Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh (Pow!)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, let’s blow that drum! (BRrrra!)

[Chorus]
Snap that switch, then dip — (Zoom!)
Whole squad lit, can’t miss — (Wooh!)
Glock got kick, no diss — (Bop!)
I talk slick, then twist — (Twist!)
Run that play, then bounce — (Gone!)
She ride me fast, no ounce — (Woo!)
Too much weight in pounds — (Yeah!)
Heart stay broke, no sound — (Nah!)
Snap that switch, then dip — (Dip!)
Whole squad lit, can’t miss — (Miss!)
Glock got kick, no diss — (Brrrra!)
I talk slick, then twist — (Twist!)

[Verse 1]
Fast life livin’, I don't hit brake (Nope!)
Slide through shadows, I bend fate (Bend it!)
Gas on max, no chill, just shake (Skrrt!)
Eyes stay red, heart full of hate (Huh!)
Flip that bag, then roll, then stack (Stack!)
Ran from cops, came right back (Right back!)
She want chains? I want racks (Racks!)
I want pain with a beat that slaps (Slaps!)
Whole damn squad been cursed since teens (Teens!)
No daydreams — just cracked up screens (Crack!)
Pull that piece with a soul that screams (Bop!)
Bitch, I’m God in my worstest means (Wooh!)

[Verse 2]
Zoom, zoom, zoom — no pause (Never!)
Threw that check, no flaws (Clean!)
Bitch got drip — no draws (Hah!)
But my trust? That’s lost (Gone!)
Backdoor move with a mind like ghost (Ghost!)
Keep that blade close, stay morose (Grrr!)
Talk that trash, I roast (Roast!)
Jump that pit, I boast (Ayy!)
Runnin’ with fiends that bite for coins (Coins!)
Darkness made me, cut those joins (Cut!)
Pain my route, I break all points (Break!)
Heart too numb, I still anoint (Bitch!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Nigga, I’m wild — I bend that scale (Scale!)
I break laws, I set no bail (Nope!)
Traps got roots like thorns through mail (Mail!)
I spit truth — that flame don’t pale (Woo!)

[Chorus]
Snap that switch, then dip — (Dip!)
Whole squad lit, can’t miss — (Miss!)
Glock got kick, no diss — (Brrrra!)
I talk slick, then twist — (Twist!)
Run that play, then bounce — (Pow!)
She ride me fast, no ounce — (Skrrt!)
Too much weight in pounds — (Yeah!)
Heart stay broke, no sound — (No sound!)
Snap that switch, then dip — (Yeah!)
Whole squad lit, can’t miss — (Woo!)
Glock got kick, no diss — (Boom!)
I talk slick, then twist — (Twist!)

[Verse 3]
Bitch, I rage with no plan B (Nah!)
All black fit, I move like breeze (Whoosh!)
Check that smoke, I breathe in fiends (Fiends!)
Run from hell, still lost in scenes (Scenes!)
Tats on skin just mark that grief (Grief!)
Throne I built with broken teeth (Teeth!)
No goodbyes, I cut too brief (Cut!)
I don't bend, I tear belief (Rrah!)
Money get long, but my past still chase (Chase!)
Blood on steps, I love that pace (Pace!)
They want truth? I slap that face (Slap!)
I want war — not one more grace (Never!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Fast lane, full steam — let's fly (Skrrt!)
Break that beat with a scream, don’t cry (Woo!)
Whole crowd jump when the real one slide (BRrrra!)
Mosh this bitch — let the pain ride! (Pow!)4

Snap That Switch [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yuh) (Let’s go) (BRrrrra) (Pow)

[Chorus]
I stay locked in, got my Glock in (Boom!)
Run up on me, stupid bitch, you not win (Nah!)
100 rounds, make a fuck niga drop (Drop!)
Left his body twitchin’ like he got shocked (Brrr!)
That's your hoe? Bitch, I flipped her with my bro (Skrrt!)
Tag-team, then we dipped her out the door (Out!)
I stay iced, VV's glowin’ on my chest (Ice!)
Fuck a vest, hit his neck, now he rest (Dead!)

[Verse 1]
Big dawg, no bark, just bite (Grrrah)
AR got a beam, bring it out at night (Night!)
Off the Wock’, now my vision turnin’ red (Sip)
Hit a lick, count bread while she givin’ head (Slurp!)
Bitch I'm lit, fuck the opps, fuck the law (Fuck!)
Runnin’ through these packs like I’m Marshawn (Beast!)
Cartier frames, I don’t see no threat (Nah)
Keep a Glock tucked close like a pet (Boom!)
Niggas talk, but they never gon’ slide (Never)
Catch him lackin’ in his whip, he gon’ die (Dead!)
Big clip, make a bitch niga fold (Fold!)
Heart cold, fuck around and snatch your soul (Gone!)

[Chorus]
I stay locked in, got my Glock in (Tucked!)
Run up on me, stupid bitch, you not win (Stupid!)
100 rounds, make a fuck niga drop (Drop!)
Left his body twitchin’ like he got shocked (Shake!)
That's your hoe? Bitch, I flipped her with my bro (Flip!)
Tag-team, then we dipped her out the door (Skrrt!)
I stay iced, VV's glowin’ on my chest (Ice!)
Fuck a vest, hit his neck, now he rest (Dead!)

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no cap, I’m the flame to this gas (Burn!)
Switch the flow, hit the pedal, do the dash (Zoom!)
All these thotties tryna fuck me off the name (Facts!)
I just fuck ‘em, never love ‘em — that’s the game (Game!)
Send a shot, then reload, then I chill (Bang!)
Drop a body, smoke a blunt, then I feel (Woo!)
Never fold, never told, that's my code (Code!)
Fuck a deal, I want millions on the road (Bitch!)
Wrist froze, that’s a glacier on my arm (Ice!)
When I pull up, bring the thunder, bring the storm (Storm!)
Fuck a opp, leave his name on the news (Rrah!)
Pistol singin' like it dropped a R&B tune (Pow!)

[Chorus]
I stay locked in, got my Glock in (Boom!)
Run up on me, stupid bitch, you not win (Gone!)
100 rounds, make a fuck niga drop (BRrrra!)
Left his body twitchin’ like he got shocked (Ugh!)
That's your hoe? Bitch, I flipped her with my bro (Facts!)
Tag-team, then we dipped her out the door (Skrrt!)
I stay iced, VV's glowin’ on my chest (Ice!)
Fuck a vest, hit his neck, now he rest (Dead!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Snakes in the grass get cut, bitch) (Pow!) (Yuh)

Locked In [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah) (Let’s get it) (Woooo!)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Blick on my side when I slide, you know it’s lit (brrra!)
She gon’ eat it up, then blow a kiss (wooh)
I’m in designer, that Fendi drip (drip)
Lights flashin' like a strobe, no glitch (bling!)
Yeah, yeah
Ten hoes in a Sprinter, they all gettin' picked (let’s go!)
Plug hit me up, now I’m back with a brick (pow!)
I got the trap on fire, that flick (flick!)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Diamonds they dancin', moonwalkin' like Mike (hee-hee)
Double G steppin’, I'm nothin’ alike (nah)
Bad lil' foreign she do what I like (skrrt)
Off the perc, I'm up all night (yeah, yeah)
Cartier frame, I don't see no ops (who?)
Beam on the stick, make 'em TikTok drop (woo!)
I don’t talk beef, I just send out shots
Paint his whole whip like a Basquiat (pow!)
Roll up that loud, I’m floatin’ like magic
She bend it for daddy, that body fantastic
Trap jumpin’ like rabbits, no Bugs in the attic (brrra!)
Countin' blue hundreds, that paper elastic

[Pre-Chorus]
And you know I’m lit, no flicker (yeah)
I’m with the plug, no middle (woo!)
Hit from the back, she giggle (giggle)
Then swallow the kids, no riddle (uh!)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Blick on my side when I slide, you know it’s lit (brrra!)
She gon’ eat it up, then blow a kiss (wooh)
I’m in designer, that Fendi drip (drip)
Lights flashin' like a strobe, no glitch (bling!)
Yeah, yeah
Ten hoes in a Sprinter, they all gettin' picked (let’s go!)
Plug hit me up, now I’m back with a brick (pow!)
I got the trap on fire, that flick (flick!)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Walk in the function, they starin' at me (who that?)
Chain look like it came out the sea (ice!)
Double cup muddy, I’m pourin' that tea (sip)
Shorty wanna fuck, then she roll up a tree (yeah)
Racks on racks, it don’t fold (nope)
She poppin' that peach like a goal (goal!)
AMG speedin', no patrol (skrrt!)
We takin' off, I’m in full control (let’s go!)
Bust down the wrist, it’s glowin’ like dawn
Woke up with twins, they both got blonde (wooh!)
Mixin' Dior with Louis Vuitton
Shawty a demon, she fuck like she drawn

[Pre-Chorus]
And you know I’m lit, no flicker (yeah)
I’m with the plug, no middle (woo!)
Hit from the back, she giggle (giggle)
Then swallow the kids, no riddle (uh!)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Blick on my side when I slide, you know it’s lit (brrra!)
She gon’ eat it up, then blow a kiss (wooh)
I’m in designer, that Fendi drip (drip)
VVS flashin' like a strobe, no glitch (bling!)
Yeah, yeah
Ten hoes in a Sprinter, they all gettin' picked (let’s go!)
Plug hit me up, now I’m back with a brick (pow!)
I got the trap on fire, that flick (flick!)
Yeah, yeah

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah!) (Let’s run it!) (Brrrra!)

