BBY GOYARD- WITCHDANCE! [prod. dani kiyoko] #1017 #2K9

{{CHEEZMIXXX}} Acid Souljah- IDC Im Based Freestyle $$$ [prod. dani kiyoko] #SEB #2K9

(2oo9) MAKE IT GO [prod. xaviersobased] #SEB #1c

Glokk40spaz- Love 2 Da Mob [reprod. dani kiyoko]

(2oo9) Losing Myself

Lyrics:

[Me]
Cut em right down with the scythe quick
I’m with 10 bad bitches got the spot lit
They swear everything be cool 
but I’m bout to show out
Aye luh nigga keep yo cool
When the weed is so loud
Trending topic I don’t wanna stop it
Swaggin like this 
I’m makin her list
We show up We roll out x2
Talk shit my pole out
Autobot roll out

My twin she say she prada me
Like fuck these niggas doubting me
Yea I’m the goat I gotta be
I got the bag they routing me
Like check my view you gotta see
MTV yea I gotta crib that you gotta see

Like UFO go to mars
I got bad bitch on them bars
Look at me seeing stars
Spin dat lot in them cars
Stripes on her ass match my scars
I got niggas tryna be me
promise you ain’t finna go far

Cut em right down with the scythe quick
I’m with 10 bad bitches got the spot lit
They swear everything be cool 
but I’m bout to show out
Aye luh nigga keep yo cool
When the weed is so loud
Trending topic I don’t wanna stop it
Swaggin like this 
I’m makin her list
We show up We roll out x2
Talk shit my pole out
Autobot roll out

[Chem]
Get so high, I’m rocket ship
they takin percs &  vicodins 
know it’s blicks inside da whip 
so why tf you try the kin (skrrr)
way yo bitch eat dick in here 
she vale-suck-dictorian 
this bitch got a acrid taste , I feel like feardorian 
put the bottle at the base and line it up
just pour it in (pour it in)
got 100 bitches with us, that’s the number floor we in 
gib out by da bank I think he loadin’ another bin 
know that ima chase it 
bitch you know I’m bout’ the bands

#Scyth3 (feat. chemsblood) [prod. me]

Mixed & Mastered By: Dani Kiyoko
Cover Art By: Xstacy_88

Lryics:
Racks out, move it
My life, a movie
Okay luh twin let’s do it
Turn up that crowd we too lit
I’m finna crash, stupid
My bitch so bad, knew it
$VL, toolit 

Hunnid (x7), Yuh
Imma fashion killa
My trap sing, Bryson tiller
Fin ride out my nigga
You know my bitch she realer
Mike jackson, thriller 
Got straps innat bag, fill up
Yea but I’m rockin that ksuuvi
Man these niggas they really wan sue me
And I’m fuckin that bih make a movie
And I’m really gon slide with that toolie
Wanna talk allat shit? Well let’s do it
Yea but I really got cool it
These Niggas wan act like they knew it
Yea I really got move it

Rock out that bitch so bad
Watch out I’m finna crash
Got like ten glocks innat bag
Hell no I can’t go out sad
Innat whip I cannot lag
Wipe me down just like a rag
Bout my twin yea we gon slash

I rock red (x3) 
Round my head
In my bed (x2)
Yea my bitch she so bad
Whole lotta hunnid (x3)
In my hand 
Way too high innat bih
Yea I’m finna pop that xan
Hollon and I promise,
to the world up in my hand
Told that stupid bitch 
Hell nah I ain’t yo man

Yea my twin rock red on red
Stupid bitch just left on read
Need that bih to gimme head
I’m like yuh fuck u said?
Finna fill that boy with lead
Act a fool, leave you red
Man this stupid, back to bed
Yea I talk to the dead
Yea I’m countin dead 
Yea yo boy just fled
Yea I cannot fuck with fed
Take yo ass to bed

Racks out, move it
My life, a movie
Okay luh twin let’s do it
Turn up that crowd we too lit
I’m finna crash, stupid
My bitch so bad, knew it
$VL, toolit

Toolit [prod. Purin2k14]

Produced By: Dani Kiyoko
Mixed & Mastered By: Dani Kiyoko

Lyrics: 
Yea they won’t stop till that risk is red
I don’t give a fuck unless I’m rich or dead
You wan spin that block? 
Well spend some fuckin cash
Yea yo bitch a thot 
She goin for the cash
I got money I got drugs
Can’t fuck with a fed 
I ain’t Talkin allat nonsense 
Bitch go back to bed
Swear I get it off that muscle 
Bitch I’m really fed
Pop out pop out with them sticks
Until you Fuckin dead

Yuh my wrist, my wrist it wet like a flood
I’m ridin round yea with my slatt my slime
Yea free my blood
Oh yea finna rock out
Cus these fuck ass niggas ain’t really on nun
Oh yea finna pop out
Cus these fuck ass niggas ain’t gon do nun
Oh yea go slide with the guns tho
Got a bag like this wit a Draco
My nigga gon slime when I say so
Yea I’m pourin that shh inna faygo
Finna ball out OG fazo
Wan talk shit? Better lay low
Got a bad ahh bih like j-lo 
I fuck a bad ahh bitch everyday tho

