Lyrics: 

[Intro]
ey, ey, ey (Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

[Chorus]
Shorty too bad, I might need me another one (another one)
Fuckin' her friend, now she call me the troublesome (troublesome)
Hop out the jet, countin' racks by the hunnid sum (racks)
Talkin’ that flex, but they know they ain't one of us (nah)
I get that check, then I run it up, run it up (run it up)
Drip like a faucet, my diamonds just flooded up (flooded up)
Shorty get nasty, she eat it up, eat it up (eat it up)
Hop in the Lam’ and I speed it up, speed it up (skrrt)

[Verse 1]
She in the back of the Maybach (Maybach)
Told her sit back, let me lay back (lay back)
I ain't got time for the chit-chat (nope)
50 round drum make 'em zig-zag (brrr)
Shorty want love, but I told her relax (relax)
I ain't no hubby, I’m stuck in these racks (racks)
She throw it back, make it clap-clap (clap)
She ride the wave like a jet-ski attack (whoa)
Walk in the club, I don't look at the tag (nah)
Spend what I want 'cause I get it right back (yeah)
Hundred on chains, and they sit on my back (ice)
I mix the Wock' with the Sprite and the Act (woah)

[Pre-Chorus]
I just need racks, racks (racks)
Shorty got ass, ass (ass)
We in the back, back (back)
I hit the gas, gas (gas)
They throwin’ shade, they mad (mad)
I ran it up, too fast (fast)
Diamonds be hittin’, they flash (flash)
Too many baddies, they clash (woah)

[Chorus]
Shorty too bad, I might need me another one (another one)
Fuckin' her friend, now she call me the troublesome (troublesome)
Hop out the jet, countin' racks by the hunnid sum (racks)
Talkin’ that flex, but they know they ain't one of us (nah)
I get that check, then I run it up, run it up (run it up)
Drip like a faucet, my diamonds just flooded up (flooded up)
Shorty get nasty, she eat it up, eat it up (eat it up)
Hop in the Lam’ and I speed it up, speed it up (skrrt)

[Verse 2]
Walk in the mall, drop a check on some Louie (Louie)
Fuck up a bag, I ain’t worried, I do it (do it)
Shorty too freaky, she ride it like Suzuki (vroom)
Told her don’t talk, just get straight to the chewy (whoa)
Bands in my pocket, got knots, got knots (knots)
Shorty keep callin’, I block, I block (block)
Hop in the Benz and I drop that top (skrrt)
Flex on these boys, I ain't never gon’ stop (nah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Shorty keep blowin’ my phone up (ring-ring)
I don’t do love, keep the pole tucked (brrr)
I hit the gas, make the tires cut (skrrt)
Broke boy mad, he ain’t one of us (nah)

[Chorus]
Shorty too bad, I might need me another one (another one)
Fuckin' her friend, now she call me the troublesome (troublesome)
Hop out the jet, countin' racks by the hunnid sum (racks)
Talkin’ that flex, but they know they ain't one of us (nah)
I get that check, then I run it up, run it up (run it up)
Drip like a faucet, my diamonds just flooded up (flooded up)
Shorty get nasty, she eat it up, eat it up (eat it up)
Hop in the Lam’ and I speed it up, speed it up (skrrt)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Whoa, whoa, whoah

Another One [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh) (Yeah)
(Yeah, oh-oh) (Let's go)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh) (Brrr)

[Verse 1]
Shorty callin', tryna talk it, I ain't hearin' that (Nah)
Bitch, I'm ballin', fuck around, drop a hunnid flat (Woah)
Said she want a fix, but baby, I ain't fixin' that (Nah)
Movin' lowkey, but fuck it, I might flex on Snap (Flex)
I got sauce, no label, shorty runnin' laps (Skrrt)
Bitch, I'm bossin', no favors, told her, "fall back" (Fall back)
Got the drip, that's fatal, why they mad at that? (Mad at that)
Fuckin' up a bag, yeah, you know I'm bad at that (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Ayy) I don't even talk, let the cash speak (Cash)
Why these bitches run they mouth like a track meet? (Woah)
Shorty keep callin', let the phone beep (Ring)
Fuck a bitch mood, I been up, I ain't gon' sleep (Nah)
New whip tinted, fuck around, you ain't gon' see (Skrrt)
Shorty too clingy, fuck around, she ain't gon' leave (Back up)
She said she love me, I said chill, don't OD (Chill)
Pullin' up quick, but fuck it, movin' lowkey (Lowkey)

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm ballin', regardless, fuck your feelings, though (Woah)
Stackin' up paper, feelin' taller than the ceiling go (Yeah)
Said I'm wildin', got me laughin', bitch, you tweakin', hoe (Tweakin')
Told her I ain't regular, fuck around, she feelin' slow (Dummy)
Got the check clear, bitch, I'm lit, see me glowin' (Shinin')
Tryna ride the wave, bitch, you late, keep on rowin' (Row)
No brakes, bitch, fuck it, pedal down, goin' (Skrrt)
Flex mode activated, bitch, you already knowin' (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
(Oh-oh, oh-oh) Bitch, I'm on a wave now (Wave)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh) Shorty tryna stay 'round (Nah)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh) Fuck it, tell her lay down (Lay)
Money speakin' loud, bitch, don't even make a sound (Shh)

[Verse 2]
Shorty said I'm extra, fuck it, I might be (Yeah)
They want smoke, fuck around, keep it spicy (Woah)
Yeah, no ice talk, still I'm too icy (Ice)
Bars too cold, fuck around, might freeze (Freeze)
Shorty actin' wild, said she tryna wife me (Nah)
Bitch, I'm independent, fuck around, you can't sign me (No)
Call my line ringin', fuck it, that's unlikely (Unlikely)
I don't chase hoes, fuck around, let 'em find me (Find me)

[Bridge]
Flexin' like I'm Tecca, fuck around, switch the flow (Flow)
Said they got it lit, fuck around, where it go? (Where?)
She don't answer, I don't answer, bro like, "Where the hoes?" (Where?)
Laughin' to the bank, bitch, I'm funny, call me Mo' (Ha)

[Verse 3]
I been chillin', fuck around, might flex tomorrow (Tomorrow)
Said she need attention, fuck it, bitch, I ain't borrow (Nah)
Shorty wanna link, told her hit me up tomorrow (Later)
Feelin' like a star, fuck around, shootin' far though (Pow)

[Chorus]
(Oh-oh, oh-oh) Bitch, I'm in my zone now (Zone)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh) Shorty leave me 'lone now (Bye)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh) Money ringin' phone now (Ring)
Told her that I'm good, fuck around, I'm gone now (Skrrt)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Bitch, I'm in my zone now (Zone)
Bitch, I'm in my zone now (Zone)
Bitch, I'm in my zone 

FCK Around [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Uh, yeah (Let’s go)
I don’t do talkin’, I live it (Woo)
Checks in my hand, I flip it (Huh)
Tell me who realer, admit it (Yeah)
Ayy, yeah (Pow!)

[Verse 1]
I just walked in with a bag (Huh)
Money so clean, need a rag (Woo)
They talk on the net, I just laugh (Go)
See me in person, they lag (Uh)
I don’t do cappin’ or actin’ (Nah)
If I say it, I mean it, no lackin’ (Yeah)
She hit my line, she distractin’ (Brrr)
Tell her “relax,” I’m in traffic (Skrrt)

She say she love how I talk (Huh)
Love how I move when I walk (Woo)
Said her lil’ man just a fraud (Yeah)
He tryna copy the sauce (Nah)
Told her don’t trip, just ride (Let’s go)
I make deposits, no slide (Huh)
Hundreds get thrown in the sky (Woo)
I got no limit, no tie (Go)

[Pre-Chorus]
Look at the chain, it’s dancin’ (Bling)
Look at the whip, I’m prancin’ (Skrrt)
They say they real, they actin’ (Huh)
Money keep flippin’, gymnastics (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Ayy, I’m too lit, no stoppin’ (Let’s go)
I don’t do small talk, just profit (Uh)
Bands in the bag, no wallet (Yeah)
I’ma go off like a rocket (Pow)
Too much ice, I’m glowin’ (Brrr)
Too much cash, not foldin’ (Woo)
I just keep runnin’ and runnin’ (Uh)
Whole lotta money, no fumblin’ (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
She hit my phone, need attention (Uh)
I’m at the bank, gotta mention (Yeah)
I don’t do love, I do business (Woo)
She say I’m cold, it’s the riches (Huh)
I don’t be beefin’ with clowns (Nah)
I just be stackin’ these pounds (Yeah)
City to city, I’m flyin’ (Woo)
Private jet seats, reclinin’ (Go)

She want a pic, I’m like, “Maybe” (Huh)
Tell her don’t play with me, baby (Woo)
I got a crib out in Cali (Yeah)
Pool in the back like the navy (Skrrt)
I don’t be stressin’ ‘bout nothin’ (Nah)
I just be countin’ these hunnids (Woo)
I hit the mall, drop a fifty (Go)
Then I just act like it’s nothin’ (Pow)

[Pre-Chorus]
Look at the chain, it’s dancin’ (Bling)
Look at the whip, I’m prancin’ (Skrrt)
They say they real, they actin’ (Huh)
Money keep flippin’, gymnastics (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Ayy, I’m too lit, no stoppin’ (Let’s go)
I don’t do small talk, just profit (Uh)
Bands in the bag, no wallet (Yeah)
I’ma go off like a rocket (Pow)
Too much ice, I’m glowin’ (Brrr)
Too much cash, not foldin’ (Woo)
I just keep runnin’ and runnin’ (Uh)
Whole lotta money, no fumblin’ (Yeah)

[Bridge]
I do what I want, they copy (Woo)
Big boy flex, no hobby (Huh)
Too much sauce, no sloppy (Nah)
Hundred-round drum, no stoppin’ (Pow)
I make the plays, no coachin’ (Go)
Money too long, no foldin’ (Yeah)
She wanna ride, no rollin’ (Woo)
I tell her chill, I’m focused (Huh)

[Verse 3]
I got the game in a lock (Yeah)
I do not trip, I just stock (Uh)
Walk in the club, they flock (Woo)
I hit the lot, drop top (Skrrt)
They tryna figure my wave (Huh)
I just be countin’ for days (Woo)
I don’t do minimum wage (Nah)
Only see hunnids, no change (Go)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
They be like, “Damn, he too smooth” (Huh)
She wanna slide, no pool (Woo)
I got a crib with a view (Yeah)
Yeah, haha
We out...

No Fumblin' [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics: 

[Intro]
(Suave, dale) (Eh-eh)
(Vamo’ a romper, woo)

[Verso 1]
Luna llena, playa, brisa, calor (Calor)
Tú y yo en fuego, sintiendo el vapor (Vapor)
Moviéndote lento, me sube el motor (Brrr)
Que nadie nos frene, seguimos en flow (Flow)

Botellas arriba, la noche es testigo (Testigo)
Tú me provocas, te sigo, te sigo (Te sigo)
Lento en la pista, como un enemigo (Yeah)
Pero en mi cama, te vuelves castigo (Fuego)

[Pre-Coro]
Uh, el sol ya se esconde (Esconde)
Las ganas responden (Responden)
Tu piel con mi piel, mami, eso me rompe (Rompe)
Uh, que el ritmo nos lleve (Nos lleve)
Pa’ donde tú quieres (Quieres)
Baby, esta noche, tú y yo sin paredes (Paredes)

[Coro]
Dale, suéltate (Eh)
Que la vibra está encendía (Fuego)
Que no pare, bebé (No, no)
Vamo’ arriba to’ el día (Wuh)
El verano se encendió (Encendió)
Mucho sol y reggaetón (Reggaetón)
Tú y yo fuego, sin control (Sin control)
Mami, suéltate (Eh)

[Verso 2]
Dale pa’l agua, la luna nos llama (Llama)
Mojada en bikini, pero más en mi cama (Cama)
Pide candela, que fuego no falta (No falta)
Bailando encima, se suelta y me atrapa (Me atrapa)

En la disco nos miran, lo saben to’ (To’)
Que cuando perreamos, se prende el show (Show)
Me dice al oído: "No digas que no" (No, no)
Que esto no acaba hasta que salga el sol (Woo)

[Pre-Coro]
Uh, el sol ya se esconde (Esconde)
Las ganas responden (Responden)
Tu piel con mi piel, mami, eso me rompe (Rompe)
Uh, que el ritmo nos lleve (Nos lleve)
Pa’ donde tú quieres (Quieres)
Baby, esta noche, tú y yo sin paredes (Paredes)

[Coro]
Dale, suéltate (Eh)
Que la vibra está encendía (Fuego)
Que no pare, bebé (No, no)
Vamo’ arriba to’ el día (Wuh)
El verano se encendió (Encendió)
Mucho sol y reggaetón (Reggaetón)
Tú y yo fuego, sin control (Sin control)
Mami, suéltate (Eh)

[Puente]
(Yeah) Dale más, mami, no pares (No)
Que esta noche la hicimos viral (Woo)
Vamo’ al after, hay más pa’ quemar (Brrr)
Que la rumba no puede bajar (No, no)

(Tú sabes, baby)
Tú y yo fuego, nadie lo apaga (Apaga)
Bailando lento, tú me resbalas (Resbalas)
Sigue pa’lante, rompe la sala (Sala)
Que el party no se acaba (No, no)

[Coro]
Dale, suéltate (Eh)
Que la vibra está encendía (Fuego)
Que no pare, bebé (No, no)
Vamo’ arriba to’ el día (Wuh)
El verano se encendió (Encendió)
Mucho sol y reggaetón (Reggaetón)
Tú y yo fuego, sin control (Sin control)
Mami, suéltate (Eh)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah, yeah)
Mami, suéltate, suéltate (Wuh)
Tú sabes cómo es (Es)
(PMO, let’s go)

Suéltate [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Baby, vamos, yeah)
(Let’s go!)

