fell in love w the guap, now we more than best friends 
im married to the bag now we got hella kids
yeah hunnids, fifties, yeah, hella kids
im doin good, i jus manifest (it)
i write down names like a wishlist (x2)

im with yo bitch n she wanna kick it
could slide on yo block right on ripstick
say he a intellect, boy u a dimwit 
he is not on nun, he jus fidgets
white girl do good blow like trombone
her new nigga childish he still do the wishbone 
say i’m too cold, sum like snowcone
model bitches, thick redbones
i like riches, u should get some 
i want more, i rob someone

fell in love w the guap, now we more than best friends 
im married to the bag now we got hella kids
yeah hunnids, fifties, yeah, hella kids
im doin good, i jus manifest (it)
i write down names like a wishlist (x2)

more thn bsfs. • prod chxry

hunnits, fifties! • prod traykoolin

bro the amount of time i've been holding onto this is insane

wnt get any. • prod traykoolin

shoutout agitation fr bruh

adderall lyrics

evil bitch like ursula
i’m mixing the wok with the tech bruh
white bitch stalking me she won’t give up 
i’m off the beans and the adderall
if i’m fiendin for percs it’s just one call
if it ain’t no weed we smoke crack dawg
white hoe off the lean and the bath salts
don’t know what he talkin bout, we gettin guap over here while he starve like a stray dog
you want guap bitch? what did you ask for?
wanna plot bitch? you gonna see god

evisu lyrics

i’m in a coupe with a white hoe, she off blanca 
bitch make a move, if you testin us then you dyin
i been so damn geeked, bitch my feet up, i been flyin
i can’t fuckin stand off this xan, i can’t tell time
this hoe think imma loose screw, i don’t need you
hella racks they fallin out my pants, bitch evisu
that bitch she wanna fuck cus i’m the man, hoe me too
and that chopstick came with 50, that bitch sting like bee do

that bitch fw icyhot, my heart cold just like igloo 
we get that boy gone, dealt with, that lil boy get excused 
she said she gone fix my heart, lil bitch you is the issue
walk in with some chrome heart, bitch i’m in my solitude 
jugg that boy, got no heart
flick em just like pixar
bad white hoe from dr
he want be like me, he want be like yuh
in yo bitch my plant my seed
hoe gon treat me like a king, for me she kneel and plead

i’m in a coupe with a white hoe, she off blanca 
bitch make a move, if you testin us then you dyin
i been so damn geeked, bitch my feet up, i been flyin
i can’t fuckin stand off this xan, i can’t tell time
this hoe think imma loose screw, i don’t need you
hella racks they fallin out my pants, bitch evisu
that bitch she wanna fuck cus i’m the man, hoe me too
and that chopstick came with 50, that bitch sting like bee do

adderall/evisu • prod agitation

lyrics

i got hella racks in my home
she wanna leave me alone, don’t want you to go
pa- pa- packs ship em off
where you think you goin?
that bitch had left so my heart broken
i don’t want yo love, you open
i don’t wanna cuff, you lost me
get that bag then i’m gone, that’s for certain
she wanna know if she rlly mine, she ain’t worthy 

jokes on you hoe, i been countin blue
these hoes wanna come up to my room, i can’t pick and choose 
bitch all that pain that i been thru, hoe it didn’t mean nun to you
if i were to choose i’d pick the green over you 
i been tweaked hoe you mean so much to me
i been off these beans hoe i can hardly think 
you been in my dreams hoe
i want murakami, undercover yo jeans hoe

i got hella racks in my home
she wanna leave me alone, don’t want you to go
pa- pa- packs ship em off
where you think you goin?
that bitch had left so my heart broken
i don’t want yo love, you open
i don’t wanna cuff, you lost me
get that bag then i’m gone, that’s for certain
she wanna know if she rlly mine, she ain’t worthy

murakami • prod sehvn + me

lyrics

they said “racks won’t hurt”, i said fuck it and double it
emo bitch like money, she said she tired of running
fuck that bitch just show me something 
said you wanna ride, but you scared for what
bitch got mob ties, i don’t give a fuck
yo father start dumping at me then i’ll run
my hitta said he fell in love with the guns
all sticks, no pump
my bitch ass plump
my eyes, they fixed on the drugs
oxycontin my piss and runts in our lungs
brand new white hoe, lsd on her tongue (x2)

oxyyy • prod 7300

lyrics:

