shit talkin vol. 1 (prod. donez)

2expensive (prod. westrip)

4PF (prod. judd + eli.yf + Ixndn)

lyrics:

ouu, ouu, ouu
livin the luxury
aye, aye livin the luxury
aye double the cup for me
aye this shit not a rap a soliloquy 
im at the top no belittling
cop up a pack and get rid of it
broski is moving so treacherous
glock in my hoodie yeah you can get drenched with it
and im smoking the gas and im all in my element
i keep a glock in the trunk and i aint talkin elephant
we going over the border its just for the benjamins
everything else is irrelvant
moving with gas on me and you smellin it
reppin that gang gang we not tellin 
heard he a rat turn his ass to skeleton
heard he a mouse take him out the house
when you hear this shit then just bounce
and they call me the king with my crown
you know that they hearin the sound
we really really talking bout Ms pussy
put my phone dnd im too busy
i had to quit lean its too fizzy
i cannot quit lean im cap
i be a ghost on the map
makin it right here in the east
what you know bout the trap
molly rock know bout that grind
no sleep i seen the sun two times today 
i cant make up my mind today
in the kitchen whippin bobby flay
who wanna get served today?
we finna put this shit on a plate
swear this shit just not a game
swear these pussy they be movin lame
my life be a movie pussy
i might take you just out the frame
i get in a big body im in all the lanes
pockets full of that cash
i aint even got no change
how the fuck im 4pf?
i aint even met lil baby
i aint even met lil baby man
its real shit
how im 4pf?
and i even met lil baby?
its true

4PF (prod. judd + eli.yf + Ixndn)

Tokyo Hills (prod. lawmevis + 1xoku)

lyrics:

rock new ricky how you stunt like that?
im turnin my back if you front like that
aye broski pullin up in a demon cat
yeah this shit so foreign
everything you do so boring
im too busy dont talk to me
we gon rock out like symphony
im a star like christmas tree
its goin up like a blimp for me
watch out for the chain swang cause this shit tiffany
i was gettin this shit simply
do this shit typically
my t shirt aint wrinkly
im on a run aint no way that you catchin me
live life like gatsby
movin a rock and we shootin it from the three
its way too easy to me
you can just leave it to me
they bringing people to me
no i dont want to meet
see nothing above me
like what is astronomy?
and you should be afraid of me
but the hoe steady cravin me
what else can you say to me?
how else can you play me?
no way you can save me
no way you can chase me
in and out you cant trace me
and put me on a tv
cable me
and put em on a shopping spree
balenci
and im rockin all fendi
let me call up givenchy
and im ridin through the city
and my hoodie on with me
keep a mask on cause i gotta sticky on me
get smoked like ciggy
and i rock too much shit so i swear im too picky
and im seeing all drippy
everything so drippy
ima show you like
ima show you like this how a rockstar drip
im on a scene with a rockstar bitch
rhyme too fast and its quick
ridin too fast in the LA hills
yeah im goin too fast in the LA hills
yeah im goin too fast on a LA pill
i hope you know, i hope you know

Tokyo Hills (prod. lawmevis + 1xoku)

snipers (prod. shimanzu x die4slash)

lyrics:

all my snipers yeah we in the cut
and pass me that blick, finna light me up
and pass me that lean, cant leave my cup
and im in a fast car like im in a rush
get big bag break it down, now it need some crutches
he think im trippin bout shit, im out to lunch
he a pussy yeah he wont do nun yeah he'll get crushed
this shit in a snap of a finger, stroke of a brush
ride round fancy cars 
lookin up and see the stars
this shit sweet like chocolate bars
yeah we gettin it at large 
did shit some i got some scars
pussy boy better dodge cause we gon charge
all my snipers yeah we in the cut
and pass me that blick, finna light me up
and pass me that lean, cant leave my cup
and im in a fast car like im in a rush

snipers (prod. shimanzu x die4slash)

hittin (prod. dos4vr)

lyrics:

