Balenciaga bags all in the Bently, I'm chillin' in this bitch with my feet kicked up.
This lil bitch Mia tried to say my dick was small when I was fuckin' her ? inches deep in her guts.
Depends on my mood if I feel like drivin' , I pull up to everything with a chauffeur.
I'm fuckin on somebody daughter right not, but I'm so horny I could give less of a fuck. (pause)
I could give less of a fuck, got a glock on me so knuck if you buck.
It don't got a switch on it, this semi fuck you up and it's always in my hands never tucked.
'Bout 10 pounds of weed in the trunk
Times 2 cause we in a black truck.
Gabe be at school getting punked.
Cordell be on facetime being gay as fuck.
And that nigga Charles is a cuck.
Rappin' for the money and when I get it I'ma give it back.
10 toes on it you can quote that.
Pass the cart if you not goin' hit it, durag with the fitted, 10 racks for designer that I just got fitted.
If whore look my way I'd go if she pretty.
Honestly love sluts I ain't goin' out of pity
Honestly love sluts I ain't goin' out of pity
Honestly love sluts I ain't goin' out of pity

Derrious - sauce cappin [freestyle] (prod. sn6mat)

Thought we had something together, 
thought that we would last forever.
5-30-21, we ain't make it to September.
But we had something together, 
I just ruined what we had, 
I lost a good one no bap.
Thought we had something together, 
thought that we would last forever.
5-30-21, we ain't make it to September.
But we had something together, 
I just ruined what we had, 
I lost a good one no bap.
Then I went back and got stabbed.
Saw you got a new man but I loved you so much that I could never wish you bad.
When I saw you at the mall a couple weeks ago I was hit by memories of what we had.
Reminiscing of the past.
But the shit didn't make me sad, 
in fact it made me pretty glad,
we both moved on.
Nah that shit just made me mad.
I moved on, 
then had the nerve to go back and got my back stabbed.
I was pretty torn, 
but manned up and got the bullets out my back.
Thought I was fine until I relapsed.
(I don't wanna be with you, you, you, you)
Thought we had something together, 
thought that we would last forever.
5-30-21, we ain't make it to September.
But we had something together, 
I just ruined what we had, 
I lost a good one no bap.
(I don't wanna be with you, you, you, you)
Thought we had something together, 
thought that we would last forever.
5-30-21, we ain't make it to September.
But we had something together, 
I just ruined what we had, 
I lost a good one no bap.
(I don't wanna be with you.)

Derrious - idwbwy (prod. krein)

Chorus:
You ain't even know I was geeked
You ain't even know I was geeked up,
You ain't even know I was geeked
You ain't even know I was geeked up,
You ain't even know I was geeked
You ain't even know I was geeked up,
You ain't even know I was geeked
Highest on the court and I'm still droppin' 30
Highest in the stu what the fuck do you mean
4th quarter comin' strong yeah I'm 'bouta drop a project
You would know it better as "YN LxD"
Raised in the hood yeah somethin' kinda like the projects
That's prolly what made a real nigga outta me
Dreads in my face swinging
J.C. can't see me 
You already know I was geeked

Verse:
You already know I was geeked
In and out the back door lookin like a nigga trapping
Spankin on this whore while her titties on the mattress 
Had her ass tooted up then I hit it from the back end
Straight outta some scene, lights, camera, action.
The fuck do you mean? 
You not bout that action
Sticks unironically metal, bitch they not plastic
Full heavy metal, bitch get to blastin
The whip catchin traction
I'm maxin dashes
Slidin on niggas, its playful action
Don't play too much, you might rest in a casket
I shoot my shot, I swish the basket
Paranoia hit and I clutch my gadget
Cart got my tweakin I'm swervin in traffic
Money stretch and get longer, Mr. Fantastic
Shooter got trigger happy, it's a closed casket

Chorus:
Yeah
You ain't even know I was geeked
You ain't even know I was geeked up,
You ain't even know I was geeked
You ain't even know I was geeked up,
You ain't even know I was geeked
You ain't even know I was geeked up,
You ain't even know I was geeked
Highest on the court and I'm still droppin' 30
Highest in the stu what the do you mean?
4th quarter comin' strong yeah I'm 'bouta drop a project
You would know it better as "YN LxD"
Raised in the hood yeah somethin' kinda like the projects
That's prolly what made a real nigga outta me
Dreads in my face swinging
J.C. can't see me 
You already know I was geeked

Derrious - yaekiwg (prod. charlie)

Derrious Chorus:
I ain’t did shit dis bitch 
But dis lil bitch tryna trick
Emo bracelets on my wrist
Bitch got me popping my shit
Bitch got me flexin n shit
All black boots is the kicks
Might be addicted to drip
Might be addicted to drip

