Verse: (Big Tin)
Put me on the test
You’ll see my mind only filled with facts
Pops be saying Imma mess
Momma barely sleeps from tax
Loosing up myself
Not equal to my friends
Never cannot stress enough
How I feel about my future or my past
But, why should I care?
Always chasing bags 
With the desire to give back
Win By Dreaming, not relaxed
I was down, you didn't help
Feeling lost in my despair
Cutting hands
Gave a chance to my inner self
Many records on my belt
And my brother won as well
Cannot stop cuz I know well
We gonn’ last
More than the rest
Sour necks
Cords red
Strapped
Full of gas
Foreign grass
Swerve in a hatchback through your lands
Call me Flash
Never rest
Aiming for the Crest
God’s My Vouch
I’m gonna crouch everything except the pouch
You with us or not?
Let me know wassup
Cuz the time is ticking fast
All in for this tape
No debate
Imma blow up or die before I get to met my faith

Verse 2: (Yung Boi Mich)
Scars on my chest, all because I’m feeling stressed 
Depression killin me, is life really a test?
Demons please, just let me rest
Feelings that I can’t express
Cut my veins, hang myself or die with a glow
Numb more or less, let’s start this show
Always said that I need a saviour 
Slow it down my mind is on a paper
Big bang part 3 (lay up!)
My gass weird looking kinda neon
Telescope on my gun call me Galileo
Me and my bro on this track like Ying Yang
Opposite but still bring the best out of each other
All my brothers wouldn’t swap them for no other
And shoutout to my mother would die for her
We didn’t have a thing
Pops was killing his back on the construction (SHIT!)
Got way to much love for both of them
Went to way too many funerals at a young age
PTSD got me shaking and crying please help me
L$D and 15 xans gonna take the pain away
OD on the floor shaking don’t try and save me
R.I.P. to Pop Smoke am I fucking next?
Am I fucking next?
(Tell me!) 
Am I fucking next?

Big Bang, Pt. 3

Apple Music

Big Bang, Pt. 3 (prod. SiM)

Verse: (Yung Boi Mich)
Doggy style destroy her backbone
Pullin her hair, ripped off her skin (Whoa! Whoa!)
When they see me on the road
With 223’s and the .44’s
Call the popo’s I don’t snitch no
Your bitch goes low drop it hoe
Bounce it, stipper pole
Her pussy deep like the ocean floor
Don’t scratch my back hoe
Cuz I need my backpack full of flapjacks
And the crack (Crack!)
Fanny pack full of cash swerve 200 on a dash
Soo fast call me flash I can’t crash
Flashback gave her a backlash

Hook: (Yung Boi Mich)
Bitch don’t test me
Snitch gonna mess it up
Pray to God that I don’t get you fucked up
That I don’t get you fucked up, fucked up
Bitch don’t test me
Snitch gonna mess it up
Pray to God that I don’t get you fucked up
That I don’t get you fucked up, fucked up

Verse 2: (Yung Boi Mich)
Slazzing jurking motherfuckers wanna get me
Mental breakdown got me 
All of yall in a range zone
Don’t even peek you will get hit
On drugs I can feel my bones
Can you feel the heat
Cuz SiM on the beat

Hook: (Yung Boi mich)
Bitch don’t test me
Snitch gonna mess it up
Pray to God that I don’t get you fucked up
That I don’t get you fucked up, fucked up
Bitch don’t test me
Snitch gonna mess it up
Pray to God that I don’t get you fucked up
That I don’t get you fucked up, fucked up

Bridge: (Big Tin)
Pray to the sky
Every night askin’ shadows why we’ve lost vibes
Sun shines on 
Still I lack delight

Verse 3: (Big Tin)
Enemies plotting a fight
Destructing myself (AY!)
But I cannot die
The closer it gets, the more I lose might
All of my memories are fading in the light
Feels like there’s no right
Judged on sight
No compassion
Full of rations
Cigs my passion
Love? Don't mention
Prince of questions
I
Get No Satisfaction
Whatsoever
I strive for the greatness
They take me for lamest
Cuz I get no payments
Switch minds when I'm famous
Look back on the latest
The greatest awaits for the bravest 
Irrelevant, Nameless
Refer to the haters
For you I turned painless
Among all the faceless
(YA YA YA!)

Verse 4: (Big Tin)
Strider my guide
Gollum inside
Outside I’m fine
I Flow and I Rhyme
Lost in the disguise
From ashes I rise
Knight of the night
Squashin’ a mice
Gather the Eyes, we are ready to die
Gathering rappers we are ready to fight
Gathering rappers we are ready to fight!

Fucked Up

Fucked Up (prod. SiM)

Verse: (Yung Boi Mich)
I’m suicidal cuz I got dead homies
Wanna join them in heaven but I’m a piece of shit
Gonna rott in hell cuz I’ve never been good enough 
Never been a good soul, always hittin my new lows
Sinister walking through the halls callin the boogie man
Destroying all the walls, my body is only hollow
Rather have all black clothing on, burning in hell
Devil already asking me is my soul ready to sell
But all I said fuck it I’m a dying rose ready for fame

Bridge:
First few cuts can’t feel the pain
Rest of it just empty my veins 
Well this is just some pain
Babygirl I can’t stay safe
I’m going insane 
Only hoes wanna fill my brain
Am I even sane?

Verse 2:(Big Tin)
They caught me in a bad mood
Happiness my taboo
Feel depressed cuz my skin can't bear a tattoo 
Look at Tin he a sad dude (never heard)
Sure as hell Imma have a statue
Above my death drew
Read you so don't try 
Dying Out West, feeling so alive
When I’m lost in my blurry mind
Please don't mind my introvertness, i’ll be fine when I die
‘till then
Let’s linger in the night
Pick out any vibe
Speeding on the Westside
Suicide
Used to that all the time
Might raise the numbers
Lay chill like a runner
Watch my momma decompose under pressure hunts her every night
Aid please!
Crying out loud with my heart
Can’t you see that I don’t feel alive?

Am I Even Sane

Am I Even Sane? (prod. SiM)

Verse: (Yung Boi Mich)
My music not legal 
His body blood eagle
Well now it’s illegal
All she need is needles
New choppa your momma reloaded
Your sister she wanna unload me
Trash music don’t wanna promote it
Xanax got me showing love (Love)
Double cup Activis, rollin’ up
I’m broken it’s obvious, body like a mannequin 
Smokin’ on cannabis, not really panickin’, vanishin’
With Madison Ivy I’m smashin’ it
(smashin’ it, smashin’ it, smashin’ it)

Hook: (Yung Boi Mich)
She wanna suck on the whole team
They wanna see me drink codeine
I am the king of the dead
Shadows behind me I’m Zed
Shadows behind me I’m Zed
I am the king of the dead

Verse 2: (Yung Boi Mich)
Tripp off a xanny and molly (MOLLY!)
All that I see are dead bodies
She got a body to frame
Dagger giving her pain 
That’s with no aim
This is no game
Take a step back
This competition is lame

Hook: (Yung Boi Mich)
She wanna suck on the whole team
They wanna see me drink codeine
I am the king of the dead
Shadows behind me I’m Zed
Shadows behind me I’m Zed
I am the king of the dead

Verse 3: (Big Tin)
Spending my dark days with Big Tin
They won’t understand it
I’m too deep
More than a beast
Sadness I feast
At the end bleed from the hip like I’m Nip

Bridge: (Big Tin)
Bloody opus
Drown in my Lotus
Sour in my longus
Fungus blur my focus
Rather eat some pus 
Why you actin’ sus?
Get of my face before I burst burst burst

Verse 4: (Big Tin)
Shit
What have I done to my wrist 
Voices in my head won’t let me sleep
Please
Help me before I get missed
Suicide 
Ion need your assist
I just
Wanna
Quit
It’s too much
Heart’s crushed 
Momma said 
Don’t rush
Not even numb
Popping Percs like bubble gum
Clean gums with some Rum
Really wish that end would never come

King Of The Dead

King Of The Dead (prod. SiM)

Verse: (Yung Boi Mich)
Mich want this and Mich want that
Bitch suck a dick and choke on that
Swallow my kids while you clap that ass
Come to my block I’ll knock you teeth out
Don’t play with us we got the ninas
Pussy try and catch me you to fucking fat
Homies died at a way to early age
Didn’t sleep for days it was too painful
All this shit made me open up a new page
If I lose another this city will feel my rage
My clique drive with them till the grave
No matter how I go away