racks all in my hand
smokin gas up in this van
im off a pill, its not a xan 
whip this shit until the end
AMG mercedes benz
i got time to spend this money
aint got time to spend with friends
well let me double my cup up
and roll up my blunt
and roll in maclaren, no this not a truck
talkin bout shit, aint even talkin bout bucks
we go band for that band, we gon double it up
came with the glock, aint no troublin us
ten out of tens and they bubblin us 
pass me the ball, i aint fumbling
i might just score me a touchdown, while they sit and just watch
shawty you know that im taliban 
pull up with glockys and masks and a hunnid of us
i might just put like two hundred on dash
and i told babygirl that we not in a rush
i might pull up at the club
and i see a lil hunnid lil baddies 
they all start to blush
im so in love with the drugs and the money
i sit in the trap and i cant get enough
you might just call me the king of the junkies 
i got me that work and im givin it up
feds jus be knockin my door i be stuffin the shit in the toilet 
just hope itll flush
i just be sippin on wocky no i cannot fuck w a bitch that be sippin on tuss
rockin designer, hop in a foreign 
i remember the days i would sit on the bus
broski came thru with the styrofoam 
now the whole gang sippin out double cup
way that i hop in the gang and steppin
u would think i was playin double dutch
flexin these haters and movin that weight 
u can see that my muscles been gettin buff
like woah
im blowin this gas like a tonka truck
all this designer im stylin it
im up in the sky like a muhfuckin pilot
im rockin that dolce and fuckin gabbana 
im puttin that drone on yo ass like obama
im blowin this shit up jus like im osama 
we fire his ass make it hot like a summer
im 4pf but i need more commas
said its up wit an opp now he want no problems
i got that gas mask, fast pass, holla
i got a whole lot of fuckin dollars
i got a whole lot of fuckin shooters man
theres a problem we can go solve it
im on the phone wit the fuckin buddha man
tryna reup on the fuckin product
im on the phone wit the fuckin toolie man 
tryna cop me a new tommy
im on the phone wit the fuckin boogie man
tryna catch me a new body
im in the spot like a fuckin ceiling fan 
finna spin on everybody
feds on the block wit a fuckin sprinter van
said they brought out the whole army
spin on yo block wit a fuckin mop
yeah you know this shit get real sloppy
racks all in my hand
smokin gas up in this van
im off a pill, its not a xan 
whip this shit until the end
AMG mercedes benz
i got time to spend this money
aint got time to spend with friends

hittin (prod. dos4vr)

trippie redd (prod. stanthekid)

lyrics:

rockstar life, throwin hunnids and them fifties
overseas designer, i remember gettin thrifty
sippin lotta red, u would think my first name trippie
made it out the block, turn a thirty to a sixty
different type of drip, rock the denim with the ripped knee
keep that pocket rocket, pussy boy i aint no pipsqueek
jiggy off the molly, know im rocky, like im in philly
i just popped another bean, got me feeling silly
i be hangin with them doe boys, oh really
slide on the spot and get the block hot, turn swiss cheese
runnin thru bands and get them hunnids coming, nothin missin
rockstar life, throwin hunnids and them fifties
overseas designer, i remember gettin thrifty
sippin lotta red, u would think my first name trippie
made it out the block, turn a thirty to a sixty
different type of drip, rock the denim with the ripped knee
keep that pocket rocket, pussy boy i aint no pipsqueek
jiggy off the molly, know im rocky, like im in philly
i just popped another bean, got me feeling silly
i be hangin with them doe boys, oh really
slide on the spot and get the block hot, turn swiss cheese
runnin thru bands and get them hunnids coming, nothin missin
pussy scared, i got them opps pissing
pull up with a fuckin helmet when i get the bricks in
open the backdoor to the studio, we heard he dissin
money talkin to me on the phone, im just listening

trippie redd (prod. stanthekid)

randoms (prod. fukklazy x pinkcat)

lyrics:

u was in the class with ur hand up
i was in the mix with the red bandanas
pourin out the fuckin mud, like its a cement truck
and i never passed a blunt to a random
gang shit, we keep in the fam like sopranos
trafficking a key, u think we movin a piano
never fuckin lackin, keep a pistol in my hand yo
kingpin, i'm pullin strings just like a banjo
i got the shit that make these fiends feel incredible
pop a molly, turn billie jean on the dance floor
pullin out these racks while these broke ass boys take out they cell phones
ran off on the plug when he call my phone all he hear is dial tone
and its get back gang, i'm spinnin blocks i feel like rambo
goin toe to toe, i'm firing his ass back in the sandals
got switch like light, we fire his ass up like a candle
and u better not snitch, no boy u better not turn to randle
and ur circle full of snitches, u turned ur trap right to a scandal
reporting live from the gutter, i made an M right in the bando
in the booth with a cutter, i dont even trust the engineer no more
pour a four in a sprite and now my body moving slow mo
u was in the class with ur hand up
i was in the mix with the red bandanas
pourin out the fuckin mud, like its a cement truck
and i never passed a blunt to a random

