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lyrics:

intro:

enhance!

chorus:

back then I was better than this
heard your boy ran through with a .556
just give me a minute I'll talk my shit
and I know that I said it before but baby I promise
everything you want I already got it
practice what I preach like a mo-fuckin profit
keep fire my waist like lil bih I'm demonic
I said what I said I'm just being honest
just keepin it real
lil bro live a movie his life like a film
on top of my game its just fuck how you feel
talk to the voices off the x like I'm mentally ill
yeah, heat on my hip and that shit gonna kill
boy lost all his feelings he off of the pills
pour me some wock imma crack me a seal
3 shots at his body he spin like a wheel

verse:

spin like a merry-go-round
I suppressed that gun it don't make no sound
I could fuck yo bitch tell her turn that round
ain't nobody listen to me so I'll talk to myself
I could make a bitch go feral, gucci apparel
boy look like mario throw em a barrel
we puffin on reefer but this ain't a coral
I'm outta my body I'm feelin immortal
hollow tipped rounds, drum mag, infinite
how you make your bands, god damn, internet
boy been tryna turn that shit up like a mix
like I said before he got hit with a .556
dressed in all black fuck all that vampire shit
those from aliexpress boy those ain't ricks
got a drum mag on the gun shit got a kick
so fuckin up I could charge for a pic
I could charge for this shit, I could charge at a bih
banana mag monkey around with the clip
those shots hit his leg and they making him limp
its all off the top boy, ain't no script
remember when I used to use rhymezone
shoutout to aidan he trap off an iphone
and shoutout my old friends, those different timezones
boy those ain't diamonds you wearing rhinestones

chorus:

back then I was better than this
heard your boy ran through with a .556
just give me a minute I'll talk my shit
and I know that I said it before but baby I promise
everything you want I already got it
practice what I preach like a mo-fuckin profit
keep fire my waist like lil bih I'm demonic
I said what I said I'm just being honest
just keepin it real
lil bro live a movie his life like a film
on top of my game its just fuck how you feel
talk to the voices off the x like I'm mentally ill
yeah, heat on my hip and that shit gonna kill
boy lost all his feelings he off of the pills
pour me some wock imma crack me a seal
3 shots at his body he spin like a wheel

Demonic [prod. rygon]

lyrics:

everything i do is just to make you mine
i promise you i never wanna waste your time
like what the fuck i meant it when i said this for life
huh, i meant that shit for real
tryna live on autopilot grab the fuckin' wheel

lil bro hit my phone, he hit me up and imma sli-ide
roll up, shoot up, pull out, bitch
bitch im rich for li-ife
bitch a rid or di-ie
tryna make you mi-ine
you wanna see how i live, i'll show you what its like

i'm talkin' cash in the bag
bad bitch in the back
i be livin' for my brothers
i ain't ever tryna brag
bitch i stay, poppin' tags
bro keep k's, bro keep mac's
imma stay livin' it up with my bros
until we the best, yeah

bitch watch it, i ain't tryna talk i'm tryna gossip
all these mother fuckers hit my phone up, they obnoxious
my life like a boat it rock back and forth until i'm nauseous
heard you talkin' shit behind my back, boy you not him
cash that's a magnet, rich fuckin' bastard
money on my mind, that's the shit that they after
my ex bitch, past her
my new bitch badder
and i don't ever sleep i'm always praying for disaster
home run, barry bonds
i shoot that shit for fun
dj khaled, hoe i'm in this bitch
you know i'm number 1
i blocked your number, fuck you on?
chicken wings, buffalo
bitch i got the cash, i got the bag and i got the flow
wavy in this bitch
sauce like gravy in this bitch
all wheel drive, for your love
mercedes in this bitch
this life a gamble, stack chips
audemars my wrist
i'm tryna live it up, live it down
i ain't tryna dip

everything i do is just to make you mine
i promise you i never wanna waste your time
like what the fuck i meant it when i said this for life
huh, i meant that shit for real
tryna live on autopilot grab the fuckin' wheel

lil bro hit my phone, he hit me up and imma sli-ide
roll up, shoot up, pull out, bitch
bitch im rich for li-ife
bitch a rid or di-ie
tryna make you mi-ine
you wanna see how i live, i'll show you what its like

i'm talkin' cash in the bag
bad bitch in the back
i be livin' for my brothers
i ain't ever tryna brag
bitch i stay, poppin' tags
bro keep k's, bro keep mac's
imma stay livin' it up with my bros
until we the best, yeah

we the best yeah
we the best yeah
we the- we the-
we the best yeah
we- we-
we the best yeah
tryna see how i live, i'll show you what it's like
tryna see how i live
t-tryna- tryna- tryna
tryna see how i live
try- try- try- try- try- try- try-
tryna see how i live, i'll show you what it's li-ike
tryna see how i live, i'll show you what it's like

theyaskedmehowilivemylife

Music Video: https://youtu.be/FX4HLvUxGfU?si=5UDvop03wZVHGrM9

lyrics:

verse 1:

passed out on a monday
blacked out too drunk and I can't think
can't get my head straight, stuck in a headspace
I never do it right unless its your way
I let my guard down for a minute
and I should've tapped out, but I didn't
it's all breathe in breathe out, barely been living
feel like I should get help, but I shouldn't
why shouldn't I

