THINKIN BOUT MONEY

OUT OF BREATH

SENT MOMMA A TEXT

DECEMBER (Outro)

THE CHRONICLES OF A WISE FOOL

GREEN LIGHT

UKRAINE // ROLLING RUSSIANS

READY OR NOT (The Fugees REMIX)

LAKERMAN

Act Normal

Fiber Optics (Chopped & Skrewd)

Off The Top (Freestyle)

Bulletproof (Ft. Bake)

The hardest to do it and I ain’t even start yet.

An Egg McMuffin // Free my cousin !!!

Touchy feely

Scratching the surface

Cold but it's Summer

wrong street

Off xans im walking on water, i feel like Jesus ✝️

I Feel Like Jesus

Holes in the wall, no cash for the house, The Smell of money we sniffing it out
Praying to earth step father make bail,Comesary items we sendin em out
This is my story be what it bout, Hell yeah I do it for dollar n clout
Cause what mothafuka gonna tell my momma he lover and then move her outta this house
No one but me and all of my millions, Pussy boy step in my way I'mma killem
People I tell I'm a man on a mission, Misread it cause I ain't a Muslim or Christian
Prophecy without religion, They all get mad when they see that I'm moving like pistons, Picking up Ps an I flipem
Jump me We jump you you sit like a bitch while we kickem
No one got loyalty, This shit destroying me
Fuck up you're friend and you watch from a distance
Guess it's a trend to be bitches, I gotta Hit List of snitches that finna get this clip
Fuck it, No such thing as loving, Shitty ass life don't think you above it
Need a Butla, Cause yah, Sitting on yah ass doing nothing, Finna get fucked up I ain't bluffing
Friends get jumped when they doin it alone, When yah bitch get fucked if u leaven her at home
Then get buck when u think u had enough, And the bitch get slumped when I pull up witta pull
Can't see shit when we cut the lights out, Clean cut kid when he got the knife out
Bleed guts bitch when u pull up to the crib at night and expect to take my clout
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No way you doing that, This shit is more than rap
This is my future going door to door with rap
This is for cable, n labels throwing shade  rappers unsigned cause they doing way more for rap
This is for envy and this is for pain, Fixing for Benji's and yummy champagne
Bitches I'm coming so give Your money, recovery Eminem I'm not afraid!

Maybe I will stumble but I will always stand tall
We could never fumble, always humble, When we stand tall
All these rappers Mumble, finna crumble, When we stand tall
Breaking out the rubble, they in trouble, Come and stand tall
X2

Cause what mothafuka gonna tell my momma he love her and then move her outta this house

Bitch I'm stone, Frooozen at birth, So when I get burned I'm already numb
Young Dirt resurrected from the earth, N He's cursed So he inflicts pain with the tongue, Revenge driven so when the pen written, Venom In the words that he spittin, demon since the beginning
and I'm Killin every motherfukas that are bitten when I'm thrilling, Finna my money bigger than a building
Been hurt bitch been stabbed in the back, Gentle kid wit sense for the rap
Been through shit when u scrapping For cash, And u might get hit if u don't pay back
Get real sketch when they creeping on you're porch, Locks don't matter when they breaking down the doors
Now u gotta hide cause they moving down the floor shhhhh
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No way you doing that, This shit is more than rap
This is my future going door to door with rap
This is for cable, n labels throwing shade  rappers unsigned cause they doing way more for rap
This is for envy and this is for pain, Fixing for Benji's and yummy champagne
Bitches I'm coming so give Your money, recovery Eminem I'm not afraid!

