NUMB2 (prod. Highsoulja & Sarr)

FLXUP (FT. JO$KI) (prod. jakjak)

Chrome Club (FT. Sarr) (prod. Highsoulja)

Understand (prod. Klimlords & Nihil2free)

Chrome (prod. 1niele)

ANSW3R [BONUS]

BOSS UP

DANCE

MONEY KING

MOLLY

4NOTHING

B3 LIKE YOU

going crazy (prod. georgie)

prada (prod. georgie)

(prod. paradisedontdrown)

Lyrics:

I would say check the score
I would say check the score
Winter time, I'm going ghost
You should know it, you should know it
You should know it, you should know it hoe
My money, yeah it overflow
Like why they tryna text my phone
Party bitches giving dome
Out on the couch we was way too stoned
(Huh, huh, huh) My face it got a mask on it
(Huh, huh) Bitch writing poems, that's a bad song
B-Brought a brand new bitch some Louis Vuitton
B-Brought a brand new bitch some Louis Vuitton

I've been dealing on my lone
I can't wait to never go back home
Never trust a bitch and never trust no hoe
I can never let it go - hoe
Thinking 'bout you, it got me going crazy
Been dreaming 'bout myself in new Mercedes
You not sad, you just fucking lazy
Rolled a joint, celebrate like we made it
Throw up a three like we in crunch time
Let them treat you like a baby; sing you lullaby
Rep the folks, ES gang until I fucking die

(So I said) I would say check the score
I would say check the score
Winter time, I'm going ghost
You should know it, you should know it
You should know it, you should know it hoe  
My money, yeah it overflow
Like why they tryna text my phone
Party bitches giving dome
Out on the couch we was way too stoned
(Huh, huh, huh) My face it got a mask on it
(Huh, huh) Bitch writing poems, that's a bad song
B-Brought a brand new bitch some Louis Vuitton
B-Brought a brand new bitch some Louis Vuitton

kno(it)

(prod. georgie)

Lyrics:

I know some boys don't like you, take yo chain
You fuck with us, get switched up, got good aim
Hit your muscles buff and now you might deflate
I'm rockin' Neiman's designer so I gotta pay
Bitch come get high with us and now you might just faint
I can't go back to the bad times I just can't
Sometimes feel like a kid having a bad day
Go through weed so fast like V8 in a drag race
Having withdrawals cause without you - it ain't been the same
Canary yellow diamonds on my bitches ring
I hesitate about you, then I see the fangs
B-Bite my fucking neck and now you cause me pain 
My money stacking up, it's going high like plane
L-Looking back to me, like she my Mary Jane

We runnin' from the cops with only half a tank
Ask me where to go, I said right to the bank
Looking at my face you couldn't see my pain
I wanted to be more, knew that I could be great
P-Pussies always talk, it's something that I hate
Four door move like a challenger, I'm switchin' lanes
Can't recoginize my face but trust I'm in the ranks
I love my fucking green; for that I feel like Bane
F-Fucked up on that bitch she'll take it to the grave
And I - can't help but tell these bitches that I fucking made it

FANGS

PROD: TENSHI x ROOK x 1KAMUL

Lyrics:
(Huh) I can't trust no hoe that is a gnat
(My, my) My money flippin', bitch I get it back
(Huh) If I'm jumping out the truck I'm dressing in all black
(Huh) Weed spilled over, yeah it's over, give me heart attack
(Huh) Miss yo head, miss yo shoulder, hit you in the traps
Yeah yo man is dead just like my spliff, I call 'em raps
Butterfly doors up on my V, like birds they flap
Runnin' from these thoughts, in my head I'm sprinting laps
Beamer it got traction, yet it help me swerve through cracks
Huh, done dropped a band new kicks I need some tracks
(Huh) If I said I'd do it, imma take it to the max
Bitch up on my body, yeah she smoking on my thrax
Can't say you a stoner if you only hittin' wax

