lyrics:)

Ayo
They call me GG, unless it's nice to meet me
S L M

(hook)
Back then I was handling business, but now I'm back
Got the switch up, but no I'm no flaw-ass nigga, I'm only talkin' bout a strap
You on the block, but you never could stack
Amiri jeans, you know they stacked
Money, rank, bitches, fashion, everything stacked
Money, rank, bitches, fashion, everything stacked

"I mean, you feel me
Everything stacked, money, rank, bitches, fashion
You niggas not fuckin' wit me, ever
Any situation, any conversation, fuck is you talkin' bout"

(slim)
Back then I was handling business, said I'll be back in a minute
Play with my top, then my killers ah send that (blrd) (blrd)
Democrat diamonds, like I'm runnin' for a senate, no Michael Bennett
They know I been that, hollow tips make a nigga twitch, no Cenat
How you just sparing me, nigga, we in that field
I'm never a pussy, but guard  field
Naw, ain't no kickin' it, Leionel
Niggas is messi when rapping, a clean sweep
Niggas, I'm moppin' em, couldn't you tell?
I'm out in London, Lauren, blue on the coupe like I'm rockin' with Nipsey as well
Everything stacked, in the truck packed
And these blicks stay used, but I keep it intact
They comin' in tack with them ARs and mags (grlaahhh)
And Them niggas not askin' no questions, they blast
And them niggas so ass, and them niggas so trash
When it's comin' to you, they ain't runnin' it back
And I'm keepin' it true like Horseshoe on the back
When it's comin' to you, know they playin' the back (back)

(hook)
Back then I was handling business, but now I'm back
Got the switch up, but no I'm no flaw-ass nigga, I'm only talkin' bout a strap
You on the block, but you never could stack
Amiri jeans, you know they stacked
Money, rank, bitches, fashion, everything stacked
Money, rank, bitches, fashion, everything stacked

(the girly)
Money and plaques, I'm a stack
All of these bitches, a trip need to pack
All of these bitches is suckas, it's somethin' bout licks
That these hoes will not ever get back
(Every get back)
Spittin' out crack when I hop in the booth
Bitchin' when I shop, but they ain't got the juice
But if these bitches think they do, I clear them like the juices fruit
Ayo, SLM, you want a bad bitch? Well, I keep the best of them
Pretty gang stay ballin', never pass to them
You know I'm Gem and these bitches is a hologram
(Hologram)
All these niggas intrusive, yeah
None of these bitches can do this, no
I'm steady winnin' and haters gon' keep being tight, like the tucks on transexuals
Broke nigga tryna get sexual, baby, no we can't get sexual
Eat me? Huh
Nigga, you better off eatin' your vegetables

Stacked Ft The Girly

Lil Yachty - Bean [Prod. CardoGotWings] *UNRELEASED*

Psyched Out

Lost At Sea

LYRICS:

I ain’t talking ’bout Mercedes
Run this shit, may be a sprinter
Had to end his trial ‘cause I don’t to much fuck with them beginners 
Rap doctor so you hoes cannot compare me to no bum bitch
Appointment when I fuck him
Told the nigga hurry, cum quick
Ass fat, booty shorts
Would’ve thought I worked at Hooters
Love the way the cookie cream
Need dunkers, I need a shooter
Need knowledge, I need computer
Need digits and desk top
Only fuck with bad bitches not Littlest Pet Shop
Let me rephrase, like supervision you really don’t make the cut
And no you may not get this treat so is you trickin’ or what?
Top pussy I need a cap 
What Soulja Boy said?
Make it clap
Pop that pussy everywhere that it end up on Dora map, bitch


PRTTY chain hanging out my pink bubblegum coupe 
(Ya)
Hoes tryna get rowdy, you can get yo ass humbled (Mm)
Take him to the waterpark, I told him put his floats on 
(Ouu)
Bad bitch super hero, pink satin is what the cloak on 
(Brr)
Maybach truck
Throw that ass in the back of it 
(Ow!)
Double D cups
Bouncing tits, money I’m counting it
(Ow!)
Heavy weight truck
Broke bitches that’s a knee slap
Tryna breathe my air but I told ‘em to cop a CPAP
(Yuck!)