Maybe I will stumble but I'll always stand tall
We could never fumble always humble, When we stand tall
All these rappers Mumble finna crumble, When we stand tall
Breaking out the rubble they in trouble, Come and stand tall
X2

(Prod. StashBoks / Beat by. Corbett)

STAND TALL

Chorus
[FatBoiStern]

Who said i cant rip it up?
Who said i cant rip it up what?
*Just watch me*
Who said I cant rip it up?
Who said I cant rip it up?
*Can't stop me*
2x

Verse 1
Baby girl bring that ass right here
Like SchoolBoyQ i be the man of the year
An i be picking up my pace when i be switching my gears
Running make-uup down your face when u be drowin tears
U used tah
Used to diss me word up to biggie
doin 60 fucking a hoe inna six speed
To tipsy
took way to0 many a sipsie
Now you're dizzy
Tryna get up in my jetski
All my homies be savages
Picking up multiple packages
Drug game emaculate
Keepin shit up inside the cabinets
Giant like mavericks
Talking methodman rings of saturn
Better then all the rest i'm above all the av-er-age
I'm a mastiff puttin u up in a casket
Getting blasted rather than getting you're ass kicked
Hes a bastard rotting and plottin disaster
Jacob baxter putting u on the wall plaster
Aint got no master
Never ever in the past has there
Been sucha motherfuckin drastic combator
Getting in your skin like fiber glass when it shatters in battles i'm doubtless my winning streak is countless
You're about to be another rapper kadaver to savy for mother fucking faggots who laugh at
The only other brotha who could gather the motherfucking gadgest to rapture the motherfukin magic
shit so quick bet u herd it in the past tense
Flow so slick getcha lost lika labrynth
Weed so loud like when pull an automatic
As i'm shooting u in traffic
Rappers quite soundin static
Getting yall turning my listeners into addicts
Look away i'm pulling out somethin from un the matress
Look away ur missin the action i make it happen
Eyes begin to blacken
Dont even know what just happened
Ok now i'mma king imma god
Take it as fact cause bitch it aint no facade
I been runnin round screamin like it's our last hurah
We got money to make so baby get in the car ahuh
Make my rounds in an acura
Wit the homies thatl smack you up
So quit backin up
Now I'm motherfuckin cracking up
I Flip my product wita spatula

Chorus
[FatBoiStern]

See a lil white boy wont shit
Little to you're knowledge ive been doin this since imma kid
I was rhymin as a baby wit spit up all on my bib
Wit my momma tellin me to stop and eat my fucking shit
But i
Was persistant
And was a christian
Started thinking
Yo iount fuck witha mission
Id rather give it a chance with the makin of millions
For my children seeing my face on the buildins
And who said that i cant rip this shit up
Gotcha movin back and forth lik yah ass was a bishop
Dont you be fucking with the holy yoeman militia
Orwe poppin n then we be comin to gethca
I could tell you ass a fed since the moment i metcha
So heres a hallow point goin in through ur sweater
Got way to much money for yall to measure n
Got so many hoes but the more the better ahaa

Chorus
[FatBoiStern]

Comin in one more time once more
Fed my bars through an umbilical cord
An i been killin mcs placing they bodies in morges
Cause they sounding like they got all there verses from dollar stores
And i'm pissed off
Like count of a monte cristo
Fire missles
Hoping that all of them hitchoo
This a shit show
dont have to pick up a pistol
Bitch it's simple call me over when u get home
Bitch i'm simply unbeatable
Thinking of a way he could lose is unfeasible
I'm good on my own imaa never fucking need a hoe
Teach you how to act mother fuka go to theater school
Bass kick up swervin skrrtin in and outy in an audi
All these girls surrounding me talking about my salary
All my doe is growing it's looking more like a mountain
We dont even know what happened my soundcloud is steady snappin oh

(Beat by. Don P / Prod . StashBokz)

ME & MY DUSTY ORGAN (Ft. FatBOI Stern)

Bake x @fatboistern1

Who said i cant rip it up?
Who said i cant rip it up what?
*Just watch me*
Who said I cant rip it up?
Who said I cant rip it up?
*Can't stop me*
2x

