Get Into It (Yuh)

THE S.H.I.T 2 (UNAXKAHUNA) FT ANTOINE

PLAYBOY

tew authentic.

bitches stealing flows they like roger over copy that 
FKN with my paci you will never get yo papi back 
bitches feeling tough and watch they get they eyes coffee blacked 
running shit literally bitches know that’s a fact

I sat-back t watched now I laugh at these hos
bitches been in the game & still stealing they flows
how you still sound a mess but tryna beef with the pros
 imma give these hos a foot & watch em kick for the goal

loui vee onna frames got baguettes on the chain
i only want the M’s like the start of my name
give the talent to the niggas cs THEY all abt fame
btches don’t make no sense ain’t no dollas or change 

yea! face card too valid btch im so solidified 
my bitches is on go and yo bitch never ride
my bitches go and see while yo bitches go & hide
any bitch that disagree really can go and die

took a little break btch my sht still spinning 
so we give props to mez when we talking bout winning 
bitch im feeling too good and i can’t stop grinning
take allat nigga money leave his ass on pending

my bars is real sick so i spit em at hos 
mine deathbed em yours only give ‘em a cold
and im feeling real bitchy call me anna nicole
stop speaking on the past bitch we killing the old

take a look in the mirror that’s my only competition 
still schooling bitches don’t forgot the composition 
bitches still my sons got em asking for permission 
bitches drop sht but don’t nobody listen 

shitting on these bitches and yk that’s per usual 
bitches not spitting real they spit illusional 
bitches cannot rap and that really is proveable 
hammer to the nail like a mfn cuticle
 
bitches faces match they lyrics so yk they both ugly!
bitches really trash and it’s really finna bug me 
fk what a bitch and her friend think of me
20 dollar bill only way he’ll dub me

BITCH!

authentic type of bitch they not sitting at my table 
bitches not ill they mental unstable
wash these hos up then i put ‘em in a cradle 
pulled ya cards right now i’m the bitch that plays em 

get yo money up get yo money up
and i give ‘em good brain get his dummy
these bitches still fat pick ya tummy up
& my pockets eating goof need a tummy tuck 

(outro) and like i said btch my sht still spinning 
broke bitches be mad look at my dollas grinning 
in the mall witcho nigga got em big ball spending 
empty all of the clips then load the extended 
HO!

authentic.

READY, SET!

Written and engineered by Mariko

Chorus:
Big body 
Goat 
New body 
Coked 
These nighas 
Smoked 
Medusa 
Stare 
This that 
There 
Sit back
Chair 


I’m hot 
Steak Philly 
Make money
I’m illy 
I bust a shot up out the cannon 
Get it BUSSIN really 

Bitch I still 
get bread
Pita 
way 
three strikes 
No lines 
Adida way 

They wanted new shit so 
I brought the encore 
I see u bitches niggas 
Fuck I gotta act blind for 
Put the ricks on 
Throw 
Some bricks um
Put yo bitch on 

(Chorus)


You can find in the vip 
Wat they smoking on 
We ain’t selling out 
Always got the chirpers on 
And if you get stupid 
Then we cut the clippers on 
Kawhi Leonard 
Did you niggas even get her 
I got bars 
Like when nigga need a bail out
I got bars 
Hold on 
Let me pull thecell out 
Is ringing 
Tell them 
Nighas Bring the bells out 


I just hopped out the motherfucking mazi 
They be looking for me 
But they cannot find me 
Imma vet up in this bitch 
Kamikaze 
Bitches lack brands 
You ain’t one of a kind 
B’
2030 
Imma take the Super Bowl 
Every tongue that
Speak before me
Death 
Funeral 

I know they mad 
Cuz they couldn’t 
Get the final laugh 
Ain’t sad 
4 disses 
Going out bad 

Got these bitches 
Catfishing 
And that’s even sad 
Keep out ya stupid beefs 
And go get a bag 

I wish a nigga 
Would jump 
Cuz imma handle that 

(Chorus)

Still repping that 
p-rap 
Sexxy plug 
Ain’t no freeze tap 
Sxylk told me 
Eat that 
billy goat 
Fuck a silly ho 
Nighas mad
That’s why they always broke 
I ain’t never need a cheat code
Shark boots
With the peak coat 
iPhone got the pink coat 
Ring ring
Opp
Deep throat 

Glocks out 
Fuck the press say 
12 floor like I’m Jessie (Jessay)

We ain’t kin 
Fuck a ese 
Get u boxed up 
Urn 
T-shirt no pannies 
Got ya momma crying to ya granny 
Had 2 splat a bitch like mayonnaise 

(Chorus)

5500 degrees rmx ft mula.

