damage

In that 4 door jeep 
Imma swerve 
she gone wait on me 
She inna rush 
She inna hurry
I ain’t got no ops No more
They all in an urn
rip your brother last I heard 
He inna hearse 

I done put in work
She just wanna earn 
Watch the money burn 
Shawty want a purse
but I gave her percs 
too high off of syrup 
When are you gone learn 

You see vetement on my head
That bout 2 bands onna jacket 
I got Vivienne on neck 
And I got it shoulda tatted
DSM I spend my check 
Cause that’s where my mind been at
She want me i want my ex
But there ain’t no time in that 

04 SB on my feet
balenciaga Jean 
she see bands on me
and now she want everything 

She want everything 
Prada and Celine 
Told her nice to meet yuh
wouldn’t wanna be ya 

Would it really be yeah?
What it really seem yeah
We got a r ps yeah 
tucked under the seat yeah
we got pills n lean yeah
Put em in a dream now 
Hold up who is she now
Push start srt yeah

In that 4 door jeep 
Imma swerve 
she gone wait on me 
She inna rush 
She inna hurry
I ain’t got no ops No more
They all in an urn
rip your brother last I heard 
He inna hearse 

I done put in work
She just wanna earn 
Watch the money burn 
Shawty want a purse
but I gave her percs 
too high off of syrup 
When are you gone learn 

You see vetement on my head
That bout 2 bands onna jacket 
I got Vivienne on neck 
And I got it shoulda tatted
DSM I spend my check 
Cause that’s where my mind been at
She want me i want my ex
But there ain’t no time in that

vet-head

Ball - lyrics


I go walking through the mall
Im like fuck it buy it all
Like my money really tall
Like a center yeah I ball
Hold up now you wanna call
Pull a Bruce I drop em off
Hold up now she wanna slop
I’m like hoe  you needa stop
Got me a ten I needa pop
Gotta machine up in tha car
Hit em with a flash just like a star
Hear a blast and now he die
Too much blood might need a mop
Out of my head I needa stop
Can’t even smoke i needa cop
Put a perc in a drop
In a back sipping wock 
In a back getting top
Matte black track hawk
Like a rocket taking off
All her clothes take em off
And you know the rest though
In my vetements coat 
You can’t find at the store
All that swag you been stole
And that flow you been stole
oh these jeans you wouldn’t know
And these shoes you don’t own
I feel like a rolling stone
How I’m rocked out woah
Get geeked lil bro
Get shot down woah
Pop round get smoked
Got a beam got a scope
Got a bad lil hoe
That want me to go slow
That want me to go slow

ball

balenciaga - lyrics 

(pill)
That hoe wiggin now she turnt up
Pop percs and oxycodone 
Got woes up out in Florida 
Get popped not talking soda
Hit yo head with a floater 
Hold up bae I told ya
They asking what I been on
I need my money Elon
Like I’ll hit you and you’re runner 
Pull up with the burner 
Stepping in the Rick Moncler you ain’t heard of
Rob you for yo Chain 
Bullets to the brain
All that chatting on the net
you’s a bitch is what you saying 
Shooters inna black truck
Watch yo head you better duck
Caught you at the red light 
You ain’t even had none tucked
Like I can’t give no fuck
Watch a body drop
Walk inside of Dover
that balenci what I copped

(vul)
that balenci what i cop, vetements what i cop
fashion habits what i got, i like to flex up like alot
that hoe slimey she gon' drop yo dot, we gon' push up
thats yo hoe but she give mop, yea i got my dick sucked
i play dress-up every week, when i pop out my fits unique
i cant fuck with no damn gnat, these hoes be living in the streets
i wake up and count up cake, yes lil bitch i like to eat
yea my pockets heavy-weight, like this shit is UFC
i live life on dnd dont want no lil hoe hitting me, i just talk to siri the only bitch that hear up
to the racks bitch im married, bloody sippin' mary
yea the rap game i carry, bitch im fly like a fairy
yo hoe ate my kids up like that shit was dairy
we gon' push up on yo block, this shit could get fuckin' scary
dropped a couple bands on clothes, i aint fuckin' worried
cause balenci what i cop, balenci what i cop

(pill)
That hoe wiggin now she turnt up
Pop percs and oxycodone 
Got woes up out in Florida 
Get popped not talking soda
Hit yo head with a floater 
Hold up bae I told ya
They asking what I been on
I need my money Elon
Like I’ll hit you and you’re runner

balenciaga

Ong-lyrics 


Got some pain in my cup
Like I couldn’t fall in love
I do pills and different drugs
I could never feel enough
I get high on styrofoam
Like I know I’m doing wrong
And I know you worried bout me 
But I’m better on my own

