run thru the rain (bmud) - lyrics 💕

i got that ice on me and it freeze
i got a bad bitch on me
glock came with a beam, yea and its green
that lil hoe hit my phone left her on seen

baby lets run through the rain, can you feel my pain, baby, nah
baby tell me what you gained, baby, huh
no i cannot hear a word you saying, nah
I'm getting too fucked up, i cannot recall

I'm thinking i need me a lil rolls royce, or a jag
put that lil bitch on his back, g19 and that bitch stacked
i ain't never ran no track, but I'm running to that cash
hopping in that cat, and it got a hemi engine its fast

who do think he is? he ain't finna slide on me
that choppa it wish him well, holding a hunnid rounds, it go bee!
I'm feeling that pain again and it's hurting me
I'm sipping on double cup, I'm slurring see

i got that ice on me and it freeze
i got a bad bitch on me
glock came with a beam, yea and its green
that lil hoe hit my phone left her on seen

baby lets run through the rain, can you feel my pain, baby, nah
baby tell me what you gained, baby, huh
no i cannot hear a word you saying, nah
I'm getting too fucked up, i cannot recall

run thru the rain (bmud)

stand out (aria1k) - lyrics 💕:

speed, speed
yea, hop out, watcha need?
i told that boy back down, he in my blunt he my pack now
and i got them k rounds, that bitch carrying tracers like a damn hound
getting money i'm fanned out, i'm the queen of this shit, i'm gon' stand out
me and kurumi, we ran down, got that bitch boy screaming "man down"
can't leave no damn victims, my choppa it's hittin' up'
wait to see how it'll pan out
man these bitches fugazi, they fake when im rich, always looking for a fucking handout

that choppa on me, i aint finna fight
223, yea they finna bite
she ride me like a damn bike, no kawasaki
swervin, im up in that maserati
and the drac kick back, like it do karate
bad bitch all up on my body, get to shakin ass she a lil naughty

i'm back on that go mode, bitch im ready shoot at whoever, whenever
bro tryna backdoor, who he think he is, he think he real clever 
you killing me? bitch, never
off with your head, bitch, severed
caught him in broad day, he was on lack, my day just couldn't be better

im walking too slow, bitch im on that mud
why else you think that everything I make can make people relate and make us feel like best buds?
im shootin' the kel tec, its on me, i ain't leaving no man stunned
riding around in a g23, drive by, made his ass run

speed, speed
huh, speed, watcha need?
i told that boy back down, he in my blunt he my pack now
and i got them k rounds, that bitch carrying tracers like a damn hound
getting money i'm fanned out, i'm the queen of this shit, i'm gon' stand out
me and kurumi, we ran down, got that bitch boy screaming "man down"
can't leave no damn victims, my choppa it's hittin' up'
wait to see how it'll pan out
man these bitches fugazi, they fake when im rich, always looking for a fucking handout

that choppa on me, i aint finna fight
223, yea they finna bite
she ride me like a damn bike, no kawasaki
swervin, im up in that maserati
and the drac kick back, like it do karate
bad bitch all up on my body, get to shakin ass she a lil naughty

stand out (aria1k)

where do i start - lyrics 💕:

where do i start? play him like its darts
sippin' on that wokhardt, yea, that bitch tearing me apart
i'm getting that money, and i just be stackin' up, i got a lot bitch, look at the charts
this bitch tryna set me up, i ain't no dumb girl
thought i'm dumb, but im movin' smart

where do i start? gazing at the stars
pussy won't make it far, cant lower my guard
played the wrong card, broke my heart it's in shards
bullet leave more than a scar, ARP, bitch, yea i'm armed

hopped in the muhfuckin whip, VIP just showed me the vip
and i got that five seven on my hip, off of these xans, i aint finna trip
he keep on talkin, he better zip, just scored a pint, and i'm finna sip
he think he rich, but aint got shi, make him eat shi, he a lil bitch

i'm finna flow, hop out that rolls, we finna go like ugh
we get him trolled, and we totin' poles, and we finna let it go
that lil boy he told, i got a .44, pour up the drank, i need more
uh huh, pickin em off like its eeny, meeny, miny, moe

(bridge)

where do i start? play him like its darts
sippin' on that wokhardt, yea, that bitch tearing me apart
i'm getting that money, and i just be stackin' up, i got a lot bitch, look at the charts
this bitch tryna set me up, i ain't no dumb girl
thought i'm dumb, but im movin' smart

where do i start? gazing at the stars
pussy won't make it far, cant lower my guard
played the wrong card, broke my heart it's in shards
bullet leave more than a scar, ARP, bitch, yea i'm armed



where do i start

not him ft. crusey

show it - lyrics 💕:

(hopoutyoshino)
i been in the field, yea, with my fucking soldiers
got that pack on me, and i fucking sold it
got an arp, and i fucking hold it 
she wanna fuck on me, im like "baby, show it", "baby, show it", "baby, show it"
getting money like its nothing, i already know it, 'ready know it, 'ready know it
clutchin' five seven, bitch, im about to blow it

pull up with the big guns, we gon shoot at you
got that 762, going thru the roof
yea you losing too, get him hit, you losing two
it ain't nothing we gon' leave you more than black and blue
pull up on him, he's a target, catch the lil bitch, paint his face an artist
cannot fuck wit' us, yea bruh, we start it
hop out, bam, get him sweeped, get him darted

