Lyrics :

FUCK A PUSSY NIGGA
TELL THAT BITCH TO FUCK OFF 
DRUGS ON THE TABLE
MAN IM TAKING ALL THESE PERCS OFF 
NIGGAS TALKIN SHIT 
MOTHER FUCKER KEEP YOUR SKIRT ON 
NIGGA TALKIN SHIT ILL FUCK HIS BITCH 
WITHOUT A SHIRT ON 
PUSSY RUN UP 
YOU GON SPRAY AND IMMA SHOOT UH
SHUT THE FUCK UP
NO FORTNITE GIVE ME THE LOOT UH
PUSSY KEEP ON TALKING
IMMA HIT HIM WITH A TOOL UH 
NIGGAS SITTING CROOKED 
IF THEY GET HIT WITH THE BOOT UH 

I GOT A KNIFE IN MY THROAT CANT FUNCTION 
NIGGAS BE TALKING THAT SHIT 
ON FUCK SHIT 
YOU GOT A PROBLEM LIL BITCH 
SAY SOMETHING 
IM WITH THE GANG 
YOU KNOW WE FUCK SHIT 
I GOT THE ICE ON MY NECK NO BUDGET 
WE GOT PROBLEMS PLEASE DONT BUTT IN 
I GOT SO MANY FUCKING PROBLEMS 
I CANT TALK CAUSE THESE NIGGAS WANNA PUNCH IN UH

Fuck Off! - (Prod. Triplesixdelete)

Lyrics :

I got yo heart in my hand like I’m curry
Pussy talk shit grip the k feel so heavily
The way she scream in my ear is so heavenly
Pussy run up on my block we gon let him see uh
Dap me up
Like a cat got nine lives uh
Pussy talk shit
He want beef no five guys aye yuh

Dap me up
Dap me up
Dap me up
yuh aye

Dap me up
Dap me up
Dap me up
yuh aye

Dap me up
Dap me up
Dap me up
yuh aye

Dap me up
Dap me up
Dap me up
Aye Yuh

Pussy talk shit 
Tell that bitch to dap me up uh
Grip on the K
Then that pussy wanna run yuh
Niggas talkin shit
I’ll beat his ass down and up yuh
Niggas talkin shit
He a bitch little punk aye yuh

Dap me up
Dap me up
Dap me up
yuh aye

Dap me up
Dap me up
Dap me up
yuh aye

Dap me up
Dap me up
Dap me up
yuh aye

Dap me up
Dap me up
Dap me up
Aye Bitch

Dap Me Up! - (Prod. Wydsonni)

Lyrics : 

Let’s get to the money
Y’all niggas be goofy
I stay rockin shit
Might give her a lil roofy
Fuck that nigga Matt
Yeah he really goofy
Tf is that Nigga
Like officer doofy 

Stackin this shit
My money be tall
I fucked on yo bitch
That shit was a ball
You talk hella tough
But it isn’t yo fault
You just hang around niggas 
That’s not good at all

yeah you hang around niggas 
thats fuckin ya mind up
fuck juice wrld nigga go get yo “9’s” up
fucked on yo girl I was standing behind her
booty so big had the fattest vagina

Pull up in the scat yeah
Yo momma got a fat ass
Booty be clappin
Had her runnin like a track pass
Matt you talkin shit
had to put you in a past fast
you a lame nigga
2 face no Batman

2 Faced - (Prod. ZaeHD)

Lyrics : 

like he walter aye.

Hit the plug 
Like he walter uh
Drippy not no water
Got her soakin like a faucet uh
Bring it round back
Lil nigga

Pussy why you talkin? (huh?)
Go ‘head keep on walkin
Keep a strap tucked
Like I’m stalin uh
Cause these bitches 
stalkin up all on my page

Cause all I want is rage
Lil Nigga you talkin that shit
Better run up on me
And run that fade
Lil Nigga better pay the price
If he want a nigga slain
I got shooters in my gang
And you know that we don’t play aye

Like he Walter uh
Yeah he sellin methamphetamine
I like drugs aye
I’m not talkin bout no ketamine
I take oxy with a perc
Boutta smoke my pack
I just left the earth
I’m off the shit
I want my money back

Little bitch why you talkin shit
When you cannot back it up I’m done
This hoe tryna fuck shit up
I’m doing Matt’s mom
I’m having fun
Why you cappin bout yo shit
Lil bitch you ain’t pull up wit no gun
Boutta pull up on his block
And air it out 
While that bitch run

Walter White - (Prod. Saint Urya)

Lyrics : 

Ok here’s the run down
Stick that boy up
Got em shakin out his knees
When I pull up for sure 
Get gunned down

Talkin’ on me
Lil boy you know
How to fuck up
Ought to be thrown out
6 feet deep
Got yo momma on me
Rollin 3 in the jeep
My boy