It's Lit [Prod. PMO Music]

Check out V1 over here:
https://soundcloud.com/pmo-music-ofc/another-one-prod-pmo-music

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
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)

[Verse 3]
Hundred round plays, I might bust me another one (brrr)
Shorty too wet, had to slide like it's summer fun (slide)
Smokin' on gas, yeah, the loud be the thunder one (gas)
Feelin' like Zeus with the drip when I summon some (lightning)
Hop in the booth, then I level up, level up (wooh)
Shawty want more, so I double up, double up (yuh)
Patek on wrist, and it's bubbled up, bubbled up (bling)
Back in the city, they huddle up, huddle up (yeah)

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

Another One V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah) (2025)
(Shhh) we slide in silence—(Wooh)

[Verse 1]
Got pain in my double cup, demons ain't speakin' up (Fuck 'em)
Chrome hearts, no heart—can't feel, just heatin' up
Switch in the coat, that bitch too neat, tuck tuck, we sweep it up (Skrrt)
Money long, my dreams ain’t cheap, I crash if I speed it up (Vroom)
Moonwalk on the edge of the blade—(Damn)—night talk with the ghosts, I paid (Paid)
Zooted off X in a foreign trade, mind ain't safe, but the plays been made
I don’t trust that soul in the shade—(Never)—steppin' with smoke, my fade got grace
Pill in the jar, I lost that face, but a opp go miss, no trace, just space (Poof)

[Chorus]
Bitch, I’m not real, I’m voided—(Ha)
Life got dark, I enjoyed it (Let’s go!)
Play with the kid get folded, .30 my twin, reload it (Click-clack)
Niga, my route been coded, pain in my past exploded (Boom)
Saints in the trap been ghosted, look in my eye, unfocused (Bitch)

[Verse 2]
These days I bleed through wrists of gold, got sins I never told (Shhh)
Soul on ice, but my wrist too cold—codeine myths in a story I sold (Lean)
She love me off pain, not love, that lust don't age, just grows (Facts)
I don’t do hugs, I tote, this F&N gon’ vote (Pow)
Dirty kicks, but I walk with fame—Niga got rich from stains (Real)
I don’t do games, got glitch in brain—my past got too much flame (Skrrr)
She cry off flex, not change, I slide, don’t text, just aim
Voices in heads been sayin’ (Pow)—“Don’t fold, just take that name”

[Pre-Chorus]
(Wooh)
Bitch, I talk to death, he whispered racks
Told me “spin,” I brought that back
Switch don’t jam, just click and slap
Chrome on hip, my fit go black (Yeah)
Sins I wear like designer tags
High off grief, can’t find my path
But I keep walkin’—(Wooh)—mask in stash
If I don’t make it, fuck it—crash

[Chorus]
Bitch, I’m not real, I’m voided—(Yeah)
Life got dark, I enjoyed it (Let’s Go!)
Play with the kid get folded, .30 my twin, reload it (BRrrra)
Niga, my route been coded, pain in my past exploded (Pow)
Saints in the trap been ghosted, look in my eye, unfocused (Bitch)

[Bridge]
I keep one eye in the casket—(Facts)—other on this dirty plastic (Clack)
Love ain't last, just vanished—she pop that pill, so drastic
I flip that brick, gymnastics—grip that steel, no practice
Born to lose but savage, I toast to ghosts with madness

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah)
Slide till I can’t feel time—(Wooh)—bitch, we bend that line
Money don’t heal no mind, just hide that hurt in shine
My world been tilted—(Let’s Go)—fuck peace, I need that climb
(Pow)
I talk to death, he fine—he ride with me each time—(Skrrt)

Unfocused [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
Ayy (yeah), yeah (You know what the fuck goin' on)
PMO in this bih
Shawty, uh, yeah
Pull up, tinted lens, got the skyline peekin’
Icy with the flow, got the whole game tweakin’

[Verse 1]
Moonroof glow with a breeze from heaven
She like the wrist — that's a quarter past seven (bling)
Talkin' slick, but he ain't no legend
I been stackin’ chips like I'm built from Tekken

Shawty get loose in Balenci runners
Drop top ghost, make it feel like summer
Ice in the veins, make the heat feel numba
Talkin’ big smoke, but they really just thunder

I don’t chase clout, I just chase more commas
Movin’ OT with a freak from Bahamas
Black tint glass, but the vision clear
Ain’t no cap in the wraps when I shift the gears

(Grrr) She want the wave, so I surf in silence
Late night sins with designer violence
Whole team winnin’ and we don’t do minus
Money so clean that the scent go timeless

G5 seat with a meal off crypto
She like the life, but the love too limbo
Face real cute, but the vibe too sinful
Latex fit, and her tongue bilingual

[Pre-Chorus]
Hop in the whip (skrrt), no talk, just motion (wooh)
Shawty in the back, and she sippin’ that potion
Stars in the ceilin’, that’s divine devotion (yeah)
All this ice — need a whole new ocean (brrra)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, I be driftin’ (slide)
Neon lights got my soul upliftin’ (up)
Shawty got goals, but she love this pimpin’ (love)
In the backseat, that’s a new dimension (vibe)
All these bands in the safe — no fiction
Pop out once, and the scene turn friction

[Verse 2]
Codeine flow, and the thoughts too wavy
Dreams too loud, now the sky can’t cage me
Foot on the pedal like the whip my baby
Talk like a boss, but they still move shaky

She gon’ slide when the lights get low (slide)
Mix Saint Laurent with a touch of glow
Heard he talk tough, but he never did show
I’ve been iced out since the first hello

Bank roll fat, got my pockets stretchin’
Back-to-back flights, now my life feel destined
Rooftop views, and the moon confessin’
That this whole damn vibe feel heaven-blessed and—

All this flex, no lessons learned (nah)
Keep it on lock like the wrist got burned (woo)
Shawty too fine, but the trust still earned
Took a quick L, then the tide reversed (facts)

[Pre-Chorus]
Hop in the whip (go), no talk, just motion (go!)
Shawty in the back, and she sippin’ that potion (sippin’)
Stars in the ceilin’, that’s divine devotion (ice)
All this ice — need a whole new ocean (brrrra)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, I be driftin’ (wooh)
Neon lights got my soul upliftin’ (up)
Shawty got goals, but she love this pimpin’ (yeah)
In the backseat, that’s a new dimension (zone)
All these bands in the safe — no fiction
Pop out once, and the scene turn friction

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, yeah
Lights low, but the diamonds beam
Every move I make — feel like a dream
Shawty on go, and her mind on cream
Ayy, it’s the wave now — full steam (let's go)

Driftin

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, yeah—
Uh, yeah—wooh

[Pre-Chorus]
Mami, tú me elevas
Tienes lo que quiero, no hay manera
Tu cuerpo se convirtió en mi bandera
Baby, solo tú en mi radar (Let's go)

[Chorus]
Un ratito contigo, lento yo me quedo dormido
Antes era bueno, ahora soy tu elegido
Contigo quiero más, nunca me doy por vencido
Ellas piden fiesta, pero tú solo quieres conmigo
Nena, eres mi reina, estás jugando conmigo
Me tienes atrapado, y no sé lo que digo (wooh)

[Post-Chorus]
Vente pa' acá, dale jump
No pierdas tiempo, girl, ven, ponte encima ya (yeah)
Vente pa' acá, dale jump
No pierdas tiempo, girl (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Tú juegas sucio, y eso me gusta
Andas misteriosa, eres mi musa
Nos vamos pa' Miami, tengo la excusa
No perdamos tiempo, girl, no pierdas tiempo, girl
Esto no es amor, pero tiene sentido
Veo en tus ojos, tienes lo que pido
Haces que vuele sin tocar el piso
Juntos vamos lejos, ya lo tengo decidido (yeah)

[Chorus]
Un ratito contigo, lento yo me quedo dormido
Antes era bueno, ahora soy tu elegido
Contigo quiero más, nunca me doy por vencido
Ellas piden fiesta, pero tú solo quieres conmigo
Nena, eres mi reina, estás jugando conmigo
Me tienes atrapado, y no sé lo que digo (wooh)

[Post-Chorus]
Vente pa' acá, dale jump
No pierdas tiempo, girl, ven, ponte encima ya (yeah)
Vente pa' acá, dale jump
No pierdas tiempo, girl (yeah)

