ALL NIGHT (feat. Yung D)

plop type beat (feat. Molliwhopin)

Run It (feat. Kyromi)

tomgun (feat. Molliwhopin)

alla dat (prod. me)

lyrics:

shawty wanna fuck
sha—
shawty wanna fuck

shawty wanna fuck
bet that paycheck looking ruff
told that bitch to Hit me up
but her phone will never ring

(yo) ring ring,
(yo) ring ring

ten bands just to tap
told her what the fuck is that
never told her name
she only fucking for fame
i bet her friends do the same
some shit just don’t ever change
she treating life like a game
like everyday was a gamble

shawty on pills, look I’m just keeping it real
signing on deals some shit that you’ll never feel
(fuck) ima go crazy like I did on plop type beat
gotta keep it freaky so these labels don’t like me

shawty wanna fuck
sha—
shawty wanna fuck
shawty wanna fuck
sha—
shawty wanna fuck

shawty wanna fuck
bet that paycheck looking ruff
told that bitch to Hit me up
but her phone will never ring
shawty wanna fuck
bet that paycheck looking ruff
told that bitch to Hit me up
but her phone will never ring

left her a note, but she never did call back
that bitch is hoe, she leaving just so she can call back
sold her pussy for dough I know her mom would have a heart attack
she a big ole bitch 
big titties
big waste
no face
how that dick taste
she be living pay to pay

shawty wanna fuck
sha—
shawty wanna fuck

shawty wanna fuck
bet that paycheck looking ruff
told that bitch to Hit me up
but her phone will never ring

(yo) ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring
(yo) ring ring ring ring ring ring ring 

she a big ole bitch 
big titties
big waste
no face
how that dick taste
she be living pay to pay
she a big ole bitch 
big titties
big waste
no face
how that dick taste
she be living pay to pay

ring! (prod. cmwbeats)

lyrics:

kickin it loud with a real bad bitch
send me a beat ima steal that shit
give me a beat ima kill that shit
big ass bag ima reel that in
made no money from making fat bitch
she wanna pay just to get bad dick
she want e sex 
got these preset
set to place where the bars can eject
dick stretching out from mars to venus 
bitch still callin tryna get some penis
yuh
and she mean it
last time we talked she was dryer than Egypt 
tryna get wet tryna lie to see shit
how could I lie she devised the meanest
I mean 
that grass was green
she showed me what ive never seen
tryna figure out what that meant to me
left me floating for centuries

all these motherfuckers gonna die
plop gon reach the sky
he waiting for the night 
till he can take flight

all these motherfuckers gonna die
plop gon reach the sky
he waiting for the night 
till he can take flight

im looking for that chocolate star
in the night time
knowing I won’t make it far
before I die

i don’t ever wanna struggle
but I think my life’s in trouble
and I really need to talk to someone, now
i was talking to the devil
and his pitchfork popped my bubble
i don’t think i want to be here, any more 
im torn between life and death
rapping ain’t nothing but a mic check
spent her whole life for some light sex
staring at my phone, i might text

was gonna go to hibernation
but fuck waiting
gotta get this music playing
no money saving
big bitch that be craving 
my determination
im just trying shock the nation
with the shit I’m saying

i don’t ever wanna struggle
but I think my life’s in trouble
and I really need to talk to someone, now
i was talking to the devil
and his pitchfork popped my bubble
i don’t think i want to be here, any more 
im torn between life and death
rapping ain’t nothing but a mic check
spent her whole life for some light sex
staring at my phone, i might text

chocolate star (prod. Tyson Apollo)

nasty! (prod. cmwbeats)

wake up (prod. Bo Jack)

lyrics:

I want to fuck and this bitch gon nut when I’m taking her clothes off
She melt like a Klondike 
I got harddrive 
I had a hard time
Cus you a dyke, bitch
You is a pike, fish
Stay away from sucking dick
I had 200 dollars just to spend it quick
This bitch calling my phone she could probably quit

Yuh yuh yuh yuh
Bank account to full for all these bitches now
Finna blow like Hiroshima in my town (Ay, Ay)

Can’t fuck no ugly ass bitch
She got a ass but a harry as clit
My jokes hit like a brick 
Make your bitch wanna come bebmy babysit
Better call that lawyer
Baby I’m brick up and it’s for ya 
Let me control ya
There’s no rules is California

If I catch a sentence
just know that I probably meant it
Fuck up like my mind demented
Don’t come back cus I crave repentance
Too broke for all the losers
Keep that life and you stay aprentice 
Make beats that make me clueless
Then I spit ass like I’m at the dentist 

Baby, what you gonna do for me tommorow
Baby, I can’t have no love without you
Baby, what you gonna do for me tommorow
Baby, I can’t have no love without you
Baby, what you gonna do for me tommorow
Baby, I can’t have no love without you

How could you know?
All that I know is fucking these bitches and fucking these hoes
Stay making money from working at home
I stay with the heat I’m melting the snow
Yo, shawty put them checks up first
Baby up next, put them racks up first
shawty put them checks up first
Baby up next, put them racks up first
Too many vibes, too many motels
You in the car when I’m in the hotel
I was just keeping it clean
You was just here saying keep it a bean

not good try again

lyrics:

She call me baby
They call me crazy
One of kind you cannot replace me 
Hate me, you do not phase me 
Moving like Micheal Jack in the 80s
Lil bitch hit this back in the cedes
I, I, I wanna love you
I was baby, didn’t know shit but I’m giving it lately 
You cannot save me, bottles and bottles i started to change (what?)
Wensday im payed headed straight for the bank
200 cash it was gone the same day (yeah bitch)
Nowadays im having dreams of LA
I just repeated all that yesterday (yeah, fuck)

