Prod. (Spooky)


Lil Bitch small, Talib Kweli

I go hard all on my songs, 
Spooky go hard all on these beats. 

(Yea) 
I know I did her wrong, 
but the lil bitch wan stay on my meat. 

N-n*ggas tryna run up, 
(yea) like me,
She tryn fuck told her let’s link. 

(Yuh-yuh) 

My gun came pink, 
H-hollow tip bullets them shits gon bink, 
O-off of this X no I can’t think.

Up on this Molly all night can’t blink, 
Took his hoe, Yea he thought she a Saint. 

Hit-hit his hoe, yea she wet like a sink
Not my main not my boo thang,
Yea that’s shake dats not butane. 

(Yuh-yuh)

Lil French b*tch love Créme Brûlée,
Bring her to da states now she eating steak,
Yea I hopped in the whip and found my lane,
Said I f**ked yo B*tch and found my game,
N*gga f*ck yo clique and f*ck yo gang. 

Matter fact n*gga I can’t tuck my chain,
Bet a (hunnid) they won’t take my chain yuh, 

(Yuh)

Run up a (hunnid),
Run up two (hunnid),
She want three (hunnid),
I gave her four (hunnid),
N*gga already know that I’m on it. 

(Yea-Yea)

She know I want it, 
You asking what’s the cost, 

(Yea-Yea)

You know I bought it,
You know she wit a boss, 

(Yea-Yea)

You know you lost it, 
(Beat reversed)


(Yea-Yea)   

She wet like a faucet, 
I like her I’m taking precaution,
Gen 5 on my hip make me nauseous.

(Oh-yuh)

I’m not really cautious hell na, 
I don’t really talk sh*t , 

(Naw-Naw)

Out da way, 
In my lane, 
Outer space, 
She wan talk yea she wan talk I’m in her face, 
You a Ten on ig yuh, 
I know you beat yo face, 
Said you wanna be slimey yuh, 
Ima wait till you pass that phase, 
N*ggas way to grimey yuh, 
Had to tell ‘em gotta get out of my face.

I’m like hol up wait, 
look at lil bruh like who is you? 
I run up on niggas, 
I want dat Guap I take dat loot, 

(Guap)

Ima numba one n*gga,
 yea they all shit they numba 2,
Baguette my B*tch, 
Baguette my ma,
My grandma too, 
Said I’m next, yea I’m next up,
Yea that’s my goal, 
He like what’s FlexX, 
He don’t know that,
Yea that’s my flow.

(They like dat FlexX)

When I pull up and I’m on go,

(They like dat FlexX) 

When I don’t talk and I don’t show, 

(They like dat FlexX)

When I push a (hunnid) up in that rover, 

(They like dat FlexX)

When they on drugs and they not sober, 

(They like dat FlexX)

When I say I’m locked in, it’s not over 

(They like dat FlexX)

(T-T-They like)

(They Like)

(FlexX!!!!)

Lil Bitch small, Talib Kweli

I go hard all on my songs, 
Spooky go hard all on these beats. 

(Yea) 
I know I did her wrong, 
but the lil bitch wan stay on my meat. 

N-n*ggas tryna run up, 
(yea) like me,
She tryn fuck told her let’s link. 

(Yuh-yuh) 

My gun came pink, 
H-hollow tip bullets them shits gon bink, 
O-off of this X no I can’t think.

Up on this Molly all night can’t blink, 
Took his hoe, Yea he thought she a Saint. 

Hit-hit his hoe, yea she wet like a sink
Not my main not my boo thang,
Yea that’s shake dats not butane. 

(Yuh-Yuh)

Like Dat FlexX? (spooky)

Jugg (prod. 0zone x Facuarrua)

Mixing & Vocals By Me
Transition by Me
Produced by @symelz
My Ig: @xionusuck
Producer's Ig: @symelz
##18

[Chorus]
Take a win fuck a loss
Nigga talking told em show some
He want beef told em grow up
Bitch im 17 finna be a grown up
Main niggas that be taking losses be the ones that dont know us
Finna move like some fucking bosses cannot even tell us none
All them niggas talking shit tell that boy to show up
Bitch im finna glow up on the way
(Yeah, im finna glow up on the way)
Yeah they finna know us by name
Talking to my dad told me "keep your head straight"
I been on they ass, talking to the goats, finna be a great
Checked my phone got a missed call i dont even know the name
I be putting my soul through these beats i dont got shame
Doing this shit why would i ever stop for no lame
I said why would i change up

[Verse]
Cant bring through no lames yeah
Take a new path to the game bitch i cant stay stuck
Im sorry lil momma no i cant save ya
Yeah, i cant trust these niggas, moving like a stranger
Yeah, i gotta know some
Why the boy act like he know us
I gotta walk down on these lil beats like soldier
yeah he tryn' talk down on the gang
nigga mad he so stuck
First class, Winning team thats what i claim
aint no one colder
Damn the boy want smoke i tell that boy go get that vape
I got blues we throw the shit fall down it look like rain
I get a brand new cosign niggas finna know my name
That lil boy a bitch that boy not slime
We dont know his game nah

[Bridge]
(We dont know his game nah
Niggas gone feel my pain yeah
None of this shit in vain
I gotta go, cant stay
Me and you not the same way)

[Chorus]
Take a win fuck a loss
Nigga talking told em show some
He want beef told em grow up
Bitch im 17 finna be a grown up
Main niggas that be taking losses be the ones that dont know us
Finna move like some fucking bosses cannot even tell us none
All them niggas talking shit tell that boy to show up
Bitch im finna glow up on the way
(Yeah, im finna glow up on the way)
Yeah they finna know us by name
Talking to my dad told me "keep your head straight"
I been on they ass, talking to the goats, finna be a great
Checked my phone got a missed call i dont even know the name
I be putting my soul through these beats i dont got shame
Doing this shit why would i ever stop for no lame
I said why would i change up

8 Bit High [p. Brownie]

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