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Yunme oh my god

Bitch my wrist on island
Japan 
(yeah yeah Japan)
Boy broke as shit
No bands
(yeah yeah he don’t got no bands)
Bitch my circle small
No friends 
(yeah yeah fuck em’)
But my bag like a tower in france
(yeah yeah count it up)
I just got the bread
Baguette 
(baguette baguette)
I just chopped the bitch
Got neck
I just cut the bitch
Who next
Me and my slime
We peel out need kleenex
 
And my nigga kill uh huh
Bitch we ready yeah uh huh uh
Pull out then pull off
Don’t want no baby
Uh uh nigga don’t want no beef
Don’t want no freddy
And I peel out and then 
I fuck your baby 
And I peel out and then
Come fuck your lady
Off a pill yeah yeah 
I fuck your granny 
Yeah my money uh uh
Huh that shit granny 
Yeah got my sauce
Yeah shit gravy
That bitch got me 
Rock hard like it’s granite
Yeah bitch Im high as hell
Could fuck the planet
My colonge YSL 
I know you smell it
I don’t pick the roxy up
My boy he mail it 
(yeah my boy he mail it)
Nah we don’t talk to jakes
My boy don’t tell it
(yeah fuck 12 fuck cop)
I just pop pill huh
Got drugs my belly 
(yeah pill pop pill pop)
She undo my belt huh
She wanna feel me
Told my boy I ever change
He better kill me

(Uh huh Uh huh)

She hit my beep
She hit my tele 
I been the shit
Since I came out
Ain’t shit you can tell me
Hop in this shit
I’m spinnin’ out
I needa’ helmet
Been on drugs 
for like four months
Nah I can’t help it
Yeah I stunt
But I don’t trick
Lil’ bitch Im epic
Lil’ bitch I step
Yeah my boy step
He gonna up it
Put that stick 
In that nigga ass
That boy a muppet

epiKk (yunme)

Yunme oh my god

I drop the blunt
But ion’ ever
Spill my cup
Counting rackaids
I could never get enough
Call me rackman
You won’t see me 
When I’m famous
And this smith stainless steel
Talk that shit imma bang it
You ain’t feed your gang
Yeah you going through
A famine 
Bitch I just trust my gang
Yeah and I trust my family
And I took a piss test
Ha, bitch you know I failed it
And I beat your bitch best
Huh, yeah she actually felt it

I just took a RP
In my belly I can feel it
Choppa shoot a oopy
Make em’ bald
Makaveli
Nah, you can’t stop me
Nah Nah Nah 
They not ready
Imma rockstar fiend
and I think she want
my baby
RP in my belly
I can’t wait til
I feel it
Took 2 pills with the reef
Had me jumping on the ceiling 
I’m the shit yeah yeah
Nah Nah Nah
They not ready
Imma rockstar fiend
and your bitch want
eat my baby

I’m sober
I’m Sick
Hitstick Hit
Mud my piss
Mark my words
Dirty blick
That choppa hit
I been the shit
since my hair was red
Speak on Roxanna
That boy he dead
That go for Elanie too
Want matte black 
The coupe
Bitch i’m the master my cult
Want it to match with my coat
Burberry be the quilt 
I hit the bitch she kneel
Hammer the bitch she nail
I put my cock in her mouth

I just took a RP
In my belly I can feel it
Choppa shoot a oopy
Make em’ bald
Makaveli
Nah, you can’t stop me
Nah Nah Nah 
They not ready
Imma rockstar fiend
and your bitch want
eat my baby
I just took a RP 
Had me jumping on the ceiling 
I just shot a oopy
made him bald
now he krillin 
I’m the shit yeah yeah
Nah Nah Nah
They not ready

rcKkstr fiend (yunme)

Lyrics

I love my twin
I love my twin
That bitch my twin
That bitch my twin
I love my twin
I love my twin
That bitch my twin
That bitch my twin
I don’t know what love is
I won’t pretend 
I wont pretend 
But we know what bands is
Lil bitch we spend
Lil bitch we spend