Verse 2: (Yung Boi Mich)
1260 look like GOTHAM (full of stanky hoes)
At night I’m batman's sidekick (Robin all yall homes)
K-nines always scared of me (I hunt them all)
We beat his ass we don’t want to talk (anymore)
NORTH where the extendo at (does he know the trap)
Break the chair on his fucking face (now he sobbin’ with his stupid ass)
You smart on IG boy
Come out and I’ll slap you (like a toy)

Verse 3:(Big Tin)
Damn Mich
Alright 
Let me get It right
I ain’t like yall
Ion let it slide
Riding with the Pipe 
Secure the borders, I don't let shit die
Years passed since I lost the hype
“Momma sad, lost my dad”
I hear that all the time
Depression can’t be put aside
My story that kinda tale that could make thugs cry
Been a shy guy
Rap really saved my life
What you hear now is a copy of my mind on suicide mode from day to night
Bitch don't nap on us
We steady grind
See no future except in rhymes
Need to blow up
There’s no time for a second try
Got main shooters by my side
If you too loud gonna let them take a bite
Now’s the time to hide (huh)
We takin’ over everywhere, don't get it mixed
Treat choppas like my sticks
I just wanna burst
No rehearse
Going verse for verse
In this bitch
Killed so many need a hearse
Killed so many need a fucking nurse

Feel My Rage

Feel My Rage (prod. SiM)

Smoke

Smoke (prod. Lil Flashy)

Hook: (Yung Boi Mich)
Ay lil bitch suck my dick like it’s free
Act in front of copps really nice like I’m clean
In my pants no cock issa beam
10g under my nuts issa stink
Opps try us (nah) issa killin’ spree
Shootin’ with my brothers all in sync 

Verse: (Yung Boi Mich)
Cookin’ the crack in the kitchen, wippin’ dope and I’m missin’ (ay)
All this money got me trippin’, wrap it up, I gotta mix it (ay)
Get the bag and I spend it
New J’s got me pimpin’
Scottie Pippen laying him up with a stick 
Rob his ass just before Christmas 
Actin’ broke got multiple digits
Every week a new mistress
His bitch jump on my dick
Never solo rollin with my clique
Posh boy with new polo (shoes), shoot him with my new bliq
Boi don’t ask me for no gram
Buy a zip broke lil ass man
Goddamn you really fucking broke
I don’t spend my money on no hoe
Never going low heatin it up on a stove

Hook: (Yung Boi Mich)
Ay lil bitch suck my dick like it’s free
Act in front of copps really nice like I’m clean
In my pants no cock issa beam
10g under my nuts issa stink
Opps try us (nah) issa killin’ spree
Shootin’ with my brothers all in sync 

Verse 2: (Big Tin)
Kill some pussies right now
Kill some rappers right now
Shit same different style 
Best weed all the time
Your bitch?
She a five
Fuck her & her dike
Opps slip every time
Caught cases like sike
We striving like hive
Smoke piss, drink some wine
Hood packed, so am I
Don’t ask if I’m good
You know I ain’t right
Don’t ask for advice
You know I tell lies

Hook: (Yung Boi Mich)
Ay lil bitch suck my dick like it’s free
Act in front of copps really nice like I’m clean
In my pants no cock issa beam
10g under my nuts issa stink
Opps try us (nah) issa killin’ spree
Shootin’ with my brothers all in sync 

Verse 3: (Big Tin)
Hair up 
Suck it up
Bitch you better keep it tuck
Circus, turn it up 
Ditch my honda
Switch to truck
Ditching bodies in the trunk
Help your girl to fall in love
Foreign grass lets smoke it up
Love to see us blowing up
Like a time bomb
I’ve been lit since the womb
You on different time zone
It’s legit
I’m a pussy killa
Ask your ma, hoe
Speeding up 
Tryna fade away
Let me die son
Brain dead from this dread
Crushing all the milestones
For this bread doing what it takes
To keep my mind strong
Selling out? never
I’m way too good to hang with rhyme ghosts

In Sync

In Sync (prod. SiM)

Verse: (DW Mich)
Put my own money on the table (Table!)
Disrespect me you get labelled (What!)
We be sparkin these no cables (Whooo!)
Abuse the green like a label
For this life I’m so grateful 
Making moves, call me Able (Ahh!)
They don’t know what I’m capable of (What!)
Keep the glizzy hot and the draco is tucked (Boom! Whooo!)
Try and play, this no game (No Game!)
Laser tag on your mate (Mate!)
Red or green? Who cares?
Splash his brain like its paint (Huh!)
“Is he dead?” I don’t care 
God forgive me for my sins (Yeah!)
All I see is the flames (Hell!)
Your crew full of lames
Uppercut did he faint 
What you said? I Don’t care! (Whooo!)

Hook: (DW Mich)
Look at me murky I’ll end you with a beretta
We searchin’ for him like a vendetta
Smoke some, now I feel better
Fuck on a bitch and put my bread up
Open those legs and I told her to spread them
(Open those legs and I told her to spread them)

Verse 2: (DW Mich)
I put a bitch in a Range rover
Then I gave her a makeover (Wow!)
Not my main just a main blower (Boom!)
Cut her off with a chainsaw
Making movies is amazin’, 10 kilos gass we blazin’
Celebrate, champagne, blow off, task done
Pop a 30 mind blastoff (Blastoff!)
Watch out bout to takeoff (Takeoff!)
So tired need to lay-off (Whooo!)
Take over the world ay
Millions, that’s my worth (Money!)
Show some respect (Heard!)
Slovenian rap, We birth (Yea I Did!)
Get on your knees yaaa heard (Slut!)
She suck me for a buck (What!)
Bitch ugly, I can’t fuck
I’m breezy with hoes (Smooth!)
Kinda shady on this verse
I’m drizzy with flows (Ye! I am!)
She give me the brain with no pause, diamonds be shining they callin me Hove (Lil Hoe!)
Put a lil bitch on a pole, ass be shaking but I don’t need hoes
Sloppy, she taking my soul, God save me I’m feeling really cold
Mouth deep like a black hole, kick her out cuz she a whore

Hook: (DW Mich)
Look at me murky I’ll end you with a beretta
We searchin’ for him like a vendetta
Smoke some, now I feel better
Fuck on a bitch and put my bread up
Open those legs and I told her to spread them
(Open those legs and I told her to spread them)

Verse 3: (Big Tin)
DreaWers
Yeah
Get outta Trap
Outta my Face
Me & My brotha we goin’ insane
For those that hate
Yeah I dont give a damn
Ganja be tuff we grind it in grains
I never lose I learn and I gain
She not bright yet she give me the brain
Ljubljana still stuck in its lanes
Look like a thot with this chains
AP on takeoff 
I Call that bitch rain
Lame
Track’s that they made
Big Tin be stealing the game
No one to blame
Fuck all the fame
Give me the mula
Got shit I must pay
Talk bussines dont play
Ditch bodies in bay
Believe nothing they say
Hatery their mainly disgrace 
Should’ve stayed in your lane
My block be playing no games
Put cash on if you wanna race
Wins on wins there’s no other way for me
Still suffer from drains
When I started to rap real ones stayed
My circle slayes the snakes
They mute when it’s face to face
Dummies, they cannot embrace
Sacrifices that I made
Lonely be my everyday
After lockdown we gonn’ rave
Untill then make no mistake
Missing the stage
Filling with rage
Feelings restrained
On the last page

Hook: (DW Mich)
Look at me murky I’ll end you with a beretta
We searchin’ for him like a vendetta
Smoke some, now I feel better
Fuck on a bitch and put my bread up
Open those legs and I told her to spread them
(Open those legs and I told her to spread them)

Vendetta

Vendetta (prod. SiM)

Hook: (DW Mich)
Pull up on a bitch with a glock (glock)
She yelling Mich don’t stop? (stop)
She was just giving me top (a top)
Give me a line he will drop (pow pow)
New margiela I’ll copp (a copp)
Next artist will flopp (flopp)
In a club I see a opp (opp)
120 I won’t stop

Verse: (DW Mich)
Lights turn off when I’m in the streets hiding from police
Don’t come close cuz I got a pump ready to be squeezed
I ain’t ready to make another felony cuz pigs already searching for me
Deep breath gotta be ready for whatever is
Sweat on my forehead hands shaking where’s my grip
Straight vision ain’t gonna lose it molly and shrooms gotta fuse it
And I’m a boss

Hook: (DW Mich)
Pull up on a bitch with a glock (glock)
She yelling Mich don’t stop? (stop)
She was just giving me top (a top)
Give me a line he will drop (pow pow)
New margiela I’ll copp (a copp)
Next artist will flopp (flopp)
In a club I see a opp (opp)
120 I won’t stop