LYRICS:
im just so pretty, starting shit off
cant let up on hoes I just serve em face, serve them body, serve them waist like bitch I got the hoes for days.

shitting on bitches, been shitting on bitches not on 9-5 but I’m always paid. bitch I’m dead, u hoes decay. dey mug could never see me babe 

woah woah, like woah
bitch could not hear the flow 
bitches knowing shit ain’t juking unless pretty mob put onna show

i mean who else, like who else? I’m looking like no ho 😹😹😹 no way these hoes could compare 2 me I son em bitches hoe’d

bitch is u silly? on my motha. MRS. una they claim, like antoine been the shit, don’t say the name in vein. Even before the fame- even before this reign- these bitches BEEN was trynna keep up , lookin hard to maintain

got bitches stuck they up onna notes, dey trynna come with riddles
i eat em up, bitch I don’t try Imma laugh and I giggle
bitch I’m the 1 but imma ten, u giving penny not nickle 
bitch i be throwing my shit back , when I start smoking a little

HOOK:
ho 
Look at me
throw it
pop it 
ride it, good
HO LOOK AT ME

Ik u watching, like the assignment understood. cannot ho me, DTN. Like Mrs. Wishaniggawould.
he let me dig all inna pack
and lemme smoke up all his woods

Start off with the summary 
that pretty bitches FW me
i FW pretty bitches, pretty bitches always fw me. Cannot wife a nigha, post a nigha, less he fucking me. only way he fucking me, is if he spending racks on me. 

MONEY PLEASE
overseas, bitch I’m growing money trees
look at me, how I ride, spazzing out on any beat

like 

in real life, dese hoes lame and it’s killing me
and - could put u onto real bands if u ain’t fidgety 

retract this 
add this
write it down, that’s mad fish 
put u bitches onto pretty mob, my pretty habits💯

i be blazing up, my eyes be shut behind my
Glasses. My bitch gone get ha nikkah roll the wood it’s looking massive 

bitches gone duck, when we slide
wea is ya guys? summer I’m always outside

high as the fucking riding by, said dey gone try
bitch u a mf lie

ho talking work is it crack? bitch u is cap! nobody can see me I’m fye 

ho- nobody can see me I’m fried, ho the darkness in my eyes.  Ho

HOOK:
HO LOOK AT ME
throw it
pop it 
ride it, good

ho look at me

Ik u watching like the assignment understood. cannot ho me, DTN. Like Mrs. Wishaniggawould.
he let me dig all inna pack
and lemme smoke up all his woods

LookAtMe (Prod. looneyonly1)

Lyrics:


first off fuck yo fagg0t ass daddy 
nigga left u wearing sassy pants
nigga rocking one pair, I swear them broke niggas I barely stand

Nigga think he up, ho I’m the best this nigga had in plan, nigga had it all and now he fumbled like his daddy BEEN PUSSY

who the fuck I took for granted? little fucks I give, wrap yo nigha up, just like his dick or how I do the spliff. running thru the system like the nigga had shoot Up tha shit. Nigga just now realize what type of bitch he fucking with

I NEVA NEED A HANDOUT, NIGGAS STINGY W A PENNY. But I’m quick to keep my handout, automatic NIGHA GIMMIE. I could give a fuck about em, looking 2 the left it’s plenty- other nighas out there spending, so I won’t care if u empty.-

with the pockets, 

neva need a daddy, just the profit. Fuck the gossip, WEA the bands? , dropping bitches pocket watching .
I be picking on u nighas, like they greats did they cotton . 
And 2 U Bitch Ass Lil niggas, u can miss me with the blocking 

To my Opps, fuck the dead ones
ya pops made u dead scum 
 looking at u now, Open book, bitch I read sum . Laughing at u now, like I got u up for ransom. Spinning up on who? Bitch I never let a fed come

oh, about that time of the month , who talking period? I’m sayin niggas gun down at once 

I just- faced bout 457, high off the runtz 
bitch I rap it like I mean it, cuz I am , never stunt

when I come out, clear the ERA bitch you’ll know when I’m done. Falling back off they heads, letting up on my sons. 

how tf she bragging big but bitch ain’t touching the funds?. Outrapped again, by a bitch who rapping for fun. DUMBASS

SHH ! (NARDOMIX)

ion care: youngin, eternal, lee, lewinsky.

Sex say F up on the ID! ✨🦄

Ima lay low after this frfr!

Lyrics: 

Ah me dem call miss likkle miss
Sex say F up on the ID
Know y’all bitches really gag 
When they define me 
And Probably put yo nigga on my EP
TOPPA TOP to these bitches
Dolly to the GP

Ya too stush nigga buss me down 
Hate it when a broke nigga wanna 
Sex me down 
Word to pharell you damn right I’m frontin now
Oh y’all bitches fake deaf bet they hearing me
Now 
Listen 
All you bitches trash 
All they do is fckn litter
And hoe im the shit
Always clogging up the shitter 
Girly in the mug top it off 
With the glitter 
No sex reassigned run up and Ima split her 
Like
Touch me tease me 
Y’all bitches in the booth
Wanna clone me, be me 
I just push my tits up like
Double d me 
Gotta watch my liquor 
They might Cardi b me 

I said I’m miss never slipping
Never lacking
All i hear yapping 
Man hoes ain’t really rapping
Who really talking beef 
Who really gone let it pop off
Who really in the field 
Who really claiming they big dog 


Niggas wanna stress me
He really wanna sex me 
But i friend zoned him 
That’s my booka 
That’s my bestie 🤣💋
Like is yo money good 
Cuz yo convo don’t impress me
When you spend a check 
Only time that you could check me
The fuck niggaaa

Had to come up on the beat show my ass nigga
All these bitches claim bottom 
But they ass lickers 
You can cook and clean down
He still my nigga 
The one tatted cross yo titty 
That be my nigga

Toppa Top

mrs virgo 

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