stuck in the moment

BASIC ft. SLEVPY808 (prod. rexpy x dentist)

gas!
w/ @VXJOKING
prod. rexpy x whxtesvpra
mastered by @xaisfuneral

GAS! ft. VXJOKING (prod. rexpy x whxtesvpra)

[ZQNNEX]
Swervin’ in the whip, switchin’ lanes, we on go
And yo clique is all bitches, you move like a hoe
Nigga money on me, I’ma have to keep the 40
On my back, lil’ nigga, up the choppa, let it blow
Nigga 40 causin’ pain
Up the choppa, let it bang
Put respect on my name
Bitch I ride with the gang
Like, chopstick, finna off a pussy if I want to
Nigga talkin’ tough, call me Maji, with the 1, 2
Kung fu
Not like the panda
Nigga talkin’ tough, like lil’ bitch watch yo manners
Kick a nigga out the door, if there’s beef then we’ll handle
Choppa on my back, light him up, fuck a candle
Ain’t time for the dissin’, lil’ nigga, ‘cuz we ain’t missin’
I hit it just like a mission
Then dippin’ ‘cuz shorty trippin’
.9 on my hip, we gon’ send him to the sky
Up it, we ain’t duckin’, hit a nigga with that .9

[666SWISH]
Had to slide right through his crib because he talking all that talk
He saying that he bout it, but he cower in his socks
I be pouring up a deuce up with the lean, drop the top
In the whip she give top cause she liking my rocks
Had to slide right through in a 6 4 impala
Hit the bitch first, then I fuck on her mama
Extendo clip, if you want all that drama
If you talk on my name you get hit with the karma
It’s 3 6, pouring up two deuces
With the sprite got me talking with loose lips
With a choppa it blow at yo eyelids
On a flight out to private islands

[ZQNNEX]
Know some niggas who be baggin’ up grams in the trap
Know some niggas who gon’ off a pussy nigga if he lack
Young nigga, chasin’ cash
Bitch I’m stuntin’ with the mac
Hittin’ licks like a goth boy, I’m dressed in all black
Moonwalk on a nigga, like we singin’ Billie Jean
Bitch I’ll tag you with a laser, hit a nigga with a beam
Nigga I move with my clique, he grab a strap and hit the scene
All this ice make me freeze
I been chasin’ this green

.40! ft. 666SWISH (prod. KILLHEEN)

[ZQNNEX]
Shawty lookin’ fine
I wanna make you mine
Like my brother Eryxse, I’m committed like a crime
So let’s link if you got time
She always hit my line
Said how you doin’? She said “fine”
But I know lil’ shawty lyin’
He a lame, send him home
20 bullets to the dome
Hit a nigga with the chrome
Said she need some time alone
But I need you in my life
Yo nigga wanna try
Fuck around, you’ll get the nine
Lil’ shawty, can you give a sign
Aye

[Eryxse]
Pretty eyes, big thighs 
That’s the type of shit I like 
He wan’ talk on the net 
So I hit ‘em like it’s Skype 
My bitch bad, super thick
Mad fit
Shoot clips
No movie
Shawty slurping like smoothie
Get to zooming, Umi Zoomi
If you want it, you can get it
Turn around and lemme hit it
She obsessed but won’t admit
Me and ZQNNEX go and twin it
I got glocks
Thots
Bitches giving top
Run my block
It’s hot
Opps send shots, lik
Where you tryna go
Lemme know and I’ll go slow
We can cuddle, we can fuck
Baby really trying luck 
She wan’ suck
Break it down
Smoke pounds
Gold rounds
.40 bangin’
Now you got a man down, like
Said the choppa hold ‘bout 50 
Catch me ridin’ through yo city 
Asian bitty, showing titty
Grab the henny, get it litty
Fuck this sad shit, show no pity 
Turn her round and beat the kitty
Go to war, like fuck a treaty 
Bought a bag but that bitch greedy 
Damn

[ZQNNEX, Eryxse]
Said he want the smoke, he want the beef, give him Ruth Chris
Take a bitch to Fendi, blow the cash, I leave her clueless
I’ma slay the pussy, bitch I’m ruthless
Keep a .40 by my side, it gon’ leave a nigga toothless

[ZQNNEX]
Nigga get into it
Get my bag and leave her clueless
Hit lil’ nigga with the toolie
Just for thinkin’ he that dude
He leave the scene, a broken tooth
Forget the bitch, she broke my heart
Tore my fuckin’ love apart
Lil’ shorty know she did me wrong, like
Give a bitch my heart, and all she givin’ me is thoughts
They cloud my head when shit gets dark
I threw my chance away like darts
I can’t imagine what I’d ever fuckin’ do if you left me
Turn my fuckin’ head into a stain, shit get messy
Nigga run up
Gun up
Leave lil’ pussy dead
It’s either gain your fuckin’ love, or turn to all the smoke instead
You got your name up in my heart, written to it like some lead
If you just want me for the green, I’ma leave my carpet red

Shawty lookin’ fine
I wanna make you mine
Like my brother Eryxse, I’m committed like a crime
So let’s link if you got time
She always hit my line
Said how you doin’? She said “fine”
But I know lil’ shawty lyin’
He a lame, send him home
20 bullets to the dome
Hit a nigga with the chrome
Said she need some time alone
But I need you in my life
Yo nigga said he wanna try
Fuck around, you’ll get the nine
Lil’ shawty, can you give a sign?
Aye

MINE ft. Eryxse (prod. whxtesvpra)

[ZQNNEX]
L-L-L-L-Lemme tap in
To the old nigga from the past tense
Ice on my neck, gettin’ cash, get the racks in
Triple 4, bitch, that’s the sign on the dashes
Strap on my back, and this shit get to blasting
Shining
Flashing the diamonds
Nigga seen me winning, these lil’ niggas crying
.40 on my back, lil’ bitch this glock beaming
Ice on my neck, bitch it’s shining and gleaming
Bitch I’m from the 508, where these niggas play with big straps
Big cash
Hit him with a chrome, tell him “get back”
Pull up in a Phantom with my nigga October
Keep a band close and the .40 lil’ closer
Choppa on me, this shit sing like Selena
Posted with a ‘retta and a new all black Beamer
Frostbite ice, makin’ money, like a dealer
Gun click, bitch I’m gripping the nina

[OCTOBERSD3AD]
I'm fuckin' on this bitch
She wonder where she is
She riding dick just like a bunny, know she got some tricks
We spin the block and let the opps feel my banana clip
I'm Donkey Kong in the game, you just a Diddy, bitch
Like, what he want? (huh, yuh)
What he want? (oh, yuh)
He want smoke, pull up on me, bullets dump (oh, yuh)
Caught him at the spot, he thought I was dumb (huh, yuh)
Chase him down, like run forest, run (huh, yuh)
Spin back (uh)
Draco lay him flat (uh)
Bi-Bi-Bitch I'm in this G Wagon, we gon' slide where you at (uh)
He gon' shoot out first, but I promise we'll be the last
And we pop out with the presents, we leave his ass in the past
Yuh (huh)
Big steppa
Hit him with this Vector
She eat my dick like a bitch sipping nectar
Straight off the lot, hit that gas, then I wrecked him
Hoe I'm psycho, murder on my mind, just like Dexter

[ZQNNEX]
He up the pole, you better say your last prayer
Big chop, big glock, gun click, see you later
Your bitch be on me, give a fuck ‘bout a hater
Big beam, you get hit with the laser
These fuck niggas think I’m worried ‘bout they clique
Shorty say she loved me, but she only see the chips
Nigga, 508 love me
New 50 round dummy
They know East Side boy, but before, that bitch dubbed me

PAST TENSE! (444 2) ft. lunascrisis (prod. gosha)

[lyrics] 
Don’t speak
Keep quiet
Know a nigga promoting the violence
Stuck in my head, keep my thoughts on private
Stuck on the shorty that’s dressed in all violet
Shorty she stay in my head, she so bad
I’m in love with her body and laugh
She stay talkin’ shit when I’m turnin’ my back
But I’m way too attached to stay up in my bag

God damn
Bitch I need me the check in advance
And that bitch is the reason I am who I am
Obsessed with your fashion, I fuck with the dance
I’m gettin’ the bread just to feed the obsession
I keep my thoughts held back, suppression
Love me, love me not, now that is the question
Shorty did me wrong, I ain’t learn my lesson

Don’t speak
Keep quiet
Know a nigga promoting the violence
Stuck in my head, keep my thoughts on private
Stuck on the shorty that’s dressed in all violet
Shorty she stay in my head, she so bad
I’m in love with her body and laugh
She stay talkin’ shit when I’m turnin’ my back
But I’m way too attached to stay up in my bag

Now I’m fucked up
She think that she all that, she stuck up
I can’t help but to think that I fucked up
Shorty stealin’ my heart, she a runner
And I hate to admit that I want her
But the lies got me feeling so wrong
Know that she laugh when she leading me on
Then ask “why my name in a song?”