randoms (prod. fukklazy x pinkcat)

losers (prod. zaa beats x timani)

lyrics:

ay roll up, ay turn up
i'm poppin a pill and i hop in an uber, feel like im in a magical school bus
put a three five in a wood and you better not pass to a loser
i put a b up like an italian chef says mama mia
i feel like a leader i gotta get my respect like derek jeter
i roll on the reefer the room gettin loud like im turnin it up on a speaker
mamacita but she a diva i dont think she a keeper
imma michael jackson beat her
and disappear like john cena
woah, off the top rope
and the money fallin like snow
and my whole gang on go
swing me the blunt i need smoke
dont treat me no muhfuckin joke
i got the shottas that make your ass croak
i got that mud in my cup i need soap
i got that vacuum seal pack for the low
i got the drugs thatll put u on float
and i got that water i just need a boat
i got that flow
i gotta papi chulo up in mexico
and he sending me all of the medical
and we sellin the pack in the decimals
and the gang so stamped with credentials
and we move so fuckin presidential
white chalk his ass like a stencil
imma kill his ass with a pencil
imma catch his ass in detention
teach that boy a lil lesson
catch a opp thats my pleasure
imma send his ass a blessing
we gon crash out bout this shit
better wear a vest to your wedding
ay roll up, ay turn up
i'm poppin a pill and i hop in an uber, feel like im in a magical school bus
put a three five in a wood and you better not pass to a loser
i put a b up like an italian chef says mama mia
i feel like a leader i gotta get my respect like derek jeter
i roll on the reefer the room gettin loud like im turnin it up on a speaker
mamacita but she a diva i dont think she a keeper
imma michael jackson beat her
and disappear like john cena
woah, off the top rope
and the money fallin like snow
and my whole gang on go
swing me the blunt i need smoke
dont treat me no muhfuckin joke
i got the shottas that make your ass croak
i got that mud in my cup i need soap
i got that vacuum seal pack for the low
i got the drugs thatll put u on float
and i got that water i just need a boat
i got that flow
i gotta papi chulo up in mexico
and he sending me all of the medical
and we sellin the pack in the decimals
and the gang so stamped with credentials
and we move so fuckin presidential
white chalk his ass like a stencil
imma kill his ass with a pencil
imma catch his ass in detention
teach that boy a lil lesson
catch a opp thats my pleasure
imma send his ass a blessing
we gon crash out bout this shit
better wear a vest to your wedding

losers (prod. zaa beats x timani)

no advance (prod. bloom7k)

lyrics:

pop out wit a chopstick we finna feast
i was just cookin up in the kitchen had my wrist up in that shit
i was pluggin my nose while i whipped
i know these fiends finna get lit
i was just posted up on that block
bitch im leaving without a scratch 
pussy got body i aint even stressed
i got the fanta with the tech
bitch i go thanos with the snap
designer its all black
i got a closet full of rick
i got a wallet full of stacks
i got the killers on demand
bout that business get you wacked
we put figures on the map
runnin shit i'm doin laps
drive so fast i did the dash
no bitch i dont need no advance
and u know i got that cash
extendo sittin on my lap
fire his ass got em packed
we was jus popped up at his crib in a mask
i got the gas station i aint talkin macs
i turn that shit up to the max
i got that fiend on the block lookin for crack
i got a beam on that glock keep it attached
pop out wit a chopstick we finna feast
i was just cookin up in the kitchen had my wrist up in that shit
i was pluggin my nose while i whipped
i know these fiends finna get lit
i was just posted up on that block
bitch im leaving without a scratch 
pussy got body i aint even stressed
i got the fanta with the tech
bitch i go thanos with the snap
designer its all black
i got a closet full of rick
i got a wallet full of stacks
i got the killers on demand
bout that business get you wacked
we put figures on the map
runnin shit i'm doin laps
drive so fast i did the dash
no bitch i dont need no advance
and u know i got that cash
extendo sittin on my lap

no advance (prod. bloom7k)

so damn fun (prod. bloom7k)

lyrics:

i'm on a roll yeah, i'm having a ball
we took off the plug even though we mazal'd it
i'm on the road i cant answer your call babe
we movin the rocks, i aint talkin bout spalding
maneuver the block, im whippin a foreign
he aint got it in real life, online he trollin
i'm geekin hard up off this substance
we sippin wock, not robitussin
i pour so heavy, cant feel nothing
i'm paranoid, i'm steady clutching
you said you love me but i dont know if i can trust it
i'm done with the dumb shit
aint no makin assumptions
i'm wasting my time spending my life with you on my mind
they say true love gon feel right
so why i'm dying inside?

