BLACK.FITS

Stained Up

DIE (Prod. DrugSlutt)

Scared of Heights (short version)

Flyy Shii

Do For Me? (Ft. DeathByProxy)

NO LUv ft missy

Reaper (FT. MISSY!)

TWEAK!N

FAINT

You Copy All My Moves I Should Sue Someone😈🦇

No Fear (Prod.Hxudini)

No Manager

pop uh pose ft missy.wav

One Day imma push a Rari doors go up no room for friends

Showdown1993 (Prod. Davys Gray)

Lyrics:


I need funds funds funds bitch enough is not enough
My dawg came back home with a sealed I told my dawggy pour it up
She said she love me im like yuck
Ion trust her take no plan b stupid bitch will throw it up 

We on drills no construction 
roll that boy up into skunky 
I’m so high feel like aliens abduct me
I’m so high feel like a junky 
I got knives feel like I’m chuckky 

Push a button start the whip
Couple racks will get you knocked like I know hitman 
You need work go head n hit me 
I got work who out here fienin 
Dirty money bring it here 
Lemme show you how to clean it 

Demons all around me yuh I need Jesus 
Shii I been thru gotta see it to believe it 
2025 Supreme this fit in season 
Ain’t no handouts in this world 
Just put in work and quit your leechin 

Everybody got they 2 cents 
No one practice what they preachin 
Goin hard for 36 straight and ion even sleep yet 
I put you on outta love 
You got to actin like I need ya 

But guess what I don’t 
Big dawg big CEO 
No you can’t have my soul 
WOA my heart made of gold 

I should just lock myself away 
Ion comin out until I make it 
Lamar Jackson with the plays 
you can’t grease me you get stained 
Gervonta Davis with the braids
You can never be me you too lame 

No more designer no more names
I think I’ll put that in the bank 
Got the Safe filled with dead faces 
Let’s put this business in your name 

Everyone like Dash the fuck you thinking 
Just trust something gotta change 
Someone gotta risk it might as well just be me 
You gotta risk it for the biscuit 
I’m out here starving needa eat 

I’m Walking On Air now (WOA)
Can’t let em keep walking over me 
My heart can’t take no more fake love
So just keep it real with me 
And imma keep it real with you 

Stay down and play your position 
The devil gon work hard when he see you winning 
You just gotta trust the vision
 










36 Hours (ProdByFly)

Lyrics:

In the trap I’m coach Pop I got the plays
Perky got me feelin like I’m YE 
Blicky work like Gretzky on the skates 
Got the stick on me I’m scorin fuck the Jake’s
No face no case I popped to many woke up the next day 
I still ain’t learn to pace it, Prlly better learn to pray
I know one day my time coming but for now, I’m okay
And when my time come bury me dripped in balmain 

You boys is just stains 
Everyday I wake up and get cake 
Whip the pot like I just beat up Bobby flay 
Deadfaces all I want go fill the safe 
How’d I know you’d someday cross me, triple cross me 
Chrome heart fit im too saucy 
Couldn’t be me if you wanted
My thoughts haunted

Said you loved me why’d you leave me all alone
I could get you loans from your phone 
BIN green means go 
Walking on air 
I’m with my WOA’s 
Bitch I’m blessed 
Feel like I’m chosen 
Watch your step 
You ain’t get the time of day if it ain’t bout a check 
If it’s bout a bag then it’s a bet 
Yeah a bitch who run her mouth is a threat 
I could think of better ways for you to use your lips 
Or you should use your ears and just listen 
I want my bitch to worship me like a religion 

Never had a pot to piss in 
I just got a wock prescription 

Guess today I’m syrup sippin 
I’m way up in the stars I’m on mars I’m off the bars i just passed out in the car and woke up with lock jaw 
Fill the woody up with za 
Molly got me hot 
I might slut her out 
I might pass her off
Switch lanes and go faster on em
Ridin in a demon but I prlly need a pastor 
GoYard bag on this plane I go far im way past ya

How my heart still cold 
Said you’d stick around forever now u leavin
Where your loyalty 
Why your friends keep gettin inbetween us 
Damn Gina
Is that how u feel or is that tequila 
Imagine if I got to actin like ion need ya 
I’m the bad guy huh 
I bet that’s what all your girlfriends feed ya
Fuck with them more than u fuck with me 
They not your friends they gon deceive ya

DashGotPack

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