Don’t speak
Keep quiet
Know a nigga promoting the violence
Stuck in my head, keep my thoughts on private
Stuck on the shorty that’s dressed in all violet
Shorty she stay in my head, she so bad
I’m in love with her body and laugh
She stay talkin’ shit when I’m turnin’ my back
But I’m way too attached to stay up in my bag

Shut the fuck up, I’m in the zone
Way too lost to hit her on her phone
I’m way too scared to be stuck all alone
So I’m chasing her heart ‘till you find out I’m gone
Want the smoke? Bitch I’m with it
I hit your line and you left that shit ringing
Wanna do right but I’m stuck up sinning
Just focus on me ‘till I get to a million

Don’t speak
Keep quiet
Know a nigga promoting the violence
Stuck in my head, keep my thoughts on private
Stuck on the shorty that’s dressed in all violet
Shorty she stay in my head, she so bad
I’m in love with her body and laugh
She stay talkin’ shit when I’m turnin’ my back
But I’m way too attached to stay up in my bag

Don’t speak
Keep quiet
Know a nigga promoting the violence
Stuck in my head, keep my thoughts on private
Stuck on the shorty that’s dressed in all violet
Shorty she stay in my head, she so bad
I’m in love with her body and laugh
She stay talkin’ shit when I’m turnin’ my back
But I’m way too attached to stay up in my bag

dontspeak* (prod. scrot)

[lyrics]
One shot, knock a nigga out his poncho
Two shots, off the migos, but she want more
3 glocks for a nigga if he want smoke
Shorty do her dance, she gettin' nasty at the spot, though
He want the smoke, we turn his whip into a hotbox
Niggas know we never put the knock into a lockbox
How you talkin’ shit, but also let yo bitch get knocked up
Brodie off the 10, and now a nigga finna drop sum

Nigga took a shot to his arm like he got Covid
Fuck around, just hit me up and tell me what’s the motive
Shorty throwin’ ass, she goin’ loco with the motion
Stopped trustin’ niggas since I was an adolescent
Hit him with a mac-11
Drop the act, and fuckin’ step in
Man, your bank lookin’ depressing
Guess it’s time to get the message
Hit the nigga with the stick, and then we send him to his deathbed
Bitch let’s get into it, thought you really was the best in

One shot, knock a nigga out his poncho
Two shots, off the migos, but she want more
3 glocks for a nigga if he want smoke
Shorty do her dance, she gettin' nasty at the spot, though
He want the smoke, we turn his whip into a hotbox
Niggas know we never put the knock into a lockbox
How you talkin’ shit, but also let yo bitch get knocked up
Brodie off the 10, and now a nigga finna drop sum

Take the .40 and we send him to oblivion
Niggas always workin’, bitch I’m gettin’ to the millions
Shorty is a thottie, she gon’ fuck because I’m killin’ it
Drop another body, get to movin’, bitch we whippin’ it
I’ll hit him with the choppa
Get mixed up with the grabba
She say “we wrong for that” but that’s what happens to a talker
I hit it then I block her
Lil’ nigga there’s no option
Lil’ bitch I run it up with 40 hollows, ain’t no stoppin’

One shot, knock a nigga out his poncho
Two shots, off the migos, but she want more
3 glocks for a nigga if he want smoke
Shorty do her dance, she gettin' nasty at the spot, though
He want the smoke, we turn his whip into a hotbox
Niggas know we never put the knock into a lockbox
How you talkin’ shit, but also let yo bitch get knocked up
Brodie off the 10, and now a nigga finna drop sum

PONCHO (og) (prod. secret x nightlock)

[ZQNNEX]
With my niggas, shootin’ shit like Cole Bennett
Niggas hella lost with all the shots that I been sendin’
Shorty finna handle on my balls like some tennis
And the choppa spittin’, metal to his teeth just like a dentist
Got my niggas toe-taggin’
Like we ain’t average
MVP, shoot from 3, we ain’t passin’
Niggas off the percocets, my niggas steady wylin’
All black whip, new Benz, no mileage
With my niggas, shootin’ shit like Cole Bennett
Niggas hella lost with all the shots that I been sendin’
Shorty finna handle on my balls like some tennis
And the choppa spittin’, metal to his teeth just like a dentist
Got my niggas toe-taggin’
Like we ain’t average
MVP, shoot from 3, we ain’t passin’
Niggas off the percocets, my niggas steady wylin’
All black whip, new Benz, no mileage

[BRAX]
Like okay
Where the fuck all the talk at 
I’m too late to be saved from a toe tag
Devil in my brain, I might go on a warpath
Who the fuck change when your life is a damn trap?
Doctor fucked me up, it’s alright
Suicide, straight from the knife
Shit is just a game named life
Shit is just a game named life
Like fuck, boy
22, aim it at me 
I don’t wanna duck, put the pain to me
I’ve been my head, with the chains to me
I could never care, what’s the fame to me?
Like, fuck
I don’t wanna live no more
Feel fucked
Yuh, huh
Motherfucker wake up (yeah)
Motherfucker wake up

[ZQNNEX]
With my niggas, shootin’ shit like Cole Bennett
Niggas hella lost with all the shots that I been sendin’
Shorty finna handle on my balls like some tennis
And the choppa spittin’, metal to his teeth just like a dentist
Got my niggas toe-taggin’
Like we ain’t average
MVP, shoot from 3, we ain’t passin’
Niggas off the percocets, my niggas steady wylin’
All black whip, new Benz, no mileage
With my niggas, shootin’ shit like Cole Bennett
Niggas hella lost with all the shots that I been sendin’
Shorty finna handle on my balls like some tennis
And the choppa spittin’, metal to his teeth just like a dentist
Got my niggas toe-taggin’
Like we ain’t average
MVP, shoot from 3, we ain’t passin’
Niggas off the percocets, my niggas steady wylin’
All black whip, new Benz, no mileage

COLE BENNETT (ft. Brax) [LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION]

prod. me & bw

[ZQNNEX]
Shorty want the hunnids, ‘cuz you know we speakin’ Guapanese
Lil’ bitch she walkin’ out, she said that she tryna pull up with me
I’ll carry like Mariah, glocky singing like it’s Jodeci
You talkin’ hella crazy, nigga better watch your tone with me
Test me, big chop, put him in a grave
Let me drop a hunnid’ shots at where he stay
Bad ass bitch, shorty walk with hella cake
And we more than average, hit a nigga with the K

[LORD DISTORTION]
Sprint for the bands like that shit is the end zone
She sliding through, I get fucked out the friend zone
I'm feeling good, like I'm off of them benzos
Grinding on my meat, she rubbing on it like some hand soap
Told that pussy boy he better watch it with the insults
I ain't gonna stop until this watch is full of crystals
I be getting up, I'm finna profit off its fiscals
All these little biters tryna copy off off these big balls
Everywhere I go, I steady turn into a target
Block a couple bitches, ion care, I'm feeling heartless
Feed 'em to the birds, yeah we gon' turn 'em to a carcass
You stepping outta line, you better learn to play your part, bitch
Drinks in the air, I'ma chug till I black out
Hoe on the line, wanna fuck 'till her back out
You is some bitches, some stones to a glass house
V.I.P circle, we throwing the trash out

[ZQNNEX]
Shorty hella bad, she sippin’ on Piña Colada
Bitch we go and flash a band, just like a nigga won the lotto'
Got a bad ass bitch with the body like Mulatto
Nigga talkin’ on my name, we spin his blocka, full throttle
Big knocka
I’ll hit the bitch once then I’ll block her
Bitch stop it
Don’t ever take my shit and call me toxic
Got a rocket
I’ll up at anybody that is talkin’
No option
I gotta make a milli’, ain’t no stoppin’

Shorty want the hunnids, ‘cuz you know we speakin’ Guapanese
Lil’ bitch she walkin’ out, she said that she tryna pull up with me
I’ll carry like Mariah, glocky singing like it’s Jodeci
You talkin’ hella crazy, nigga better watch your tone with me
Test me, big chop, put him in a grave
Let me drop a hunnid’ shots at where he stay
Bad ass bitch, shorty walk with hella cake
And we more than average, hit a nigga with the K

JODECI (w/ Lord Distortion) *LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION*

lyrics:
Shorty, what’s the word? I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout an anagram
Countin’ up my guala, bitch I’m pullin’ up with hella bands
Pull up on a nigga, and the .40 finna make him dance
Bitch she hella bad, and she tryna get up in my pants
Ice on my neck, and this shit is kinda heavy
Pop out to the function, and a nigga in Givenchy
Shorty want the money ‘cuz she know that I got plenty
Nigga wanna diss, they see me up, you can’t befriend me