She gone wait on me on god
We get money that’s on god 
But my brotha been on fraud
An I bet he get yo log 
Hold up there go me an opp
Watch em flop Body drop 
Get the Glock It go pop 
One shot knock em off 
Play around now he dead 
Ion care what was said
All I know I seen red
Then I caught a fucking head
All the blood that he bled 
All the tears that was shed 
There was pain that we shared 
They wouldn’t know they weren’t there

I know they here me down the street
thats that 4 door amg
thats that big body GLE
Ride smooth you know me 
Hold up now I gotta go
Tell her bye now hit the door
Saw a tear hit the floor 
And she bad but she a hoe

Percs I got Roxy woah 
Bad bitch straight up out of vogue
Margiela Paris my cologne 
She wanna fuck then leave me lone 
She know my music play my songs
She on a roll shell suck my soul
That boy my son he stole my flow
But shit that’s just how life been goin 

Couple racks on me on god 
Couple Percs on me on god 
Not no fish I got that rod 
They gone turn up start a riot
Turn around and hit a right 
Saw that boy and all his fright 
Shot em down up at that light
R I P that boy 4 life

She gone wait on me on god
We get money that’s on god 
But my brotha been on fraud
An I bet he get yo log 
Hold up there go me an opp
Watch em flop Body drop 
Get the Glock It go pop 
One shot knock em off 
Play around now he dead 
Ion care what was said
All I know I seen red
Then I caught a fucking head
All the blood that he bled 
All the tears that was shed 
There was pain that we shared 
You wouldn’t know they weren’t there

getlow - lyrics

(vul) 
Yeah, Yeah
I'm at The Top Floor, I ain't no Top Floor Boss I'm The CEO
I'm Quick to Cut a Lil Hoe off, Drop Her Ass off I'm talking bout DEO
My Twin be towing that 9 when he up fye i bet yo ass get low
I'm in the VIP with tens, when i throw tens i make they ass get low
Lil bitch i aint doing no mall runs im on the web looking for my size in rick
All black lil bitch like im batman, yes lil bitch I'm that man
put yo hand down you aint getting no dap in, I'm getting high off a dab pen I'm getting high off a cart
my twin he a mexican yea, he a narc yall boys be biting my shit like a shark

(pill)
my shooters go far hell put in that work
he put in that patience he put in that dirt
you talking down bad you put on a shirt
im running a play im finna go serve 
if it get slippery im gonna surf
call a new plug I need some more percs
im on a plane we going to turks
need some new drank but whatever works
im feeling like drake i been on my worst behavior
damn
gotta admit yeah I hate her
sorry lil bih im not your savior
rocking all rick I know that they hate us
damn
blew me a rack I got it right back
walk into saks I need a new jacket
snatch it off racks I dont check the tag
shopping at chrome I got me a tat
number nine jeans you see on the tag
throw in that ball let that shit attack
big ass AR im throwing the mag
all these bands on me make my pants sag
all these hoes on me make her ass mad

(vul)
I'm at The Top Floor, I ain't no Top Floor Boss I'm The CEO
I'm Quick to Cut a Lil Hoe off, Drop Her Ass off I'm talking bout DEO
My Twin be towing that 9 when he up fye i bet yo ass get low
I'm in the VIP with tens, when i throw tens i make they ass get low
Lil bitch i aint doing no mall runs im on the web looking for my size in rick
All black lil bitch like im batman, yes lil bitch I'm that man
put yo hand down you aint getting no dap in, I'm getting high off a dab pen I'm getting high off a cart
my twin he a mexican yea, he a narc yall boys be biting my shit like a shark

getlow

lawn - lyrics

(vul)
i been geekin' off a perc hopin' that it work
this hoe grippin' on me hard she bouta rip my shirt
i been geekin' off a perc hopin' that it work
this hoe grippin' on me hard she bouta rip my shirt
i was at the bottom got this shit up out the dirt
i gave people handouts what they give me in return ?
huh nothing, they shit gave me nothing im so fucking use to it that all this shit is numbing
now my fucking lifestyle is wake up get to thumbing
she would never admit it but my music she humming