chorus:

shouldn't I
find a way out, not to live a lie, live a lie, live a lie
ugh, just some peace of mind
out of sight, out of sight, out of sight, out of sight, out of sight
you decide
if i'm worth your time, if i'm worth your time, if i'm worth your time
am I worth it, am I worth it, am I worth it
am I worth it?
ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, I shouldn't
ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, I couldn't
ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, why didn't I?
ah ah, ah ah, ah ah
why is it all worthless?
I know that I deserved it
you lit my match and burned it
I feel like i'm a burden to you
and you confirmed it
i'm sorry i'm not picture perfect
the way you picture me would only end up hurting

verse 2:

ugh, my bad i'm not the way you pictured
imma let the pole dance like a god damn stripper
that chop sing a melody, bitch it got rhythm
balenciaga jeans 6k for the denim
boy I put a hole in him
your boy a swisher and we get to smoking him
like fuck do you know 'bout him
fuck do you know 'bout it
boy you a nobody
I make you disappear this some tomfoolery
ugh, just dropped a bag on some jewelry
me and twin pull up you should write you a eulogy
keep a chop like charcuterie
this shit ain't new to me
stay with some sprinters in sprinters, they cool with me
cool with me but they ain't cool with you
better go for a swim, leave him laying in a blood pool
dua, lipa, I got some new rules
keep a, heater, it gonna heat you
mmm, heat 'em up, heat 'em up
mmm, out of luck, out of love
mmm, count 'em up, count 'em up
make him croak like a frog or he'll quack like a duck
dirty a cup boy i'm pouring up mud
pack me a clip he'll pack him a lunch
feel like call of duty with a pack-a-punch
bad bitch with a booty, guess i'm a munch

bridge:

what it do for you and I
living social suicide
my head screwed off, I can't decide
tell me tell me, do you mean what you imply
shouldn't i?
shouldn't i?
shouldn't i?
shouldn't i?

chorus:

shouldn't I
find a way out, not to live a lie, live a lie, live a lie
ugh, just some peace of mind
out of sight, out of sight, out of sight, out of sight, out of sight
you decide
if i'm worth your time, if i'm worth your time, if i'm worth your time
am I worth it, am I worth it, am I worth it
am I worth it?
ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, I shouldn't
ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, I couldn't
ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, why didn't I?
ah ah, ah ah, ah ah
why is it all worthless?
I know that I deserved it
you lit my match and burned it
I feel like i'm a burden to you
and you confirmed it
i'm sorry i'm not picture perfect
the way you picture me would only end up hurting

shouldn't i [prod. dels + miracle] MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCIRPTION

Ya Heard?

Ya Heard? (feat. slayr)

Ya Heard? (feat. slayr) [prod. pk]

w/ @reefuh

Lyrics:

[Chorus] - Enhance

Uh, way I'm on full speed, you would think I'm on go
(Go, go, go)
If the times right, in the night light, we'a kick in your door
(Door, door)
If you hold up, we give no fucks, we'a come back for more
(More, more)
This a Murciélago, Demi Lovato, bro sell white to a white whore

[Verse 1] - Enhance

Your music make me wanna puke, banana and sprite
I'm on top of they head like some lice
And I'm on top of they bitch every night
I ain't beef with you, you work nine to five
Bro think he bulletproof, he surviving
Shots coming from the roof, that's my sniper
Put an AP on my shooter, staying on timing
They wanna be like me, keep biting
Uh, y'all just some wannabes
Uh, uh, y'all wanna be me so damn bad
Your music butt, booty, ass
I ain't know that was your bitch, my fault, my bad
I guess I'm sorry
Uh, boy crying he scream for his mommy
Walk round the store, off an x, I'm a zombie
I want the brain, drop a dot and she'll find me

[Chorus] - Enhance

Uh, way I'm on full speed, you would think I'm on go
(Go, go, go)
If the times right, in the night light, we'a kick in your door
(Door, door)
If you hold up, we give no fucks, we'a come back for more
(More, more)
This a Murciélago, Demi Lovato, bro sell white to a white whore

[Verse 2] - reefuh

Stop, living in the fucking Larry Fitz
My lil bro swipe, off a thirty M-G tryna blick sum
Put my blood sweat and trust, yuh
In this pistol
I just swiped your momma
Imma bad mami jammer
My brother whip it in that spot
I grew up round a scammer
Bitch we hit ya on the fifth
Treat like that is not no scandel
Bitch I'll fuck me up a cheque
In the city of bandanas
I just fu-fucked up my fanta
And my bih on planet spliter hoe, yuh
Skrt skrt skrt

[Chorus] - Enhance

Uh, way I'm on full speed, you would think I'm on go
(Go, go, go)
If the times right, in the night light, we'a kick in your door
(Door, door)
If you hold up, we give no fucks, we'a come back for more
(More, more)
This a Murciélago, Demi Lovato, bro sell white to a white whore

[Verse 3] - Enhance

I kick doors, you kick sticks and rocks, boy (boy, boy)
You make me sick to my stomach
I'm up in her stomach
I'm making some noi-noi-noise (noi-noi-noise)
AMG that's a big toy
In an AMC, off an LSD, I can't even see, no more
No, I can't even see straight
Choppa gay, see a man, it'll masturbate
Five five two hit his skull, it'll desecrate
They wanna ball but bitch I'm playing keep away, keep away, keep away
I look in the mirror like who I wanna be today
I'm gonna be that man, always been that way
I always keep that blam, and I let it spray
Paraplegic boy I make his legs break