Choppa make him backflip
I let the MAC spit
Nigga said he with it ‘till my niggas get him packed in
Nigga's talkin’ crazy, but I never see him acting
I just want the money, gotta get the fuckin’ racks in
Nigga finna fly, we don’t care if he apologize
Pull up with that fye, hit a nigga with like hella .9s
Shorty wanna vibe, get the grabba, she get hella high
Totin’ .45s, we gon’ send that nigga hella high

Totin’ on a rocket
I let the chop spit
Kinda crazy what I got up in my pocket
Being broke ain’t a mothafuckin’ option
Big chopstick, finna get an opp hit
Nigga’s pistol packin’, we ain’t gone until we lackin’
So we never fuckin’ lackin’
Bitch I’m tryna get the backends
Shorty lookin’ like an actress
And I think that she the baddest
So I pull up in that Jag’, and lil’ shorty showin’ backend

Bad friends, switch up on a nigga for the clout tree
Niggas wanna talk but they don’t know nothing about me
Hit him with the blick, in your chest is where the rounds be
Pull up in the whip, goin’ faster than the sound speed
Shorty wanna hit me for some bands, I can’t wife that
But she kinda bad, so you know I had to pipe that
Thought he lost a chain? Nigga go and get yo ice back
A nigga wanna test me, he couldn’t get his life back

GIVENCHY (prod. acculbed) *OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS*

lyrics:
Step in the scene, big bands, call it ransom
Pull up with the .40, lil’ bitch put your hands up
Choppa finna flash like a mo’fuckin’ camera
Fuck around and hit lil brodie with the hammer
Shorty wanna fuck because she see me in Givenchy
Smokin’ hella bodies, when we spin, we droppin’ plenty
Red haired bitch, but her name was never Wendy
Bitch she see the money, now she fuckin’ with me heavy

Yuh, I put him in the indica
The choppa spittin’ now
Spinnin’ in a Benzo, we send him to oblivion
Punk ass bitch, better watch the fuckin’ dissin now
Shorty see the bread and now she say a nigga been enough
Smoked up, I’m countin’ up my paper, been finessing
Brodie hit you with the laser, he be leavin’ people stressin’
And the bitch fanned out, got her all up in my mentions
If you talkin’ hella crazy, brodie beat him with the Wesson

Aye
Lil’ bitch I got it calculated
Smokin’ me a J straight to the face, it got me out of it
Like where the fuck yo homie, he been dead because we packin’ him
Lil’ bitch I’m bout the smoke, bro got the smoke, and brodie trappin’ it
And packin’ it
If cuzzo want an ounce, we servin’ feens in here
And if you throwin‘ 3 we throwin’ 30 just to even it
I know some niggas crip, I know some niggas who be bleedin’ shit
I hit him with the poke, I twist the knife, the cut is deepening

They like “zanny where the cowbells, I thought this was a phonk song”
You niggas is some clones, I’ma tell lil’ brodie hop off
I met a thot bitch, and she tryna take her thong off
I pop out to the strip, the choppa take a nigga’s top off
Pop off
Lil’ shorty half a xan and get to buggin’ out
The chop is a grass hopping stick, the way it jumpin’ now
Sprite is hella dirty, we ain’t sippin’ robitussin now
Pussy talkin’ tough until the choppa get to gunning down

NIGHTLOCK X ACCULBED - RANSOM (GIVENCHY II)

[lyrics]
Don’t need no love
I just need another swisher, and a couple hunnid bucks
If you run up on me, then this choppa finna buss
I got another hunnid grams, going higher than the sun
I don’t want no dummy bitch, and I could never chase a thot
Oh shit
Countin’ up these chips
Better watch yo back before you turn into a lick
Movin’ with lil’ brodie, said he watchin’ for my 6
And he stuntin’ for the ‘net, he never totin’ any sticks

New coupe, blacked out, this whip is lookin’ ebony
Shorty is a demon, but the head game is heavenly
I could never switch, takin’ out all of the enemies
I’m makin’ me the bread until I’m movin’ out to Beverly
I don’t want your fucking time
If you want me, then just say it, ain’t no point in fucking lying
Got a baddie in the back, shorty been the fuckin’ line
I could never trust a hoe, I don’t care if shorty fine
If you testin’ the gang, I’ma pull up with the .9

Don’t need no love
I just need another swisher, and a couple hunnid bucks
If you run up on me, then this choppa finna buss
I got another hunnid grams, going higher than the sun
I don’t want no dummy bitch, and I could never chase a thot
Oh shit
Countin’ up these chips
Better watch yo back before you turn into a lick
Movin’ with lil’ brodie, said he watchin’ for my 6
And he stuntin’ for the ‘net, he never totin’ any sticks

I been on my fuckin’ grind
Shorty steady on my mind
Countin’ guala, gettin’ dimes
Messing with the gang, mo’fucka finna die
I’m swervin’, hotboxin’, I wanna forget
Lil’ shorty close-minded, but love to spread legs
I’m geekin’ and tweakin’ off all of the meds
Tryna forget, get her out of my head

Don’t need no love
I just need another swisher, and a couple hunnid bucks
If you run up on me, then this choppa finna buss
I got another hunnid grams, going higher than the sun
I don’t want no dummy bitch, and I could never chase a thot
Oh shit
Countin’ up these chips
Better watch yo back before you turn into a lick
Movin’ with lil’ brodie, said he watchin’ for my 6
And he stuntin’ for the ‘net, he never totin’ any sticks

I knew shorty was a thot
She been known around the block
I can’t mention what we’ve done
Duck the feds, we on the run
Why’d you have to be this way
Movin’ on, can’t be the same
Could’ve chose me, but you changed
I ain’t beggin’ you to stay

snowfall* (prod. scrot) [LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION]

[lyrics]
Shorty lemme be your lover
She been playin’ hard to get, shorty thinkin’ I’ma dub her
And she got me over thinkin’, does she love me like I love her?
I been sippin’ on this tec' in my cup, it ain't water
I been tryna get the bankroll
Bitches wanna fuck when they see me with the bank note
Chasin’ for her love, feel like I’m playin’ for the Bengals
And I’m tryna make the chicken, feel like workin’ for Bojangles
Fucked up, but she askin’ how my day go

I’ma tell her I’m fine
Pop a bean and hit the scene, nigga, hit him with the nine
Shorty wanna be alone, you mind yours, I mind mine
She be swearin’ she ain’t fine, but lil’ shorty she a dime
Here to spend time if you under the weather
Fu-Fuck the last, swear I’m treatin’ you better
Dream of watchin’ movies or just sharin’ a sweater
Do you see all the trends around? I’m the setter

Shorty lemme be your lover
She been playin’ hard to get, shorty thinkin’ I’ma dub her
And she got me over thinkin’, does she love me like I love her?
I been sippin’ on this tec' in my cup, it ain't water
I been tryna get the bankroll
Bitches wanna fuck when they see me with the bank note
Chasin’ for her love, feel like I’m playin’ for the Bengals
And I’m tryna make the chicken, feel like workin’ for Bojangles
Fucked up, but she askin’ how my day go

If I make it out, I’ma pull ‘em out the trenches
Throwin’ out the cash, get her anything expensive
Last got me fucked up, but I learned my lesson
Only for you, shorty, I’d grip the Wesson
I been tryna tell you, so I wrote it in a song
This shit been bout you all along
I won’t never do you wrong
Like, shorty pull up on me, we can chill for the weekend
Spend some time, just you and I, know I need it

lover* (prod. bluenights x dentist x koshi) [LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION]

heartbreak
lyrics:
[Chorus: DeeKay]
Feeling too worthless
I don't deserve this
I been feeling pain, but my life no purpose
All in my head and it burns like a furnace
Girl, you leave me lost and found and so wordless
Like shit, I didn't ever wanna hurt us
Girl, you're so beautiful not just on the surface
I just wanna stop, I'm wasting your time
But our lips locked and, girl, you're so fine
I just wanna fuck in my bed and then we go
Got a couple racks on me and thotties all on the road
If you wanna get money and bags and sell shows
But I just gotta tell her I love her, I'm too cold
Heart's on blast, in the whip, we dash
I don't wanna fall back but we movе too fast
Like the love wе lost and the love we gained
Still so worthless and left in pain