Yea they won’t stop till that risk is red
I don’t give a fuck unless I’m rich or dead
You wan spin that block? 
Well spend some fuckin cash
Yea yo bitch a thot 
She goin for the cash
I got money I got drugs
Can’t fuck with a fed 
I ain’t Talkin allat nonsense 
Bitch go back to bed
Swear I get it off that muscle 
Bitch I’m really fed
Pop out pop out with them sticks
Until you Fuckin dead

Yuh my wrist, my wrist it wet like a flood
I’m ridin round yea with my slatt my slime
Yea free my blood
Oh yea finna rock out
Cus these fuck ass niggas ain’t really on nun
Oh yea finna pop out
Cus these fuck ass niggas ain’t gon do nun

Back To Bed

Produced By: Dani Kiyoko
Mix & Mastered By: Dani Kiyoko

Lyrics:
Oh yea we finna kill it
Do that shii for the gram jus reel it
Put yo Draco to the ceiling 
Yea my chop real long
Yea that bih wan hit my bong
Yea that bih wan sing my song 
But I cannot do no wrong
But I’m onnat with some killers
And my niggas out here some drillers
Yea I bought that bih some fillers
Yea I run that block like a dealer
Harajuku my fit 
With my bih yea throwin a fit
Tryna copy my drip
Went and bought some brand new Rick

Put a stone yea right on my wrist
Hmm prada my wrist
Finna prada my bitch
Put yo hoe on my list yea yea
Bet not look at my bitch
Get hit wit that shit yea yea
Wan copy my drip
Get slimed innat whip yea yea

This bih so bad
Yea this bih so bad like this I feel like ya
My bitch gon crash 
My bitch gon crash about me yea like yea
Feel like ya feel like ya
Feel like this I feel like ya
Yea I do not feel no fear
Yea my patna talk that real

Oh yea we finna kill it
Do that shii for the gram jus reel it
Put yo Draco to the ceiling 
Yea my chop real long
Yea that bih wan hit my bong
Yea that bih wan sing my song 
But I cannot do no wrong
But I’m onnat with some killers
And my niggas out here some drillers
Yea I bought that bih some fillers
Yea I run that block like a dealer
Harajuku my fit 
With my bih yea throwin a fit
Tryna copy my drip
Went and bought some brand new Rick

Harajuku

Produced By Me
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
Pretty luh hoe like a Barbie
Rockin that red on red like-
Rockin that red on red like carti
Fuck what you said what you said like-
Fuck what you said I can’t say sorry
With my slime with my slatt yah baby
With the gang like that go crazy brazy
Sit back and pop them tags, them tags (x4)

Yea spinnit back
Spinnat (x3) bag
Pop that rag
I’m talkin like- my rag
Slurring my words when I’m off them drugs
Servin that muhfuckin shit I’m the plug
Sippin more red than a muhfuckin blood
Look at my ice that shit be on flood
Rockin red on red,
with a bad ahh bitch wan copy my swag 
If I walk in the mall luh bitch,
Goddamn I spend me a bag
Smokin that dro
I got that pack
It go for the low
I’m with luh twin
We doin some shit you don’t know 

Pretty luh hoe like a Barbie
Rockin that red on red like-
Rockin that red on red like carti
Fuck what you said what you said like-
Fuck what you said I can’t say sorry
With my slime with my slatt yah baby
With the gang like that go crazy brazy
Sit back and pop them tags, them tags (x4)

Yea spinnit back
Spinnat (x3) bag
Pop that rag
I’m talkin like- my rag
Slurring my words when I’m off them drugs
Servin that muhfuckin shit I’m the plug
Sippin more red than a muhfuckin blood
Look at my ice that shit be on flood

Barbie

Produced By Me
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lryics:
I got a hunnid luh bih wan flex
Offa dat X can’t get no rest
Cmon say it wit yo chest
Bit in her neck I feel like vlad
Ya bih wan fuck in my pad
Offa dat shit I’m way too rad
He call me a bih cus I’m too bad
Ya whole lotta whole lotta racks
Whole lotta whole lotta stacks
Puttin that bih right on her back 
I’m with my slime that bih spinnit back
I need all my cash I’m takin them racks
My bitch she don’t lie she say I’m the best
Ride around town we stay with a vest
I got the baddest bitch she the best

Offa dat offa dat (x2)
Offa dat Molly 
I want smoke 
I call up santana
I ain’t talkin Molly 
Damn I’m running late just look at the timing
Designer fabric check out the lining
Ya a whole lotta ass she be shakin that shit
I step in that bih smokin dro
My bitch she smokin gelato 
She totin that shit she totin that pole
I got a whole lotta choppas
I’m totin that shit yea right in my clothes 
I’m really right from the south 
Luh bitch yea I’m throwin them 4’s

I put a whole lotta work innat bih
I put a whole lotta work innat said I- (x4)

I got a hunnid luh bih wan flex
Offa dat X can’t get no rest
Cmon say it wit yo chest
Bit in her neck I feel like vlad
Ya bih wan fuck in my pad
Offa dat shit I’m way too rad
He call me a bih cus I’m too bad
Ya whole lotta whole lotta racks
Whole lotta whole lotta stacks
Puttin that bih right on her back 
I’m with my slime that bih spinnit back
I need all my cash I’m takin them racks
My bitch she don’t lie she say I’m the best
Ride around town we stay with a vest
I got the baddest bitch she the best