[Verse 1]
Mami, tú brillas como la luna en la noche (wooh)
Bailando pegaito, se siente derroche (prrr)
Ese movimiento me tiene en un broche (ey)
Si esto es un sueño, no quiero un reproche (no)

Tu piel tan caliente, me quema (fuego)
Tienes algo que nadie supera (yeah)
Baila lento, suelta la pena (ey)
Que esta rumba no tiene frontera (let’s go!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Súbelo, súbelo, que se sienta el fuego (fuego)
Móntate en la vibra, baby, sin miedo (sin miedo)
Esto es pa’ la calle, esto es puro veneno (ey)
Esta noche rompemos el suelo (boom)

[Chorus]
Bailando, bailando, perdiendo el control (woo)
Dale hasta abajo sin miedo al dolor (dale)
Que el ritmo nos lleve, no hay otra opción (otra opción)
Si tú me sigues, te llevo al sol (al sol, ey)

Bailando, bailando, perdiendo el control (wooh)
Dale hasta abajo sin miedo al dolor (sin miedo)
Que el ritmo nos lleve, no hay otra opción (no hay opción)
Si tú me sigues, te llevo al sol (vamo’ allá)

[Verse 2]
Tú tienes lo que quiero, un flow criminal (criminal)
Con ese tumbao’ me pones letal (prrr)
Sube la música, empieza el ritual (ritual)
Noche de fuego, todo se vale, baby, no hay final

Nos vamos sin frenos, quemamos la pista (fuego)
Tú eres la reina, no hay quien te conquiste (no)
Cintura asesina, nadie se resiste (ey)
Este party no acaba, la nota persiste (wooh)

[Pre-Chorus]
Súbelo, súbelo, que se sienta el fuego (fuego)
Móntate en la vibra, baby, sin miedo (sin miedo)
Esto es pa’ la calle, esto es puro veneno (ey)
Esta noche rompemos el suelo (boom)

[Chorus]
Bailando, bailando, perdiendo el control (woo)
Dale hasta abajo sin miedo al dolor (dale)
Que el ritmo nos lleve, no hay otra opción (otra opción)
Si tú me sigues, te llevo al sol (al sol, ey)

Bailando, bailando, perdiendo el control (wooh)
Dale hasta abajo sin miedo al dolor (sin miedo)
Que el ritmo nos lleve, no hay otra opción (no hay opción)
Si tú me sigues, te llevo al sol (vamo’ allá)

[Bridge]
Baby, esta noche nos vamos sin miedo (sin miedo)
Siente el calor, sube el fuego (fuego)
Que la luna nos guíe el deseo (woo)
Y que el ritmo nos haga volar lejos (lejos)

[Outro]
Bailando, bailando, ey
Que el ritmo no pare, ey (no pare)
Tú y yo perdiéndonos, baby (baby)
Pa’ siempre quedándonos crazy (crazy, wooh)

Bailando Sin Miedo 🔥[Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Yeah-yeah)
(¡Fuego!)
(Vamo’ arriba, eh)

[Verso 1]
Dale mami, que esta noche no se acaba (Wuh)
Tú te sueltas cuando suena la bataca (Eh-eh)
Tienes fuego y me gusta tu mirada (Ey)
Vamos a darle que la vibra aquí no para (Prra)

Tú me prendes con tu movimiento (Ah)
Cuando bailas, siento que me pierdo (Woo)
Las estrellas nos miran en el puerto (Eh)
Dale mami, que esta noche es un concierto (Pow)

[Pre-Coro]
Sabe’ que tú ere’ la queen de la calle (Eh)
Bailas y todos te miran con arte (Fuego)
Yo sé que esta noche no va a olvidarse (No)
Tira pa’ arriba, que vamos pa’ Marte (Woo)

[Coro]
Chaka-chaka, ritmo que te atrapa (Eh)
Mueve la cintura como si fuera un mapa (Eh)
Chaka-chaka, fuego que no baja (Ah)
Dale gasolina que la noche está en llamas (Pow)

[Verso 2]
Mami tú ere’ pura adrenalina (Yeah)
Cuando bailas, me llevas pa' la cima (Ey)
Tienes flow, se te nota en la rutina (Wuh)
Una diosa con sabor a gasolina (Fuego)

Tú y yo en la playa bajo la luna (Woo)
Las olas nos llaman, traen fortuna (Eh)
La arena caliente, piel desnuda (Ah)
Dale mami, que esta noche nos consuma (Prra)

[Pre-Coro]
Sabe’ que tú ere’ la queen de la calle (Eh)
Bailas y todos te miran con arte (Fuego)
Yo sé que esta noche no va a olvidarse (No)
Tira pa’ arriba, que vamos pa’ Marte (Woo)

[Coro]
Chaka-chaka, ritmo que te atrapa (Eh)
Mueve la cintura como si fuera un mapa (Eh)
Chaka-chaka, fuego que no baja (Ah)
Dale gasolina que la noche está en llamas (Pow)

[Puente]
Siente la brisa— (Woo)
Bebé, tú estás en la mía— (Eh)
No pares nunca, dame más (Fuego)
Que la rumba no termina (Prra)

[Verso 3]
Dale chaka-chaka, que la pista está prendida (Woo)
Tu cuerpo y el mío, fuego que nos guía (Eh)
Siente el calor, la pasión encendida (Wuh)
La noche es joven, dame otra bebida (Fuego)

[Estribillo]
Chaka-chaka, ritmo que te atrapa (Eh)
Mueve la cintura como si fuera un mapa (Eh)
Chaka-chaka, fuego que no baja (Ah)
Dale gasolina que la noche está en llamas (Pow)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah-yeah)
(Chaka-chaka, fuego que no baja)
(Chaka-chaka, dale sin faja)
(Eh-eh, fuego, fuego)
Dale mami, que la noche está encendida (Prra)

Chaka [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Woah (Yeah) woah (Let’s go!)
Too turnt (Ayy) way too turnt (Skrrt)
Run it up, no slowin’ up (What?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Brrr)

[Verse 1]
I just pulled up in the jet (Woo) feel like a vet (Yeah)
Talkin’ too loud on the net (Shh) we at ya neck (Huh?)
Shorty keep askin’ for checks (Nope) I need respect (Uh)
They see me stackin’ these wins (Ha) breakin’ the net (Bow)
Speedin’ through lanes like I’m Sonic (What?)
Too many M’s in the pocket (Cha-ching)
I gotta move like a comet (Whoosh)
They try to copy, but stop it (Nope)
Mixin’ the sauce, no robotics (Drip)
Ain't playin' games, no narcotics (Nah)
They wanna talk like they got it (Huh?)
But they ain’t even been poppin’ (Nope)

[Pre-Chorus]
Big dawg, I be movin’ colossal (What?)
They see me and follow the gospel (Hallelujah)
Steppin’ too clean, gotta mop through (Drip)
Cuttin’ 'em off like a costume (Snip)

[Chorus]
Woah (Woah) too lit, jumpin' out the roof (Roof)
Go (Go) every time I pull up, make 'em move (Move)
Yeah (Yeah) livin’ like a king, that’s the truth (Truth)
Ayy (Ayy) talkin’ out your neck, watch ya tooth (Bow)

[Verse 2]
Back-to-back flights (Skrrt) I ain't sittin’ still (Nah)
Hunnid on the dash (Dash) yeah, I'm pushin’ wheels (Vroom)
Haters talkin’ trash (What?) but they know the deal (Shh)
Whole team up now (Now) runnin’ up the mil’ (Brrr)
Fast life, movin’ like Tokyo Drift (Drift)
Penthouse view when I open my gift (Gift)
Hundred degrees, but the wrist too stiff (Cold)
Too many Ws, don’t know what to pick (Huh?)

[Pre-Chorus]
Big dawg, I be movin’ colossal (Woah)
They see me and follow the gospel (Amen)
Steppin’ too clean, gotta mop through (Drip)
Cuttin’ 'em off like a costume (Snip)

[Chorus]
Woah (Woah) too lit, jumpin' out the roof (Roof)
Go (Go) every time I pull up, make 'em move (Move)
Yeah (Yeah) livin’ like a king, that’s the truth (Truth)
Ayy (Ayy) talkin’ out your neck, watch ya tooth (Bow)

[Bridge]
Oh, they mad? (What?) I can’t hear a thing (Nah)
In my bag (Bag) I just let it ring (Ring)
I got tags (Huh?) all up in the scene (Woo)
Movin’ fast (Skrrt) never in between (Woah)

[Verse 3]
Floatin’ like a spaceship (Whoosh)
Neon lights in the basem*nt (Ayy)
Too high up, no chasin’ (Huh?)
Talk too much, better face it (Shh)
Eatin’ good, every day like a feast (Feast)
I don’t chase, let the wins come to me (Huh?)
Whole new city, still runnin' the beat (Beat)
Top floor views, yeah, life too sweet (Sweet)

[Pre-Chorus]
Big dawg, I be movin’ colossal (What?)
They see me and follow the gospel (Hallelujah)
Steppin’ too clean, gotta mop through (Drip)
Cuttin’ 'em off like a costume (Snip)

[Chorus]
Woah (Woah) too lit, jumpin' out the roof (Roof)
Go (Go) every time I pull up, make 'em move (Move)
Yeah (Yeah) livin’ like a king, that’s the truth (Truth)
Ayy (Ayy) talkin’ out your neck, watch ya tooth (Bow)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Woah (Yeah) woah (Let’s go!)
Too turnt (Ayy) way too turnt (Skrrt)
Run it up, no slowin’ up (What?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Brrr)

Out The Roof [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah) (Huh) (Let's get it)

[Verse 1]
They call me Slick and they know how I step (step)
She got that drip and she droppin' it off in a whip — make a mess (skrrt)
I need a bib, this pressure a gift, no rookie, I’m built like a vet (facts)
I move with a chip on my shoulder, the blick on my hip, I don't flex, I protect (grrah)
She say I'm cold but I’m heatin' her soul — baby, I ghosted the text (brrr)
Playin' it smart but the Glock got a switch, I don't argue, I settle with tech (boom)
Whippin’ up plays off the Zelle and the CashApp
I ain’t just rap, I’m the asset (big)
You out here cappin’ and tweetin’ for clout
I’m out here livin' it — past that (wooh)
Block hot, hoodie on when I step (step)
Stay in the cut like a Gillette (yeah)
If she keep askin’ me "where you at?"
I'ma switch numbers and reset (gone)

[Chorus]
Workin’ the streets, from AM to dusk (grindin’)
They tryna compete, but they ain't built like us (nah)
Keep me a freak, she don’t need no trust (nope)
Soon as I nut — (I’m ghost) — she crushed
I’m never gon’ chill — (not ever) — too real
I got it on lock like a vice on steel
Shooters on go with a vibe you can feel
Get outta line and you dyin' for real (grrah)

[Verse 2]
I got a freak who get nasty with manners (uh)
Don’t need no flash, she still got the glamour
Told her to ride, she jumped on like a scammer
Made her tap out with no camera (nah)
They watchin' my moves, I’m spinnin' in silence
Ain’t gotta post proof, I’m the pilot (facts)
Opps tryna link? Man, them boys childish
I’m somewhere remote gettin’ mileage (vroom)
I’m pushin’ the brand like I’m part of the label
I’m stackin' like Cain at the table
If it ain’t money, that convo disabled
Won’t do no fakin’ — I’m fatal (BRrrra)
Told my youngin' if he can't get a strap
Then load up a sock with a padlock (pow)
Gotta get it by any means
Even if it mean servin' the backdrop (serve)

[Chorus]
Workin’ the streets, from AM to dusk (wooh)
They tryna compete, but they ain't built like us (nah)
Keep me a freak, she don’t need no trust (never)
Soon as I nut — (I’m ghost) — she crushed
I’m never gon’ chill — (not ever) — too real
I got it on lock like a vice on steel
Shooters on go with a vibe you can feel
Get outta line and you dyin' for real (grrah)

[Verse 3]
They be like "how?" (how?), I just be movin' in silence
Whole gang sturdy, no guidance (let's go)
Put her on game, now she grindin’
But don’t get too close, she violent (vicious)
She post a pic with the chain in her hand
She buggin', now she on the blacklist (blocked)
Say she ain’t messin’ with nobody else
But I got the drop from a actress (facts)
They puttin' devices in ride shares
I’m switchin' the route with the fast gears (zoom)
Told my young bro if they reach for his soul
Then leave 'em laid out like last year (wooh)
I been performin', they know I deliver
She said I’m cold — I’m a blizzard (ice)
I got a shooter, he livin’ on edge
He call it a thrill, not a trigger (pop)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah — still goin'

AM to Dusk [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:
[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yuh) (Let’s Go!) (Brrrra)
I don’t be on that—nah, I’m different with it

[Chorus]
No I don’t be on that other shit
I just load up the bag then I’m done with it (Skrrt)
Shawty wild, but she loyal and loving it
She know I move like a vet, ain't no fumbling (Nah)
Whole lotta racks, I be doubling (Double)
Opps in the way, we be humbling (Pow)
Tryna flex but they really be under men
How I get to this level? It's puzzling (Whew)
I just stay with the motion, no stuttering
All this gold on my neck got me muttering (Drip)
Every play that I make be a punishment
Got the game in my grip, no discussion then (Facts)
No I don’t be on that basic sound
We be lit every time when we slide around
If it’s pressure then boy, we gon' lay it down
And this trap like a throne—I don’t need a crown (Yuh)

[Verse 1]
Countin' up bands in a minute flat
Lil’ bro got the .40, no chitter chat (Blrrt)
You know I don't do no internet
If it's smoke, then it's live, ain't no interact (Nah)
Big body whip and I'm pushin' that
She gon' ride like she locked in a ponytail
Had to trap out the room where the sofa at
Now we fly out to islands with ocean smell
Ain't no cappin', I’m really a problem
Movin' quiet, but deadly like Gotham
Said she love me, I told her that's awesome
But the money my bae and I got some
If he hate, then we chalk him in silence
Keep a mask like I’m duckin' indictments
Know the work gettin’ flipped like a virus
I’m connected from blocks to the islands (Whew)
Never told on the code, I’m a solid one
Did the dirt on my own, ain't no follow-ups
Now these labels keep callin’ and hollerin’
But I'm deep in the field like a college run (Let's Go!)
Keep it straight, I ain’t bent for the fame
Every stripe on my name from the pain
Ain’t no cap in my rep, it's ingrained
I just ran up the score on the game (Wooh)

[Verse 2]
(PMO Music)
Ben op m’n stek met die cash flow
Stack in m’n zak, het is fast, bro (Skrrt)
Check m’n steez, ik ben loco
En ik mix Engels door de straatflow (Heftig)
Trap house heet als een oven
Laat niks liggen, ik moet het gewoon klokken
Ben in die buurt waar ze liever niet lopen
En die stick in m’n tas, laat 'm klappen als open (Pow)
Ze praten veel, maar ze doen niks
Ben in die field, elke dag op een move, bitch
M’n brakka is safe, want ik move slick
En m’n mannen die drillen, no mood switch
Shawty zegt ze wil real, ik ben dat
Ben met de plug in Madrid op een jetpack
En als het moet, dan we pakken z’n setback
Op de blok met de bag en een red flag (BRrrra)
Geen vrienden, ik doe dit met family
En die opps willen zijn waar we landed
Ik laat die drip op m’n fit als een canvas
Ben op die motion, jij snapt geen percentage
Elke dag is het racks of niks
Spreek die taal van de cash, geen tricks
Laat ze haten, ik leef dit echt
Ben te diep in de game als een glitch

[Outro]
No I don’t be on that other shit
I just load up the bag then I’m done with it (Skrrt)
Shawty wild, but she loyal and loving it
She know I move like a vet, ain't no fumbling (Nah)

Other Shit [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
BAE WAKE UP
(Oh lord Jetson made another one)

[Verse 1]
lately i’ve been sittin in the house gettin rich, (go)
it goin outside and shit, (wooh)
i like how he rap, i’ma sign a niga, (yeah)
she can rap, i’ma sign a bitch, (uh huh)
my bitch like a biker, she ride the dick, (skrrt)
let her go for a ride, no license slip, (zoom)
she act like she off of a pill or somethin’,
tryna go wild, i’m tired, lil hunnit, (slow down)
young niga lit, i’m fire, they know it,
play with the boy, get fired, don’t blow it (pow)

[Verse 2]
arguin’ not my vibe, (nah)
i ain't got time to be wastin’ pride,
i ain’t tryna talk, i’m tryna slide, (slide)
no delay, yeah—let’s glide, (cha cha)
i’m talkin’ cha-cha moves, (woo)
bad lil vibe in Balenci shoes,
world wide star, big racks in twos,
hop out with a choppa like, “who?” (brrrra)
i’m reckless, tell ‘em i’m pressure,
bad bitch said, “you so extra” (uh huh)
told her “nah, i’m just blessed up”
hit me with Becky, then left her (bye)

[Pre-Chorus]
respectfully, deleted the texts,
really just slid on her bestie next, (wooh)
might drop heat, lowkey on the net,
but they ain’t ready, not just yet (shhh)
don’t need extra—i’m too direct,
yo idol callin’, said i’m the best,
yo id bitch callin’ me GOAT (goat)
i just ghost—got no regrets (skrrt)

[Chorus]
shake that off—ain’t scared of loss (nah)
been through flames, made me a boss (woah)
lately i’ve been sittin in the house gettin rich (let’s go)
money comin’ in while they pitchin’ fits
my miss, she thick—outside in the whip,
likin' my raps, tryna sign my script (woo)
she can spit, i’ma sign that chick,
biker bitch—ride like a moto flick (zoom)

[Verse 3]
go for the ride, don’t trip (nah)
actin’ like she on a pill again,
baby, hold up, i’m tired—(relax)
but the way she move, might try again (okay)
young flame, yeah, lil niga fire, (fire)
play with me? got smoked, expired (boom)
arguin’ dead, that vibe retire,
i’m too busy tryna get higher (facts)

[Verse 4]
let’s slide, don’t wait—(nah)
i’m tryna dance in a state of grace
cha cha—back it up, set the pace,
real superstar, nothin’ fake (never)
hop out the coupe like “who wanna play?” (me)
bad one tell me i look like pay,
i look like wins, they stuck on Ls,
i talk big checks, not show-and-tells (wooh)

[Pre-Chorus]
drop heat, but i keep it low,
they watchin’ close, like “where he go?”
i move in stealth, don’t let it show (nah)
then boom—new wave, full-blown glow (shine)
pressured up, i’m real, no joke,
tellin’ ya bitch “he next, for sure”
tellin’ ya chick, “that boy too cold,”
then i vanish, slick like snow (gone)

[Chorus]
shake that off—ain’t scared of loss (never)
been through the flames, made me a boss (boss)
lately i’ve been sittin in the house gettin rich (racks)
money keep flippin’ while they throwin’ fits (facts)
miss outside and she love my hits,
she ride that wave, can’t call it quits (nah)
she can rap? i’ma sign that chick,
biker vibe—ride out quick (vroom)


Cha Cha Slide

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Ayy, woah) (Let’s get it, yeah)
(What? Pow!) (Yuh, huh)
She know I’m lit, I ain’t gotta say nothin' (Shh)
(Pow! Pow!)