(556Kurumi)
smoking gas, this shit got me retarded
bitch give me good brain, she the smartest
i'm tryna hit a damn stain, you the target
no we ain't even close range, shoot the farthest
he keep playing, leave his body on a tarmac
so much sticks, i think they might needa fall back
blowin' up my phone, baby i ain't gonna call back
you only got lil money, we be making tall stacks

yeeaa~ 
you gon go out as failure, bae i don't know what to tell ya
yea, i need a new fit, hit the tailor
had to spend a couple bands like Remilia
all the denim is imported, i up that shit leave him in torment
yea, see me, he gon run, ain't no Forrest 

(hopoutyoshino)
i been in the field, yea, with my fucking soldiers
got that pack on me, and i fucking sold it
got an arp, and i fucking hold it 
she wanna fuck on me, im like "baby, show it", "baby, show it", "baby, show it"
getting money like its nothing, i already know it, 'ready know it, 'ready know it
clutchin' five seven, bitch, im about to blow it

show it ft. 556Kurumi

no skill - lyrics 💕(cover art by @e111en):

choppa on me, that shit singing like it's linkin park
he been talking, we gon catch him lacking after dark
say you walk em down, you a clown, we gon' let it spark
bitch i'm winning now, got that crown, glockie leave a mark

bitch i'm feeling like the man of steel
glock 19, it make him kneel, we gon' die for what? we gon get you killed, bitch
you ain't do not stunt, all you did was talk, you got no skill, bitch
shut yo fucking mouth, focus on the money, you ain't real rich

show me a band, talking to a broke bitch, something i can't stand
no you can't do it alone, bitch boy gotta resort to callin' his mans
got this dumb bitch tryna run, he ran straight up to a dead end
yea, we finna send him to god, cuttin' off these damn ties, ain't nun to mend

we finna double cross him like a hashtag, 
pistol on me, make him back, back,
he ain't gon no gun, he on lack, lack,
and i'm posted up with that mac, mac
turn yo bitch to a natt natt 
tease yo bitch ass, i'm like "nana"
funny lookin' bitch, haha
me and 'rumi got hoes, they throw that
where you tryna go? you act like a opp, so we kick you to the floor
this shit a no brainer, so why you acting slow?
i should've been known that, that glock, glock, it blow back
bitch took, get yo hoe back, 
watch yourself, watch your own back,
got an ar, and it attack

choppa on me, that shit singing like it's linkin park
he been talking, we gon catch him lacking after dark
say you walk em down, you a clown, we gon' let it spark
bitch i'm winning now, got that crown, glockie leave a mark

bitch i'm feeling like the man of steel
glock 19, it make him kneel, we gon' die for what? we gon get you killed, bitch
you ain't do not stunt, all you did was talk, you got no skill, bitch
shut yo fucking mouth, focus on the money, you ain't real rich

no skill (1konce_ + yvngonce)

want you (falloutkore) - lyrics 💕:

she wanna ride with me and keep me up, uh huh
they tryna slide on me, that glock gon buss, yea
put him in the sky, put him in hell,
bitch, these choppa shells make him yell
keep on talking bitch, go to yale
bitch, that glock gon leave him pale, huh

how much money i need today? uh~
if he talking crazy, we shooting shit at his brain, huh
how you gon slide on me, ain't got no gun, no brainer
okay, i think i want the hemi engine on the wraith, uh~
i just popped me another perc, xanny, a bean, i'm on all of that
i got an arp with a beam on me, it's swinging like a bat
bitch i'm speeding down that freeway, pushin' 100 on the dash
please don't hit up my phone talkin' bout problems, i'm busy counting cash

got an ARP with a mag, i done fell in love with the cash
hop in that SRT or the jag
i'm sippin on drank, i had to relax
baby i left that shit in the past
wanna hang with us, got no pass
g19 put him on his ass

bitch i been rich, yea
call on ya, call on me
come and see, i want you all to me,
all to me, all to me, yuh, all to me

she wanna ride with me and keep me up, uh huh
they tryna slide on me, that glock gon buss, yea
put him in the sky, put him in hell,
bitch, these choppa shells make him yell
keep on talking bitch, go to yale
bitch, that glock gon leave him pale, huh

want you (falloutkore)

phase one (jorko + aloa) - lyrics 💕:

bitch, i got so many guns on the side of me
treat me like a joke, ended up choking, why'd you lie to me
baby, you told me you was gon ride, that you gon die for me
i'm like "tell me what you want", tell me honestly

yea, we back to phase one, bitch i'm riding around with that gun,
bitches be clones, they ain't on nun,
he like to talk, made that boy run,
play in this bitch, you done, play in this bitch we spun,
we finna light em up, like the sun,
i'm they mom bitch, they my sons

it's a lot of hoes that want me to come back
he keep on talking down, we finna send him up, he finna run that
i got my stick on me, can't leave the house, bitch, when i'm on lack
yea, that choppa send him to the past, hit like a flashback