Tr3y Verse 1: 
I’m rockin all black for the kicks 
But I be poppin my shit on the low and I keep me a stick but a tag on yo toe 
(But a tag on yo toe ‘cause you know I’m goin blow)
But I’ma still drip so don’t get it twisted 
I hit that bitch once and now she addicted 
Glock with a beam so you know I ain’t missed it 
I got that boy shittin’ ‘cause he know I blicked it
You can’t hit shit lil boy you got drift stick
I’m poppin my shit ‘cause you know I did it

Derrious Bridge:
Poppin my shit im talkin bout drip
Yeah lil bitch im not talking bout blicks
Not talkin bout sticks, but can get you hit 
Water on me you’d think someone was sucking my dick
But they be on dick
(Just mad I be poppin my shit)

Derrious Chorus:
I ain’t did shit dis bitch 
But dis lil bitch tryna trick (No treat)
Emo bracelets on my wrist
Bitch got me popping my shit (Poppin)
Bitch got me flexin n shit (Flexin)
All black boots is the kicks
Might be addicted to drip (I might)
Might be addicted to drip (I might)

Derrious Verse 2:
I might rock out in a all white fit
This time its the all white kicks
Match it with the bracelets
I like an insane bitch with wrist slits
Dont drink no alc but i might try tris
Sippin on mud type shit
(Yeah, type shit)

Derrious Verse 3:
“Mr. Put It On” Type shit 
Star pendent bracelet on the right wrist
Pour up crush on the ice bitch
But do not put no wok in it 
Told the bitch to shut put sock in it
Open up her mouth put my cock in it 
Don’t give a fuck about beef so just talk ya shit 
(Ima just pop my shit)

PMS (Type Shit ft Tr3y) [prod. Derrious]

Derrious: 
Racks, racks , racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, COUNT IT
Racks, racks , racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, COUNT IT UP

Derrious:
1 pint in a double(2) cup 
3 illegal guns on me in a 4-door truck 
5 bad model hoes and they all some sluts 
Popped a G(6) now I’m high as fuck
7 rounds wit yo ho yea I knocked her up 
Then she 8 my cum yeah she cleaned me up
Big 9 on me it’ll fuck you up
10 racks in the spot you can count it up

Tr3y:
Count it up I count it up
Fucking on your bitch she on my dick it’s all up in her guts 
Niggas talkn down like we don’t care that Glock tucked in that lamb truck 
10 Racks in my pocket yeah lil bitch you know I’m going up 
I’m counting up I’m getting bands
We all in that coupe, cops goin pull me over acting like a nigga not goin shoot
We be robbin niggas, we’ll take yo bitch and take yo loot
Always down to pull that Glock I blow that like a flute
Eliminate you niggas this ain’t Fortnite can’t reboot

Derrious:
Countin up racks like every fucking day lil ho this not a fluke 
March em down, stomp on a nigga in some Balenciaga boots
Im gettin rich, fuck a bitch, then it’s right back to the Stu
Go get my dick sucked, beat it up, get racks, then go COUNT.IT.UP.

Derrious:
1 pint in a double(2) cup 
3 illegal guns on me in a 4-door truck 
5 bad model hoes and they all some sluts 
Popped a G(6) now I’m high asf
7 rounds wit yo ho yea I knocked her up 
Then she 8 my cum yeah she cleaned me up
Big 9 on me it’ll fuck you up
10 racks in the spot you can count it up

Derrious & (Tr3y):
(Count it up I count it up)
Racks, racks , racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, 
(Count it up I count it up) 
Racks, racks , racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, 
(Count it up I count it up)
Racks, racks , racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, 
(Count it up I count it up)
Racks, racks , racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, 
COUNT IT UP

COUNT.IT.UP. (prod. gx)

Day 1 (prod. TUESDXY)

Lyrics:

(IM BACK)

