No I can’t go back 
I was so down bad and you know that
My nigga popping like four flats 
Niggas turning to drugs it’s so sad 
Wanna travel the world like a nomad 
Fit all black like Kodak 

Fine shit with a nasty demeanor 
If you can take her lil bitch you can keep her
I ain’t chasing no hoe I don’t need her huh 
Pockets on swole, Vegeta yeah
True religion, you rocking Adidas 
Everyday niggas roll like a pita yeah 
I wanna push up come and see you 
You gone see how a fuck nigga treat you 

He a fan I think that he like me 
I slide when I hop on a type beat 
Is Novxmbxr the goat? He might be
I can see why these niggas don’t like me 
Yea cop a new chain I’m icy 
Cop a new choker need it icy 

Yeah I hate when they lie to me 
You don’t need to lie me 
I’m so sick of 
Bad hoes (All around the world)
Bad hoes (All around the world)
Gotta let it go(Only need one girl) 
Let it go (But I only need one girl)
I can’t cuff a hoe 
I can’t cuff a hoe 

Hold on 
Hold on 
Hold on 
On a good day I put it on 
I get em’ turnt with a good song 
It’s seven and I’m fucking flowing 
It’s seven in the fucking morning 
Sleep deprived and I’m still going 
I got rhymes like a fucking poet 
Put that shit together huh like I’m sowing  
Not in my prime but I’m still glowing 
She wanna fuck around I ain’t going 
I got no time for the stupid hoeing 
No I ain’t got time
Made a promise to bro we gone shine 
Need my spread longer than the lunch line 
While the others party have a fun time 
I’m locked in the stu bitch it’s crunch time

No I can’t go back 
I was so down bad and you know that
My nigga popping like four flats 
Niggas turning to drugs it’s so sad 
Wanna travel the world like a nomad 
Fit all black like Kodak 

I hate when they lie to me 
You don’t need to lie me 
I’m so sick of bad hoes, bad hoes
Got to let it go, let it go
I can’t cuff a hoe, I can’t cuff a hoe

So Sick [Prod. Valentin Motte]

Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh 
Eughhh

Get a nigga out of here 
Take a nigga straight to hell 
What’s that pack? whats that smell?
That my nigga high as hell
Blowing that gas in the air 
We just getting fly as hell 
Uh rocking rocking YSL
They mad we all up in their ear
They waiting on me to see me fail

I’m posted with trxp whats the deal?
After making a track I can’t hear 
Ain’t no nann nigga that I fear 
I’ll face any nigga that’s how it is
Talm bout’ that money I’m all ears
Turn a twenty to a hundred that’s how I live 
Shit hit like a parlay like goddamn 
I’ll lay in this money I’ll die here
I been spazzing I’m spazzing lift me up 
Buddy sipping the lean out the sippy cup 
Buddy want that feat better hit me up
Play that shit on the speaker to get me up
We finna go crazy like giddy up 
Dick riding ass nigga getting Diddy fucked 
The gang take your bitch and then titty fuck  
What a shame
You don’t put on you don’t put in pain
Pea brain 
You ain’t on nothing you a lame
Get my shit up and get me Johnny Dang 
Yeah ice it out and let the chain swang
Dread-head boy you know I let it hang 
Switching it up I’m switching up my lane
Put that shit on get designer things 
Huh bad girl she call me different names
While your girly probably got a twang
Your girl probably running trains
If that was me

Get a nigga out of here 
Take a nigga straight to hell 
What’s that pack? whats that smell?
That my nigga high as hell
Blowing that gas in the air 
We just getting fly as hell 
Uh rocking rocking YSL
They mad we all up in their ear
They waiting on me to see me fail

YSL [Prod. Esayso]

Don’t get taken down 
Niggas run around

I ride down Cleveland ride down town
Where a whole lot of niggas be running around
I’m just tryna make it out yea
I just want to make it out

Okay yeah
Okay
Okay
Okay 
Okay 
Yeah huh okay
Okay 
Yeah yeah

Run it up that’s what I told bro 
Do this shit for my fam and my folks
Niggas tired of being broke 
I need it piling needing more
Fly to the island need to go
I don’t want dealing with hoes
Don’t want to deal no more
Yeah she steady calling my phone 
Yeah I told that girl leave me alone 
Yeah that goofy ass shit can’t condone 
Yeah better not switch up put you niggas on
Yeah I’m the one that put you in that zone 
Yeah play my shit and put you in that zone
Yeah I’m all up on the speakers 
Im all up in your headphones
As you can see imma blow
My brother told me imma blow 
Up all night and it’s draining my soul
So I cannot stress bout’ a hoe
My heart is filled up with holes 
My scar don’t reveal it don’t show 
Yeah I rather be by my lone 
Speakers knocking and by my lone yeah

I ride down Cleveland ride down town
Where a whole lot of niggas be running around
I’m just tryna make it out yea
I just want to make it out

Okay yeah
Okay
Okay
Okay 
Okay 
Yeah huh okay
Okay 
Yeah yeah

Make It Out [Prod. VVS4EVER]

Girl what you want?
Yves Saint Laurent
I got the sauce
Pockets on Rick Ross
It ain’t nun to a boss
That life that you living is false
Better take the L take the loss
I take the W take it all 

