Better Days | produced by kasai

ONMEEE! | produced by purls

Def!ance | featuring Hazey & produced by daln808

Lyrics :

I moved on for a minute, moved on for the best
You moved on for no minutes, she moved on to the next 
If I didn't move on that bitch would prolly be up on her ex 
I know you hear that shii I said I say that shii w all my chest

I moved on for a minute, moved on for the best
You moved on for no minutes, she moved on to the next 
If I didn't move on that bitch would prolly be up on her ex

Yeah I hit that bih up, like 2am 
We gon slide, slide all up in 
In the ride, it’s me and yo friend 
We do or die, me till the end 
No five guys!

Round like a circle 
Yeah I’m gon hit it up until it purple 
Gotta girl on me yeah she perfect 
Gotta girl on me yeah she deserve it 

I ain’t rockin w the gangs they all serpents
If my money really dirty use detergent
If I give you a boat you gon serve it 
Hop in the whip you gon swerve it 

I moved on for a minute, moved on for the best
You moved on for no minutes, she moved on to the next 
If I didn't move on that bitch would prolly be up on her ex 
I know you hear that shii I said I say that shii w all my chest

I moved on for a minute, moved on for the best
You moved on for no minutes, she moved on to the next 
If I didn't move on that bitch would prolly be up on her ex

moved on | produced by CandyGod

Jerk style rap w melodic flows/ emotional type shii if you not fw it get on w it 💜🫨😮‍💨

Lyrics 

I ain’t whatchu want baby I ain’t whatchu want 
You ain’t even want me you jus puttin on a front 
I get you Saint Laurent mix n match it Louis Vuitton  
Anything you want promise baby when im on 

I ain’t whatchu want baby I ain’t whatchu want 
You ain’t even want me you jus puttin on a front 
I get you Saint Laurent mix n match it Louis Vuitton  
Anything you want promise baby when im on 

I ain’t whatchu want I ain’t whatchu want 
I ain’t whatchu want baby I ain’t whatchu want 
Nah you don’t een wan me you jus puttin on a front 
I get you Saint Laurent mix n match it Louis Vuitton 
Anything you like promise baby when I’m on 

Imma get you a sweater 
I write you a letter 
Anything he do 
I promise do better 
I got you a sweater 
I write you a letter 
Anything he do 
I promise do better 

That ain’t Whatchu want that ain’t whatchu want 
Baby jus promise me oh that ain’t whatchu want 
Ay I love shawty baby, that ain’t whatchu want 

That old ahh whip baby that aint whatchu want
A man that always trip baby that ain’t whatchu want 
A man that jus wan hit baby that ain’t whatchu want

ain’t whatchu want! | produced by L3Vsz

depends | produced by Young Italy

This for yall, lock in🤞🏼

Lyrics :

Coulda left you back then coulda left you out the house 
Searchin round for love gotchu scraping out the couch 
Coulda smoked a bowl coulda smoked an ounce 
Girl the way you left me yeah you got me saying ouch 

Nah I don’t ever wanna make you feel like an option 
Feeling like I’m fighting for you fighting like an auction 
Girl when I’m talking to you I approach u w that caution. 
Never thought your love was fake but now I got these toxins 

Ooh can’t say you love me we talking 
Got all the girls eyes when I walk in 
Yeah I’m trippin too much needa lock in 
Yeah my time flying by needa clock in 

Got dark circles under my eyes 
You been dreaming jus reach for the skies 
I laugh off my pain like disguise 
I’m not dumb n I see thru the lies 

Imma be right there imma slide 
But like Girl im jus giving you pipe 
And I smoke off my weed yeah im high 
Had to drop the hoe she too dry 

Can’t lie like baby I try 
Too many times that I tried to right 
Ease my mind when I smoke on my fye 
Can’t tell the truth or she cry 
Why you tryn to argue n fight 
Like bitch im toting on my nine 
Whatchu gon do that make u feel right 

Wanna brag about you girl let’s talk 
And like lately it been feeling like my fault 
On the daily my heart trapped ina vault 
Don’t wanna cry just wanna put up a wall 
One more time baby pick up the call 

Hit my line I know u wan talk 
Aye like lately it been Feelin like my fault 
Girl grab my hand let’s go for a walk a place we never been before I hit it to the wall 
Girl real horny and she pulling on my draws 
She calling me honey and she giving me that jaw 
Said she off the henny and I’m high up off the drugs 
Said she on the henny and I’m high up off the drugs 

Coulda left you back then coulda left you out the house 
Searchin round for love gotchu scraping out the couch 
Coulda smoked a bowl coulda smoked an ounce 
Girl the way you left me yeah you got me saying ouch 