Aint no body got no fuckin problems witcha
But you lame ass nigga so i gotta figure

Aye 

Pull out his dreadlocks
50 round mag 
Shoot the bullets
Take his head off

Pump loaded with a 8 round
Glock 17 on my body fytb

Gotta get my clout now
Boutta make a movie
Bout this shit no 8 Mile

Bitches stay talkin they shit
Imma rock em sideways
Leave they body inna ditch aye

Let off the AK 
Let that bitch spray
On The Race like Tay-K
Thought you was Gay aye
Smoked like a Fag
If you don’t give me my pay day
Fuck nigga test me
Cut em up
Leavin’ his remains in the rest lake
Pockets so fat 
My money so long
Yeah yo money really fake fake

Bitch i’m mexican
So i buy sangria
Lemme see them thighs
Tryna get between em
Come on chula
Get in the piscina
Where the money real long
Where the money is greener

Don’t gaf bout it
Motherfucker talkin shit
We gon go out it
She got a dump truck
Bitch imma go at it
I got a real bad bitch
Know she really bout it

Ok here’s the run down
Stick that boy up
Got em shakin out his knees
When I pull up for sure 
Get gunned down

Talkin’ on me
Lil boy you know
How to fuck up
Ought to be thrown out
6 feet deep
Got yo momma on me
Rollin 3 in the jeep
My boy

Aint no body got no fuckin problems witcha
But you lame ass nigga so i gotta figure

Aye 

Pull out his dreadlocks
50 round mag 
Shoot the bullets
Take his head off

Pump loaded with a 8 round
Glock 17 on my body fytb

Gotta get my clout now
Boutta make a movie
Bout this shit no 8 Mile

Bitches stay talkin they shit
Imma rock em sideways
Leave they body inna ditch aye

Dont Fw It! - (Prod. Triplesixdelete)

Lyrics : 

When I got some problems shawty
Get out the way
I don’t needa pass
Niggas cappin , talkin on my name 
Bitch I don’t understand
Run up bitch
You make the wrong move
I hit you wit this fan
The way that I be airin shit out
I think I needa brand

Gotta 40 drum mag on me bitch
Cost more than a band
My pockets swole not talking bout no weight
I think I need a strap
Pull up right behind you
I don’t play
You best not be lackin
Tell yo bitch to come up over here
So I could blow her back in

3D’z :

When I hop up out the whip 
Just know I’m ready to spark
Got that heater on me
Keep the mask down It’s gettin dark
See that fat ass nigga Trisclair
He got a middle part
When that nigga walk around
I bet that nigga smell like fart

Niggas acting like sum big dawgs
But all they do is bark 
I’m smokin weed
And gettin bitches
With my homies
Light and dark 
Why you talkin all that shit
You a pussy, you a mark
You should just stay your ass at home
Nigga
Do yo fuckin part

Minivan Freestyle - (Ft. 3DZ)

Lyrics: 

(Fony Wallace Biotch, Oh my god stop the music)  

(gibberish)

You a silverback n**** uh
I’m goin blacc
Got some shit up in a baggie 
Yeah I’m out here sellin crack
Boy you talkin on my name 
I pull up turn you to a pack
Yeah you talk a lot of shit 
Go live yo life no time for that

You a bitch you a lame
Why you talkin on the gang
Deadly sins what I’m reppin
No this music ain’t a game
Me and panda 
Me and ichigo
We rappin for the fame
Sike we not 
You a little boy 
Lil bitch we not the same

Why you cappin bout yo stats 
Sayin “look it, I have numbers” 
You gon flop 
You gon turn ‘round in yo grave 
Down six feet under
Tryna- Tryna make jokes of me 
Boy you slumped
Like you hungover
Tried to tell me that I fell off 
What you mean 
I’m still in slumber (snore)

Panda’s Verse :

Going black 
Niggas snakin’ huh
Niggas faking 
Talking all yo shit
We knock yo head open like play-doh
Greentip hollow point up in yo dome they vacant 
For pussy niggas that dick ride up on that lame shit uh

Dont fuck wit a nigga
Get the deadly sins hoe 
Bash a nigga up
For talking shit 
Hit his mental
Nigga think im playing till I smoke em’ like a menthol
Smoking on yo son 
Smoke his pack till its all gone

Nigga wanna talk but he stupid he aint gang tho
Doing all this rapping shit I hope it come with fame too
Ichigo and Joey if a nigga wanna talk shit
I pull up on a nigga
I pull up really toxic

Sock a nigga in they mouth
Rock em like a mosh pit
I’m going black nigga uh
Fuck a snake bitch
Bitch ass nigga
On my dick
On some lame shit

faggot

Göin Blacc - (Ft. Fuxkpanda) - (Prod. Wydsonni x Fony)

Lyrics : 