Murciélago (feat. reefuh) [prod. OutOfHell]

https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/enhance/xtc-feat-prettifun

w/ @prettifun

lyrics:

Let in that morning light
I had enough to get stuck
Yeah I had a bad bitch fuck
And I had a bitch counting ones (count up ones)

Uh, baby I'll buss it buss it
Uh uh (buss it buss it)
All red nine, carry that nine
That GLE I'm finna take yo design
Roll up, I'm rollin' (yeah yeah yeah)
All that pressure got me foldin' (fo-old)
Off of thrax, bitch I'm rollin' (yeah yeah yeah)
I sell codeine to my brodie
They tryna pocket watch (watch it watch it watch it)
I light this shit up, fill my lungs
I hit lil-b up, and she on the run (yeah yeah yeah)
I light a lil tree up, and kick up dust
I'm on ec-sta-sy (x x)
You can't compare to me
If I stretch my hands you'll see (see)
Bae I put blood in what I speak

Uh, uh
She off x, x, x
I'm onto the next, next, next
Break up with a text
Left on read
I make his white suit turn all red
Syrup, syrup, syrup (woah woah woah)
Bitch I'm pouring syrup, syrup
Sip too much gon' throw up, throw up
Only like her off a molly (uh)
I only like her off a tab
Pill go both ways, I already took half (skrt skrt)
Stay with some killers and shooters no bap
I split blood on my raf
Uh, uh
That bitch still not over me
I hope that hoe over-d
My bitch on coke yeah she do keys
Uh, uh
Huh, I'm tryna change shit
Pull out a range bitch
Let out a cage bitch
She fuck on my stainless (uh)
Rock it, rock it, metal
I make your bitch sound like a kettle
I had to bust down on my bezel
And this dumb bitch think she special

Uh, baby I'll buss it buss it
Uh uh (buss it buss it)
All red nine, carry that nine
That GLE I'm finna take yo design
Roll up, I'm rollin' (yeah yeah yeah)
All that pressure got me foldin' (fo-old)
Off of thrax, bitch I'm rollin' (yeah yeah yeah)
I sell codeine to my brodie
They tryna pocket watch (watch it watch it watch it)
I light this shit up, fill my lungs
I hit lil-b up, and she on the run (yeah yeah yeah)
I light a lil tree up, and kick up dust
I'm on ec-sta-sy (x x)
You can't compare to me
If I stretch my hands you'll see (see)
Bae I put blood in what I speak (blood blood)

[Waiting for Mikey to transcribe]

XTC (feat. prettifun) [prod. meedow]

throw it uppp

Hi-Tech (feat. oko)

SKRT

U Look Dumb

Revivification

Video: https://youtu.be/-xzTOla3VrE?si=9TPDVdsvnmHU1LL5

All Platforms: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/enhance/shouldnt-i-pt-2-2/

Lyrics:

[Intro]

Thousand dollar bills yall

[Verse 1]

What's that
She the type, turn around blow a kiss back
Why you staring at me, know you love that
No comparison, I know you want that
I meant it (I meant it)
I'm selfish (selfish)
Can't help it (can't help it, can't help it, can't help it)
Why can't I help it
Yeah, you pretty hoe, taste your lipstick
When you going home, know you miss me
She on Facetime, sending pictures
She a bad bitch, in her heels yeah
She love when I talk back
Text back one time then I block that
Nobody else here could have known that
I'm finna show them, do what I want yeah

[Chorus]

Shouldn't I?
Leave now 'for I get stuck another time
Bad bitch in the back, she been doing lines
If she pretty she do what she want and she know what she like
Uh-huh
Type shit could change your life
In the back seat hop in and hop out the ride
Yeah, you know that your my type
Only with you when I do what I like
Shouldn't I?
Leave now while I still can
Yeah, I never been the type not to hold hands
What I said before bitch imma let that pole dance
Standing ovation this hoe up on both legs
Huh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Yeah, she love the way I talk
Step over hoes when you walk, catwalk
If you try and leave bitch imma let the k-pop

[Verse 2]

Huh, lil crazy
That's what you like, know you like that baby
Like when you crazy, fuck like you hate me
If I asked whos the best, hands down, you would say, me
Hands down hit it from the back, she a Barbie
Pretty bitch, got a face card, now she want me
Fuck lockjaw she gon' pop another molly
Pretty hoes never cry, they pop an oxy
Fuck Paparazzi
That hoe, she topped me
See me in a dream, with no cash, that was not me
She don't do heartbreak, she just go party
Text her come over she here in a heartbeat
Yeah, you know that I need it, I need it right now
You asking me questions I'm hearing you out
My bitch she pretty and she from the south
Might blow out the speakers with all of this loud

[Chorus]