[Chorus]
My lil' demon shawty—uh, yeah, that’s my dirty flame (Skrrt)
I don’t cuff, I switch 'em up, I don’t ever learn they name (Woo!)
(Woah) She gon' eat it in the whip, like it’s dinner on a plane (On a plane)
All these opps act tough, till we bustin' out they frame (BRRRA)
Run it up, no shame (Yeah)
She suck soul, not game (Uh)
I get brain, then ghost (Skrrt)
I get paid, then flame (Let’s go!)
Yeah, she love the pain (Pain)
I'm the one that came (Came!)
And my stick gon’ sing (Pow!)
You gon' feel that bang (BRRRR!)

[Verse 1]
Slide in that coupe like a ghost, (wooh)
She ride me wild, no brakes, no post (Post)
Draco flash like photos (Flash)
I up and aim, now he toast (Blah!)
She just wanna sip my lean (Yeah)
Hit from the back, she scream (Skrrt)
I’m too cold, need steam (Steam)
Make a movie—scene (Scene!)
Y’all ain’t slime, y’all green (Slatt)
He talk tough, got beamed (Boom)
.30 clip got dreams (Night)
Took his life, no meme (Nah!)

[Pre-Chorus]
I don't text, I slide (Slide!)
Lil' shawty know the vibe (Vibe)
She pop X, I glide (Skrrt)
G5 wings, I fly (Fly!)
Back then, they ain’t notice (Nah)
Now I walk in, they open (Let’s go!)
All these racks, I’m holdin’ (Racks)
I can’t fold, I’m chosen (Woo!)

[Chorus]
My lil' demon shawty—uh, yeah, that’s my dirty flame (Dirty!)
I don’t cuff, I switch 'em up, I don’t ever learn they name (Nope!)
She gon' eat it in the whip, like it’s dinner on a plane (Plane!)
All these opps act tough, till we bustin' out they frame (Pow! Pow!)
Run it up, no shame (Skrrt)
She suck soul, not game (Game!)
I get brain, then ghost (Ghost)
I get paid, then flame (Flame!)
Yeah, she love the pain (Pain)
I'm the one that came (Came!)
And my stick gon’ sing (Sing!)
You gon' feel that bang (Bang!)

[Verse 2]
Posted with them demons, slide in silence (Shhh)
My Glock got rhythm, that stick be wildin’ (BRRA!)
All these fake thugs just keyboard typin’ (Lame)
We outside, your bro still hidin’ (Where he at?)
I might just crash out, ayy (Crash!)
Pop one, pass out, ayy (Pop!)
She want clout, I dash out, ayy (Skrrt)
No strings, just tap out, ayy (Woah)
I came with sticks and pressure (Yeah)
You came with tears and lectures (Lame)
I leave no mess, I’m extra (Extra!)
I up, then bless—no gesture (Blah!)

[Bridge]
(Yeah) This that 1OF1, no clone (No clone)
She wanna slide to the zone (Slide!)
Ride like she never go home (Never)
Backseat feel like a throne (King)
She eat that meat, no bone (Clean)
.40 blow, he gone (Gone)
You talk too much, just moan (Hush)
I stay in mode, I'm on (I'm on!)

[Chorus]
My lil' demon shawty—uh, yeah, that’s my dirty flame (Skrrt!)
I don’t cuff, I switch 'em up, I don’t ever learn they name (Huh?)
She gon' eat it in the whip, like it’s dinner on a plane (Plane!)
All these opps act tough, till we bustin' out they frame (Pow! Pow!)
Run it up, no shame (Shame!)
(PMO Music)

Dirty Flame [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Pow) (Yeah) (Brrr) (Skrrt skrrt)
Let’s get it, let’s go — ayy, wooh!

[Verse 1]
Just copped a Blicky, it came with a switch (Blick!)
Opps actin’ tough, but they really some snitch (Shh)
Told that bitch “Bend it” — she doin' the splits (Woo!)
Glock got a kick, make it dance like a glitch (Pow)
I don’t sip Tris, but I’m high off the smoke (Smoke!)
Fuckn' these hoes in designer and cloaks (Drip)
Bitch call me daddy while chokin’ my rope (Choke!)
She want the clout, but I gave her the dope (Haha)
Poppin’ my shit like balloons in the back (Boom!)
Nigas get popped if they move with the cap (Bang!)
Lil' ho a freak, had to nut on her lap (Yeah)
Glock in my jeans, that shit makin’ me sag (Grrrah!)
Slide on yo block, I got ten in the whip (Vroom!)
Draco on tuck, and it came with a grip (Hold up)
She got a man, but she still let me hit (Facts)
Bustin' her down while I’m countin’ my chips (Cheese!)

[Chorus]
Check my class (Check!)
Shake it fast (Yeah!)
Throw it back (Pow!)
Make it clap (Brrrra!)
Pop that shit (Let’s go!)
Make it flip (Skrrt!)
Nigas mad (Haha)
Suck my—(Ayy!)

[Verse 2]
I keep a Glock, I don’t tussle with nigas (Nah)
Run in your spot, get to dumpin’ like hiccups (Boom!)
Bitch on my dick, she be beggin’ for pick-ups (Thirsty!)
Hop in the booth, I be lit like a stick-up (Lit!)
Opps try to run, but this drum got no patience (Grrrah)
Fuckn' his hoe while he postin’ locations (Clown)
I’m with the demons, no need for no fake shit (Facts!)
Hunnid round drum, it look like a spaceship (Zoom!)
Bustin’ on beats like I’m bustin’ her walls (Splash!)
She suckin' dick with no hands — got the jaws (Slurp)
Nigas be goofy, they trip when they crawl (Trip)
I got the gas, got the smoke in the halls (Gas!)
Blick in the backpack, I’m ready for static (Pow!)
Bitch do a split, now I’m feelin’ ecstatic (Go!)
Off of a Xan, she be wildin’ dramatic (Crazy!)
She call me daddy, I’m way too emphatic (Ugh!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Opps on my line (Line), they don't want no smoke (Nope)
Blicky gon’ talk (Talk), when I lift that scope (Skrrt!)
She got that throat (Throat), deep as a boat (Boat)
We make it rain (Rain), no need for a coat (Drip!)

[Chorus]
Bounce that ass (Bounce!)
Shake it fast (Fast!)
Throw it back (Throw!)
Make it clap (Clap!)
Pop that shit (Pop!)
Make it flip (Flip!)
Nigas mad (Why?)
Yeah, Yeah

[Verse 3]
I’m with the squad and we lit off the beans (Beans)
Told her “Don't speak” — she just swallow the lean (Lean!)
I got some bitches who twerk for the team (Yeah)
I got some shooters who spray off the scene (Brrrra!)
Fuckn' yo bitch in a trap with no lights (Trap!)
She call me king while I ruin her life (Facts!)
Blicky go pow, and it echo at night (Boom!)
Opps wanna tweet, but they scared of the fight (Pussy!)
Glock got a beam, it gon’ dance in your chest (Wooh!)
Pull up and flex, while she undress (Drip)
She say I’m next, I say “Bitch, I been blessed” (Blessed!)
Take off my shirt, now she grippin' my pecs (Yeah!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Bounce That Shit [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
BAE WAKE UP PMO UP TO SUM FYE 🔥

[Verse 1]
lately i’ve been sittin in the house gettin rich, (go)
it goin outside and shit, (wooh)
i like how he rap, i’ma sign a niga, (yeah)
she can rap, i’ma sign a bitch, (uh huh)
my bitch like a biker, she ride the dick, (skrrt)
let her go for a ride, no license slip, (zoom)
she act like she off of a pill or somethin’,
tryna go wild, i’m tired, lil hunnit, (slow down)
young niga lit, i’m fire, they know it,
play with the boy, get fired, don’t blow it (pow)

[Verse 2]
arguin’ not my vibe, (nah)
i ain't got time to be wastin’ pride,
i ain’t tryna talk, i’m tryna slide, (slide)
no delay, yeah—let’s glide, (cha cha)
i’m talkin’ cha-cha moves, (woo)
bad lil vibe in Balenci shoes,
world wide star, big racks in twos,
hop out with a choppa like, “who?” (brrrra)
i’m reckless, tell ‘em i’m pressure,
bad bitch said, “you so extra” (uh huh)
told her “nah, i’m just blessed up”
hit me with Becky, then left her (bye)

[Pre-Chorus]
respectfully, deleted the texts,
really just slid on her bestie next, (wooh)
might drop heat, lowkey on the net,
but they ain’t ready, not just yet (shhh)
don’t need extra—i’m too direct,
yo idol callin’, said i’m the best,
yo id bitch callin’ me GOAT (goat)
i just ghost—got no regrets (skrrt)

[Chorus]
shake that off—ain’t scared of loss (nah)
been through flames, made me a boss (woah)
lately i’ve been sittin in the house gettin rich (let’s go)
money comin’ in while they pitchin’ fits
my miss, she thick—outside in the whip,
likin' my raps, tryna sign my script (woo)
she can spit, i’ma sign that chick,
biker bitch—ride like a moto flick (zoom)

[Verse 3]
go for the ride, don’t trip (nah)
actin’ like she on a pill again,
baby, hold up, i’m tired—(relax)
but the way she move, might try again (okay)
young flame, yeah, lil niga fire, (fire)
play with me? got smoked, expired (boom)
arguin’ dead, that vibe retire,
i’m too busy tryna get higher (facts)

[Verse 4]
let’s slide, don’t wait—(nah)
i’m tryna dance in a state of grace
cha cha—back it up, set the pace,
real superstar, nothin’ fake (never)
hop out the coupe like “who wanna play?” (me)
bad one tell me i look like pay,
i look like wins, they stuck on Ls,
i talk big checks, not show-and-tells (wooh)

[Pre-Chorus]
drop heat, but i keep it low,
they watchin’ close, like “where he go?”
i move in stealth, don’t let it show (nah)
then boom—new wave, full-blown glow (shine)
pressured up, i’m real, no joke,
tellin’ ya bitch “he next, for sure”
tellin’ ya chick, “that boy too cold,”
then i vanish, slick like snow (gone)

[Chorus]
shake that off—ain’t scared of loss (never)
been through the flames, made me a boss (boss)
lately i’ve been sittin in the house gettin rich (racks)
money keep flippin’ while they throwin’ fits (facts)
miss outside and she love my hits,
she ride that wave, can’t call it quits (nah)
she can rap? i’ma sign that chick,
biker vibe—ride out quick (vroom)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
wake up again—i'm on some more (fire)

Shake That Off [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Huh) (Yeah) (Let's Go!)
(Wooh) (Brrrra!)

[Chorus]
I don’t talk to opps — I let the Glock speak (Boom!)
(Click-clack) fuckn’ round, they layin’ six feet (Pow!)
Smoke in the air, that’s a deadbeat (Woo!)
I don't hear shit, this the death suite (Shhh)
Bitch on my line, but I’m cold wit’ it (Brrr)
Drum on the stick, I unload wit’ it (Boom boom boom)
Tints on the whip, I just roll in it (Skrrt!)
Shit gettin’ hot, but I stroll in it (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Brand new chain, that’s a bloodbath (Drip)
See a opp flinch — I just laugh (Ha!)
Scope so clean, got a clear path (Zoom!)
Heard he talk loud — now he ghost fast (Bye!)
Niga want smoke, got a blunt lit (Smoke!)
Now his whole crew on some sunk shit (Down)
I don’t make threats — I just run shit (Facts)
Clip look long like a drum kit (Brrrra!)

Slide on they block, ain’t no pitstop (Skrrt)
Masked up deep in the pitch dark (Woo!)
Windows drop — that’s a quick spark (Bow!)
Now they whole street got a new mark (Pow pow!)
Hunnid in the bag, no coupons (Nah)
Runnin’ up plays like a Yukon (Zoom!)
Fuckn’ wit' me, that’s a tombstone (Dead)
Sayin’ my name, better move on (Go!)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Yeah) Glock got a stick, it don't jam, no
(Click) Beam on his chest like a cam, woah
She wanna slide for the fam, though
But she ain’t built for the ammo (Boom boom boom!)

[Chorus]
I don’t talk to opps — I let the Glock speak (Boom!)
(Click-clack) fuckn’ round, they layin’ six feet (Pow!)
Smoke in the air, that’s a deadbeat (Woo!)
I don't hear shit, this the death suite (Shhh)
Bitch on my line, but I’m cold wit’ it (Brrr)
Drum on the stick, I unload wit’ it (Boom boom boom)
Tints on the whip, I just roll in it (Skrrt!)
Shit gettin’ hot, but I stroll in it (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Stick by the seat like a seatbelt (Strapped)
Shooters all paid — they don't need help (Nope)
Niga want war, he gon’ see hell (Burn)
Playin’ with death like a spree sale (Ha!)
Bitch too bad, she a decoy (Trap!)
Opps on alert when they hear noise (Run!)
All black fit, that's a deep void (Stealth)
Catch one slip, he a lost boy (Gone!)

Can’t trust shit, that’s the lifestyle (Nah)
Glock by the gut like a child (Hold up)
Ridin’ with rage and a wild smile (Grrr)
Let it all loose like a trial (Bang!)
I got racks — no loan move
Put him in place like a showroom
I just send smoke — no phone booth
This ain’t rap, bitch — it’s a war tune (Facts!)

[Bridge]
(Yeah) Ride with the heat, ain't no drop-off
Click make 'em flip like a hot dog
Opps on my list — I don’t log off
Shooters come fast, no knockoff (Boom boom boom!)

[Chorus]
I don’t talk to opps — I let the Glock speak (Boom!)
(Click-clack) fuckn’ round, they layin’ six feet (Pow!)
Smoke in the air, that’s a deadbeat (Woo!)
I don't hear shit, this the death suite (Shhh)
Bitch on my line, but I’m cold wit’ it (Brrr)
Drum on the stick, I unload wit’ it (Boom boom boom)
Tints on the whip, I just roll in it (Skrrt!)
Shit gettin’ hot, but I stroll in it (Yeah)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Pow!) (Grrrrah!)

