LYRICS:

i keep it on me bitch I’m faded they be asking what I got? Bitch I’m sipping onna Fanta they be like I wanna pop.

I’m way 2 sexy ho I’m smelling like Chanel mix with za. Everybody take a stop they breaking necks to see who hot

I want that good shit, type I smell quick, and  I’m making em pay for em, I’m making em weigh for em, I’m making the NIKKAH- spending his wage on em
like fuck. 

Shit ain’t adding up? I use him for the buck And now the ngga looking lost I got em looking stuck. 

I be like shit… I be like shit…
if u don’t lighten up  I’ll let u take a hit u stupid bitch, i be laughing at these NIKKAHs cuz they want me off the rip- But ain’t trynna break no bread or put more diamonds on my wrist  

who seeing me? None of these NIKKAHs doing better. y’all all forgettable don’t count up to my measures. I’m smiling looking in the mirror hoes could never. Ion want no post lil hoe we do not go together  x2

we do not go

they want xex
they want that X in em
And everybody in my face they want some sex in em and all my haters on my shit they want the HEX 

Put the fuckinf X right up on they chest, ho who next? 
bitch get fucking back! WE’ll pull up and go clack! 

All of my NIKKAHs gone spend, all of my NIKKAHs gone ride all of my NIKKAHs gone win 

All of my NIKKAHs gone touch down and break for the kid, count racks and spend it again

All this ass it’s no way 
bitch my waist it’s no waist
bitch they love my whole face 
bitch u love my whole face

all it takes the glare u see my stare they love my whole gaze. Never been a pick me. They just acting like they chose me! Bitch I want my lick back CANT no nigga say they Hoe’d me! NIKKAH in my dms and he trynna see the whole me!

tired of playing with these bitches man I’m tired of playing with these children man I’m laughing at yo pictures bitch I’m laughing at how ya feeling 

i could write it down, I could yell it out I could bang it out but I’m chilling. No bitch ever inna whole world rlly seeing me that’s appealing

like what the fuck 

like cmon bitch be for real 🤣🤣
They insecure and I be knowing 
Like Amanda seales

FORGETTABLE (PROD. Benji Ostentation)

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)

MILAN FW’22

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)

LUV A N!GGA (feat. MariKo)

Lyrics

Inhaling that mist
They sittin there pissed
Trynna get a young man hit
Well tell em they missed
Trynna hit my phone and they talking they shit
But i told em dismissed
Im trynna smoke my dutch
As i Feel the warm kiss
As the smoke hit my lungs
and im Feeling the bliss
And im Feelin my bitch 
As i turn the speakers up
And drown in the mix
Yeah
Minding my business
You mind full of sickness
Trynna better my ways
You not gon catch my ass slippin
Turn up in the city
They turnin up w me
Got ya bitch on my dick
Talm bout how she simpin
Ignore her ass cus im really just trynna sip
And i know how she got some real loose lips
Spillin all my business to the oppositions 
It aint really worth putting myself in that position
You cannot blind me from the mission
Yaint gotta tell me again my heart is full w the scripture 
Mind focused on how imma get out of the system
I rather be alone poppin hella prescription

I prolly die from the drugs
I prolly die from the guns
But lately i just dont seem to give a fuck
We all got the same 24 under the sun
And I be damned if i waste it ian stressin bout nun
My father prolly like son
You fuckin it up
Keep following my footsteps 
You gon end up like me stuck
But i aint really met him so i still dont give a fuck
Imma keep on doing me 
Im on a legendary run
Why they hating on me
Why they hating on the one
Why they speak w no permission 
Got the scene in a chokehold 
They gon lose by submission 
While im just 

Inhaling that mist
They sittin there pissed
Trynna get a young man hit
Well tell em they missed
Trynna hit my phone and they talking they shit
But i told em dismissed
Im trynna smoke my dutch
As i Feel the warm kiss
As the smoke hit my lungs
and im Feeling the bliss
And im Feelin my bitch 
As i turn the speakers up
And drown in the mix

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

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