Shouldn't I?
Leave now 'for I get stuck another time
Bad bitch in the back, she been doing lines
If she pretty she do what she want and she know what she like
Uh-huh
Type shit could change your life
In the back seat hop in and hop out the ride
Yeah, you know that your my type
Only with you when I do what I like
Shouldn't I?
Leave now while I still can
Yeah, I never been the type not to hold hands
What I said before bitch imma let that pole dance
Standing ovation this hoe up on both legs
Huh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Yeah, she love the way I talk
Step over hoes when you walk, catwalk
If you try and leave bitch imma let the k-pop

Shouldn't I? Pt. 2 [prod. w1nkk & dollatega] (VIDEO IN DESCIRPTION)

lyrics:

[Intro]

Pretti
Thank you, thank you
Yeah
Thank you for such an amazing year
Thank you
Like fuck that
She told me she want all that
She told me she want all- yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

Welcome to first class
Don't care 'bout no price tag
2024 I got my cash, I got my swag back
Now imma show 'em what I can do
And bitch imma rap like the rent was due
And bitch I'm the hottest out high school
I been tryna go out and break rules
Ain't nobody do it like me
Fans are hungry, I got the music so I gotta go out and feed
Yuh
We going up so anyone hating now they gonna go and believe
Yuh, I hop in that car with no keys
I put Balenci' on Rick Owens jeans
I promised you that I'll go do it
I'll do it again and I'll do it for me

[Verse]

Yeah, it's been an amazing year
But you'll never know how it feels
Yuh, I got this pressure on both of my shoulders
And baby it's weighing me down
Cut some ties
It's for the best
But now I lie alone
That cigarette
Still on your breath
From the night we broke

[Chorus]

Welcome to first class
Don't care 'bout no price tag
2024 I got my cash, I got my swag back
Now imma show 'em what I can do
And bitch imma rap like the rent was due
And bitch I'm the hottest out high school
I been tryna go out and break rules
Ain't nobody do it like me
Fans are hungry, I got the music so I gotta go out and feed
Yuh
We going up so anyone hating now they gonna go and believe
Yuh, I hop in that car with no keys
I put Balenci' on Rick Owens jeans
I promised you that I'll go do it
I'll do it again and I'll do it for me

[Outro]

Yuh, I'll do it again and I'll do it for me
Yuh, 2025 these hoes finna eat

Pretti

2024 [prod. prettifun]

lyrics:

[Intro]

Yuh she tryna scream my name
Ok is the hardest I swear to god
She tryna, she tryna, she tryna
Yuh yuh yuh

[Chorus]

She tryna scream my name
She tryna scream my- uh yuh yuh
She pop the X all day
Like I'm tryna rot my brain, yuh yuh
I'm tryna fuck my head
I'm tryna fuck my head, uh huh huh
I'm tryna pop them meds
Hoe tryna pop them meds, yuh yuh
I'm tryna see them dead
I'm tryna see them dead
I need some visine eyes so red
I'm tryna get some bring your friend hoe

[Verse]

Ay, yuh, yuh
I'm tryna swing dope
Yuh, yuh, I light up that endo
Yuh, blow smoke out my gun like a candle
Bitch I been swinging that pole like I'm rambo
Got too much to handle
He still get handled
This hoe been gripping my dick like a handle, yuh
(Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh)
(Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh)
Yuh, huh, I'm finna tweak
Yuh, I'm fucking that bih get her weak
Shooter get nervous, slime get geeked
Like I don't deserve that time with me
Tweak off a perc in a coupe for three
Yuh, got her tweaking in a motel six
Yuh, hoe thicker than a multi million
Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh
I'm tryna break that building
Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh
I took a pill an hour ago I don't feel it
Flex a band on a bitch in her feelings
Momma told me to always get richer
Yuh, but sometimes I feel like I'm reaching, reaching, reaching
Yuh, yuh, this hoe speaking in hieroglyphics
Hoe got a fake butt but she the realest
I got my cake up, I'm finna eat it
I been the g-o-a-t since a fetus
Yuh yuh yuh yuh
Huh, I fell in love with the reef
Yuh yuh yuh yuh
Uh, this hoe got it jumping for me

[Bridge]

Yuh yuh, she serving eight ball
Yuh yuh, I'm serving eight grams
I fly out that bitch she in private
Fuck her in private
Got it on cam

[Chorus]

She tryna scream my name
She tryna scream my- uh yuh yuh
She pop the X all day
Like I'm tryna rot my brain, yuh yuh
I'm tryna fuck my head
I'm tryna fuck my head, uh huh huh
I'm tryna pop them meds
Hoe tryna pop them meds, yuh yuh
I'm tryna see them dead
I'm tryna see them dead
I need some visine eyes so red
I'm tryna get some bring your friend hoe

[Outro]

Yuh yuh yuh yuh
I said bring yo friend
I said bring yo friend hoe
Yuh yuh yuh yuh
Yuh yuh yuh yuh
Ok, ok
Yuh, yuh

Rot My Brain [prod. ok, Xion & Twosixx]

lyrics:

[Intro]

Skrt skrt
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Slime, slime, slime, slime
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus]

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (x, x)
I been rollin' wood (x)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Lil bitch I wish you would
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh wait you never could
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm invincible

[Verse 1]