(pill)
I love percocet it dont talk back it dont hurt me
listen to yourself they gone talk down when you working
I like fine shit she gone top me she been flirting
got her gooey wet you would think that we went surfing
double R my car
my roof it got stars
off the drank im swerving
down the boulevard
chrome my only heart
for my love she starve
hit her with a rubber on she gone tear it apart

(vul)
i been geekin' off a perc hopin' that it work
this hoe grippin' on me hard she bouta rip my shirt
i been geekin' off a perc hopin' that it work
this hoe grippin' on me hard she bouta rip my shirt
i was at the bottom got this shit up out the dirt
i gave people handouts what they give me in return ?
huh nothing, they shit gave me nothing im so fucking use to it that all this shit is numbing
now my fucking lifestyle is wake up get to thumbing
she would never admit it but my music she humming

lawn

In my bag - lyrics

(vul)
i put her on to chrome hearts, put her on channel
im the one who put her on im the one who put her down
put her on to finer things now she like to shop around
im so deep up in my bag, got no time to sit around
im so deep up in my bag, got no time to fuck around

i put her on to vetements, put her on to YSL
my hoe is so slimey her favorite app is telegram, she dont use no instagram
im going in, im going ham
im so deep up in my bag, yea im him i get it man
im so deep up in my bag (6x)

(pill)
I so deep up in my bag
I’m in her throat so she might gag
Tell ha baby oh my bad 
I bend ha over hit her back
She’s like Landon where you at!?
Out the way and stacking racks
Rock Balenci not no Raf 
They see me they’ll copy style
I stay low they wonder why
I could float I’m always fly
Got on Vet as my disguise 
Balenci shades to hide my eyes
I’ll still see right through the lines
You not gang no you not mine
Chopper work you 9-5
If you hiding closed the blinds
I can’t lie I’m not alright
I can’t lie like I ain’t tried
Moncler coat for winter time
In my bag be dollar signs

(vul)
i put her on to vetements, put her on to YSL
my hoe is so slimey her favorite app is telegram, she dont use no instagram
im going in, im going ham
im so deep up in my bag, yea im him i get it man
im so deep up in my bag (6x)

inmybag

pullup - lyrics

(pill)
I just send a hoe to Rock
and she pop me down
Got her sipping on Ciroc
this bitch really loud
Brand new Glock with suppressor
don’t even make a sound
Don’t get shot by lil shhh
I’m just saying now
Chrome on the Glock
Green beam for the dot
Hit you you’ll get chopped
You might die up on the spot
You mi-
You might die up on that shit
You mi-
You might
Squeeze the trigger then see red
We gone pull up in that wraith
They gone pull up inna Chevy
When I pull up best be ready
I ain’t lying when I say I wantcha
Know im slurring on my words I’m on drugs
But you the reason why im saying fuck love

(vul)
bad bitch pourin' up my hi-tech
i got crazy gadgets on me yessir this that high tech
i got so much to see lil bitch i cannot die yet
only eating up the green lil bitch thats my whole diet
i just put her in some vetements
bitch im a whole fein i treat the perc like its some vitamins
choppa get to singin' loud hitting notes like violin
dont play me when im off that loud this shit could get violent
we gone turn his block to scary movie 2 (scary movie 2)
im with my dog bitch yea' Scooby-Doo (Scooby-Doo)
im with fine shit, im like "what it do" (what it do)
she said she tryna eat me up like im some food
We so locked in, yea' we stuck together like some glue
when we talkin' all we talking bout is money moves
my bitch petty, when im mad at her she show me boobs
im in Pari asking all the blokes what it do

(pill)
I just send a hoe to Rock
and she pop me down
Got her sipping on Ciroc
this bitch really loud
Brand new Glock with suppressor
don’t even make a sound
Don’t get shot by lil shhh
I’m just saying now
Chrome on the Glock
Green beam for the dot
Hit you you’ll get chopped
You might die up on the spot
You mi-
You might die up on that shit
You mi-
You might
Squeeze the trigger then see red
We gone pull up in that wraith
They gone pull up inna Chevy
When I pull up best be ready
I ain’t lying when I say I wantcha
Know im slurring on my words I’m on drugs
But you the reason why im saying fuck love

pullup (prod. LJ)

dip - lyrics 

yuh

you dont know real, if it hit dead in the face
i dont have fears i look god in the face (yea huh)
spark a blunt i face it (huh), strain i taste it
freaky hoe up on my body i make her taste it
i been chasing bankrolls, i can make the chase flip
she only get one night, kick her out and make her dip

