause i gave up on love for a fantasy 

look im next to be and that’s destiny 
so if you get in my way i’m sending led thru beams 
they think playin till the er bring their team 
lights out, i make you never wanna speak to me yeah

WHAT WE COULD OF BEEN (Prod Qrystral)

This song was recorded 2 years ago (exact date unknown)

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