Æ [Prod. HOUNDS]

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YUNG BAMBI:
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HOUNDS
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wait damn
Wait damn
Wait damn
Wait damn

ten fuck with no gang know better

Pull up with the check, no cheddar (cheddar cheese)

Stomach hurt I’m gone off lean
Don’t wanna piss it can’t leave me 

Too gone off this oxy 
now dis feeling like a fever dream (pass me a perc)

Pop out, no lean bean 
Drop that in my sprite with lean 
I got new Celine
Diamonds dripping, drip on me (wait!)

That’s his bitch on me
Not sorry that yo bitch on me (no I ain’t!)

30 clips on me 
Ride round dirty sticks on me
Ayo fuck that boy 
Nah that boy ain’t no kin to me 



That boy don’t do what he want 
No he jus do what he can (wait damn!)
Yeah we walk in with a stick 
Yeah we jus make it go blam (wait damn!)

Walked in that BIH with a bih
Left with another I can (wait damn!
Might have to hit on this bitch
But I said that I’m done fuckin fans (wait damn)

She got my dick in her throat
I call that lil BIH the goat (wait woah!)
She told me don’t slow yo roll
Aye lil bitch on go (wait woah!)

She wanna sip the lean I po’d
But bitch u ain’t build for this 4 (wait woah!)
She gotta hold the gun when I tote
She look so good when she pose 

That lil bitch so juicy 
But she dripped out in that Palm An’
That bitch she so boujie 
She ask Bambi for that new range 

Tomb raider
My bitch slide like Lara look like Tomb Raider

New flavors 
I was just at cookies Berner too creative 

So audacious 
When I’m with yo bitch she acting she persuasive 

Overrated!
Yo bitch in my crib she said your overrated!

Overrated!
All these rappers cappin bout these conversions 

All on the net talking shit that they not 
Somebody go need to tell em (STOP!) 
 
Acting surprised when we pull up and pop
Had to be the one to tell em (POP!)

Canada Dry when I’m sipping the drop 
I’m at the 7/11 (UH UH!)



That boy don’t do what he want 
No he jus do what he can (wait damn!)
Yeah we walk in with a stick 
Yeah we jus make it go blam (wait damn!)

Walked in that BIH with a bih
Left with another I can (wait damn!
Might have to hit on this bitch
But I said that I’m done fuckin fans (wait damn)

She got my dick in her throat
I call that lil BIH the goat (wait woah!)
She told me don’t slow yo roll
Aye lil bitch on go (wait woah!)

She wanna sip the lean I po’d
But bitch u ain’t build for this 4 (wait woah!)
She gotta hold the gun when I tote
She look so good when she pose

Overrated! [Prod. HOUNDS] Æ

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YUNG BAMBI:
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bro fuck san antonio this xan antonio
where the real xanx at

San Antone
Where we smoke that Dodi
Crack me an OE
Im tryna sip that 40

Leave Him DOA
Just like Rick & Morty
Bitch get out the way 
I hit the gas and floor it 

Black diamonds on my fingers 
Like licorice bitch 
Molly gave me wings 
I feel like Icarus bitch 

I rock that B.B. Simon
You can jus look at my wrist bitch
I stack this paper to the ceiling 
Like it’s Tetris bitch

I had to drop drop that hoe 
Because she was a treacherous bitch
Enough bout talking these hoes
Cause boy it’s Bambi In this bitch 

Winter coat on
Rock Arteryx in this bitch
Different colour money 
Boy we internationally rich

Diamond dance when we lit
Guns blast when we lit we 
Walk into the building
And I pour me up a 5th

On my gang I won’t switch
On my gang I won’t switch
If you try me or my gang
Know we pull up with them sticks

Oh we caught you boy lacking
That was tragic, tragic
Stripped of his drip 
Fast fashion, fashion

I just took yo bitch to the midnight mansion 
Just check her location I ain’t cappin

Flying to the ‘Tone
Bitch I’m coming
What the fuck’s regret bitch
I don’t right my wrongs

Ride like Armstrong
Bitch I’m living strong 
Latina bitch
And she told me she Orejon

Bitch I don’t write my songs 
Nah this shit of the dome
D O A M 
The CEO of DOAM

You bitch jus slurp my dick
When I sit on my throne
I call that bitch an Uber
E.T. Going home 


San Antone
Where we smoke that Dodi
Crack me an OE
Im tryna sip that 40

Leave Him DOA
Just like Rick & Morty
Bitch get out the way 
I hit the gas and floor it 

Diamond dance when we lit
Guns blast when we lit we 
Walk into the building
And I pour me up a 5th

On my gang I won’t switch
On my gang I won’t switch
If you try me or my gang
Know we pull up with them sticks

HOUNDS
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210 [Prod. HOUNDS]

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HOUNDS
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[HOOK]
Tempo Tempo 
Pop that BIH I’m 
Tempo Tempo 
Now I’m done

Tempo Tempo 
I’m gone find my
Tempo Tempo
She the one

Tempo Tempo
Pop that open
Tempo Tempo 
Let’s go dance 

Tempo Tempo
Pop dis molly 
Tempo Tempo
Pop these Xanx 

[VERSE]
Your hoe taking shit
but she illiterate 
Don’t care to peep his stack 
I got like 10 of it 