i been poppin tabs, she knows
said he got that bag but it’s blown 
said he gettin cheese, nigga we know it’s not-chos
he wanna be like me but i know he bound to fold
i been wit my team smokin gas out the o
that bitch she fuckin wit the jeans, evisu, and they got rolls in em
coolin wit a hoe murder she wrote nigga
bitch i’m too stuffed, eatin sushi rolls nigga

pockets they got bold and bigger
do you think they could roll bitch ?
just know these rackies they can’t fold bitch
no need for no estimate
lame ahh nigga he so counterfeit
he’s a clone and he knowin this
perkies got me nauseous 
ain’t talking about green then i’m gone then
bitch i might as well just flaunt cus im havin it
get that bag, run it back like a athlete 
i been paranoid lately, feel like they been after me
smokin gas, in my bag, imma better me

i been poppin tabs, she knows
said he got that bag but it’s blown 
said he gettin cheese, nigga we know it’s not-chos
he wanna be like me but i know he bound to fold
i been wit my team smokin gas out the o
that bitch she fuckin wit the jeans, evisu, and they got rolls in em
coolin wit a hoe murder she wrote nigga
bitch i’m too stuffed, eatin sushi rolls nigga

murdr she wrote • prod agitation

lyrics (ik a lot of ts ass)

in my bag, i can’t go out sad
extended mags, i ain’t gon go out that bad
g2, it thumpin it back
walk up in neimans n spend me a bag
yo bitch so ugh, my bitch so bad
fuck boy ain’t talkin bout rack, uh yuhh
my bitch so bad to da core
bands on me like i did cheat codes
rackies they come by loads
nigga rockin spray ground, get tf from round
scored on a pint, now i’m out of bounds
bitch think i’m a a-hole cus im not around
whatever u say hoe cus im up right now
cus these bands won’t make me frown

so geeked up, im numb right now
offa the addy, i’m on the come down
white bitch wanna fuck, bitch come right now
i scored on a pint lil bitch touchdown 
bitch i been adventurous, these racks they go where i go
stacked up just like lego bitch, got more racks than wells fargo
g2 in my breeches, that bitch go off when i say so
bad bitch speakin creole 
i’m in the trap with mi amigos
give a fuck bout yo ppl
my nigga shoot thru the peephole
bad bitch let the g2 dump best get low 
bad bitch love “emisu” and she dimples

in my bag, i can’t go out sad
extended mags, i ain’t gon go out that bad
g2, it thumpin it back
walk up in neimans n spend me a bag
yo bitch so ugh, my bitch so bad
fuck boy ain’t talkin bout rack, uh yuhh
my bitch so bad to da core
bands on me like i did cheat codes
rackies they come by loads
nigga rockin spray ground, get tf from round
scored on a pint, now i’m out of bounds
bitch think i’m a a-hole cus im not around
whatever u say hoe cus im up right now
cus these bands won’t make me frown

cheat codes • prod agitation

emii + agitation - carnivore • prod me

lyrics

g2 hit his ass, now he cryin
ran up that bag but i’m still sublime 
i’m smokin on green but this shit ain’t a lime
pull a blick on that boy if he step outta line 
don’t fuck with that white bitch, she won’t pay me no mind 
wonder where the time’s gone, something don’t feel right
xd let that bitch go
smokin cookie, no biscoff
i got that white hoe sayin hello
said she gone blow like a cello
that xd spit like that bitch screamin, yell hoe
don’t fuck wit ricks, i know he gon scam bro
lil bitch, im too damn clean, never caught in a jam hoe
yuh, the stick, ?
that blick, i bought bout several
g2 stick the skin like arrows
i’m flee than a bitch n i’m eatin on egg rolls

remember them times i failed
fell out with my bitch , you ain’t know how that felt
i’m tryna get green n move slow like a snail
he envying me n it’s showin right now
i’m hittin this bitch off the rails
this hoe thinkin imma get her some pearls 
these perkies beatin me ik you can tell
this hoe wanna be with me but i gotta bail

g2 hit his ass, now he cryin
ran up that bag but i’m still sublime 
i’m smokin on green but this shit ain’t a lime
pull a blick on that boy if he step outta line 
don’t fuck with that white bitch, she won’t pay me no mind 
wonder where the time’s gone, something don’t feel right
xd let that bitch go
smokin cookie, no biscoff
i got that white hoe sayin hello
said she gone blow like a cello
that xd spit like that bitch screamin, yell hoe
don’t fuck wit ricks, i know he gon scam bro
lil bitch, im too damn clean, never caught in a jam hoe
yuh, the stick, ?
that blick, i bought bout several
g2 stick the skin like arrows
i’m flee than a bitch n i’m eatin on egg rolls