I hop out that car feeling like the man
Yeah I want your beef yeah that helping ham
Going raw talm bout' tuna straight out the can
Got plenty sticks like Afghanistan
They shoot up your premises 
You cannot live in there 
They catch you with your pants down 
Ain’t no playing fair 
I know my dreads long she like to play with hair
Bunna B bitch imma get in there
Get it
Get in there 
Get it 
Get in there 
I get it
Hella dough get it
They don’t know that I’m winning 
They don’t know I got the vision 
She going around like rotisserie 
I pray for niggas that done hit it
I pray my brother don’t go missing 
I pray we all hit the finish 
I pray we break the World Guinness 
I pray we all get happy endings 
Uh okay
In 25’ still dick riding no way
You hop on that trend getting old you late 
Probably got a job but got time to hate
I say fuck all you niggas no time to waste 
Uh huh
I’m a boss I’m kicking my feet up
I laugh at these niggas hyena 
She can really go cause’ I don’t need her
But she can eat me up just like some Caesar’s
Hop in that- watch me skeet off
How to not be a bitch I’m a teach you 
Y’all my children I feel like a teacher 
Bro moving slow he sipping on wockesha

Girl what you want?
Yves Saint Laurent
I got the sauce
Pockets on Rick Ross
It ain’t nun to a boss
That life that you living is false
Better take the L take the loss
I take the W take it all

WYW [Prod. Dbtheplugbeats]

I might switch up my swag
I might die my whole head
That friendly shit dead
I’m all bout the bread
I paint that boy red
Look at my swag it’s red
Look at my cash it’s red
Look at my… red
Red
I’m not a blood though 
I know some niggas that’s cut throat
I know some niggas that bust hoe 
Blade ripping your guts hoe
I’m getting to it don’t know nothing else
She play with balls like the NFL
She fuck with the team she green, kelp 

Yo
They gon think I’m a rockstar 
I’m not emo, you fucked up
Buddy leaning off wockhard 
In this shit I’m a top dog
Jugging me you get dropped off
Promise he ain’t gon get far
That lil boy he is not hard
Just because he got big fye

I might switch up my swag
I might die my whole head
That friendly shit dead
I’m all bout the bread
I paint that boy red
Look at my swag it’s red
Look at my cash it’s red
Look at my… red
Red
I’m not a blood though 
I know some niggas that’s cut throat
I know some niggas that bust hoe 
Blade ripping your guts hoe
I’m getting to it don’t know nothing else
She play with balls like the NFL
She fuck with the team she green, kelp

Red v2 [Prod. NOIIZ]

Hey hey 

Push up on a nigga
This ain’t what you wanted nigga
Your song, they making fun of it
I don’t drop but I got a ton of it 
I done switched my sound, 
they fuck with it
I wanted to turn it up a bit
You know imma turn it up lil nigga
You know imma turn up the city
You know 
Hey hey, you know 
Don’t even know I got something for you niggas

I want ice cause this shit getting cold 
You froze, standing there still like a gnome bitch 
Five hundred views from my phone 
Damn I did this shit by my own 
Huh I don’t fuck with niggas but my own
Yeah I tell they ass leave me alone
When my nigga roll up, he gone
Nah nigga I don’t pour up, what you on?
Yeah a nigga always sober, no Patron 
I don’t play with them drugs nigga, no no
Trying to hop in that truck nigga, ride round
How you making some money off making some sounds 
I’m probably the greatest nigga you done found

Push up on a nigga
This ain’t what you wanted nigga
Your song, they making fun of it
I don’t drop but I got a ton of it 
I done switched my sound, 
they fuck with it
I wanted to turn it up a bit
You know imma turn it up lil nigga
You know imma turn up the city
You know 
Hey hey, you know 
Don’t even know I got something for you niggas

You know 
Huh you know 
You know 

I came back for more
She thick she must be eating oats
I ain’t Santa, I don’t like hoes no hoes 
Kicking that scram out the door
Throwing that scram off the boat
Walk the plank of shame you a-
Walk the plank of shame you a hoe
Probably out there sucking niggas toes
You using your looks now you done glowed 
Yeah this generation females moving bold 
Need to read the Bible 
You can’t get where I go 
Need my pockets like rhino 
Dig your fossils like Dino 
Expensive, imma buy though 
Earning stripes like a tiger 
I’m a beast like a tiger

Push up on a nigga
This ain’t what you wanted nigga
Your song, they making fun of it
I don’t drop but I got a ton of it 
I done switched my sound, 
they fuck with it
I wanted to turn it up a bit
You know imma turn it up lil nigga
You know imma turn up the city
You know 
Hey hey, you know 
Don’t even know I got something for you niggas

You know 
Huh you know 
You know

YK [Prod. T1000Beats]

Slow down, you moving too fast boy
Better stay out that lab boy
Count it up count it up cash boy
That’s some shit you never had boy
I bet you never had a dad boy
Speed in that whip, drag boy
Speed in that shit hit the gas boy
We on that ass like a rash boy
From the north but got love for the A
I moved to Atlanta we fly out of state
Wanna big stack as my birthday cake
Treating myself take myself on a date
All a nigga do is just sit around and hate
I don’t got time for that shit all day
Shit I would like to see you do the shit I make
For them, a bar would take a hundred fucking takes
Damn
I just flexed up on em’
I got a vision but it ain’t tunnel
We on tv doing numbers
Pray to god I never fumble
Under god I’m truly humble
Nah nigga I ain’t tryna rumble with you
Ouu
Like ouu
Timberland my shoe
In the mall make the bands go poof
3:00 AM and I’m back in the stu
That shit’ll go “frrr” like ouu
Oh no what the fuck he gone do ouu
Kicking shit kung fu ouu
Man this shit ain’t nothing new
Plain Jane chain with no jewels
All silver down, okay cool
Chain same color as a screw
I’m all silver down okay cool

Do The Most ( ksubi )

Feen!