Molly**

Produced By bbysizzun + me
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
Yea you wan talk bout racks? Cool
Yea her pussy right, and she got a attitude 
Yea bags at the top, lotta racks too
Yea nut right on her back like a tattoo 
Yea takin back swag, know my swag cool
Better yet, got ya hoe in my likes too
Way too pretty like I won a beauty pageant 
Lotta hoes, lotta racks that I’m havin

Say they tired of me
They tryna get my recipe 
Different pedigree 
Yea imma beast you can’t set free
Lotta hoes on my phone
Too ahead of me
Told yo bitch I made it,
And she say that she real proud of me
Huh, kick that back yea
Get that bag yea
I’m with swegg yuh
Get that bag yuh
This that bag yuh
Gotcha bitch in the back tryna lay up

Yea you wan talk bout racks? Cool
Yea her pussy right, and she got a attitude 
Yea bags at the top, lotta racks too
Yea nut right on her back like a tattoo 
Yea takin back swag, know my swag cool
Better yet, got ya hoe in my likes too
Way too pretty like I won a beauty pageant 
Lotta hoes, lotta racks that I’m havin

Attitude

Produced By Me
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
So sexy
So sexy yuh
So sassy
Kno my bitch so sassy yuh
That my bestfriend 
I just be like go luh bestfriend yuh
She like you wan fuck?
I told that bitch I’m just like yuh
Let’s get high (x2)
Smoke that fye (x2)
Enjoy the ride (x2)
Yea yuh (x2)

Whole lotta hoes (x3)
I like freaky hoes
Yea them hoes that touch they toes
I’m like YSL, trackhawk, hillside 
Bitch I throw my 4s
Wock in my cup
Pourin it up
Yea I’m pourin it up
I like freaky hoes
Heard you bitch she was a slut
Yea I fuck that bitch until that she had enough
Kno my bitch she want that bag so I run it up
Twin gon hit my phone I’m just like wassup
Yea like wassup (x3)
Whole lotta hoes they fuckin it up
In the function way too turnt I’m like turn it up
Yea that nigga talkin shit put him up

So sexy
So sexy yuh
So sassy
Kno my bitch so sassy yuh
That my bestfriend 
I just be like go luh bestfriend yuh
She like you wan fuck?
I told that bitch I’m just like yuh
Let’s get high (x2)
Smoke that fye (x2)
Enjoy the ride (x2)
Yea yuh (x2)

So Sassy

Produced By Me & Expressiv
Mixed & Mastered By Me & Sutetchi

Tetchi Flow (feat. I$AIAX + Koymagz + Blank + Sicksninthlife + Zombieparty + Chemsblood)

Produced By Chemsblood
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
5 luh bands, right on top of his head now is he gon slide again
Lie again, promise that stupid ass bitch gon lie again
Time again, I just told that boy yea it’s my time again
Try again, I’m in dat hellcat speed down the road yea try again
Got sticks in the air back luh bitch let’s talk bout gunplay
Too dead like this luh bitch I feel like a zombie 
Max out max out ape just like harambe
Finna treat that hoe like that Cus yea she my bae

Wanna talk like this?
Wanna talk like that?
Well run them ones
Finna take my bitch on a shopping spree let’s spend some funds
Oh yea my bitch she so damn fine she love my guns
Ask if I got racks luh bitch yea I got tons
Hadda shout out my twin for the one time I said shout out solange
I feel like I’m Kurt cobain I’m way too grunge
My bitch she say I’m way too rude, I’m way too sassy
I love it when she talk like that, she way too sexy

5 luh bands, right on top of his head now is he gon slide again
Lie again, promise that stupid ass bitch gon lie again
Time again, I just told that boy yea it’s my time again
Try again, I’m in dat hellcat speed down the road yea try again
Got sticks in the air back luh bitch let’s talk bout gunplay
Too dead like this luh bitch I feel like a zombie 
Max out max out ape just like harambe
Finna treat that hoe like that Cus yea she my bae

Zombeh

Produced By: Me + Fooly + Whereisreef
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Location Lyrics:
Ha, throwin racks like go
Told shawty go head drop it low
Yea nigga wanna talk wassup?
Yah nigga want some smoke? Go head drop the lo
Feel like Playboi carti let it go
Lil Uzi tucked walk around with it cold
Yea bitch in my bag yea I rack that coat
Yea whole lotta niggas sayin I’m the goat
Say that I’m the goat
I taught em how to float
Like a butterfly bitch I taught em how to float
I rock designer huh, kick I put it on my toe
I hadda let ya know

Yea count that fetti 
Oh yea like count that fetti
Oh yea like is you ready
I told that bitch you ready
Nigga count it daily
Hunnid bands stack it daily
Hadda switch up my swag yea free melly

Ha, throwin racks like go
Told shawty go head drop it low
Yea nigga wanna talk wassup?
Yah nigga want some smoke? Go head drop the lo
Feel like Playboi carti let it go
Lil Uzi tucked walk around with it cold
Yea bitch in my bag yea I rack that coat
Yea whole lotta niggas sayin I’m the goat
Say that I’m the goat
I taught em how to float
Like a butterfly bitch I taught em how to float
I rock designer huh, kick I put it on my toe
I hadda let ya know