step outta line • prod jucced

cnt chill lyrics:

dumbass nigga talk down on me, he gon get it bad
i’m in the with that gat on me, lil nigga ain’t never on lack
you goin out sad, lil nigga get back
i’m fuckin his hoe and i’m breaking her back
rackin up bands, wells fargo
these bands the best i ever had
oh you like the older me? what makes you think i care?
my bitch way too baaddddd, these niggas can’t help but stare
i been off this adderal, that’s why i can’t chill
give me face, stop stallin hoe i ain’t come here to chill

that bitch wanna get close to me, i don’t wanna know you bitch
she said do i love her? hoe i rather plead the 5th
ain’t nun in my head but this dread and this guilt
she like nappy dreads, that the reason that I’m him
i ain’t gettin bread and you on? imma have to take that shit
lame ahh nigga ain’t livin long, we had gave him fatal pills
i ran up this bag by my lone, you ain’t takin shit
this lil bag high maintenance
you ain’t even makin cents

(i don’t feel like doing the lyrics for poached)

cnt chill + poached • prod agitation

she’s been fooled and i know
heart’s been broken, i done seen it all before
racks keep growin, i know i know
she ain’t never noticed, i hoped i hoped 
she ain’t know, now she knows
drugs in my body, i can’t cope
fiendin for yo love, i need more
more and more

why lie at all?
you been mine, from the jump
you been the apple of my eye, let’s elope
i want her and she knows
she gon toy with me i should’ve known this
?, i feel so foolish, stupid
i came with my nine, imma do it
i don’t need to love no more
im coolin with my new bitch 

she’s been fooled and i know
heart’s been broken, i done seen it all before
racks keep growin, i know i know
she ain’t never noticed, i hoped i hoped 
she ain’t know, now she knows
drugs in my body, i can’t cope
fiendin for yo love, i need more
more and more

clueless 2 (she knows) • prod me

emii + nia - go mode (bonus) • prod me

in this bitch n i’m throwed (x2) 
smokin on this green, lost control 
white hoe wanna fuck, she think i’m on
racks up in this bitch i’m tryna fold it
g2 blow, i’ll get a nigga gone bitch
get that cheese and i’m gone, them racks all i want bitch
bitch hit my phone, you might see the blocklist
yeah, fw this hoe i think she flawless

she see the bag on a nigga, “what it’s costin?”
two step on a hoe, feel Carlston
spent these racks on my tee, so i’m gettin flee
racks in a rental but it’s all me
white hoe said “why emii flaunting?”
dumb hoe can’t be serious, this shit blowin me
xd in my pants, let it go if he talkin sweet
i stay w my troops, w my gang, on yo block we sweep

in this bitch n i’m throwed (x2) 
smokin on this green, lost control 
white hoe wanna fuck, she think i’m on
racks up in this bitch i’m tryna fold it
g2 blow, i’ll get a nigga gone bitch
get that cheese and i’m gone, them racks all i want bitch
bitch hit my phone, you might see the blocklist
yeah, fw this hoe i think she flawless

blocklist (bonus) • prod chpo

emii + jaye - for wat ? • prod yan

bitch a molly fiend, i don’t know her
with these racks, imma spend em by the ton
g2, bitch rip thru lungs
chucky cheese, hoe im bout my funds
fuckin w a red bone, she been in go when i say so 
racks on his temple, got him leavin w a halo

why’d this bitch hit my line?
i’m smokin on this green, not a lime 
this cheese, for me, it’s mine 
white hoe, on me, said i’m so kind
?
g2, this bitch that hoe blow nigga
white hoe think im destined to blow next
bitch ion need you, you annoyin

bitch a molly fiend, i don’t know her
with these racks, imma spend em by the ton
g2, bitch rip thru lungs
chucky cheese, hoe im bout my funds
fuckin w a red bone, she been in go when i say so 
racks on his temple, got him leavin w a halo