Verse 2: (DW Tin)
Dancing with this motherfuckin’ striper
might go take her home
To celebrate is never on my schedule
always strive for more
Seeking my redemption like jaccuza
suicide is soft
If you tryna find me
look for party
Marty always balls
Gotta end this quick
I got killas tryna zip me dawg 
Please dont ask me shit, buy my music 
That’s my only cause

Hook: (DW Mich)
Pull up on a bitch with a glock (glock)
She yelling Mich don’t stop? (stop)
She was just giving me top (a top)
Give me a line he will drop (pow pow)
New margiela I’ll copp (a copp)
Next artist will flopp (flopp)
In a club I see a opp (opp)
120 I won’t stop

Straight Vision

Verse: (DW Tin)
Let me set you right
I’m not the one too fight
Bring a bag or a pipe
My shottas shot all on sight
We down 
Put life on the line
Get lit to the sky
Put white in the sack
Don’t snort no lines
Cuz I get lit on Sprite
Shrooms, yay, dirty wine 
Do too much but is aight
Death at 25 (ayy)
Ok get it back
Get the bag
Smoking back to back
Hate me cuz I’m next
Never check the tag
Hit the red
Nitro leans me back
Flames from valve
We win cuz u lack
Step, step, step, step on competition
ye I got ‘em wrecked
(got em what?)

Hook: (DW Tin)
Tryna know where you at
Send me the addy I land
Bitches they worth just a grand
I’m not a boss but i brag
She wanna come over to bang
Said baby just give me the neck
Gotta be strong and not crack
Cuz they be watching my step

Verse 2: (DW Tin)
We swipe your block with a tec
Cut edges and burn all the stacks
I’m counting just racks
Don’t fuck with no citizen raps 
Only my gang
Vicious like Rex
Yall kids need to learn how to flex
That ice get you no respect
Fame’s just an aspect of facts
Be careful what you wish

Hook: (DW Tin)
Tryna know where you at
Send me the addy I land
Bitches they worth just a grand
I’m not a boss but i brag
She wanna come over to bang
Said baby just give me the neck
Gotta be strong and not crack
Cuz they be watching my step

Verse 3: (DW Mich)
I don’t need her 
Next week I’ll leave her
Need to fuck her bestie
We had a threeway
Yall biting like beavers
Flowing this beat way to easey
Your bitch she a cheater
She gave me head in a two seater
But I know she not a keeper
Your mustach fuckin’ musty
His jordans hella crusty
Your team has no trust
We left you in the dust
This glock hot is gonna bust
(Team has no trust)
(Left you in a dust)
(Hot is gonna bust)
(Left you in a dust)
(Hot is gonna bust)
Fuck on this bitch is a must
This is no love only lust
Heard she got crushed
Love she wanted to rush
Pussy dryer than crust
All of the xans got flushed

Hook: (DW Tin)
Tryna know where you at
Send me the addy I land
Bitches they worth just a grand
I’m not a boss but i brag
She wanna come over to bang
Said baby just give me the neck
Gotta be strong and not crack
Cuz they be watching my step

Baby (prod. Lil Flashy)

Verse: (DW Mich)
Sorry officer I ain’t got time
To stop at the red light
All she wanna do is fake fight
Stur the drama up
Cuz she a drama queen
All she wanna see is green and the lean
And she got the heat
Asking for tricks and treats
Pussy fire she got the keys
All my bitches fire they come in teams
Broke boi you a wannabe
Dreawers out here poking bitches like we vaccine
Fill her up got no plan B
She got my vitamin D
Girl let's make a new family tree
Let the kids watch Sesame Street
Why am I so fucking sweet
Taking a test I need to cheat
In this shit I’m way too deep
Woke up it was all a dream

Verse 2: (DW Tin)
I feel like Mr. Incredible
When I pop that edible
Elastic when she goes fantastic
Progressive on my mini tool 
Take a swim in love pool
Been high when I met you 
Booty thick 
Got me stiff
No cap
Like a statue
My neck achoo ! 
Sucker for that green 
I be stacking blue 
Always down but I don’t fuck with you 
They brought a glock but we got 2 (tututu)
Quentin Tarantino shoot
Conversate with demons in my room
Told me I'm gonna be dead very soon
Bad mood
I’m in bad mood
Been a sad dude
Mad 2
Had to dwell on a taboo (ya ya)
Blow up with no tattoo
Got no job
With this fucking guap
Patient like I’m brand new
You gonna find me bumping in the back stu 
Whole crew on that blast syrup
Throw up on the curb
Wavy, on this track I surf 
Bitch we DreaWers always first
Dying of the thirst 
Burst my knowledge ‘till the hearse
You want my place? Just say it and it's yours 
Could do this any different way 
I don’t even want it, fuck a verse

Euphoria (prod. SiM)

Intro: (DW Tin)
There’s sun after rain
Love hidden in the pain
Faking it is no gain
Be real
Don’t get lost in your brain

Verse: (DW Tin)
Lookin at the sky
Staring at your eyes
Seem so fine
All I have are vibes
Share them with you through the night 
When you all alone wanna make you smile
I know life goes down many times
Still don't drug your mind
SiM gets the high	
Ready to ignite
Screamin Bye
To the lonely nights (goodbye)
Felt lost now I’m feelin right
Left away the fright
Behind the lies where the truth lies
Baby Girl
We gonn’ catch up time that flew by (I, I, I, I)

Bridge: (DW Tin)
I needed time
To sober up with wine
Get all hype off
While I’m high
Sad guy
Lost in Rhymes
Since 99’
Battle Fights Inside
Heart versus Mind
Cannot pick a side
For this one
Imma let the God decide

Verse 2: (DW Mich)
Let’s smoke and chill
Don’t worry about damn bills
Let’s pop one and catch a vibe
You know you the perfect type 
Pour me a lil more of that dirty sprite
Honey let’s get mills from only flippin bricks
We can live in them high hills
Looking sexy in those high heels 
Wait I’m so fucking high
This love is not real
Use me only for deals
Abusive cuz you on pills
Illusive this is a trill
Deluded this is no game
Actin’ clueless with the flame
Useless if I don’t have propane
Yellin’ “you a lame with no brain”
Baby let’s get sober and make it rain
Cuz until then you won’t get my love, you fucking junk

Time That Flew By

Time That Flew By (prod. SiM & MICH Screw)

Intro: (DW Tin)
Hop in a Tesla
Let me drive
You can never seize the vibe
All my whips green 
They my slimes
Exhaust clean, pull up gentle 
Fry
Those tires like I’m mental
Fly
In my Civic through the night
Grab her by her tights
Don’t say it’s wrong
You know it feels so right

Verse: (DW Mich)
I’m movin thru Cally, she gave me the addy
I butcher her daddy, low ridin in a caddy
I’m not paying for the cab 
We cooking the beats in the lab
Ye she gave me the head 
Try and peak into my bag
She wearing Gucci with Fendi 
She came really handy
Vlone necklace purple diamonds be landing 
Me and my gang Vlone thuggin’
These ugly bitches we ain’t hugging 
She on meds she really buggin’
And she fucks with the feds
Kick that bitch off my land

Bridge: (DW Mich)
Eat her out like fast food
She really taste good
When I’m done I clean it with a mop
Bitch wanna steal my guap
Rich eating toast with the guac
In the booth on lock

Verse: (DW Tin)
I 
Live
Every inch of this bitch 
Called life
Pop a bottle to ignite
Smoking double pack
Get that money stacked
Got thots in city left & right
Boss shit
We ain’t other guys
Pimping like I’m Eazy E up in his prime
Looking hella basic ‘till I rhyme
Bitches be hating
For features not paying
Not better than DreaWers, just saying
Slaughter her back when she laying
The fuck yall doin? 
Stop playing
Hop on our wave and stop playing
Slovenian scene needs to be saved
Taking this task to my grave
Buzz off, you not really brave
Wanna clique with the Winners?
You need miles in this game
Check my rap dash
Slash grind mixed with cash hash 
Spark this hoe ‘till I backlash
Turn it into ash pass 
Blunts 
But I’m not sharing my bags, racks (send’em back to bank
damn)
All I want is respect
My shows to get packed
Always count on my spazz
DreaWers deliver the gas

Cally

Cally (prod. SiM & MICH Screw)