[Verse 2 ]
Jij bent mijn baby, ik voel me amazing (yeah)
We chillen overseas, dat is onze destination (wooh)
Jouw body gevaarlijk, ik verlies m'n patience
Blijf bij mij, geen twijfel, jij bent m'n fixation (pow)
Ik wil jou verwennen, ja, de sterren gaan we tellen (yeah)
Je kan alles krijgen, hoef je niks meer uit te leggen (wooh)
Ik lees in je ogen, jij bent meer dan even (yeah)
Deze nacht met jou duurt veel langer dan het leven (brrra)

[Pre-Chorus]
Mami, tú me elevas
Tienes lo que quiero, no hay manera
Tu cuerpo se convirtió en mi bandera
Baby, solo tú en mi radar (Let's go)

[Chorus]
Un ratito contigo, lento yo me quedo dormido
Antes era bueno, ahora soy tu elegido
Contigo quiero más, nunca me doy por vencido
Ellas piden fiesta, pero tú solo quieres conmigo
Nena, eres mi reina, estás jugando conmigo
Me tienes atrapado, y no sé lo que digo (wooh)

[Bridge]
En tu piel me pierdo, eres laberinto
Sé que no es casualidad, nena, esto es instinto
Bésame de nuevo, ya lo necesito
En tus curvas, nena, yo quedé adicto (yeah)

[Outro]
Kiki
Baby, ben je freaky? (yeah)
Wat's de dealy vandaag? (Kiki, yeah)
Kiki
Baby, ben je freaky? (wooh)
Wat's de dealy vandaag? (PMO Music)

Sin Permiso [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah-yeah-yeah (Wooh)
Ven conmigo — (Vamos)
Luces, sombras, calor (Ey)

[Verso 1]
Entre luces que bailan, se esconde la noche (Yeah)
Mi alma flotando — y tú en mi derroche (Brrra)
Miradas abstractas, lenguaje de dioses (Ey)
Moviendo el destino, soltando las voces (Pa')
No me hables de reglas, aquí nadie las sigue (No)
Ritmo de fuego — lo tuyo me persigue (Yeah-yeah)
Las huellas en agua, se pierden y viven (Ey)
Jugando en el eco donde el tiempo recibe (Pow)

[Estribillo]
Luces rojas, labios como rosas
Tu silueta se esconde, nadie la conoce (Yeah)
Bailando en lo oscuro, suenan mil cosas
Ríe la luna, la ciudad nos arropa (Eh-eh)
Dame tu magia, rompe el silencio (Ey)
Pide un deseo, que no se va el tiempo (Yeah)
Juegas y ríes, niña de misterio
Tus labios son clave, descifro el universo (Pow)

[Verso 2]
Siento el calor que desarma la calma (Brrra)
Sube la ola, la fiesta no baja (Ey)
Palabras que giran, perfume en el aire (Yeah)
El mundo nos mira, pero nadie sabe (Eh)
Rojo en los ojos, pasión que no miente
Historias secretas, corazones valientes (Wooh)
Dame un segundo, vuela en mi mente
Tú eres la musa que todo lo siente (Yeah-yeah)

[Pre-Estribillo]
Corre la noche, nadie la alcanza
La pista es nuestra, todo se lanza (Vamos)
Ruge el bajo, vibra la casa
Perdidos bailando, ritmo de balanza (Ey)

[Estribillo]
Luces rojas, labios como rosas
Tu silueta se esconde, nadie la conoce (Wooh)
Bailando en lo oscuro, suenan mil cosas
Ríe la luna, la ciudad nos arropa (Yeah)
Dame tu magia, rompe el silencio
Pide un deseo, que no se va el tiempo (Ey)
Juegas y ríes, niña de misterio
Tus labios son clave, descifro el universo (Pow)

[Puente]
Entre sombras — navego y no vuelvo
Las calles susurran, yo nunca me pierdo (Yeah)
Tu risa es un mapa, tus ojos un puerto
Seguimos el juego, bailando en el recuerdo (Ey)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah-yeah, así seguimos
Luces y sombras, todo encendido (Pow)
Nadie nos para, somos el ruido
Baila conmigo — el mundo es testigo (Ey)

Luces y Sombras [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Rollin’ up late, shorty got that mad mouth (yeah)
Swervin’ on fate, she just wanna spaz out (Let’s go!)
We be wildin’, ridin’ ’til we tap out (wooh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Girl, just be honest—don't fake it, don’t front it (honest)
You the type of bad bitch, got my mind haunted (haunted)
I been takin’ Ls, got the bankroll knotted (knotted)
Ayy, I could be the villain if you really want it (let’s go!)
Poppin’ off, crazy, in the VIP, flexin’
Sippin’ out the bottle, tell your man he can exit (fuck him!)
We could take a risk, baby, no half-steppin’
Yeah, I like ’em raw, never learned a lesson
Shawty playin’ games, got me up, no restin’
Blowin’ up my line but I like the aggression
Say you wanna slide, meet me at the Westin
Shit, I could change your life—why you second guessin’? (yeah)
(Honest, honest, honest)

[Verse 1]
Ice on my neck, shorty wanna tap in (tap in)
She got attitude, fuck it—I like that action (brrra)
Hit from the back, nails diggin’ like a passion (wooh)
Play with my heart, now she askin’ for a caption (say cheese)
Pop another tab, yeah, I’m seein’ double vision
If I hit once, then you know it’s no decision (none)
Money on my mind, I can’t let ’em catch me slippin’
Walkin’ through the city like a motherfuckin’ villain (gang)
Slide through the night, tint low on the rental
She just want smoke, now she mental (crazy)
Baddie got dreams, I supply her the potential
Take her on a trip, presidential (let’s go)
Call her on the late night, said she need a fix
Shawty got a body like she came up off a wish (damn)
Said she love the way I move, love the way I switch
She gon’ throw it back for a little ice on her wrist (bling)
Never trust a bitch, but I love how she toxic (toxic)
Bring her to the crib, now she makin’ TikToks quick (ay)
Say she got a man, but she know he ain’t poppin’
Fuck it, bring a friend, now they both tryna lock in (gang)

[Bridge]
Rollin’ up late, shorty got that mad mouth (yeah)
Swervin’ on fate, she just wanna spaz out (spaz)
We be wildin’, ridin’ ’til we tap out (wooh)
Shit, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Girl, just be honest—don't fake it, don’t front it (honest)
You the type of bad bitch, got my mind haunted (haunted)
I been takin’ Ls, got the bankroll knotted (knotted)
Ayy, I could be the villain if you really want it (pow)
Poppin’ off, crazy, in the VIP, flexin’
Sippin’ out the bottle, tell your man he can exit (fuck him!)
We could take a risk, baby, no half-steppin’
Yeah, I like ’em raw, never learned a lesson
Shawty playin’ games, got me up, no restin’
Blowin’ up my line but I like the aggression
Say you wanna slide, meet me at the Westin
Shit, I could change your life—why you second guessin’? (yeah)
(Honest, honest, honest)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Don’t lie, don’t cap, keep it real with me (yeah)
We could turn the night up, baby, live with me (wooh)
If you ‘bout that life, come and chill with me
Be honest, be honest, don’t kill the dream (be honest)

Be Honest [Prod. PMO Music]

Check Out V1 Over Here:
https://soundcloud.com/pmo-music-ofc/flexing-on-you-prod-pmo-music

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music) (Yeah, yeah)
(We flexin’ on ‘em) (Woo, woo)
(Ayy, turn me up) (Skrrt!)

[Chorus]
I been flexin’ on you, yeah, you know what it do (What it do!)
Drip too cold, make the whole block shiver too (Brrr!)
Diamonds dancing, VV’s got ‘em blind like peek-a-boo (Woo!)
Catch me swervin’ foreigns, I don’t even need a roof (Skrrt!)
I been flexin’ on you, racks up, sky blue (Yeah)
New chain heavy, wrist game shine through (Bling, bling!)
You be talkin’ crazy, but we know it ain't true (Nah)
I been flexin’ on you, I been flexin’ on you (Flex, flex!)

[Verse 1]
Big bankroll, I ain't never seen a drought (Nope!)
Fifty on my neck, make a hater shut his mouth (Shh!)
Rollin’ up exotic, only gas, no doubt (Gas, gas!)
I just hit the jeweler, left that bitch fuckin iced out (Bling!)
I been speedin’ in that Lambo, hit the gas and I'm out (Gone!)
Switchin’ lanes, doin’ 80, gotta take a different route (Skrrt!)
I ain't worried ‘bout the past, all my hunnids crispy now (Crispy!)
You be cappin’, you ain’t touchin’ what I count (Nah, nah!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, who gon’ check me? (Who? Who?)
Money stretchin’ longer than a jet ski (Jet ski!)
I be rollin’ dolo, keep that toolie right next to me (Pow, pow!)
Say they want the smoke, but they softer than a sesame (Hah!)