Let The Glock Speak [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics: 

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah (woo)
Huh, huh (let's go), brrr (yeah), pow

[Verse 1]
These opp niggas dead (dead)
Ten times outta ten, I'm one step ahead (ahead)
Creep low with that TEC, let it fill up his head (head)
Creep low with that TEC, leave 'em slumped in his bed (bed, bed, bed)
Margiela the stitch, these kicks cost heavy bread (bread)
Bust moves like a glitch, that beam paint him red (paint him red)
Plain chain on my wrist, still dance like it's fed (woo)
Locked in with that green, but still knock off your dreads (brrr)

[Verse 2]
Fake boys done (done)
Ten times outta ten, they run when I come (come)
Pop out with that heat, cook him right to the bone (bone)
Pop out with that heat, leave him stiff like a cone (cone, cone)
Rick Owens drip, that fit on loan (on loan)
Catch him at the light, then he turn to a tone (bah)
Plain face when I aim, but I leave no stone (uh-huh)
Claim he hard, then he fold—now he just a clone (clone, clone)

[Verse 3]
Racks talk loud (talk loud)
Ten times outta ten, I bring the whole crowd (whole crowd)
Slide out that whip, ain't no talkin' allowed (nah)
Slide with the stick, watch him drop on the ground (bow, bow, bow)
Ice-flooded my wrist, now the room turn cold (cold)
Had to cut ties, he was movin’ too bold (too bold)
Plain Jane still bust down like it's gold (like it's gold)
Eyes wide when they see me—like, "Who sold his soul?" (soul, soul)

[Verse 4]
Shots go fast (go fast)
Ten times outta ten, I don't let ‘em last (let ‘em last)
Push to the side, any op in my path (skrrt)
Push to the grave, now he part of the past (bah, bah, bah)
Saint Laurent leather, that fit don't clash (nope)
Kick him down with the force, like the boy got thrashed (thrashed)
Plain vision, no cap, everything been cashed (yeah)
Never talk on my name, unless you want whiplash (brrr)

[Verse 5]
Snakes get sliced (get sliced)
Ten times outta ten, they pay the price (pay the price)
Hop out that cut, put fear in they eyes (woo)
Hop with the rage, leave him quiet, no lies (no lies, lies)
Chrome-Heart my fit, lil’ baby got taste (got taste)
If he act slick, then he done got laced (laced)
Plain game, no trick, just wins in my space (space)
Ten times outta ten, I been runnin’ that race (skrrt, pow)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Opp niggas dead (dead)
Ten times outta ten, I’m one step ahead (head)
Pop out with that heat, leave him stiff in the bed (bed)
Pop out with that heat, let it fill up his head (brrr, brrr, pow)

One Step Ahead [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
Yuh (woo), skrrt (brrr), yuh (let's go!), ayy

[Verse 1]
Hop in the whip like vroom (skrrt), no brakes when I’m slidin’ through (slidin')
Baddie gon’ eat my fumes (eat up), I don’t do lines, I move (zoom)
Steppin’ in black Balmain, wrist got frost like pain (ice)
Ten racks sittin' in the safe — can’t fold, can’t bend, no lane (nah)
Flexin’ my tone, it’s raw (raw), press that gas and I’m gone (gone)
Money real long like scrolls (scroll), neck on glacier stone (ice)
I don’t talk much — I pop (brrr), I don’t chase dreams — I plot (plot)
Twelve on my back like ops, but I got speed they not (woo)

[Chorus]
(Yeah) Pull up, ghost in the mist (skrrt), AP twist on the wrist (twist)
Racks got weight, they lift — these boys all cap, no myth (cap)
Wooh — fly like I don’t exist (float), swerve like Tokyo drift (swerve)
Way too cold, can’t diss — pressure I bring, that hit (pow)

[Verse 2]
Still don’t fold for a name (nah), still got aim with no aim (blrrr)
Still keep heat like flame, no propane — pure octane (woo)
Walk in a spot, get stared (what), y’all too pressed, I’m rare (rare)
Check my stance — I dare, tell ‘em I breathe this air (yeah)
All black tint like shade (skrrt), whip look sleek like blade (cut)
Cashed out three on fade, pockets obese, no weight (woo)
I don’t do tags, just swipes (beep), I don’t do love, just nights (nope)
Call that flex my type, hop out clean, no hype (nah)

[Chorus]
(Yeah) Pull up, ghost in the mist (ghost), AP twist on the wrist (twist)
Racks got weight, they lift — these boys all cap, no myth (cap)
Wooh — fly like I don’t exist (fly), swerve like Tokyo drift (skrrt)
Way too cold, can’t diss — pressure I bring, that hit (hit)

[Bridge]
Skatin’ through time like flash (whoa), big blue bills, no cash (cash)
Slick with a move, then dash (zoom), 12 got lost in a flash (gone)
I don’t play roles, no mask (nah), ice on me like splash (drip)
Talk too tough, get crashed (brra), I’m in my zone — don’t ask (don’t)

[Verse 3]
Roll through the night with beams (pew), team got rage like fiends (rahh)
Walk in clean, no seams (clean), do it like I do dreams (facts)
No tags — I swipe it gleam (beep), whole lotta gold on me (ice)
She like the way I scheme — whole world bow to the king (kneel)
Don’t need no chase, I’m lead (fast), step on necks with ease (stepped)
Gone off torque and speed — way too fly for the feed (woo)
Tints like eyes of death (stare), breath too cold — need breath (ice)
Zone too rare — no theft, straight up flame like meth (burn)

[Chorus]
(Yeah) Pull up, ghost in the mist (mist), AP twist on the wrist (twist)
Racks got weight, they lift — these boys all cap, no myth (nah)
Wooh — fly like I don’t exist (vroom), swerve like Tokyo drift (drift)
Way too cold, can’t diss — pressure I bring, that hit (brrah)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Ayy (skrrt), let's go (woo), huh — pressure, pow (brrr)
Zone out — gone now — can't see how (gone)

Tokyo Drift Talk [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Ayy, yeah) (Woah) (Let’s ride) (Mmm-mmm)
(Feel this one) (Yuh)

[Chorus]
Why you switchin’ up when I gave you the moon? (Why?)
Now you ghost on me, but was callin’ me “boo” (Brrr)
When the fame hit, yeah, they plot on your moves (They do)
Gotta watch close, 'cause they prayin’ you lose (Stay woke)
I put my soul in the verse like a wound (Yeah)
Had to bleed out just to glow in the room (Glow)
Now my heart cold, had to freeze it in June (Skrrt)
Diamonds still dance when I step out the tomb (Wooh)
I gave my trust, but I paid in regret (Facts)
Love me today, then they gone by the next (Gone)
I tried to heal, now I’m numb in the chest (Woo)
Runnin’ these plays with a stick and a vest (Let’s go!)

[Verse 1]
Whippin' emotions, they shift like a foreign (Vroom)
I was ignored, now I feel like I’m soarin’ (High)
Told lil’ shawty don’t lie, keep it honest (Straight)
Tears in my eyes, I be smilin’ regardless (Mmm)
Too many fakes in the circle, I trimmed it (Snip)
Cut off the snakes, had to handle my business (Yeah)
Told my lil’ bro, don’t you follow no gimmicks (Nah)
They want your soul when they see that you winnin’ (Sheesh)
I done seen love turn to envy and spite (Spite)
Seen ‘em go broke tryna keep up the hype (Facts)
Used to be humble, now I flex outta spite (Yeah)
‘Cause pain made me boss up and move like a knight (Checkmate)
Mind in a cage but I’m breakin’ the lock (Break it)
Talk with the gods while I walk with a Glock (Boom)
Real ain't a trend, it's a code, it don’t rot (Never)
I got no love for the ones who just plot (Gone!)

[Chorus]
Why you switchin’ up when I gave you the moon? (The moon)
Now you ghost on me, but was callin’ me “boo” (Boohoo)
When the fame hit, yeah, they plot on your moves (Uh-huh)
Gotta watch close, 'cause they prayin’ you lose (Keep it tight)
I put my soul in the verse like a wound (Yuh)
Had to bleed out just to glow in the room (Shine)
Now my heart cold, had to freeze it in June (June cold)
Diamonds still dance when I step out the tomb (Brrr!)
I gave my trust, but I paid in regret (Yeah)
Love me today, then they gone by the next (Gone!)
I tried to heal, now I’m numb in the chest (Ouch)
Runnin’ these plays with a stick and a vest (Stick up!)

[Outro]
Look in the mirror, I barely see me (Nah)
Soul in the clouds, but my heart in the streets (Skrrt)
They see the ice, but don't feel when I weep (Drip)
Pray for the nights when I barely could eat (Facts)
Used to walk home with a dream in my bag (Bag)
Now it's Goyard and I’m countin’ in stacks (Racks)
They ain't believe, now they beg for a pass (Woo)
But I got memories deep in the cracks (Cracked up)
I can’t forget when they laughed at my pain (Haha)
I took the L’s and I danced in the rain (Rain drops)
Told my emotions to stay in their lane (Yuh)
Switched on my love, now it’s iced in a chain (Frozen)
I ain’t no killer, but please don’t provoke (Nah)
Cut through the tension with fire and smoke (Boom)
Turned all my trauma to money and quotes (Let’s go)
(PMO Music)

Stick and a Vest [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Slatt—yeah (What)
Yuh, yuh, yuh—turn me up (Let's go!)
Woo—woo—bih! (Brrrrah!)

[Chorus]
Loose lips talkin', he a rat, he a trick (Snitch!)
I ain't slidin' through the block, not a tick (Skrrt!)
I been tag-teamin' your chick and her sis (Yeah, huh)
My dawgs never sat, we was stackin' the bricks (Woo!)
Snakes in the grass, all hissin', no missin' (Hiss!)
2900, my set, we persistent (Yeah)
Diamonds from the neck, like a lake, they glistenin' (Splash!)
Got her jumpin' on the stick, Cash Carti positionin' (What, yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I ain't pop out on that curb for a sec (Nah)
Mixin' red with the splash, that's a tech (Splash!)
Buildin’ high, I construct like it's Tetris (Tetris)
Eliantte water drippin’ straight from the vents, yeah (Drip!)
He got that blick? (Blick) He think he hot? (Hot)
I seen him fold in the room with the opps (Snitch!)
I sip the Wock', make the clock feel stopped (Stopped!)
I don’t do love, she a bop, she a thot (Bye!)

Told her "go", now she pushin' that road (Push!)
Put her on game, now she chasin' the goals (Run!)
Turn her to gold, now she glow in her role (Shine!)
She suck it slow like a cone in the cold (Slrrrp!)
Countin' my bag, show the league how I ball (Ball!)
In the boutique, yeah, I’m takin’ it all (Mine!)
Standin' like towers, I'm tall, never fall (Tall!)
Look like Yao Ming, and my eyes like they small (Lean!)
Carti got the wave, now they callin' me raw (Raw!)

[Chorus]
Loose lips talkin', he a rat, he a trick (Talkin'!)
I ain't slidin' through the block, not a tick (Skrrt!)
I been tag-teamin' your chick and her sis (Yeah, yeah)
My dawgs never sat, we was stackin' the bricks (Uh-huh!)
Snakes in the grass, all hissin', no missin' (Hiss, hiss!)
2900, my set, we persistent (Wooh!)
Diamonds from the neck, like a lake, they glistenin' (Bling!)
Got her jumpin' on the stick, Cash Carti positionin' (Yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 2]
Gimme a sec, yeah, gimme a moment (Wait!)
I'm in the field and I feel like I'm chosen (Chosen!)
I bend it, I twist it, I mold it, then own it (Own it!)
They want the drip, but they drown in the ocean (Splash!)
Hop out the whip with a bag like I'm ghostin' (Ghost!)
I got the juice, and it's potent, no potion (Drip!)
Feelin’ like flames, every verse I be roastin’ (Heat!)
That’s why they copy, they clones in slow motion (Woo!)

Talk like a boss and I walk with precision (Facts!)
Stackin' these visions, got plays with precision (Plays!)
In her dimension, I ghost in her system (Gone!)
Then I delete like I'm clearin' the mission (Delete!)
Yeah, get that cash (Cash), flip it then dash (Dash!)
Turnin' up spots when I pop like a flash (Pop!)
Never gon' crash, I just flex on the past (Skrrt!)
Carti with the swag, they just follow the path (Slatt!)

[Outro]
Loose lips talkin', he a rat, he a trick (Brrrah!)
I ain't slidin' through the block, not a tick (Yuh)
I been tag-teamin' your chick and her sis (Twin!)
My dawgs never sat, we was stackin' the bricks (What!)

Cash Carti Position [Prod. PMO Music]

lyrics:

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (wooh)
Mm-mm (let's go)
Pain in my chest, but I carry the cost (yeah)
Told her don’t lie to me — now I’m lost (BRrrra)

[Chorus]
Darlin’, you know you my darlin’
Told you I was broken, but you walked in with no caution (yeah)
Now I’m haunted, blood cold, love feel like it's toxic (brrr)
Tryna hold you close, but you driftin’ like a comet (wooh)
Ay, this ain't what I needed (nah)
You was talkin' peace, but your love had me bleedin' (bleedin’)
Angels on my line, but you dance with the demons
Told you guard my soul, then I watched you delete it (woah)
You change like the tide do (yeah)
Thought I was the moon, but you howlin' at my rivals (grrah)

[Verse 1]
Let me take you back to the block where it started (uh)
We was movin' weight, cold nights, cold-hearted (BRrrra)
Unc said "Trust none," had to keep that knowledge
But I gave you my name, like a tat — now it's tarnished (pow)
Used to ride with the semi in my backpack (click)
You was in the trap, slidin' notes like a flashback
Said you needed time, I gave you all that (yeah)
Now I’m starin' at the stars where you fell at (wooh)
She said, “You different,” I ain’t know what she meant
Played the victim role, I was payin’ the rent (payin’ it)
Heart cold — I done froze in the trench
Now she livin' like a ghost, and I’m numb to the stench

[Pre-Chorus]
Look (yeah), every time I blink I see her face (I see it)
Runnin’ from the past like I’m sprintin’ in a race (skrrt)
All them little lies turned my love into hate
Now I’m prayin' for a sign that I ain’t too late (Lord)

[Chorus]
Darlin’, you know you my darlin’
Used to pull me close, now you lookin' like a target (click)
Now I’m guarded, chain on, feelin’ like a Spartan (rah)
I was tryna build, but you tore down the garden (down)
This pain ain’t easy (nah)
Gave you my trust, but your soul move sneaky (sneaky)
I was on my knees, beggin' God, “Don't leave me” (please)
You kissed my heart, then you let the blade bleed me (woah)
Now I'm cold as December (brrr)
You was fire once — now I barely remember (flames)

[Verse 2]
I was postin' at the corner with my brothers (uh-huh)
Told you if they spin, I might never get to love ya (never)
She was holdin' on my neck like a chain (chain)
Whispered in my ear, “Promise not to change” (swear)
But change is what she did, had me walkin' in the rain (uh)
Now my hoodie smell like pain and propane (boom)
Loyal to the bone, you was playin’ with my name (my name)
Now I’m sippin' on revenge, and it numbs the shame (sip)
Voices in my head go “run, run, run” (run)
Still I stayed, gave her more — dumb, dumb, dumb (dumb)
Got me feelin' like a puppet, all strings undone
Now I’m back to the field, with the war begun (let’s go)

[Bridge]
I can’t lie, yeah (nah)
Your touch still haunt me when I try to fly, yeah (wooh)
Used to hear your laugh and get high, yeah
Now it echo in my mind and it die, yeah (die)
Had me sinkin' deep, now I drown in the motion (splash)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Darlin' [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah) (Let’s get it)
Run it up — no rewind, we just blastin' (Skrrt)
One shot — no caption, just action (Brrrra)

[Verse 1]
Crack in the concrete, I rose like a demon (Woooh)
Steel in my waist — I don’t talk, I just mean it (Pow)
Clock in my head, and my mind got no limit (Tick—Tick)
Dark thoughts lurk, I be dancin’ with spirits (Yeah)

Slept in the mud with a dream like a titan (Huh)
Pressure on me, I turn ghosts into diamonds (Ice!)
Talk out they neck — then they fold, they ain’t violent (Nope)
I’m war in the flesh, got a soul that’s defiant (Let’s Go!)

I speak like I bled it, I walk with precision (Facts)
Your talk is aesthetic — my style is incision (Slice)
I’m built for the mission, you built for the mentions (Ayy)
My pain been encrypted — my code got dimensions (Woooh)

Never need love, I need fear in the room (Fear!)
Look in my eye — you’ll see night with no moon (Dark)
He reach, he get swept like a witch on a broom (BRrrra)
Whole squad eat — you just fight for a spoon (Yeah)

[Chorus]
We was made in the fire (Fire) — now we flameproof (Flame!)
Eyes red like a flare when I blaze through (Skrrt!)
Heart black but the hustle got a clear view (Zoom!)
Talk loud, but they vanish when we near you (Gone!)

I don’t fold, I don’t bend — I’m a monolith (Brick)
Every bar like a stone where the knowledge is (Facts!)
I was silent in pain, now I’m loud with it (Loud!)
Say you real — but your soul got no consonance (Nah)

[Verse 2]
I ain’t duckin’ no fate — I be walkin’ with truth (Truth)
I don’t run from the war — I just sharpen my proof (Click clack)
Took L’s on the chin, now they formin’ my roots (Deep)
And my hunger don’t fade — I’m still starvin’ the booth (Woooh)

They chase for the clout — I be movin’ in stealth (Shhh)
I don’t need no applause, I got pride in myself (Yeah)
Told bro, “Stay low, let the fire reveal” (Reveal)
'Cause them boys turn to snakes when they eye on the wealth (Hissss)

Shots rang — now he holy like scriptures (Pow)
Life short — I don’t pose for no pictures (Nope)
In the trench where the dreams meet friction (Frrah)
Had to level my pain into wisdom — (Yeah)

Now I slide with a vengeance, my aim like a lens (Click)
I don’t flinch, I don’t break — I just bend when it tense (Tense)
All them lines that they quote — I just live 'em in sense (Facts!)
I don’t talk to the feds, I just talk with offense (Talk!)