Verse: (DW Tin)
(AY AY)
I get the bag
Get the sack
Talk shit we find you A$AP
Make money and then get it back (bitch, what, yeah, huh)
I’m sippin’ that purple, that lean
Smoking on green
Hop in the Beamer, this bitch gonna spin
Doors suicidal, we pull out that beam
Pray to the God if you leave me on seen
My time and your time not be in sync
Fuck what you listen
We better than that
This Circle of BOSSES
You just middle man
Cut my connections
With all of you rats
Hyping shit up though that really be trash
If she a mami you know I'm gonna smash
Writing on SiM’s beats, feel like I’m Flash
Lookin around me they want me to crash
But fuck all that bullshit
I hit me some gas
Fuck all that bullshit
I smoke me some thrax
Gave a fuck about you but now Imma flex

Bridge: (DW Mich)
Yea this beat real sauced up
Told Tin we gotta boss up
Beef with us you get tossed up
Blunts long like a cobra
Stretch her out like yoga
Looking thick in fashionnova

Verse 2: (DW Mich)
Ye she looking thick in fashionnova
Slidin like a motherfucker you ready to pay me?
I pull up with marty at your party
She give me the sloppy 
She give me the molly
We so slick, rick, can’t stop ballin’ 
I gave her the dick she can’t stop callin’
She really stallin’ lil hoe
I put her into friendzone, gave her the best bone
Never smokin’ alone, munchie hittin’ where’s the snacks bro
She saw me as bait, losers throwing the hate
Wait huh huh
Let’s go on date huh huh
I am to blame huh huh
Cuz she always late (what what)
I need to wait (what what)
For money to rain (rain rain)
Fuck the fame (its lit)
Let’s do a race (race race)

Sauced Out

Sauced Out (prod. SiM)

Hook: (DW Tin)
Peace was never a state of mind
All I ever do is grind, smoke it up
I just get fly
Gas, latinas by my side
All I wanna see are smiles
1260 be my side
Steady mobbing, X-Files
Now we blowing to the sky
Bass be kicking side to side
Shorty thick, she really fine
Better get your ass in line if you wanna spend my time
Take a ride with my Honda ya you could never die
When I switch that nitro on she gonn’ lose her fucking mind

Verse: (DW Tin)
Where I’m at?
Bitch I’m in Ljubljana
With that cama
Tryna hit you mama
Condone no credit only gwalla
Sparco Gamma 
On my fuckin Lamma 
About this trap you know nada
Rode wave just for clout
Fire back with lava sound
We them finest rap cloud
My hood never switch up
Only win
Committing sin
Smoking green
Sippin’ purple drink
On the sink fuck some P!nk
Tell your friend I’m tryna link
It's cold outside but I’m in spring
So much yay it fucking stinks
Bricks on bricks I’m building quick
I'm too high yeah I'm on peak
Been lost so bother not to seek
Forget about pain
Heal with gain
Losing sane  
Purple rain
Said she unsatisfied
Replied “4 real ?”
This how you feel ?
Just gotta know you down to deal 
I'm here to love and grind
But be aware that

Hook: (DW Tin)
Peace was never a state of mind
All I ever do is grind, smoke it up
I just get fly
Gas, latinas by my side
All I wanna see are smiles
1260 be my side
Steady mobbing, X-Files
Now we blowing to the sky
Bass be kicking side to side
Shorty thick, she really fine
Better get your ass in line if you wanna spend my time
Take a ride with my Honda ya you could never die
When I switch that nitro on she gonn’ lose her fucking mind

Verse 2: (DW Mich)
Double cup ready to take me out (like a light)
So high need to fuck that ass (yea yea tonight)
Why is that shit so bright like a fucking light
Roll another one blow it to the fucking sky
Flyin through the universe with a UFO
So many pills inside of me
Which ones? I don’t know 
My body shiverin’ I’m cold like the floor
I’m gonna be fine just draw me a line of snow

State Of Mind

State Of Mind (prod. SiM)

Intro: (DW Tin)
Sing me
I’m thirsty for the might
Vision blurry
With my eyes
Can’t decide
This a dream 
Or is it real life ?

Hook: (DW Mich)
I call her wifey
She too spicy 
She didn’t like me 
Now she top me
Cuz I got the drip
Unload me like a clip

Verse: (DW Mich)
Drippin in cheese get the keys to your bitches pussy (sheesh)
My gang don’t do broke knees got them double Gs
Drippin in them LVs brand new jeans
100 G's on my bank account put it in her mouth now take it please pretty please
She going loca and she love the sosa
And I broke her fucking heart
Aim at her tits like I’m shooting darts
Drop top cruising through the city like I’m gloriosa
Shooting for the stars is legendary 
Rest in peace to Pop (Smoke!)
Flying to the moon cuz I’m on that spice
Got pneumonia from all this ice
And we all laced up can’t see the faces
This song will take you to whole lotta places

Hook: (DW Mich)
I call her wifey 
She too spicy
She didn’t like me
Now she top me
Cuz I got the drip
Unload me like a clip

Verse 2: (DW Tin)
Sky be looking bright
Chilling in Calabasas
Then we fly 
Life’s on fleek day & night
Tell me what you want
Let's kick it right
They gonna hate but it’s alright
Everybody wanna get a piece of pie
But they ain't got this piece of mind
My stress somewhere outta sight
I'm a G 
Keep it tight
Ain no crime
We young and wild
Fucked up many times
Redemption’s not my style
Hating on me
But they cannot stop my grind
Even at my prime
See me strive
On everything
That brings me back
To old times

Hook: (DW Mich)
I call her wifey
She too spicy 
She didn’t like me
Now she top me
Cuz I got the drip 
Unload me like a clip

2 Spicy (prod. SiM)

Verse: (DW Tin)
Ay ay
I go loud like mothafucka
that just lost his sanity
Never check myself
Because I barely feel you're feeling me
Panicking
Shrooms and dirty wine gonn' blur the managing
She panting like a whale 
Attract hoes, call me gravity
Get in your lane
I ain't tryna deal with you & your parenting
Shining like a star with no ice, colder than humanity
Take what you can, give nothing back
Worthless planning it
Selling it
I don't need her anymore
That pussy shallowing
Better than the rest
There’s no reason to go and capping it
Block just spat me out in purest form 
Guess rap is my profanity
Multiple my words with bars
Scars I got from battling
Flying with my gang to Mars
We don't fuck with your energy
Ruthless 'till I change my mind
Then I’ll turn to the charity
By that I mean give rap a chance
To recover from my brutality

Hook: (DW Mich)
Stop it
Cock it
I gotta fucking pop it
Now I gotta catch a body
I’m not even sorry
I shoot up your party

Verse 2: (DW Mich)
Smokin in a booth like I’m Boosie
She wanna suck me Like I’m Uzi
Rollin in a jacuzzi 
Bought her some ice now she feeling boujee
Gotta spoil her I know she not a groupie
Livin this life it feels like a movie
So many drugs I feel like a pharmacy 
So much gold I’m only fucking farming it
Stole your bitch I put a cock in her
Hit your homeboy I put a fucking glock in him

Hook: (DW Mich)
Stop it
Cock it
I gotta fucking pop it
Now I gotta catch a body
I’m not even sorry
I shoot up your party

Outro: (DW Mich)
Party breaker pop a molly than I go retarded
She gonna show me how is she the smartest
How is she the smartest
How is she the smartest

Not Even Sorry

Not Even Sorry (prod. SiM)

Verse: (DW Tin)
Fuck all that bullshit u heard
Put my choppa You end up in dirt
Clean sprite? nah
We sipping on mud
Shorty from Texas she suck me real good
I do that shit and u sticking like a gum
Crack your head with a bottle of rum
Lookin’ real dumb boy you bout to get sum
See me in public just pass and say nun
Snatch your chain and sell it for bricks
Orchestra in back ye whole lotta sticks
Call paramedics and not the police
Flip the mattress, reach for my piece
Fall asleep I got no peace

Verse 2: (DreaWers)
My gun smooth like it’s running on grease
Shells hot like they coming from Greece
Thotties exotic, they came overseas 
She looks hotter than Obama’s niece
My gun is silent like arrows
Shooting sideways I’m Sparrow
Heard ya shit ya shit was mellow 
Leak that shit like it’s a demo

Verse 3: (DW Mich)
Pull up on a bitch at a party
She lookin pretty like Ashanti
Bust on her face I see my army
Cruise in my sexy rarri
Ignorant I’m going rowdy
Smoking room is pretty cloudy
His blood is on a pavement 
Got a gun ain’t gotta aim it
Wanna fuck I need a payment
Hide his body in a basement 
This is not for entertainment 
Feds searching my location 
They will never find my placement 
Blowin’ up their fuckin’ station

