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]

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:

Just lo-lo-love (you, ow)
Oh lo—, tryna lo-lo— (come on, come on, come on)

Baby, I can give you someone to be proud of
Makin' a scene when everybody's around us
No, it ain't easy to please you, you don't get starstruck
Heart in a bag, refusing to put my arms up
Okay, baby, go 'head tell me (everything you like)
I'ma try to get it by the (end of the night)

(I know you wanna) tell me what to do
(Oh, but everything you say to me is) so far from the truth
(Oh, girl, you will never catch me) following your rules
Oh, you're never gonna find no one who loves you like I do
(I know you wanna) tell me what to do
(Oh, but everything you say to me is) so far from the truth
(Oh, girl, you will never catch me) following your rules
Oh, you're never gonna find no one who loves you like I do

[Verse 2]
Broke my heart and what's the plan now? don't like to stand 'round
Crowded by the exit, saw your ex man, he was fanned out
Still don't know nothing 'bout you, baby (gotta fill me in)
I doubt it that I'm sounding crazy, girl, just let me in
She's standing at 5'5, she studied at Irvine
And now she making money as a girl online (online)
She said, "boy, you better treat me right"
"Or you gon' have to fall in line" (in line)

(I know you wanna) tell me what to do
(Oh, but everything you say to me is) so far from the truth
(Oh, girl, you will never catch me) following your rules
Oh, you're never gonna find no one who loves you like I do

Sorry, I'm not real talkative, ah, focused on positives
I grew into my face, and now I'm no longer anonymous
I don't wanna be that guy, but I like my love monogamous
There's a hole where my heart used to be, I'm slowly losing consciousness
I still ain't enough for you, no, I'm not like them other dudes
I may be super stubborn, but I swear that I'm lovable
You're friendly, but out of reach, straight out a movie scene
Oh, never felt this way before, girl, what'd you do to me?

(I know you wanna) tell me what to do
(Oh, but everything you say to me is) so far from the truth
(Oh, girl, you will never catch me) following your rules
Oh, you're never gonna find no one who loves you like I do
(I know you wanna) tell me what to do
(Oh, but everything you say to me is) so far from the truth
(Oh, girl, you will never catch me) following your rules
Oh, you're never gonna find one who loves you like I do

You gon' never, you gon' never love, love, love (oh yeah)
Tell me what to do, yeah tell me, love, love, love
Never love you like I do

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