we gon shoot dat boy and put him up on let go
and i just pack a punched my gun just to get more ammo
this is my show cause im too hot to handle
they just wanna hate so i just made a couple bands bro
cash be stackin and im gon drop it on some lego
my bitch mad because i poured a deuce up in my faygo
10 bowls just to take em too the face now
we gon crash yo party just so we can shut yo place down
bitch sit down
yo ass is a class clown
i stay getting buckets just like NBA splashdown
in a beamer flying yeah we swerving through yo down town
put that pussy bitch to sleep 
he gon need a night gown

they don’t understand 
i been grinding im gon have to cop some vans yuh 
and she pull up with her friends
and im gon kick em out just because i can yuh

and now im geeked up and im watching wrath of man 
i feel like stathom cause how this glock it go blam 
driving through sf it feels like zombieland 
im on the run it feels like catch me if you can yo
my brotha tweaking, yeah he tweaking off them xans bro
i tell myself keep goin when it’s 1oneam tho 
i do this for my friends, cause we can all get in vro
we just popped some shrooms and now we feel like jake and finn yo
and this that new flow 
and this that new dough
and i just bought some fuckin drugs think i need two phones
cause i need more dro
lets hit a score bro
and we gon spin on you wit warthogs like it’s halo

Too Hot To Handle (prod. blckhrt)

trickshot that lil boy and say xbox can u clip that
we gon pull up on him and you know we fuckin spin back
he miss all his shots it’s like he be playing toe tag
i’m gon sneak up on him just like edward up in black flag
riding in a jeep you know that shit it’s gon be matte black
i just wanna rock cause im feeling like im mike jack 
i just poured Bacardi in my mother fuckin sprite can
i been hella geeked cause now im feelin like a caveman bitch
i’m hawaiian and samoan with a mainland fit
and i just popped out wit a K and a coolin kit
chillin wit da bros you know that we be boolin bitch
said you orginal nah you ain’t foolin shit

wit my bitch we steady changin time zones
getting hella notis on my iphone
oh damn boy you broke and that’s my fault?
then you should learn to spit through dis microphone
she don’t like me sipping from the styrofoam
rolled another blunt take it to the dome
scan her cash app then i send her home
never rockin gucci i just buy the chrome

that’s my bro you know that he be guarding me
make that bitch dance like she happy feet
feelin like dexter i leave the scene 
kickin it wit bro when he popped that bean 
snorin wit a bad ho right next to me
they all gon regret it when they slept on me
i don’t wear cologne i just smell like tree
i be spitting bars like bumble bee

Clip That (prod. loxu)

we smokin gas while these bum tweakers smoking fentanyl
i stay rollin hella blunts cause i can’t hit the bong
my girl chillin in my bed vibin to all my songs
stay to myself cause you know that i can’t let em all know 
my bro on go, and he gon make u fold
and you a fuckin clone so what u fakin for? 
actin like u jango so you know we taking off your dome
ask him for a ride so we can geek and then we send him home

pull up to the function and you know that i be rockin chrome
steppin in balenci boots i mix it with the vetements
leanin off the meds it’s lookin like i got a crazy font
my boy tweakin with the gun he gon turn into cheddar bob
but you get shot
yo girl is a fuckin bop
at the door we make it hot
actin tuff you may get popped
you gon run and u get caught 
laser on you got that dot
stackin paper michael scott
feel like Belfort on a yacht

Fentanyl (prod. 333)

i got good ass aim i’m feelin like a vet 
i make the calls i guess you could call me a ref
call it aimbot the way bullets hit yo head
you like spongebob the way bullets fit yo chest
grindin can not stop till all my fuckin dawgs are fed
cause they heard what i said
that we be getting bread
he gon give me cred or else i put his ass to bed now

i’m chillin at my friends house
geeked up watching get out
we always watching shows we tell world that we the shit now
we pop out with them blicks out 
we tell his ass to sit down
we high for our lows and for highs she pull her tits out
we monster house yo crib
we blowin up that bitch 
you can’t hang with us unless you wanna take a trip
that boy he built like kip
so we sock him in his lip
my girl saw the whip you know that shit just made her strip

made a bag that’s light
spend it one night 
popped a molly feel like durden i just wanna fight
im higher than a kite
i can’t tell the time 
my life like a roller coaster they just wanna ride
wassup
we gon spin that truck 
cause we don’t give no fuck
flyin v like mighty ducks 
launch yo ass just like a puck
shotgun now i feel like buck 
you know that i keep it tucked
ran his mouth
he ran his luck
knocked him down
can’t let him up

we got gats and bats that shit just made you shat
yo girl is ugly and she act like a brat
he’s in a frat he’s fat so i don’t wanna chat
shoutout 1oneam i want a foreign not a scat
no way 
yeah we from the bay 
we let it spray
get off your ass and go get paid
yeah for a change
like i said i got good aim
don’t need no range
he a mutt we leave him stray 
we seize the day