XD jump like a trampoline, bitch i'm busy counting this green
moving too slow, i'm sippin on lean, 
smoking yo pack, it got me all mean,
money so tall, like yao ming
look at my diamonds, that bitch blinging~

bitch, i got so many guns on the side of me
treat me like a joke, ended up choking, why'd you lie to me
baby, you told me you was gon ride, that you gon die for me
i'm like "tell me what you want", tell me honestly

yea, we back to phase one, bitch i'm riding around with that gun,
bitches be clones, they ain't on nun,
he like to talk, made that boy run,
play in this bitch, you done, play in this bitch we spun,
we finna light em up, like the sun,
i'm they mom bitch, they my sons

phase one (jorko + aloa)

ring (xgabrius) - lyrics 💕:
i just lost my bread, i can’t find it
ain’t no pen and paper, i ain’t writing
bitch it’s me or her, you deciding 
don’t call my phone, don’t ring, ring
all my diamonds bling, bling
let that choppa, sing sing
you can’t rock with me
hit that gas, get left on E
but i still fly by
baby girl, don’t cry
i’ll take you shopping, get what you like

just get whatever
i’ll take you shoppin, what you like, just get whatever
and all these niggas hella fake, but i could never
no please don’t call my phone, please don’t hit my cellular
c-c-cause i just lost your brain, no i won’t miss it
and he just lost his life, but we won’t miss him
smoking on that shit, it give you cancer
and i’m the type nigga who’ll get you canceled

uh uh, you can’t sit with me, me
all he do is dream, dream
bitch, im from the streets, streets
can’t give niggas no love, cause they don’t want me they just in love with that munyun
no i don’t need no- i don’t need no love in my life
you’d be fucking surprised how much they lie, yea
high up in the sky, yea
i’ll send him higher, im way too fly, yea, yea

come inside, baby come along with me, let me look you in yo eyes
you gon die, bitch i got the stick on me, we ain’t finna box, not finna fight
gun beside, bitch i play with the fucking sticks like it’s fucking taiko, no lie
yea, come and lie, how you gon tell me that i’m wrong, but you ain’t doin shit that’s right?

i just lost my bread, i can’t find it
ain’t no pen and paper, i ain’t writing
bitch it’s me or her, you deciding 
don’t call my phone, don’t ring, ring
all my diamonds bling, bling
let that choppa, sing sing
you can’t rock with me
hit that gas, get left on E
but i still fly by
baby girl, don’t cry
i’ll take you shopping, get what you like

ring ft. ilyjulius! (xgabrius)

soon (kisuge) - lyrics 💕

uh huh, imma keep it a stack, have you running back, im seeing you soon
why you acting like that, you going out bad, you offa da shrooms
i'll knock off ya hat, the toolie go blatt, his name onna tomb
that bitch she a natt, i hop in that cat, and then it go zoom

i looked in yo eyes, but i saw the lies, did you do me right, i had to realize
bitch im with the guys, but i cut the ties, i had to revise, no i cannot die
bitch im in the night, i put up a fight, send him to the light, it's not looking bright
i got a new bitch, she a fucking sight, codeine with the sprite, mixing like science

i play with the money, no i cant stop paying for shit
i ride with a glock, no i cant play with the stick
can't play with no bitch, bullet give em stitches
you losing yo money, i been getting riches
get yo head in the game, why you talking bout bitches
she's calling my name, can you not listen?

sending shots, no he won't make it far
and im in that cat, windows tinted black, its lookin like its tar
choppa it'll hack, and the bitch attack, we gon pull his card
and i throw a rack, we gon get him whacked, he onna VCR

this hoe said she love me, this bitch think it's funny, huh
bitch i'm getting money, truey denim, pockets all on tubby
evil hoe, she cunning, glock 19, run him down, we gunning
said "i need no honey", i started to feel like i'm a fucking dummy

everything that i do is for a reason, deep in
everything that you say, you reaching, speaking
did ya have to leave, tell me how you feeling
heard that you can't stay, and it got me tweaking

uh huh, imma keep it a stack, have you running back, im seeing you soon
why you acting like that, you going out bad, you offa da shrooms
i'll knock off ya hat, the toolie go blatt, his name onna tomb
that bitch she a natt, i hop in that cat, and then it go zoom

i looked in yo eyes, but i saw the lies, did you do me right, i had to realize
bitch im with the guys, but i cut the ties, i had to revise, no i cannot die
bitch im in the night, i put up a fight, send him to the light, it's not looking bright
i got a new bitch, she a fucking sight, codeine with the sprite, mixing like science

soon (kisuge)

jack in the box (tenshixgod) - lyrics 💕:

push up on his team, glock it got beam, money in my jeans,
you a little bitch, ain't nun to me, it's all in your genes
i pop out the cut, like jack in the box, lil bitch, i'm clean
yo bitch want it all, yea she getting fucked, she a little fiend

i call up my angels, turn him back to dust, like, what do you mean?
they turning to demons when they let them shots off, bloody scene
i'm boutta rewind, bitch we moving slow, i'm sippin on lean
got the gen 5 on me, i aint no "rex", but ill put you on a fucking tee

yea, you crazy for that shit, leave you in a ditch,
stop acting like a bitch, yea, i'll hit you with that switch
sippin on potions, like a witch, finna run down, jugg yo shit
you getting money? nah, yea you wish
fucking on bad hoes, not no treesh

not no treesh, im fucking models
shipping fucking pack, yea bitch, it's global, colorado
sippin robitussin with my cousin, yea we on those
call up ellen, kurumi, yea my shootas on go

three bands on me, no bands on you
i'm like "hey i'm getting this guap", oh, i don't know 'bout you
baby let me get a peek at you, yellow diamonds, pikachu
and i'm riding round with the crew, on me
finna run it back, like kurumi