X, x, x, x, heard your hoe want x
This bitch is bi, I said bye
Then I fucked her ex
Begging for bands, she need cash
Throw a hundred racks
Stripper hoe, I'll drop a twenty-ball
On her fucking ass
Uh, I'll take that opportunity
Put twenty on his head
That bitch wan' make a fool of me
I'll get her in my bed
Spend that bae run it back
Pop Benzos to relax
Selling grams, I'm selling packs
Bitch I'm smoking on that

[Chorus]

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (x, x)
I been rollin' wood (x)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Lil bitch I wish you would
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh wait you never could
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm invincible

[Verse 2]

Baby, I'm invincible
I can't even feel myself
Yeah go flex a band if you with it
I don't want nothing else
Bitch I'm on that shit that change your life
You won't ever have
I just took a whole
And this lil hoe yeah she just took a half
X, x, x, she want x
I might give it to her
Yeah that got her talking to me
Smoking on that paranoia
Shoutout to my plug
I- I fuck my lungs
Smoking trauma I might go unload it
Call that trauma dump

[Outro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
I'm invincible
Oh oh invincible
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Slime
Slime
Slime
Slime

Rollin' Wood [prod. 808AD & Pvnksab]

lyrics:

[Intro]

Schyeah, schyeah
Huh, yeah
I just shoved a nuke up my pussy

[Chorus]

Yeah
Yeah
Get baked
Uh-huh this hoe my fav
Yeah
She roll off that molly while we rolling in a wraith
10 blunts to the face face face face face
She get surgery, she fake
This hoe tryna pop that shit all day
Running from the matador, Olay
Yeah I smoked behind a church
I'll send that word to god
This hoe up in my presence
She get present with my rod
Skrt, skrt, skrt, I'm tryna hop up in that ride
Hot tamale she get on me
While your man meet .45

[Verse]

Huh, I been talking
You been tryna change the topic
Paint on me I got a target
Heat on me that shit demonic yeah yeah
I been tryna holla tryna holla tryna holla
Yeah, I stay with a bomb shoutout my slime
Nukaholics
Yeah, so much codeine in my liver
I'm a wockaholic
Yeah it's simple bae if you ain't got it then I got it
Got it?
Yeah, money ain't an object if you want it then you got it
Got that unreleased swag
Bae I need it I'm a chronic
If Six Was Nine, With Number (N)ine, And Chrome Hearts Geobaskets
Boy hop off my dick
You always been the type to ass kiss
If I walk up in that bank
Then bitch I'm laughing cus the racks hit
Got that .9 up in my pocket
It'll fuck you with attachments
Yuh, always keep a strap strap strap
Let that codeine coat my throat like I was sick with fucking strep
I'm on time, hoe on time, hoe on time, no bap
One more time, one more time, yeah I know you'll play it back

Holy shit, this some hot garbage
But I can't stop listening

[Chorus]

Yeah
Yeah
Get baked
Uh-huh this hoe my fav
Yeah
She roll off that molly while we rolling in a wraith
10 blunts to the face face face face face
She get surgery, she fake
This hoe tryna pop that shit all day
Running from the matador, Olay

[Outro]

Montreal has now been nuked

Get Baked [prod. TAINIY KICK]

lyrics:

[Intro]

This hoe only wanna fuck cus I came up
Yeah yeah
I'm blowing blue dream out the window
I never gave fuck bout a name drop
Uh, fuck bout a bitch if she dick hop
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Pre-Chorus]

Uh, yeah
This hoe only wanna fuck cus I came up, uh huh (came up)
Bitch I got your name in my pocket right now
I could fuck round and name drop (name drop)
But I'm puffing blue dream out that window
I never gave fuck bout a dick hop (skrt skrt)

[Chorus]

Uh, skip to the money like hop scotch (skrt)
Don't give a fuck what that bitch want (slime)
Bitch go ahead and just kick rocks (kick rocks)
I'm in that big body whip call it Rick Ross (skrt skrt)
Shorty got no flaws
I'm tryna beat up her back break her back bone (slime)
Fucking that bitch from the back take her back home (bah)
I started trapping while working at FreshCo (flex)
Bitch I pulled up with AP's, back under eighteen (flex flex)
You work a full shift, can't get an eight-piece (flex flex)
That's fucking crazy (what)
Mike I still know that your mad that you paid me (skrt)
I could do a money spread with your salary (flex)
Bitch I was up in produce serving celery (what)
Put a bag on your head never put it over me
Stop tryna act hard boy you a nobody (flex flex flex, nobody)

[Verse]

I rock out with Rick on my body (body)
I pull up four rings on my Audi (Audi)
I poured four lines of the codeine I'm sorry (why)
Anyone try me they get bodied (skrt)
Bitch
I got these hoes going loco (loco)
Your hoe wanna pose for a photo (for a photo)
She got coke on her nose she do mo' snow (snow)
Bitch welcome to Hoco (uh-huh)
Uh, I never slipped up, I got my bag up (skrt skrt)
None of them talk now (skrt)
This a first-person shooter I aim for the head
Yeah I hit like it's top-down (slatt)
Baby come through we could roll up and smoke pounds
I popped two tens and I'm feeling it right now (right now)
She popping Xanax like she tryna pass out
Thirty eight special I buss it and crash out (crash out)
These hoes going crazy (crazy crazy)
Baby I made it
Way we been moving (moving)
Hoe you can't steal my vibe (vibe)
Baby you can't ruin my high (high)
I been off these percs all night (all night)
I been on that shit for life (skrt skrt)
And your bitch wanna be my bride (skrt skrt)