lungs ##sv • prod me

emii + shwn + nia - denims • prod traykoolin

lyrics

she wanna fuck, is that really new?
bitch i want them bands, ill go over the moon
she on some bullshit, i don’t want that lil hoe, she ran thru
i cannot be comfortable
they’ll do a nigga dirt like dogfood
that xd on me blow at dude
bitch i got clips, in multiples
brand new stick, pokin dude
make a nigga leap like froggy do
they been doin me a lot worse, been said fuck school
i get racks, you know that
bitch wanna fuck, come on then
you fumbled the bag, come on man

hoe i’m not dumb , ik what you on
want the racks on me, she know what i’m on
she want brand new garçon
she don’t know how to let go
white hoe, i think she a keeper
g2 swing like the reaper
offa this rp, feel my heart beating 
it keep on goin like a sequence 
i’m tweakin

she wanna fuck, is that really new?
bitch i want them bands, ill go over the moon
she on some bullshit, i don’t want that lil hoe, she ran thru
i cannot be comfortable
they’ll do a nigga dirt like dogfood
that xd on me blow at dude
bitch i got clips, in multiples
brand new stick, pokin dude
make a nigga leap like froggy do
they been doin me a lot worse, been said fuck school
i get racks, you know that
bitch wanna fuck, come on then
you fumbled the bag, come on man

ovr the moon • prod me + traykoolin

aint stayin down (bonus) • prod me

im not sure • prod c418 + me

celine • prod traykoolin

closure (bonus) • prod me

mood • prod me

not sentimental hoe, i fuck n dip on her
i been thru the storm, this bitch think im a pawn 
imma show her
get that bag then im on
she dont wanna feel no more
im in pain bitch, no more

run that bag nigga dinero
white how wanna fuck, she feral
dumbass nigga, he keep takin L’s
lil bruh u suck, like is u fr?
pack in the mail
get that nigga gone, he can’t get bailed
so many times that i done failed 
bitchto be frank, i jus don’t care

ay, shut up, bag on him, wet em
smoke on this dope, im smokin green like lettuce

ay, shut up, bag on him, wet em
smoke on this dope, im smokin green like lettuce

pawn • prod egress1

(im at the top of the leaderboard, im at the top of the leaderboard... where are you)

pockets fat, weigh too much, it’s a lot 
she want me, yeah i know i fucked it up, i lie a lot 
you not in my circle, i know you bound to plot
can’t fall in love wit you, i know that shit a waste of time

goin solo, this hoe a fucking bop
didn’t mean to hurt you
hoes wanna know a lot
that bitch wonder what i do wit “her”
love her allure
she wants my heart
i’d give it all

pockets fat, weigh too much, it’s a lot 
she want me, yeah i know i fucked it up, i lie a lot 
you not in my circle, i know you bound to plot
can’t fall in love wit you, i know that shit a waste of time
i know that shit a waste of time
i know that shit a waste of time

waste of time ##sv • prod nia

tick me off • prod sean + dawson

yahn + shwn - ksubi jeans • prod emii

truey jeans so damn fat, i walk with a lean
so fucking stunning, hoe, i’m dropping cheese
double c’s, double g’s
tryna bless this hoe, she will not use me
moved on to adderall, cus i can’t find oxy
you get underneath my skin hoe
too bad, broke my scale
offa oxy pill, fuckin up my health
she wanna go solo, “yes ma’am”
you’ll forever be my hoe
i could never be mad hoe
it’s shit that never matter

scale ##sv • prod me

bad ass hoe gon fuck it up, can’t do me bogus
bitch i know you, my favorite hoe
off adderall, im tweakin, off the moon
she want me, but i can’t get close
don’t come outside, this not what you want
hollow tip, rippin straight thru bone
been on my lone, on my own
she wanna talk it out but i don’t know 

not my brother, don’t know em
he’s a random
she not my bitch, not my lover
don’t understand hoe
we carry sticks like it’s lumber, my nigga drummin hoe
i’m seein numbers, im off this oxy hoe
in my bag hoe
she ain’t notice, she can’t cope with all the shit she know
with that stick, can’t go out sad
i’m smokin pressure hoe, i’m paranoid lil hoe
imma do you bad

bad ass hoe gon fuck it up, can’t do me bogus
bitch i know you, my favorite hoe
off adderall, im tweakin, off the moon
she want me, but i can’t get close
don’t come outside, this not what you want
hollow tip, rippin straight thru bone
been on my lone, on my own
she wanna talk it out but i don’t know 

she wanna talk it out but i don’t know 
she wanna talk it out but i don’t know 
i don’t know

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