Verse 1
Baby girl bring that ass right here
Like SchoolBoyQ i be the man of the year
An i be picking up my pace when i be switching my gears
Running make-uup down your face when u be drowin tears
U used tah
Used to diss me, word up to biggie
doin 60 fucking a hoe inna six speed, To tipsy
took way to0 many a sipsie
Now you're dizzy, Tryna get up in my jetski
All my homies be savages, Picking up multiple packages
Drug game emaculate, Keepin shit up inside the cabinets
Giant like mavericks, Talking methodman rings of saturn
Better then all the rest i'm above all the av-er-age
I'm a mastiff, putting u up in a casket
Getting blasted, rather than getting you're ass kicked
Hes a bastard, rotting and plottin disaster
Jacob baxter, putting u on the wall plaster
Aint got no master, Never ever in the past has there
Been such a motherfuckin drastic combator
Getting in your skin, like fiber glass when it shatters
in battles i'm doubtless my winning streak is countless
You're about to be another rapper kadaver
to savy for mother fucking faggots who laugh at
The only other brotha who could gather
the motherfuckin gadgets to rapture the motherfukin magic
shit so quick, bet u herd it in the past tense
Flow so slick, getcha lost lika labrynth
Weed so loud like when pull an automatic, As i'm shooting u in traffic
Rappers quite soundin static
Getting yall, turning my listeners into addicts
Look away i'm pulling out somethin from un the matress
Look away, ur missin the action, i make it happen
Eyes begin to blacken, Dont even know what just happened
Ok now i'mma king imma god
Take it as fact cause bitch, it aint no facade
I been runnin round screamin like it's our last hurah
We got money to make so baby get in the car ahuh
Make my rounds in an acura, Wit the homies thatl smack you up
So quit backin up, Now I'm motherfuckin cracking up
I Flip my product wita spatula

Chorus
[FatBoiStern]

See a lil white boy wont do shit
Little to you're knowledge ive been doin this since imma kid
I was rhymin as a baby wit spit up all on my bib
Wit my momma tellin me to stop and eat my fucking shit
But i, Was persistant, And was a christian
Started thinking, Yo iount fuck witha mission
Id rather give it a chance with the makin of millions
For my children seeing my face on the buildins
And who said that i cant rip this shit up
Gotcha movin back and forth lik yah ass was a bishop
Dont you be fucking with the holy yoeman militia
Or we poppin n then we be comin to gethca
I could tell you ass a fed since the moment i metcha
So heres a hallow point goin in through ur sweater
Got way to much money for yall to measure n
Got so many hoes but the more the better ahaa

Chorus
[FatBoiStern]

Comin in one more time once more
Fed my bars through an umbilical cord
An i been killin mcs placing they bodies in morges
Cause they be sounding like they got all there verses from dollar stores
And i'm pissed off, Like count of a monte cristo
Fire missiles, Hoping that all of them hitchoo
This a shit show, dont have to pick up a pistol
Bitch it's simple call me over when u get home
Bitch i'm simply unbeatable, Thinking of a way he could lose is unfeasible
I'm good on my own imma never fucking need a hoe
Teach you how to act, mother fuka go to theater school
Bass kick, swervin skrrtin in and outy in an audi
All these girls surrounding me talking about my salary
All my doe is growing it's looking more like a mountain
We dont even know what happened my soundcloud is steady snappin oh

(Prod. StashBokz / Beat by. Don P)

Here's a little story from a homie in the Scruburbs
(NOT THE SUBURBS)
Glorified as warriors Makin it through the suffer
Picking up these bricks n then flippinem with each other
Only way we caught is if one of us undercover

He was picking up O at the basketball court
Never taking shots
At opps cause that dont settle the score
I was only selling Gs and then they begging for more
Time to get up off my knees I'm hearing knocks at the door
It's saying homie I'm your future
I'm the drugs money and whores
I'm the mansion you expanded
And branded wit marble floors
I'm the payment u demanded when saying till you were sore
I'm the family that you ruined when stopping the metaphors
Moving forward
My future for l will Open
Better doors
Sweaters worn in the winter at night cause I ain't warm
No heat shits beat watchu leave me here for
Just take me back to the Future
So I can be with my gold
Where my diemonds freeze cause me
I'm used to the cold
I Got the house filled up with snow yah bro i been there before
I Build it up n shovel out yayo thats just how it go
Makin money for the fam my backpack be the corner store
N now