i'm pullin the strings like i play the guitar
and you watch how you step cause you talkin to a star
we go vip man, fuck the bar
he say he got beans then fill up a jar
everything so foreign, everything couture
you wanna hop on the game then we uppin the score
ay free young thug yeah free my blood
they incarcerate the whole damn hood
man its fuck the cops and kill the judge
my crodie in the pen yeah he wont budge
they aint got loyalty so they show you love
you aint foolin me i'm one of them ones
we gon trap, trap, trap til the sun come up
i'm on these drugs, its so damn fun
when we spin yo block you better
we gon tooch ur pack ur gettin bunned
i pull up with the blade like trunks

so damn fun (prod. bloom7k)

drankhead (prod. aria1k)

lyrics:

money multiplying by the two
i'm with my slimy, with my goo
i'm elevating til my two feet on the roof
i know these hoes gon pick and choose
i'm just tryna get high as fuck, i wanna boot up
i be on the block i'm with my shooter
just pass the fuckin stank im smokin on the sewer
off the pack i turn into a buddha
i swing that mothafuckin blick i got dat lazer
i be in the field like jason tatum
pulled up on em made em freeze up with the tazer
then i told that pussy see ya later
off the molly i can't say nun, jaw too lace up
i just told my boy to roll that paper
i'm moving ziplocks of this ganja, got these flavours
pushing p i pull up on a hater
cant trust a bitch i had to pull up with the cutter
i cant even give a hoe my number
switch a bitch no i cant tell that girl i love her
switch a whip i pull up in another
aint doin business with no snitch, i chill with brothers
i got fucking killers in the fucking hustle
and fuck a rat yeah we gon get it out the muscle
i know every road just like i hit the bus route
told my fonem know this shit just cant be true 
cause i know if you fucking did what you just do you'll be through
and ill fuckin pull some strings
im the one, itll be done
told my shooter knock the door but he rung
wheres my cup? wheres my cup? 
pour up on mud
uh huh huh
i'm far up above
sippin on syrup
takin all these drugs
turn up at the club
wheres my cup? wheres my cup? 
pour up on mud
uh huh huh
i'm far up above
sippin on syrup
takin all these drugs
turn up at the club

drankhead (prod. aria1k)

luv me (prod. alfie snapped x dami4k x plugghurtz x aria1k)

lyrics:

woah, woah, yo
i got my racks in the club
i got my strap in the club
i got a lil lean by the bathtub
i'm poppin a molly and go up
i'm droppin a four in a cream soda
the codeine got me slumped over
in a tesla, hellcat, range rover
and a bad bitch bring that brain over
and i'm too damn fly took the plane over
and i'm popping these pills til the pain over
and the racks too heavy brought a crane over
and a five percent tint on a range rover
and the squad too deep finna takeover
we go band for a band lets play poker
and this blunt too fat i'm still smokin
oh you say you smoke thrax? i ain't seen ur ass choke
say you got straps i know yo ass joking
we poppin em addies we never lose focus
i'm sippin on syrup it got me slow motion
i'm wavy i look like i jumped in the ocean
pour up a cup and do a lil toast
i'm rollin off X cause i feel it the most
put that shit on like i'm wearing a coat
i know the baker man sellin the dough
i got the muhfuckin drop on the opp
we finna slide and just up on the score
pick up the racks off the floor
and i got a lil more
i might just put the lil bitch in christian dior
id do anything to make her love me more
id do anything to go back to before
woah, woah, yo
i got my racks in the club
i got my strap in the club
i got a lil lean by the bathtub
i'm poppin a molly and go up
i'm droppin a four in a cream soda
the codeine got me slumped over
in a tesla, hellcat, range rover
and a bad bitch bring that brain over
and i'm too damn fly took the plane over
and i'm popping these pills til the pain over
and the racks too heavy brought a crane over
and a five percent tint on a range rover
and the squad too deep finna takeover
we go band for a band lets play poker
and this blunt too fat i'm still smokin
oh you say you smoke thrax? i ain't seen ur ass choke
say you got straps i know yo ass joking
we poppin em addies we never lose focus
i'm sippin on syrup it got me slow motion
i'm wavy i look like i jumped in the ocean
pour up a cup and do a lil toast
i'm rollin off X cause i feel it the most
put that shit on like i'm wearing a coat
i know the baker man sellin the dough
i got the muhfuckin drop on the opp
we finna slide and just up on the score
pick up the racks off the floor
and i got a lil more
i might just put the lil bitch in christian dior
id do anything to make her love me more
id do anything to go back to before

