Told that bitch I’m trill, she off like three pills
I feel like Meek Mill, this shit a big deal
I rock with very few, I’m great, bitch how are you
If you studied what I’m doing, you’d probably have it too
Bitch I had to run it up on these bitch boys 
Y’all broker than a joke, we some rich boys
These pussies think they Nardwuar, they don’t know shit, boy
I peel off like it’s NASCAR, yeah, this a whip, boy 
And all my brothers eating good, we could pay your rent, boy 
Yeah, shoutout my dawgs, 541 I represent, boy
Huh, what’s the word, what’s the angle, bitch you bent, boy 
Why they sleep on me like they rot in fuckin’ bed, boy 
RIP the dead, boy, huh, like damn, boy 
I got all this motion like I ran and fuckin’ ran, boy 
She seen me in person, she got butterflies, heart stopped
Graves Bin Laden, when I make a song, bomb drop
I ain’t saying sorry, I ain’t singing no damn swan song 
Your bitch crib a short stop, feel like Dansby Swanson 
They bite like a pork chop
Geekin’ at the airport thinking do they know if I’m on some?
All I know is that I’m fuckin’ blessed and I’m awesome 
Yeah, I think I’m lit
Remember I was in The Dirty, I was hopping fence to fence 
How they love me when I ain’t shit? Now I’m up, hate me, it don’t make sense
Yeah, what’s your ETA? Yeah, send me location, yeah
I don’t use my telephone, I block em’ all, yeah
Say the word, I’ll get him gone, we don’t need him no more, huh, yeah
Trill mob tied all day, might tat it on my arm, yeah, yeah
Last time I checked, yeah, there’s only one Graves, yeah, word to my mom, huh, yeah
She told me I’m spectacular, yeah, I agree
Get off my dick like a damn catheter, yeah, you don’t know me
I’m on the top of the damn pyramids, nobody high as me
Are you for real? Are you serious? Bitch, don’t lie on me 

Say your last words, you done, it’s fin
Slide up on a opp, get him chopped like chin
Every time I fuckin’ lose, I still win, yeah, yeah 
I’m gon’ beat the odds again and again, huh, yeah
We gon’ chop him like some cheese, that’s the Ocky way
I’m gon’ hit her like a puck, this the hockey way
Yeah, I feel like Ballmart CEO, it’s the bossy way
Bitch I’m home runnin’ out the park, the Big Papi way
Matter of fact, only God can judge you, yeah, Aaron
I ball like Davis, Baron, they pull up and they starin’ 
I leave ‘em all embarrassed, going up like a lil’ vert, Caris
If you ain’t talking B-I-D-N-E-S-S with the guys, nobody cares
Throw up trill mob if you fuck with me
Throw up-throw up trill mob if you fuck with me
I don’t answer no calls, yeah I know they pissy
It’s up in the air, yeah it’s sent just like 50
I’m gon’ fuck the world in half, yeah, no Diddy
Fuck half, I’m gon’ fuck the world in fourths, you’ll feel my pity 
I go Mike Breen bang, yeah, bang bang Chiddy
We get down to biddy-bidness, yeah, this that nitty gritty
Yeah, bitch I’m from the O-R, 541 my city
Yeah, bitch I got a cold heart, yeah it’s hard to open up
I got like five eyes open so don’t say I ain’t woke enough 
When they hear this shit live for the first time they might wanna turn it up, turn me up

Mob

MOTION GANG MEMBRE

My mama said don’t go for them TV girls
Yeah, but you something different to me, let’s run the world
Yeah, I got my chains on, you got them pearls
Yeah, money hit them gains like they doing curls
Yeah, and I promise you ain’t nothing like them, hoe, ‘cause you with me
You ain’t never gon’ find another man that gon’ do it like me
When you tryna come into Oregon you better check in with me
When you need to be distracted give my phone a ring