Steppa Lyrics:
Step step step
Walk around town with my gang gon step
I got a g19 in my booksack promise to god I’m finna go step
Promise to god if you uppin dat stick at my gang, yea we havin no fear
Up in that club that bitch she shakin her ass, I hit from the rear
Whole lotta guns in the air
You talk down, huh we finna flash 
Hop innat brand new jag skrtt I’m finna crash 
Whole lotta fiends in the back
We spinnin yo block
Bltt flippin yo car
Better watch yo bitch god damn she texting my phone
She say imma star

I sending my bitch right out to LA
G19 it’s hittin yo belly
Whole lotta hoes they hittin my celly 
I need that cash 
I need that Fetty
Kickin that pack down the field like a punt
I’m hittin yo bitch yea right from the front 
This some brand new ice yea I’m finna stunt

Feel like may finalgurl, huh I’m just way too kunt
All up on my dick bitch wipe yo mouth when ya done
I need me some fast shit
Spinnat lot on the run
All these Niggas block food on my phone yea I’m done
Swear to god I’m the one

Step step step
Walk around town with my gang gon step
I got a g19 in my booksack promise to god I’m finna go step
Promise to god if you uppin dat stick at my gang, yea we havin no fear
Up in that club that bitch she shakin her ass, I hit from the rear
Whole lotta guns in the air
You talk down, huh we finna flash 
Hop innat brand new jag skrtt I’m finna crash 
Whole lotta fiends in the back
We spinnin yo block
Bltt flippin yo car
Better watch yo bitch god damn she texting my phone
She say imma star

I sending my bitch right out to LA
G19 it’s hittin yo belly
Whole lotta hoes they hittin my celly 
I need that cash 
I need that Fetty
Kickin that pack down the field like a punt
I’m hittin yo bitch yea right from the front 
This some brand new ice yea I’m finna stunt

Location/Steppa (feat. ###bloodybrat)

Produced By: Me + Egobreak + Prettifun
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
Yea Racks, gotta have it woah 
Shawty yea she gotta spending habit woah
Nigga way too cool how u steppin woah
Yea glocks in my bag know I tote it woah
White bih sayin that I’m way too cool
On the southside, slatt know I’m way too bool
Nigga want smoke? Gang tote a fuckin tool
Yea shawty pussy wet, sumn like a pool
She a witch bitch
Which bitch wan get hit
Yea sumn like, like a hit stick
I blow a bag hell yuh, like a rich bitch
Yea shawty don’t stop, she efficient 

Flex (x5)
Got my hunnids up
With my twin hell yuh, finna runnit up
With yo bitch hell yuh, finna fuck her yuh
All I know is flex, like osama yuh

Hey, get za like doja
I really told ya
I’m finna roll up
I’m havin more yuh
I thought I told ya
I’m finna pull up
That Glock gon blow shit back!
How to act, taught shawty how to act
Is ya smokin crack?
Shawty on her back
I’m smokin pack
I can’t lack
That’s a fact
Keep it cool yuh

Like talk down we gon blow ya
I’m smokin onnat doja
I’m in her cat like doja
I swear I do it for ya
I can’t if I don’t know ya
Oh yuh, like yea like yuh
I count them racks like yuh
Oh yea like yuh
I’m with yo hoe like yuh

Yea Racks, gotta have it woah 
Shawty yea she gotta spending habit woah
Nigga way too cool how u steppin woah
Yea glocks in my bag know I tote it woah
White bih sayin that I’m way too cool
On the southside, slatt know I’m way too bool
Nigga want smoke? Gang tote a fuckin tool
Yea shawty pussy wet, sumn like a pool
She a witch bitch
Which bitch wan get hit
Yea sumn like, like a hit stick
I blow a bag hell yuh, like a rich bitch
Yea shawty don’t stop, she efficient 

Flex (x5)
Got my hunnids up
With my twin hell yuh, finna runnit up
With yo bitch hell yuh, finna fuck her yuh
All I know is flex, like osama yuh

Witch (Woah!)

Produced By: Me & Virusdies
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
Yea imma trap steppa
Need bad ahh bitch like Bella
With my twin, my tether 
808 too loud up innat bih can’t hear like Keller 
I smoke this za like this, I’m way too high I float like feather
I swear my bae so funny
X up in her fuckin tummy
Yea that boy a fuckin dummy
Slatt, yea my nose is runny
I’m on the Southside, I’m on the south, yea for the culture
Told that bih just let me fuck cus girl I want ya
She takin pics up on the gram she tryna taunt ya
I told my twin, told my slime, do what I taught ya

Ya step step stilettos
Know my slime they rockin red tho
Yea my gang gon pop like kettle 
Yea I cannot talk to fed tho
In my bag I cannot settle
Told my twin keep yo head up
Got my bread up, we gon set up
She a vampire like Bella
Say I love ya, but I’m realer
Innat back ya I can’t hear ya
With my twin like we don’t feel ya
Get yo whole block lit up ya
Huh, range truck x & o
Innat party way too lit I’m poppin acid tho
Feel like Playboi carti, bitch I’m boutta let it go