[Bridge]

This hoe only wanna- huh
Yeah
This hoe only wanna- huh

[Pre-Chorus]

Uh, yeah
This hoe only wanna fuck cus I came up, uh huh (came up)
Bitch I got your name in my pocket right now
I could fuck round and name drop (name drop)
But I'm puffing blue dream out that window
I never gave fuck bout a dick hop (skrt skrt)

[Chorus]

Uh, skip to the money like hop scotch (skrt)
Don't give a fuck what that bitch want (slime)
Bitch go ahead and just kick rocks (kick rocks)
I'm in that big body whip call it Rick Ross (skrt skrt)

[Outro]

(Slime)

FreshCo [prod. Inverse & PlentyGuap]

lyrics:

Ok you the hardest I swear to god

Yuh-uh-uh
Cigarette smoke, I could taste it on your breath
Am I still beautiful if I let the tears fall down on my chest
Sleep, sleep alone, I just need my mother fucking rest
You ain't tapped in like this lil bitch oh yeah
I mother fucking bet
(be-bet be-bet bet bet)
You ain't tapped in like this I bet
You ain't tapped in like this I bet
I let that blood run down my chest

Yeah yeah
Your bitch she be federal
Point blank with a decimal
I heard that bitch tweak off of fentanyl
Yeah yeah yeah
I heard your bank got froze man
Off a molly rock, serving rock outta both hands
I got a pole on my hip, let it pole dance
Bitch I done came in this shit not to hold hands
Your music ass, yeah you sound like 4tenths
Bitch I'm Enhance I'll leave you in the past-tense
Walk in that bitch and I came in and killed that
You pushing 30 but your still on snapchat
I send her home break her back in a hatchback
Whole lotta money hoe you couldn't touch that
I'm in that scat pack, hoe got a fat back
Do what I like so you know that I like that

Yuh-uh-uh
Cigarette smoke, I could taste it on your breath
Am I still beautiful if I let the tears fall down on my chest
Sleep, sleep alone, I just need my mother fucking rest
You ain't tapped in like this lil bitch oh yeah
I mother fucking bet
(be-bet be-bet bet bet)
You ain't tapped in like this I bet
You ain't tapped in like this I bet
I let that blood run down my chest

Am I Still Beautiful If I Let Those Tears Fall On My Chest [prod. ok]

lyrics:

[Intro]

Kill yourself
(Schyeah, schyeah, schyeah)
Yuh

[Chorus]

She said that he up
Don't give a fuck, nah I ain't think so
I just cleared another cheque
Hit yo accountant boy your bank froze
I put that shit on
You wear the same but you ain't rock, though
Show you how to pop, hoe
This that filibuster rap, hoe
Yeah we jumping out the trap, hoe
I been fucking on a milf ho-
47 with a fur coat
I had Rick Owens flying overseas from Murlo
I had hoes in the club, who would serve that fucking blow
I got racks now, I got dough
Hands down, I'm the goat
Vetements, 11 inch pole
SevenThree he serve that dope
Cron V if you know you know
Type shit, finna scratch that road

[Verse]

Schyeah, slatt
This one for all my slimes
If she don't got a fat ass, then I won't get behind
This the type of music blow your brains out rocking NUMBER (N)ine
If you don't fuck with me then kill yourself
Boy you a waste of time
Bitch I'm finna rap what I think, I don't think, what I say
I might dress like I'm a twink but I got guns, and they don't play
I'm stacking bills, these men on men
You would think they fucking gay
I told lil shawty when I die to put that money in my grave
Ay-ay
Flex
I'm weak as shit but I'll flex for a hoe
Kinda Freudian, but bitch I pray my wallet never fold
No target audience, but this for you if you been stacking dough
Don't associate with y'all
This hoe tripping in my drawls

[Chorus]

She said that he up
Don't give a fuck, nah I ain't think so
I just cleared another cheque
Hit yo accountant boy your bank froze
I put that shit on
You wear the same but you ain't rock, though
Show you how to pop, hoe
This that filibuster rap, hoe
Yeah we jumping out the trap, hoe
I been fucking on a milf ho-
47 with a fur coat
I had Rick Owens flying overseas from Murlo
I had hoes in the club, who would serve that fucking blow
I got racks now, I got dough
Hands down, I'm the goat
Vetements, 11 inch pole
SevenThree he serve that dope
Cron V if you know you know
Type shit, finna scratch that road

[Outro]

(Road skrt)

Filibuster Rap [prod. tainiykick]

lyrics:

[Chorus]

Yuh
Lil X never hurt nobody
She want some cash, tryna tweak, so that bitch can party
Floating, I'm outta body
Rolling, this shit exotic
She getting tired of the weak shit, she need narcotics
We getting fried on a weekday
Fuck whatever he say
The way I run it back you'd think I put this bitch in replay
Yeah I'm packing with that heat ay
Bitch don't get it sideways
You can't buy this shit lil bitch I bought it off the runway

[Verse]