make her dip (yeah)
make her dip (yeah)
make her dip (yeah)
make her dip (yeah)
make her dip (yeah)
make her dip (yeah)
make her dip (yeah)
make her dip (yeah)
make her dip (yeah)

you dont know real, if it hit dead in the face
i dont have fears i look god in the face (yea huh)

yea huh
yea huh

you dont know real, if it hit dead in the face
i dont have fears i look god in the face (yea huh)

wya - lyrics

hey these hoes just wanna fuck
She want me pull up
Told her hold up where you are
You see number nine my jacket
Hoping out a scat
This hoe worried bout too much 
I’m worried bout my racks
Worried bout my cash
Worried bout my stacks
I been busy running up 
Yall wonder where im at 
She worried where im at
Want me to text back
This hoe worried bout too much 
I’m worried bout my racks
Worried bout my cash
Worried bout my stacks
I been busy running up 
Yall wonder where im at 

She said hold up where you been
I been stacking bands
Don’t need no advance 
These Rick O. not no vans 
My shirt came from Celine
Lil bro got a liter 
Hold up what you need
We got everything 
Yo hoe wearing shien 
My hoe got on fendi 
Model runway shit
She got on yo rent 
Yeah put her inna Benz
That shit paid not rented
Pull off fancy 
That shit makes no sense
That shit makes no sense 
Brand new fashion brand new fit
Brand new Vetements from saks fifth 
Brand new truck a brand new whip 
Pull up Enfants Riches Deprimes
She been acting trim 
She could run her mouth all day 
but she knows who it is
On my boss shit
She’s so bossy 
She’s so toxic 
I need more roxy 

hey these hoes just wanna fuck
She want me pull up
Told her hold up where you are
You see number nine my jacket
Hoping out a scat
This hoe worried bout too much 
I’m worried bout my racks
Worried bout my cash
Worried bout my stacks
I been busy running up 
Yall wonder where im at 
She worried where im at
Want me to text back
This hoe worried bout too much 
I’m worried bout my racks
Worried bout my cash
Worried bout my stacks
I been busy running up 
Yall wonder where im at

(pill)

aha
I got drkshdw my kicks, she wanna come get rich
she don't want no broke boy, she don't want no bitch
lil bro got a button on it, lil bro got a switch
we ain't grow up playin with toys, we was playin with sticks
I'm in new York ballin now, something like the knicks
when your gone she'll hit my phone, I'm the one she miss
I just roll another blunt, I cant even trip
and I roll another one, get high like a blimp
money, bitches, baby girl just might think that I pimp
you think that you saw it all? you ain't get a glimpse
I done got my cheddar up, I know that you pissed
and if you gone go tell me something say it with your chest
b'cause everyone just want it all and dont wanna take the test
cause this shit really do get hard you gotta try your best

I got drkshdw my kicks, she wanna come get rich
she don't want no broke boy, she don't want no bitch
lil bro got a button on it, lil bro got a switch
we ain't grow up playin with toys, we was playin with sticks



(Vul)

I got vivi on my wrist (ha ah)
when I'm feeling down, roll me up a spliff (ha ah)
Bitch I'm in your town, hit me we can link (yea uh)
What's that in my cup? lil bitch this that pink (ha ah)
She told me kick the cup, bitch I can't not give it up 
She a quiet one, in the bed she slut me up
I'm feeling deviled up, in that demon fuck it up
We got Sticks, we got chops
We got Dracs, for your top
Fuck 12, free lil top
Free out jeff, free the mob
Bad hoe said she got friends, throw my twin that fucking lob (ha ah
I can't fuck no fans, some yall bitches fucking chopped (oh oh)
Dont hit my DM with bullshit, your ass gone get blocked (ha ah)

"I got drkshdw my kicks, she wanna come get rich
she don't want no broke boy, she don't want no bitch
lil bro got a button on it, lil bro got a switch
we ain't grow up playin with toys, we was playin with sticks"

I got drkshdw my kicks
she wanna come get rich
she don't want no broke boy, she don't want no bitch
she don't want no broke boy, she don't want no bitch

drkshdw x vul (prod. LJ)

wit my fye
got- got my Bic and got that 44 by my side
I got racks they coming in and I don't try
I get- I get fly I'm on a beat wit Boolymon
I get fly I got on Vet
got yo hoe up in the spot n she want sex!
but my hoe she call my phone n she upset
too much drank I can't remember what she said
what she say?
hol up where you been?
lit wit model bitches
had to tell her bring a friend 
you aint talking money then I leave yo ass on read
pull up like sahbabii did n pull up wit ah stick

she dont- she dont really fuck with me
she just been fucking wit my wallet
I cant give her nothing, no I cant give her a single dolla
I spent like 5 racks today, yeah I was in Balenciaga
I was broke like yesterday, now I wake to 2-3 commas