We The Shit Now (prod. 333)

we blowing up now i feel like michael bay
smokin blunts with all my boys we get hella baked
we seize the day
fuckin what they say
staying in my ways cause you know this shit not a phase
blast pack got me high feel like raze
pull up with a vandal you know we gon let it spray
headshot hit his face
hittin shots like we in faze
now he hella salty so we bag him like some lays

you are not original all you do is glaze
we flyin down the street steady steady bumpin che
gave myself a raise
im gon break the bank
call me greeny i be smokin and now im in a maze

i call the shots feel like tony im a mobster
my bro always got my back like little monsters
like im franklin im gon slide on you wit chopper
he disrespect me so i leave that boy fostered
feel like uzi cause my money gettin longer
it make me taller
my boys they goin bonkers
my pockets gettin fat but i stay gettin stronger
take the blunt away from him cause that boy he a cougher
we flippin packs hella clients like a law firm
call me babe ruth the way im feelin like a baller
deathly hallows on my chest 
hand tat from dishonored
blow his fuckin legs off now he lookin like a crawler

Michael Bay (prod. mattfoster)

my stroke game better than phelps
you broke and you need help
you should just be yourself
don’t dick ride someone else
pull up with a quickdraw mag
ballista stuck on my back
so much ammo my pants sag
we gon slide up on yo back door
that boy said that he want war
so i’m gon let this choppa roar
poured a four we poured some more
feeling like im jason bourne 
glock shake him up bella thorne
my house gon be by the shore
travel the world go explore
pack we smoke it stay indoor

i change forms like ben ten
off them shrooms my brain is bendin
chillin in other dimensions 
all this dough you know i’m spendin
this ain’t pubg still get chicken
kick her out cause she don’t listen
shoot his ass cause i won’t diss him
you know his mom she gon miss him oh well

sematary fan boy you know he smell
i take cash app i take zelle
wit my bros she hit my cell
got me hooked she cast a spell on me
already geeked but im pourin up lean
crash the whip hop out on feet
rollin with bro when he pop that bean
you gon see me on a screen one day
she like my chain cause the way that it sway
she can tell i’m from the bay
piss me off i walk away
piss me off again you dead
bro popped a perc now he actin sped
we locked in like bill and ted
keep it tucked please do not tread
or we gon dump that boy with lead

she keep blowing up my cellphone
bought her dolce gabbana with the velcro
smokin on good pack keepin me mellow
feel like jake im turnin yellow oh no
all these clones wanna take my flow
wearing all black now i feel like crow
workaholics you know we gon slide that vo 
took a pill like neo now im stuck in slow mo 
new fit so i took a photo
we need more dough
need a four door
check the score bro
you playing with a pro though
smokin on the low low
quit lyin i know yo broke ass can’t afford those
he begging for a feature and a promo
i’ll knock his ass out if he a chomo
that boy yeah he got fomo
quick peak yo head feel like beaulo

Oh Well (prod. mattfoster)

i’m with gang and we swerving in that big body
it’s an A5 audi
what u gon say bout it
swervin in a trackhawk with blades cause we got big talons
wock came in some big gallons
that boy he got fake talent bitch
you know that boy he gon fuckin snitch
we some good fellas we gon throw him in a ditch
i ain’t never give a shit
now she fuckin with the fit
with my bro jackson keeping chopsticks
fuck a 9-5 but i still clock in
heard im making music and that got em talkin 
and i told him lock in
cause he know we ballin
i just made a bag and now we goin all in yo

he off them benzos
and she a fan tho
i got hella fuckin straps i feel like rambo
tony soprano
we got hella ammo
we gon solve the problem yeah we got it handled
get that boy cancelled 
takin down his channel
pull up in some sandals
rockin hella flannels
her ass got some handles
her hips hella narrow
light him up like candle
leave him all dismantled