Bouncin down the street i think i'm drippin my swagger
poundin on the concrete a pussy boy issa coward
Bitch Im Pouncin on the green i been out here for an hour
We do it Pmp
Ya the Pussy Money and power i'm talking

Here's a little story from a homie in the Scruburbs
Glorified as warriors Makin it through the suffer
Picking up these bricks n then flippinem with each other
Only way we caught is if one of us undercover

The government they want our house
Where's all the payments now
I guess if all that happens i should thank my dad for bailing out
i Had a brotha but he was out at 13
The girl she took him out and then she turned him to a dope fiend
My momma OD when me wasnt even 13
I had to go out on my own and start living with daddy
And his ma on first street
4 months later back home
Mother met this homie justin he would be our back bone
A straight G A savage bruh
Style thats immaculate
Threw some jays into my way just so i could start stackin up
Lowki doe wit my homies bitches dancing dosey doe
Selling drow out of my home it's perfect cause they'd never know
Bouncin down the street i think i'm drippin my swagger

poundin on the concrete a pussy boy issa coward
Bitch im Pouncin on the green i been out here for an hour
We do it Pmp
Ya the Pussy Money and power i'm talking

Here's a little story from a homie in the Scruburbs
Glorified as warriors Makin it through the suffer
Picking up these bricks n then flippinem with each other
Only way we caught is if one of us undercover

And that could never happen
we run a faction
N Not to mention guns and other stuff up in the cabinets
you could never match it
My family up in the action
Passing gats and packin sacks
Cause the government hate our bracket
I'm really fucking blasted these rappers dont match my passion
N they be talkin fake shit my patience is really lackin
Cause They dont know about the cops and when they come blastin
They dont know about the opps that are snitching to guard there backend 
And i be fucking pissed cause i lived it and iont have it
I ain't got nothin so when i want it i go grab it
And here goes a message for all the rappers that are static
Jacob baxters movin in so i recommend you start fucking packin

Bouncin down the street i think i'm drippin my swagger
poundin on the concrete a pussy boy issa coward
Bitch im Bouncin on the green i been out here for an hour
We do it Pmp
Ya the Pussy Money and power i'm talking

Here's a little story from a homie in the Scruburbs
Glorified as warriors Makin it through the suffer
Picking up these bricks n then flippinem with each other
Only way we caught is if one of us undercover

(Prod. StashBokz / Beat by. Mixia)

What's the prolem if i said that i wanna be a play boi
Getta couple models an i takem to estate boi
Yeah i'm high on marijuana watchu finna say boi
Thats ok boi

Yeah aye thats ok
Go an grab me the rolling tray
Drunk for days but i'm feeling great
White grape that taste make me salivate
I'm high as fuck and it aint gon change i'm smoking tange
Sage
Different strains tell me watchu thank
They call me jake but i go by bake

Monday got me an 8th
But it gone by tuesday
Whosay
Ridding blue fram witta goose egg
Now what we doing she gorrilla glueing
The nug imma bootleg but no i'm not boonk gang
Puff lika chutrain buzz like a kool-aid when shits mixed wita blue thang
Protecting my kneck and theirs 36 steps to me couting these checks shout out to wutang

Make my mom proud like 2 chainz
aye
Fuck me i just rain out of butane
Cookies og kush thats 2 shades
New way damn that bush that new wave
churning dream burn fast like ussain
Smoking tokin
Hoping that my crew came
Broke a poker Cheefing a zong dead hussain
Dont you noticed that i'm gone off good green

What's the prolem if i said that i wanna be a play boi
Getta couple models an i takem to estate boi
Yeah i'm high on marijuana watchu finna say boi
Thats ok boi

Bitch i'm rollin blunts
Of da purple stuff
yeah I do that shit
When im erkled up
got herbal love
Like a turtle bruh
Wita Shell on the back how i hold my drugs
If you Want few zips imma move that shit
All yo kids bumping my music
Imma keep wearing my hat in school

Suck my dick.