They tryna talk me down, but they can’t walk me down
All I see is a frown, must hate when I come around
So ima have to tear shit down
Let me know, lil’ bitch, if you down for me, yeah, make that sound
Know you wanna set some lil’ boundaries when you out of town
Shit, I get it now
Hoe, you keep it player, bitch, wear that crown 
Just let me know if you down, I’ve been driftin’ down
Tryna find some peace of mind, I need surround sound
Said I need it, bitch I’m too conceited
I done ran it up to the top, they couldn’t believe it
The ones that weren’t with me, yeah, they wish that they could see it
They say that I’m offensive but they just ain’t playing no defense
I done changed a lot but I know no different 
I got demons to deal with by myself so why you trippin’?
I keep my circle so small, like, you can’t even kick it
I like the way you try to take my soul, you so wicked
I like the way you do this, I like the way you do that
And maybe we ain’t perfect, but we already been through that
I pop out at these shows with my woes, they like “who that?”
You just got your paycheck, but in a day, yeah, I done blew that
Turn me up, lil’ bitch, I got the whole crowd with me
Shoutout my brozays, yeah, bitch it’s Cloud City
I don’t know who with me, but I pray that you ain’t against me
Poppin’ out, I’m like, “God damn”, yeah don’t tempt me
I’ll slide you my grr-grr-ah if they wanna test me
How am I full of life but I’m feeling so empty?
Out of luck for a long time, long time
I just wanna go up but there’s nothing in sight, hey
Hey, I love you, don’t die
I done gone through the whole pain of losing someone so many times
I’m starting to feel like every damn day I wake up and I lose my mind
I’m starting to feel like I ain’t okay but I swear ima be alright 
I’m starting to feel like there’s more to life, but I don’t even know where-where to find it
I just gotta get through my vices, yeah, like fuck my vices
It’s addiction and affliction, bitch, it cut deep like a knife is
I take one and then I’m vibing, bitch, I’m going straight to the sky
And bitch I ain’t going outside if I ain’t with my fuckin’ guys 
Get cut like fries if you talk on my guys
Bitch, I chose this for life, yeah, trill mob tied
Yeah, it cost to be a boss, bitch, I gotta pay the price, it ain’t nice

T-rill
AM life

TV GIRLZ

Yeah-yeah, woah, woah
Haha, wait
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye,
Let’s go hoe, uh
Let’s go hoe, aye, uh
Let’s go hoe, aye, ooh
Let’s go hoe, aye
Let’s go, aye, let’s go, let’s go
Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mob

It’s in my hands now, I got plans now
I don’t get jiggy but my money know how to dance now
This shit like Coachella, way I got these bands out
She know all my songs, she my biggest fan, wow
Shit get complicated, shit get brazy, I’m tryna make it work
I’d rather go behind your back and lie ‘cause the truth hurts 
This a whole different type of grind, this that new work
They tell me I gotta chill, I’m giving ‘em hell, ‘cause I’m too turnt 
Go bitch, (grrr) go, go, go
Bitch you done, Mr. Pack Shipper, Oregon to London
I be speaking my mind, they be telling me I’m on some
Mr. Munyun, I’m in love with them honey buns 
Bitch I’m 19 but she treat me like I’m 21
Ball until I fall, touchdown, I don’t ever punt
I’ve been tryna hide away, I’m feeling like I’m on the run
They’ve been tryna find a way to get at me, bitch I’m not the one
Leave ‘em all diminished
Lauri Markkanen, you finished
Yeah, she love the way that I’m in it
Yeah, I geek a lot, I’m spinning
She a freak a lot, I’m wit it
I’m in a parking lot doing jack shit in a coupe with the windows tinted so you know I’m winning
Most of y’all wouldn’t even get it
Most of y’all wouldn’t even hit my line, now you wanna know if I’m fine, okay
I did this shit by myself alone, had to find a way
Bitch I’m boolin’, coolin’, coming in hot like a tidal wave
Come on, let’s get it, let’s go, get that bag, ain’t no time to waste
(Woah) It’s something up in my drink that make me think
Every day is a moment, you might miss it if you blink
I got expensive habits, so I like the spendy things 
We gon’ catch you at the corner, roll it out, let it bling, tell ‘em
(Yeah) You can’t get the drop on me, call me by my stage name 
(Yeah) Side hoe tryna tell me she my main thing
(Yeah) Yeah, I’m making plays, mane
Deep down I’m still tryna change
Do we got a problemo?
Get the fuck from where you came

21 (feat. pirelli)