[Verse: nightlock]
Stone cold lover, got a bitch that I can't help but to fall for
Shit, I don't know how much longer I can stall for
Fuck the other hoes, 'cause you the one I'd give my all for
That bitch done did me dirty, off the tower, take a fall
I take narcotics just to fight off all the demons off my bed
Now I can't stop it, get a lighter, bitch, I'm feening for the meds
A bloody body on the floor, they couldn't recognize my head
Fuck everybody, fuck these hoes, I leave the canvas painted red
I'm in my head, up in hell, now life's a blur 'cause of your madness
Fuckin' with my heart, then disappearing just like magic
Wishin' for your love, but fuck, I know it, I can't have it
Now I'm trippin' off the acid, bitch, I'm dreaming 'bout an actress
Bitch, I light one up for all my niggas and the love that done left me
Keep a .40 just in case the devil steady tryna test me
She been fuckin' with my cardiac, but soon it might arrest me
Keep on popping 'till I'm dropping, leave my body in there resting
Anxiety killin', the thrill of life, it ain't been here
I'm stuck up sensin' the villains, the ones that no one sense are there
Like what the fuck I been feelin'? It got me rippin' out my hair
Now I'm addicted to the green, I smoke a blunt, fuck up the air

[Bridge: DeeKay]
Feeling too worthless
I don't deserve this
I been feeling pain, but my life no purpose
All in my head and it burns like a furnace
Girl, you leave me lost and found and so wordless

[Chorus: DeeKay]
Feeling too worthless
I don't deserve this
I been feeling pain, but my life no purpose
All in my head and it burns like a furnace
Girl, you leave me lost and found and so wordless
Like shit, I didn't ever wanna hurt us
Girl, you're so beautiful not just on the surface
I just wanna stop, I'm wasting your time
But our lips locked and, girl, you're so fine
I just wanna fuck in my bed and then we go
Got a couple racks on me and thotties all on the road
If you wanna get money and bags and sell shows
But I just gotta tell her I love her, I'm too cold
Heart's on blast, in the whip, we dash
I don't wanna fall back but we move too fast
Like the love we lost and the love we gained
Still so worthless and left in pain

deekay x teddy70k - 2worthless ft. nightlock (slowed + reverb)

cover by veni
(lyrics)
[MAKEOUTCY]
Took a 40 down a drink, now I'm runnin' through 'em notions
Open doors like suicide, I ain't talking 'bout emotions
Drank that water fill me up, now she shinin' like an ocean
And my vision runnin' blurry, like she spikin' me with potions
Black coupe and my whip be lookin' heavenly
We spin 'round the block we leave 'em dead, ain't talkin' Hennessy
You ridin' wit that toolie, said you'd kill me, like I'm Kennedy
'Stead I'm dying slowly, I been trippin' off this ecstasy

[ZQNNEX]
Hennessy relieve me of the heartbreak, coping shit
It’s kinda crazy, they expect me to just cope with it
Love me, then you leave me, you a dog, bitch, Doberman
I’m tryna get you back but then I hear you say “I’m over him”
The only flowers I’ll receive is when I’m long dead
Pill popping, body dropping, people call it Code Red
Tell me never trip ‘bout nothing that a hoe said
But without my lover, this whole life is looking hopeless

[MAKEOUTCY]
Hit a home run, rubber burnin', seen the melody
You tryna get a burner, 'stead you talkin', needin' therapy
Rumors round the block, get spun, big weaponry
2 tone glock, lookin' scary like an enemy
Shorty said she love me, she ain't know that this the end of me
I ain't totin' power, brodie Zanny in my legacy
40 round clips, empty mag, ain't no empathy
40 new bricks with the bag, turn your face to me

[ZQNNEX]
Cy he been my brother, he gon’ ride it out if I go
She done scarred me like a knife, aiming for the throat
Zanny been so lost, he been rollin’ up some more
That’s the only thing that helping him, the only way to cope
I know you smell the alcohol
In need of pills, adderall
I know I said this shit before, I’m living like it’s Wonderwall
Is you good? Not at all
Stop all of the talkin’ up
You took me in, then kicked me out, and I ain’t talkin’ soccer ball

MAKEOUTCY X NIGHTLOCK - NOTIONS [LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION]

[ZQNNEX]
Lil’ bitch I’m swervin’ in the whip, and I might crash it
Bitch up in my dms, and she said she wanna tap in
I ain’t duckin’ smoke, puttin’ pressure on these has-beens
Can’t ever trust a hoe or a thot
Brodie known to spin the block
He gon’ take a nigga top
Ride the Benzo with a glock
She said she’ll hit me with the rock?
I been slidin’ down the block in the coupe, do the race
Shorty want the bread so she givin’ me face

[XATASHI]
Shawty in the whip and she giving me face
With an all black fit and a glock to your face
And I heard he talkin’ crazy, we gon’ lace him with the K
We gon’ pull up to his door and put 3 bullets in his brain
Like, shut up
I get too many bitches on my line
Like, what up?
She wanted fuckin’ dick, I break her spine
I’ma pull up with rugers and put a bullet in your eye
With a pistol tucked, bitch I don‘t think you really wanna try, aye
With a white bitch, off of the coke
I don‘t really give a fuck, bitch come give me dome
And I heard he talkin' crazy, we gon' pull up to his home
I got .223s ready, you better put down your tone, aye
With a white bitch, off of the coke
I don‘t really give a fuck, bitch come give me dome
And I heard he talkin' crazy, we gon' pull up to his home
I got .223s ready, you better put down your tone, aye

[ZQNNEX]
Bitch I’m smokin’ on your dead mans, you ain’t doin' shit
Bitch I’m movin’ tact, that’s why I’m walkin’ with the Smith
Movin’ in the whip, gettin’ deady off the spliff
Your lil’ shorty is the line, lose your life over your bitch
I’ma toe-tag a nigga if he testin’ my clique
And it’s so sad, we leave a nigga’s son up in a ditch
She a soul snatcher, bitch she give me brain just for the chips
Logan in my comments, lookin’ stupid talkin’ shit

Lil’ bitch I’m swervin’ in the whip, and I might crash it
Bitch up in my dms, and she said she wanna tap in
I ain’t duckin’ smoke, puttin’ pressure on these has-beens
Can’t ever trust a hoe or a thot
Brodie known to spin the block
He gon’ take a nigga top
Ride the Benzo with a glock
She said she’ll hit me with the rock?
I been slidin’ down the block in the coupe, do the race
Shorty want the bread so she givin’ me face

NIGHTLOCK X XATASHI - TAP IN! [LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION]

prod. me & secret
lyrics:
[ZQNNEX]
One shot, knock a nigga out his poncho
Two shots, off the migos, but she want more
3 glocks for a nigga if he want smoke
Shorty do her dance, she gettin' nasty at the spot, though
He want the smoke, we turn his whip into a hotbox
Niggas know we never put the knock into a lockbox
How you talkin’ shit, but also let yo bitch get knocked up
Brodie off the 10, and now a nigga finna drop sum

Nigga took a shot to his arm like he got Covid
Fuck around, just hit me up and tell me what’s the motive
Shorty throwin’ ass, she goin’ loco with the motion
Stopped trustin’ niggas since I was an adolescent
Hit him with a mac-11
Drop the act, and fuckin’ step in
Man, your bank lookin’ depressing
Guess it’s time to get the message
Hit the nigga with the stick, and then we send him to his deathbed
Bitch let’s get into it, thought you really was the best in

One shot, knock a nigga out his poncho
Two shots, off the migos, but she want more
3 glocks for a nigga if he want smoke
Shorty do her dance, she gettin' nasty at the spot, though
He want the smoke, we turn his whip into a hotbox
Niggas know we never put the knock into a lockbox
How you talkin’ shit, but also let yo bitch get knocked up
Brodie off the 10, and now a nigga finna drop sum

Take the .40 and we send him to oblivion
Niggas always workin’, bitch I’m gettin’ to the millions
Shorty is a thottie, she gon’ fuck because I’m killin’ it
Drop another body, get to movin’, bitch we whippin’ it
I’ll hit him with the choppa
Get mixed up with the grabba
She say “we wrong for that” but that’s what happens to a talker
I hit it then I block her
Lil’ nigga there’s no option
Lil’ bitch I run it up with 40 hollows, ain’t no stoppin’

One shot, knock a nigga out his poncho
Two shots, off the migos, but she want more
3 glocks for a nigga if he want smoke
Shorty do her dance, she gettin' nasty at the spot, though
He want the smoke, we turn his whip into a hotbox
Niggas know we never put the knock into a lockbox
How you talkin’ shit, but also let yo bitch get knocked up
Brodie off the 10, and now a nigga finna drop sum (aye, aye, aye)

[MAKEOUTCY]
Fuck we gonna jump, we got the money in the locker
Get the bag we get the guala 
Ain’t no bitch gon’ hit with choppas
Run the clique, we hit with lasers
We be spraying to your head
I ain’t fuckin’ wit no opps, leave ‘em dead, drowned in lead
We gon ride with all the shootas, we gon get up to the bread
40 Hollows getting noticed
Fuck the net 
All the tech
We gon shoot with the scope, got a marker on your neck
I'ma pull up like a trigger, got you up in distress
Fuck the poncho on your shoulders, I’m gon’ swipe, call it finesse
Bitch you playin’ with no guidance, gon’ get left feelin’ pressed
Get that 5, drop top, with an AK to your chest
Fuck the money, got a bag, checkmate like some chess
Brodie wildin’ with a bitch, drop that hoe, she oppressed
With a .30 on his hip, he act gang, bitch caress
We gon’ minus, when we aim up he confess
He talk a lot of smack, we gon’ walk to regress