[Chorus]
I been flexin’ on you, yeah, you know what it do (What it do!)
Drip too cold, make the whole block shiver too (Brrr!)
Diamonds dancing, VV’s got ‘em blind like peek-a-boo (Woo!)
Catch me swervin’ foreigns, I don’t even need a roof (Skrrt!)
I been flexin’ on you, racks up, sky blue (Yeah)
New chain heavy, wrist game shine through (Bling, bling!)
You be talkin’ crazy, but we know it ain't true (Nah)
I been flexin’ on you, I been flexin’ on you (Flex, flex!)

[Verse 2]
Louis V my kicks, Balenci on my shades (Yeah)
Got a model chick, but I still might misbehave (Hah!)
I just put the team on, put ‘em all in chains (Woo!)
Every time we pop out, it’s a movie, set the stage (Lights!)
Hundred K deposit, tell ‘em keep the fuckin’ change (Keep it!)
All these blue faces got me swimmin’ in the rain (Splash!)
Swervin’ past the opps, I ain't playin’ in their games (Nope!)
They be movin’ funny, so I had to switch the lane (Skrrt!)

[Chorus]
I been flexin’ on you, yeah, you know what it do (What it do!)
Drip too cold, make the whole block shiver too (Brrr!)
Diamonds dancing, VV’s got ‘em blind like peek-a-boo (Woo!)
Catch me swervin’ foreigns, I don’t even need a roof (Skrrt!)
I been flexin’ on you, racks up, sky blue (Yeah)
New chain heavy, wrist game shine through (Bling, bling!)
You be talkin’ crazy, but we know it ain't true 
I been flexin’ on you, I been flexin’ on you (Flex, flex!)

[Pre-Outro]
Pull up in that ghost, all black like I'm hauntin’ (Woo, woo)
Money talk loud, hunnids singin’, no talkin’ (Yeah)
Neck froze solid, lookin’ like it’s snow droppin’ (Brrra!)
Opps wanna creep, but my shooters still stalkin’ (Pow, pow)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Flexing On You V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Oh-oh-oh) (Mami, escucha)
(Yeah-yeah) (Ven aquí)

[Chorus]
Quiero llamarte, tu cumple ya viene (wooh)
Extraño esos días, tu cuerpo en mi piel (en mi piel)
Cuatro meses pasan, no puedo avanzar (pow)
Aquí estoy, Hennessy en un martes más (brrra)
Todo me pega, mami, vuelve ya (wooh)
Tus ojos, tu sonrisa, tu cuerpo sin igual (let's go)
Extraño todo de ti, baby, sin parar (sin parar)
Esto es real, lo que siento no es irreal (nah)

[Verse 1]
Me diste fuego, mami, y me consumí (ah-ah)
Yo te di el mundo, pero tú lo dejaste así (let's go)
Ahora estoy perdido, mirando tu perfil (pow)
Y esas noches juntos, eso no va a morir (brrra)
¿Por qué te niegas, sabes que nadie más (nadie más)
Te dio lo que yo te di, nadie igualará?
Porfa, sal de mi Netflix, déjame en paz (wooh)
No quiero verte ahí cuando mi vida brilla más (brilla más)

[Pre-Chorus]
"Love Don't Cost a Thing" y "Love Actually" (yeah)
Las veo en repeat, pensando solo en ti (uh)
Me subes y me bajas, tú manejas mi mood (mood)
No puedo evitarlo, mami, es mi actitud (brrra)

[Chorus]
Quiero llamarte, tu cumple ya viene (wooh)
Extraño esos días, tu cuerpo en mi piel (en mi piel)
Cuatro meses pasan, no puedo avanzar (pow)
Aquí estoy, Hennessy en un martes más (brrra)
Todo me pega, mami, vuelve ya (wooh)
Tus ojos, tu sonrisa, tu cuerpo sin igual (let's go)
Extraño todo de ti, baby, sin parar (sin parar)
Esto es real, lo que siento no es irreal (nah)

[Verse 2]
Mami, ik mis je geur, mis die vibe in de nacht (yeah)
Zat met jou in de whip, ramen laag, alles zacht (wooh)
We reden door de city, m’n hand op je dij (dij)
Jij keek mij zo aan, wist meteen jij bent mij (brrra)
Ik gaf je Louis, jij gaf mij die smile (pow)
We waren Bonnie en Clyde voor een while (yeah)
Maar jij koos je weg, liet mij hier in de kou (kou)
En nu zit ik hier, kijk je foto’s en ik blauw (blauw)

[Bridge]
(Mami, escucha) Sin ti no hay rumbo, mi corazón se cae (wooh)
La noche me habla, dice que tú vuelvas, que el fuego no se apague (brrra)

[Verse 3]
Tus besos, tus abrazos, mami, eran mi hogar (mi hogar)
No sé cómo sigo sin ti, quiero regresar (wooh)
Todo lo que fuimos, no lo quiero olvidar (brrra)
Si me dejas verte, te juro voy a arreglar (pow)
Dime que no es tarde, que podemos volver (volver)
Que tu cuerpo y mi alma se puedan encender (encender)
No quiero que este amor solo sea un ayer (ayer)
Quiero que sea un siempre, baby, ven a creer (yeah)

[Chorus]
Quiero llamarte, tu cumple ya viene (wooh)
Extraño esos días, tu cuerpo en mi piel (en mi piel)
Cuatro meses pasan, no puedo avanzar (pow)
Aquí estoy, Hennessy en un martes más (brrra)
Todo me pega, mami, vuelve ya (wooh)
Tus ojos, tu sonrisa, tu cuerpo sin igual (let's go)
Extraño todo de ti, baby, sin parar (sin parar)
Esto es real, lo que siento no es irreal (nah)

[Outro]
(Yeah-yeah) (Mami, ven aquí)
(Brrra) (No me dejes así)
Hennessy en mi mano, pero vacío en mí (ah-ah)
Regresa a mi vida, dame lo que perdí (pow)
(Oh-oh-oh) (PMO Music)

Vuelve Mami V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Ayy, woah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ooooh, let’s go, let’s go)

[Chorus]
I been runnin’ through the city like a ghost (Woo!)
Diamond fangs, shawty love the way they glow (Ice!)
She say, “Baby, you the wave, you the GOAT” (Yeah)
Told her, “Catch me in the sky, take a float” (Let’s go!)
I just pulled up in a drop-top, seats low (Skrrt!)
I been stackin’ like a vault, keep it closed (Locked!)
Hunnid bands, throw ‘em up, let ‘em go (Rain!)
We don’t talk, we just let the money show (Ayy, woo!)

[Verse 1]
They ain't see me comin’ now they lookin’ with they eyes wide (Eyes!)
I been stackin’ digits, got my rollie doin’ time slides (Slide!)
Shawty hit my line, told her meet me where the stars fly (Stars!)
I been on a mission, tunnel vision like a hawk’s eye (Ooooh)
Money talkin’ fluent, I don’t need no translation (Nah)
Blew a bag in Paris, now my fit got elevation (Flex!)
Baddie in the backseat, she exotic like my fragrance (Ooooh)
Livin’ like a dream but this reality in makin’ (Yeah, yeah!)

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t see no ceilings, I been floatin’ like a jet (Woo!)
Tryna touch the sky, I ain’t worried ‘bout a check (Nah)
Put it in the safe, let it stack like it’s Tetris (Yeah)
Every move I make got ‘em lookin’ like a reference (Let’s go!)

[Chorus]
I been runnin’ through the city like a ghost (Woo!)
Diamond fangs, shawty love the way they glow (Ice!)
She say, “Baby, you the wave, you the GOAT” (Yeah)
Told her, “Catch me in the sky, take a float” (Let’s go!)
I just pulled up in a drop-top, seats low (Skrrt!)
I been stackin’ like a vault, keep it closed (Locked!)
Hunnid bands, throw ‘em up, let ‘em go (Rain!)
We don’t talk, we just let the money show (Ayy, woo!)

[Verse 2]
Triple sevens on me, I ain’t never miss a bet (Jackpot!)
If they throwin’ shade, I just put it on my neck (Ice cold!)
Heard they talkin’ tough, but they typin’ through a text (Huh?)
I been too legit, tell ‘em run and get a check (Go get it!)
Uh, spaceship mode when I ride through the hills (Vroom!)
Butterfly doors, watch ‘em open like feels (Woo!)
Shawty too bad, got her grippin’ on the wheel (Hold on!)
Told her buckle up, we ain’t stoppin’ ‘til the mill (Yeah, yeah!)

[Bridge]
Ooooh, I been way too high (Yeah!)
See the city lights, they reflectin’ in my eyes (Ooooh)
I can’t waste no time, every second feel divine (Tick-tock!)
Took a leap of faith, now I’m floatin’ past the sky (Let’s go!)