Rowdy (prod. SiM)

Verse : (DW Tin)
Sliding through the five
Crank the volume up
To the sky
Everybody smelling that I’m high
Buzzin’ like a hive
Summer time
Smell of her perfume on my tights
Keeps my spirit light
Dark thoughts gathering inside me
But I’m feeling bright
I can’t even lie
System be too fried
I'm gonna live it up
Sleeping on my demons
Keep them outta sight
Cursed in every piece of mind
Stay right here in silence
I wanna be romanticized
So much pressure been applied
In my teenage life 
Took it all in one take
You can see it in my eyes
Begging for the old days
I’m not even in my prime
Silver veil separates me from the void in the night
Losing my connections with this world
But I ain’t picking suicide
Keep on saying my name
When I move out to the other side
How come they all look alike?
They ask when never asking why
How to triumph from this fight?
Lost at day so I chase the night
Turn this money to my bride
I’m just done with all goodbyes
Lock myself in myself
Until I know I'm feeling right
You are the one who saw me naked in the dark when all was bright

Verse 2: (DW Mich)
Light it up ay
Light it up ay
Light it up ay
Light it up ay
Roll another one SiM roll another one
Roll another one so it can get peaceful
So we forget before it was all lethal
Ride around town with a cruiser
Feeling like a loser
But it’s sunny outside
Feelin better and better every night
This shit was mandatory 
That we building ourselves
Acknowledging
Knowledge is needed for new levels
Swimmin no need of paddles
Shit too easy snatching all gold medals
Baby let’s get high now
Baby let’s get hype now
Baby let’s get high now
Baby let’s get hype now

Back To The Madness

Light It Up (prod. SiM & MICH Screw)

Verse: (DW Mich)
I can appreciate old rappers new rappers 
When DreaWers came to the game
Y'all called us mumble rappers 
This song to prove them wrong
Listen to me closely 
I’m trying to show it off 
My only goal: to kill y'all
To become the G. O. A. T. and look from the top
To snatch y'all awards steal your shows
I belittle them hoes tasting like cinnamon rolls
Started spitting I came to rumble
Went throughout to much to be humble
Here to eat you up, I’m the mother fucking punk
Stuff you in the trunk
Influenced by God, Kanye West 
VVS on your teeth but you fam can’t even eat
Stressed out I can see
Throwin synonyms randomly
They actin like kids don’t even know what that means
Childish little bitch sit down 
And say your preach

Hook: (DW Mich)
Name came from Dreaming about Winning
Hungry for the fame, ready for the grind
This is the begging, my mind is heaven
Lay out all the pain issa blessings

Verse 2: (DW Tin)
It ain't easy escaping the gutter
Especially after getting kicked out by your own mother
Bad thoughts summon
Used to be a baller
Cozy life former
Friendly touches turn formal
Homies started acting paranormal
No kush to make you feel warmer
Becoming thief or a gunner
Gonna get you closer to the last supper
Drugs upper your mind
But turn you into loner
Suddenly feeling lower
When you realize that your youth’s over
Outcast how long?
That depends
If you willing to leave your past
I pray for everyone in this mess

Hook: (DW Mich)
Name came from Dreaming about Winning
Hungry for the fame, ready for the grind
This is the begging, my mind is heaven
Lay out all the pain issa blessings

Verse 3: (DW Tin)
Slide for my G’s , kill to be free
That’s what you get for being PIE
My block hot like 223
Getting ready homie
Can't you hear the rim?
Shit levitating, is above the rim
I ain't rapping if it ain't from SiM
Light the blunt 
Oil her like it's glim
Feeding cats with my sin
I can never go unseen
Switching forms as you blink
Might just add another link
Got no ice only bling
Might just catch another body
I'm killing from within
You gave up before u risked
One mistake and you dipped
0 shot 
All them missed
Gotta try
Never leak
My clique only dreaming big
Going off the grid
Feed my mind with your greed
Hustling 'till I make it big
And so goes for my team (Bitch)

Outro: (DW Mich)
(Let me speak)
Stay humble but can’t fit into rap bubble
Keep the hustle,listen to your main muscle
Stay humble but can’t fit into rap bubble
Keep the hustle,listen to your main muscle

True Hunger

True Hunger (prod. SiM)

Intro: (DW Tin)
Wow wow woow 
WooW
WOOOW
WOOOOOW!
Yeah, we crashed

Hook: (DreaWers)
Grey ass T-shirt, smokin’ on swishers
Fuck on your bitch she be calling me mister
Yellin’ like pitchers, fuckin’ on bitches
Step in a party they playing my bridges
Matrix got glitches, he a trickster
Gas be too strong I'm seeing 3 digits
Rollies got riches, we got richer
Try as you want, can’t catch my feelings

Verse: (DW Tin)
Better don't test me
I come from the buildings
When we shoot on sight 
All my homies be fearless
Don't fuck with this choppas
My barrel the cleanest
Kill phonies on mics
Leave your bitch do the cleaning
I feel like I'm Maxo 
I'm keeping it real
My money expanding
But I signed no deal
They call me Big Tin
Because I eats the Lils
Pop me a perky
And I ain't talking bout pills
You poor ass bitchas boi
Get your shit up
Don't act like you don't know wassup
Heard your shit & I nodded off
Me and brotha got it locked 
Ye we back in blood
How many problems you got Tin?
A lot 
But a bitch ain't one
I be going back to back
Until my momma say I'm blessed
Drop outta school but I’m gonna pass
All this shit got me stressed
Gotta get gassed
Wake up outta ya sleep
Or we gonna get you wrecked (prrra)

Hook: (DreaWers)
Grey ass tshirt, smokin’ on swishers
Fuck on your bitch she be calling me mister
Yellin like pitchers, fuckin on bitches
Step in a party they playing my bridges
Matrix got glitches, he a trickster
Gas be to strong I'm seeing 3 digits
Rollies got riches, we got richer
Try as you want, can’t catch my feelings


Verse 2: (DW Mich)
We got Sprite in our veins lean in our brains
Perc in our livers feeling kinda fearless 
Nicotine in our lungs do it only for funs
To impress our peers
Runinn like dumb deers
What was the deal
Only do it so we can appeal 
Fake impressions all over our faces
Aces in our sleeves
Misery in our souls
God only beholds
How many fake faces we gotta fool to get the role (I don't know)

IDK (prod. SiM)

Hook: (DW Mich)
Lost a lot of friends and I ain’t even stuck up
Got into my feelings now I be drippin prada
Mask myself with all this money I got a lotta
I don’t want the fame I just want the guala
I feel like a God walk into the church they bless me
Walkin that to baddie she just wanted to caress me
We got hella hoes they just wanted to undress me
Your stupid crew they wanted to test me

Verse: (DW Tin)
Fuck all that shit
I get it back (back)
See me on street 
I do not lack (step)
Step back like steph curry
I’m seasoned with stress
We was right here
Where were you at? (dafuck)
Ask no question
Keep it intact
Tactical foul
Im with the best
Sour my name
Sour my gass
I cannot trust you
You with the feds (nope)
Struck like a light
With no regret
Chop it and flip it
While she give me the neck (flip it)
Aint no magician 
But my stacks be decked (stacked)
Fast like my money
Our time be so blessed (blessed)
Always on dumb shit
Making no sense (sense)
Came a long way
From trenches to nest (prr)
Set it too high
Fell with the vest
Shipping to east and sometimes to west (tupac)
Wake up baked 
I aint talking bout grass (less)
Blow up my brain
Its already dead (dead)
But fuck it I still make her wet
You worried? (nah)
Nah It’s no regrets
She fucking her dike while I’m on the set
Im so feroucios I need me a vet
If you be smoking include me for laughs
When I create with my team issa spazz
They just be looking for me like a check (man)
What did u expect?
I return with the max
Oppress you and your fucking gang
And It always feels so blessed
Until its silent, dark and blank
Told my pilot do not land
Reconsider my attack (pff)
Cuz I glow
With no blow
I ain a bich because I’m solo
All of you wankers are late 
Yea you slow
My air on a scale and shows 0 hoe
Bought me a lego we building bricks (hoe) 
Cut me down fast or I’ll shoot you in throat 
Murder on my mind since 99’ bro
We are at war this ain no save zone
My hood packed 
We shoot for fun
Fuck your agenda
I’m chilling on sun
My homies narcotics
Their money still runs
I cannot stop it 
I’m smoking through lungs
Pussy and brews and that za be my lore
It’s just a dream big tin be still broke (broky)
Dont wake me up I wanna adore
The beauty of being forsaken and bored