Nah I don’t ever wanna make you feel like an option 
Feeling like I’m fighting for you fighting like an auction 
Girl when I’m talking to you I approach u w that caution. 
Never thought your love was fake but now I got these toxins 
Ooh can’t say you love me we talking 
Got all the girls eyes when I walk in 
Yeah I’m trippin too much needa lock in

coulda locked in | produced by purls

quick lil single

Lyrics : 

I be inside, ion wanna talk aight 
Took a dose a of molly, yeah I gotta get my body right 
All these diamonds ain’t no rhinestones, yeah these diamonds came from bobby white 
I’m bussin on my ex bitch, yeah I’m bussin like I’m dynamite 
I be inside, Ion wanna talk aight 
I took a dose of molly, yeah I had to get my body right 
These diamonds ain’t no rhinestones, yeah these diamonds came from bobby white 
I’m bussin on my ex bitch, yeah I’m bussin like I’m dynamite 

I can make a bitch buss down on the floor, I got bands in my pants 
Walking thru the door, you know I got all that cash in my hands 
(aye) Two-step on the dance floor with my shawty
I got her body right, yeah she tweakin off the molly 

Put it on the law n I say it like Yo Gotti 
You ain’t gotta bag yea u trippin you ain’t got it 
Hoes be always tweakin when they drinking on biscotti 
Nah I can’t trust a demon she keep seekin for my eyes

I be inside, Ion wanna talk aight 
I took a dose of molly, yeah I had to get my body right 
These diamonds ain’t no rhinestones, yeah these diamonds came from bobby white 
I’m bussin on my ex bitch, yeah I’m bussin like I’m dynamite 

I can make a bitch buss down on the floor, I got bands in my pants 
Walking thru the door, you know I got all that cash in my hands 
(aye) Two-step on the dance floor with my shawty
I got her body right, yeah she tweakin off the molly

molly | produced by Imperial

Lyrics : 

Girl I feel like doin sum 
Baby why you doin nun?
Aye like baby you a two in one
Pray to God that I make it past 21 

Baby I feel like doin sum 
But like baby why you doin nun? 
Aye like baby you a two in one 
Pray to God I make it past 21 

I’m stacking bread why you stacking crumbs 
No I ain’t stupid you can’t play me dumb 
Now girl go tell me what you running from 
We on the ganja feel it in my lungs 

I kept it real from the jump
Baby why you trippin whatchu on
No I can’t talk about this shit so I jus put in a song 
You stepping past your limits no I didn’t do you wrong 

I gotta put on my pendant lil baby yeah I gotta pull up w ice 
I got all my bands independently yeah I’m spending that shit ion care bout the price 
Yeah im in yo head like some lice 

I say ok, ok, ok if you wanna leave that’s cool 
I got 20 bad bitches n they chillin by the pool 
In the club we throwing fives we in the club I act a fool 
I grab my fye I grab my tool 
She gave me head that mad medulla 
I smell that fye smell that manure 
Glock w a switch I love that maneuver 
I got bricks in the mail gotta move it 

I got these jeans on my ahh n the subi 
You gotta problem w me go sue me 
Gotta choppa on me I’m goin do it 

I know you want an explanation
but only thing I gotta ruler for that education 
Took a flight out to Italy oh for the vacation 
My baby say she feeling me she feel the vibration 
She said ima star but ima star in the makin 
Nah I don’t know where ta start but I just wanna see u naked 

Girl I feel like doin sum 
Baby why you doin nun?
Aye like baby you a two in one
Pray to God that I make it past 21 

Baby I feel like doin sum 
But like baby why you doin nun? 
Aye like baby you a two in one 
Pray to God I make it past 21 

I’m stacking bread why you stacking crumbs 
No I ain’t stupid you can’t play me dumb 
Now girl go tell me what you running from 
We on the ganja feel it in my lungs 

I kept it real from the jump
Baby why you trippin whatchu on
No I can’t talk about this shit so I jus put in a song 
You stepping past your limits no I didn’t do you wrong 

I gotta put on my pendant lil baby yeah I gotta pull up w ice 
I got all my bands independently yeah I’m spending that shit ion care bout the price 
Yeah im in yo head like some lice

doin sum? | produced by purls

Lyrics : 

If you were my bitch I’d put a chip on me 
Smokin w my brotha yeah I’m smokin w my big homie 
Gave her everything I didn’t think that she would flip on me 
Love don’t cost a thing but time that’s why I got that wrist on me 

And I hardly give a text back 
I got bad bitches all in my phone think I’m gon text back 
You ain’t got it on ya own lil bitch I can’t respect that 
Go to the mall n splurge I spend that shii I don’t need cash back 
(Ooh)
Whatchu doin for a hashtag? 
Bitch you broke ash whatchu doin for yo grandad? 
Foreign whip it outta Baghdad 
She a hoe but I done had that 
Girl, she hurt me bad 
girl she had me sad, sad 