Yeah, codeine sipper, Imma drink it and drive
Yeah, fucked up liver, you'a sip it and die
Nah I don't fuck with her, I just don't got the time
4 door AMG and a bitch whos finna ride
Yeah Yeah, I get inside, yeah yeah
You say you hate me but I know that I'm your type, uh-huh
She hate drugs but she love when I get high with her
You play with me then bitch I'm finna up the fye with her
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Huh
I feel the X in my system
On that rockstar shit with a popstar rhythm
I got a rockstar bitch, popping pills she been tripping
Yeah, rockstar shit since a jit I been living
I know that she livid
She hating that I'm winning
Type shit that I could go and get a bitch up in her feelings
I ball, no interference
Eyeball, I see the vision
Yeah, blacked out, walk him down, he won't know what hit him

[Bridge]

Slime, slime, slime, slime
Slime slime slime slime slime

[Chorus]

Yuh
Lil X never hurt nobody
She want some cash, tryna tweak, so that bitch can party
Floating, I'm outta body
Rolling, this shit exotic
She getting tired of the weak shit, she need narcotics
We getting fried on a weekday
Fuck whatever he say
The way I run it back you'd think I put this bitch in replay
Yeah I'm packing with that heat ay
Bitch don't get it sideways
You can't buy this shit lil bitch I bought it off the runway

[Outro]

Lil X never hurt nobody
Yeah, lil X never hurt nobody
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Slime, slime, slime, slime

X Never Hurt Nobody [prod. breno]

lyrics:

[Intro]

Schyeah, yeah
X, x, x
I got it now, I got it

[Chorus]

Yeah
I got a whole lotta guns, I got a whole lotta mags
I got a Holottacheese
I need a cigarette fast (I need a fucking cig)
I'm fucking itching for it (yeah yeah)
She say that she need me, say she itching for it
Take her home, break her back
I won't see her in the morning
Yeah, I got a Holottacheese
I got a whole lotta cash
I got a big ass clip I'm finna dump on they ass
She said that she looking for it
Give you what I know you wanting
Yeah I'm fucking crazy, in my room I tweak off narcotics

[Verse]

I'm fucking crazy
Bitch I'll fucking kill you
Went and broke the bank
When I just walked into the building dawg
I was meant to break the law
Need smoke in me, I got withdrawals
Fuck her, then it's over love
Never gave a fuck to call
Juno up on Tinder fucking with a hobo (hobo)
Kick her to the curb and call that shit a low blow
How the fuck you on home arrest?
You ain't got no home
They fucking tie you to a dumpster
And leave you by your lone (what, what)
They say they don't want you so you found a way to cope
Sending nude videos and pictures to they phone
You went and blocked them like you never wanted them at all
This shit so awesome, you prolly went and OD'd in the cold (I hope you die)
You like Holottacheese, you got a whole lotta problems
Get your life together, it ain't too hard to solve 'em
You on them percocets, you want that Perkysex
Yeah, you like Abigail, you be selling pussy for a cheque

[Chorus]

Yeah
I got a whole lotta guns, I got a whole lotta mags
I got a Holottacheese
I need a cigarette fast (I need a fucking cig)
I'm fucking itching for it (yeah yeah)
She say that she need me, say she itching for it
Take her home, break her back
I won't see her in the morning
Yeah, I got a Holottacheese
I got a whole lotta cash
I got a big ass clip I'm finna dump on they ass
She said that she looking for it
Give you what I know you wanting
Yeah I'm fucking crazy, in my room I tweak off narcotics

[Outro]

Holottacheese
I got a Holottacheese
I got a whole lotta cash
What the fuck, what the fuck

Holottacheese [prod. jaden sims]

Lyric Video: https://youtu.be/OMyr60oDo1U?si=kxDo1p_176Ux5uNt

Lyrics:

[Intro - Enhance & TMills]

Oh, oh, oh (oh)
Never sleep
Locked in 24/7 for a week (oh, oh, oh)
I been locked in, you been geeked (oh, oh, oh)
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(oh)

[Chorus - TMills]

Facetime call me on a bad night
Been fucked up tryna get my mind right
You so tempting you make me wanna rewind
Got everybody telling me I need to think twice
Last time you made me feel like a pastime
Last night I stayed up now I don't feel right
The last time you made me feel like I lost my mind
Last time I fell in love I was way too high

[Verse 1 - TMills]

Uh, too faded
The way you switching up like you got 2 faces
Yeah, I can't take this
All this energy I need to be sedated
Yeah, put me to sleep
Keep on counting bodies, I'll be counting sheep
You say you wanna take me out
Well wheres my limousine, bitch
Treat me like I'm royalty
And move on to the next chick

[Verse 2 - Enhance]

Yeah, huh
They say I'm moving on too quick (too quick)
Blacking out so much I think that I might be anemic (oh, oh)
Yuh, tell me that you need it
I could keep a secret (oh, oh)
Tell me that you love me, I don't care if you mean it (oh, oh)
Pills get you through the week
And you say you don't need shit
L-L-Love to run your mouth but never talk about your feelings
You chain smoke and I-
Take drugs and we-
Both know better not to keep in touch
And we both know that there's not a me in us
You can't pick and choose from what you want in lo-ove

[Chorus - TMills & Enhance]