He wanna play up in this station
No controllers and shit
I do it like I do the porsche
Stick shift controlling the shit
Up in that pink thong
Throw it and bounce it, that’s word to ping pong
Silly bitches going rogue
Bow down and get up on yo knees son
Not gone lie, still best new rapper and bars since Hershey
Pockets on Rick Ross
He said “Baby you the boss, now come work me” 
“Slurp me”
I said I’ll spit and ride the dick how I jerk beats
I’m a slick bitch, I’m ricking em
Nachos and then I dip, bitch


PRTTY chain hanging out my pink bubblegum coupe 
(Ya)
Hoes tryna get rowdy, you can get yo ass humbled (Mm)
Take him to the waterpark, I told him put his floats on 
(Ouu)
Bad bitch super hero, pink satin is what the cloak on 
(Brr)
Maybach truck
Throw that ass in the back of it 
(Ow!)
Double D cups
Bouncing tits, money I’m counting it
(Ow!)
Heavy weight truck
Broke bitches that’s a knee slap
Tryna breathe my air but I told ‘em to cop a CPAP


Pussy game cold, wrist icy
I make it snow
And the Maybach a work of art, call that shit Van Go
Wait hold on
Elsa hit my phone like “Yo Muni I need my powers back”
Soundcloud rap surgeon
You bitches is just an ice pack
What the fuck I been telling hoes
I been cooking up before Kya did
You can spin in circles all you want to but I guarantee that I’m flyer bitch
On my doll shit, where my dream house
You a dead brother, dirt dream house
No NBA, the gov name Jordan
Now I’m finna show you what that speed ‘bout


You’ve been on my mind
I can be your wife
I’ll be by your side till the day we die
You can take the blue lambo
And I can take pink rari
I’ma take a few hours to get ready but I’m Barbie and I love to party

Bach 2 The Waterpark

HIS GUN PINK

Tha Carter VI

Banned From NO (Remix)

ARRIVAL (PROD.KEONAMIRI)

Prod. iceboy

Lyrics:

Yo, fuck the making up
Bitch, this ain’t Maybelline
It’s time to throw some shots, issues & magazines
I like my diamonds yellow, think my jewels Phillipine
I could say one line, and make a bitch a meme
Bitch, watch your mouth, ‘cause my respect, I’ll kill ‘bout
They making alter egos off of my appeal now
It’s time for plan Columbine, I’m sick of teaching lessons
They know my wrist is a fucking bioluminescent
The fuck I look like spearing bitches when they name ain’t Britney?
I made him get down on his Chinese & come eat the Kitty
Don’t think it’s sweet just because I sing a bit, bitches
Yo name Lebron, so, I hit you with the heat, nigga
The only bitch to come and switch it like it’s magic
These hoes runs’ ain’t gone be for long, ‘cause they asthmatic
I’m overseas if you wonder where I be’s, honey
Walk in the club, & I’m throwin’ up my rap money
And all ya music got me jaded, got me bored, bitch
This shit ain’t working, try Hidden Valley endorsements
They flock together, washin’ bitches in they bird bath
That choppa sing a lullaby, bitch, take your dirt-nap

Okay, okay, okay
Tell a bum bitch “Stay the fuck out my way”
Turn to a beast when I’m puttin’ the paws on these bitches and shit, since they wanna get played
My foot on necks, they tryna start another movement
Like ‘Teen Beach’, bitches Cruisin’ for a Bruisin’
They try to fit my style, they get Breonna tailored
Oh, don’t worry, I’m the rap game’s savior
Wrist game in another galaxy
Back shots on the top of the balcony
Like a whore they suck, so actually, fuck all these hoes, pornography
Man, I be with niggas that shoot cribs with the mamas in ‘em
You know the choppa go “Brrrak!”, like Obama did it
Sat on my throne? Oh, I know you bitches didn’t
You hoes ain’t kunt, man, y’all pussy, I see hella kittens
Bitch, are you dumb? A barren bitch ain’t conceiving no kids
My bitches spitters, might as well walk around with some bibs
Now every bitch tryna be Girly, Princess, pink, & trans
They think they icy ‘til I knock the drink up out they hand
You bitches rats, & it calls for an inspection
I shut ‘em down, hoes won’t be Back 2 Business again

The only bitch that’s really ‘round here makin’ revenue
The only bitch these bitches put up on a pedestal
I showed these rapper bitches how to be an animal
I showed these bitches how to get they greens & vegetables 
How the fuck dare you bitches bite the hand that fed y’all?
But it’s okay, ‘cause I’m the ‘End all, be all’
I’m crackin’ up, that bitch think she got my tiara, ho
But keep it real, these bitches ain’t even got tiara flow
I really mean it when I say “I am the best at this”
Bitch, keep it rap before you find what trigger happy is
What hip-hop bitch you know switch to pop like the diet bad?
I line ‘em up, & I boxer bitches like draws is plaid
See, y’all can’t fuck with me
Don’t get bread, why they duckin’ me?
#GIRLYBADDESTBITCHINEVERYCOUNTRY, yuh

ISSUES & MAGAZINES

Lyrics:

[Chorus: The Girly]

Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, I’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range
Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, I’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range

[Verse 1: The Girly]