Louis V her bag I didn’t een look at the price tag 
She swervin all in that jag yeah I’m swerving all Ina scat pack 
No bbl she got ass yeah I’m hittin it up from the back, back 
Im grabbing my shit n I’m goin lil bitch I don’t needa back pack 
Look at my wrist n it snowing they all like where you get yo ice at? 
Get that money keep it going yeah I spend that money make it right back 
Although I don’t gotta type she ain’t throwing right so I don’t like that 

I gotta choppa w a sight I see far 
Screw a cig grab a light smoke a gar 
I gotchu bitch all up on her Skype she got me hard 
Bank account full of green yeah it like my yard 
Bank full of M’s I swipe it w my card 

If you were my bitch I’d put a chip on me 
Smokin w my brotha yeah I’m smokin w my big homie 
Gave her everything I didn’t think that she would flip on me 
Love don’t cost a thing but time that’s why I got that wrist on me 

And I hardly give a text back 
I got bad bitches all in my phone think I’m gon text back 
You ain’t got it on ya own lil bitch I can’t respect that 
Go to the mall n splurge I spend that shii I don’t need cash back 
(Ooh)

wrist on me | produced by Young Italy

Lyrics :

Yall needa catch up 
(aye) Yall needa catch up
Ima light the block up, ima light it up like sketchers
I'ma flex, flex, yeah huh, Ima flex up
balling on these bitches, yeah I'm balling under pressure
I jus pulled out 5 bands, I pulled em out my dresser
I cant leave the house unless Im cool, unless I dress up 
I don't fuck wit school, I transfer every semester 

(ooh) I like my bitches hot, hot, like fiesta 
(ooh) no you not, not, no you never next up 
I got her makeup on my pants, my neck, I got it on my polyester 
I got these vvs round my neck, they pass that shi, that diamond tester 
(yeah) she pop kitty jus like a gusher 
AK yeah it foreign yeah it coming out of Russia 

Heart so cold, gotta padlock 
Heart so cold, gotta padlock 
Thought you were my brother from the sandlot?
No, I don't owe you shit, don't give a handout 
Heart so cold, gotta padlock 
Heart so cold, gotta padlock 
Thought you were my brother from the sandlot?
No, I don't owe you shit, don't give a handout 

I got glitter all around my wrist (ooh)
Dropped 100k all ona bih (ooh)
10k I just dropped it on my fit (ooh)
on my momma said we lit (ooh)

(ooh 3x)

FLEX! | produced by tylo

Lyrics : 

Don’t worry bout it, baby I’m cool 
(Oh) don’t worry bout me, I’m fine 
She askin me what did I do? I’m like baby go take yo time 
If I took the time to tell you how I felt, would you be mine?
Don’t talk bout a dollar, don’t talk bout a zodiac, girl jus give me a sign 
N I didn’t wanna do you dirty, make me unworthy of your time 

Don’t worry bout it, baby I’m cool 
(Oh) don’t worry bout me, I’m fine 
She askin me what did I do? I’m like baby go take yo time 

Sorry I cropped you out the picture, girl you had to listen 
Drop my heart into a pitcher, pull it out n now it glisten 
Stop the drugs don’t need no fixture, yeah I had to cut my distance
In my bed I toss n turn (uh huh) I had to fight resistance 

I had to drop some friends 
I had to drop some bands 
I had to drop the shade yeah I need some Cartier lens 
(Aye) like girl I’ve got it made I’m ridin up ina benz
You better not catch a fade, I swear your life will end 

Don’t worry bout it, baby I’m cool 
(Oh) don’t worry bout me, I’m fine 
She askin me what did I do? I’m like baby go take yo time 
If I took the time to tell you how I felt, would you be mine?
Don’t talk bout a dollar, don’t talk bout a zodiac, girl jus give me a sign 
N I didn’t wanna do you dirty, make me unworthy of your time 

Don’t worry bout it, baby I’m cool 
(Oh) don’t worry bout me, I’m fine 
She askin me what did I do? I’m like baby go take yo time 

Sorry I cropped you out the picture, girl you had to listen 
Drop my heart into a pitcher, pull it out n now it glisten 
Stop the drugs don’t need no fixture, yeah I had to cut my distance
In my bed I toss n turn (uh huh) I had to fight resistance 

I had to drop some friends 
I had to drop some bands 
I had to drop the shade yeah I need some Cartier lens 
(Aye) like girl I’ve got it made I’m ridin up ina benz
You better not catch a fade, I swear your life will end 

Don’t worry bout it, baby I’m cool 
(Oh) don’t worry bout me, I’m fine 
She askin me what did I do? I’m like baby go take yo time 
If I took the time to tell you how I felt, would you be mine?
Don’t talk bout a dollar, don’t talk bout a zodiac, girl jus give me a sign 