[Chorus]
We was made in the fire (Fire) — now we flameproof (Flame!)
Eyes red like a flare when I blaze through (Skrrt!)
Heart black but the hustle got a clear view (Zoom!)
Talk loud, but they vanish when we near you (Gone!)

I don’t fold, I don’t bend — I’m a monolith (Brick)
Every bar like a stone where the knowledge is (Facts!)
I was silent in pain, now I’m loud with it (Loud!)
Say you real — but your soul got no consonance (Nah)

Flameproof [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Yuh) (Let’s go) (Ayy) (BRRrrrah)

[Chorus]
Did some sins, can’t take 'em back, with a centerfold in black (wooh)
I’m the rarest one alive, got her ghosted like a snap (yeah, yeah)
Once I spark this wood, like a ritual I detach (uh-huh)
Once I spark this wood, like a ritual I detach (let's go)
Watch the smoke go spiral wide, chrome emotions in disguise
She was never by my side, I was lost but now I glide (vroom)
Roll a zip, then watch me fly, put that moonrock in the sky (gone, gone, gone)
I can't tell what you mean to me
Tell me what you mean, tell me what you mean (mean, mean, mean)
I can't tell what you mean to me
Tell me what you mean, tell me what you mean (mean, mean, mean)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm ghostin’ through the night, silence louder than her cries (shhh)
She want feelings, I want peace, baby, you just kill my highs (facts)
Heart been froze like cryo, ain't no drip, this crystalized (bling)
She been tryna find my soul, but that thing already died (pow)
Pressure in my lungs, and that gas is never light (never)
Only trust in 1's and 0's, love a code that won’t rewrite (nah)
Tell me what you want—no, for real, what’s the type?
'Cause you maskin' every motive when you talkin' through the mic (brrrah)
Told her back up, give me space, this ain’t no romantic race
Tryna judge me from a phase, while I vanish without trace (zoom)
She like “Where you goin'?” — to a place where silence pays
Where the echoes of my past never pull up to my face (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Swear this city got me jaded, all this flexin’ lookin’ dated
Shorty wanted validation, I just wanted isolation (alone)
Switchin’ lanes in different states, that’s my way of meditation
Tryna heal what’s left of me with some chronic education (roll it)

[Chorus]
Did some sins, can’t take 'em back, with a centerfold in black (wooh)
I’m the rarest one alive, got her ghosted like a snap (yeah, yeah)
Once I spark this wood, like a ritual I detach (uh-huh)
Once I spark this wood, like a ritual I detach (let's go)
Watch the smoke go spiral wide, chrome emotions in disguise
She was never by my side, I was lost but now I glide (vroom)
Roll a zip, then watch me fly, put that moonrock in the sky (gone, gone, gone)
I can't tell what you mean to me
Tell me what you mean, tell me what you mean (mean, mean, mean)
I can't tell what you mean to me
Tell me what you mean, tell me what you mean (mean, mean, mean)

[Outro]
Lights dimmed, I’m on alert, trust been shattered past repair (uh)
She like puzzles, I like peace, that’s a mismatch we can't share (nah)
Tried to pull me into drama, I’m too rare to even care (too rare)
I'm too focused on my commas, can’t get caught up in despair (money)
Betrayals on replay, I see snakes in every stare (hiss)
Said she want the real me — baby, that one isn’t there (gone)
I’m a myth in human skin, movin’ quiet, never bare (shhh)
Got this weight up in my soul, turn my smoke into a prayer (whoa)
They don’t see the price I pay, they just envy all my ways

What You Mean [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Hah) (Let’s Go!) (Slatt) (Ouuuh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah—(What?)

[Chorus]
I can’t love no fuckin' thot, she just here for what I got (brrra)
Left me when the funds was low, now I’m risin’ like the stock (wooh)
Diamonds cold, I let 'em talk, wrist like winter never stop (slatt)
Pain been pourin' in my cup, sip it slow, I feel the drop (yeah)
I said, “Fuck that bitch,” then dipped, I ain’t playin’ victim shit (nah)
Turned my Ls into some wins, now they beg to touch the wrist (ice)
They was laughin’, now they pissed, see me stuntin’ in the mix (ha)
Fuck that noise, I made it lit, Keed flow—never miss (slatt slatt)

[Verse 1]
(Yeah) Dreams big, bigger than my sins, I just bank on God to win (facts)
I was starvin', feedin' pride, demons talkin’ through the wind (wooh)
Took some losses, ain't pretend, pressure hit—I let it bend (bend)
Kept that fire in my pen, now my verses worth the yen (racks)
Shorty fake, she want the fame, tryna trap me for my name (hell nah)
Hit then ghost like I’m Bruce Wayne, then I vanished in the rain (gone)
Fuck your clique, that shit is lame, we was hungry, y’all was tame (pussy)
Now my brodie push that range, swervin' on ‘em, switchin' lanes (vroom)

[Pre-Chorus]
Told my heart “don’t trust no face,” fake love sweet, but leave a taste (nasty)
I been floatin’ out in space, poppin’ pills to numb the place (uh)
Still that pain just won’t erase, so I lace it in the bass (boom)
Now they feel me through they veins, like I’m speakin’ from the grave (yuh)

[Chorus]
I can’t love no fuckin' thot, she just here for what I got (let’s go!)
Left me when the funds was low, now I’m risin’ like the stock (ay)
Diamonds cold, I let 'em talk, wrist like winter never stop (ice)
Pain been pourin' in my cup, sip it slow, I feel the drop (uh)
I said, “Fuck that bitch,” then dipped, I ain’t playin’ victim shit (nah)
Turned my Ls into some wins, now they beg to touch the wrist (bling)
They was laughin’, now they pissed, see me stuntin’ in the mix (woo)
Fuck that noise, I made it lit, Keed flow—never miss (skrrt skrrt)

[Verse 2]
(Yeah) Pop my pain into a verse, I spit spells, they feel the curse (feel it)
Had to bleed before the burst, now I’m tailored like a church (clean)
Industry full of these shirts, all these puppets sound rehearsed (puppet)
I bring pressure in the dirt, grew these roses where it hurt (facts)
Took my trauma, made it wealth, mental scars my secret stealth (deep)
Haters talk, but duck for health, got ‘em runnin’ outta breath (outta breath)
She a demon in a dress, tried to trap me with the sex (nah)
But I’m smarter than the flex, I been vibin’ with the checks (brrah)

[Bridge]
(Yeah) (Let it breathe)
Smoke clouds when I grieve—still I stack what I believe (uh)
Money tall, I gotta weave, through the snakes and all the thieves (shhh)
Never beg, I made ‘em leave, now they cryin’ like a seed (cryin')
Now I’m up, no need to plead—Keed the sound, I’m what they need (let’s go)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Pour up) (Skrrt) (Uh)

Cant't Love Thots [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyric:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah) (It's real) (Wooh) (Let's go!)
(Baby, you know what it is) (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Met you in the city lights (yeah)
Face glowin' like a queen in the night (wooh)
Rollin' up a vibe so tight (uh)
Got me trippin’ off your look, no sprite (nah)
Heard you got a past full of pain (pain)
Baby, let me wash it off like rain (drip)
Diamonds on your wrist, no chain (ice)
You the treasure that I had to reclaim (facts)
Pull up in the deep end, splash (splash)
You and me, girl, we breakin' the dash (skrrt)
Enemies lurk but we laugh (ha)
In the coupe, blowin' smoke to the past (gone)
Say you scared of love, it's a trap (it's a trap)
Told you, baby, I'm the map to your path (facts)
Never fold when it’s hard, that's a pact (pact)
Now we vibin’ on a whole different craft (blast)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Pow) (Let's ride) (Ayy)
Every scar you hide, girl, I see through (see through)
I'ma be the one who gon' free you (free you)
Baby, lean in, let me breathe you (breathe you)
All this real, not a preview (no way)

[Chorus]
Girl, I want your love in the worst way (worst way)
(Wooh) You the only drug that I won't trade (won't trade)
(Yeah) Pull up to the crib on a Thursday (Thursday)
(Brrrra) Hit it so deep that you won't stray (won't stray)
Got me prayin’ for your touch every night now (night now)
(Yeah) Heartbeat drummin’ like a fight now (fight now)
(Yeah) Tellin' all my dawgs, "She the light now" (light now)
(Pow) Baby, you the throne, I’m the crown now (crown now)

[Verse 2]
City full of vultures, we glide (glide)
Movin’ through the hate with pride (yeah)
(Pow) Bonnie to my Clyde, no lie (no lie)
Shots fly but we only aim high (high)
Girl, you sweeter than a double cup (cup)
Got me lifted every time we link up (link up)
Enemies mad 'cause they luck up (woo)
We just toast to the nights, double up (double up)
Nails done, hair laid, you the one (one)
Pull you closer when the drama come (come)
Never let the fake intervene (nah)
You my goddess, girl, you my queen (queen)
They don't know 'bout the nights we cried (nah)
Or the dreams that we built on the side (side)
Told you, love, I'ma ride till I die (ride)
Got you inked in my heart like a sign (sign)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Yeah) (Let's Go!) (Wooh)
Every scar you hide, girl, I see through (see through)
I'ma be the one who gon' free you (free you)
Baby, lean in, let me breathe you (breathe you)
All this real, not a preview (no way)

[Chorus]
Girl, I want your love in the worst way (worst way)
(Wooh) You the only drug that I won't trade (won't trade)
(Yeah) Pull up to the crib on a Thursday (Thursday)
(Brrrra) Hit it so deep that you won't stray (won't stray)
Got me prayin’ for your touch every night now (night now)
(Yeah) Heartbeat drummin’ like a fight now (fight now)
(Yeah) Tellin' all my dawgs, "She the light now" (light now)
(Pow) Baby, you the throne, I’m the crown now (crown now)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah) (Let's ride out) (Wooh) (You know what it is)
(Love and War) (Pow)

Worst Way [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yuh) (Let's Go) (Wooh)
(Brra) (Pow) (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Fuck what they said, I ain't trustin' no bitch (nah)
Niga move wrong, he get hit with the switch (bow)
Shit ain't a game, I ain't playin' with thots (woo)
Put that boy under, get chalked on the spot (skrrt)
Bitch wanna talk but she playin' too much (hoe)
Money on deck, I ain't savin' no slut (nah)
Fuck what they said, I ain't trustin' no bitch (yeah)
Niga move wrong, he get hit with the switch (brrah)

[Verse 1]
Ice in my veins, I be colder than death (brrr)
Loadin' up sticks, I ain't takin' no breath (wooh)
Talk on my name, you get stomped where you step (stomp)
Shit goin' left, you get left where you slept (bow)
Bitch call me daddy, but she just a op (thot)
Got two twin Glocks, make 'em dance, no pop (grrah)
Snakes in the grass, so I'm cuttin' the crop (snip)
Grew up with demons, ain't learnin' to stop (nope)
I ride with the reaper, he sit in the back (skrrt)
Pistol go singin', that bitch on attack (pow)
I been in hell and I made it right back (yeah)
Pray on my fall, you get turned to a pack (smoke)
Fuck is you sayin', lil' niga, I'm blessed (wooh)
Flexin' too loud, get a hole in your chest (grrah)
Fuck is you claimin', you broke and you stressed (lame)
Talkin' in codes, but I know you a pest (bitch)

[Pre-Chorus]
Load up the clip, let it spark like it's night (brrah)
I got that venom, I'm killin' on sight (sight)
Movin' too quick, you get caught in the light (yeah)
This ain't no rap, this a real niga fight (fight!)

[Chorus]
Fuck what they said, I ain't trustin' no bitch (nope)
Niga move wrong, he get hit with the switch (grrah)
Shit ain't a game, I ain't playin' with thots (hoe)
Put that boy under, get chalked on the spot (woo)
Bitch wanna talk but she playin' too much (hoe)
Money on deck, I ain't savin' no slut (nah)
Fuck what they said, I ain't trustin' no bitch (yeah)
Niga move wrong, he get hit with the switch (pow)

[Verse 2]
Dirt on my boots, but the heart stay clean (facts)
Movin' in silence, get hit if you seen (pop)
Murder the beat, got a Glock with a beam (grah)
Cash in my jeans, put a opp in a dream (sleep)
Bitch from the west, but she swallow my sins (wooh)
Pull up in black like I'm creepin' with twins (creep)
Demon time jumpin', I'm takin' your wins (yeah)
Cross on my chest, but I'm livin' in sins (amen)
Fuck up the set if they movin' too loud (shhh)
Shooters like wolves, they gon' hunt through the crowd (howl)
Bitch on my dick and she screamin' too proud (hoe)
I send her back and go smoke on the loud (loud)
Fuck your lil' set, fuck your lil' squad (fuck 'em)
Niga got hit, now he meetin' his God (boom)
Thots wanna leech, so I move like a mob (skrrt)
Hands on the grip, I ain't givin' no nod (nah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Load up the clip, let it spark like it's night (grrah)
I got that venom, I'm killin' on sight (bow)
Movin' too quick, you get caught in the light (wooh)
This ain't no rap, this a real niga fight (fight!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Hit With The Switch [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeahh) (Ooh, let's go) (Flex) (Gang shit) (Brrrah!)

[Verse 1]
Shawty got that stick on her waist like a holster (woo)
Move with the pack — no rats, no vultures (nah)
Ran up the racks, now she stunt like she 'posed to (posed to)
Eyes wide shut — we get lit off the potion (wooh)
Fuck what they sayin', we ballin' regardless (yeah)
Hittin' these licks, now the wrist lookin' heartless (frozen)
Roll with a queen, turn the trap to a fortress (trap)
Hundred on the dash when we race through the darkness (skrrt!)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Yeahh)
Tatted my name on her neck, that’s a trophy (trophy)
(Flex)
I ain’t gotta flex, but she glow when she hold me (glow)
(Slatt)
Sip on that Wok, then we drift like we floatin' (drift)
(Yeah!)
Shawty got the heat in her purse — she be totin' (grrah!)

[Chorus]
She a ride or die, slide wit’ the stick (slide!)
Run it up high, dive in the bricks (dive!)
Fucking my mind up, drip too sick (sick)
Now we up sky-high, ball so lit (lit)
(Woah)
She my trap queen, love so raw (raw)
Countin' them bands while she roll my jaw (bands)
Yeah, that lil' demon gon' break the law (law)
If they talk crazy, she up that jaw (brrrah!)

[Verse 2]
Louis V tags on her toes, no basic (nah)
Pulled up two times — whole scene look vacant (woo)
Movin’ too slick, no flicks, no statements (nah)
Only real G’s in the books we’re pagin' (let's go)
Drip on her wrist got her swimmin’ in Neptune (drip)
Walkin’ through flames — no cap — she immune (immune)
Ice in my veins, cold soul like a monsoon (brr)
Runnin' this game while she spark up the backroom (skrrt)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Yeahh)
Tatted my name on her neck, that’s a trophy (trophy)
(Flex)
I ain’t gotta flex, but she glow when she hold me (hold me)
(Slatt)
Sip on that Wok, then we drift like we floatin' (drift)
(Yeah!)
Shawty got the heat in her purse — she be totin' (grrah!)

[Chorus]
She a ride or die, slide wit’ the stick (slide!)
Run it up high, dive in the bricks (dive!)
Fucking my mind up, drip too sick (sick)
Now we up sky-high, ball so lit (lit)
(Woah)
She my trap queen, love so raw (raw)
Countin' them bands while she roll my jaw (bands)
Yeah, that lil' demon gon' break the law (law)
If they talk crazy, she up that jaw (brrrah!)