Lil boy you ain’t stopping this
I got too many flows
You talkin yo shit
You just runnin yo confidence
2 on 2 it’s deadly
My gun stay steady
I really be popping shit
22 50 cal
Shit gettin better and better
You know I be toppin it

I ain’t got no competition
Have any bitch I could take on a mission 
And gang lemme know when I got an admission
Bitch you on wait for a hand out
Said u was rich lil boy take a band out
Ion give a fuck
If you sad now
Yo bitch she want me
That bitch getting snatched out

Yeah

Glock on my side yeah you know me
Ion give a fuck, no you not my homie
Only the best
But you fake
For surely
Said that I loved you, but I lied
How tf would you expect me to keep on going
Lil bitch I tried

No Stöppin It - (Ft. $av) - (Prod. Clvr)

Lyrics :

I really get what I want
No I don’t care if you stuck lil bitch
I really went n ran it up
Could if you wanted too
Could get some cheese
Shame on the kid
He got blood
You could get stuck up lil bitch
Don’t push me, test me you ain’t got no luck

Feel like jayce
Got the green tip 556
They all in the front
Gucci, prada, arteryx, celine
I get my bitch what she want
Put em up 17, Glock 19’s
Yeah we be holdin em up
Yo bitch don’t want you
She kissin on me
She just be choosin too front
Can’t ever trust a bitch
Imma be honest
I really can’t give a fuck

Let that bitch know
Who tf I am
No bitch you can’t have my nut
I got my ghetto bitch
Out in the trenches
Yo bitch be hitting the books
This is real life my nigga
I’m with it
You ain’t bout shit you a puss
Let that boy pull up
And see if he different
Shino gon light yo ass up

No Lück - (Ft. Louivshino) - (Prod. Clvr)

Lyrics :

Red dot on yo mans
Take his head off
Living a lie lil bitch
Come show yo bread off
Racks on racks on racks
Know thats bled on
Keep that 30. on my side
Just know it’s slept on

Ion like that beefin shit
Can’t fuck wit you 
for real
Talkin to yo bitch
I made her wet
That’s how it feel
Pussy soakin
Dive up in that bitch
You know it’s real
I be fuckin on yo girl
I’ll bend her over
Shit got killed

How the fuck you talkin to me
When you ain’t got no bands
Fuckin that bitch in the stands
Leavin her bleedin all over her pants
Said the lil hoe got a man
Takin a bullet
To flex on the gram
Choppa gon hit em
Fah Fah Fah
Ion really give a damn

Thinkin you hard
You not though
Takin yo girl
She ride in the tahoe
Bitch I forgot
You not bro
Gangnem slide with that shit
You got poled
I could give fucks bout a bitch
Admit it
Nigga you soft like a taco
Draco hit em
4 times in the back
Leave em lookin like a pothole

Red dot on yo mans
Take his head off 
Living a lie lil bitch
Come show yo bread off
Racks on racks on racks
Know thats bled on
Keep that 30. on my side
Just know it’s slept on

Rëdd Dött - (Prod. Clvr)

Margiela Bootz - (Freestyle)

#memory (takeoff) (joeymixx)

Lyrics : 

He play with me
He might get killed uh
Pussy keep on talkin’
Imma put em in a drill uh
Feel a lil sober
Lemme pop another pill
Steady stackin all my chips
I need a break up all these bills uh

You the type to hate
Then come and rub up on me
Bitch come get a taste
You know I love it mami
2025 this shit major mm
Bullets get to clackin
Hope yo daddy got his pager on eem

That boy was lackin
Got em spilled aye
Took a lil break up off this shit
Was feelin ill uh
Ion fuckin know you
I ain’t trustin all you kids
I-I-Ion fuckin know you
I ain’t trustin all you uh aye

I stay 10 toes down
Till i’m dead uh
Puffin kush up in my house
While I’m laid up on my bed
If he wanna run me down
Tell that bitch go right ahead
I got 2.23s
Loaded up inside my clip uh

Joey that shit ain’t even rhyme

But you know
Im not gon trip uh
Fine shit all up on me
And you know she boutta strip uh
How you 19
But you acting like a bitch uh
Guess that’s just life
I said “It Is What It Is” uh

I shouldn’t have to though
Maybe if you got over that bitch
You wouldn’t act up though
Yeah you drink that pain away
Hope that liver doin’ fine
Maybe next time let me know
So I don’t go and waste my time but

Yeah
Why would you?
You’d get smacked up like a dawg
I’d beat you hard, but not like JuJu aye
Emo bitch look bad as shit
Let her come up off the drank
And slobber all over this dick aye

Told the girl to keep on goin’
Had her screaming out my name
I turned her over, started choking aye
Yuh
Told her
Bitch come take this dick
BK My Influence
Watch me breakin’ in
Yo shit uh

Joey17k!

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