Don’t worry bout it, baby I’m cool 
(Oh) don’t worry bout me, I’m fine

dont worry bout me, im fine | produced by idontworry

Ken Carson x Trippie Redd x Young Thug x Osamason

Lyrics

Lil bitch she hold me down, she a burden 
Like she can’t come around if she a virgin 
Yeah she callin she say, wan go deep like surgeon?
My name she call it, when I hit I close the curtain 

Walk up in the room make these hoes go quiet 
Hold that choppa like a broom daring you to try it 
Bad bitch say she from San Andreas 
Said she wanna be my baby 
Talkin all that trash, I jus want that cash 
Told em come outside, they don’t wanna ride 
Bitch I’m on that chase, racks up in my face 
Mask on when I ride, I don’t catch a case
Bitch I got so much cash needa briefcase 

Walk up in the club they all say my name 
Why you walkin wit that lil scrub bitch I pop yo brain
Like bitch I throw the racks up bitch I throw a kay
Yeah she strip it like a dancer, strip it like a saint 
(Yeah) Saint, Saint, Saint
Saint, Saint, Saint 
Bitch on pills 
Get popped like tank 

(Let’s go fuckin smoke a cart) 

(Aye) let’s go smoke a cart, ohh
Ridin in that car yeah I jus smoked a bar, ohh
Broke that lil bitch back, yuh I jus smoked a back, ohh
What’s that drippin off my neck yeah I got that water 
My penthouse cost five like cribs you jus got a quarter 
Bitch I break they law, they call that law and order

SA!NT | produced by rakx

feel nun | produced by 222Bluent

IMA SHOW HER | produced by PetRan

BUSSDOWN | produced by Twenty6Eleven

IMA JERK | produced by cloudymornings

NOT ENOUGH | produced by KINDER

Lyrics 

Brand new G-wag, I f*ck these h*es while I po’ up ona juice 
(Yeah) Brand new b*tch, yeah brand new rover, I ride out wit no roof 
Brand new bbl, brand new titties, baby I feel 
(Yeah) I put my tounge in yo b*tch, I buy the new bag, 
she know that I’m real 

What did I say say 
Record it like Ray Jay 
Im on the freestyle I freestyle like dayday 
I hit n I dip n im calling out May Day 
I fuck up the cash n I feel like it’s pay day 
You not my brother, you not my day one 
I got the sauce n I got it like A1 
Don’t f*ck wit these h*es no nun of em savin’
I’m not a hero I don’t got a cape (yeah) 

She fell off the bed she get on her knees I look like a saint n I look like her savior 
Been at it for weeks, I’m poppin an addy, I’m feeling like sh*t, I feel like Xavier 
(Aye) pop that bih like ooh ooh, pop that bih like ooh ooh 

(Yeah) she hot, she hot like rojo 
(Yeah) I’m gon blow up once I got that promo 
Gon make my brand, make logo 
Live too fast need slomo, I get the pack n the sh*t like coco 
(Yeah) ice on my neck that sh*t like Frozone 
(Yeah) that ice on my neck like froyo 
Hit that lil b*tch from the back like twice n it look like a yoyo
Bounce on my d*ck n it look like a pogo 

I got a fifty like lil b*tch get back 
I get to the p*ssy I get to the cat 
You a lil p*ssy a cat in the hat 
You a lil p*ssy cap in yo rap 
You not on the money I know that a fact 
I got her a bag cuz she know that it fat 

Brand new G-wag, I f*ck these h*es while I po’ up ona juice 
(Yeah) Brand new b*tch, yeah brand new rover, I ride out wit no roof 
Brand new bbl, brand new titties, baby I feel 
(Yeah) I put my tounge in yo b*tch, I buy the new bag, she know that I’m real 

What did I say say 
Record it like Ray Jay 
Im on the freestyle I freestyle like dayday 
I hit n I dip n im calling out May Day 
I fuck up the cash n I feel like it’s pay day 
You not my brother, you not my day one 
I got the sauce n I got it like A1 
Don’t f*ck wit these h*es no nun of em savin’
I’m not a hero I don’t got a cape (yeah) 

She fell off the bed she get on her knees I look like a saint n I look like her savior 
Been at it for weeks, I’m poppin an addy, I’m feeling like sh*t, I feel like Xavier 
(Aye) pop that bih like ooh ooh, pop that bih like ooh ooh

Brand New | produced by kennomilan

Versatile 🆙coming 18 y/o BandLab artist
droppin every week | go stream sum❗️
Ima be the next to forget 
luv y’all listening🫶🏼/ free feats on me

ha!yuh (@luvhaiyuh)

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