push up his team, glock it got beam, money in my jeans,
you a little bitch, ain't nun to me, it's all in your genes
i pop out the cut, like jack in the box, lil bitch, i'm clean
yo bitch want it all, yea she getting fucked, she a little fiend

i call up my angels, turn him back to dust, like, what do you mean?
they turning to demons when they let them shots off, bloody scene
i'm boutta rewind, bitch we moving slow, i'm sippin on lean
got the gen 5 on me, i aint no "rex", but ill put you on a fucking tee

jack in the box (tenshixgod)

again (outtafunds) - lyrics 💕:

when can i see you again? 
we used to kick it all the time, all the way from back then
b-bitch i got so many pink fifties, blue hunnids, not tens
hit the mall with all that guap, then i make it again

again, again, 
hit the mall with all the guap, again
again, again, 
hit the mall with all the guap, again

money counter beepin, that’s a lullaby
shawty said she love me, i know that’s a lie
baby im too high up, can’t see the other side
laces been too tied up, tripped up, don’t got the time

you said i changed up, i just leveled up, i ain’t stressing bitch, i got double cups
mixing the love and the drugs, yea im never stuck
i still hear you voice everytime im stuck
racks, bitch, doubled up
hit a lick, hoe, huddle up
pedal to the fucking medal, bitch you better buckle up, no~

when can i see you again? 
we used to kick it all the time, all the way from back then
bitch i got so many pink fifties, blue hunnids, not tens
hit the mall with all that guap, then i make it again

again, again, 
hit the mall with all the guap, again
again, again, 
hit the mall with all the guap, again

again (outtafunds)

i was fucking around i hope yall fw my vocals .. it's not the full song bc i suck at singing LMAO

bryson tiller - finesse (yoshino cover)

catch him (fukhavi x chopstick) - lyrics 💕:

bitch, huh, we spot him, we got him, we shot him, i fuck on yo daughter, we lob her, she naughty, i’m noddin' off lean, i’m sippin' codeine, i’m booted off beans, like huh
bitch, huh, we catch him, he lacking, that AR attacked him, i got hella racks in the bank, if he want a lil feat, we gon' tax the bitch, i just be shooting them threes, like huh
you tryna come spin over here, run you over like dear, lil bitch i got that gear, made his ass disappear, is this shit sounding clear, it ain’t no man i fear, like huh
she fuckin, hit her from the rear, nah you ain’t gettin' near, lil bitch you not my peer, cut him off like it shears, when i look in the mirror, it’s a real sista here, like huh

double back with the g10, leave a pussy right on the cement,
i got an arp, but i'm not ayerp, how is you slime if you ain't got no tec
bitch i'm runnin' up these checks, bitch i'm fanned out check the specs
all of my sistas be walking around with FN's they finna aim it at yo neck

my bitch, she stay with snipa, hit you in yo head, put you on yo ass
i'm in the field souljas, and they seein' red, bitch you'll never last
hop in a amg 'cedes, i'm speedin' down quick, i think i might crash
pussy we are not the same, i'm upper then you, we always contrast
no you ain't talk bout shit, you a little bitch, you gotta admit it
i walk in this bitch, and i brought my stick in it
he talkin crazy bitch i'm getting rid of him

bitches be whining, just quit it
all of my flows, he bit it
walk out of the house, im fitted
shut yo bitch ass up, listen

bitch, huh, we spot him, we got him, we shot him, i fuck on yo daughter, we lob her, she naughty, i’m noddin' off lean, i’m sippin' codeine, i’m booted off beans, like huh
bitch, huh, we catch him, he lacking, that AR attacked him, i got hella racks in the bank, if he want a lil feat, we gon' tax the bitch, i just be shooting them threes, like huh
you tryna come spin over here, run you over like dear, lil bitch i got that gear, made his ass disappear, is this shit sounding clear, it ain’t no man i fear, like huh
she fuckin, hit her from the rear, nah you ain’t gettin' near, lil bitch you not my peer, cut him off like it shears, when i look in the mirror, it’s a real sista here, like huh



catch him (fukhavi x prodchopstick)

zaxbys (luvendz) - lyrics 💕:

i'm getting stuck as fuck, ya
we sendin shots, betta duck, ya
fucking yo bitch, i'ma cuck ya
got a green tip it'll cook

blick in my hand, like a crutch
drac got that bass, it'll thump
i used to be broke in the cut, ya
now i'm in saks with a slut

cook shit, and i fry shit, like its zaxbys
running up this fucking money just like im an athlete 
bitch, i'll hop out, take the risk, die before i backseat
yea the feds tryna trace the trap, get to runnin, this a trackmeet

twin drums spin around, bitch i'm feelin like it's beyblade
talking you really active, you do not have shit, yea im on vacay
big tec, we servin like entree, hit a lick then dip to the palms, ay
i done came up, came a long way
now the rollie be covered in snowflakes

i was outside with a two-tone glock, still had the green and blue on
chromeheart belt, with a tec in the loop, walked in like "who gone now?"
bro caught a body and changed his name, then he dipped to yukon
riding with 10, bitch i'm feeling like ben, but shawty, i don't save no clones, no

i'm getting stuck as fuck, ya
we sendin shots, betta duck, ya
fucking yo bitch, i'ma cuck ya
got a green tip it'll cook

blick in my hand, like a crutch
drac got that bass, it'll thump
i used to be broke in the cut, ya
now i'm in saks with a slut