Cut me up some coke
I want a bit of it 
Popping like percocets
Like they some vitamins (POP THAT RP 30)

Can’t hit that hoe raw 
Cause I don’t fuck with kids (NOT MY BABY)
I can’t fuck with that 
But she can fuck with this 

Call that bitch the Dairy Queen
How she be licking shit 
In the trap I’m with yo bitch 
She know I’m flipping shit 

Choppa propane 
Blunt propane
Not the gang
We not the same man

My gang really banging
Yo gang barely stackin
Your opps they be braggin 
How they leave u tragic 

I blow like Bin Laden
While I climb this ladder
We blow like Bin Laden 
When the opps be active 

[HOOK][HOOK]
Tempo Tempo 
Pop that BIH I’m 
Tempo Tempo 
Now I’m done

Tempo Tempo 
I’m gone find my
Tempo Tempo
She the one

Tempo Tempo
Pop that open
Tempo Tempo 
Let’s go dance 

Tempo Tempo
Pop dis molly 
Tempo Tempo
Pop these Xanx 

[VERSE]
Your hoe taking shit
but she illiterate 
Don’t care to peep his stack 
I got like 10 of it 

Cut me up some coke
I want a bit of it 
Popping like percocets
Like they some vitamins (POP THAT RP 30)

Can’t hit that hoe raw 
Cause I don’t fuck with kids (NOT MY BABY)
I can’t fuck with that 
But she can fuck with this 

Call that bitch the Dairy Queen
How she be licking shit 
In the trap I’m with yo bitch 
She know I’m flipping shit 

Choppa propane 
Blunt propane
Not the gang
We not the same man

My gang really banging
Yo gang barely stackin
Your opps they be braggin 
How they leave u tragic 

I blow like Bin Laden
While I climb this ladder
We blow like Bin Laden 
When the opps be active 

[HOOK]

T3MP0 [Prod. HOUNDS]

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YUNG BAMBI:
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@deathofamother

HOUNDS
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[HOOK]
when Im in the crib i count my bands
a lot of these mans be fans
round of applause I clap my hands
and I cheer on my mans

I move forward you stuck in the past
down bad on you ass
niggas still out here peddling grams
me and my mans still stacking em bands

they talking shit but dont know who I am
old ass niggas like uncle sam
I feel like kendrick not giving a DAMN
your life a game, mine a master plan

check my phone no instagram
open up that [SHh] teleggram
I feel jus borat
chase that hoe like pamela anderson 

[VERSE]
I aint been on drugs lately 
I jus been inside my head
aint got no bitch I call my baby 
I dont want hoes in my bed

I know that my old bitch hate
know she prolly want me dead
I hope my new bitch not crazy 
that shit do too much to my head

lost a couple homies lately
had to lay they head to rest 
now I dont feel like DJ khaled
but you know that we the best

replace the adderal with salad
hod to it for the best
listen to this bambi ballad
pay attention to what I say:

if yo gang dont work with you
then you better jus leave dem mans
all my niggas blacked out and we masked up
ISIS Taliban

your bitch out here acting shiesty
prolly fucking other mans 
and if the FIB indite me
jus know I hit the race and ran

I had to fuck yo bitch
cause she come round me acing like a fan
no that bitch dont love me, jus love to fuck me
jus sit there and judge my past

Life sometimes the perfect teacher 
she jus meet ya after class
Mother Nature, perfect teacher
but she love to [B]eat my ass

Girl you know I got the answers
all you got to do is ask
know I like my bitches smart
call dem hoes my lil almanacs

wake up in the morning, run 3 miles 
and drink my coffee black
remember when I used to pop the addy
that shit made me fast

[HOOK]

Wawaweewa [Prod. HOUNDS]

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@deathofamother

HOUNDS
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@houndsx

[VERSE]
Big racks 
Know I stack it
In the whip 
Hoe don’t crash it

Bad bitch 
Forward fashion
Fashion week
In New York blasting 

At the club booming with you hoe
She come through and top it
At the club I’m piped up with your hoe
Can’t nobody top this

Back in London I’m back on the road
Hunting knife in my pocket 
When I’m in Texas know I keep that pole
Bitch don’t make me pop it

Hop in the lamb, hope in the charger
Know you go hard but know we go harder
Ion really rap but I’m feeling like Carter 
If you want the verse fixed price no barter

Ion rock Gucci just balenci and Prada
She on her knees pray to me like God
Tell me what you know bout balenci and Prada
Lil nigga know you still shopping at Ross 

[HOOK]
Big racks 
Know I stack it
In the whip 
Hoe don’t crash it

Bad bitch 
Forward fashion
Fashion week
In New York blasting 

That bitch don’t know what she about
But she know she want them rounds
We just popped the Onyx Yuh 
Don’t ask me how I’m feeling now