And dont be mad bro
Target like castro
Only like fast hoes
Raw i'm like fat joe
Stealing that wayne flow
Blowing that train smoke
Choking on bankroll
Loving that payload
Eater like caserol
Swimin like mayko
Never inna k hole
Only that dope tho
No i aint a broke hoe
Oh no
Bitch named mari and we be chillin inna drow boat
 
What's the prolem if i said that i wanna be a play boi
Getta couple models an i takem to estate boi
Yeah i'm high on marijuana watchu finna say boi
Thats ok boi

Man i really want 6 plants that sounds lit don it
Pounds and pounds when the light hits onnem
Everyone smokes dont lie to me
Go drop your kids at the school and you toke in the drivers seat
Dropping some ash on the ivory
Cops drive behind n beams
In through the side n yo did they catch spot of me
Look in the light see nothing right
Sparking shit nobody trying me

Nah i be cheefin and you cant say shit
I been geekin yoeman legion
Yeah that still my click
And this still my shit
All of you haters gon ride on my dick
Folding a paper i'm breaking my wrist
know that theres never no breaking the kid bitch

What's the prolem if i said that i wanna be a play boi
Getta couple models an i takem to estate boi
Yeah i'm high on marijuana watchu finna say boi
Thats ok boi

(Prod. Koncreat / Beat by. Jee Juh)

WHAT'S THE PROBLEM

@505boyz

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They gon front on the way u are
Cant talk bout the way u write
Wit they friends they gone burn ur call
When you come around they gon raise they lighter
psycho wanna bitcho style
Shadows lurk when they cut the lights off
Just make sure that when they buy your vinyl
They gon sign you

Jersey kidd Witta verse he Lit Controversy is
That I'm nervous bitch never
Run my trap map wita mac and a Combat axe to the back Anna beretta 
Sign my contracts wita black feather ink Dime bag in my trap pounds down center
You gon talk yo shit i sound better
Me and Soldier Kidd Raising to another level
I been coming for the fetti
Listening to maxo 5200 ways
Gotta boo by the bay
22. In my room Issa tool for the fools who ain't true to the game
Then I pull for the fade
When I shoot
Hitta 3
triple x yes we the best in the beast coast
Blowing weed smoke wita preroll
coming out my lungs iount need thos
Kief on sea saw

I told my ma I'd make it out our house and so I did
Been Florida twice no license so I took a jet
I been focused on my life I ain't hearing shit
I thought I'd shed a lil light but now I'm hella lit

Feeling myself might just fuck on your bitch
Ima real in my wealth cause she lovin my hook like a fish
In kitchen whipping flipping bricks
Now I'm chipping shippin shit n making decisions
We started from the bottom
Got it by the bottle
slide another models cloths up off her body
Lucky like the lotto spraying fully auto
Biggie shit who shot yah, Chicks in lenciaga
Bae jus call me daddy no I'm not your father
Tweaking on the Addy roll another dollar
Why you so dramatic talkin bout a gunna finna pull it on me let me put my bun up
Foolish now you running from me mufuka
YoemanCrew is an influence doin numbers
We the truest shit is proven ain't no other
Watch me do it when I do it for my brothers

[CHORUS]