Yeah, uh, Cloud City
T Mob, yeah

First of all, let me introduce myself
Since y'all think you know me and what's behind the shelf
I'm the heaven sent one from the depths of hell
They like "You popping your shit now, I could tell"
Some days I'm thinking my day ones might forget about me
You might have to open up your mind to see how this shit sounding
Like buddy tweakin' off them bercs, yeah, he moving lousy
And bitch I'm Graves from the graveyard, I'm moving bodies
You dream about this lifestyle but do you really want it?
They wanna take everything from me 'cause I really got it
You just gotta stop talking if it ain't 'bout a profit
Bitch I'm 'bout my cheese, oh jeez, like this shit Wisconsin
Bitch I'm with my brothers from Wisconsin, yeah, Milwaukee
I don't do no talking, yeah, just tell me if you want me
Ima leave him flat in the bushes like a damn zombie
Told her that I rock designer, your man rock Ambercrombie
I'm on live with it, hoe you don't need to rush, just take your time with it
You would be just fine if you just kept your nose out my business
We vibe in it, Cloud City, you know we outside with it
We them boys, crazy how we caught them by surprise, innit?
Top floor on these whores, bitch I feel like Glo, bitch
I'm the one like I'm from Chiraq, I'm D-Rose'in
I ain't never talking to no snitch or a rat, you ain't chosen
I can't pop out to no parties if they don't let the bros in

You wanna pop out with a shawty, yeah, yeah, I know a bitch
I've been a late bloomer, you ain't even seen my glow up, bitch
Yeah, throw up, bitch, throw up T Mob
Thot, got her rocking back and forth just like a seesaw
Yeah, bitch I'm laughing to the bank like hee-hee-ha
Oh, you be thinking that he him, well he-he not
I just need to be all by myself to find some peace, ah
You looking for the owner of this shit, I got the keys, ha
I triple dog dare you to pull up on me, ha
I'm a cowboy with this six shooter, yeehaw
We them cloud boys, we them cloud runners in the stars
Bitch I'm finna do my money dance like I'm hitting the quan
Feel like 2, 2, 3, 6, bitch I've been LeBron
The trillfather gave me three words, yeah, get him gone
Yeah, get him gone, get him out of here
I'm the man, bitch I'm in the land like a Cavalier

CLOUD RUNNAS (feat. Nephos)

(Aye man, you know I can't party without my juice man, haha)

(Haha, oh my days)

I feel the noise coming from over there
Beat killer, they put me in the chair
Looking at the sky, like, is this shit real?
Been living the high life, this shit surreal
Yeah, he wanna be T Mob, let's make a deal
Waste your whole life, they chase what they can't feel (They can't feel)
I'm the bagman, won't stop til' I touch a milli, yeah
I'm the bad man, I'll get you gone severely (Grrah)
You say that you want this life, I told 'em forreally? No you don't
You can't catch a play when you touch down in my city, no you won't (Go)
Gotta go across the whole damn world if you really wanna feel me, that's tough
Get your bread up, keep your head up, like 2Pac
What the fuck happened to him? We don't know, like who shot 2Pac, what the fuck
In the sky, bitch I’m fly, ima geek, like why, I’m too gone, what the fuck
They say Graves you gotta drop, yeah, it’s been too long, well I’m here (Woo)
I got the drop on that boy like a beat drop
Do my lil’ dance, I’m hittin’ that bebop
They way under me, I can’t even see y’all
Who that at the door, yeah, I tell ‘em it’s T Mob
You gotta lock in, you gotta T up
It take more than sacrifices to be up
3am, she asking Graves “why you be up?”
I’m chasing a bag, I ain’t got time to sleep, bruh
I’m fancy, I’m sipping water out a teacup 
She want me, I cut her off ‘cause I don’t need ya
These pussies be lames, I don’t like when they be ‘round
Who you know coming harder out of P-town?
Why you be talking ‘bout shit you ain’t been on?
I feel like Beyoncé 
Let’s have a seance (Trill)
Praying to God that I’m gon’ be okay (Trill)
Praying to God to keep lames out the way 
Praying to God to just take me to space (T-rill)
Ain’t nobody ridin’ for you, everybody fake (Mob)
Lames at the function, I bake and shake (Yeah)
T Mob tied, the mafia way
I’m not from this world, I’m out of this place
I treat the whip like a race car (Go)
Full clip fuckin’ up face cards
You a J-R to me like Neymar
She don’t like me ‘cause I break hearts
Big body, big double park
I don’t make music, I make art
Bitch, I don’t play ‘bout my payout, yeah, aye (Yeah)
Take you out with a stakeout, yeah, mob (Yeah)

(You thought we was really finished?)
(You thought this was it?)
(Well you’re in for a real surprise)
(Fuck going on)

MAFIA STYLE

Yeah
I used to dream about this shit, yeah, all the time
I had to make a way, make a change for this life
Yeah, pull up, uh, it’s your time, you get sacrificed 