cook shit, and i fry shit, like its zaxbys
running up this fucking money just like im an athlete 
bitch, i'll hop out, take the risk, die before i backseat
yea the feds tryna trace the trap, get to runnin, this a trackmeet

zaxbys (luvendz)

talk 2 much (hopoutyoshino) - lyrics 💕:

i been floating off a bean, see the world in slow motion
mix the wock with the pain, got me drowning in the ocean
i don't talk too much, move in silent locomotion
demons in the open

i don't talk too much, but i keep a 40 inna clutch
no, i walk enough, foreign keys, thats all i touch
and i'm smoking all these runts, backwood, double stuffed
i see the money, it make me blush
i see the money, it make me crush

chrome heart tee with a glock in the crease
hunnid k play, now the opps gotta cease
mask on my face, i aint here for the speech
and the bag came in, runnin' it up bitch im stackin' again
i don't need new friends, i just need the advance
glock in my pants, leave a opp where he stand

make him step way back, 
sippin tris, laid back
hunnid thousand, made that
bitch im riding, maybachs
can't be on lack, windows tinted matte black
AR, it attack

i ain't feeling nothing lately, my thoughts, they tryna play me
my friends, they movin' shady, getting money on the daily
i hear voices in the walls, now i think i'm going crazy
that hoe will never phase me, her man will never face me

i been floating off a been, see the world in slow motion
mix the wock with the pain, got me drowning in the ocean
i don't talk too much, move in silent locomotion
demons in the open

i don't talk too much, but i keep a 40 inna clutch
no, i walk enough, foreign keys, thats all i touch
and i'm smoking all these runts, backwood, double stuffed
i see the money, it make me blush
i see the money, it make me crush

talk 2 much (hopoutyoshino)

on me ft. 556Kurumi + flandrexo (yvng.once)

stop it (2nesian) - lyrics 💕:

bitch, i'm going OT, 
stacking my money, you know me
w-we got clips like it's sony,
mix the wock up, macaroni
glock got attachments, it's looking pretty
he ain't bending shit, he a phony
and i got many colors, colorful beams, my little pony

i'm smoking exotic, get that boy dead, he necrotic
30 round sing like it's opera, 30 sound like it's melodic
sippin' on drank, bitch i'm noddin' off
hit his head top, we gon drop it
new bitch she keep going on and on, 
told that lil ho just to stop it

i'm finna pop me a seal
double back on that lil bitch, what's the deal
whip out the lot, bitch, i'm taking the wheel
trusting me off your attention, thats real
put that dick on a glock, it make grown men kneel
said that you're hurt, like go let it heal
i'm giving no fucks, my mind gotta feel
that pack on my line, that package all sealed
i'm moving in silence, i cannot reveal

whole trap jumping, lean sippin', mudd bumping
draco be tucked, and that bitch get to thumping
opps tryna slide, then we get to dumping
that pussy on nothing, no room for the bluffing
762 leave a bitch gushing, you aint bringing nothing to the function

bitch, i'm going OT, 
stacking my money, you know me
w-we got clips like it's sony,
mix the wock up, macaroni
glock got attachments, it's looking pretty
he ain't bending shit, he a phony
and i got many colors, colorful beams, my little pony

i'm smoking exotic, get that boy dead, he necrotic
30 round sing like it's opera, 30 sound like it's melodic
sippin' on drank, bitch i'm noddin' off
hit his head top, we gon drop it
new bitch she keep going on and on, 
told that lil ho just to stop it

stop it (2nesian)

can't get enough (hopoutyoshino) - lyrics 💕:

bitch, i been ranked up, you can't hang with us
said you can't hang with us, no
opps tryna play, they ain't taking us
ride around with sticks, like we dangerous
heard he was talking, he ain't saying much
gun on my side, so i'm pouring up

yea, we going up
stacking up all of these racks, i can't fold em up, i can't get enough
glock on me it's finna buss, we finna leave that boy right in the dust
he keep on talking, so we made him shut, bitch i fendi'd down, 
now i'm turning up

i'm tryna be on the forbes list
racks so long, can't ignore this
VIP, i'm important, i'm sippin' on wock, my vision distorted
i'm in my fortress, sippin' potion, i'm on that go shi, you already know this
put him underground, we gon knock him down, holding 50 rounds, this shit is enormous

it's a big body benz, can't park it
dot on his head, he a target
i don't want no lame bitches in my margin
we up in frax, we throwing a party
bad lil bitch, and she getting naughty
she shine in the light, yea, she looking godly
we finna buck him, with that shotty

bitch, i been ranked up, you can't hang with us
said you can't hang with us, no
opps tryna play, they ain't taking us
ride around with sticks, like we dangerous
heard he was talking, he ain't saying much
gun on my side, so i'm pouring up

yea, we going up
stacking up all of these racks, i can't fold em up, i can't get enough
glock on me it's finna buss, we finna leave that boy right in the dust
he keep on talking, so we made him shut, bitch i fendi'd down, 
now i'm turning up

can't get enough (hopoutyoshino)

for the fans (hopoutyoshino) - lyrics 💕:

fuck the haters, bitch it's for the fans
counting blue hunnids, no it can't fit in my pants
he got too close, so we spun it again
got a chop, with a scope, imma shoot right thru the tint

put a dent in him, trueys, fitted denim bitch
always tryna steal the flow, they stealing my identity
i'm what they gon mimic, every movement just a memory
my mind my worst enemy, no you're not a friend of me