[Bridge]
(Shitttt)
Whip it, flip it — got a band in a minute (flip it!)
(Ayy)
She get wicked with the blade — she committed (wicked!)
(Yeahh)
Money counter sing when we spin it — infinite (count up!)
(Ooh)
If it’s smoke, we pull up — no limits (brrrah!)

[Chorus]
She a ride or die, slide wit’ the stick (slide!)
Run it up high, dive in the bricks (dive!)
Fucking my mind up, drip too sick (sick)
Now we up sky-high, ball so lit (lit)
(Woah)
She my trap queen, love so raw (raw)
Countin' them bands while she roll my jaw (bands)
Yeah, that lil' demon gon' break the law (law)
If they talk crazy, she up that jaw (brrrah!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah, ride or die) (Trap Queen) (Big Flex!)
(Slatt!) (Let's Go!) (Gang!)

Trap Queen [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Wooh) (Pow) (Let’s Go!)
Yeah — we in this bitch
(Huh) (Gang!) (Skrrt Skrrt)

[Chorus]
36 bricks in a blacked-out Beamer (Skrrt)
Riding with a demon, name Trina, clutchin' on Nina (Brrra)
Ice on my chest like the freezer had a seizure (Woah)
Diamonds say “Hi!” every time I meet ya (Talk to 'em)
Penthouse view, no, bitch I can’t see ya (Nah)
Neck on tsunami, wrist Aquafina (Splash)
Money so loud, I don’t need no speaker (Woo!)
36 rounds, boy I ride with the reaper (Grrah Grrah)

[Verse 1]
Pack came in, wrapped tight like a mummy (Let’s Go!)
Whole squad eatin’, we ain’t missin' no money (Nah)
Plug talk sweet, but I move real gully (Talk)
Trap house jumpin’ like the floor got bunnies (Boing!)
Got a lil freak in the back named Tammy (Woah)
Work in the trunk, two MACs in the Camry (Skrrt Skrrt)
Bitch in my ear like “You gon’ bring a Grammy?”
Told her I’m tryna flip more than Miami (Ha!)
Gold on my teeth, I don’t talk, I glisten (Bling)
Ops want peace but they all end missin’ (Pow)
Slide through blocks like a late night mission
Gun got a drum, but it sound like a piston (Brrra!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Ice talk back like a smart-ass diva (Yup)
Strapped like a pastor with the Book and the heater (Amen)
If I see 12, then I’m gone like a cheetah (Zoom)
Don’t ask me shit, I don’t fuck with subpoena (Fuck that)

[Chorus]
36 bricks in a blacked-out Beamer (Skrrt)
Riding with a demon, name Trina, clutchin' on Nina (Brrra)
Ice on my chest like the freezer had a seizure (Woah)
Diamonds say “Hi!” every time I meet ya (Talk to 'em)
Penthouse view, no, bitch I can’t see ya (Nah)
Neck on tsunami, wrist Aquafina (Splash)
Money so loud, I don’t need no speaker (Woo!)
36 rounds, boy I ride with the reaper (Grrah Grrah)

[Verse 2]
New zip, same grind — that’s rotation (Uh-huh)
Had to put the work on a boat like a vacation (Sail!)
Hood full of shooters, no PlayStation (Click clack)
One eye open like I’m on probation (Facts)
I ain’t tryna flex — but this flex come proper (Woo!)
Whip game strong, I can teach ya 'bout product (Let's Go!)
Opps talk tough till they meet my chopper (Grrah)
Whole team hot like I’m leadin’ a lava (Ahhh)
Used to move nickels, now I’m dealin' with boulders
Used to get chased, now I slide in the Rover (Skrrt)
If she ain’t bad, then I ghost like a polter
If he talk wild, then I aim at his molars (Bang)

[Bridge]
I'm a flexer — not a texter (Nope)
Broke boy move, I finesse with no pressure (Smooth)
Hunnid round drum, got a beat like a lecture (Rat-a-tat-tat)
Runnin’ up bands — every day, I get fresher (Drip)

[Chorus]
36 bricks in a blacked-out Beamer (Skrrt)
Riding with a demon, name Trina, clutchin' on Nina (Brrra)
Ice on my chest like the freezer had a seizure (Woah)
Diamonds say “Hi!” every time I meet ya (Talk to 'em)
Penthouse view, no, bitch I can’t see ya (Nah)
Neck on tsunami, wrist Aquafina (Splash)
Money so loud, I don’t need no speaker (Woo!)
36 rounds, boy I ride with the reaper (Grrah Grrah)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Blacked-Out Beamer [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah (Let’s get it)
(Wooh) Uh, uh, yeah
(Huh) (BRrrra)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Skrrt!)
Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy (Let’s go!)

[Verse 1]
Back in the cut with a pack and a play (Yeah)
I made a flip by the end of the day (Flip it)
Cartier frame and the lens all gray
Bitch I maneuver, I’m outta they way (Vroom)
Perky dissolve in the Henny, I sway (Wooh)
Talkin’ in numbers, no minimum pay
Racks in the duffel, my language is trade
Shorty want me but she can't get a stay (Nah)

She on her knees like she prayin’ to God (Facts)
Mouth got the grip, had to give her a nod (Okay)
Ran through a hunnid, then doubled the odds
I ain’t no regular, bitch I’m a god (Wooh)
Trench to the top, now my ceiling is stars (Stars)
That ain't a rental, it came with the scars
Keepin’ it clean but my hustle is dark
Too many crosses, I move like a shark (Slide)

[Chorus]
Too many bands, I don't gotta pretend (Bands)
Breakin' the mold, I don't follow no trends (Nah)
Came with the fire, they copy the blend
I make a call and it never depends (Pow)
Fuck all that talkin', just show me the ends (Woo)
Dodgin’ the fakes, I don’t need to make friends
Came with a Glock and it don’t need a lens
If you move foul, that’s where it ends (Boom!)

[Verse 2]
Shawty too nosy, she askin’ for stats
Told her relax, I ain’t givin' her jack (Nope)
Fly to the bank, I be countin’ it back
VVS glowin', it's lit like a match (Ice)
Hopped off a plane, then I hopped in the booth
Still in the game and I move with the truth
Cut from a cloth that’s too rare for the youth
Step in the zone and I turn to a brute (Grrrah)

Whip got no key, just a thumb and it start (Skrrt)
Shorty in red, but she playin' her part
Told her don't text, I ain't breakin' her heart
Leave it on read while I'm pushin' the cart
Don’t do emotions, I’m locked in the grind
Cashed out the safe and I didn’t rewind
I’m in the lead and they fallin’ behind
This ain’t no race, but I’m lappin’ the line (Zoom)

[Chorus]
Too many bands, I don't gotta pretend (Racks)
Breakin' the mold, I don't follow no trends
Came with the fire, they copy the blend
I make a call and it never depends (Skrrt)
Fuck all that talkin', just show me the ends (Ends)
Dodgin’ the fakes, I don’t need to make friends
Came with a Glock and it don’t need a lens
If you move foul, that’s where it ends (Boom!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Slatt!)
Wooh, yeah
Hunnids and fifties, I'm countin’ again
They play pretend, but I really ascend
Tryna play savage? You know I defend
Whole lotta trade shit, that's how it end (Pow!)

I Don't Gotta Pretend [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, huh, Jetski (Jetski, Jetski)
Fuck it up — ayy Fizzle, light me up! (Brrra!)
(Yuh) Woo! Gang, gang, gang (Let’s go!)

[Chorus]
Iced out grill (Bling), diamonds bite, that shit unreal (Woof)
She pop a pill (Perc'), now she dancin' off the seal (Wasted)
Countin' bills (Racks), blue face bustin' out the seal (Ayy)
Walk in flames (Wooh), red bottoms look like steel (Skrrt!)
Foreign bitch (Yeah), no speak, but she know the drill (She know it)
FN loaded (Click), shoot the scene like Cloverfield (Boom!)
Whatchu feel? (What?) Bitch, I'm colder than a deal (Freeze)
Cartier (Ice), I just spent that on a meal (Yum)

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I’m out in Tokyo (Skrrt), pourin’ wok in matcha tea (Sippin’)
Shawty talkin' reckless, now she talkin’ on her knees (Slurp)
Nina got no manners, it go off without a please (Grrah!)
All my diamonds dancin', I got water on my sleeves (Splash)
Plug out in Ibiza, send the bricks like FedEx speed (Zoom)
Twenty on the dresser, thirty more up in the weed (Racks)
She just wanna fuck me for the fame, not the creed (Nah)
I just want her throat and then I’m ghostin’ like a breeze (Poof)
Snakes up in the grass — I hear ’em hissin’ when I walk (Sss)
So I keep that pole on me like Moses when I talk (Talk to ’em!)
My bro got that mop, it’ll slide just like chalk (Grrah!)
Now his name on a shirt, turned a flex into a loss (Pow!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Dior mask (Woo), cover my sins with fashion (Drip)
Bitch got hips, but her heart full of passion (Toxic)
Countin' up ten while the lambo be dashin' (Skrrt)
Blood on the bands, now the money need a napkin (Ew!)

[Chorus]
Iced out grill (Bling), diamonds bite, that shit unreal (Ayy)
She pop a pill (Perc'), now she dancin' off the seal (Yuh)
Countin' bills (Woo), blue face bustin' out the seal (Racks)
Walk in flames (Huh), red bottoms look like steel (Pow)
Foreign bitch (Uh), no speak, but she know the drill (Go!)
FN loaded (Click), shoot the scene like Cloverfield (Boom!)
Whatchu feel? (What?), bitch I'm colder than a deal (Freezin’)
Cartier (Yuh), I just spent that on a meal (Flex!)

[Verse 2]
Used to hit licks, now it’s 40 on my kicks (On God)
Bitch said she loyal, but she hoppin’ like a glitch (Cap)
I got the wave like tsunami when it hit (Splash)
He tried to surf, now he sleepin' with the fish (Brrra!)
Glock got attachments, came with a switch (Grrah)
I do my dance, then I vanish in the mist (Woo)
Opps try to talk, now he talkin' through a list (List)
Gold in my mouth like I’m talkin’ with a fist (Shine!)
Bentley truck, matte black — no cap (Skrrt)
Bitch got a back like a DJ clap (Clap!)
Whole lotta sticks like a tree in a trap (Wooh)
I don’t play games, but I still got a strap (Bitch!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Jetski, Jetski — flyin’ through the cash route (Cash!)
Shawty want the wave, she just tryna crash out (Boom!)
Don’t know how to love, all I know is max out (Max!)
Threw her out the spot — she was tweakin', spazzed out (Yuh!)

Iced Out Grill [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyric:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Woah) (Yeah) (Haaan)
Brrrra—We lit now (Let's Go!)
I turned silence to a gold sound (Pow)

[Verse 1]
I was duckin’ them laws in the Civic (Skrrt!)
Now my pinky got snow like it's Christmas (Woooh)
Nigga talkin’ that smoke, he a witness (Haaan)
He ain't never did dirt, he a gymnast (Flip!)
I been stretchin’ that weight like it's fitness (Yeah)
Now my pockets on sumo, they lifted (Heavy!)
Diamonds hittin’ like boxers with vengeance
Niggas hate but they watchin’ the entrance

Label callin’, I’m laughin’ like “Which deal?” (Haha)
I’m just stackin’ like bricks, gettin’ rich still (Let's Go!)
In a Hellcat, the dash like a treadmill
I been runnin’ this game, that's a big drill (Skrrt!)
In my city, I’m king like I’m Winslow
Tell that ho she can’t stay, this a winslow (Bye!)
I got shooters in suits like a Brinks show
When we pull up, it's curtains, no window (Brrrra!)

[Chorus]
I’m too wavy, Nigga — hold up (Splash!)
In the jungle, had to grow up (Yeah)
Now I’m icy like Dakota (Bling!)
Money talkin', it won't shut up (Never)
(Yeah yeah) I’m too deep in my bag now
(Whoa) All this pain made me brag now
(Pow) On they necks, never back down
Chasin’ checks, never sat down

[Verse 2]
Mama told me, “Don’t trust all these faces” (Uh uh)
Told her, “I got it,” I’m switchin' the places (Switch!)
Now it's thousand-dollar jeans, no laces
I’m in Chrome with a heart full of phases (Cold)
Told my brodie, “Stay down, it get spacious”
Now we floodin’ the game like it's basements (Flood!)
He was loyal, I paid for his cases
We was runnin' from time, now we raceless

They ain’t real, they be cappin' in deepfake (Facts)
I was eatin' off crumbs on a cheap plate
Now my closet got tiers like a cheesecake
Every night with a model on each state (Brrrra!)
Shawty tell me she love how I think straight
But my mind on the milli, I can’t wait
It’s the thrill in the fall like it’s sweepstakes
I go harder with loss, I don’t deflate (Nope!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Now my pain got a melody, nigga (Yup)
All my scars turned to energy, nigga (Pow)
Turned a grave to a legacy, nigga (Woooh)
Ain’t no fakin' my pedigree, nigga (Never!)

[Chorus]
I’m too wavy, Nigga — hold up (Splash!)
In the jungle, had to grow up (Roar)
Now I’m icy like Dakota (Bling!)
Money talkin', it won't shut up (Talk to me)
(Yeah yeah) I’m too deep in my bag now
(Wooh) All this pain made me brag now
(Pow) On they necks, never back down
Chasin’ checks, never sat down

[Verse 3]
Niggas doubt me, they stuck in that past tense
I was broke, now I’m lit — no accent (Lit!)
Now it’s chains on my neck, call it traction
Talk is cheap, but I deal in transactions (Cha-ching!)
If I said it, I meant it, no captions
We don’t beef, we just move with that action (Skrrt!)
I be silent, but move like assassins
Only fear I acknowledge is taxes

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Too wavy, nigga, can’t drown (Yeah)
In my lane and it’s shut down (Vroom)
Talk money or don't come round (Pow)
Built a throne, now I run crown (Let’s Go!)

Never Sat Down [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yo) (Woo) (Let’s Go) (Uh huh) (Skrrt!)

[Verse 1]
I’m the soul of my district
Mouth run like a misfit (brrra)
Poured up, now I’m twisted
Backroom with a vixen (yeah)
She wild, got ambition
Grind mode, no intermission (woo)
Used to move with suspicion
Now it’s Maybach editions (let's go!)
Ten deep at the table
All my dawgs been official (wooh)
Used to wash off the pistol
Now we toast with the crystal (bling)
Had to fight for my place
Now the throne sentimental
Sayin’ grace while I’m eating
This steak too monumental (facts)

[Chorus]
I’m the flame in the city (skrrt)
Whole crew getting litty (lit)
Bad bitch, got no pity (nah)
Swear she ride like a Hemi (vroom)
Glizzy close to the kidney
Nigga play, it get gritty (brrra)
She ain’t mine, just a quickie
But she still call me pretty (ha!)
I’m the flame in the city (uh huh)
Real ones ridin’ with me (yeah)
I be movin’ too swiftly
Nigga broke, he iffy (woo)
Now the room getting drippy (drip)
She say “Jack, come kiss me”
Nigga mad, come get me (yeah)
That .40 stay with me (pow!)

[Verse 2]
Threw the ones at the dancer
Got her shaped like a panther (woo)
She in love with the banter
Turned a scammer to a prancer (yeah)
Got a opp in Atlanta
He don’t pop, just banter (facts)
Bitch say I’m too handsome
Gave her face like a stanza (ugh)
Nigga hate but he envy
Told my dawg, “Keep it trendy”
We was pushin' that Wendy
Now it's lobster and Henny (let's go!)
Got her head in my Fendi
She want love? Don’t tempt me
I just flex on the entry
Left the scene feelin' empty (bitch)

[Pre-Chorus]
Big boy talk, no whisper (nah)
Whole set got richer (wooh)
Snatched her off of a pitcher
Now she pose like a fixture (yeah)
Fucked once, then I ditched her
Told the bros I ain’t miss her
She in love with a swisher
But she dreamin' 'bout richer (facts)

[Chorus]
I’m the flame in the city (flame)
Whole crew getting litty (litty)
Bad bitch, got no pity (nah)
Swear she ride like a Hemi (vroom)
Glizzy close to the kidney (blrrr)
Nigga play, it get gritty (brrra)
She ain’t mine, just a quickie (quick)
But she still call me pretty (yeah!)
I’m the flame in the city (flame)
Real ones ridin’ with me (with me)
I be movin’ too swiftly (fast)
Nigga broke, he iffy (fuck him)
Now the room getting drippy (drip)
She say “Jack, come kiss me” (ha)
Nigga mad, come get me (bitch)
That .40 stay with me (Pow!)