[Chorus]
I been runnin’ through the city like a ghost (Woo!)
Diamond fangs, shawty love the way they glow (Ice!)
She say, “Baby, you the wave, you the GOAT” (Yeah)
Told her, “Catch me in the sky, take a float” (Let’s go!)
I just pulled up in a drop-top, seats low (Skrrt!)
I been stackin’ like a vault, keep it closed (Locked!)
Hunnid bands, throw ‘em up, let ‘em go (Rain!)
We don’t talk, we just let the money show (Ayy, woo!)

[Outro]
Ooooh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let’s go!)
I been way too high, can’t come down (No way!)
Money stackin’ up, won’t slow down (Never!)
(PMO Music)

Runnin’ Through The City  [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah (Uh-huh), we up now (Let’s go!)
Shawty lookin’ like the vibe, ayy (Woooh)
Big stepper when I slide, uh (Pow)

[Chorus]
Shawty say I move like magic (Yeah)
Pressure in the whip, too savage (Skrrt!)
Neck don’t chill, it’s lavish (Brrrra!)
Float too clean, no baggage (Nope)
Run it up, countin’ new habits (Let’s go!)
Still in the zone, no static (Never)
They want the drip — they lack it (Ha)
I do the most, no average (Facts)
Shawty on me like fashion (Woo)
Sayin’ my name with passion (Say it!)
We don’t do no crashin’ (Nah)
Slide through clean, no dashin’ (Zoom)
Money talk back, no caption (Talk!)
Whole crew eat, no ration (Ayy)
Stack so tall, no mansion (Up!)
Vibes so real, no actin’ (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Back in the booth with the fury (Wooh)
Speedin’ on tracks, no jury (Skrrt)
Look in my eyes, no blurry (Clear)
Everything clear, no worry (Never)
Pull up, I shine, no flurry (Ha!)
Still make a hit in a hurry (Fast)
Shawty want me, no curry (Nope)
She bring the heat, no scurry (Sheesh)
Two-step fresh, I’m floatin’ (Slide)
Deal too sweet, no tokin’ (Nah)
Vibe stay lit, no smokin’ (Clean)
Whole scene locked, no open (Locked!)
Shawty say I’m too chosen (Facts)
Wrist too bright, I’m glowin’ (Shine!)
They just talk, not showin’ (Never)
I go wild, not slowin’ (Zoom!)

[Pre-Chorus]
I got a lane and I’m stayin’ (Skrrt)
Move like I’m flyin’ — not playin’ (Wooh)
No one around me complainin’ (Nah)
Win every time, no weigh-in (Facts)
Shawty on go, no delayin’ (Let’s go!)
Pullin’ up strong — no fadin’ (Brrrra!)

[Chorus]
Shawty say I move like magic (Yeah)
Pressure in the whip, too savage (Zoom!)
Neck don’t chill, it’s lavish (Drip!)
Float too clean, no baggage (None)
Run it up, countin’ new habits (Woo!)
Still in the zone, no static (Locked in)
They want the drip — they lack it (Ha)
I do the most, no average (Yeah)
Shawty on me like fashion (Real)
Sayin’ my name with passion (She bad)
We don’t do no crashin’ (Nah)
Slide through clean, no dashin’ (Skrrt!)
Money talk back, no caption (Talkin’)
Whole crew eat, no ration (Yeah)
Stack so tall, no mansion (Up now!)
Vibes so real, no actin’ (On point)

[Verse 2]
Every step, I’m major (Facts)
Ballin’ like no wager (Ball!)
Way I move through pages (Yeah)
Different zone, no cages (Free!)
Shawty love my cadence (Ooooh)
We connect like stations (Link)
She know I bring that fragrance (Clean)
We ride out, no patience (Go!)
I just break the matrix (Boom)
Never need translations (Nah)
Talk my talk, no fakin’ (Nope)
All that drip contagious (Wooh!)
They follow my vibrations (True)
Still on top, no chasin’ (Never)
Whole block got that bass in (Boom!)

[Bridge]
Ooooh shawty want that wave (Yeah)
Gave her somethin’ she can crave (Let’s go!)
Now she rollin’ like we paid (Paid!)
Elevated, now we brave (On God)
I don’t fold, I don’t cave (Nah)
Whole lane mine, no trade (No way!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Shawty say I move like magic (Uh-huh)
Pressure in the whip, too savage
Neck don’t chill, it’s lavish (Woooh)
Yeah!!!

Move like Magic V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yuh, yuh) (Ayy, ayy)
(Yeah, yeah) (Let's go!)

[Chorus]
Text me back, don’t leave me on read (yeah)
Got that vibe running circles in my head (wooh)
Fuck it up, we gon’ party till we dead (gang)
Now they all tryna follow where I tread (brra)
Text me back, don’t leave me on read (yeah)
Got that vibe running circles in my head (pow)
Fuck it up, we gon’ party till we dead (wooh)
Now they all tryna follow where I tread (gang, gang)

[Hook]
Running up the bag (running up the bag)
Running up the bag (running up the bag)
Running up the bag (running up the bag)
They can’t hold me back (they can’t hold me back)

[Verse 1]
Moving quick, I’m a ghost in the night (yeah)
They ain’t seeing how I’m living this life (pow)
Got my demons but I keep it all tight (wooh)
Mix the pain with the smoke, take flight (gang)
On the low but I shine like a flare (flare)
All these bitches wanna stop and just stare (stare)
Had to grind, now I’m up in the air (air)
Counting racks with no time to spare (yeah, yeah)

(Hold up) back on my zone with the madness (madness)
Fuck a fake vibe, I ain’t doing no acting (acting)
All in the field, where the money keep stacking (stacking)
I ain’t falling off, bitch, I made it off passion (gang)

[Chorus]
Text me back, don’t leave me on read (yeah)
Got that vibe running circles in my head (wooh)
Fuck it up, we gon’ party till we dead (gang)
Now they all tryna follow where I tread (brra)
Text me back, don’t leave me on read (yeah)
Got that vibe running circles in my head (pow)
Fuck it up, we gon’ party till we dead (wooh)
Now they all tryna follow where I tread (gang, gang)

[Hook]
Running up the bag (running up the bag)
Running up the bag (running up the bag)
Running up the bag (running up the bag)
They can’t hold me back (they can’t hold me back)

[Verse 2]
Switching lanes, bitch, I ride with no fear (fear)
Keep it solid, I ain’t trustin’ no peer (peer)
All that cap talk, I don’t wanna hear (hear)
Cut the snakes, then I made it all clear (clear, pow)
Fuck what they say, I been locked in the booth (locked in)
Cooking heat, I deliver the proof (yeah, yeah)
Every move that I make got a groove (wooh)
I don’t lie, I just live in the truth (truth, gang)

(Ayy) drip in my soul, not a trend (trend)
Counting commas with my bros to the end (end)
Still remember I was broke, had to mend (mend)
Now the whole world calling me a friend (brra)

[Bridge]
Late nights (yeah), no sleep (yeah)
Fucked up (wooh), too deep (gang)
Smoke clouds (pow), can’t see (brra)
But the grind gon’ set me free (set me free)

[Chorus]
Text me back, don’t leave me on read (yeah)
Got that vibe running circles in my head (wooh)
Fuck it up, we gon’ party till we dead (gang)
Now they all tryna follow where I tread (brra)
Text me back, don’t leave me on read (yeah)
Got that vibe running circles in my head (pow)
Fuck it up, we gon’ party till we dead (wooh)
Now they all tryna follow where I tread (gang, gang)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Yuh, yuh) (Ayy, ayy)
Text me back!

Text Me Back [Prod. PMO Music]

Check Out V1 Over Here:
https://soundcloud.com/pmo-music-ofc/am-to-dusk-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 V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

Intro]
(PMO Music)
HA!
Bitch, what the fuck is you wearin'? (Haha)
(Savage on this one!)
PMO run that shit back yo

[Chorus]
I fuckin' pissed on the throne (RAHH)
Dick long like a cone (WOOH)
I'm high, don't call my phone (Yuh)
She lick me like a bone (Slurp)
Nigga, I'm clutchin' chrome (Blick-Blick!)
Don't talk, just give me dome (Yeah!)
You bark, I break your home (POW!)
Then post up in your zone

I'm in the Tesla, tweakin', head out the roof, I'm geekin' (Skrrt!)
Bitch said "choke me," I left her breathin' uneven (HUH)
Pop my shit like beacon—(BRRRA)
Ya opps still vegan (HAHA)
I eat beef like demons (YUM)
I spit blood every weekend

[Verse 1]
Shoot first, no convo, dick hang like a poncho (Swingin')
Suck me while she mambo, call her lil' Diablo (Ayy)
Backshot, then I vanish, she scream in Spanish (Wooh)
I’m a menace in denim—pull blick like mechanics (CLACK)

My Glock got ADHD, can’t chill (NO!)
She suck me like Nyquil (Zzz)
Then steal my Advil (Bitch)
Now I gotta pop me a seal (Yeah!)
All my hoes got grillz—(Cheese!)
All my blunts on stilts (High!)
I’m lit, bitch, I don’t feel (RAHH)
I rob you in high heels

Grrr! Stomp a nigga in Jordans (Stomp!)
Laugh while recordin' (Heehee!)
Clip look like an organ (Prrra!)
She cryin', now she borin'
Put a bitch in orbit (Zoom!)
Now I’m chillin’ in Portland
Shit loud like snorin’ (Zzz)
I slap her with a warrant (Bitch!)