Hook: (DW Mich)
Lost a lot of friends and I ain’t even stuck up
Got into my feelings now I be drippin prada
Mask myself with all this money I got a lotta
I don’t want the fame I just want the guala
I feel like a God walk into the church they bless me
Walkin that to baddie she just wanted to caress me
We got hella hoes they just wanted to undress me
Your stupid crew they wanted to test me

Verse 2: (DW Mich)
I got the bags under my eyes I’m lookin careless
She wanted new Audemar that bitch is brainless
AP baggette this bitch is stainless
I got a bag a lot of money 
Feel like a king this shit is nothing
Smokin that venomous this shit toxic
She saw the bag she wanna lock me
She want the perc I gotta stop her 
That shit for me I gotta pop it
Wanna steal chains gotta pop him
I’m a maniac where the xanny at
Calm myself with a Ex pill crazy brat
Lot’s of cars and this shit scary (scary scary scary scary)
Got a girl and she kinda crazy (crazy crazy crazy crazy)
Smoking that good cush they tryna lace me (lace me lace me lace me lace me)
She shaking that ass and that shit jiggly (jiggly jiggly jiggly jiggly)
We goin crazy like Gangsta Brazil (Gangsta Brazil)
I got the bags under my eyes I’m lookin careless
She wanted new Audemar that bitch is brainless
Stainless chains on me can’t even see shit
Got a bitch with me and she lookin clueless

Hook: (DW Mich)
Lost a lot of friends and I ain’t even stuck up
Got into my feelings now I be drippin prada
Mask myself with all this money I got a lotta
I don’t want the fame I just want the guala
I feel like a God walk into the church they bless me
Walkin that to baddie she just wanted to caress me
We got hella hoes they just wanted to undress me
Your stupid crew they wanted to test me

Bags (prod. beats by brando)

Hook: (DW Tin)
You tryna see me lose
But I can’t with my crew
Remember how she blew
My mind is overdue
You tryna see me lose
But I can’t with my crew
Remember how she blew
My mind is overdue

Verse: (DW Tin)
Show me speed when you get undressed 
Hope it’s just for me
Keep it blessed
Empty pill bottles
Cuz I stress
Attachments when I crack
Never shoulda fucked with her
She a north$ide shawty
All she know is blow
Too much time wasted because I’m low
Too cocky with my life Imma fold
Never end it with my crew it’s so gold
Dior on my pants and I’m bold
Fuck the phone put it on hold
Dream 24/7 about you
I still can’t get over you
All I see is purple purple hue

Hook: (DW Tin)
You tryna see me lose
But I can’t with my crew
Remember how she blew
My mind is overdue
You tryna see me lose
But I can’t with my crew
Remember how she blew
My mind is overdue

Verse 2: (DW Mich)
In Miami we party all night
Going through my phone acting like a spy
Baby you know I don’t like side
Give me the main I wanna feast 
In the bed she rollin like a beast 
She acting real kinky, gave me the leash
Let’s smoke and sleep in a sky
Counting mula do it all night
Get my suit lookin real clean
We be ballin me and my team
My table order all booze
You will never see us lose

Hook: (DW Tin)
You tryna see me lose
But I can’t with my crew
Remember how she blew
My mind is overdue
You tryna see me lose
But I can’t with my crew
Remember how she blew
My mind is overdue

Overdue

Overdue (prod. JpBeatz)

Verse: (DW Tin)
Ay (3x)
As I look around
All I see is damage
Bound to lose again
Drinking Sprite on a carriage
Going to Madrid
Just to see my parents
Real as a bone
Don’t need no spinach 
Fuck Spain heal my sorrows in Munich
Cutting down veins
I ain did it for Image
Shawty wanna play
But It ain no scrimmage
Solved all problems 
Call me genius
Living on the line
I try
Amphibious
Call me dumb is true my head’s 
Delirious
Screw them all cuz they sure 
Not feeling us
I don’t wanna fight 
End up oblivious

Verse 2: (DW Mich)
Playing with a fatty (ass)
I buy her new Fendi (bag)
We ready for that (cash)
Our dracos hot no (ham)
Empty a clip on his HEAD
Hiding dope in my fanny PAC
Fans wanna suck my dick MEH
We smokin’ on that GAS
Light the blunt that’s how we smoke NO PASS
Do it so I can refill my energy 
Do it for money but lose my privacy 
Don’t stop ’till I leave a legacy

Verse 3: (DW Tin)
Feeling cold since December
Time is linear & she’s gone forever
Never wanted nothing 
But strive for better
Keep myself so low 
In sorrow I’m veteran
New drugs old habits 
I’m off like reverant
Cut you off quick 
I ain for settlement
Tracking down hoes 
On the roof
With my bro
And we roll
Anotha 
And anotha 
Then we float by
Stop babysitting and serve me a boat
MDMA holds me up like a ghost
I speak for myself 
I don’t need you to boast
We fry’em like chicken
We fry’em like toast
Feel like the man but I do not post
Always at home
Never the host
This is a hoax
I’m off the dome
Going through places that fade when I hope

Verse 4: (DW Mich)
I remember shit like Em in 2002
Tunnel vision I’m in my fucking mood
Bitch get of me I wanna groove
She was just trying to get some wood
I’m gonna teach you on a oldschool
Beats are brazy pass me the kush
I’m going crazy in this fucking stu
I need a perc I need my goods
And some xanny bars
I’m shining like a star
Never dropping my guard
Millis on my cards
Billies on our minds
Smoking on cigars
Didn’t know we would get so far

So Far

So Far (prod. harryarcher)

Intro: (Yung Boi Mich)
She surfing on the toilet
They look at me wide
Jumpin from side to side
In the kitchen they boil it

Verse: (Yung Boi Mich)
Her daddy spoil her
Destroying her parents pride
20 dudes spread her thick thies
Her pussy like amusement park
Open wide, ye come inside!
She get the cream, money please
Ah shit another disease 
They just call her STD
Worth for those Prada jeans
(Prada Jeans, Prada Jeans, Prada Jeans)

Hook: (Yung Boi Mich)
They all see that life ain’t paradise
They praise the devil cuz they dead inside
Bullet saved my life 6 feet down
I’m in paradise, I’m in paradise

Verse 2: (Big Tin)
See me driving through your hood 
In the night
Crackin’ windows, slicing with a knife
Like me better when I’m not alive
sippin’ Dirty Sprite
Life been everthing but fine
feels like Satan’s Paradise
motherfucka still had to grind
Music brought me back to life
Wish that I could go offsight
To never see the light
I’ve been asking why?
Too many times
Why I cannot feel the vibe?
Why am I so alone?
Why is there no bright side in my life?
Fuck that 9 to 5
Rocking brands, I’m that Brand New Guy
Me and Mich gonna fuck the game up
with the every hoe aside
In my words you can see no lies
snitches around me get crucified
then burned alive
Mind on suicide mode from day to night
My demons in disguise 
That’s why my depression is only mine
Would be better off 
If I never smiled
but I gotta show’em 
I will never collide
Rose to my fucking feet 
even when my auntie died
Hustlin’ only for my fam 
cuz I don’t know 
anyone else
in my life

Hook: (Yung Boi Mich)
They all see that life ain’t paradise
They praise the devil cuz they dead inside
Bullet saved my life 6 feet down
I’m in paradise, I’m in paradise

Outro: (DreaWers)
(Ayo, Ay)
Never switched a side
Stay humble to my hood 'till I die
We'll rebuild it if all turns right
Didn’t praise the Lord for this life
Stayed in the trap from 9 to 5
For this mixtape pushed my feelings aside

Satans Paradise

Satans Paradise (prod. SiM)

Hook:  (Yung Boi Mich)
When I go to LA
Gonna take 100 roofies
Fuck all the groopies
Listen to Young M. A

Verse: (Big Tin)
Always negative
Positivity is disappointment
My Draco has appointment
Better get to the point yeah
Since I got some guap
Been acting like a dojman
Spend it all for my fam
Fur on me like I'm ram
BAM
I be damned
If I die sober or win a Gramm
I might put her on a 'Gram
If she gonna stash this gram
MAN
My brain is sweating
Bars got mics melting
Still we'll be never renting
Only coppin'
Only poppin'
Only hoppin'

Hook: (Yung Boi Mich) 
When I go to LA
Gonna take 100 roofies
Fuck all the groopies
Listen to Young M. A