damn bro this shit is hard
shoutout mattfoster
damn we going brazy

bad bitch coming over and you know she going crazy
her biscuits need gravy 
now she want my baby
i like bein lazy
keep a gun like navy 
they can fuckin hate cause that shit it never phase me
feel like michael jackson they could never change me
that lil boy a troll yeah he look like changeling
he could never be someone why he always faking
smokin while we in the sun why we always baking

feel like jon snow i lead my boys into battle
bad ho ride me like a horse no saddle
getting hella fans like we hearding in some cattle
pulled a fuckin glock on him i pop him like a snapple
lts about time 
that you were put in line
your girl fuckin ugly and my girl hella fine
cause i bagged me a dime
and she gon be my slime
yall be fuckin lucky cause you caught me in my prime

Rambo (prod. mattfoster)

in the maybach dirt colored but the seats vomit green yuh
steady talkin people sayin that im mean yuh
yeah we skirtin when we leave the scene of the fuckin crime
ten bodies like i dropped a dime yuh
like the back of the ten milly
with the switch that like to go stupid silly yeah
suited up like cod
outside yo house i’m in a gillie
so cold i need to thaw
this life we live it gets real gritty

bad bitch up in the crib you know i suck her titties
sliding down your fuckin block we slidin through yo city
travis scott we getting litty 
tiger king play with her kitty
i stay shreddin pop a shifty
no russian i keep like fifty poles
they act like chunk the way they keep on screamin bullet holes
i chase my goals
death hounds we take their souls
i take control of any situation im involved
breaking bad cause we gon get his ass dissolved 
like problem solved
hit him quick no time to stall
he gon trip and fall 
and now he gone
i be fly as hell like spawn

tiger king i’m carole baskin in this fame
like damn it’s such a shame
with all these hours workin still ain’t gettin paid
shits tear jerkin 
couldn’t care you the circus
you the whole fuckin fair

call him spongebob he a square
pierced him up like we at clair’s 
choppin clappin like a snare
got a sniper im so far away you can’t see the glare

nah you can’t see the glare
rockin gucci get some coochie
now they stop and stare
she a witch but not from blair

schedule 1 im passin dope and collectin fees
i be smokin tree
bad bitch all over me
pull up like a director lil bitch let me shoot my scene
feelin like i’m scrooge mcduck cause i stay focused on the green
take a trip down to belize
you know we were never seen
we stay steady eatin good
you at home eatin kid cuisine
i get high as hell lil boy you probably thought that i’m a fiend 

blue benjis yeah these benjis stupid blue
hundred rounds if you think bout makin moves
mask on now his momma missing dudes
spin back make the neighbors hit the snooze
cook his ass up like some fuckin stew
scope on it i can see him clear as noon
they keep screaming baboon
monkey nuts on a ass dude
hollow tips make him pop balloon
they want that but it’s blood feud
gotta slang that dog food

Tiger King (prod. caaprie)

we gon take another trip i need my passport
he could never ride with us you know he need a pass for it
my boy was all down bad so you know i made a bag for him
pull off in a track foreign
we ain’t goin back for him
caught that fuckin weirdo while he chillin in a bad forum
so then we back door him
y’all be fuckin mad borin
we stay steady ballin out cause we be fuckin mad scorin
brought some sticky pack for him
now he fuckin mad soarin

this ain’t cod but i stay packed with hella mags
we strapped
he was in our server kicked him cause he lagged
just smoked another blunt or two that shit got me smacked
need snacks
cotton mouth that shit got me mad
why they mad though?
had this fuckin dream since a tadpole
keep a kill streak got my dawgs in attack mode

this pack got me movin hella slow
i’m proud never satisfied you know that’s the code
all i wanna do is be drivin on the road
with my bros
cannot stop till we doin shows
made a check so then i dropped it on some clothes
im high as fuck and geekin so i hope nobody knows
had to take a couple L’s just so i could grow 
just made another song while we kickin it at joes

she took her clothes off 
just because i showed off
had to make a pass to bro so i told him to go long
geekin im in space it got me feelin like im 
armstrong
book a flight to hong kong
taking shots at bar tops
got a baddie and a hammer like im fuckin shao kahn
im talking glocks boy fold him like a tripod
we make it rain call me zeus imma sky god
i need dough cause that’s all i keep my sights on

Proud Never Satisfied (prod. mattfoster)

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