New Asian prod wilsonfr

[Intro]
Yeah
Huh, yeah


[Pre-Chorus]
I got a bitch and she bad (She bad)
I got a bitch with a bag (With a bag)
Maybe my pockets too fat (Too fat)
Baby, your ass too fat (Too fat)
I'm tryna slide in a jag
Don't know the bitch but she call me Dad


[Verse 1]
Ridin' hellcat man, fuck the lil scat 
I was fourteen chasing that bag
I was fourteen selling 'em grams
Now bitches hit me up on the gram 
Do this shit solo, I don't got no band
But I'm still counting up all these bands
So much cash on me, running out of rubber bands


[Chorus]
I got a bitch and she bad (She bad)
I got a bitch with a bag (With a bag)
Maybe my pockets too fat (Too fat)
Baby, your ass too fat (Too fat)
I'm tryna slide in a jag
Don't know the bitch but she call me Dad
Don't know the bitch but I got her mad
She like "Why you don't text back?"
My bad, I been getting to the racks
My bad, I just been in my bag
I got a bitch and she bad (She bad)
I got a bitch with a bag (With a bag)
Maybe my pockets too fat (Too fat)
Baby, your ass too fat (Too fat)
I'm tryna slide in a jag
Don't know the bitch but she call me Dad


[Verse 2]
It's five in the morning right now
And not gon' lie, I'm just needing that ass
For me she gon' throw that shit back 
She call me up, I make that shit clap
Huh, yeah no cap
On the roads and I love staying strapped
On the roads and we really get back 
Lil boy go check the stats
Nah, you ain't fucking with me
You ain't fucking wit gang
You ain't fucking with us
I'm rocking all black bitch and I'm tryna go hop in a double R truck 
I'ma go call up some bitches to slide and come suck the whole gang up
And I'ma go call up some shooters to slide and come stick your whole gang up 


[Bridge]
Got a problem baby? Tell me what's up 
You know I got all of these drugs
I'm better than all of your plugs 
And I give you good dick, that's a plus 
Give you good dick, that's a must
You know I love that body so much
Pull out the bitch fore I bust
Put out her tongue when I nut 


[Pre-Chorus]
I got a bitch and she bad (She bad)
I got a bitch with a bag (With a bag)
Maybe my pockets too fat (Too fat)
Baby, your ass too fat (Too fat)
I'm tryna slide in a jag
Don't know the bitch but she call me Dad
(Don't know the bitch but she call me Dad, yeah the bitch calling me Dad)


[Verse 3]
Swear I can't relate with these boys, cause they broke
G19, what the fuck I'm gon' tote
Big ass shank, boy you could get poked
Roll up the za, yeah I'm smoking good dope
I could really rap boy, who want the smoke?
I could really rap, just let me take a toke
White fiend off the perc, she gon' float 
Pussy boy told, he gon' sink the whole boat
Man this shit played out and this shit old
Stealing my style and they stealing my flow
Couple hundred for my chain, white gold
Mollys and xans what I been done sold
Tie up her hair and she take away my soul 
No stripper in this bitch but I still got a pole
No stripper in this bitch but these bitches on go 
(Yeah, I got these bitches on go)


[Chorus]
I got a bitch and she bad (She bad)
I got a bitch with a bag (With a bag)
Maybe my pockets too fat (Too fat)
Baby, your ass too fat (Too fat)
I'm tryna slide in a jag
Don't know the bitch but she call me Dad
Don't know the bitch but I got her mad
She like "Why you don't text back?"
My bad, I been getting to the racks
My bad, I just been in my bag
I got a bitch and she bad (She bad)
I got a bitch with a bag (With a bag)
Maybe my pockets too fat (Too fat)
Baby, your ass too fat (Too fat)
I'm tryna slide in a jag
Don't know the bitch but she call me Dad

I Got prod 803yung

[Chorus]
How I got this four turning me down, but I got this ten turning me up?
I ain't pulling out the bitch, like my dick done got stuck
My dawgs really slide and send shots like hockey pucks
Bitches been fuckin' wit me, fucked her before I was up


[Verse 1]
She said "how your cup cost so much when you said it's filled with mud?"
I told the bitch to shut the fuck up cause she really don't know nun
I ain't a sucker, bitch I want the cash, if you want all these drugs
Ain't no outlet in this bitch but the whole gang is some plugs
If I ain't the number one trapper in the room, then just know that I been snubbed
If I'm the highest in the room, cause I'm smoking exotic bud
I don't give a fuck bout shit, I jus hit the shoulder shrug 
Boy you better take that mask off, unless you robbing some
(Take that mask off unless you really robbing some pussy, I know you ain't robbing shit bitch)


[Chorus]
How I got this four turning me down, but I got this ten turning me up?
I ain't pulling out the bitch, like my dick done got stuck
My dawgs really slide and send shots like hockey pucks
Bitches been fuckin' wit me, fucked her before I was up


[Verse 2]
I be selfish with my weed, bitch you cannot hit this blunt
Remember when he called me pussy, now we smoke him like some runtz 
You don't know how many boys I put on, now they making bands cause of me (Yeah)
You done cuffed at thottie, she cannot keep her hands off of me (Yeah)
These hoes falling in love with me and the money that they seen 
Junkie love my dick more then them fucking beans
Serving in the back, yeah I'm tapped in with all the fiends
I don't post on the gram, but all the bitches know me
Love my white hoes so my summer snowy 
Run up one me, I up the stick, I don't play goalie