We gone slaughter all these bitches, and then bathe up in they blood
If P-I-N-K on the ink, you know it’s monsters in the cut
Me & Kajo Draculaura, finna hit up Bora Bora
Bombshells in the villa, all the niggas wan’ explore us
Ain’t got’ explain, you know the name
I think I need another pad, my flow’s insane
You would think I be freein’ slaves, way I snatch chains
You worked for me, but you the Boss? Now that’s the shame
Stay in yo lane, bitch
I just wanna party
Told that boy “I’ll be the Draculaura to your Clawd if…”
You beat the kitty like it’s cruelty, but just look out for Darwin
This is Monster High, come party with the pretty corpses
Shoe game is so obnoxious
Suck they blood, I’m covered in murder
Can’t name one rap bitch I ain’t murder
I get green, yes bitch, I get Gurka
Rockin’ shit that they never heard of
Kajo Muah, let’s go to Scaris, then I wanna go to London
And if they get stupid, trap them bitches in the dungeon

[Chorus: The Girly]

Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, I’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range
Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, i’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range

[Verse 2: Kajo Muah]

Bitches talking bout some shit that’s old as fuck, get it a cane  
How ‘bout you beat me here and now, but you’re not able, you’re just cain
And the way I’m getting chicken, you would think I’m Raising Cane
You’re a faggot and a nigger, bitch, go pick a Sugarcane
Black on beats like Sharpie in pink, my last name is Evans
And the only time I fell off, just happened to be from heaven
And my flow is the bomb, it might just work at 711
So if you acting like you fly, then my niggas go 9/11
I’m with my gang, you know the set I bang
You a chop, PF Chang, toss money, no Romain 
I Got blood on my fang, no water, but I reign 
Me and Ssychho insane, I’m master, so I keep plain chain
Guissepe my body, then I go do pilate
On the naughty list, ‘cause my attitude so Zanotti 
Nigga got that morning, wood I’ma take it down, no karate
How you talkin’ all shit, when you ain’t on shit but a potty?
What’s good?
And I fuck good
I’ma 5 star chick, and I cluck good
It’s your bed time, and I tuck good
I ball on a bitch, I don’t tuck good
I’m so opium, I’m so mother vamp 
Might go back to pink, might have to revamp
I ain’t talking no tent, when I say I’m so camp
I been the Kuntriss, I been had it stamped
I get my dough, while you bitches kneading
They on my tits, and these bitches teething
Now all y’all kunt? But I am the reason
I am a gift, and this is the season
I’m real rich bitch, I’ma real Double-R
Ima soft white girl, you a hard rr
I don’t drop no soap, but I will drop a bar
5 $ T A R R
Power and money, these bitches know I got it
I know you see my rings, bitch, I even gag the Hobbit
‘Cause I got bars for days, and I got flows for hours
And I ain’t talking no piss, got so much gold I could shower 
And it go, what’s up
Fuck the club up
I’m with blond white girls, they throwin’ that shit up 
My nigga, what’s up
We fuckin’ that shit up
If you not talking bout blood, then shut the fuck up

[Chorus: The Girly]

Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, I’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range
Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, I’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range

[Verse 3: The Girly]

Gotta pay me for my passion, I’ma need a check for it
Double CC when you see me, yes, that’s where the check goin’
Bitch, you need to fixate
Worried ‘bout my mixtape? Pull my tranny cock out, now get on your knees & beg for it
Bad girls like to have fun too
Bad girls like to have fun too
Bad girls like to have fun too
Ain’t no blood on your fang, you can’t hang with the crew (Ooh!)

[Chorus: The Girly]

Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, I’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range
Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Don’t need a nigga, I got money & fame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range

FANGS

LYRICS~
Yeah, I'm rollin' round, ridin' like I'm Tony Hawk 
Bitches line up please just tryna suck this cock 
I don't do Ollie's, stupid hoes all on the block 
Bag double up, see me flexin' at the shop

No my name is not Tony 
Yeah I'm not phony
Bitch you can not call me 
Where my KHCS sis Adobe
Word to that pink lady you hoes cannot clone me
Talking about why you actin Jackson
Bitch you can not homie 
J to A to X to E
Yes you like that N(end)
I'm rocking with the M's 
Always near some lesbians
I'm hanging with Harriet and even Benjamin 
I like one zero zero 8 hunnid dead friends
Oh oh oh i didn't mean for u too suicide
I don't like these fools killing hoes over do by guys
Read that line again and pass me my fckn fries 
I need a 4 for 4 or goody bag on lola just sayin hi

Uh uh uh uh
Where yo track at, it go nah nah nah nah 
Yeah you know it's facts, imma ba ba ba ba 
Put you in the back, with the gra gra gra gra 
Yeah you in the sack

No my name is not Tony ,you cannot fckn call me
I know you bitches horny 
But yall really blow me
Quavo got dat dome 
Yeah I got that thumb on control li
Playing with that stick man word to ps sony

Yes i like my chun li
You hoes just a bum knee
Yes i like you fools one knee
Shit could be two on me
Nigga like my third leg
Bitch like my coach segs
I only pray you dont get met
By thee red trarags

Uh uh uh i dont wanna do you 
Uh uh uh i dont wanna sue you 
Uh uh uh i dont wanna chew you
Gassed up in head but ugly face boohoo

tony hawk

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tony hawk

Jake Moscou

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