[Verse 3]
They was sleepin’ on me—(zzz)
Now I’m deep in they mentions (yeah)
Got a line full of bitches
Said my game’s too offensive (sheesh)
I was raised with the tension
Now I ball, no suspension (facts)
From the block to dimension
She pop out with extensions (glah!)
Talk slick, I might test ya (woo)
Hunnid deep in that Tesla
Nigga fold under pressure
I just move like a wrestler (slam)
Ain’t no cap on my dresser
We just blast then we bless her
Turned a loss to a lecture
Turned a bitch to investor (woo!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Steppin' out like it’s nothing)
(She with me, no discussion)
(That’s facts—let’s go!)

Flame In The City [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Yeah) (Let’s go!)
(Zoomin’ outta space now)
(We in Japan, bitch)

[Chorus]
Touchdown in Japan (Wooh) — saké in my hand (Yeah)
Shawty do a dance, twerkin’ on the yen (Let’s go!)
Nigga talk slick — we gone spin his van (BRRRRA!)
Flew her out the land — I ain’t never land (Zoom!)
Rolex speakin' French, wrist say "oui oui"
Talkin' crazy on a jet, got her hot off the gleam (Woo!)
Pressure in my lungs, I been puffin’ that Wasabi (Gas)
Thousand-dollar ramen — eatin’ rich like it’s a hobby (Slurp!)

[Verse 1]
(Yeah) Walk in with a blade, samurai drippin’ (Wooh)
Niggas want beef — I filet 'em in the kitchen (Sheesh)
Told that bitch chill, she too loud in the Civic (Shut up!)
Foreign lil' freak, she don’t speak, but she gifted (Yuh)
Louie on the wrap, I ain’t takin’ off the sticker (Facts)
Shinin’ like a shrine, I got gold on my liquor (Bling!)
Try to cross me — send his soul to the river (Pow!)
Still a street preacher, but my words just quicker (Preach!)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Yeah) They ain't never seen this wave in the East (Let's go!)
Studio in temples, I record with the priests (Ha!)
Bitch from Osaka say my slang too beast (Too cold)
Jetson drop the beat, now we feast — capisce? (Skrrt!)

[Chorus]
Touchdown in Japan (Woo) — saké in my hand (Yuh)
Shawty do a dance, twerkin’ on the yen (Back!)
Nigga talk slick — we gone spin his van (Spin!)
Flew her out the land — I ain’t never land (Never!)
Rolex speakin' French, wrist say "oui oui"
Talkin' crazy on a jet, got her hot off the gleam (BRRRRA!)
Pressure in my lungs, I been puffin’ that Wasabi
Thousand-dollar ramen — eatin’ rich like it’s a hobby (Damn!)

[Verse 2]
(Go!) Told my ex bitch "fuck you," that's a haiku (Bitch!)
Dropped her at the gate, now my life feel brand new (Bye!)
Niggas still hatin’ — must be bad with they kung-fu (Weak!)
She was actin' sweet — turned out bitter like shochu (Ugh!)
Never met a plug I ain't flipped into profit (Never!)
Black chrome choppa, I ain't need no socket (Click!)
Pulled up with the gang in designer kimono (Drip!)
Tats on my chest got her actin’ like she know tho (She know!)

[Bridge]
(Switch it!)
This ain’t luck, bitch, I bent the map (Map)
Got her face down while I count these stacks (Yeah)
Tokyo drift while I clutch this strap (BRRR!)
Jet fuel soul — I can’t turn back (No way!)
Flex too loud, made the Buddha wake up (Wake up)
Chain too heavy, made the planet hiccup (Damn)
Told the bitch "Bow" — like I’m sensei stuck-up (Bow down)
Back-to-back flights, now I dream in setups (WOOH!)

[Chorus]
Touchdown in Japan (Woo) — saké in my hand (Let’s go!)
Shawty do a dance, twerkin’ on the yen (Twerk)
Nigga talk slick — we gone spin his van (Spin the block)
Flew her out the land — I ain’t never land (High!)
Rolex speakin' French, wrist say "oui oui" (Oui)
Talkin' crazy on a jet, got her hot off the gleam
Pressure in my lungs, I been puffin’ that Wasabi
Thousand-dollar ramen — eatin’ rich like it’s a hobby

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Japan

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)

[Verse 1]
Heard he talkin’ tough, (woah) we don’t do debates (nah)
Mask on, slide through, choppa sing grace (Bitch)
Nigga caught lackin' by the Circle-K (boom)
Ain’t no movie — real clips, First 48 (facts)

He ain’t solid, he a foldable (fold)
Pressure bust pipes, Nigga showed his soul (uh)
I was movin' with a stick in the stroller (skrrt)
Now we duckin' helicopters and patrollers (fuck 12)

Got a Glock with a grudge — it remember names (yeah)
On the run, no regrets, I don’t feel the shame (nah)
In the trap, made a killin’ off a candy frame
Used to pray for better — now I’m blowin' brains (Bow!)

[Chorus]
(First 48 Bars) — no snitchin’, no breaks (nope)
All gas, all smoke, let it shake (Brrr!)
(First 48 Bars) — we don’t plead, we don’t fake (Never)
This that flex, this that gang, this that rage (Let's Go!)

(First 48 Bars) — Nigga duck or get shot (Boom!)
Bitch talk slick, get mopped (Pow!)
(First 48 Bars) — ain’t a game, it’s the plot (yeah)
I don’t rap — I confess with the Glock (Click, clack)

[Verse 2]
I was twelve sellin' grams by the payphone (truth)
Momma cryin’, I was prayin' with a flame on (blow)
Judge tryna box me — I box back
Nigga tried to run, got clapped in his back (Boom!)

Hood tales — I don't write 'em, I relive ‘em (facts)
Ski mask gospel — my sins too vivid (uh)
My dawg caught a charge, he ain’t flinch or pivot (nah)
Now I shoot like I talk — with a real cold spirit (blrrra!)

Tay-K mode — ran the race with a snub nose
Shot a op, then I posted up in blood clothes (drip)
Bitch tried to line me, she got left froze
Told her “don’t text” unless it’s pesos (ha)

[Bridge]
(Click clack) that’s a bedtime story (sleep)
You ain’t gang, get ghost, no glory (nope)
My life like a doc, uncut, too gory
Caught his face on cam — that’s a First 48 story (Boom!)

[Chorus]
(First 48 Bars) — no snitchin’, no breaks (never)
All gas, all smoke, let it shake (Bitch)
(First 48 Bars) — we don’t plead, we don’t fake (nope)
This that flex, this that gang, this that rage (Let’s Go!)

(First 48 Bars) — Nigga duck or get shot (Brrra!)
Bitch talk slick, get mopped (Pow!)
(First 48 Bars) — ain’t a game, it’s the plot (yeah)
I don’t rap — I confess with the Glock (Boom!)

[Verse 3]
Stray shots hit the mailbox, (bing) that’s the wrong addy
Still drilled — wrong crib, but I’m trigger-happy (fuck it)
Spent nights in a trap where the floor’s ashy (dirty)
Now it’s gold on my teeth when I laugh nasty (Ha!)

Talkin’ war? I got rank in the set (Salute!)
Nigga owe me? He gon’ pay with his breath (yeah)
Slide like hockey — leave ice on the steps
Ain’t no ref, just the tech when we press (BRrrra!)

I was raised by the wolves — not preachers (never)
Feds tapped my door, I was watchin’ through the speakers (fuck 12)
He snitched? He a ghost — I don’t see ya
Even church kids know I’m the street's real teacher (Nigga!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

First 48 Bars [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Ayo) (We in the stars now)
(Pow) (Let's go)
(Yeah-yeah) 

[Chorus]
XO galaxy, I sip on stars — no fallacy (splash)
Drip like tragedy, fashion bleed out casually (drip)
Bitch so bad, she ain’t real, she a fantasy (uh)
Neon tints on the ship, flyin’ past the canopy (wooh)
Fuck what they sayin’ — my mind in a odyssey (zoom)
Moonwalk in Balmain, step with velocity (skrrt)
Shooters all pixel’d — glowin' like prophecy (blrrr)
Poppin' off nothin', I made it my policy (bang)

[Verse 1]
I ain’t never sleep, eyes wired with the satellites (wired)
Shootin' through dimensions, got shooters with alibis (facts)
Fuck your lil’ talk, bitch I socialize in megabytes (click)
Rack talk fluent, my language got Fahrenheit (hot)
Chrome on my neck like I hacked into the light (bling)
Whippin' new whirls, every turn got ‘em tight (swervin')
This ain't no Earth vibe, I’m colder than Krypton (yeah)
I been that glitch in the code, not a sitcom (nah)
Ho got diamonds on her chest like a Voltron (glow)
Love me for the ego, I’m her icon (uh)
Swear she see stars when we ride in the dawn (stars)
I ain't pull triggers, they just blink — then gone (pew)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Pow) (Yeah-yeah)
Heart iced out like it's fightin' a coma (ice)
Bitch so wet, got a tide in the sofa (splash)
Money so stretched, it don’t fold — it’s yoga (flex)
Shooters in hoodies, ain't jokers, they soldiers (boom)

[Chorus]
XO galaxy, I sip on stars — no fallacy (splash)
Drip like tragedy, fashion bleed out casually (drip)
Bitch so bad, she ain’t real, she a fantasy (uh)
Neon tints on the ship, flyin’ past the canopy (wooh)
Fuck what they sayin’ — my mind in a odyssey (zoom)
Moonwalk in Balmain, step with velocity (skrrt)
Shooters all pixel’d — glowin' like prophecy (blrrr)
Poppin' off nothin', I made it my policy (bang)

[Verse 2]
Shawty got metal in her lip — like a savage (brrah)
Love her from a distance, hearts don't do baggage (nah)
I been in the lab with the math like magic (facts)
Fuck fame, I want the data and the static (bzz)
Big bang bands — made ‘em dance on a planet (pop)
In the metaverse, I got bitches in granite (frozen)
Shooter got no face, just a smile panoramic (grin)
I’m not a god, I’m a glitch — and I planned it (glitch)
Ayy, don’t try me, my aura get frantic (rahh)
Grew up in chaos, now diamonds organic (real)
From void to the gold, made my balance volcanic (lava)
Uzi in the beat, and the scene go Titanic (sink!)


[Chorus]
XO galaxy, I sip on stars — no fallacy (splash)
Drip like tragedy, fashion bleed out casually (drip)
Bitch so bad, she ain’t real, she a fantasy (uh)
Neon tints on the ship, flyin’ past the canopy (wooh)
Fuck what they sayin’ — my mind in a odyssey (zoom)
Moonwalk in Balmain, step with velocity (skrrt)
Shooters all pixel’d — glowin' like prophecy (blrrr)
Poppin' off nothin', I made it my policy (bang)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(XO-XO-XO — boom boom)
Galaxy dreams with the drip from the tomb (splash)
Bitch I shine bright in the void like a rune (glow)

XO Galaxy [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah—uh (Yeah)
Shawty want a taste of the lifestyle, huh (Let’s go)
We get it in every night, no cap (No cap)

[Verse 1]
Shawty in my phone tryna pull up on the late (Late)
Told her slide through, I ain't trippin' on the hate (Nah)
Five deep in the Sprinter, bitch we movin' like the state (Skrrt)
She know I got bands, now her legs can't wait (Woo)

She a freak off the Henny, got her wild in the suite (Wild)
Sayin’ she in love, but I know she for the streets (For the streets)
Told her play her role, now she textin' on repeat (Repeat)
But I ghosted by the mornin', I got money in the seat (Zoom)

[Chorus]
Bitch, I’m on the rise, fuck a co-sign, yeah (Fuck 'em)
Every move I make, they wanna rewind, yeah (Play it back)
Shawty throw it back like she lost her mind, uh (Go crazy)
She just want the clout, I ain’t blind (I see it)

(Yeah) I'm in my zone, rollin' up strong
Pussy so wet like I left the tap on (Splash)
She said I'm cold, baby, heart made of stone
I just want dome, then I'm gone (Skrrt)

[Verse 2]
Tatted on her back, yeah, she say my name (Name)
But I ain't claimin' nothin', I just run the game (Game)
Designer on my body, still don't feel the same (Nah)
They switched for the fame, I just switch the lane (Vroom)

Big check, big drip, wrist like snow (Like snow)
Bitch talk slick, send her back to the fold (Bye)
Shawty do tricks, she don’t move like a pro (Nope)
But I bend her like Beckham, make her touch her toes (Wooh)

[Pre-Chorus]
I been that wave—no cap in my ways (Facts)
Roll with some baddies that trap out the Bay (Trap)
They don’t do love, they just fuck then they skate (Gone)
I stay in the cut like a blade (Slice)

[Chorus]
Bitch, I’m on the rise, fuck a co-sign, yeah (Fuck 'em)
Every move I make, they wanna rewind, yeah (Again)
Shawty throw it back like she lost her mind, uh (Back it up)
She just want the clout, I ain’t blind (Nah)

(Yeah) I'm in my zone, rollin' up strong
Pussy so wet like I left the tap on (Flood)
She said I'm cold, baby, heart made of stone
I just want dome, then I'm gone (Outta here)

[Verse 3]
I don't cuff, I replace—new bitch every month (Every month)
She want love, I want face, so I roll up the blunt (Gas)
Groupie hoes in the lobby, tryna front (Front)
But I know the game, I just stunt (Flex)

Got a queen in the East, got a freak in the West (Westside)
Shawty throwin' signs like she reppin' my set (Throw it up)
She said I'm toxic, I said I'm the best (I am)
She addicted to the flex, no rest (No rest)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, these bitches want the wave, not the weight (Not the weight)
I been silent but deadly, just wait (Shh)
Shawty said she love me, it’s fate (Fake)
I just fuck, then I skate (Skate!)