(Soldier Kidd verse)@505boyz 2:12 - 3:05
How you front like I ain't a star
All of my niggas go monkey on bars
I jus be thuggin an talkin to god
Spit on these tracks an I talk wit my heart
Niggas get back how I'm totin my rod
I getta sack an I split wit my dawgs
Niggas be fronting like they really rock
You run from niggas, I run from the cops
Thought we was fuckin I jus got the top
Thought we was bud, but the nigga got popped 
Shit could get hectic, you know I'm ready
You know I'm steppin, what is you reppin
Fuck all the money cause that be the fetti
They wanna sign me I need all the bready
Niggas be funny, this shit could get deadly
Yeah I said it, I Dont regret it
We Da Gang, B-B-Be Da Gang
We Could Neva Be Da Same
In this thang like pootie tang
Whipping, need to get a wraith
Bang bang, I pull up on lil Rey Rey
All my niggas slanging K K
Yous a Stevie, you cant see me
Talking strapped, but ain't no, B B
Who you are, I'm the one
Stolo car, wit my son
I'm the star, yall my sons
I'm to far I'm on the run
You niggas flawed dont get no funds
I'm in the sky you gotta jump
Why yo bri tryna huh
You gone die cause I'm gone buss

[CHORUS]

Florida my partners, We Coming for the top bitch cough it up
Rock glock stop fire shots,If I get hit twice got armor tho
Bae u nice lemme change ur life one night imma show u my carter flow
Pay your price when I put amilli onna millimetter but their aint no alter tho

Watchu pop bitch thats fentanyl
Blingin out a pinky ring from my nana
Funny how there aint a thing in my bank account
Money never been a thing when i get some
I aint finna change a bit jake blazin splffs
Spitin hard For days and my accadance is 
Gonna raise the bar been the greatest since
KRS n PAC BIG n JADA KISS
I done prayed a lot, I done hit a liq
Got no key for car, So im breakin in
Iount need the law, i can handle shit
Move a key along, Of the candle stick
And This lit jit got the mic inna pistol grip
and bet their ain't no safety click
Pardon it's my shift garden states my bitch
All I ever been wazza fuckin Jerzey Kidd shiett

(Prod. RocknRolandRecords / Beat By. StashBokz)

JERZEYKIDD (Ft. SoldierKidd)

Welcome To the Ocean Acres
Where shit yo no one's famous
Getchal sick wit the flow contagious
We got raided so now my block seems vacant
Plottin waitin on the day I part ties wit the place i stay in
An where ill go but now I wanna welcome you down dawg to the 
Ocean Acres
Where shit yo no one's famous
Getchal sick wit the flow contagious
We got raided so now my block seems vacant
Plottin waitin on the day I part ties wit the place i stay in
An where ill go but now I wanna welcome you down dawg to the

Ocean acres No place like home
Wheres i born geta blindfold imma shine for days mufuka
I'm Bake Mufuka
I love the homies the gave me hope

where da Grav
Cuz imma pack it fat
An I just bought quarter sold it made a dollar back
I Made a song wit soldier OAs on the map
Suburban couldn't serve us so we turned to trappin
Used to go to church now verses on the pad
I Came up selling dirt had baggies overlappin
Went and learned the work it's not jus for the rappin
Remember mufukas thought they caught me lackin
That be why I hold the blade, Thankful that night I got payed
cause I woulda stabbed him

In life I learned my lessons, 10 toes pressing
An bruh No co defendants
We running this shit on our own, my bros my home
All stick to the codes tha ethics
Tha hoes, tha clothes, tha doe, Tha locks on locks all down the door
Tax free guap what we got in store, for those That know how to keep shit 
low Key Boy, That's a decoy
3 ki's, We Keep in the weak boards
Boom C4 breakin through the peephole
Recourse, We steal everything that we want
OA feels when the times get hard, For my homies before I'm gone
finna show yall what fuck im on, Want some come get with the shit my bruh

Welcome To the Ocean Acres
Where shit yo no one's famous
Getchal sick wit the flow contagious
We got raided so now my block seems vacant
Plottin waitin on the day I part ties wit the place i stay in
An where i go but now I wanna welcome you down dawg to the 