Pull up on the T Mob, let’s go
Bitch I’m rockin’ all these shows
Don’t tell me what they already know
My whole life a free throw
Bitch I got them cheat codes
I could tell that he broke
They out of my league, woah
This power, I need more
Fuck around, delete hoes
That pussy life he chose
I could never be bro
He ain’t never seen dough
Chase him out the back door
He ain’t gon’ come back for more
Young and rich asshole
I’ve been in my bag though

Run it up, watch that cash flash
Bloody boy in the cut, flesh
I don’t gotta tell ‘em I’m coming up next
Head top, head top, coming for necks
Come for a check, might as well get checked
Give it to me straight or might as well get bent 
I need the best, I don’t settle for lesser
They talking too crazy like they’ve been on benders 
It’s AM life, get green like tank
They spreading them lies, they geekin’ on crank
I ain’t got no eyes, I don’t see what they say
And they not my guys, so they not my g-ang 
Yeah, I give a fuck about shit, I’m just chilling
Yeah, I got expensive taste, like b-ling
I gotta get the fuck out of this headspace 
They don’t know what it’s like dealing with dead weight
I ain’t did this shit, but God did
I just took me a risk, I’m all in
I just took him to hell, he wronged me
Do me wrong, cut you off, I’m my mom’s kid
Geek a lot, I’m a real deal zombie
Speak a lot but say nothing, beyond me
T Mob CEO, I’m bossy
You don’t even wanna know what it cost me
Oh my god, oh my G-O-D-ski
I’m a GM, no you can’t fleece me
Style and ease, lil’ bitch I’m steezy 
Put in work, make this shit look easy
Real dope boy, I feel like Jeezy
Dark fantasy, feel like Yeezy
Damn that’s tough, this shit get greasy
I got the ball, they double team me
I hit this shit like a layup, I don’t wanna conversate, just pay up
Gotta g-rind to make your way up, what’s an L-y, nah, we don’t even take none
What the helly? You gotta say some
Pocket diabetes like Dave Blunts
They can’t face me like a laced blunt, keep that shit a buck like a pay stub
The mob told you that you in, but you got cold feet, yeah, I get it
Talk about bags and racks and swag, all of that, yeah, I get it
Bitch I’m cold, subzero, I’m a hometown hero, yeah I’m wit it
I put the ball up in play, ima go up, catch it like I’m Jason Witten
I get down to the nitty gritty, ima keep this shit real witty
Dumb it down so y’all can feel me, crazy world out there, innit?
Bitch I’m real stuntin’, it’s a real homecoming when I pull up to my city
I could give a fuck about who with me, ima still keep this shit 150
And everybody talking down, but they still wanna live this life that I’m just living 
And I’m for everybody, but I’m not for everybody, you just gotta feel me
I told ‘em we gotta make a documentary on me, bro, start filming 
Fuck the world, fuck society, they gon’ know one day who the illest

Mob

IT COST 2 BE A BOSS

Shit get strange, love, shit changed up
I'm in danger, sometimes I wish I never came up
Waiting for you to slide, but you never came, uh
Everybody tryna tell me what we made of
I really wish that I could tell you life is great, yeah
Shit always leads to that one thing when we gon' make up
Oh my god, somebody save us
Damn, I kinda told you life was strange, love

I'll be back in a minute, I'm just tryna figure it out
Bitch I geek some just to feel at home, lil' bitch I spin around
How is it every time I'm with you, my life turning upside down?
Bitch I know some real deal mobsters, bitch they serve you by the pound
Like, when you come around, ooh
I can't even tell you if I feel at home
How I'm posted with my brothers but I'm feeling so alone?
Bitch I feel like Future Hendrix, bitch I'm going solo
Bitch I'm on my solo dolo, hoe don't take no photo
I've been with my brothers, give a fuck 'bout what you know, though
I've been on my own wave, got this swag they can't borrow
I pour out all my passion and my pain inside this bottle
Sometimes I be thinking I ain't gon' be here for tomorrow
I'd spend my last nights probably seeping in my sorrow
Like, ah
Love me when I'm here, baby, miss me when I'm gone
Let go of what you fear, in your mind you're never wrong
Everything you hear from this lil' shit, just pass along
It don't matter what I do, don't matter if I make these songs
It don't matter who you are, if you bum or you savant
Just know that one day you finna take it up with God
Just know that one day you finna learn from every loss
If you find a win in every situation, you never lost
The money that you spend won't be there when you die, so fuck the cost
And you just gotta boss up and do you in every situation
You gotta pop out with your crew and bool, yeah, this shit for the taking
And God ain't gon' give you everything that you want in this life, just face it
Yeah, this life shit what you make it, fuck around and take it in
Poison, that's my medicine, fuck around and spin again
Devil and the angel on my shoulder but I'm trapped in sin
Trapped up in this lifestyle that I made, got no one to blame but myself
I don't know how much I can take, I'm going insane, I need some help