Get it done (get it)
Shooters goin get it done (They get it done)
Spin yo block twice cause they do that shit for fun
(Do that shit for fun)
At least fight for your life pussy nigga do not run
(Like why you runnin?)
Ima leave it there I’m just here to have some fun, but
(Here to have some fun)
If I left it on a song lil bitch then I meant it
(Then I meant it)
Got some new shit and some old shit on me futuristic vintage (futuristic vintage)
If I pop out wit it then it’s mine ain’t shit rented 
(Ain’t shit rented)
Out the way countin chicken (chicken)
Now it’s time to flex again (flex)
Shoutout to my Mexicans
Countin up a check again (Countin up a check again)
Expensive kicks watch where you steppin 
(Watch where you steppin)
Bands for the fit so watch yo beverages (Bands for the fit)
I stay trim cause I ain’t had shit (I stay trim)
Can’t wait till that bag hit  (Can’t wait)
Heard that boy a ______ (What?)
Step on em like a maggot (Step)
What happened to him tragic (tragic)
Pretty face and her ass big (ass big)
Miss what’s yo name again? (What’s yo name again?)
I know you like braggin you a perfect 10 for 10 (10 for 10)
Ima fuck you how I wanna (how I wanna)
Could give a fuck who listenin 
Matter fact listen in (Matter fact listen in)

listen in freestyle (prod. teenwoe & trenchmadedat)

time’s up freestyle (prod. jon4h)

4GET EVRYTH1NG (prod. faint)

MIGHT GET TAKEN DOWN (prod. tainiykick)

INTRO:
(HEY, AYE, HEY, AYE HEY)

CHORUS:
Bring the racks in, bitch, bring the straps in
Yeah I hit yo ho, beat it up from her back end
Hold up a stack and that ass get to clapping
Bring yo own shit, little boy, we not matching
I'm a fly ass nigga I made my own fashion
Got a dime piece with me fly shit into fashion
She a put that on demon, I'm beating her back in
I was there on the scene but I don't know what happened
When you in that back room ain't no snitchin
Cause If 12 don't deal wit you, we goin go fishing
That means we goin catch you, bitch, listen
Silver jewelry, this shit glisten
When that lil ho act up put that bitch in detention
Fuck a rack up, yeah, I'm aimin for millions
Black trackhawk, bitch, the inside vermillion
Pussy nigga not tough, yeah that bitch a civilian

VERSE:
Hold up, bitch, lets go
You can keep that bitch I don't want that ho
I'm in my bag, I don't need no ho
Bitch honor roll, yeah, she got good dome
Shot after shot wit a sip of patron 
Leave me alone I ain't what you want
Leave me alone I ain't what you want
Leave me alone I ain't what you on
(HEY, AYE, HEY, AYE, HEY, AYE, HEY, AYE, HEY)
Lightskin bitch, yeah, good redbone
Watch yo mouth bitch, fix yo tone
Ego inflatin my dome
Been that nigga, fuck you on? (Been that nigga, fuck you on?)
Where the beat at bitch come on (come on)
Bi-Big racks all on the floor (Big racks)
Si-Si-Six for six I'm on a roll (No cap)
Ca-Catch a opp and up my pole (Up my pole bitch)

CHORUS:
Bring the racks in, bitch, bring the straps in
Yeah I hit yo ho, beat it up from her back end
Hold up a stack and that ass get to clapping
Bring yo own shit, little boy, we not matching
I'm a fly ass nigga I made my own fashion
Got a dime piece with me fly shit into fashion
She a put that on demon, I'm beating her back in
I was there on the scene but I don't know what happened
When you in that back room ain't no snitchin
Cause If 12 don't deal wit you, we goin go fishing
That means we goin catch you, bitch, listen
Silver jewelry, this shit glisten
When that lil ho act up put that bitch in detention
Fuck a rack up, yeah, I'm aimin for millions
Black trackhawk, bitch, the inside vermillion
Pussy nigga not tough, yeah that bitch a civilian

OUTRO:
(HEY, AYE, HEY, AYE, HEY, AYE)
(HEY AYE, AYE AYE, HEY AYE, AYE AYE, HEY AYE, AYE AYE, HEY)

civilian (HEY!) [prod. 10soul & raygen]

(mmmm, mmm) (GO!)
Making it rain, bands on the floor
Been talkin shit but you don't got no pole (don't got no pole)
Letting you go, I'm moving on
Been through a lot, yeah, we been through the storm (been through the storm)
Big carry-on, it hold the drac
Watch what you say, 'fore we shoot at ya face (FAH)
Watched too many people get put in a grave
Watched too many people lie straight to my face
("D, how you been?") "I ain't been great"
"You wanted to rap, so why you hesitate?"
"Its crackin, I got too much shit on my plate"
"What happens when you ain't got shit else to say?"
"What happens when you make the wrong play?"
(I'm scared), and feel like nobody going care
Geeked out my body wit my hands in the air
I want rockin' out on stage to be my career (be my career) (Why?)
Because this shit so fun to me
Millionaire, rockstar, that’s the shit I wanna be (that’s the shit I wanna be, might go popstar)
Might go popstar, I can slide on any beat
Don’t make me yo enemy, I’m walkin down on anything
Pop shit like I’m posed to be
Coolin kit, no overheat (Coolin kit, no overheat)
Black timbs, stomp my feet (Black timbs)
Backwood, roll the weed (Backwood)
Dark drink; hennessey (Dark drink)
Don’t want that ho, she into me
She poppin molly, ecstacy
I’m in her eggs, I plant me seed
Leave my mark then flee the scene
She swallow, this not listerine
She swearin that she meant for me
And saying that we meant to be
I get to slurin of the weed
I get to swervin pass the keys
If you was here before the storm we locked in for eternity