Yea imma trap steppa
Need bad ahh bitch like Bella
With my twin, my tether 
808 too loud up innat bih can’t hear like Keller 
I smoke this za like this, I’m way too high I float like feather
I swear my bae so funny
X up in her fuckin tummy
Yea that boy a fuckin dummy
Slatt, yea my nose is runny
I’m on the Southside, I’m on the south, yea for the culture
Told that bih just let me fuck cus girl I want ya
She takin pics up on the gram she tryna taunt ya
I told my twin, told my slime, do what I taught ya

Suteppā

Produced By: Me & M8i
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
Ya, check (x4)
Ya, nigga like wait, wasting time
All these niggas tryna hate, yea take my shine
Like yea I’m tryna fuck, shawty fine
Ya Goodmorning, I’m tryna flex it flex it
X up on my chest, I’m talkin hex it hex it
I see the bad blood around, I’m tryna press it press it 
Ya brand new glock, I’m tryna test it test it

Yuh bitch I’m on yo block, I’m finna bless it bless it
Ya, thot up in that whip, finna wreck it wreck it
White hoe yea she so rich
My man gon fuck yo bitch
Yo hoe gon make my list
Got brand new ice on my wrist
Oh yea my bitch so slutty 
I’m on them drugs
She jumpin like a bunny
Yea, flex (4)
Flex on sumn
I told yo bitch yea look at my diamonds
Know my shit so sunny

Ya, check (x4)
Ya, nigga like wait, wasting time
All these niggas tryna hate, yea take my shine
Like yea I’m tryna fuck, shawty fine
Ya Goodmorning, I’m tryna flex it flex it
X up on my chest, I’m talkin hex it hex it
I see the bad blood around, I’m tryna press it press it 
Ya brand new glock, I’m tryna test it test it

Check (feat. Kura)

Produced By: Me & M8i
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
Whole lotta money (x4)
Dick in her tummy (x4)
Bih, huh ion wanna reach 
But you on tiktok
I just got some riches
I’m smokin big za
Yea my hoe gon hiss
Hoe on my list yea, I just wanna hit it hit

Got purple like a laker
I’m flexin till my face hurt
Yea imma money getter
Oh yea they know I’m richer 
I count that guap like Richard
I’m on his head like header 
Big money spender
Oh yea I’m a better

Got racks so bad like this I’m countin peso
Yea that hoe so bad she doin what I say so
She lookin at me like luh daddy countin bankroll
I’m innat trap totin on that fuckin Draco
I got that pole, told that boy go head and lay low
She wanna take a trip, fly out to Barbados
Boy trappin, told em free the hoe yea
If it’s boutta bitch I might leave the hoe yea 

Whole lotta money (x4)
Dick in her tummy (x4)
Bih, huh ion wanna reach 
But you on tiktok
I just got some riches
I’m smokin big za
Yea my hoe gon hiss
Hoe on my list yea, I just wanna hit it hit

Flexer

Produced By: Me & M8i
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
What I look like cappin
Told that boy to tap in
Yea I’m real life Trappin
Tryna copy my fashion 
In the hotel mansion
Yea that hoe wan tap in
All them racks I’m cashin

Yea, need a bad bih like Kylie 
I’m finna let it go like carti
Yea my whole fit is Marni
I’m innat trap countin money
Twin runnin late, yea she tardy 
That boy he broke, kinda funny
I’m on yo block come and find me

All that money, they wan flex out flex out
Racks, It bring some cash out 
Yea that hoe she was a crash out
Take that X until she pass out
Need them hunnids, yea the fast route
Yea that boy too slow, he lag out
Fuck that hoe and make her tap out
I ain’t hearing what they talk bout

Hope they learn they lesson
Yea im right outside and I’m flexin flexin
Finna ride with my bestfriend
Hadda show that boy how im steppin steppin
Yo hoe in my caption, yea she all up in my mentions mentions 
Yea the life I’m livin? Well I hope they see my vision vision

Yea, all the racks they call me
Let’s get some money
I count like 40
All black like carti
While I’m rockin marni 
My hoe she funny
Cmon and charm me

What I look like cappin
Told that boy to tap in
Yea I’m real life Trappin
Tryna copy my fashion 
In the hotel mansion
Yea that hoe wan tap in
All them racks I’m cashin

Yea, need a bad bih like Kylie 
I’m finna let it go like carti
Yea my whole fit is Marni
I’m innat trap countin money
Twin runnin late, yea she tardy 
That boy he broke, kinda funny
I’m on yo block come and find me

All that money, they wan flex out flex out
Racks, It bring some cash out 
Yea that hoe she was a crash out
Take that X until she pass out
Need them hunnids, yea the fast route
Yea that boy too slow, he lag out
Fuck that hoe and make her tap out
I ain’t hearing what they talk bout

Kylie Jenner (feat. Jay Moncler & Nezzus)

Produced By: Me & M8i
Mixed & Mastered By Me 

Lyrics:
Huh? Wait need a minute
Countin cash, I just need a minute
I got foreign hoes, yea I admit it
Got prada, bad hoe, I just need a minute
Yea wait, huh, yea a finesser
I told yo bitch, she suck it better
Good money Trappin
They say what happen?
I’m posted with my gang, these Niggas like what happen?