Rick owen on feet
issey- issey on my jean
I got ERD my tee
yeah I promise this not cheap
so many clothes from overseas
so many flows up on this beat
so many hoes and one of me
so many roads I wanna see
Pull up in my Jeep
We got ARPs
Pull the trigger squeeze 
see the flash say cheese
they dont wanna bleed
they gone wanna be me
got her on her knees
she want suck the D

I aint know what to say
know my mind just be on pape
dont know the time I know im late
onna top floor im eating steak
dont know no friends I know they fake
everyone sharks no this not bape
got out my feelings and got in the bank
counting my bread up in the safe

wit my undercover bag
she want me she bad
we just ate at Nobu now we on the way to saks
pull off then I blast
left her in the past
now she mad as fuck because I will not text her back

pop out wit dem guys
rocking number nine

yeah im wit my fye
got- got my Bic and got that 44 by my side
I got racks they coming in and I don't try
I get- I get fly I'm on a beat wit Boolymon
I get fly I got on Vet
got yo hoe up in the spot n she want sex!
but my hoe she call my phone n she upset
too much drank I can't remember what she said
what she say?
hol up where you been?
lit wit model bitches
had to tell her bring a friend 
you aint talking money then I leave yo ass on read
pull up like sahbabii did n pull up wit ah stick

fly (prod. boolymon)

aint no game ill crushing blow
you needa watch out for yo ho
you needa watch out for that bag
for I bust down through that door
we gone pull off in that black
I needa pull out some more cash
all these haters on my dick
I been puttin belt to ass
like balenci my boot
I need - I need all the loot
how its 2025 and you still aint got no tool?
bro that shi really sad
I could really laugh
pull off in that SRT I did the digi dash

twin gone- twin gone blow the switch
he might turn yo ass to swiss
you my son you a bitch
got yo shorty on my dick
I just let her hold my blick
I just let her on my tip
now she suckin like a tic
she gotta hold on me like a grip

told her hold up we might swerve
I get- I get fly like birds
once she saw my wallet
now she want a brand new purse
I done- I done dropped a perc
I'm wondering if it'll work
I was jus here coolin
now im floating off the earth

hold up where you going now?
they want me to turn around
I been going up while I
leave you on the fucking ground
you aint funny yous a clown
you aint said nun you jus loud
its 2025 I thank god they play my music

aint no game ill crushing blow
you needa watch out for yo ho
you needa watch out for that bag
for I bust down through that door
we gone pull off in that black
I needa pull out some more cash
all these haters on my dick
I been puttin belt to ass
like balenci my boot
I need - I need all the loot
how its 2025 and you still aint got no tool?
bro that shi really sad
I could really laugh
pull off in that SRT I did the digi dash

2025


gave you chance on chance on chance and they told me to stop it 
I put bands on bands on bands and fell in love with profit
dont want smoke he dont wanna dance he dont wanna go and pop it
brand new coat was made in france some shit you cannot cop yet
yeah, they wanna go and copy 
brand new drank you cannot pour imma sip in public
this some shit you cant ignore I got your shorty blushin
once I get her out that door imma have her gushin
they wont- they wont go to war have those ARs bussin
pull off we gone floor it hear that engine roaring

she like my wax hedi jeans she got my music repeat
balenci to hibachi I walk in they pull out my seat
I was in that V I P like you know me that P I M P
I already got the ball im ball hogging shi you cant get this from me
I got my demons on call they wanna go brawl put em in misery
that shit will never get solved I put it on god that boy is a mystery
this my first time in her house im deep in her mouth something like listerine
I grew up in the south if you running down  you turnt into history

gave you chance on chance on chance and they told me to stop it 
I put bands on bands on bands and fell in love with profit
dont want smoke he dont wanna dance he dont wanna go and pop it
brand new coat was made in france some shit you cannot cop yet
yeah, they wanna go and copy 
brand new drank you cannot pour imma sip in public
this some shit you cant ignore I got your shorty blushin
once I get her out that door imma have her gushin
they wont- they wont go to war have those ARs bussin
pull off we gone floor it hear that engine roaring


copy

lyrics soon felt lazy just enjoy the song

stars (prod. LJ)

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