[ZQNNEX]
One shot, knock a nigga out his poncho
Two shots, off the migos, but she want more
3 glocks for a nigga if he want smoke
Shorty do her dance, she get nasty at the spot, though
He want the smoke, we turn his whip into a hotbox
Niggas know we never put the knock into a lockbox
How you talkin’ shit, but also let yo bitch get knocked up
Brodie off the 10, and now a nigga finna drop sum

PONCHO (ft. makeoutcy)

lyrics:
[ZQNNEX]
I been- I been chasing all these hunnids, I don’t care about your lover
I’ma hit it then dismiss her, should’ve known that I would dub her
Gotta get the money, and that’s word to my mother
Only focused on myself, I ain’t focused on no others
I been chasing all the cheddar
And you know I do it better
Brodie gripping on berettas
Signing off just like a letter
Damn I wish I never met her
See the trends? Know I’m the setter
Now I’m up and that upset her
Put his bitch ass in the shredder

Oh damn
Running up the money, I been getting to the bands
I could kick it with your missus, give a fuck about your mans
New chain, new main, you was cropped out of the plan
Silver ring, choppa sing, lil’ bitch she do her dance
Know the gang is going crazy
Name up in her mouth, lil’ shorty said she hate me
Why these lil’ actors on the net steady hating?
Know lil’ brodie steady turnt, poppin’ bottles, goin’ crazy

Swear to God, all I’m tryna do is kick it
Been a lil' while, I ain’t hear you in a minute
Been talkin’ my shit but you never wanna listen
Been up on my timin’, we be drivin’ on a mission
Like, I swear to God, all I’m tryna do is kick it
Been a lil' while, I ain’t hear you in a minute
Been talkin’ my shit but you never wanna listen
Been up on my timin’, we be drivin’ on a mission
Gang

I been chasing all these hunnids, I don’t care about your lover
I’ma hit it then dismiss her, should’ve known that I would dub her
Gotta get the money, and that’s word to my mother
Only focused on myself, I ain’t focused on no others
I been chasing all the cheddar
And you know I do it better
Brodie gripping on berettas
Signing off just like a letter
Damn I wish I never met her
See the trends? Know I’m the setter
Now I’m up and that upset her
Put his bitch ass in the shredder

[ILYADRIAN]
It’s been a minute since we had last kicked it
I swear this time it’ll be different
Now I’m making digits, I know that you dig it
Okay girl, like diamonds we glisten
Wearing all my sweaters
I swear I can’t forget her
She gripping on berettas
Said we would last forever
But, this tie, got severed
We ain’t doing better
I’m making this song
As my love letter

Like, change the past
Fuck the bags
Shawty the best
I ever really had
She got a man
I lost my chance
Hope he does
What I can’t
You know she fine
She be divine
She got my time
She out my life
I’m in the night
Where is the light?
It’s gone
She outta my life

[ZQNNEX]
I been- I been chasing all these hunnids, I don’t care about your lover
I’ma hit it then dismiss her, should’ve known that I would dub her
Gotta get the money, and that’s word to my mother
Only focused on myself, I ain’t focused on no others
I been chasing all the cheddar
And you know I do it better
Brodie gripping on berettas
Signing off just like a letter
Damn I wish I never met her
See the trends? Know I’m the setter
Now I’m up and that upset her
Put his bitch ass in the shredder

SHREDDER (FT. ILYADRIAN)

[ZQNNEX]
If you lookin’ for a lover, shorty I am not the one
Bitch I’m puffin’ and I’m passin’, one hit will get you gone
I ain’t playin’ ‘bout my money, need the hunnids, not the ones
Bitch I’m ‘bout the muscle, we could really get it on, like
Lil’ baby, I can’t speak on what I did
I smoke loud pack, you smoke mids
Lil’ baby, I can’t speak on what I did
I smoke loud pack, you smoke mids

Trappin’ with the gang, come and slide, we got the addy
Bitch I got the money, I can’t trip over a baddie
We gon’ pop the glocky, we gon’ fuck up yo Caddy
Talkin’ hella crazy, but he goin’ out sadly
East side baby, we been causin’ hella chaos
Finna raise the dead, I don’t need a fuckin’ seance
Keep the fuckin’ toolie, ’cuz this shit can get dangerous
Spinnin’ with brodie, big choppa be flamin’

[DEEKAY]
We going blow for blow, but we not pound for pound
Yeah, I'm a big dog, bitch, you don’t want these rounds
And when I smoke loud pack, I always bring the heat
I got a choppa by my side, so I ain’t being discrete
And on my money, stand tall, like I'm Lonzo Ball
I got a hunnid' in the bank, so everybody gon call
Got a beam, run it up with a draco
Got the block hot, lil' bitch, so lay low

i be fucking bitches everyday, don’t date hoes
But if she fake, god damn, buy fake gold
She want a necklace
It can get reckless
She tryna play mind games like Tetris
I be getting money everyday and that’s a fact
Like my boy ZQNNEX, we be smoking loud packs
And I be on my grind to the top, no cap
So I be making hits with the boys, 'cuz I can’t go back

[ERYXSE]
See I used to play games
Nowadays I’m getting plays
Shorty went and broke my heart, I made a song about pain
Turned it to 100k, now girls be callin' out my name
I was feelin' dissipated 'till I saw that first check
Shorty see I’m up now
Shorty beggin' for a text
I ain't tryna go back, so it’s fuck you bitch next
Perc 30 to my face, got me feelin' like a wreck
I been clean for a while, so I see why you upset
I mean I

Fell for yo games and yo lies
8 times
Do this over and over, just get out my mind
I won’t do this shit over, so stay out my life
Said it’s fuck your emotions, then fuck every night
Me and bro Zan hittin’ licks 'till it’s sun down
Brodie off the Percocet, he catch it like a touch down
F.N., five seven make a fuck boy back down
Talkin' on my city, make 'em leave it, make 'em skip town

[ZQNNEX]
If you lookin’ for a lover, shorty I am not the one
Bitch I’m puffin’ and I’m passin’, one hit will get you gone
I ain’t playin’ ‘bout my money, need the hunnids, not the ones
Bitch I’m ‘bout the muscle, we could really get it on, like
Lil’ baby, I can’t speak on what I did
I smoke loud pack, you smoke mids
Lil’ baby, I can’t speak on what I did
I smoke loud pack, you smoke mids

HUNNIDS (ft. DeeKay & Eryxse) (archived)

[ZQNNEX]
If you lookin’ for a lover, shorty I am not the one
Bitch I’m puffin’ and I’m passin’, one hit will get you gone
I ain’t playin’ ‘bout my money, need the 'hunnids, not the ones
Bitch I’m ‘bout the muscle, we could really get it on, like
Lil’ baby, I can’t speak on what I did
I smoke loud pack, you smoke mids
Lil’ baby, I can’t speak on what I did
I smoke loud pack, you smoke mids

Trappin’ with the gang, come and slide, we got the addy
Bitch I got the money, I can’t trip over a baddie
We gon’ pop the glocky, we gon’ fuck up yo Caddy
Talkin’ hella crazy, but he goin’ out sadly
East side baby, we been causin’ hella chaos
Finna raise the dead, I don’t need a fuckin’ seance
Keep the fuckin’ toolie, ’cuz this shit can get dangerous
Spinnin’ with lil' brodie, big choppa be flamin’

[DEEKAY]
We going blow for blow, but we not pound for pound
Yeah, I'm a big dog, bitch, you don’t want these rounds
And when I smoke loud pack, I always bring the heat
I got a choppa by my side, so I ain’t being discrete
And on my money, stand tall, like I'm Lonzo Ball
I got a 'hunnid in the bank, so everybody gon call
Got a beam, run it up with a draco
Got the block hot, lil' bitch, so lay low

I be fuckin' bitches everyday, don’t date hoes
But if she fake, god damn, buy fake gold
She want a necklace
It can get reckless
She tryna play mind games like Tetris
I be gettin' money everyday and that’s a fact
Like my boy ZQNNEX, we be smokin' loud packs
And I be on my grind to the top, no cap
So I be makin' hits with the boys, 'cuz I can’t go back

[XAISFUNERAL]
I've been cheating on the love with the drugs when she go to sleep
Nigga I ain't paranoid, I just keep it close to me
Know the old me dead but I feel him watching over me
And I know he proud
Like, my kin the only people making 'hunnids all around
Shawty got an ass, I told her drop it all down
On my dick or the ground
I might jugg a nigga, get a clip for a pound
You don't wanna test, just look how they wound

