LYRICS


(Niggas dick riding for real) 
(Pfft, yeah ay) 
(Eish, yho, yho ay, yho, yeah) 


Uh
She think that she hot but that bitch ain't got no bums 
I ride in a SRT cause i know that shit fun 
Nimbus got that taliban and turban, omg! 
I ride in a tonka cause that SRT is parked
Why you serious?
I ain't know you serious
I just thought she joking
Why she acting serious?
Why you serious?
I ain't know you serious
I just thought she joking
Why she acting serious?


Eish
Body fat like a fucken tonka 
Hugo Boss my jean cause my pockets really anchor
Now she give me twins, man i guess i gotta thank her

(Yeah yeah man i guess i gotta thank her) 

Eish
Fitted for myself yes im self-made
Eish 
And she fitted for herself my bitch so great 
But she still fake 
Your blick so fake
That bitch can't even aim can't wait to see how you break


She think that she hot but your bitch ain't got no bums 
I ride in a SRT cause i know that shit fun 
Nimbus got that taliban and turban, omg! 
I ride in a tonka cause that SRT is parked
Why you serious?
I ain't know you serious
I just thought she joking
Why she acting serious?
Why you serious?
I ain't know you serious
I just thought she joking
Why she acting serious?  

taliban & turban, omg! [p. BiggaBeatz]

LYRICS 

Been swag since kindergarten 
Wok wok shawty still got it
Second hand but he still bought it 
Popped a perc’ but i still want it 
Better change your mind ’fore i change my fit
I never strap cause i know im a Jit 
He got the lo’ and he bringing the team
He got the lo’ and he want a assist 
"I am so cold when you touch me you freeze" 
Like my nigga please 
I really got it there’s no need to plead 
I feel like Jack and im planting a seed
Inside your hoe is a lil bit of me
Slapping this nigga i feel like im Smith
I took your girl and she doing the split 
I took your girl and I told her to sit! 
Shawty fell in love with a jit 
Shawty be fucking a jit 
Shawty be wanting a jit
Shawty in love with a (hello) 
Shawty fell in love with a jit
Shawty be fucking a jit
Shawty be wanting a jit
Shawty in love with a... 
Shawty fell in love with a jit
Shawty be fucking a jit 
Shawty be wanting a jit
Shawty in love with a (hello) 
Shawty fell in love with a jit
Shawty be fucking a jit 
Shawty be wanting a jit 
Shawty in love with a (hello) 

tinyman v1! 

Jit [p. CL8ON & REEZY J.]

LYRICS 

Bitch i sagg my jeans around my jits
I rock with my niggas we got fits and we got blicks
That bitch wanting shit she so high tip for all this sip 
She want all the wock
Yeah she sippin' all this vos
Water drippin from my neck 
Water drippin from my wrist 
Water dripping from my bitch 
Water drippin from my... (uh) 
Water drippin from my neck 
Water drippin from my wrist 
Water dripping from my bitch 
Water dripping from my bitch


I took the wock to my stomach, not to Poland bitch 
Talk to me nice when u pull up, or i’ll fuck you bitch 
Rum-pum-pum-pum, ate her bum just like Riri bitch
Hide from the sun like a vamp, i stay solid bitch 
Spin the car and wreck it up cos i know it ain’t mine bro 
Trade her out, i fumbled her i know that she ain’t my hoe
I fuck me a gypsy woman, trade her like an iPhone 
Killer of the season he get lost and i just cutthroat 
Cutthroat! 
Kill ’em like im Bob what the fuck bro?
My bitch rock Givenchy yeah she flyer than me flight mode 
25 money chains, I keep dem hoes tucked close 
Hunnid G’s on his face, soccer players suck bro
You fuck with me bitch?
I fuck on your mum 
Turn you to my side, yeah i turn you to my son
To all my haters, you don’t want no smoke 
Bought a brand new laser, and it got a scope  




 

Vos [p. february]

LYRICS 

Step one when I move I always look behind my back
All these niggas steady faking but I don’t dwell on the past
On the road I always pack it up, that boy follow my tracks
I’m the greatest so I show it off, I cut off all you rats
Smoke these niggas like a gas cloud
Smoke ‘em yeah I’m Cash Cloud
Run up with new shit
Yeah my demons feeling gassed out
Yeah i told my bih, ‘‘Suck me good until I tap out’’
Hunnids in my kicks
I’m walking on my cash now 
(Fa, fa) 
Geeked off of promethazine my drank scientifical 
Geeked off of that HTC my gas feelin’ biblical 
Ah, yeah, it’s feeling biblical

[...] 