So pristine, I'm with the team, we get shit ringing like a bell
I'm like WWE in this bitch, I need my belt
I cannot just get to know you, I don't even know myself
Put that smile up on my face, thug through the pain so they can't tell
My chains hang, Kurt Cobain, skip the line and clientele
I wouldn't call myself a real person 'cause I just cannot feel
I'm young and reckless, independent, I ain't never signing no deal
All my emotions like Wock, ima treat it like it's sealed
Elastigirl, I stretch your top, real gore shit, for real
Young Charlamagne, I make shit pop, all my cult members gon' kneel
Taking names, I know you not, this that swag that you can't steal
Can't kick with lames or none of these bops, if they the pond, then I ain't gon' reel

Shit get strange 'cause they ain't mob, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shit get strange 'cause they ain't mob
Shit get strange 'cause they ain't mob

STRANGELOVE

Yeah 
(Woo)
Yeah, I'm like
(I stay with the five, it's 5503, it's Trill 2025, it's a Swim Team summer, bitch, fuck going on)

I'm like, what the fuck we doing?
I get money, I speak rackanese, bitch you know I'm fluent
Save that bullshit, bitch I don't agree, hoe we not congruent
Bitch I'm ridin', slidin' for the T 'cause we been through it
Bitch I feel just like young Metro, huh, the business been boomin'
Hop in the ride, slide, let's go, huh, in this bitch I'm cruisin'
Bitch I feel just like young evvan, huh, I'm blossoming, I'm blooming
Bitch I keep it highkey, I'm with the Nike boys, 'cause bitch I do it
I get slow, I'm with my bros, bitch you know they stay zooted
I'm with the goodfellas, huh, my life been staying like a movie
Bitch ima stay with the mob, put a few stains on him, then he ain't moving
I'm just telling you how it is, paint a picture, bitch I do this
I make 'em all go stupid
(Oh my God) Got all hands on deck, bitch, pick your poison
My broskis, they gon' pop shit, from Wisconsin, not Sheboygan
We might grab them chopsticks, he talk hot shit, bitch we boil him
Big dawg shit, you ain't even not him, you don't know who the fuck let them boys in
Right my wrongs by writing these songs, I'm learning from my choices
Pressure, I ain't even heard of her, I'm calm, I'm staying poised, bitch
I'm posted up in my crib, I'm hearing voices, I'm paranoid, bitch
Life high rising, you gotta just analyze it, I'm Sigmund Freud, bitch
541 my city I rep, lil' Ty, he come from Tampa
She say "Graves, I da ho for you", like this bitch came from Nampa
They just spawning in my world, I swear these hoes some campers
Every time I hop on these fuckin' tracks, they be like "Damn, son"
I stay with the five, keep them with me like a handgun
Give me the key to the city already, I swear to God this my land, son
I don't give a fuck about clout no more, I barely got an Instagram, son
I keep it buck, I don't give no fucks, can't dap me up, shake my hand, son

Damn, these hoes be crazy on the phone, but they can't get up off it
I just flipped a hundred to a thousand, I love making profit
Pants be falling down 'cause I got hundreds filling up my pockets
Always walking around, I got the choppa, I can't leave the rocket
Bitch, I can't leave that pole, though, send shots like Tony Romo
New ARP stay close to me, I keep him in my polo
My eyes be open when I see, no you can't catch me solo
I'm on a different level than these bitches and they don't know
I heard you tryna set me up so that's why I'm a no show
She said that she told me her name, I told her I don't know, though
I got some people posted up in places that you don't go
I'm riding around in 5% 'cause I gotta keep the .44
Don't care if you really mad, bitch just call the po-po
I got my plug up on the phone, told him let me know, though
They wanna ride the wave, step to me, lil' bitch, you brave
ARP gon' take your face, I'm with Graves, gon' dig your grave, yeah
Why you keep on talkin' all that, boy you on some dead shit
Boy I know you broke, go get some money, get some bread, bitch
I ain't never kissed a hoe after she gave me head, bitch
Fakin', he ain't never caught a body, bitch I said it
Posted up with nobodies, boy you lurk on Reddit

WTFWEDOIN (feat. Ty)

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