He was acting square, but the choppa turn 'em round
Lay 'em all down
Shots all around
'Hunnids all around
Funny, now I'm coolin', all the exes come around
Funny, when you up, all these niggas comin' out
Saying they was here from day 1, but a nigga know they wasn’t
Nigga test me?
He gon' need some Robitussin
Bullets make 'em go mad 
Cough bad 
Real bad
Yeah, he goin' out sad

[ZQNNEX]
If you lookin’ for a lover, shorty I am not the one
Bitch I’m puffin’ and I’m passin’, one hit will get you gone
I ain’t playin’ ‘bout my money, need the 'hunnids, not the ones
Bitch I’m ‘bout the muscle, we could really get it on, like
Lil’ baby, I can’t speak on what I did
I smoke loud pack, you smoke mids
Lil’ baby, I can’t speak on what I did
I smoke loud pack, you smoke mids

hunnids (ft. deekay & stakztazi)

[lyrics]
Like what’s the move
Shorty what it do
Bitch I'm countin’ up the blue
And I'm drunk and in the coupe
I got hella bitches, wanna fuck me in the booth
I got chopsticks, mopsticks, tell him run the loot
Bitch I’m up, tell lil’ shorty I can’t hang
Up the choppa, let it bang
Load a glocky at his brain
All these fuck niggas weird, I hate them niggas, Triple K
Left a nigga in the dirt, I’ma treat yo ass the same
Nigga you should never play

Bag a bitch, niggas know I get into the mix
Grab the switch, run it up, hope you never miss
Addin’ shit, nigga’s runnin’ up the chips
I been
Flippin’ bricks, grippin’ blicks, bitch I’m in the shit
Family Dollar function, bitch you know I’ll check your bitch out
Treat me like I’m nothing ‘till I reach and pull the chips out
Turned it into something, fuck the dirty money, switch out
Nigga who the fuck is you? Steal your boo, then I dip out

What’s the move
Shorty what it do
Countin’ up the blue
Bitch I'm drunk and in the coupe
I got hella bitches, wanna fuck me in the booth
I got chopsticks, mopsticks, tell him run the loot
Bitch I’m up, tell lil’ shorty I can’t hang
Up the choppa, let it bang
Load a glocky at his brain
All these fuck niggas weird, I hate them niggas, Triple K
Left a nigga in the dirt, I’ma treat yo ass the same
Nigga you should never play

Bitch I'm cutthroat, bitches on my line, I can’t fuck, hoe
Duck those, 30 out the chop, you outta luck bro
Banknote, watchin’ all the racks stackin’ up, hoe
Baggin’ all the racks, and do the dash, watch the strap go
“Fye, fye”
Hit him in his right eye
Bitches wanna fuck, you know I hit it in the night time
AK with a scope, we gon’ leave the nigga wide-eyed
You can never run, nigga, you can never buy time

What’s the move
Shorty what it do
Countin’ up the blue
Bitch I'm drunk and in the coupe
I got hella bitches, wanna fuck me in the booth
I got chopsticks, mopsticks, tell him run the loot
Bitch I’m up, tell lil’ shorty I can’t hang
Up the choppa, let it bang
Load a glocky at his brain
All these fuck niggas weird, I hate them niggas, Triple K
Left a nigga in the dirt, I’ma treat yo ass the same
Nigga you should never play

whatsthemove* (prod. makeoutcy)

[NIGHTLOCK]
Like, shorty kinda bad, I’ll have to hit her up in private
I’ma have to hit it, then I’ll take her to the islands
Just me and you, in the coupe, we be wylin’
Shorty lookin’ better with the dough
Wait
Off the Casamigos, one shot, blacked out, she treeshin’
Bitches on my phone, I’ma hit it then I’m leavin’
This ain’t for forever, but I’ll give you ‘till the weekend
Shorty off a perc, do her dance, she geekin’

She in love with perc talk (huh)
She took her shirt off
Hop up in the Benz, green light, we skrrt off
Said he wanna fight, we pull up on him, leave him worse off
Shorty in the crib, and she tryna take her skirt off
Swear that she the only one that I’m missing
I can’t have no more that just the neck from all these bitches
Cant fuck with the fakes, only fuckin’ with the real shit
Shorty did me wrong, I’m like fuck all of these bitches

Got big bands, bitch I carry like cinco
Know my niggas shootin’, I ain’t talkin’ no free throw
Shorty on me for the bands, she a freak hoe
Five figure fit, I ain’t talkin’ no zip code
Put you on to brodie if you lookin’ for a zip
Know he doin’ jiggas and he packin’ hella bricks
Say the right thing, he’ll hook you up with the fifth
Say the wrong thing, he gon’ hit you with a switch

Like, shorty kinda bad, I’ll have to hit her up in private
I’ma have to hit it, then I’ll take her to the islands
Just me and you, in the coupe, we be wylin’
Shorty lookin’ better with the dough
Wait
Off the Casamigos, one shot, blacked out, she treeshin’
Bitches on my phone, I’ma hit it then I’m leavin’
This ain’t for forever, but I’ll give you ‘till the weekend
Shorty off a perc, do her dance, she geekin’ (Aye, aye, uh)

[LOAT]
I told her “baby I’m a killer”
She know I’m a sinner
I could take a pussy boy and hit him with a spinna
30 gram, 40 gram, 50 gram dealer
I was in the trap, 14 with a heater
Put it on heartlock
Everything I own (aye)
I still get percentages for selling off my soul (uh)
I ain’t got no soul, I put a bullet through his dome (uh)
I don’t need to catch him, I’ma pull up to his home, like (aye)

They be like “Loat ain’t even droppin’ like that”
I find your cousin, and I take him off the map
On the brother that betrayed me
How the fuck you love sum if it don’t bring you payment?
666 on the mo’fuckin’ drop top
Talk down, get mopped
Hello Kitty on the glock
I heard you was a villain now (gang, gang)
I pull up, shoot his ceiling out (yuh, aye)

[NIGHTLOCK]
Like, shorty kinda bad, I’ll have to hit her up in private
I’ma have to hit it, then I’ll take her to the islands
Just me and you, in the coupe, we be wylin’
Shorty lookin’ better with the dough
Wait
Off the Casamigos, one shot, blacked out, she treeshin’
Bitches on my phone, I’ma hit it then I’m leavin’
This ain’t for forever, but I’ll give you ‘till the weekend
Shorty off a perc, do her dance, she geekin’

WYLIN' (ft. LOAT!)

[lyrics]
Shorty got my heart, and she got me feelin’ wasted
I just want your love, lil’ shorty lemme taste it
Smokin’ on a J, niggas know I’m ‘boutta face it
Doin’ the dash off a perky, I’m racin’
Poppin’ an oxy
I want you to want me
Fuck these other bitches, I ain’t lovin’ on a thottie
Lovin’ on your voice and I’m in love with shorty body
Give me that chance, I’ll do better, just trust me

Big cash flow
Beamer movin’ faster
Swore that she love me, but she a good actor
The drugs be my demons, I might need a pastor
I just want one more chance, let me have it
Shorty lookin’ like the baddest
Throwin’ shots, we gettin’ backends
I just wish I fuckin’ had it
Now I’m trippin’ off the acid
Lil’ shorty in my head, and I know that she ain’t good for me
I been alone, I don’t care, that’s the truth to me

Shorty got my heart, and she got me feelin’ wasted
I just want your love, lil’ shorty lemme taste it
Smokin’ on a J, niggas know I’m ‘boutta face it
Doin’ the dash off a perky, I’m racin’
Poppin’ an oxy
I want you to want me
Fuck these other bitches, I ain’t lovin’ on a thottie
Lovin’ on your voice and I’m in love with shorty body
Give me that chance, I’ll do better, just trust me

Off the migos, I’m gon’ pull up, we can chill
She gon’ dub me, I know it, leave me dead off the pills
I can give yo’ ass the world, take you out for the thrills
Put this ice around yo neck, you can feel all the chills
I been fucked up
.45 tucked up
I been obsessed, like I fucked up, I must have
Sippin’ on this tec’,
Wishin’ for the best
Stuck in my head, wanting cardiac arrest

Shorty got my heart, and she got me feelin’ wasted
I just want your love, lil’ shorty lemme taste it
Smokin’ on a J, niggas know I’m ‘boutta face it
Doin’ the dash off a perky, I’m racin’
Poppin’ an oxy
I want you to want me
Fuck these other bitches, I ain’t lovin’ on a thottie
Lovin’ on your voice and I’m in love with shorty body
Give me that chance, I’ll do better, just trust me

wasted* [LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION]