Verse 2: (Big Tin)
On foreign tracks
So we get some bags
We feast on racks
My rap doesn't lack nothing
Except some recognition
I should start a petition
For the souls who live in fiction
This song got no fucking diction
Issa mess
When I spit some facts
Everybody hating
Fuck those cats
Fuck'em
I stay benting
Never bending
like those 69 rats

Hook: (Yung Boi Mich) 
When I go to LA
Gonna take 100 roofies
Fuck all the groopies
Listen to Young M. A

Verse 3: (Yung Boi Mich)
Cooger wanna pressure me
Drippin’ gold on my teeth 
Stretch her on a VIP
She wanna lecture me
She wanna drink my foundu
She know I Go-Go-Goku
Taking xanny like it’s food
Dick put her in a good mood
Smoking swishers with his mistress
Than I lost my interest
I feel sins coming my way
Knock you over like a bin
Stay in your own lane
Don’t mention my name
Broke but I’m still acting cocky
Yo Big Tin take that bitch out of my way

LA Groopies

LA Groopies (prod. SiM)

Verse: (NORTH)
Corner of the block, bitch I’m posted with that .30
On my way to hit the plug, bout to lick some cuz we thirsty
I stay with a stick and I shoot like Dwyane Wade
I meet my shooters, all ride, its a payday
I’m picking up orders and selling all hard
When you get lost, get the fuck outta my yard	

Hook: (NORTH)
Get the fuck outta trap you was never invited
10K cash in the bag and I hide it

Verse 2: (NORTH)
We walking with sticks through the lobby (UH YEA)
I know my posses they got me
BUT WAIT
If he with with the acting I shoot through his body
I spin your hood, kicking doors like I’m Robin
Robin hood, watch me hit a lick when I take your Ricky boots,
Yeah, Fuckboi
Choppa outta window and I let that shit spray
Leathel like a black widow, lil boi you don’t wanna play
Play you like some flipper, man I bet my bands bigger
Really put you in your place cuz we know you not a hitter
Saying she's your shawty better, best believe my mans hit her
HUH? My mans hit her

Hook: (NORTH)
Get the fuck outta trap you was never invited
10K cash in the bag and I hide it

Verse 3: (Yung Boi Mich)
Threes in the sky
Losing sight, from the southside
Weed got my mind wide, don’t go outside
Gang on the block, mac on the side
Glock in the sky, my clique always ride
Play with me not too scared to pop it
From the projects I know how hot is
Hard to make it do you rock it
I see shit I don’t talk about it
Moshpittin you know we violent
My gang out here we always stylin’
Silent we never fucking silent
Like your bitch when Tin dipps in her rib set
See the sweat
He a rat, eat cheese
Cheers when I take him to the fucking vet

Hook: (NORTH)
Get the fuck outta trap you was never invited
10K cash in the bag and I hide it

Verse 4: (Big Tin)
My discography only great
Trap house full of haze
Purple got me laced
Akt insane (akt akt)
Turners through the night 'till I fade
Land of Winners where I was raised
Ate all L's now I'm here to take
Forecast cloudy
So I make it rain (rain rain)
We don't do emergency 
We put you straight to grave
North colder than your fuckin' mains
We came for the crown
Slovenian trap makes me yawn
Cuz they act insane
Rhymes kinda cool but too much autotune poppin'
Sometimes you gotta know when to fucking stop it
Believe I won't
1260 steady mobbing

Hook: (NORTH)
Get the fuck outta trap you was never invited
10K cash in the bag and I hide it

Verse 5: (Big Tin)
Promethazine my only remedy
Hennessy 0 malted straight from Tennessee
Tell me how it's gonna be
Tired of being unseen
Best believe that you gonna hear from me
And Mich
Since 99' been rich
Now upstepping in this bitch
Damn yall moves look so glitched
Cuz you all fucking switched
Soon yall end up stitched
From Playbois and DreaWers
We outtie
Bitch

Get The F*** Outta Trap

Music Video

Get The F*** Outta Trap (feat. NORTH) (prod. SiM)

Hook: (Big Tin)
Let that fly on my block
Let that fly on my block
Let that fly on my block
Let that fly on my block
LET THAT FLY ON MY BLOCK
LET THAT FLY ON MY BLOCK
LET THAT FLY ON MY BLOCK
LET THAT FLY ON MY BLOCK
All of my brothers they know wassup
All of this bitches they down to fuck
All of my choppas they bound to pop
All of ya punks are getting dropped

Verse: (Big Tin)
My partnas they shoot out and bleed out the opps
Pray to The Tin like you pray to your God
You pin it and pad it, I lock down that dot
No Bobby in this Bitch, no 69 rot
When Bosses be talkin' you better just nod
Speak only when spoken to, that’s code of my mobb
Leaving no traces, kill phonies on spot
Fetchin’ all problems cuz I give a fuck, duck 
What we hear daily on ma block, buck
20 of them 4 brand new drugs, rock
Crack that with that 40 lock, glock
Need not one to gain my guap
Sucking’s your best skill and so is your thot’s
Mixing japan sweets with gas from the docks
Walk like a boss just in case you forgot
Yea!
Let that fly on my block

Hook: (Big Tin)
Let that fly on my block
Let that fly on my block
Let that fly on my block
Let that fly on my block
LET THAT FLY ON MY BLOCK
LET THAT FLY ON MY BLOCK
LET THAT FLY ON MY BLOCK
LET THAT FLY ON MY BLOCK
All of my brothers they know wassup
All of this bitches they down to fuck
All of my choppas they bound to pop
All of ya punks are getting dropped

Verse 2: (Big Tin)
You think imma stop? Sike!
Came to rob
With no 40 glock
Got my brothers in the cut
Better know wassup
RIP to Pop
Smoke some buck
Shoot my shot like I’m Tory, Stallion do that Bunny Hop
Not Sorry
Issa Party
Tin, no Marty, when I sip on Wok
Muddy, will never change
Failure outta range
Gotta win, sick of 2nd place
Twin turbo, wanna race?
Get some rep, veterans on this game
2 years we keepin' sane
21, demand respect on my name
You can keep the fame
All I want is rain
On my side and main
No parade 
Always level up the pace
Get some water for this heatwave
When we drop this tape
No, aid won't get you saved

Hook: (Big Tin)
Let that fly on my block
Let that fly on my block
Let that fly on my block
Let that fly on my block
LET THAT FLY ON MY BLOCK
LET THAT FLY ON MY BLOCK
LET THAT FLY ON MY BLOCK
LET THAT FLY ON MY BLOCK
All of my brothers they know wassup
All of this bitches they down to fuck
All of my choppas they bound to pop
All of ya punks are getting dropped

Verse 3: (Yung Boi Mich)
(AY! MICH!)
Cruising thru ur block
All the opps wanna drop us
Bitches wanna top us
Bitches call me big poppa
In a few projects yall see why
Competition is not that wild
Dropping bangers we to hot
Killin’ rats don’t need a plot
Rap game full of dead bodies
Partying stealing all the hotties
All the totties, popin on mollies
Calling marty it’s time to party 
He brings toolies time to shoot the police
Better start callin’ me Zeus
Your homies gonna get some lead
Finish this shit with a red dot 

Verse 4: (Yung Boi Mich)
Steal your girl like King Kong
Pass her around like ping pong
Take a shot of my big bong
Eat her out like Godzilla
Ye I’m a killa, pussy you need a trilla
Hit her once that’s what I need to feel her
Mirror mirror on the wall who’s the fliest motherfucker of them all
Bitches wanna fuck me I don’t even wanna talk at all
Pass her around like she a ball, shots blazing that’s a close call
I’m a wrecking ball, demolish you like a fucking wall
(LIL BITCH!)

Let That Fly On My Block (prod. SiM)

Intro: (Big Tin)
Man I'm 2 high 4 that shit
Nah
Fuck that
I ain’t hitting that
Airight, fuck it
Look
Ay

Verse: (Big Tin)
I be floating through the void
Don’t test me just avoid
Hate gets my sticks annoyed
Seek some gas and girls hoy
(Boy)
Bodied mantra tambien yo soy
Hermano de muerte 
with no suerte
When I need it? Bitch fuerte!
Speak my lingo
Like a lizard, with this heat I’m a wizard
Winners only better piss off or get this piss on (ah)
Kill another one like Pow

Verse 2: (Yung Boi Mich)
Smoking ganja, drinking holy water
Black bandana, it’s a fucking (slaughter slaughter slaughter)
Over shoulder, fuck a border
Smack her ass, let me show her (show her)
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8
Look at all these lies they generate 
Soo much money I can’t calculate 
Try to steal it you will fade away
Devils lettuce I’m on it (WOAH!)
Wanna know my name? I’m devils stoner
Hard like stone, am I even stoned?
Hot like a stove (crack on it’s cold)
Sassy bitch wanna ring from pandora
Annoying girl, gotta ignore her
Bad bitch wanna fight, what’s the smell
Dirty dirty like her nasty daughter (sheesh sheesh)
Dick knock her out sleep well
Play with her clit like a bell
Pussy chill like a cell
(PUSSY CHILL LIKE A CELL!)