Luh tetchi goin up they like yea what happen?
He say he havin racks, but that nigga cappin
He say they havin straps, yea my nigga packin
Hollup countin cake
New moves in Cali
That bitch in LA
Take to the Telly 
My hoe so sassy
She so damn sexy
My hoe yea they some witches, they comin out
That bitch she want my riches, I kick her out
These niggas swim like fishes, they runnin out
All these Niggas in my business, they finding out
That I’m the one
My racks they weigh a ton
I’m on the track straight flash 
Yea I feel like one

Huh? Wait need a minute
Countin cash, I just need a minute
I got foreign hoes, yea I admit it
Got prada, bad hoe, I just need a minute
Yea wait, huh, yea a finesser
I told yo bitch, she suck it better
Good money Trappin
They say what happen?
I’m posted with my gang, these Niggas like what happen?

Minute

Produced By: Me & M8i
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
Whole gang full of pussy
Fly out to New York, I’m posted with luh cookie
Yea, hoe they like my music look how far it took me
Yea, yo bitch say she love me put dick up her tushy

Wait, know some killas yea from hollygrove 
Niggas tryna get like this, they tryna break the code
On a whole new wave my nigga throw the 4
Drac up in my hand, you talkin down we finna let it go
Wake up in the morning like oh shit luh bitch I’m countin racks
I got a hunnid thotties posted in them Fuckin traps
I’m smokin big dope but I cannot smoke no blacks
All these labels hit my phone, they say they love my tracks
Yea, I need me a rack I’m shippin out that pack
I’m on that southside posted with the gang, can’t fuck with rats
Yea these niggas ain’t no killas, talkin project pat 
Yea that hoe she purrin in my ear like a cat

Oh shit, yea, that money talkin
That money talkin
So move with caution
Move with caution
My gang, they walked in
Oh yea we walked in
Them people stalkin

Whole gang full of pussy
Fly out to New York, I’m posted with luh cookie
Yea, hoe they like my music look how far it took me
Yea, yo bitch say she love me put dick up her tushy

Wait, know some killas yea from hollygrove 
Niggas tryna get like this, they tryna break the code
On a whole new wave my nigga throw the 4
Drac up in my hand, you talkin down we finna let it go
Wake up in the morning like oh shit luh bitch I’m countin racks
I got a hunnid thotties posted in them Fuckin traps
I’m smokin big dope but I cannot smoke no blacks
All these labels hit my phone, they say they love my tracks
Yea, I need me a rack I’m shippin out that pack
I’m on that southside posted with the gang, can’t fuck with rats
Yea these niggas ain’t no killas, talkin project pat 
Yea that hoe she purrin in my ear like a cat

iLOVENY<3

Produced By: Me & M8i
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
Yea, X in my cup leave me stuck in the past tense
I make some racks cus my bitch wan live lavish
If imma bitch then I’m the baddest bitch, cashin
I got my straps, I’m like boy is you packin?
I fuck yo bitch, yea yo bitch so bad I’m tappin
I’m on the Southside livin cool, I ain’t cappin
Yea that last tape that you drop? Boy we trashin

All my racks say they cool, countin money
Taste that bitch, she so sweet just like honey 
I’m in dover street, say that they love me
Me and twin, we so bad, way too kunty

Countin money (x8)
Get a bag yea count some riches
Can’t talk to no luh ahh bitches
Can’t fuck with some luh ahh snitches
Make em swim, yea just like fishes
Luh tetchi, yea I rock stitches 
That bih wan count my stitches
That bih wan count my digits
Got em quiet, sumn like crickets
Sexy, jumpin just like bunny
I like countin allat money
Niggas, yea they way too funny
Wipe my nose, I’m slime, I’m runny 

Yea, X in my cup leave me stuck in the past tense
I make some racks cus my bitch wan live lavish
If imma bitch then I’m the baddest bitch, cashin
I got my straps, I’m like boy is you packin?
I fuck yo bitch, yea yo bitch so bad I’m tappin
I’m on the Southside livin cool, I ain’t cappin
Yea that last tape that you drop? Boy we trashin

Lavish (feat. I$AIAX)

Produced By: Me & M8i
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
Money too long yea I got these niggas waitin
And I don’t really care about yea what they sayin
Oh yea she listen to me, oh yea my song be playin 
Smoke ganja like Jamaican 
Gon cook that boy like bacon
I told that girl have patience 
These niggas talkin down, like boy that’s a violation
Tryna look at the racks I’m makin
In the club yea we snuck that k in
All the drugs and the X I’m takin

Yea and my bih so bad
White hoe yea say that I’m rad
He got left in the past like a fad
And luh shawty wan come to my pad
Finna skrtt I’m that wraith, need a jag
For my bitch, yea I bought a new bag
Yea I promise that I’m in my bag
Movin slow yea that boy got some lag
In the mall yea I pop me a tag
Got that drac in my hand imma flash
Innat whip finna skrtt, we gon crash
Pop a perc yea it go to my head
And that bitch wanna get in my bed
Hell nah I can’t talk to no fed
Like a zombie I walk with the dead
Oh yea, that bitch gimme head

Yea walk with a k tho
Outside yea with a bih, count peso
I’m outside, I walk with that fye, Walk around town and they do what I say so
That Molly it go to my head, it fuck me right up, but I don’t do k tho
Molly sand tan in my kup, yea lightskin brown shit, look like latto
And I’m outside walk around town with a bad ahh bitch and her body like J-lo
Got 556 innat back of my whip, goddamn nigga betta just stay low
Like goddamn nigga wanna talk on my gang and shit, we knock off his halo
Yea I can’t talk about that shit boy it’s not in my payroll