fuck what you said, lil bitch, i'm ahead of it
i'm in the trap, dirty cup with mudd, mixing medicine
i be strapped up, i be with them sticks, like a veteran
he acting tough, he ain't with the shits i never heard of him

trap with the pack and i'm hitting that jugg,
got a stick and it kick, make it clap when it thud
sippin that mudd, cup full of that crud
ran through all the racks, had to stack for the flood

spin on his block and we hit it again 
got a beam on the glock, put a dot on his chin
counting up hunnids, i'm thumbin' it in
fuck all that talkin', we gunnin' to win

fuck the haters, bitch it's for the fans
counting blue hunnids, no it can't fit in my pants
he got too close, so we spun it again
got a chop, with a scope, imma shoot right thru the tint

put a dent in him, trueys, fitted denim bitch
always tryna steal the flow, they stealing my identity
i'm what they gon mimic, every movement just a memory
my mind my worst enemy, no you're not a friend of me

for the fans (hopoutyoshino)

get sat (yvng.once) - lyrics 💕:

she not fuckin, she getting the boot
me and lil flan, we slide in that coupe
fuck that, going 392 
he saying allat, but he ain't finna shoot
you countin' up lil ones, only ones
we only be throwing up blues
i feel like im obi wan, showing up, the way i be swinging my tool
we can get yo head tapped, head tapped
hunnid shots, imma send that, send that
no i cannot be on lack, on lack
told that pussy back back, back back
if you wanted the smoke, you coulda just said that,
meant that, now you getting laughed at, clap back, 
now you getting sat down, hows that?

damn, so many, so many hoes, yea
got that drac on me, gon shoot right through his bones, yea
yea i seen how you gon move, how you gon go, yea
i keep a stick, i let it kick, i let it blow, yea

got that stick, like heavy metal
aim at his dome, he dead, we settled
you play with the gang, get dropped from the level
this gas in my lungs, foot stuck on the pedal
he meeting the devil
i'm finna show you the mind of a enemy
choppa sing like a melody, you is never gon see the end of me

walked in, bad snow bunny, Hopkins
in the stu, we locked in, no fucks up, yea we got it
run up the racks then we drop it, blue hunnids all in my pocket
he say he him, but he not it, talk tough, then we up and pop it

i'm a hot topic, cash, bitch i want profit
ain't no way i'm stopping, bad bitch, but she toxic
sticks tucked, case closed, if he act up, then we finna drop him
sip tris, till i'm leaning, till i pass out, till i'm nodding

she not fuckin, she getting the boot
me and lil flan, we slide in that coupe
fuck that, going 392 
he saying allat, but he ain't finna shoot
you countin' up lil ones, only ones
we only be throwing up blues
i feel like i'm obi wan, showing up, the way i be swinging my tool
we can get yo head tapped, head tapped
hunnid shots, imma send that, send that
no i cannot be on lack, on lack
told that pussy back back, back back
if you wanted the smoke, you coulda just said that, 
meant that, now you getting laughed at, clap back,
 now you getting sat down, hows that?

get sat (yvngonce)

a little ambient drop for myokitty, happy bday !! 🫶

lay low (hopoutyoshino)

just need (hopoutyoshino) - lyrics 💕:

i just need anything, i can get up off ya
if i say the word, then i'll get to poppin'
i'm a busy bee, better get to dropping
and they wanting me, im the trending topic
tryna play with me, then we get his top hit
i play with the racks, im always on go
he under attack, but im on a roll

woah, hey
a lot of these bitches, they copy my flow
i'm living my dream, while they stuck in a show
i'm stacking these bands, no i cannot go broke
hop in the coupe and i'm losing control
smoking that gas, it's taking my soul
i was down on my ass, i was stuck on the low
cannot switch on the gang, gotta stick to the code

huh, man i'm going up, i ain't finna slow up
get to the bag, i ain't hold enough
too busy, i'm counting these hunnids
i ran it up fast, they callin' me lucky
she tryna link, but that hoe get to dubbing
i told her to make it stretch, in that king bed, now that bitch calling me honey

i just need, i just need
i just need, i just need

i just need

i just need anything, i can get up off ya
if i say the word, then i'll get to poppin'
i'm a busy bee, better get to dropping
and they wanting me, im the trending topic
tryna play with me, then we get his top hit
i play with the racks, im always on go
he under attack, but im on a roll

woah, hey
a lot of these bitches, they copy my flow
i'm living my dream, while they stuck in a show
i'm stacking these bands, no i cannot go broke
hop in the coupe and i'm losing control
smoking that gas, it's taking my soul
i was down on my ass, i was stuck on the low
cannot switch on the gang, gotta stick to the code

just need (hopoutyoshino)

man down (tg + ssong + luckeyknows) - lyrics 💕:

i'm on go, she wanna fuck, let's go
hop in the coupe, get gone like smoke
codeine dreams, i'm pouring too slow
he run up on me, he ain't getting close
stars in the roof, they light up the dome
she blowing my phone, yea, now i know it

i'm in the back of a rolls truck, smoking gas now
i'm tryna get to the top of the world, i can never go back down
yea, he get sat down, bullet hit em, that's a man down
stacking hunnids over hunnids, i got that cash, bitch, yea i'm fanned out

facing you, facing me, can you place your faith in me?
all this cash in my hand, so ill do what i'll please
we running through the night, feel that cold in the breeze
i got you by my side, now my mind's at ease