[Bridge]
Dick swang like church bells (Ding!)
She ride me, I can't tell (Ugh)
She moanin’ in Braille (What?)
I nutted in a seashell (WAVY)
Bitch built like retail—(Buy 1 get 2!)
Pussy dry like email
I ghost her, no Gmail (Bye)
Now she cryin' on Spreetail

[Chorus]
I fuckin' pissed on the throne (RAHH)
Dick long like a cone (WOOH)
I'm high, don't call my phone (Skrrt)
She lick me like a bone (SLURP)
Nigga, I'm clutchin' chrome (BRRR)
Don't talk, just give me dome (WOO)
You bark, I break your home (BOOM!)
Then post up in your zone

I'm in the Tesla, tweakin', head out the roof, I'm geekin' (Haha)
Bitch said "choke me," I left her breathin' uneven (Yuh)
Pop my shit like beacon—(RAHH)
Ya opps still vegan (Bitch)
I eat beef like demons (Demon time)
I spit blood every weekend (Wooh)

[Verse 2]
AR with a scope got vision (Zoom!)
Dick got a mission (Yessir)
She scream like auditions (Haha)
I nut, then go fishin' (Catch me!)
She built like a gremlin, I still hit (RAHH)
Gave her a high-five mid-split (Yeah!)
Then dipped like a misfit
Now I’m back with a hitlist

You cry on TikTok, I laugh with the blick (BRRR!)
Bitch, I'm toxic like dick made of Flint (Ugh)
Lick on her toes, then ask for a mint (Mmm)
She call me “Daddy,” I call her a simp (Yuh)

My soul dead, my teeth gold (RAHH)
I smile and the heat show (Ha-ha)
My opps all in sleep mode (Zzz)
I kill, then eat Cheetos (Crunch)
Hoes shaped like burritos
I bend 'em like Doritos
She moan "Ooh," I reload (RAHH)
I'm sick, call me Vito

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
You know I had to go demon mode on this shit (RAHH)

Tesla [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Grrrah!) (Wooh!) (Yuh!) (Let's get it!) (Blah!) (Dumb as fuck!)

[Chorus]
I don't want no hug, I want a stick — I want a missile (Boom!)
If he talkin' weird, we erase him like a pencil (Scratch!)
Niga actin’ tough, I'ma turn him to a stencil (Brrt-brrt!)
Shooter got the drum, beat it fast like it's a rental (Skrrt!)
Bitch, I’m blowin' gas in your sister kitchen booth (Gas, gas, woo!)
See me in the backseat dancin’ with a deuce (Pop, pop, loose!)
He gon’ flex that chain? Now he missin’ a tooth (Haha)
She just ate the dick so hard, she lost a molar too (Nasty!)

[Verse 1]
Pop a bean, get dumb — call me Harvard reject (Yeah!)
Told the plug "bring five," he brought six — respect! (Pow!)
Flew a ho to Pluto, made her walk back, check (Facts!)
Sippin’ syrup thicker than a Popeye's neck (Lean!)
Got a stick in my boot, like I'm fightin' Shrek (Shrek!)
Bitch talk crazy, I just auto-correct (Auto!)
Gun go bang like it’s watchin' the Net (Boom!)
You talk online, but in person — a pet (Meow!)
I got a stripper named Bible, she blessed (Holy!)
Shot him at the spa, now he gettin' a rest (Zzz)
I don't aim legs, I go straight for the chest (Boom-boom!)
Make a niga moonwalk, hit him with finesse (Hee-hee!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Bad bitch ugly, but she good at her job (Facts!)
Gave her ten racks just to slob on my knob (Woo!)
I don't need friends, I just mob with my mob (Mob!)
You gon' need God if you pull up and rob (Pow!)
(Yeah) (Boom) (Bitch) (Run it!)

[Chorus]
I don't want no hug, I want a stick — I want a missile (Skrrrah!)
If he talkin' weird, we erase him like a pencil (Click-clack!)
Niga actin’ tough, I'ma turn him to a stencil (Ha!)
Shooter got the drum, beat it fast like it's a rental (Like vroom!)
Bitch, I’m blowin' gas in your sister kitchen booth (Gas, gas, woo!)
See me in the backseat dancin’ with a deuce (Shoot, shoot, shoot!)
He gon’ flex that chain? Now he missin’ a tooth (Smile!)
She just ate the dick so hard, she lost a molar too (Damn!)

[Verse 2]
My choppa bilingual, it speak “rat-tat” and “Boom” (Boom!)
Scope so big, I could zoom in on the moon (Sniper!)
Bitch from the bay got more bass than a tune (Yeah!)
F&N turn a pussy boy into a cartoon (Flat!)
Dick so long, she just bowed like “thanks” (Haha!)
Shooter on point, made ‘em dance in his shanks (Two-step!)
Pulled up to church with a TEC in my pants (Clack!)
Pastor look scared — now we all doin' pranks (Oops!)
Got a Glock named TikTok, it count down slow (Tick... tick...)
When it go off, man the whole block glow (Glow!)
He was tough on the net, now he missin' his show (Gone!)
Try to box me? Niga, I fight with a pole (Boom!)

[Bridge]
Blowin' loud pack while she lickin' on toes (Woo!)
Money so long, it got legs like a hose (Drip!)
I don't kiss bitches, I just pass 'em to bros (Skrrt!)
We don't play tag, we just shoot — then we ghost (Ghost!)

[Chorus]
I don't want no hug, I want a stick — I want a missile (BOOM!)
If he talkin' weird, we erase him like a pencil (Erase him!)
Niga actin’ tough, I'ma turn him to a stencil (Yuh!)
Shooter got the drum, beat it fast like it's a rental (Run it up!)
Bitch, I’m blowin' gas in your sister kitchen booth (Gas, gas, boom!)
See me in the backseat dancin’ with a deuce (Shoot!)
He gon’ flex that chain? Now he missin’ a tooth (Haha!)
She just ate the dick so hard, she lost a molar too (Nasty!)

Missile [Prod. PMO Music]

Check Out V1 Over Here:
https://soundcloud.com/pmo-music-ofc/how-you-love-that-prod-pmo-music

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, uh (Let’s go!)
PMO is back with that V2  nigga (Wooh!)

[Chorus]
I’m killin’ niggas, baby, how you love that? (Love that!)
I’m killin’ niggas, baby, how you love that? (Boom boom!)
I been road runnin’ since the grind back (Grind back!)
If I drop a stack, bet I’m bouncin’ that back (Wooh!)
I’m killin’ niggas, baby, how you love that? (BRRR!)
I’m killin’ niggas, baby, how you love that? (Skrrt!)
I been outside, on the edge like that
If I lose it all, then I’m runnin’ it back (Let's Go!)

[Verse 1]
Is it fate or I'm chosen? My life in slow motion (Chosen!)
Neck like a glacier, I move with devotion (Drip!)
These niggas be hatin’, I never lose focus (Nah)
I’m ridin’ with demons, this grind feelin’ holy (Skrrt!)
Told ‘em don’t speak if the talk ain’t cash (Shhh!)
Fake love deep, so I left that past (Bye!)
Hundreds in bundles, rubber bands like traps (Snap!)
They smile in ya face, but they plot like rats (Fake!)
Pretty lil’ thing, if she slick, we flip it (Flip it!)
Whole team slidin’, got sticks with the physics (BRRA!)
Fire in the city, they duckin' the vision (Pow!)
No handouts here, we snatch with precision (Take it!)
Big gas pushin’, I’m beyond that broke (Zoom!)
Came with the smoke, now the world get choked (Choke!)
I don’t do friends, I just do notes (Notes!)
If you ain’t with the code, then you get ghost (Ghost!)

[Chorus]
I’m killin’ niggas, baby, how you love that? (BRRR!)
I’m killin’ niggas, baby, how you love that? (Love that!)
I been road runnin’ since the grind back (Grind back!)
If I drop a stack, bet I’m gettin’ it back (Get it back!)
I’m killin’ niggas, baby, how you love that? (Woo!)
I’m killin’ niggas, baby, how you love that? (Yeah!)
Been in the mud, had to stand through that
If I lose a grip, I’m still handlin’ that (Let’s Go!)