Money too long yea I got these niggas waitin
And I don’t really care about yea what they sayin
Oh yea she listen to me, oh yea my song be playin 
Smoke ganja like Jamaican 
Gon cook that boy like bacon
I told that girl have patience 
These niggas talkin down, like boy that’s a violation
Tryna look at the racks I’m makin
In the club yea we snuck that k in
All the drugs and the X I’m takin

Yea and my bih so bad
White hoe yea say that I’m rad
He got left in the past like a fad
And luh shawty wan come to my pad
Finna skrtt I’m that wraith, need a jag
For my bitch, yea I bought a new bag
Yea I promise that I’m in my bag
Movin slow yea that boy got some lag

Violation

Produced By: Me & Split
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
Bih so bad I take her 
Chain round my neck hellraiser 
Ice ride round my wrist like a sailor
Girl I ain’t no hero I can’t save ya 
Nigga lookin at me like a savior
If that boy my opp, imma face ya

I’m in that party it’s too lit it’s like a rager 
All them bad ahh bitches say they love me love me
All them fuckin racks, they wan fuck me fuck me
Yea that drac go blatt right into yo tummy
You could never top me
My twin he tote a tommy
Like Girl I love yo body
I say that she a hotty
I’m takin x and Molly
White hoe her name was Kylie
Yea that perc in my body, they could never stop me
Yea that money touch right, change my pulse
With my twin, and I won’t take a loss
Shawty fine like woah I’m havin thoughts 
In that mall shoppin, yea like fuck the cost

Shinsen Ōra

Produced By: Me & Zayok
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
She wan get in my bed yuh
Luh shawty a fan yuh (hey, hey)
Tryna get some head yuh (hey, hey)
Tryna get in my head yuh (hey, hey)
Like yea my hoe so sassy (hey, hey) [x4]

Off of them drugs and shit like woah
Shawty so fine like shit like woah
Make some cash then prada my hoe
Proud of my twin like yea leggo
Building my bread like a fuckin Lego
Got a brand new stick inside of my coat
Shawty wan ride on my dick like a boat

I taught that luh boy how to float
I taught that luh boy how to flow
Luh shawty wan come to my show
Me and gang we makin a whole lotta money
Yea that shit gonna show
Throw some racks like that yea woah
Luh shawty wan get real low yuh

She wan get in my bed yuh
Luh shawty a fan yuh (hey, hey)
Tryna get some head yuh (hey, hey)
Tryna get in my head yuh (hey, hey)
Like yea my hoe so sassy (hey, hey) [x4]

So Sassy 2

Produced By: Me + Split + Kayofrvr
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
Racks out for the fuckin weekend finna pop with the blood
With twin on the southside, promise that it’s all really love
Put some ice on my wrist like goddamn bitch, and I promise it’s all on you
Me and twin tryna blow from the start like goddamn, it’s all on you
Me and gang finna flex out, flex out, flex out, flex out, flex on you
Yea like all that I do, I promise I do it for you

Yea you (x3)
Like yea where the money at?
I post with my gang, I’m smokin that za, that shit give me cardiac 
Yo hoe is a fan, that bitch is a bop, she like where Chem at?
These niggas on dick, they riding my wave, yea need to chillat

These niggas wan hang with luh tetchi, tryna see yea where we chill at
RIP to my luh cuz, yea that luh boy he was big slatt
Yea, wock in my kup and that X in my cup, am I really gon sip that?
Yea, shawty wan ride on my dick tonite, she like do you feel that?

I count hella money
Oh that bih like ya, on my dick like bunny
Put dick right in her tummy
And my bitch like yea yea, my bitch to kunty
Promise that I’m on southside, and all these niggas love me

Oh yea I got swag
Boy I been in my bag
Got a whole lotta racks in my jeans, oh yea that shit finna sag

Racks out for the fuckin weekend finna pop with the blood
With twin on the southside, promise that it’s all really love
Put some ice on my wrist like goddamn bitch, and I promise it’s all on you
Me and twin tryna blow from the start like goddamn, it’s all on you
Me and gang finna flex out, flex out, flex out, flex out, flex on you
Yea like all that I do, I promise I do it for you

Yea you (x3)
Like yea where the money at?
I post with my gang, I’m smokin that za, that shit give me cardiac 
Yo hoe is a fan, that bitch is a bop, she like where Chem at?
These niggas on dick, they riding my wave, yea need to chillat

ForU

Produced By: Me + Zayn + M8i
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
Like alright, I just let it go
For the nite, she wan suck my soul
Hit it from the right, she like baby woah
Oh yea oh yea, my nigga let it show
Yea I’m off that perc luh bitch, gotta let you know
Like yea my twin real rich, rock designer woah
Finna pop out on that bitch, finna take her soul
Finna make that luh nigga glitch, finna break his code

Yea my bitch so sassy
I like when she talkin messy
Punt that pack down the field, man I feel like messi
Aye yo hoe she hit my phone sayin that she miss me
Aye that bitch she lookin at me like yea can you kiss me?
Allat X in my body, swear to god it hit me
Yea that bitch she got body, she like can ya hit me?
She wan go, she wan ride, driving through my city
Me and twin, we got drunk, yea we way too litty

Yea that bad ahh bitch outside
wanna take a ride
Yea my way
This life I live real long
Sumn like a highway
Yea my hoe gon flash if it ain’t done my way
All them racks in my hand luh ahh bitch it’s my day 

Like alright, I just let it go
For the nite, she wan suck my soul
Hit it from the right, she like baby woah
Oh yea oh yea, my nigga let it show
Yea I’m off that perc luh bitch, gotta let you know
Like yea my twin real rich, rock designer woah
Finna pop out on that bitch, finna take her soul
Finna make that luh nigga glitch, finna break his code

Yea my bitch so sassy
I like when she talkin messy
Punt that pack down the field, man I feel like messi
Aye yo hoe she hit my phone sayin that she miss me
Aye that bitch she lookin at me like yea can you kiss me?