foreign whips and foreign lips, man, i think i need more of those
got my stick, we pull up quick, we send him where the sun don't show
i'm in a beam, yea, it's tinted, we made that fuck boy listen
bitch, i'm aiming from a distance, say you "made it", no you didn't

i'm on go, she wanna fuck, let's go
hop in the coupe, get gone like smoke
codeine dreams, i'm pouring too slow
he run up on me, he ain't getting close
stars in the roof, they light up the dome
she blowing my phone, yea, now i know it

i'm in the back of a rolls truck, smoking gas now
i'm tryna get to the top of the world, i can never go back down
yea, he get sat down, bullet hit em, that's a man down
stacking hunnids over hunnids, i got that cash, bitch, yea i'm fanned out

man down (tg + ssong + luckeyknows)

know the sin (hopoutyoshino) - lyrics 💕:

twin glocks, same name, they related like cousins
i'm deep in the cut, this ain't no trap, lil bitch its a dungeon
she offa da bean, she be insane, talking bout assumptions
i just keep thumbing up, my fingers got calluses from it

huh, money my medicine, bitch, hunnids my sediments
walk in this bitch w some elegance, pockets so fat, need discipline
still in the field like a veteran, eyes too low, can't see no sentiment
all of them bitches irrelevant, this bitch too toxic can't let her in

play with my bag, now she noticing
pray a couple times, yea i know the sin
they like "yoshi, how you do it? i swear to god, you never losing"
well we gon run it back one more time just to show y'all bitches how to do it

money my motive, tongue stay fluent
frax, the only ones who be shooting
too much motion, cannot move losely
in that s class, my life like a movie
they tryna copy, they see how i'm moving
i'm too real, can't make no blueprint
diamonds clean, that shit translucent
i got green, that shit keep blooming
392, that bitch stay zooming
beam onna stick, that red like ruby 
used to watch that umi zoomi, now i'm counting racks up , that shit look loopy
lost the feeling, heart stay gloomy, life too fast
can't move too goofy
my aim too sharp, don't think bout shooting me
i move too clean, can't stain my ksubis

bitch want love, but i want racks
slide too quick, can't change my track
runnat play, i don't do backs
i done seen too much, i can't get attatched
racks too heavy, my jeans stay sagging
chrome in the clutch, that bitch get flagged
pints on deck, my cup never lag
run up a check, they can't even snag

pour that wock, my heart get colder
pop a lil x pill, now shit moving slower
he died on the seat, now the whip got odor
skirt off in a v12, thats the motor
took off witcho bitch, headed to a hotel,
give it to valet, call up the chaffeur
hop in a king bed, she giving dumb head, she get to riding like a roller coaster

it's over, sippin on that purple potion
you broke, you sippin on mimosa
i aint feeling shit, so i up the dosage
cut that bitch off, i ain't giving no closure
keep my enemies close, but my stick stay closer
bitch im sticked up, like a soldier
fuck a evil bitch, dont let her hold ya

huh, and i'm with brother, innat fucking cut, yea he got that K
i ain't moving reckless, yea we get him wrecked, that blick don't play
slide through the night, run up he gon die, it's another day
and i call up lil rumi, we run that shit back, since the first day

twin glocks, same name, they related like cousins
i'm deep in the cut, this ain't no trap, lil bitch its a dungeon
she offa da bean, she must be insane, talking bout assumptions
i just keep thumbing up, my fingers got calluses from it

huh, money my medicine, bitch, hunnids my sediments
walk in this bitch w some elegance, pockets so fat, need discipline
still in the field like a veteran, eyes too low, can't see no sentiment
all of them bitches irrelevant, this bitch too toxic can't let her in

play with my bag, now she noticing
pray a couple times, yea i know the sin
they like "yoshi, how you do it? i swear to god, you never losing"
well we gon run it back one more time just to show y'all bitches how to do it.

know the sin (hopoutyoshino)

let go (kz) - lyrics 💕:

everyday is halloween, ill do you bad, lil bitch, like scream
we put him on that tv screen, my beam be shining, watch it gleam
ain't no more hiding, blood on my teeth
no i don't really care what you think
like i said, everyday halloween, yeah

lets go, lets go, lets go
too lost, i can't let go
too gone, i'm moving slow
eyes glow red, feel death too close
mask on the face, i feel like ghost
and i done fucked up, can't love no soul
full moon, now i'm onna roll
smoking on ganja, that's how i cope

huh, let go, let go, let go, 
let go, let go, let go, let go

huh, let go, let go, let go, 
let go, let go, let go, let go

sipping on easter pink, that shit slow me down
spooky like halloween, give that lil boy a frown
like friday 13th, i'm finna hunt that lil bitch down
know you wanna be like me, yea you copying my sound
send that lil bitch straight to hell, you ain't on shit, lil bitch i could tell
feeling like i'm freddy krueger, on the street, 
swear to fucking god, i can get him killed
he tried to rob, he failed, we got then 762s, so he bailed
that pussy my son, so i give him that belt, i don't need you, i need nobody else

lets go, lets go, lets go
too lost, i can't let go
too gone, i'm moving slow
eyes glow red, feel death too close
mask on the face, i feel like ghost
and i done fucked up, can't love no soul
full moon, now i'm onna roll
smoking on ganja, that's how i cope

huh, let go, let go, let go, 
let go, let go, let go, let go

huh, let go, let go, let go, 
let go, let go, let go, let go

let go (kz)