Hold up, what’s your name
What you know about some money in a briefcase 
I was fucked doing triple on the freeway
Telling myself she don’t love me (talk it)
Was a test so it don’t matter anyways
Looking back that shits all fuzzy (yeah talk, talk)
Oops, you did it again 
You get lil nervous 
hit that pen
You feel malnourished
sleep again
You want to fucking die
What the fuck

Yeah (die, die, die)
Yeah (die, die, die)
Yeah (man she don’t love me)
Yeah (man she don’t love me)

Man she don’t fuck with me
Wouldn’t fuck with me either
I’m a fucking cheater (you’re a cheater!)
I’m a no good douchbag, money leacher 
Old ass gum found on the bleachers (yeah, oh)
Speaking of bleachers, fuck my teachers
And fuck school too Im a fucking genius
Ima stay preaching, tugging on my penis
Fuck yall too till I’m on Fucking genius
Still a kid but if I curse I mean it (yeah)
Guns don’t help when a persons bleeding
Baby If it’s bleeding ima fucking eat it
(Shut the fuck up stop lying!)
This shit do get personal 
I don’t know what ima do if this don’t work at all
Gotta keep it rolling like a fucking bowling ball
I don’t want a girl because I’m scared of broken heart

Straight out the womb, I always knew
I’d make a hit from a screen in my room
Half of my paycheck go straight to my shoes
Whipping in il relie on a Cruze
Living in hell even beggers can’t choose
This the age, it’s war or you lose
Go to the courts with warrior shoes
There’s blood on feet, courier news
Go to the beach find cornier dudes
To me, this is a regular Tuesday
Recently it’s all been doomsday
I don’t care you say
I been stuck in a few places
Hard to wake up for a new day
Left food on my dinner plate
Cus as of late I ain’t been okay
Yeah I sin okay need to Ventilated
Worries been too heavy
Yeah I’ve been through this already
I don’t know where I’ll be heading 
Just make sure I’ll be ready don’t 
Die, die, die, die

This shit do get personal 
I don’t know what ima do if this don’t work at all
Gotta keep it rolling like a fucking bowling ball
I don’t want a girl because I’m scared of broken heart

Straight out the womb, I always knew
I’d make a hit from a screen in my room
Half of my paycheck go straight to my shoes
Whipping in il relie on a Cruze
Living in hell even beggers can’t choose
This the age, it’s war or you lose
Go to the courts with warrior shoes
There’s blood on feet, courier news
Go to the beach find cornier dudes
To me, this is a regular Tuesday
Recently it’s all been doomsday
I don’t care you say
I been stuck in a few places
Hard to wake up for a new day
Left food on my dinner plate
Cus as of late I ain’t been okay
Yeah I sin okay need to Ventilated
Worries been too heavy
Yeah I’ve been through this already
I don’t know where I’ll be heading 
Just make sure I’ll be ready don’t 
Die, die, die, die

I'll Be Ready

*ON ALL PLATS* 

lyrics:

Moving like you really gonna do that
He just took a shot all these bitches don’t know him but
He gon let it slide, put the bagel in the toaster
Known her since he was working on these po—

I'm jumping out the posters
I’m jumping getting closer
Tryna keep it frank but I do not want your ocean
Jumping getting motion
Please don’t let me fall
I'm getting paranoid I write my feelings on the wall
Popping these pills that be taking from my lifespan
Keep them on the nightstand
Wish I wasn’t like that
My bad, I’ve had thoughts of a psychopath
I’m just tryna make a bag
When all these bitches pay for fans
Maybe I’m not made for that
Maybe I’m not made for this 
I just want the credit it ain’t all about the paper bitch
I just want some fans didn’t know I had to pay for them
Any fucking artist get some money they a raper man

Spend some money or you saving it
working all your life how come you ain’t made shit
You got nothing to show it’s not your fault 
Gotta get them jumping at the shows, heart stops
You moving in the wrong direction
Who the fuck are you to give me false ass suggestions
I told them stop the aggression
Pick up a pen give the people a message

Moving like you really gonna do that
He just took a shot all these bitches don’t know him but
He gon let it slide put the bagel in the toaster
Known her since he was working on these posters

Cash coming in
Still I’m growing up
Education make me loose my patient gotta focus bruh
Got a double cup
Probably fucking up
Gotta toughen up
Tryna get a girl but love is tough
Untouched by the devil
Wanna die, grab a shovel
Put the petal to the metal
Earn a metal boy you better
Born to breach boy you better be the best ever
Trend setter
better blow their minds with every single letter
Got the bar set high
Write bars get high (one of the best)
Spit shit till I die
Shits sick don’t lie
You ain’t ever seen a motherfucker like me
Just wait all these people gon  be like me (the best to do it)
Music makes me confident cus it’s my providence
Probably since all these other rappers always call it quits
Too white to be a balled out bitch
I’m all bout this
Left you for a balled out prince
Smart ass bitch
A bad ass clique
Do bad ass shit
Your bad ass bitch
Sucking some bad ass dick
I’m bout that bitch (that’s right)
I do that shit
I screwed that bitch
I’m new at this
But good as shit 
You knew that bitch

Cash coming in but it’s all coming out
Had a mental breakdown put some tear up on my momma couch
life had to teach me what this songs about
Now you bumping it and you don’t know how it sounds without
Blood, sweat, tears, fears
Knowledge that you kept from your peers for years
And now it’s feeling like the end is near (the truth)
So let it unfold you let it on for years

Spend some money or you saving it
working all your life how come you ain’t made shit
You got nothing to show it’s not your fault 
Gotta get them jumping at the shows, heart stops

Plop

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