He got smoke with the guys
Bitch we spin
I ain’t been this high
Not in a minute 
Nah I ain’t like these other niggas
I think she like me cause I shit on niggas
She not wifey yeah she know better
It’s getting cold I bought a louis sweater
Me and these bands bitch we go together 
I don’t make friends that’s just in my nature 

I turnt 6teen got sum bands
So imma do that til the end
Run that shit up with my mans
Run that shit up til the end

I love my twin
I love my twin
That bitch my twin
That bitch my twin
I love my twin
I love my twin
That bitch my twin
That bitch my twin
Now I don’t know what love is
I won’t pretend 
I wont pretend 
But we know what bands is
Lil bitch we spend
Lil bitch we spend

twinn p @ohissmcqueen

That bitch she bad
Brown like hash (skrt skrt)
Hop in the coupe
Bitch don’t crash 
We got money 
Did it fast
I don’t love hoes
These bitches fast

I don’t stress about shit
Surround myself with money
I don’t trust shit
These niggas acting funny
Slime hit his shit
Nigga nose is runny
Slime hit his shit
Told you ain’t no running

He ain’t been sober
In a minute 
I told your bitch
About rockstar living 
We pour up mud
Wockstar living 
Was talking shit
Now he ain’t living
I ain’t sentimental 
For none these bitches
She gave me mental
Tryna get these riches
What’s on my head?
Tryna get these bands
Remember we ain’t
use to have shit
Since jit kept my head down
Never ever been a bad kid
Speaking on the gang no
Choppa about hit a backflip
Bout to get my bands now
Whole different tax bracket 
Got a bitch she classy yeah
I can’t fuck with a rachet
Both my boys from St. Louis
Bitch I hang around bad kids
I don’t even speak on shit 
No more I just let it happen
I don’t even want that bitch
No more but I let her have it

I don’t stress about shit
I Surround myself with money
I don’t trust shit
These niggas acting funny
Slime hit his shit
That boy nose is runny
Slime hit his shit
ain’t no running
I don’t stress about shit
Surround myself with money
I don’t trust shit
These niggas acting funny
Slime hit his shit
That Nigga nose is runny
Slime hit his shit
ain’t no running

money house 2 (yunme)

6am

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Higher than a bat
I’m in my head
So fucking trapped
We play with bands
Lil bitch we stack
I’m beating your bitch
from the back back
Higher than a bat
I’m in my head
So fucking trapped
We play with bands
Lil bitch we stack
I’m beating your bitch
from the back back

Back slatt count racks
Hat go blat 
got a opp he dead
Fly like drac
Imma vamp 
No all black
2k on drugs 
Made it back
Same day
Same bitch 
Thats your bae
She take nut to the face
Imma play with the ball
I pour up no chase
Wanna fuck with the gang
Wanna fuck with the dawg
We keep them choppas
Then sticks built like logs

Higher than a bat
I’m in my head
So fucking trapped
Count it up
We play with racks
I’m beating your bitch
from the back back

Yo in my head
Yo in my head

Hop in a skrt skrt ok
She wanna jump up
On me play with birds
Like like Drake 
I step out in ???
Fuck a bitch 
She fancy
In my jeans
Like balmain 
We on gas
No cocaine 
She suck up
She blow brain
Slatt he pull up
Blow brain 
Slatt he pull up
Blow range 
Bro don’t make me 
Get bro
Bro don’t make me
Get pole
He serving js
Get cole
I made some plays
On your hoe
I cut these niggas
Not woe
I’m slimin niggas
Not bro (ack!)

Higher than a bat
In my head
So fucking trapped
Play with bands
Lil bitch we stack
I’m beating your bitch
from the back

Back slatt count racks
Hat go blat 
got a opp he dead
Fly like drac
Imma vamp 
No all black
2k on drugs 
Made it back

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