On The Rise [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah—(wooh) I been dreamin' in the fire (fire)
Reachin’ out through the wires (wires)
Let’s go—(skrrt)

[Chorus]
Reaching out, can’t feel the floor (nah)
Dark sky bleeds, I want more (more)
Diamonds rain when it pour (bling)
Ghost in the room, but I’m sure (yeah)
Voices talkin’ through the door (uh)
Codeine dreams on tour (skrrt)
Heart got numb, but it roar (brrah)
Still reaching out through the war (pow)

[Verse 1]
Silhouette deep in the smoke (smoke)
Phantom my soul when I float (float)
Heard 'em say I was broke—(wooh)
Now my name shine on the coat (facts)
Touchin’ stars, no telescope (nope)
Lost in time, but I cope (cope)
Mars ain't far with this dope (uh)
Sins in my cup when I toast (cheers)
Ice in the veins, I froze (brrr)
Heaven ain't pick up the phone (nah)
Still got reach in my zone (zone)
Dark got teeth, but I roam (grrr)
Demons I trained, now they home (let’s go)

[Pre-Chorus]
Voices echo from the wires (wires)
Trappin’ thoughts in sapphire (bling)
Night so cold, it inspire (ice)
Pressure on me—I'm the fire (yeah)

[Chorus]
Reaching out, can’t feel the floor (floor)
Dark sky bleeds, I want more (more)
Diamonds rain when it pour (pour)
Ghost in the room, but I’m sure (sure)
Voices talkin’ through the door (door)
Codeine dreams on tour (tour)
Heart got numb, but it roar (brrah)
Still reaching out through the war (war)

[Verse 2]
Deadlines call with no breath (tick)
I just keep dancin’ with death (drip)
Moon my stage on the steps (woo)
Steppin’ through shadows I left (facts)
Pain in my chain, no regrets (nah)
Blood in the pen when I flex (uh)
Draco sing notes on my desk (pow)
Fell through the void and I crept (crept)
Tears in the Fanta, I sip (sip)
Truth in the lines that I whip (whip)
Pressure got diamonds that grip (ice)
Soul got flames I equipped (burn)
Zone out, silence the script (script)
I don’t fold—I uplift (rise)
Sky ain’t the limit, I drift (gone)
Still reaching out through the mist (uh)

[Bridge]
Countin' all these nights I bled (bled)
Used to be lost, now I'm fed (fed)
Whispers from the shadows said (said)
"Keep reaching out ‘til they dead" (pow)

[Chorus]
Reaching out, can’t feel the floor (nah)
Dark sky bleeds, I want more (more)
Diamonds rain when it pour (bling)
Ghost in the room, but I’m sure (yeah)
Voices talkin’ through the door (uh)
Codeine dreams on tour (skrrt)
Heart got numb, but it roar (brrah)
Still reaching out through the war (pow)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Driftin’ far, but I still aim (aim)
Reachin’ out—through the flame (flame)

Reaching Out [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah) (Let's get it) (Wooh)
Late nights, bright lights—shawty lookin’ tight (Uh-huh)

[Chorus]
Shawty got that ass, yeah, she know that she the prize (She know)
Hit it from the back, got her moanin’ to the skies (Skrrt)
Runnin’ through these bands, I don't even check the price (Cha-ching)
Lit off the gas, got me floatin’ through the nights (Yeah, nights)
Shawty in the ride, and she do just what I like (She do)
Sippin’ on this drank, got her faded off a pint (Glurp)
Fuckin’ up the scene, when I pull up it's a sight (It’s a sight)
Diamonds on my chain, now my neck is full of ice (Wooh)

[Verse 1]
Young rich kid, and I'm flexin’ on the low (Flex)
Shawty tryna fuck, had to tell her “close the door” (Yeah)
Hit it in the stu, made a tape and then we go (Skrrt)
She ride like a wave, now she stuck up in the flow (Flow!)
Glock on the waist, for the ones that wanna try (Try)
Cash in the safe, got it lookin’ like July (Boom)
Shawty got a face, and a body I can't lie (Can't)
Do it for the thrill, got her screamin’ while she ride (Wooh)

[Pre-Chorus]
She said she love me, I told her "Stop cappin’" (Stop it)
Only love the money, I’m deep into trappin’ (Yeah)
Baddie in designer, that Fashion Nova snappin’ (Snap)
Throw it on the ‘Gram, all the bitches start clappin’ (Clap clap)

[Chorus]
Shawty got that ass, yeah, she know that she the prize (Uh-huh)
Hit it from the back, got her moanin’ to the skies (Sky high)
Runnin’ through these bands, I don't even check the price (Not at all)
Lit off the gas, got me floatin’ through the nights (Floatin’)
Shawty in the ride, and she do just what I like (She do)
Sippin’ on this drank, got her faded off a pint (Faded)
Fuckin’ up the scene, when I pull up it's a sight (Zoom)
Diamonds on my chain, now my neck is full of ice (Ice ice)

[Verse 2]
Ass like a peach, and she pop it like a pro (Go)
Double cup dirty, got me movin’ real slow (Lean)
Callin’ me the plug, but I never sold a O (Nope)
Haters tryna watch, but they never in the know (Nope)
Shawty real freak, said she love it when I choke (Damn)
Said she want a trip, told her pack it, then we float (Let's go)
All about the bag, I ain’t trippin’ on a ho (Nah)
Only want the top, then I pass her to the bros (Skrrt)

[Bridge]
She a freak, and she nasty with it (Nasty)
On the pole, yeah, she dance to get it (Dance)
Drop it low, let it clap, no limit (Clap clap)
And I’m high, in the sky, no ceiling (Wooh)

[Chorus]
Shawty got that ass, yeah, she know that she the prize (Yeah)
Hit it from the back, got her moanin’ to the skies (Skies)
Runnin’ through these bands, I don't even check the price (Cha-ching)
Lit off the gas, got me floatin’ through the nights (Floatin’)
Shawty in the ride, and she do just what I like (Vroom)
Sippin’ on this drank, got her faded off a pint (Glurp)
Fuckin’ up the scene, when I pull up it's a sight (Yeah)
Diamonds on my chain, now my neck is full of ice (Ice, ice)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah) (Wooh) (Brrrra!)
She know what it is

She The Prize [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics: 

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yuh) (BRrrra) (Go loco) (Wooh)

[Chorus]
Pussy boy don’t want war, he cappin'
Red dot on his hat, no cappin'
Draco lift, make the beat start clappin’ (Clappin’)
Let it sing like the mic just snappin' (Wooh)
Full clip, no laggin’
I’m zoned out, yeah the coupe do magic
Peso run, got the fiends so spastic
I go ghost, then I'm back, no tragic

[Verse 1]
Chain swing like a pendulum, flashin’
Stove on, turn the pot—chem clashin’
Ten toes, on the block, no crashin’
Flip modes in the field, I’m dashin' (Skrrt)
Wrist glow, now the opps all bashful
Talk slick, turn the beef real bashful (Boom)
Whole squad got the eye on casual
And we don’t do talk, just factual

(Hold up) (Switch the route)
F&N on my belt, that fashion
I stay lit while the whole scene crashin’
Two-tone drip, wrist flash like static
She do tricks with the tongue, acrobatic (Wooh)
I don’t fold, I bend that logic
Snakes talkin' but I move robotic
I drop low then I bounce like hydraulics
Hood tales in the wind, that's chronic

[Pre-Chorus]
I ride dirty, but my chain clean
Black tint, movin' like a dream (Skrrt)
New beam, got a gleam so mean
Let it scream if you plot on the team (Yeah)
Act tough, you gon' meet the regime
Draco love, let it talk obscene
Too rich, I don’t fit in the scene
Hood prince, now I live like a king (Wooh)

[Chorus]
Pussy boy don’t want war, he cappin'
Red dot on his hat, no cappin'
Draco lift, make the beat start clappin’ (Clappin’)
Let it sing like the mic just snappin' (Yeah)
Full clip, no laggin’
I’m zoned out, yeah the coupe do magic
Peso run, got the fiends so spastic
I go ghost, then I'm back, no tragic

[Verse 2]
Snow fall on the scale, that pressure
Lean twist in the glass, I’m extra
Catch one if he move, no lecture (Blatt)
Talk sweet, get checked, no gesture
Whole team got aim, no guessin’
Two glocks in the bag, no wrestlin'
Pushed up in the whip like Tesla
Let the stick do work, no stressin'

(Flip again) (Let’s go)
Out the mud, had to pave that entry
Tints black, got the seats in Bentley
Hoes flip when they see the envy
No trust, got the heart on empty
Still ride with the heat in the center
Cold soul, but I drip like winter (Yuh)
Backseat with a freak in splendor
Trap tales that’ll burn your sensor

[Bridge]
Count up, don’t sleep, no slackin’
Brand new pack, got the fiends all crackin’
Big dog in the room, they backin’
Whole hood screamin' out, “What happened?”
That’s me, never left, just stackin’
New drop got the net all tappin’ (Woohoo)
Lame boy talk slick, I’m laughin’
Big pole turn the fight to a caption

[Chorus]
Pussy boy don’t want war, he cappin'
Red dot on his hat, no cappin'
Draco lift, make the beat start clappin’ (Clappin’)
Let it sing like the mic just snappin' (Yeah)
Full clip, no laggin’
I’m zoned out, yeah the coupe do magic
Peso run, got the fiends so spastic
I go ghost, then I'm back, no tragic

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Go loco) (Yuh) (Pew Pew) (No tragic) (Peso peso)
(Yeah we spazzin')

Hood Prince [Prod. PMO Music]

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Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, yeah (Woo)
Ayy, ayy (Pow)

[Chorus]
I don’t ever duck, all these opps be outta luck (Wow, wow, wow)
Got me feelin’ like a king, I ain’t givin’ up
I don’t ever duck, all these opps be outta luck (Wow, wow, wow)
Got me feelin’ like a king, I ain’t givin’ up

[Verse 1]
What’s done is done, I ain’t stressin', I ain't run (Nah)
I get to workin’, get to servin’
They like "Here he come" (Yeah)
Where a boss from? Came up out the fuckin' slums (Yeah)
Turned a dime into a milli’, savin’ every crumb (Yeah)
I'm too hot (Woo), now she wanna top me (Woah)
Diamonds dancin’, no more cloudy (Yeah)
I’m up, man, I got it, I got me (Woah)
Ain’t no demon finna stop me

[Chorus]
I don’t ever duck, all these opps be outta luck (Wow, wow, wow)
Got me feelin’ like a king, I ain’t givin’ up
I don’t ever duck, all these opps be outta luck (Wow, wow, wow)
Got me feelin’ like a king, I ain’t givin’ up

[Verse 2]
Money stackin’ like it’s Tetris (Yeah)
I been flexin’, feelin’ reckless (Pow)
All this weight up on my necklace
Got me shinin’, they get jealous (Woo)
Took a loss, I took a lesson (Yeah)
Came back strong, now I'm destined (Yeah)
Movin’ like a Smith & Wesson
All this pressure, got ‘em stressin’ (Brr)
I can’t switch up, I won’t change (Nah)
Got my vision, stay in range (Yeah)
All these diamonds hit like rain
I ain't movin’ for no lames (Woah)

[Chorus]
I don’t ever duck, all these opps be outta luck (Wow, wow, wow)
Got me feelin’ like a king, I ain’t givin’ up
I don’t ever duck, all these opps be outta luck (Wow, wow, wow)
Got me feelin’ like a king, I ain’t givin’ up

[Verse 3 - Dutch]
Ik ren niet weg, nee, ik blijf staan (Pow)
Elke move, die ik maak, is een plan (Yeah)
Ze willen mij breken, maar ik blijf gaan (Woo)
Iedere stap, die ik zet, is een kans (Yeah)
Geld op m’n mind, ik verdubbel die stack (Brr)
Ben op die grind, ik kom nooit meer terug (Woo)
Zie hoe ik shine, ben de baas in de club (Yeah)
Flex op die haters, ik geef ze geen fuck (Woah)
Ik ben die king, ze weten het nu (Yeah)
Altijd op top, ik laat het niet toe (Pow)
Maak die moves, ik stap uit de crew (Woo)
Laat ze maar praten, ik blijf op m’n route

[Chorus]
I don’t ever duck, all these opps be outta luck (Wow, wow, wow)
Got me feelin’ like a king, I ain’t givin’ up
I don’t ever duck, all these opps be outta luck (Wow, wow, wow)
Got me feelin’ like a king, I ain’t givin’ up

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, yeah (Woo)
I ain’t givin’ up (Nah)
PMO Music, let’s go!

KING ENERGY V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah
We on it again
(Yeah) (Let’s Go!) (Wooh)
(PMO On Go!)

[Chorus]
Flex, Flex – I’ve been running for that stacks
Checks, Checks – had to double up the racks
Next, Next – now they watching how I act
Jet, Jet – took a flight and made it back (Skrrr!)

[Verse 1]
I been on a mission — tunnel vision in my scope (Brrra!)
Talkin' big digits — I ain't never been broke (Never)
Cuban link dancin’, that's the wave that I soak
I been pullin' up clean like the pope in a cloak (Flexin')

Ten toes down, I don't trip on no snake
Run the numbers up, now they beggin' for a break (Woo!)
Copped a hundred plates, now I’m eatin’ off the steak
Movin’ like a ghost — they can't follow what I make (Ha!)

I ain’t never fold — got the fire in my chest
Whip got wings, got me feelin’ like a jet (Jet!)
Money on my name, got 'em spinnin’ in a bet
Tryna keep up, but they stuck in the net (Skrrrt!)

[Chorus]
Flex, Flex – I’ve been running for that stacks
Checks, Checks – had to double up the racks
Next, Next – now they watching how I act
Jet, Jet – took a flight and made it back (Back!)

[Verse 2]
I don't blink for the smoke — let it rise in the wind (Wooh!)
Cash hit different when you stackin’ for the win
Every loss taught me how to never let ‘em in
Now I shine too bright, they can’t see through the grin (Cheese!)

Neck on freeze — got the glacier in the zone
Timepiece rare, like the ice in a throne (Drip!)
Say they on top, but they fake in the tone
I was built from the fire, now I’m cuttin’ through stone (Facts!)

Money call daily, I ain't missin’ no ring
Talkin' top floor, while they stuck in the wing (Level up!)
Had to boss up — now I'm movin’ like a king
They just playin’ dress-up — I was born in the bling (Shine!)

[Chorus]
Flex, Flex – I’ve been running for that stacks
Checks, Checks – had to double up the racks
Next, Next – now they watching how I act
Jet, Jet – took a flight and made it back (Jetlag!)

[Bridge]
(Pow!) Touch down — made the bag flip quick
(Yeah!) All gas — ain't no time to sit
(Wooh!) No cap — got the sauce and the drip
(Back!) Run it up — with the fire in the grip

Flex, Flex — ain't no limit to my rise
Checks, Checks — I see the hunger in they eyes
Next, Next — now I'm floatin’ through the skies
Jet, Jet — got me higher than they lies (Zoom!)

[Chorus]
Flex, Flex – I’ve been running for that stacks
Checks, Checks – had to double up the racks
Next, Next – now they watching how I act
Jet, Jet – took a flight and made it back (Let’s Go!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Flex, Flex – yeah, we made it through the trap
Checks, Checks – now we never lookin’ back (Back!)
Next, Next – got 'em copyin' the map
Jet, Jet – turned the hustle to a fact (Pow!)

Made It Back [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yo) (Ayy) (Let's Go!) (BRRRRA)

[Chorus]
Shawty why you looking like that
Eyes low, but I’m peepin’ the trap (yeah)
Gold fangs when I talk, it snap (click)
Whole vibe got her fallin’ off track (woooh)

[Verse 1]
Midnight slide with the wrist on gleam
Ghost move through the smoke, no dream (nah)
Pressure cookin’ in the kitchen, no steam (psshh)
Pocket rocket in the jeans, tucked mean (pow)
Shawty bend it like she caught in a trance
She ain’t dancin’, that’s a war zone stance (uh-huh)
Every glance say she takin’ a chance
But I’m married to the money, no romance (facts)
Talk slick, and I split it like logs
In the field with the sticks, no dogs (grrah)
Lit path when I step through fog
And I shine when I speak like gods (shine)

[Pre-Chorus]
Keep that pace when the bass go bang (boom)
Smoke clouds where the vision hang (clouds)
Tats bleed stories in a coded slang
Got her heart on pause, but the mind still rang (brrrra)

[Chorus]
Shawty why you looking like that
Eyes low, but I’m peepin’ the trap (uh-huh)
Gold fangs when I talk, it snap (snap)
Whole vibe got her fallin’ off track (let's go!)

[Verse 2]
Backseat dreams in a coupe that’s tinted
Mind on a flip, yeah, the work just printed (woo)
Ain’t no cap, my script stay vintage
Every line hit raw, no gimmick (nah)
Glow dark when the wristwatch spin
Time froze when I let that in (ice)
She ride close just to feel that win
But I’m too cold, got a blade for skin (sheesh)
Wild boy with a plot so tight
Whole block move wrong, ignite (pop)
Mixin’ flame with the frost, my type
Every bar I drop rewrite the night (rewrite)

[Pre-Chorus]
Feel that heat when the kicks go stomp
Scene flip when I lift that pomp (brrah)
Mind wired to the risk, no prompt
But I bounce with a grin like Chomp (haha)

[Chorus]
Shawty why you looking like that
Eyes low, but I’m peepin’ the trap (trap)
Gold fangs when I talk, it snap (clack)
Whole vibe got her fallin’ off track (fallin’)

[Bridge]
Ten toes down, I don't miss no stack (nah)
Whip clean but the soul pitch black (woo)
In the night I maneuver through cracks
Seen lies flip lives, can’t slack (never)
Shawty caught in the lure, no slack
Said her last one ghost, no track (gone)
I just lean, let the bass hit back
She addicted to the vibe, that’s facts (facts)

[Chorus]
Shawty why you looking like that
Eyes low, but I’m peepin’ the trap (trap)
Gold fangs when I talk, it snap (snap)
Whole vibe got her fallin’ off track (off track)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Yo) (It snap) (Fallin’ off—track) (Pow) (Woooh)

Fallin’ Off Track [Prod. PMO Music]

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