B4TS (BONUS) [prod. hernik & flowrency]

CHORUS:
Poppin all these tags, walkin out wit hella bags, yeah (Poppin, yeah)
Know we killed yo mans if we skurt off in a black truck (if we skurt off in a black truck)
If I could do it better than you’re gonna get your flow took (better, flow took)
He a pussy, put the gun down, hit em wit a right hook (hit em wit a right hook)
Up, down, up, down, R2, cheat code input (cheat code input)
If her wrist look like a barcode, that’s my lil slut (barcode, lil slut)
So in love with whores too (whores too)
I’m a slutty nigga, sick fuck (sick fuck)
Yeah I’m goin, she got big butt (she got big butt)
Sneak in the party wit it tucked (wit it tucked)
Wit the squad we got that shit on us (we got that shit on us)
Call yo ho, she suck the niggas up (she suck the niggas up)
She all natural wit it, bubble butt (big bubble butt)
We get alone and I fill up her guts (fill up her guts)
Dick got a curve, she on her side, I hit it raw so she feel uppercuts (so she feel uppercuts)
I’m 17 with 15 bodies, this not cap yeah I’m a fuckin slut (I’m a fuckin slut)

VERSE:
Do I love you? Baby, hardly (hardly)
This got recorded at a party (at a party)
Drugs in my system, so crossfaded
Know what you owe so send that payment (send that payment)
Fuck yo feelings, so keep hatin
I’m rollin up so where the tray at? (where the tray at?)
I got the wood so where the tree at? (where the tree at?)
You talk shit we where you be at (we where you be at)

CHORUS:
Poppin all these tags, walkin out wit hella bags, yeah (Poppin, yeah)
Know we killed yo mans if we skurt off in a black truck (if we skurt off in a black truck)
If I could do it better than you’re gonna get your flow took (better, flow took)
He a pussy, put the gun down, hit em wit a right hook (hit em wit a right hook)
Up, down, up, down, R2, cheat code input (cheat code input)
If her wrist look like a barcode, that’s my lil slut (barcode, lil slut)
So in love with whores too (whores too)
I’m a slutty nigga, sick fuck (sick fuck)
Yeah I’m goin, she got big butt (she got big butt)
Sneak in the party wit it tucked (wit it tucked)
Wit the squad we got that shit on us (we got that shit on us)
Call yo ho, she suck the niggas up (she suck the niggas up)
She all natural wit it, bubble butt (big bubble butt)
We get alone and I fill up her guts (fill up her guts)
Dick got a curve, she on her side, I hit it raw so she feel uppercuts (so she feel uppercuts)
I’m 17 with 15 bodies, this not cap yeah I’m a fuckin slut

slut shaming (prod. tainiykick)

CHORUS:
This ain’t enough
He talkin too tough, so I’m callin his bluff
Shootin him down wit a big ass gun (FAH) 
Chasin him down there ain’t nowhere to run (nowhere to run)
I’m addicted to blowin that gun
If it’s not a switch, it’s a big ass drum (big ass drac)
Lettin off shots what we do for the fun
I put attatchments on all of my guns (extendo)
Hop on a beat and I just have fun
I don’t know why the fuck she lyin’ (like why?)
I’m tryna make the lil ho mine (mine)
Her pussy so sublime (so sublime)
Bad bitch, she a dime (she a dime, ten)
Patrick, Spongebob (spongebob, twin)
That’s my twin, my ride or die
Shout out my big bro Eli
Holy fuck bitch I’m too high
Red eyes, I’m too fried
I’m geekin up like all the time
Book me for a show and I’ma rock that bitch out on god
Don’t look before he blow, he just hop out the window, let it ride
Don’t step out just to smoke, I’d box this bitch out, get the whole room high

VERSE:
This ain’t enough
Where’s the cash bitch? Give it up
Not to brag, I keep it tucked
Dump the mag don’t give a fuck
This beat too hard shout out enough
Shu- Shut the fuck up, I then had enough
Spen- Spen- Spent too much cash bitch this ain’t enough
Dro- Dro- Drop another bag bitch this ain’t enough