Facetime call me on a bad night (bad night)
Been fucked up tryna get my mind right (tryna get my mind right)
You so tempting you make me wanna rewind (make me wanna rewind)
Got everybody telling me I need to think twice
Last time you made me feel like a pastime (pastime)
Last night I stayed up now I don't feel right (feel right)
The last time you made me feel like I lost my mind
Last time I fell in love I was way too high

[Outro - TMills]

Uh, too high
Oh oh, I'm way too high
Haha

Lost My Mind (feat. TMills) [prod. MTSSS] (VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

Preoccupied [prod. dollatega]

In The Dark [prod. poloharted]

Music Video: https://youtu.be/7UqyPiQ3fzw?si=aI8eoHPvG40uhY8q

Lyrics:

[Intro]
Hey!
Oh oh oh oh oh
Why can't we do it again? (oh oh oh o-)
Hey!
Oh oh oh oh oh (I'll take an Uber XL-L-L)
Oh oh oh oh oh
Okay

[Verse 1]
8 missed texts, from a girl I don't even like (Oh oh)
Had to pack my bags, she looked at me like "you're leaving right?"
Girl that's my bad, I'm leaving you upset
I'm breaching the contract
Why can't we do it over again?

[Chorus]
Fuck up my lungs, carry me in your arms
I'm getting fucked up baby, but at least I had fun, oh oh
Kiss my scars, baby am I enough?
We might not live to see tomorrow so let's fuck shit up, oh oh
(Oh, oh, oh)
Girl I'm crawling in my skin
(Oh oh oh)
Rather die, I'd rather die than have to live
Okay (okay)
(Oh oh)
Bend it to my will
(Oh oh oh, oh oh oh)
I pray that god will strike me down

[Bridge]
(Oh)
(Oh oh)
Everything going south
(Oh oh, oh oh oh)
I pray that god will strike me down
(Oh, oh, oh)
I smelled that liquor on your breath
(Oh, oh, oh)
Remind me of the night we met
Girl get the fuck out of my head

[Verse 2]
I'm rolling over again
Go out with people that I never think that I should have met
It keeps on piling on (Oh oh, oh oh oh oh)
Weight and pressure on top my chest
Therapist say I'm depressed
I don't do too well with stress
Think I might pop my head

[Chorus]
Fuck up my lungs, carry me in your arms
I'm getting fucked up baby, but at least I had fun, oh oh
Kiss my scars, baby am I enough?
We might not live to see tomorrow so let's fuck shit up, oh oh (woo)
(Oh, oh, oh) (a-a-a-a-a)
Girl I'm crawling in my skin
(Oh oh oh) (a-a-a-a)
Rather die, I'd rather die than have to live
O-o-o-okay (okay) (ay-ay-ay-ay)
(Oh oh)
Bend it to my will
(Oh oh oh, oh oh oh)
I pray that god will strike me down

[Outro]
(Oh, oh)
(I-I-I-I-I pray that god will strike me down)

Strike Me Down [prod. hosty4444] (VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

Snap Back [prod. nightiger, me]

Try [prod. Infowler, me]

All Platforms: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/enhance/homewrecker

Lyrics:

[Intro]

She's had plenty of drug problems and dated some questionable men
She's been blamed for promoting anorexia, and heroin use
And her nicknames include
Cocaine Kate, and Kate-mess

Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
(Cigarette music)

[Verse 1]

Girl, come outside with me and we could smoke or sumn
Girl, you ain't living right, you should leave with me and not with him
I could do you right, show you things that he would never do
You say that I'm a homewrecker
Girl, I like your attitude
15 cigarettes deep in the function (alright alright)
Girl, I'd do it right now, fuck the repercussions (hey)
Why you leaving so soon?
Yeah girl I know you want the truth
In Demonia knee-high boots
I'd do anything for you girl

[Bridge]

Oh
Oh
Oh

[Chorus]

We're not alone inside this party (Oh)
But there's no one that I wan' be around (Oh)
It's 1v1 or 1v-all and baby if you're down you know I'm down (Oh)
Girl, if he's not enough for you (Oh oh)
Know what you gotta do (Oh oh)
You and me
I'm a homewrecking son of a bitch, I know it (Oh)
Yeah, yeah girl I know it know it (Oh)
Yeah, girl if you're sick of him (Uh-huh uh-huh)
Then you should do it with-

[Verse 2]

Me
Baby I got all your needs (uh)
As worthless as I can be
I'd still be better than him, girl let's be honest here
You're star-struck stunning every time you're looking in the mirror
Yeah, you're too fine
For a party like this
Suicide
I'd let you put the cuts on my wrist
Rather die
Than have to live with this shit
The guilt that I felt
For all that I did

[Bridge]

Oh (Oh oh oh oh)
Oh (Oh oh oh oh oh)
Oh

[Chorus]

We're not alone inside this party (Oh)
But there's no one that I wan' be around (Oh)
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, okay okay, my god)
It's 1v1 or 1v-all and baby if you're down you know I'm down (Oh)
(You and me, you and me, you and me)
Girl, if he's not enough for you (Oh oh)
Know what you gotta do (Oh oh)
You and me
I'm a homewrecking son of a bitch, I know it (Oh)
(Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Yeah, yeah girl I know it know it (Oh)
Yeah, girl if you're sick of him (Uh-huh uh-huh)
Then you should do it with
Me

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