WOAAH WOAH WOAH
bitch we piped up like
Æ Æ Æ
sticks and knifes out 

HMMM HMMM
LYTS on we ain’t fucking with lights out
Œ Œ Œ
LYTS on we ain’t fucking with lights

[VERSE]
She my tweedle dum
But I’m her tweedle dumber
Psychedelic horror story 
Life feels like it’s Midsommar

My hoe acting kinda odd
She grant me wish like Timmy Turner
We don’t fight we pop them shots 
Bitch don’t make me up this burner

Tek-9 not no BB gun
You bet we left his shirt in blood
I feel like Mr Put It On
When I put on that Helmut Lang

She ride this dick like motorcycle 
She ain’t got no helmet on
She love that this dick big like Eiffel 
When I’m inside her Wonder Walls

[HOOK]
Big racks 
Know I stack it
In the whip 
Hoe don’t crash it

Bad bitch 
Forward fashion
Fashion week
In New York blasting 

That bitch don’t know what she about
But she know she want them rounds
We just popped the Onyx Yuh 
Don’t ask me how I’m feeling now

WOAAH WOAH WOAH
bitch we piped up like
Æ Æ Æ
sticks and knifes out 

HMMM HMMM
LYTS on we ain’t fucking with lights out
Œ Œ Œ
LYTS on we ain’t fucking with lights
[VERSE]
Big racks 
Know I stack it
In the whip 
Hoe don’t crash it

Bad bitch 
Forward fashion
Fashion week
In New York blasting 

At the club booming with you hoe
She come through and top it
At the club I’m piped up with your hoe
Can’t nobody top this

Back in London I’m back on the road
Hunting knife in my pocket 
When I’m in Texas know I keep that pole
Bitch don’t make me pop it

Hop in the lamb, hope in the charger
Know you go hard but know we go harder
Ion really rap but I’m feeling like Carter 
If you want the verse fixed price no barter

Ion rock Gucci just balenci and Prada
She on her knees pray to me like God
Tell me what you know bout balenci and Prada
Lil nigga know you still shopping at Ross 

[HOOK]
Big racks 
Know I stack it
In the whip 
Hoe don’t crash it

Bad bitch 
Forward fashion
Fashion week
In New York blasting 

That bitch don’t know what she about
But she know she want them rounds
We just popped the Onyx Yuh 
Don’t ask me how I’m feeling now

WOAAH WOAH WOAH
bitch we piped up like
Æ Æ Æ
sticks and knifes out 

HMMM HMMM
LYTS on we ain’t fucking with lights out
Œ Œ Œ
LYTS on we ain’t fucking with lights

[VERSE]
She my tweedle dum
But I’m her tweedle dumber
Psychedelic horror story 
Life feels like it’s Midsommar

My hoe acting kinda odd
She grant me wish like Timmy Turner
We don’t fight we pop them shots 
Bitch don’t make me up this burner

Tek-9 not no BB gun
You bet we left his shirt in blood
I feel like Mr Put It On
When I put on that Helmut Lang

She ride this dick like motorcycle 
She ain’t got no helmet on
She love that this dick big like Eiffel 
When I’m inside her Wonder Walls

[HOOK]
Big racks 
Know I stack it
In the whip 
Hoe don’t crash it

[HOOK]

LYTS [Prod. HOUNDS]

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YUNG BAMBI:
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@deathofamother

HOUNDS
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@houndsx

She said fuck you and fuck how you feel
But she love me to if these feelings real
Yeah she said fuck me and fuck how I feel
But she love to ask me are these feelings real

[HOOK]
Thinkin bout you 
While I’m rolling up 
I can’t come right now 
Shawty I’m turning up

Thinkin bout you
Like ‘what’s it’s worth’
Baby how you feelin
When you see me with these other girls

[VERSE]
Damn bitch I’m so foreign
These hoes round me not boring 
Geeked of drugs when I’m touring
I just smoked two blunts this morning

That bitch bad I break her
Heart cold like a glassier
She gone pull up with them sticks
She gone pull up with them lasers

She gone pull up that dump dump
That bitch great no Trump Trump

She said she the realist 
Cause I give her what she want want
Damn I miss this feeling
Pop a percy now we on one

She that I’m a slut
but I said it takes one to know one 

[HOOK]
Thinkin bout you 
While I’m rolling up 
I can’t come right now 
Shawty I’m turning up

Thinkin bout you
Like ‘what’s it’s worth’
Baby how you feelin
When you see me with these other girls

[VERSE]
She ask me if love her and I lie
I say Hell Yeah 
Shawty I’m undercover you got a rubber?
She said Hell Yeah

I don’t love myself so how could I love a bitch
It’s Hell Here
She don’t love herself she love this dick
She slide like Hell Yeah

She love the dick and she slide like nun
So I jus hide the pain in the pills and the tussin 
When she ask me to shoot up the club 
yeah I come thru Bussin

She said ‘Bambi im sick of your games but it’s better than nothing’

Ask me if these feelings real

[HOOK]
Thinkin bout you 
While I’m rolling up 
I can’t come right now 
Shawty I’m turning up

Thinkin bout you
Like ‘what’s it’s worth’
Baby how you feelin
When you see me with these other girls