[Verse 2]
Ey, ik leef dit leven — geen limiet, geen lijn (Geen lijn!)
Staal in m’n broeks, voel die spanning als design (Clink!)
Op de blok, hele wijk weet wat ik draai (Draai!)
Cash in m’n tas, m’n intentie is te graai (Pak dat!)
Jij beweegt traag, ik schiet als een laser (Pew!)
Rollie zo koud, ze denken dat ik bevries, bruh (Ice!)
Ze zeggen “wacht af,” maar ik fuck die regels (Nah!)
Geen liefde op straat, ik vertrouw geen mensen (Facts!)
Als ze pushen, dan ik drop het met geweld (BOOM!)
Kom niet zacht, ik ben gebouwd als een veld (Sterk!)
Kijk naar m’n ogen — niks daar is mild
Alles is scherp — ik ben geslepen als een schild (Snijd!)
In de regen met die hoodie en die blick (BRRR!)
Tik-tak tijd tikt, maar ik mis niks (Tijd!)
Elke move strategisch, geen toeval, niks
Ik jaag op m’n doel — met een honger als een pit (Raaah!)
Grijp wat ik wil, laat niks op de plank
Als ik val, dan ik rise met een motherfucking klank (KLINK!)
Trap op de beat als een leger in de flank
Hard in die game, zet de toon — geef geen dank (Nope!)

[Outro]
I’m killin’ ninjas, baby, how you love that? (Love that)
I’m killin’ ninjas, baby, how you love that? (Pow!)
I been road running since the grind back (Grind back)
If I drop a stack, best believe I’ll get it back (Wooh!)
I’m killin’ ninjas, baby, how you love that? (Yeah)
I’m killin’ ninjas, baby, how you love that? (Uh-huh)
I been road running since the grind back (Grind baack)
If I drop a stack, best believe I’ll get it back (YEAH)
(PMO Music)

How You Love That V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

Follow Eugene Mack:
https://soundcloud.com/thelegendaryeugenemack

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah (Wooh), drift slow (Skrrt)
Moonlight on my face, let the vibe just glow (Uh)
Energy align with the waves I know (Mmm)
Keep it steady when I move, let the silence grow (Yeah)
(Eugene Mack)

[Chorus]
I been floatin’ through the night with intention (Woooh)
Every thought turn to light, no pretension (Skrrt)
Paintin’ visions in the sky, new dimension (Yeah)
Every line in my soul, it’s ascension (Mmm)

I been floatin’ through the night with intention (Woooh)
Every thought turn to light, no pretension (Yeah)
Paintin’ visions in the sky, new dimension (Skrrt, skrrt)
Every line in my soul, it’s ascension (Let’s go!)

[Verse 1]
Gold reflections on the water, keep me timeless (Mmm)
Every move I design, it’s the finest (Yeah)
Silhouettes in the dark, feelin’ mindless (Woooh)
But the rhythm in my chest stay the kindest (Skrrt)

Turnin’ chaos into peace with the stillness (Yeah)
Every loss that I had made me fearless (Facts)
Now the stars rearrange, can you feel this? (Woooh)
Eugene Mack in the cut, keep it real bliss (Yeahhh)

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t chase, I let the current define me (Mmm)
Every word in the air still remind me (Yeah)
If it’s heavy, let it go, don’t bind me (Wooh)
All the love in my path realign me (Skrrt)

[Chorus]
I been floatin’ through the night with intention (Yeah)
Every thought turn to light, no pretension (Woooh)
Paintin’ visions in the sky, new dimension (Skrrt)
Every line in my soul, it’s ascension (Mmm)

I been floatin’ through the night with intention (Yeah)
Every thought turn to light, no pretension (Wooh)
Paintin’ visions in the sky, new dimension (Skrrt)
Every line in my soul, it’s ascension (Let’s go!)

[Verse 2]
Movin’ weightless through the dark, no resistance (Yeah)
Every dream I been holdin’ now in distance (Mmm)
Colors swirl in my mind, they persistent (Woooh)
All the scars that I carry turn to wisdom (Skrrt, skrrt)

I been writin’ down the stars in the silence (Yeah)
Every breath I take now is a science (Mmm)
Whole world on my back, still I’m flyin’ (Wooh)
PMO with the sound, keep it vibrant (Yeahhh)

[Bridge]
Crystal skies rearrange when I breathe in (Mmm)
Every path that I take got a meaning (Yeah)
Never fall, I been learnin’ through the season (Wooh)
Every loss, every gain, keep it even (Skrrt)

[Chorus]
I been floatin’ through the night with intention (Yeahhh)
Every thought turn to light, no pretension (Woooh)
Paintin’ visions in the sky, new dimension (Mmm)
Every line in my soul, it’s ascension (Uh-huh)

I been floatin’ through the night with intention (Skrrt)
Every thought turn to light, no pretension (Yeah)
Paintin’ visions in the sky, new dimension (Woooh)
Every line in my soul, it’s ascension (Let’s go!)

[Outro]
(Eugene Mack)
Weightless (Yeah), timeless (Wooh)
Every dream in my mind is a diamond (Skrrt)
Let it flow, let it rise, keep it silent (Mmm)
On the wave, on the wave, keep it vibrant (Pow!)

PMO - Floatin [Prod. Eugene Mack]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah) (Pow) (Brrra) (Let’s Go!)

[Chorus]
Fuck Blick—Drake on my side, let it hum loud (Pow)
Shooter in the shadows, make the whole block shut down (Wooh)
Cold steel ringing, hear the echo when it touchdown (Yeah)
Blood on my shoes, every step make the ground drown (Skrrt)

Voices in my head say “kill” when the lights fade (Uh)
Money on the floor, stack high where the dice lay (Pow)
City in the smoke, no peace when the crime play (Wooh)
Life on the line, every night like a Friday (BRrrra)

[Verse 1]
I just had a Nigga with a mask and a long pole (Wooh)
Running through the shadows with the cash, that’s a strong hold (Yeah)
Fuck Blick—got a stick in the stash where the cold go (Pow)
Pressure on the city, make it crash when the chrome blow (Skrrt)

Drake in the backpack, loaded like a page flip (Uh)
Bodies on the pavement, silence when the cage spit (Yeah)
Blood on the carpet, diamonds make the rain drip (Splash)
Bullet holes singing through the air like a flame whip (Wooh)

Caught him in the alley, dropped his soul like a ringtone (Ring)
Left him with his eyes wide open like a window (Yeah)
Money in the duffle, counting fast where the wind go (Pow)
Ghost in the system, let it ride where the sins flow (Brrra)

No love, no faith, just a blade and a hot round (Yeah)
Eyes in the night, see the hate when the block sound (Wooh)
Chains on my chest feel heavy when I walk now (Pow)
Life on the line, every step is a lockdown (Let’s Go!)

[Verse 2]
(PMO Music)
Shadows in the back, all black with a trench coat (Yeah)
Hands in the fire, every move is a death note (Pow)
Fuck Blick—make the barrel sing a sharp quote (Wooh)
Numbers in my brain count blood like a bank note (Skrrt)

Hunt in the dark, where the static make the wires hum (Yeah)
Drake to his head, leave him flat like a tire drum (Boom)
Pressure in the streets, make it crack where the liars come (Pow)
Life is just a blade and a mask where the silence numb (Wooh)

Eyes red shut, no sleep in the grave light (Yeah)
Voices in my head turn cold when the cage bite (Pow)
Move like a phantom, no trace when the haze bite (Brrra)
Fire in my chest burn slow in the late night (Let’s Go!)

Cross in the dirt, no prayers for the lost one (Yeah)
Nigga on the curb spill blood when the frost run (Pow)
Death in my veins, no chain that can stop none (Wooh)
Drake in my hand, one shot make the clock done (BRRRRA)

[Chorus]
Fuck Blick—Drake on my side, let it hum loud (Pow)
Nigga in the shadows, make the whole block shut down (Wooh)
Cold steel ringing, hear the echo when it touchdown (Yeah)
Blood on my shoes, every step make the ground drown (Skrrt)

Voices in my head say “kill” when the lights fade (Uh)
Money on the floor, stack high where the dice lay (Pow)
City in the smoke, no peace when the crime play (Wooh)
Life on the line, every night like a Friday (BRrrra)

[Outro]
(Yeah) (Pow) (Wooh) (Skrrt) (Brrra)
(PMO Music)

Fuck Blick [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics: 

[Intro]
(PMO Music) (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 V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah (Wooh), turn me up (Let’s go!)
Back from the dirt (Pow), fire in my shirt (Yeah)
Blicky gon’ burst (Skrrt), life made me work (Uh-huh)
No fear in my stride (Wooh), watch how I ride (Yeah, yeah)
Phoenix in the night (Brrra), flame never died (Pow)