wake up (hopoutyoshino + yvngonce) - lyrics 💕:

wake up, thumbin thru these hunnids
you gon hate us, just for how we coming
we got sticks, we got them poles, you would think we drumming
get him hit, chrome on the coat, no flash, yea we stunting

yea that pack came in, i'm getting jaded
yea my eyes half low, i'm so sedated
i got money, i know, that shit feel weighted
life getting real, can't fake or stage it

two bands for a lease, now my pockets supersonic
can't get high as me, look into my eyes, bitch, i'm smoking chronic
i ain't known for the beef, bitches say the same, funny, that's ironic
mix it with the gas, call it alchemy, you ain't getting plays, bitch, yea they botted
grew up in the mud, now my diamonds hella icy
foreign whips, and they painted, get the two tone, so pricey
we ain't losing, yea we onnat, i got them blue bills, that's all i see
i done ran outta fucking sprite, had to mix the codeine with the hi-c
it just take one call, get em knocked off, now he outta the way
bitch talk down, then he finna fall, now he outta my face
no, i don't care at all, bitch, we standing tall, he can get hit with the drac

the way them rackies come in, it's like magic
butterfly doors, could you imagine?
got this I8 beam, in my dreams feel I could grab it
i been sipping lean, mixing pink, i swear it's a habit
i see balenci jeans, gotta redeem, bitch i gotta have it
i got hunnids of gs, do it wit ease, moving automatic
ride with the spirits, i'm with my peers, acting like fanatics

wake up, thumbin thru these hunnids
you gon hate us, just for how we coming
we got sticks, we got them poles, you would think we drumming
get him hit, chrome on the coat, no flash, yea we stunting

yea that pack came in, i'm getting jaded
yea my eyes half low, i'm so sedated
i got money, i know, that shit feel weighted
life getting real, can't fake or stage it

wake up (hopoutyoshino + yvngonce)

feel right (nephminaj + luvendz) - lyrics 💕:

codeine in my cup, i ain't sleep in three nights
the drac got attachments, it lookin' real nice
i been ducking pain, pourin problems inna sprite
hop in and i gas, bitch i'm doing 90, nothing ever feel right
nothing ever feel right, smoking that gas, got me real tight
i look in the mirror, bitch it's not a clear sight
pop another pill just to get some insight
k got a scope, and you in sight
glock with a switch and a flashlight
bitch beggin' for the invite
you thought i was wrong, bitch i been right

i dont know how to feel, been up for a minute
gotta focus on myself, need nobody else
my head spinning, i admit it
said i was fine, but i been twisted
venting to the wrong hoes, keep my distance
bitch, i'm in the field, since they moving different
and i keep a tool, ain't tryna fix it

told bros "i ain't fold", i'm jus stuck up in my zone
bullets reaching to the bone, it ain't nothing going wrong
we got hunnid rounds, finna take yo top off
ain't no laggin when we slide, bitch we pop off
brodie got a beam on his head, like it's lock on
i heard he switched sides, now he red like hot sauce

codeine in my cup, i ain't sleep in three nights
the drac got attachments, it lookin' real nice
i been ducking pain, pourin problems inna sprite
hop in and i gas, bitch i'm doing 90, nothing ever feel right
nothing ever feel right, smoking that gas, got me real tight
i look in the mirror, bitch it's not a clear sight
pop another pill just to get some insight
k got a scope, and you in sight
glock with a switch and a flashlight
bitch beggin' for the invite
you thought i was wrong, bitch i been right

feel right (nephminaj + luvendz)

medulla (trekyo + sxnnai) - lyrics 💕:

huh, aim at yo medulla, bitch i'm counting mulah
get you clipped, i feel like juya
bitch, like, what's it to ya, not my brother, not my kuya
crashed the whip, thats a new coupa
call up rumi, she gon shoot ya, she'll do ya

these bitches know i'm flexing, bitch
riding around, i'm reckless, i'm in the fastest whip
he keep on talking, then he finna catch it
grab my lil glock, and i'm going batshit
we totin' semi's and them automatics
we get him gone, like it's fucking magic

off these meds, like oxycontin, move in slow motion
money, it got too big, swear that bitch'll never fold in
pockets fat like it got stung, that bitch is always swollen
got my heart on froze, i can't let no fucking soul in

you know i'm on go shit, pussy stop that trolling
know these hoes be phony, i'd rather be so lonely
put that drac on him, 762s like napalm, bitch
got a lil glock, and it sound like a glitch, can't control all the spread, so he'll prolly get hit

yea, he got left in a ditch, how you get killed by a bitch?
me and my sistas, we rich, he onna screen, ain't talking bout twitch
pour up a four with the lean and the tris, i been sipping too much, i think i'm getting sick
wanna be better than me? yea you wish, finna hop out the car, walk em down with a stick

huh, aim at yo medulla, bitch i'm counting mulah
get you clipped, i feel like juya
bitch, like, what's it to ya, not my brother, not my kuya
crashed the whip, thats a new coupa
call up rumi, she gon shoot ya, she'll do ya

these bitches know i'm flexing, bitch
riding around, i'm reckless, i'm in the fastest whip
he keep on talking, then he finna catch it
grab my lil glock, and i'm going batshit
we totin' semi's and them automatics
we get him gone, like it's fucking magic

medulla (trekyo + sxnnai)

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