Verse 3: (Big Tin)
(Ayyy)
Now you boys know me
Think you got me, sike 
I only got me
Bands bands all I see
Yellow light, pull up with the pipe (tututu)
Not living wrong, my gang striving right
Get some rep if you want fight
Clout chasers out of my sight
Droppin everything cuz every track be fine
Ask me what I’m about, bitch only rhymes
DreaWers organized like hive (bzz)
Buzzin’ of that five
G’s only by my side
Let’em have it
Let’em slide
With this tape
Bite of every inch of this fame
(Ayo Listen)
Lets get it Slatts
Don’t sleep
Imma share every milli I get 
Alright!?

Devil's Lettuce (prod. SiM)

Verse: (SilenceOfTheLambo)
I walk in this bitch and she doin' me dirty in the kitchen
I walk with your momma and sister, I call em my mistress
She sucking me off yea she tryna hit triple the digits
No dirt politicians I'm checking it off with the swishes
I like 2 times with a hoe
I might never let it go
She pop molly on the low
And that coca when she pour
Throwing shots she at my door
Imma kick her to the pole
Yea she dancing she get it low
Throwing dollars at the floor
I like 2 times with a hoe
I might never let it go
She pop molly on the low
And that coca when she pour
Throwing shots she at my door
Imma kick her to the pole
Yea she dancing she get it low
Throwing dollars at the floor
(Floor! Floor! Floor!)

Verse 2: (Big Tin)
Rockin', rollin', swaggin' to the max
‘Till I pass
Recording 24/7, get no rest
Corny, still better than the rest
Shootas at me show keep the vest
Lambo & DreaWers got you gassed
Be sure we gonna
In the right state of mind
Shoutout to the Nas
Coppin’ only Japanese cars
Blunts be bigger than a foreign cigar
Made your girl love me like I’m fucking Jafar
She ate me out, steak Tartare

Verse 3: (Yung Boi Mich)
Hoe go crazy, I’m a 90ies baby
I got bread, try and even call me lazy
I got checks for days, millis we don’t pass
She feeling it, her pussy I’m gonna kill for it
Bottles on us, baggin a millie it’s kinda chilly
Club full of gass, Tricky and Dreawers made a mess
Murder this track, Lambo will cover our back 
Cuz I’m in a Gallardo smoking some Gellato
Glidin true the track with the nitro (on)
True heaven and hell it will never end
For this bitch millions I will spend
It’s pouring blues from my gang
She going extra bad with that a$$
When I throw molly on her bed
And we pop a xanny after that
Hiding double glocks in my socks
Milly rock and we will end you on your fucking block

Verse 4: (Big Tin)
Ya Bitch made me un Poco Loco
She only come for Coco
Play with her like she a fucking Jojo
Make her eyes Rojo
Kush always boosting my Mojo
Lived the life on the the Low Low
Fuck the crumbs, came for more more
Be assisting the game like I’m Cinco Ocho
When I’m with her she gets all the love tho
Gets my feelings mixed up even before Coffe To Go
Honda
Cruising
Low
Night
Lover
On the Go
If I said it, it’s for sure
When it’s cold I fly to Mexico
Get a kilo with tobacco 
Draco’s pointed at your neck tho
Better get your ass to the safe zone
Ate this beat straight to the bone bone
Smoked an ounce so I’m gone gone
DreaWers & Tricky again stole the fucking show

Roadkill (feat. SilenceOfTheLambo)

Hook: (Yung Boi Mich)
Gettin’ way to rich
Bumpin’ this tracks, gotta slay it (Slay it!)
Throw a stack in the air
Bitch it’s raining call it payday (Payday!)
Bitches callin my name
Send me the addy, come through in rari (Rari!)
This bitch way to wet
Callin’ mayday, drownin’ in it (Huh?)

Verse: (Yung Boi Mich)
Bumpin this bitch in designer
Tacklin’ a fuck dude like Van Dijk (Virgil!)
Kick a bitch to the side, destroy her backbone on sight (Sike!)
I’m drippin in ice in Jordan Dior lookin’ so nice
Extendo loaded up, going to Uni with a (Tech-9!)
(Huh? Yeah!)
I pull up with an AK, right
Left the 47 burstin’ all night
Volume five of her screaming at night
Like GTA I’m gettin waisted every night (Yea! Yea!)
Take a flight to LA gotta have money on my sight
Fake homies wanna take a bite of my apple pie
Gonna put the poison in and you gonna die
Shining on this track like I’m the chosen one
(Huh? Yeah!)

Hook: (Yung Boi Mich)
Gettin’ way to rich
Bumpin’ this tracks, gotta slay it (Slay it!)
Throw a stack in the air
Bitch it’s raining call it payday (Payday!)
Bitches callin my name
Send me the addy, come through in rari (Rari!)
This bitch way to wet
Callin’ mayday, drownin’ in it (Huh?)

Verse 2: (Big Tin)
Fake faces say goodbye
Take a hike
Walking on the line
Hot like pocket
Launch a rocket ‘tween her tights 
Eyes look low like a saucet
Gossip drip like faucet
Leakin music cuz Im fuckin hyped
SIKE!
Hold on ‘till we drop the tape (ight)
Didn't want to do you like that
Fuck all that shit that I said
Fuck who you know
I’m not fucking with that
No one standing a chance
Saw my bands and she took off her pants
Said bitch beat it 	
I ain’t raised like that
Always strive to do best
Don't believe me? Check the stats
K’s on Soundcloud goin’ mad
I’m the Bull and opps are Red
With the shit
Bodies reek
Throwing elbows in the pit
Better bow when you hear this heat
Cuttin ‘till it fits
Million dolla hits
And all love for my peeps

Hook: (Yung Boi Mich)
Gettin’ way to rich
Bumpin’ this tracks, gotta slay it (Slay it!)
Throw a stack in the air
Bitch it’s raining call it payday (Payday!)
Bitches callin my name
Send me the addy, come through in rari (Rari!)
This bitch way to wet
Callin’ mayday, drownin’ in it (Huh?)
G-G-G-Gettin’ way to rich
Bumpin’ this tracks, gotta slay it (Slay it!)
Throw a stack in the air
Bitch it’s raining call it payday (Payday!)
Bitches callin my name
Send me the addy, come through in rari (Rari!)
This bitch way to wet
Callin’ mayday, drownin’ in it (Huh?)

Payday (prod. SiM)

Hook: (Big Tin)
4:20 on the clock
When I turn my Civic up
Fastest, boldest in the town
Born to smoke’em all

Verse: (Big Tin)
Get a call
“Tin u down?”
Always fam
Flames on my sedan
Skrt through curves like Sean
Nitro bumpin’ like a bomb
Trap jumping and so’s my rep
When I hit that gas (spazz spazz)
Never last
Always beat the rest
Spend cash on the lowkey
New truck It got no key
Veteran call me Kobe (Rip)
Ya bitch she my trophy
Won every time that’s why they owe me
Every city know me
Run this track like Obi
Used to winning, it’s my hobby (ring)
Twelve six zero
No
One
Could
Ever touch me (facts)

Hook: (Big Tin)
4:20 on the clock
When I turn my Civic up
Fastest, boldest in the town
Born to smoke’em all

Verse 2: (Yung Boi Mich)
Seen my homies sleeping with roaches
They need to eat
Wanna see me driving porsches
But I rather swerve in a mazi
Underground but still best on the scene
Bomb you like kamikazi
Cop my momma maserati
Acting like she driving ferraris
Activis from japan got me going mad
Cooking dope with an extendo in my lab
Freezing in this motherfucking booth
In the basement, smoking hella woods
Tipple extendo in the bag
Don’t need magazines, need books
99 best year to be made
And 2020 cuz DreaWers next to get paid

Hook: (Big Tin)
4:20 on the clock
When I turn my Civic up
Fastest, boldest in the town
Born to smoke’em all

Nitro

Nitro (prod. SiM)

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