CHORUS:
This ain’t enough
He talkin too tough, so I’m callin his bluff
Shootin him down wit a big ass gun (FAH) 
Chasin him down there ain’t nowhere to run (nowhere to run)
I’m addicted to blowin that gun
If it’s not a switch, it’s a big ass drum (big ass drac)
Lettin off shots what we do for the fun
I put attatchments on all of my guns (extendo)
Hop on a beat and I just have fun
I don’t know why the fuck she lyin’ (like why?)
I’m tryna make the lil ho mine (mine)
Her pussy so sublime (so sublime)
Bad bitch, she a dime (she a dime, ten)
Patrick, Spongebob (spongebob, twin)
That’s my twin, my ride or die
Shout out my big bro Eli
Holy fuck bitch I’m too high
Red eyes, I’m too fried
I’m geekin up like all the time
Book me for a show and I’ma rock that bitch out on god
Don’t look before he blow, he just hop out the window, let it ride
Don’t step out just to smoke, I’d box this bitch out, get the whole room high

enough (prod. enough)

CHORUS:
You know that I love you girl, I think about you all the time (All the time)
So tell me what I gotta do, I really wanna make you mine (Make you mine)
I look into your eyes girl and I just can’t help but smile (Help but smile)
Girl you’re perfect, you’re worth it, you’re beautiful, worth all my time
(Girl you’re perfect, you’re worth it, you’re beautiful, worth all my time)
Cause girl you a dime (dime)

VERSE:
My little diamond I like how you shine (shine)
I know that you ridin, I see all the signs (signs)
Romantic dates, lets watch the sunrise
Wipin your tears, there ain’t no need to cry
Forever you’ll be on my side, side
If- if it’s for you then I’m killin my pride, pride
Dime, Dime, Dime, Dime
Sit back, chill out, and ride
Girl I wanna keep you to myself, too bad, can’t go outside
Every time we pop out, spend a dub cause me and you two dimes
Girl this shit is love over lust, I ain’t mention sex one time
Mention sex one time, mention sex one-

CHORUS:
You know that I love you girl, I think about you all the time (All the time)
So tell me what I gotta do, I really wanna make you mine (Make you mine)
I look into your eyes girl and I just can’t help but smile (Help but smile)
Girl you’re perfect, you’re worth it, you’re beautiful, worth all my time
(Girl you’re perfect, you’re worth it, you’re beautiful, worth all my time)
Cause girl you a dime

dime (prod. Kill Sarah)

Hopped on the beat got me feelin like Cid K
When we let off them shots niggas run like a relay 
Fat pockets when I walk through bitch I'm big paid
Yo bitch do what I say but I'm not one to dictate 
I'm back and I'm better than ever, feelin like Jace!, cuz these niggas could never
Keep an FN tuck Fuck Nigga keep ya head up
Balenci kicks all black with the leather
Hopped on the beat got me feelin like Cid K (Shadow)
Making niggas run like a relay (Hol' on)
Pockets still fat bitch I'm big paid (Hol' on)
I don't give a fuck 'bout no hearsay
Yo bitch do what I say but I'm not one to dictate
I'm back and I'm better than ever, feelin like Jace!, cuz these niggas could never
Balenci the kicks all black with the leather
I don't really like to flex on the uhn
I don't really like to flex on the internet
Be out the way I'm not into that
Kinda like Cid K I'm a background man (uhn)
Just me and bae on a flight to Japan (uhn)
You can have that bitch I ain't fightin' you man
She goin come my way when she see these bands



Hopped on the beat got me feelin like Cid K
When we let off them shots niggas run like a relay (Ew)
Fat pockets when I walk through bitch I'm big paid
Yo bitch do what I say but I'm not one to dictate (Ew)
I'm back and I'm better than ever, feelin like Jace!, cuz these niggas could never
Keep an FN tuck Fuck Nigga keep ya head up
Balenci kicks all black with the leather
Hopped on the beat got me feelin like Cid K (Shadow)
Making niggas run like a relay (Hol' on)
Pockets still fat bitch I'm big paid (Hol' on)
I don't give a fuck 'bout no hearsay
Yo bitch do what I say but I'm not one to dictate
I'm back and I'm better than ever, feelin like Jace!, cuz these niggas could never
Balenci the kicks all black with the leather
I don't really like to flex on the uhn
I don't really like to flex on the internet
Be out the way I'm not into that
Kinda like Cid K I'm a background man (uhn)
Just me and bae on a flight to Japan (uhn)
You can have that bitch I ain't fightin' you man
She goin come my way when she see these bands (Ew)
(Ew)

Derrious

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