OA Snow Day
Bound to make your hoe say
Oh give me more bumping suicidal pump fake
Hotter than lava combined wit bottled propane
N now im Rocking designer the hondas back in the old days
Old tapes
Replaced by haste flame and flavor
My name reigns hate they can't take the blaze
Fork in the road I still set the table
Knife in my back i still carry the blade

Yo Bitches out here lying yah they marry for fame
Tryna find one who aint tryin on the grind all the same
Cross Ts Dot I's Heard T.I was a snake
Steady riding on my own Don't need nobody to save me
Stay G pride Prime I dont keep it on safety
Scrap kief rip bongs what we do on the dailly
Jus me my mom and the friends that are family
My green get grown like the tree when it payed me

Welcome to O A mufuka
cocaine flip dram all day mufuka
Sixteen saw a hunned grand inna duffle
Cha ching make bands ery way wit each other
OG blue cheese eat your wings mufuka
Big plans Cuban link getta ring I'll cut it
music shit bruh ery day I love it
Imma do this shit
welcome in my brothas

Welcome To the Ocean Acres
Where shit yo no one's famous
Getchal sick wit the flow contagious
We got raided so now my block seems vacant
Plottin waitin on the day I part ties wit the place i stay in
An where i go but now I wanna welcome you down dawg to the

(Prod. RocknRolandRecords / Beat by. BlanqBeatz)

SCRATCH CITY

Hey lil momma keep talking yo shit
Jus burning the bridge
I'm done complaining, I'm saying I'm sick of explaining the same shit I already did
And on my way out i stopped and i bought you a gift
I'll say what it is
It's in a box in your closet go in and unlock all the shits that i ain't ever give

Ain't on a limb when I slide and i called u a bitch, it is what it is
I got cocaine in my system she say I ion listen
But listen I don't give a shit
You were my baby but lately u Turned to a bitch
Mmmmm...
You were my baby but lately you turned to a..
Lately you Turned to a bitch

Lately you turned on me, Closing the curtain on me
Left with A broken heart, you put a hurtin on me
Light it up wheres the spark?
why did you burn on me?
Lookin up for a star, one thatl work on me

That Darling like the bass
Got, Sparkles on her face
Got the bottles in the car, this not race
I jus left a broad, got another on the way
Every night's a ride, Die another Day

Hey lil momma keep talking yo shit
Jus burning the bridge
I'm done complaining, I'm saying I'm sick of explaining the same shit I already did
And on my way out i stopped and i bought you a gift
I'll say what it is
It's in a box in your closet go in and unlock all the shits that i ain't ever give

Ain't on a limb when I slide and i called u a bitch, it is what it is
I got cocaine in my system she say I ion listen
But listen I don't give a shit
You were my baby but lately u Turned to a bitch
Mmmmm...
You were my baby but lately you turned to a..
Lately you Turned to a bitch

V2. 1:40
Yeah bitch, go in an unlock it, Jus 1 of skeletons up in your closet
You aint 100, you bugging
Bitch i aint got owners, i own and i blow up the budget
Got like 50 hoes and i love it, and they love to drape me in clothes You dont like it then fuck it,
I aint gone give your ass nothing
Imma jus vibe by myself hoe you seen this shit comin
Lil Bitch this is bake, i aint your hero i aint gotta cape
I aint gone hear it so watch what you say
Aint gone be seen with her, I can not be with her
Cant catch me seen with a thot anyway
You steady staying in beef with shaqueshing
And kayle, and qaundra so hey
Fuck yah wouldnt wanna be yah
So see yah, Capisha
Goodbye like felicia
2:13

You tripping lil momma
Stick your position 
You switching your shit
why you stunting shit momma
Keep playing games with Me
I'll catch a fade quickly
I ain't the one to be takin shit momma

Driving me crazy, complain on the daily
I'm moving on bitch I got people to pay me
Bet you the one who be missing my ass when I'm gone
hoe u needed me stayin

(Prod. RocknRolandRecords /Beat by. Jee Juh)

Bake

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