Step Two
Too much one hunnids yeah I’m stuffing all my jeans you know 
Pull up with the ciggy, boy I’m dancing with my beans you know 
Everytime a fanatic gon’ give me what I seen bro 
Never forgive, never heal, I’ll see ur ass in hell boy
Switch that shit like Lil Baby, ‘‘me no hablo english’’
Shawty dick riding, dropped my addy and she pinned it 
I drink all my lean, i fill it up, i’ll steady piss it 
Poison in my system I’m a gremlin, I’ll just piss it 
Uh huh (uh huh) 
She thought that we fucking
Bitch I came for head 
Treat her like she nothing but I fuck with her instead 


Step 1, Step 2 [p. CL8ON]

LYRICS 

Too much love for these weak hoes, that love shit got me tapped out
Gave it all, it still ain't work, you ain't worth it but I'm gassed out 
You my home but this feeling gone, I won't feel alone if I pass out 
Tried the long way out, out of this feeling but I can't get out 


Told me "Loving you worth none" 
Tried to change it so it’s worth sum'
All the love that I gave, spat in my face cos it ain't worth none


Puff puff, till I doze off 
Drink, dash, I don't hose off
Pilling all day long ‘till I feel gone, you know how it goes on


Looking right 'cause you left, right? 
Looking left 'cause I was right 
Told me "Shit was just pass time", but I fell in love, that was bad time 


Fell in love with your head
But you fell in love with that bread 
I won't lie, I'll miss the head 
I jus hate I'll miss you dead (huh)


Kill me dead, I'll come back up 
Kick me down but I'm back up
Keep me drowning, float back up 
I'll never need no backup


Fell in love with my lone 
But it hurt when I'm all alone 
I can't even write this song 
'Cause I had to steal this flow (huh)


Had to change my clothes 
Cause I cannot change my hoes 
I can't help but feel alone 
Shit gets deep when u get broke (huh)


Fell in love with a boss bitch 
Fell in love with a top bitch 
Writing songs with no profit, till I fall off, it won't cost shit 


(Huh, huh, huh, huh)


Too much love for these weak hoes, that love shit got me tapped out
Gave it all, it still ain't work, you ain't worth it but I'm gassed out 
You my home but this feeling gone, I won't feel alone if I pass out 
Tried the long way out, out of this feeling, but I can't get out  
Fishing all day long, fishing for the best fish, I can't catch nun
Too much faith in these weak hoes 
Let my heart turn stone cold
Riding round with that blick on
If I catch u, Imma blick on, I want revenge (huh)

2MuchLove [p. omgjubro]

LYRICS

Once he bleedin he’ll know how to act
I know he pussy and he won’t react
Top of you niggas, I’m so helicopter 
I keep it hunna, I’m keeping it fact

Two bands and a young nigga moving
Ten bands and a young nigga boofing
Hunnid racks, no way I’m losing 
Bleed him like pussy (uh)

Haha
Ay

Tell me where you at today
Tell me where my bag today
Tell me where my Activis
(Ok no bap)

Tell me where you at today
Tell me where my bag today
Tell me where my Activis
(Ok no bap)

Box up
Shots off like tequila 
She know Ieen no regular nigga
I pull a four on my niggas
AMG ‘63 bigger

I can’t trust no bitch, I’m bap
I can’t trust no nigga, on fact
Throwing shade cause they know I’m hot
Man I ain’t no regular dot

Jump out the box and I feel like an opp
Jump out that bitch and I’m making it throb
Jump out that pussy, she sucking my cock

No bap she high or sum
She act like mine or sum
No bap she ours or sum
She act like mine or sum

Tell me where you at today
Tell me where my bag today 
Tell me where my Activis 

Tell me where you at today
Tell me where my bag today 
Tell me where my Activis

No Bap

No Bap (p. 1Kana)