[Outro]
(I don't play goalie, nah, I don't play goalie)
My boy drive the whip like a fucking stolie
Fucking bitches and making music, this shit for me
(This shit made for me, this shit made for me, yeah, this shit made for me, yeah, this shit made for me, this shit made for me, yeah this shit made for me)

Turning Me Up prod 803yung

YSL Coat ft baandoss & fuckkale

ian even tryna lie to u, 
got a few things ruining my mood,
i’m just rapping on these beats about u,
in my fuckin head i can never forget u,

ian even tryna trip no more,
take my life from me it’s a fuckin sore, 
ian even wanna love anymore,
but this shit is so hard so i’m torn,

ion know why these niggas fuckin hate me,
everyday i’m just livin life daily,
stuck up in my fuckin head onna daily,
and anxiety creepin onna daily,

man these niggas just hate onna daily,
man these niggas just hate onna daily,
man these niggas just hate onna daily,
man these niggas just hate onna daily,

onna daily (prod me)

[Verse 1]
You don't wanna cross me boy
You know that I'm a real risk taker
She bow down, now she on her knees like I'm Jesus, but I ain't her saviour
She be jumping dick to dick, yeah she a hoe, yeah I cannot save her
If I said that I love you, bitch I was lying cause I'm in love with this paper 
I done took the lil boy up on a drill one time
Now I heard he ain't stopping
He wanna see all them bodies dropping
When we pull up, what the fuck popping?
In the trap, hanging with the top shottas
Masked up, yeah we really some robbers
We get back, ain't no 911 callers 
Hell nah we don't call the police
(Fuck the feds, fuck the cops, fuck 12, fuck the police, man fuck all that shit)
(I dont gotta tell you twice bitch)
(Hell nah)


[Verse 2]
God put me up on this Earth to get rich and go fuck your bitch 
I'm tryna fuck two hoes at once 
And make 'em take turns on this dick
We the type to bring 'em guns to a fist fight
Yeah, we ain't goin' for shit
Boy your ass better run like a trackstar, when you hear the sound of that motherfuckin' switch
I done started life bad, but I swear to God, by the end of this shit, I'ma be so rich
I know they fearful now, cause they done see the potential up in the kid
That vest ain't gon' do shit lil boy
We aim for the head, we ain't shooting at ribs
Chopper rip through shit, yeah it hit all your limbs
Flash on the iPhone, we making a film 
Work the bitch out, we ain't leaving the crib 
Work the bitch out, like she go to the gym 
How your ass so fat? But your waist so slim 
Okay, my pockets fat but my arms so thin 
I'm praying to God, cause I know I'ma sin
Take the boy out, like we take the trash bin
Still on the block, with many men 
Cops on our ass, we jump the fence
I'm too street, she don't know what I meant
Leave that boy bleeding, on the cement 
I'm smoking dope, yeah, I don't touch fent
Talking too hot, then to heaven he went
(Talking too hot, then to heaven he went)
(Yeah, pussy)
(Can't even make this shit up)
(Talking too hot, then to heaven he went)

911 Callers prod trilldakid

[Chorus]
Trapping all day up on the block, I really done made a killing
Sleeping on lean, got me wondering when the fuck I'm gon' make me a million
Seen what they did to Thug, gotta think twice when I rap 'bout the killing
My mans said "Ghost you a thug, but you gotta chill out with all the drillings"
Keep my mouth shut, never revealing shit, so the beans never get to spilling
Wondering how I got so many sons but I ain't ever had no children 
Love the money more than her, but I had to lie and say I'm just kidding
She ain't know I used to play the guitar, so I'm good when I strum on her kitten 
I been so out the way like Bruce Wayne, yeah the city thought I went missing
Used to just fuck bitches and dip, now with my bitch I do all that kissing
Bitch treating me like I'm God, she get up on her knees, she the number one Christian 
Foreign engine be roaring, and your lil shit just be kidding 


[Verse]
And this life that I live, this shit a blessing
Money coming in, I don't do no stressing
She look me in the eyes while she undressing
I was humble for a while but now I'm flexing
They don't even know me, I leave 'em guessing
High out of my mind, leaving bad impressions
Fuck a interview bitch, I ain't answering no questions 
And I stay with my glock cause that's really my best friend 
Put the bitch of my dreams up in Celine
(She in Celine)
They ain't show no love when I first came on the scene 
(First came up on the scene)
Now they all come around, they wanna hang around me
(Hand around me)
One credit at the end of my story, and it's just me


[Chorus]
Trapping all day up on the block, I really done made a killing
Sleeping on lean, got me wondering when the fuck I'm gon' make me a million
Seen what they did to Thug, gotta think twice when I rap 'bout the killing
My mans said "Ghost you a thug, but you gotta chill out with all the drillings"
Keep my mouth shut, never revealing shit, so the beans never get to spilling
Wondering how I got so many sons but I ain't ever had no children 
Love the money more than her, but I had to lie and say I'm just kidding
She ain't know I used to play the guitar, so I'm good when I strum on her kitten 
I been so out the way like Bruce Wayne, yeah the city thought I went missing
Used to just fuck bitches and dip, now with my bitch I do all that kissing
Bitch treating me like I'm God, she get up on her knees, she the number one Christian 
Foreign engine be roaring, and your lil shit just be kidding

Turning Me Up prod 803yung

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