Pull up to my crib I swear to God you gon' get wacked
Grow my weed upside down like a bat
Hold my hand until we die, what you say to that
Bitch I, Bitch I can't
Can't control the fucking V, you hit the wall go splat
(Huh) Pockets bouta explode they gettin' fat
(Huh) Said you got my back switched up like rat
(Huh) Is that yo man, we smoking on his pack

GNAT

PROD: georgie

Lyrics:

Spinnin' back, on they ass
Party after party bitch pour it in my glass 
Michael Kors beamin' bitch want a brand new bag
Tryna touch up on her like we playing tag
Pass the fucking joint I need a couple drags
Black jeans on my body all I can do is brag
Can't handle it no more, bitch yeah I raise the flag
Don't know what fucking time it is like I got jetlag

(Huh) She on me, what she love me for
I been slangin', I've been slangin' dope
Been ballin' how I hit yo hoe
Grab the fucking board, kick it out, pick and roll
Love my fucking green, spend it all; Dinero
Got diamonds on my neck I'm drippin' like a pharoah
(Huh) Can't fail this shit, the gap not wide it's fucking narrow
(Huh) In my head I'm down, she pick me up call me a hero

All these hoes, do the same thing
Not my timing, all my homies go bang bang
(Huh) Chain hit the floor, it's buzzin' yeah it swang, swang
(Huh) Can't say I ever switched up, still hang with the same gang

SAME GNG

wayne (p. kkoreaxo + fayglo)

(p. ayoraze)

(Huh) Been ballin' check the score
B-b-bitch know I need more
She give me pound of dope
(Huh) Inna red beamer I been pushin' with yo hoe
Show me all your fangs, give me a reason to hit go (Huh)
She know I'm the one
She know I'm the man (Huh)
Push this shit like tram
Can't remember it I cram
If my boy locked up, I'm gon' save 'em with these bands
They know who I am; and she know who I am

(Huh) Go too fast we sick, got the V8 bitch it lift
In my chest a hole like rift
I need some brand new ricks
(Huh) These hoes be playin' tricks; not if I play 'em first she miss
Catch the bag, no mitt
C-catch us plead the 5th
B-been playin' with you
But she can't lose her mind
(Huh) Trip and tie yo kicks
My boys gon' hit a lick
Hit the curb and scream "oh shit"
Hate when they flex they fits
Say it and stand on shit
Say it and stand on it

FITS

F3LTBAD

Lyrics: 

Woke up take a hit from the spliff
(huh) Damn this bitch so fine, I might buy her gifts
(huh) Damn the v so fast all it do is lift
(huh) The bitch so bad she want me, she can tug it
Just outside I was buggin' with my cousin
Talk hot and then they see me, bitch start runnin'
Hate a lyin' bitch who steady stand on frontin'

(Huh) Swervin' the bitch in the bentley, bentley, bentley, swervin' benz
Got my neck on water, dove so deep I got the bends
If you knew my father make sense how I make these bands
Brand new fucking goggles cost like thousand; cartier lens
Circle spinnin' round me; bitch I need some brand new rims
Bitch all in my ear I said fuck it, fuck her friends
Lil shawty come here, hoe let's fuck, let's make amends
I hate how they talkin' I said fuck the hottest trend
Talk hot on the squad leave you 50 deep with men
Fuck yo paris show, south europe where I land
Stunn season how I grab the fuckin' band
Ferrari; money go up inna trend
Take, take, take I never shared`
(Huh) I could tell lil shawty she ain't never cared
Broken foot; I still step on these bitches neck
Bitch I'm stunna, yeah my belt cost more than rent
(Huh) Been ballin', yeah yo block get more than bent
(Huh) She hate me, yeah she bitin' on my neck
(Huh) I bleed out for a million dollar check
(Huh) Spinnin, spinnin, spinnin, check yo head
And sometimes bitch I'm bad but I'm all good
(Huh) Never seen my face I always wear a hood
(Huh) She in my ear; tell me what I should and could
Hate these hoes so pass the fucking wood
(Huh) She talk to me so we both understood
Tore up in this bitch I'm wit' my brotha
Fit so cold, I hate the fucking summer
(B-b) Bitch I'm outta breath look like a runner

STUNN

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