Hatsune Miku (Kiss Me)

Produced By: Me + Bbysizzun + Usr0 + Swagnvy
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
Paparazzi camera flashin like a shootout
I got some roxy in that if you wan cool out
Caught my opp at the show pull my tool out
Slut truck switch lanes, yea that new route
Make some money tryna flex on you
All these hoes say they love me too
On my own can’t depend on you
Innat vert tryna stunt on you

Yea, YSL countin cash, so long
All that hate yea it’s makin me strong
All these hoes yea they singing my song
Fuck 12 yea we don’t get along

Yea, huh, yea these niggas wan copy my style
Got ya luh hoe in the back, I promise yea that she just screaming like wow
Yea za in the back like, puffin that shit, smokin that loud
I’m with my gang, I swear to god that I’m makin em proud 

Paparazzi camera flashin like a shootout
I got some roxy in that if you wan cool out
Caught my opp at the show pull my tool out
Slut truck switch lanes, yea that new route
Make some money tryna flex on you
All these hoes say they love me too
On my own can’t depend on you
Innat vert tryna stunt on you

Yea, YSL countin cash, so long
All that hate yea it’s makin me strong
All these hoes yea they singing my song
Fuck 12 yea we don’t get along

#SL*t Truck <333

Produced By: Me & M8i
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
Huh, maybach truck in the back like this, and I’m smokin that loud too
Got a bad bitch on her knees, I’m like hoe who you cryin to?
My twin way too high, I say that I’m fried too
Yea my gang stay swag, I say that I’m fly too
Pick 6 on that boy yea he way too lil
Like if there’s a will, imma kill, imma fuckin spill
Gave that boy my swag, all my style, like I’m uncle Phil
Like it’s 2014, with my gang, know we way too trill 
At the top, I’m just countin money, and I’m poppin still
Slatt, with my blood onnat block, and we slimey still
I’m on that block with my brothers, know we slide with steel
With my twin, with my slime, know she keep it real

Motto (feat. Lucy Bedroque)

Produced By: Me + M8i
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
Yea nigga want my recipe? Yea yea
Hoe, they want my swag for free? Yea yea yea
Hoe just wanna fuck on me? Yea yea
Hoe just wanna suck on me? Yea yea yea

Cool in the back like this, I pull that widebody 
Shawty got a BBL, widebody
I’m like girl, meet me there, you a hotty
They wan try me
Yea I’m with my twin, too slimey


Dani Verse: 
Hollup I got racks bitch 
X up onnat floor
I got money like a fat bitch
Yea I’m like leggo
Yea they think I sold my soul
Yea that bih wan suck my soul
Yea that boy they want my flow
Got some racks, I need some mo
Yea that bitch she was a hoe
Champagne shower on her toe
Put that bih in moncler coat
Got some racks, ya know it float
I can’t sink, I’m a boat 
Yea they swear that I’m the goat
Big ahh Draco that I tote
Yea it’s murder that she wrote
Woah

Yea Yea (feat. Kura)

Produced By: Me + Bbysizzun + Usr0
Mixed & Mastered By Me

Lyrics:
Yea, I’m like girl what’s the hollup?
Huh, shawty so damn bad, Yea I might fold her
Yea, me and twin so rad, finna go up
Yea yo hoe so trash, I’m like yea she tore up
I feel like I’m Demi Lovato
The racks, yea I follow
Yea they be riding my wave
These niggas wan follow
That bitch on my dick like woah
She really wan swallow
Got these niggas sad
Huh, they finna go wallow

On a whole new wave, got the racks out
Yea that bitch so fine, got her ass out
Finna walk round that mall, yea I cash out
And her body so good, make me tap out 
Yea them hunnids, they makin me pass out
Me and twin innat whip finna ride out 
That be my slime, can’t back out
Furry luh hoe with her tail out

With a whole lotta ass like ya
With a whole lotta racks like ya
With a hole lotta stacks like ya
And her body so good, cannot pull out
Yea that perc in my gut make me chill out
Yea I up at a opp, pull my stick
Want smoke? My twin got that tool out
Ya

Yea, I’m like girl what’s the hollup?
Huh, shawty so damn bad, Yea I might fold her
Yea, me and twin so rad, finna go up
Yea yo hoe so trash, I’m like yea she tore up
I feel like I’m Demi Lovato
The racks, yea I follow
Yea they be riding my wave
These niggas wan follow
That bitch on my dick like woah
She really wan swallow
Got these niggas sad
Huh, they finna go wallow

Demi Lovato (feat. Chem Sin)

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