[lyrics]
Aye, the gas I’m puffin’ daily
This shit for the night, but she treeshin’, I can’t love you baby
Step up in the club, I got it tucked, bitch I been armed and dangerous
Pop another nigga, I don’t give a fuck ‘bout what you claimin’
Put down a bitch if he said he got that dog in him
If it ain’t ‘bout money, I don’t care, bitch I ain’t botherin’
I can’t be yo honey, you too focused on the drama shit
Maybe I’m too wrapped up in these streets, bitch I been lockin’ in

Bitch I’m with them niggas who gon’ duck when the feds slide
Lyrical genius, lil’ shorty said I got the best mind
Physical hitters, I got some bullets if you test mine
Subliminal messages, I can hit you with my best lines
Damn
Bitch I’m ‘bout that money, ‘bout that cash flow
Shorty got them itty bitty titties, but got ass though
I got hella options, I ain’t worried ‘bout no past hoe
Fuck all of the cameras, that’s why I keep my mask on

Bitch I’m with the Hollows, got a .38, leave 2 dead
.9 mm to yo back, more than a bruised head
Shorty give me brain that’s hella dumb, she goin’ stupid
All these loose screws in my head, bitch I might lose it
All these lil’ niggas is my sons, guess I’m a bad dad
All these lil’ bitches is some weirdos, I can’t tap that
Get that BBL out of my face, I know you half-ass
Shorty want some brand new titties, I’m where the bag at

Shorty let me-
Damn
Shorty let me hit it backwards, she a freaky hoe
I ain’t worried ‘bout that lil’ nigga that you cheatin’ on
Smokin’ on some loud ass pack, I got the speakers on
East side baby, yeah you know, bitch that’s me
Ex bitch crazy when I tried to keep the peace
Now I’m hella violent so I gotta keep that piece
Niggas watchin’ every move I make, I can’t sleep safe

Shorty like a nigga who speak Spanish, bitch I do hoe
Me gusta cuando mueves todo ese culo
B-B-Bitch I got that uzi, I ain’t talkin’ Baby Pluto
I’m chasin’ money, I ain’t worried ‘bout no groupie hoe
Pull up to my crib, we could really make a movie, hoe
Shorty is a freak, I’m finna beat down on her doonies, hoe
Why you got that fake ass shit, that isn’t Gucci
Shorty hatin’ that I like to be alone up in that studio

.30 on me, like Kyle Richh, bitch I’ma crashout
Shorty kinda bad so I’ma fuck her ‘till she tap out
Mix the percs, gas, and Casamigos, I’ma black out
Why that nigga actin’ like he different? Bitch that’s my sound
Kamikaze, keep that .40 on me, I can’t lack
Feds’ll pull up to the scene after I shot him in his back
Lil’ Bosey is a dummy
Fuck him, his music ass
Shorty want the big pesos, so she done threw it back

no cameras [threediem]

lyrics:

[ZQNNEX]
Aye, aye
.45s and .9s, big glock go “bang”
Shorty only fuck me for the money and the fame
It’s okay, I only want the neck anyways
You would-
You would cuff a hoe that I had yesterday
Like, bitch I got the wock in the mo’fuckin’ faygo
Shorty always ask me how my mo’fuckin’ day go
Fuck the small talkin’, just run me the pesos
Baggin’ a bitch, then we off if I say so

Runnin’ all the bags, and then we hit the fuckin’ road
Bitch I’m back up on my timin’, I ain’t stoppin’ for these hoes
Talkin’ on the gang, we gon’ up four poles
Four .4s, four doors, whip fast, not slow
Nigga better run me all the bands, I need it pronto
.40 on my back, bitch I wear it like a poncho
Feelin’ like Travis how I’m with the head honcho
Runnin’ through these bitches like the mo’fuckin’ Broncos (aye)

I’m a side nigga, I could never be your bae
Give a nigga two shots to the, face
Smoke the pressure ‘cuz the pills comin’, laced
Get the cash, hit the dash, do the race
Bad bitches, always playin’, nigga fuck hoes
Shorty kinda bad, she got the body like Mulatto
I been on my own, trappin’ hard, like what do y’all know?
We gon’ put him on a Polo, white boy named Marco

[NOTIONS]
Goofy ass nigga, he talkin’ up out his neck (aye)
Stay the fuck away, I’ma offer you disrespect (aye)
Mo’fuckas talkin’, I’d rather run up a check (aye)
I don’t wanna hear it if you run with a label
I’m in the back, I been sippin’ on faygo
I’m makin’ money, give fuck 'bout a payroll
I’m boutta dip to an island and lay low
Phantom gang, wipe out the targets, I say so

You bitch
I can see you takin’ aim just to miss
You recognize your mistakes and you pissed
I’m boutta take off yo head and then dip
Then I’ma roll up yo homies in spliffs
I-I-I been doin’ damage
You really just couldn’t manage
Isn’t that so fuckin’ tragic?
You actin’ so fuckin’ manic
On God
Look in your eyes and I know you a fraud (aye, aye)
You ain’t gotta hide ‘cuz we know who you are 

[ZQNNEX]
.45s and .9s, big glock go “bang”
Shorty only fuck me for the money and the fame
It’s okay, I only want the neck anyways
Y-Y-You would cuff a hoe that I had yesterday
Like, bitch I got the wock in the mo’fuckin’ faygo
Shorty always ask me how my mo’fuckin’ day go
Fuck the small talkin’, just run me the pesos
Baggin’ a bitch, then we off if I say so

FAYGO (ft. NOTIONS)

[lyrics]

[INTRO]
Bitch the money ain't shit in the first place
Gang
What?
Like the money ain't shit from the- uh, aye
Gang
Woah

[CHORUS]
Bitch the money ain’t shit in the first place (on gang)
I would give my heart, but you done left me in the worst way (what?)
Smoke another joint, I need a fix, this shit is hurtin’ (aye, woah, aye)
Can’t trust nobody, I’m in need of marijuana (gang)
Shorty lookin’ bad, but she don’t want me like I want her (want me like I want her)
Gotta hide myself, so now I roll up with the shottas (roll up with the shottas)
Addicted to your love, the gang is telling me to block her (gang)
But I just need another shot, so shorty what’s the offer? (aye, okay like damn)

[VERSE 1]
Smokin’ dope, like fuck, just cope (just cope)
Hit the dash, 200 what I drove (what I drove)
I’m a mess, love fiend, no hope (on gang)
I might fuck around and pop a couple more (what?)
Like, ever since you left, I lost it all, I can’t retrieve it (can't retrieve it)
Cut all ties, but you went and left me bleeding (left me bleeding)
What could I do differently? You went and left me thinking (aye, wait, aye)
Done abandoned ship, and now I’m stuck alone and sinking (okay like damn)

[CHORUS]
Bitch the money ain’t shit in the first place (aye)
I would give my heart, but you done left me in the worst way (wait)
Smoke another joint, I need a fix, this shit is hurtin’ (gang gang)
Can’t trust nobody, I’m in need of marijuana (what? okay like damn)
Shorty lookin’ bad, but she don’t want me like I want her
Gotta hide myself, so now I roll up with the shottas
Addicted to your love, the gang is telling me to block her (what?)
But I just need another shot, so shorty what’s the offer? (what's the offer?)

[VERSE 2]
Chain around my neck, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout a noose (aye)
I just want your heart, lil’ shorty what it do? (what it do?)
Need to move on, but I don’t know where to move (big fours)
Like I don’t want a future if the future ain’t with you (on gang)
Still can’t tell you what to say
I just wanted you to stay (wanted you to stay)
But you need some time away
I should prolly do the same
But like fuck, I know I needed you
I just wanna be with you (aye)
Fuck it, smoke another, I’ma pop another bean or two (aye)

[CHORUS]
Bitch the money ain’t shit in the first place (first place)
I would give my heart, but you done left me in the worst way (worst way)
Smoke another joint, I need a fix, this shit is hurtin’ (gang)
Can’t trust nobody, I’m in need of marijuana (aye, aye, woah, okay like damn)
Shorty lookin’ bad, but she don’t want me like I want her (like what?)
Gotta hide myself, so now I roll up with the shottas (aye)
Addicted to your love, the gang is telling me to block her (gang)
But I just need another shot, so shorty what’s the offer? (aye, aye)

[OUTRO]
Aye
Okay, like damn
I just need another chance, so shorty what's the-
On gang
What? Damn
Okay, like damn
Time to go and- aye
I just need another chance to- aye
On gang

worst way* (marijuana)

[lyrics]
I done walked out, with a new fit, sum slight
Bitch I’m masked up, I ain’t gettin’ caught up by the lights
Got one hand on my gun, I’m a danger
Shorty wanna fuck me even though the bitch a stranger
Nigga I don’t claim her, send her on her way
Redbone bitch, eatin’ fish filet
Extendo clip, hit him in the face
Spent a couple hunnid on this brand new chain

