FLEX UP (REMIX)

Featuring: Taemari, Zai’lyn Love, Tristen, Kaprizzy, Malibu.

Cookies (MegaMix)

Hollywood

Solo/truStory

Lyrics:

“Tela hoes need 
them a bitch to pop”

Well tell them weak 
hoes I’m the bitch to pop

They still up on bots 
tryna fix the plot?

Keep it g bitch 
I don’t want shit you got


First hoes came out
tryna sound like me

Like bitch your first 
song said shoutout me

So now they tryna sing
and now they doin feat’s

On my type of beats
just to outdo me


Tell her bum ass to kneel
—Patrick Harris

IRL doll, y’all Facetune & Paris

Had a whole wave of fags 
tryna be Paris 

They always think you’re me
You not embarrassed? 


Mirror.. Mirror.. which bitch the fairest?

(You princess, & she can’t be the Heiress) 

I’m at the Trump, but I’m on team Harris 

Pretty soon your career is gonna perish


Man get yo bum ass on 
Man what yo bum ass on?

Like everything you bitches do
confirm that y’all my clone

They need me here, why they 
trying so hard to get me gone?

They want the formula, you 
can hear that shit in they tone 

Well bitch you blown your cover
Tell bitches take some cover

Yea bitch I’m mother and that
get back is a motherfucker

Sign of the cross, tell these
bum bitches it’s the last supper

Like every bitch can catch a 
fade and no I don’t stutter


Me against young men in wigs, I win

Back to Hollywood
Like when you ever been?

Outrap who? 
With what type of pen

I move weight, call me the Prin' Pin


I heard your leak, that 
shit was kinda wack though 

You thought you ate just 
cause you did a fast flow

Bitch I get cheese for 
feats just to mack hoes

Mad hoes

Better in everything, 
we do not match hoes 


Your time is up bitch like
Hickory Dickory 

Don’t got no friends so 
they riding on dickory 

Literally, bitch it’s a mystery 

How to get rid of me 

This shit’ll go down in history 


Got the right plan with
the right wrong bitch  

Rap murder scene with 
the white chalk bitch 

Now you wanna wear all 
them cheap ass wigs 

Hoe what happened to the
box with the white chalk bitch

lyrics: 

HOOK:
paper pursuit 
these bitches follow my route 
i can’t be seen in the booth 
blacked out benz i’m never stuntin these bitches i pull up wit 20 a coupe 
sick of these bitches 
they bottin numbers and paying for features just to find a group 
can’t say nun about me they makin up lies just to feel like they got one up by spreading fake news 

bandz all that i run up is bandz 
bitches keep up like a fan 
i do not wait need my shit in advance 
hottest one out give these bitches a tan 

i switch it up on a bitch like i’m trans 
can’t see a bitch they ain’t getting a glance 
pull out the drac and make these bitches dance 
and i won’t argue bout numbers they shit is a scam 

i treat the bank like a monument 
if he got money im tellin my bitches invite em in 
ain’t good for nothin incompetent 
guess i can give it to bitches for havin the confidence 

strictly the pape what i’m chasin 
i’m at the top and you hoes career still in the makin 
i take the air from a nigga i got em hooked he say my pussy breath takin 

uh 
bitch i got 2k on my solos 
ain’t begging for features from broke hos 
and i don’t have to edit my photos i mean 

uh 
and ian giving these bitches no promo 
she need cool points from a bozo 
 i be killing these bitches wit slow flows i mean 

uh 
and if i want it ima get both those 
i’m smoking on bitches i blow hoes 
and im laughing they write they own jokes i mean 

uh 
and on any beat i go loco 
my chain make em freeze like snow cones 
don’t see competition they all clones i mean 

hahaha 
i’m really laughin at bitches 
i’m gagging at bitches 
what made you think you spit harder me please you is the last of these bitches 
came in the game i’m takin over you can see why im surpassing these bitches 
makin em sweat wit ease please somebody cop a wash rag for these bitches 

they knew to respect a bitch from the beginning 
don’t know how to lose i got used to me winning 
thick then a muthafucka i cannot relate to bitch cause her pockets be thinnin 
who tf you think they pinnin 
two goofy bitches and they be so proud to be twinnin 
and what they do i invented 
and if you keep dissin i hope you start pushing ya pen in

PAPER PURSUIT

Game On (feat. Barbie Lisa , TREMILANO, Miikael)

UNDERTAKER

Lyrics: 

I’m up in the club,
throwing bands up

And this stripper hoe,
she shaking right

This Chanel boot 
is real custom boo

Watch your step,
cause my killers will snipe

..You bitch,
not signing boobs bitch

Hoe get in line, and act right

Cause once Strawberry spaz,
It get darker than daylight saving time

I’m riding dick like a Kawasaki,
While he gripping all on my damn body,

I’m a actress, I’m a bad bitch

Popping pussy,
Damn i’m just that bitch

I don’t give a fuck about a bitch man
This Barbie chain cost 50 bands

Jerking bitches, I ain’t using hands
Bitch i’m bigger than the whole program

I’m the B-A-R-B-I-E
Dior, Margiela, Giuseppe

I’m the doll dada, I’m the don dada
Do I wanna fuck? I said yes dada,

Bank account got a st-stutter,
So it ain’t hurt when I copped the prada

You my son and you my daughter
Fuck a bitch dollar, hoe my money taller

Bust a split, make it flip, and do
them tricks bitch

Then I might throw a couple 
bands up in the VIP bitch

Money so thick, it can’t 
fit up in the clip bitch

Me and my bitches be “The Doll’s”
Y’all be “The Brick’s” bitch

Right red bone and the left
be a yellow

Give a bum money then I 
tell her “Hi fella”

Fella? Fella? Tell her
“Hi fella”?

I’m Strawberry and I’m sitting 
with Vanilla

Bad Girls Club, beat her up
like Camilla 

Pretty Gang up in Tulum
at the Villa

Bank account iller,
Show game iller

Summer time in a fur coat, 
Chinchilla 


Co-Written by Babi Sister

BANDS UP

BANKROLL

Lyrics soon S/O to my Kenny Ken for getting on this 💖

UNDERTAKER

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