LYRICS

Straata x 8

[Verse 1]
I’d be fucking that girl like a skank
Then I’ll run my shit straight to the bank
Yeah, I got me a 6-pack drank
Now these niggas think that I do planks

I would switch on you niggas for zaza
Ain’t nobody here worth my time
Yeah, the money prolong, it speaks 
Ima stretch it out ‘til it whine

Geek all day, I’m productive at night
Only money can seduce me right
If I fuck on your girl tonight…
She ain’t letting you know, that’s right

I got cheese, and I’m letting it reek
Everybody gon’ eat tonight 

[Verse 2]
But…
Everybody getting crushed
Everybody gon’ suck these nuts
Everybody gon’ eat my dust
Everybody getting crushed and shit

Ima keep it a buck
To be honest, I don’t give a fuck
We ain’t aiming for you, so don’t duck
Once I pull that out?
Run out of luck

Kept it motion, I’m never on stop
You want beef, I come serving the stock
That my son, you touch him, you choke
Just like Rodney, I’m looking for smoke

And I’m just like the Pope
I’m the highest in everyone’s scope
Holy one, best believe in that
Ima fuck on yo hoe then step

[Hook]
Your girl’s a freak
Girl wakho i’straata

That ho a freak
She wanna fuck my brother 

She wanna suck my mmata
She must be tripped off zaza

Your ho a freak
Girl wakho gcwel’ i’straata

[Hook]
That girl a freak
Girl wakho i’straata

Your ho a freak
She wanna fuck my brother

She wanna suck my mmata
She must be tripped off zaza

Your ho a freak
Girl wakho gcwel’ i’straata

Straata [prod by. Bainesmns]

LYRICS

(Ah, Ah)
Talk to em Lee
(Ah, yah) Talk to em Lee
(Ah, yah) Talk to em Lee
(Ah, yah) Talk to em Lee
(Ah, yah) Talk to em Lee
(Ah, yah) Talk to em Lee

[Verse 1]
I want the nyuku, the money, the zaka
I fuck your bitch and I send her to straata
She suck my dick, shawty wang tlatsa
Swag on a hunnid, an overly mazza

She suck my dick
She suck my dick
She suck my dick, then she swallow my kids

Smoking on za
Smoking on zaza
Smoking on za till I can’t feel my face

(Hook)
Whole lotta money
Juh whole lotta bidness

Whole lotta money
Juh whole lotta bidness

Whole lotta money (ah)
Juh whole lotta.. ah

Whole lotta money (ah)
Juh whole lotta bidness 

Whole lotta money (Zaka)
Juh whole lotta bidness (Zaka)

Whole lotta money (Zaka)
Juh whole lotta bidness (Zaka)

Whole lotta money (Zaka)
Juh whole lotta.. ah (Zaka)

Whole lotta money (Zaka)
Juh whole lotta bidness (Zaka)

[Verse 2]
Top floor, mafia boss 
You can tell all that shit by the walk

Sippin on lean, on wock
Yeah that Promy my muhfucking thot

I’m tripping, I’m tripping, I’m overly tripping 
I got me five bitches, and four of them kissing

Yeah all of them pretty, there’s nothing I’m missing
I’m fucking your girl, that’s my crush

I got bitches that’s ready to fuck
I got niggas that’s ready to touch 

I’m tripping, I’m tripping, I’m overly tripping 
I’m tripping, I don’t give a fuck

Ah, yah
Ah, yah
Don’t give a fuck

Ah, yah (ah, ah)
Ah, yah (ah, ah)
Don’t give a fuck

Ah

(Hook)
Whole lotta money
Juh whole lotta bidness

Whole lotta money
Juh whole lotta bidness

Whole lotta money (ah)
Juh whole lotta.. ah

Whole lotta money (ah)
Juh whole lotta bidness 

Whole lotta money (Zaka)
Juh whole lotta bidness (Zaka)

Whole lotta money (Zaka)
Juh whole lotta bidness (Zaka)

Whole lotta money (Zaka)
Juh whole lotta.. ah (Zaka)

Whole lotta money (Zaka)
Juh whole lotta bidness (Zaka)

(Ah, yah) Talk to em Lee
(Ah, yah) Talk to em Lee
(Ah, yah) Talk to em Lee
(Ah, yah) Talk to em Lee

hoooolyyyy

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