luv me (prod. alfie snapped x dami4k x plugghurtz x aria1k)

memories (prod. sillyaris x pyromaniac)

lyrics:

i'm so nauseous, i'm so damn lit
i'm pouring up lean, i'm important as shit
i'm loud boy, you cricket
you a clown boy, you silly
im on the road to the millions
gas pack lit, codeine my medicine
pour up a bottle we all gon sip
i got a package full of this shit
i got a plan to move all of these bricks
we all gon get rich, as good as it gets
sit back reminisce, the time that we spent
she left me instead, to live in my head
i know you regret it
im stuck in my bed
take drugs to forget the shit that we said
im poppin these meds like they was prescripted
i cut off my friends, i can't trust these -
this shit wasn't little, i thought we were special
i'm pourin the red to help with my mental
i'm so nauseous, i'm so damn lit
i'm pouring up lean, i'm important as shit
i'm loud boy, you cricket
you a clown boy, you silly
im on the road to the millions
gas pack lit, codeine my medicine
pour up a bottle we all gon sip
i got a package full of this shit
i got a plan to move all of these bricks
we all gon get rich, as good as it gets
sit back reminisce, the time that we spent
she left me instead, to live in my head
i know you regret it
im stuck in my bed
take drugs to forget the shit that we said
im poppin these meds like they was prescripted
i cut off my friends, i can't trust these -
this shit wasn't little, i thought we were special
i'm pourin the red to help with my mental

memories (prod. sillyaris x pyromaniac)

radio (prod. pyromaniac x aria1k)

lyrics:

she don't follow the code
she don't want me no more
she gon leave me alone
now my heart got nowhere to go
i can't listen to the radio
hear the raindrops on the car when i'm driving home
and i hate that i can't blame you though
certain things are just out of control
going through memories in my camera roll
pour up the lean just to make the time go slower
pop anything just to make the pain dissolve
i'd do anything just to make her fall in love
she don't follow the code
she don't want me no more
she gon leave me alone
now my heart got nowhere to go
i can't listen to the radio
hear the raindrops on the car when i'm driving home
and i hate that i can't blame you though
certain things are just out of control
going through memories in my camera roll
pour up the lean just to make the time go slower
pop anything just to make the pain dissolve
i'd do anything just to make her fall in love

radio (prod. pyromaniac x aria1k)

dragon - fuck love (prod. pyromaniac) 

lyrics: 

love, fall in love, i dont wanna fall in love
i dont wanna fall in love
i dont wanna fall in love
i’m on the drugs
i’m geekin up
i got that skunk
oh oh oh oh
i know, i know
ur a heart breaker
ur a heart breaker, broke my heart
ur a heart breaker
ur a heart breaker, broke my heart
ur a heartbreaker
ur a heart breaker, broke my heart
love, fall in love, i dont wanna fall in love
i dont wanna fall in love
i dont wanna fall in love
i’m torn with the fact that we’re pointless
i feel you ghosting, i’m haunted, its horrid
i guess i’m not that important
i’m hopeless, she got me folding
think about her in the morning, until im snoring
she got me floating, she got that potion, pass my cup
everytime i think about you it fuck me up
i think i care about you way too much
i wanna kill the thought of us 
but being alone isnt enough 
love, fall in love, i dont wanna fall in love
i dont wanna fall in love
i dont wanna fall in love
love, fall in love, i dont wanna fall in love
i dont wanna fall in love
i dont wanna fall in love

fck luvv (prod. pyromaniac)

up all night (prod. pyromaniac)

lyrics: 

i’m up all night, all night 
i’m up all night, all night 
the last time i saw your eyes
i didn’t want to say goodbye
you’re way too beautiful, girl
that’s why you got me suicidal 
i’m holding on way too tight
as long as you’re by my side
ohhhh ohh ohhhh
i’m up all night, all night
i’m up all night, all night 
i’m up all night, all night
i’m up all night, all night 
i’m up all night, all night 
the last time i saw your eyes
i didn’t want to say goodbye
you’re way too beautiful, girl
that’s why you got me suicidal 
i’m holding on way too tight
as long as you’re by my side
ohhhh ohh ohhh
i’m up all night, all night
i’m up all night, all night 
i’m up all night, all night

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