Bad bitch go loko, off Four Loko
Step in my dojo, closet like SoHo
Shorty off the liquor, and she drop it down low
Do it for the night, but I ain’t cuffin’ on that hoe though
Shorty like the way I keep my cool in a stressful scene
Back out my chop, I’m a psycho off ecstasy
Nigga, I done solved the problem, Comethazine
Back in my town, niggas know not to mess with me

I done walked out, with a new fit, sum slight
Bitch I’m masked up, I ain’t gettin’ caught up by the lights
Got one hand on my gun, I’m a danger
Shorty wanna fuck me even though the bitch a stranger
Nigga I don’t claim her, send her on her way
Redbone bitch, eatin’ fish filet
Extendo clip, hit him in the face
Spent a couple hunnid on this brand new chain

Damn, I want a bad bitch
I done fumbled me a bad bitch
Rubi Rose really my type
I’d lay her down up in my mattress
My new bitch she bad as hell, and fuckin’ better than my last did
Lip filler shorty, she done got too much plastic
Heard my music once, you’ll prolly listen again
My new bitch she bad as hell, I know lil’ shorty a 10
I’m seein’ colors in the function off a Xan and a 10
The way I tweaked off Jack Daniels, I won’t have it again, bitch

I done walked out, with a new fit, sum slight
Bitch I’m masked up, I ain’t gettin’ caught up by the lights
Got one hand on my gun, I’m a danger
Shorty wanna fuck me even though the bitch a stranger
Nigga I don’t claim her, send her on her way
Re-Redbone bitch, eatin’ fish filet
Extendo clip, hit him in the face
Spent a couple hunnid on this brand new chain

And she said she like them movie killers, huh, my name Jason
Brand new whip, I do the dash, bitch I'm racin'
He be with the feds, with pads and pencils, we'll erase him
The way she jerk my chicken, woulda thought she was Jamaican
Bitch, I want that Mike Wazouski sex, only face, then I’m out-ski
Fuckin’ on a model, BBL was steady bouncing
Surgeon did her right, couple bands to get her ass did
Hit a couple bitches at one, time, man, I’m a bastard

2024.wav [yugio]

[Intro]
Rich nigga, shorty said she want a new bag (brrt)
Broke nigga, down bad, that’s too sad (bow)
Rich nigga, shorty said she want a new bag (gang, gang, brrt, bow)
Broke nigga, down bad, yeah (down bad, down bad, brr)

[Chorus]
Bad bittie, and she love the way the whip sound
In the coupe, couple J’s, smokin’ big pounds
Next show in LA, I took a jet out
Broke nigga, down bad, that’s too sad
Shorty said she want my love, that’s too bad
Nigga he just got hit with that new mag
Rich nigga, shorty said she want a new bag
Bitch nigga, you don’t wanna see the new strap

[Verse 1]
Fuck, I just gave a bitch the green light
Bitch, I’m a thot, I might need to cuff three wives
Over stressed, I might need a little tree
My new bitch fuck with bitches, we the bad bitch fuckers
Sneaky link is actin’ out, you know I had to dub her
Bitch I only want the neck, you is not my lover
I can’t pay attention, how can I afford to love her
W-T-W, I’m tryin’ to cuff her
Bitch, H-M-U, know I’m slidin’ in that coupe
I want my money all in blue
Slut her out, then hit the stu
Shorty I’m a Gemini, I can’t settle down with you
Had two bitches at one time, I knew that both the bitches knew
Bitch I know I’m unfaithful, just ask my old church that
I know I’m a sinner, ridin’ round in that Hellcat
You can keep the bitch, I don’t want my old hoes back
Open up the pack, it’s top shelf, you can smell that

[Chorus]
Bad bittie, and she love the way the whip sound
In the coupe, couple J’s, smokin’ big pounds
Next show in LA, I took a jet out
Broke nigga, down bad, that’s too sad
Shorty said she want my love, that’s too bad
Nigga he just got hit with that new mag
Rich nigga, shorty said she want a new bag
Bitch nigga, you don’t wanna see the new strap

[Verse 2]
Aye
Bitch I’m runnin’ up them backends
Brodie takin’ care, so I ain’t worried bout them packs then
Money for the fit, I might blow a couple racks in
Shorty let me hit, I might take her out to Sax Fifth
Okay, tap in
Bitches actin’ ratchet
Loud ass bangs
That’s a semi-automatic
Niggas told me “you don’t touch guns” okay
Bash in his head with my hands, or a mo’fuckin’ bat, then
Nigga

[Outro]
I might give him the gas, but know I’m taxin’
I don’t wanna talk to the bitch, just bring the back end
In my goddamn jacket there’s a MAC-10
If it ain’t bout that money, stop askin’
I might give him the gas, but know I’m taxin’
I don’t wanna talk to the bitch, just bring the back end
In my goddamn jacket there’s a- uh, aye

summer break [necu x k4real]

stuck in the moment (slowed) [neverstop]

stuck in the moment (sped up) [neverstop]

stuck in the moment [p. neverstop]

[nightlock]
Okay
Big checks
Freaky lil’ bitch ripped her fishnets
Hit her then I hit the fuckin’ road to other bitches
Nigga, I don’t got time to beef with yo bitch ass
Yo shit’s ass, just quit rap, don’t never fuckin’ spit cap
You a soft ass lil’ nigga, you ain’t never fuckin’ pop caps
Like Comcast, just watch the fuckin’ play, bitch I do not pass
I’m ballin’ on every rap nigga, smokin’ top gas
She callin’, she said I’m that nigga, she gon’ pop ass

Aye, bitch
Baby we could take it back to my place
Bitch
Took her to the mall, you know that I paid
Bitch
Shorty whole fit cost like 5K
Bitch
Aye
This ain’t the same as yo ex, I do better, I dress better, I fuck better
A trendsetter, a bag getter, it ain’t even no question
Give me neck, then cop her sweater
If she fuck, the bag better
If she love, that’s out of question
Bitch I left without a mention

She throw it back just like Lana, and I ain’t talkin’ no L. Del Ray
This a hunnid’ tens for every L that I had to take
I got love for them niggas that paved the way
Nigga talkin’ shit, found his ass on the pavement
I was born to get hella plays
Totin’ on hella Ks (uh)
Chop so tall, it might play in the Lakers game
Words cut deep, like a mo’fuckin’ razor blade
Bought her dinner, why in the fuck would I make her pay?

[fukkit]
Ballin’ in the field, I get paid to play (paid to play)
I treat her like a meal, call that fish filet (uh-huh)
It’s gamble, rap shit, I’ma get my fix today (how?)
Watch me show my hand, put my chips away
I know the hoe don’t wanna wait, I gave her dick today (today)
Smokin’ meds until I cough, I’m feelin’ sick today
Shot of Jameson, in her mouth, ‘fore it get pissed away (bitch)
And don’t you piss me off, I make the pistol shake (yeah)

Well calculated, every risk I had to take (calculated)
And I don’t play with change, we gotta break the bank (break it)
I’m ridin’ fish bowl, hoe wet, shake the tank (skrrt)
We get yo whole block wet, like we drenched in lake
If you choppin’? Smooth, they gon’ amputate (choppin’)
Off the X, I’m talkin’ shit like Andrew Tate
40 killers, you get hit with a brand new shank
The big boss, I promote to a brand new rank

[stilldyl]
Real ones by me, ain’t no fakes in my roster
What’s on my plate? A filet and some lobster
Put it on me, my whole team is gon' prosper
Best come correct, yeah, yo, check yo posture
jaw jackin’ bitch, where is yo funds at?
You actin’ tough but pressed like a thumbtack
Talkin’ big on the ‘net, but it’s all cap
We some big dawgs, you like a house cat

All I wanna do is ball and make ‘em hate more
Just dropped yo rent on some Prada and Dior
My team finna blow up just like a claymore
If you ain’t ‘bout yo bros, what the fuck do you live for?
Yeah
I need my pockets full of Crips
I’ma die for my bros, that’s legit
Ain’t no way that I’ma lose or I’ma quit
Ball star life, lemme tell you how it is

Big steppin’, all these haters lookin hella mad
Came from the dirt, now I’m poppin’, got ‘em feelin bad
Used to be broke, now I’m flexin’ with a Louis bag
That’s just how it is, I aint even tryna brag
I be livin large, ain’t no time for the small talk
Catch me in the whip knockin’ hard like a bass drop
I'm on my grind and you know that I can't stop
Big ups to Fukkit and brodie, that's Nightlock

[nightlock]
Forgot to mention I was dangerous, baby
Backwoods, this leafy roll I got, it got me elevated
Been around the field, 11 deep like I'm Edelman
I don't rock gold, but I deserve me the medal, nigga
See me, lil' shorty finna choose up
Creased my new Fazos, it's time to put them shoes up
Bad, bad bitch, she suck me up like a Hoover
Money over bitches, I want blues over a new love
Nigga

NIGHTLOCK X STILLDYL - BALLIN (w/ Fukkit)

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