[Verse 1]
I’m risin’ from the concrete (Yeah), burnin’ like propane (Skrrt)
Fuck all the roadblocks (Wooh), I’m swervin’ through both lanes (Pow)
Blood in my veins, got heat like a stove (Wooh)
Pole in the whip, beam red on a ghost (Brrra)
Niggas talk tough but they never gon’ slide (Slide)
Glock on my side, I ain’t wastin’ no time (Bang)
Chain on my neck, it be sparkin’ like flames (Wooh)
Came from the struggle, now I’m breakin’ them chains (Skrrt)
Heartbeat drummin’ like a 808 bass (Boom)
Victory closer, I’m pickin’ up pace (Yeah)
Fire in my soul, bitch, I never gon’ fold (Never)
Young niga lit, I’m too raw, too bold (Pow)

[Chorus]
Back from the dirt (Pow), fire in my shirt (Yeah)
Blicky gon’ burst (Skrrt), life made me work (Uh-huh)
No fear in my stride (Wooh), watch how I ride (Yeah, yeah)
Phoenix in the night (Brrra), flame never died (Pow)

[Verse 2]
Ashes on the floor, but I glow like a torch (Yeah)
Got the Draco in the trunk, scope sittin’ on the porch (Pow)
Never show fear, I be standin’ in the storm (Skrrt)
Pressure make diamonds, the fire keep me warm (Wooh)
Bruises on my past, but I’m flexin’ in the present (Uh)
Money stack tall, fuck a hater, learn ya lesson (Yeah)
Eyes on the prize, I’ma run that race (Skrrt)
If a niga want smoke, beam right to his face (Brrra)
Flex on the pain, I’m a god in the night (Wooh)
Glow in the dark with the chain full of ice (Yeah)
Slide through the block, 30 clip, no miss (Pow)
Still pray to the sky, but I’m built for this shit (Skrrt)

[Chorus]
Phoenix flex (Yeah), we rise (Wooh)
In the sky (Pow), we fly (Skrrt)
Stronger every time (Wooh), no lie (Yeah)
Ain’t no stoppin’ (Pow), my climb (Brrra)

[Verse 3]
Flame in my chest, I’m a wildfire breathin’ (Wooh)
Niggas switched sides, but I’m never the one leavin’ (Yeah)
Karma on my back, justice always gon’ spin (Pow)
Fuck the fake love, only fam, only kin (Skrrt)
If you cross that line, it’s a red dot beam (Brrra)
Made for the grind, I’m a nightmare dream (Yeah)
Chains on my wrist, glow bright in the night (Wooh)
Heart full of rage, but my soul full of light (Skrrt)
Every fall just a setup for the next big win (Pow)
Life tried to drown me, I learned how to swim (Yeah)
Hood on my shoulders, I’ma lift that weight (Wooh)
Young flame burnin’, I control my fate (Pow)

[Bridge]
Stand tall (Yeah), real me (Wooh)
Ain’t no copy, ain’t no wannabe (Pow)
Pain fed the reign (Skrrt), I embrace the strain (Yeah)
Phoenix flex, bitch, I rise from the flame (Brrra)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Back from the dirt (yah), fire in my shirt (Yeah)
Blicky gon’ burst (Skrrt), life made me work (nah)
No fear in my stride (Wooh), watch how I ride (Yeah, yeah)
Phoenix in the night (Brrra), flame never died (Pow)

Rise (Wooh), climb (Yeah), flame in my mind (Pow)
Ashes to shine (Skrrt), can’t stop my grind (Yeah)
Ride (Wooh), fly (Yeah), eternal high (Pow)
Phoenix flex forever, niga I won’t die (Brrra)

Phoenix flex [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, yeah—(Let’s go!)
I’ve been runnin’ up these racks, no decline (Wooh!)
Tunnel vision, all I see is dollar signs (Brrrra!)
Ayy, who they think they pressin’? Not my kind (Pow!)
We don’t talk, we just let that money chime (Ding!)

[Verse 1]
Runnin’ up digits like I got a code (Yeah)
I don’t do limits, my pockets explode (Boom)
Talkin’ in riddles, these opps get exposed (Huh?)
I keep a grip like my money got cold (Freeze!)
Big stepper, I ain't never tiptoe (Nah)
Turn a opp into a John Doe (Woah)
Bands on me like a drum roll (Pow!)
They actin’ tough, but it’s all show (Haha)

[Pre-Chorus]
I was down bad—now I’m way up (Way up!)
Broke the safe, now it stay shut (Stay shut!)
I don’t need a deal, got my pay up (Ching!)
Hundred on the dash, never wait up (Skrrt!)

[Chorus]
Ice on me, wrist like a lake (Splash!)
Big body coupe, no brakes (Vroom!)
Every move I make, that’s a play (Let’s go!)
Took a risk, now I’m straight (Brrrra!)
If they hate, let ‘em hate (Yeah)
We just add more to the bank (Woo!)
I just leveled up my rank (Pow!)
Big bands, let ‘em stack (Racks!)

[Verse 2]
They talk like they know me, they don’t (Nope)
I move like a ghost through the smoke (Ghost!)
I got ‘em all stuck in a choke (Huh?)
I’m breakin’ the bank, that’s the goal (Cha-ching!)
Fly to Dubai when I need a vacay (Skrrt!)
Too many bands, need a new safe (Safe!)
All of my diamonds like Blu-ray (Ice!)
Touch it, you might need a new face (Woah)
I keep a hunnid like every direction (Yeah)
Run up on me, that’s a lethal connection (Pow!)
Told ‘em it’s levels, I’m way past dimension (Zoom!)
Whippin’ that foreign like I got a pension (Vroom!)

[Pre-Chorus]
I was down bad—now I’m way up (Way up!)
Broke the safe, now it stay shut (Stay shut!)
I don’t need a deal, got my pay up (Ching!)
Hundred on the dash, never wait up (Skrrt!)

[Chorus]
Ice on me, wrist like a lake (Splash!)
Big body coupe, no brakes (Vroom!)
Every move I make, that’s a play (Let’s go!)
Took a risk, now I’m straight (Brrrra!)
If they hate, let ‘em hate (Yeah)
We just add more to the bank (Woo!)
I just leveled up my rank (Pow!)
Big bands, let ‘em stack (Racks!)

[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah—tell ‘em it’s nothin’ (Woo!)
I make a flip, then I double the budget (Ching!)
I keep it movin’, I’m never redundant (Go!)
I took a L, but I made it a hundred (Facts!)
They was asleep, now they all wide awake (Huh?)
Tryna keep up, but they run out of pace (Haha)
Came from the dark, now my neck like a lake (Ice!)
Bag on me heavy, it’s hard to relate (Pow!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
I just leveled up my rank (Yeah!)
I just let the money crank (Wooh!)
I don’t even gotta think (Nah)
Big bands, let ‘em stack (Racks!)

Way Up V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(yeah)
(wooh)
(BRrrra)

[Verse 1]
I walk the empty hallway, every picture's feeling clad
Your jacket on the doorknob, like the ghost of what we had
I scroll through old recordings, hear the laughter turn to static, sad
The clock keeps its appointment, but the time ain't what we had
I pass the corner café where we promised we'd be glad
Now I sip my coffee bitter, taste the echo—tastes like bad
I try to play it forward, but my story always goes back, back, back to you, to that pad
Without your light I'm orbitless, a satellite gone mad

[Pre-Chorus]
(yeah)
I call the void your name and it comes back twice as sad
I dress my sleepless heartbeat up in every coulda, woulda, had
I practice small apologies, wear them like a uniform that's ragged, clad
But words are just the paper boats that sink before they reach your pad

[Chorus]
I know I probably shouldn't but I miss you hella bad
And it kills me that I know that I'm the reason that you're sad
I miss it when we kissed and just hung out at your pad
'Cause without you I feel nothing and I think I'm going mad

[Verse 2]
I keep replaying our last night, every line a little jagged, bad
You said you needed breathing room — I gave you storms and plans gone mad
I tried to be the lighthouse but I fogged the beam and made you sad
Now I'm counting all the could've-beens like coins that never add
Your playlist is a landmine, every song explodes me—feels so clad
My phone still holds your wallpaper, your silhouette in moonlight, unclad
I write a thousand better versions, every draft just reads the same sad ad
"Forgive me" on a sticky note, left on memories like ash and pad

[Pre-Chorus]
(Let's Go!)
I mend the seams of silence with the thread of what I had
I paint apology on mirrors, but it smudges into "I'm bad"
I promise not to promise more than I can keep—won't be that kind of dad
But promises need witnesses and you were always that witness at our pad

[Chorus]
I know I probably shouldn't but I miss you hella bad
And it kills me that I know that I'm the reason that you're sad
I miss it when we kissed and just hung out at your pad
'Cause without you I feel nothing and I think I'm going mad

[Bridge]
(yeah) (Wooh)
If I could rewind summers, stitch the nights that we unclad
Find the line where selfishness became the thief that made you sad
I'd give the map, the keys, the quiet, everything I ever had
I'd trade a thousand lonely dawns to hear your laughter in my pad
(Pow)
But time don't take returns, it only teaches hearts to add
Regret is arithmetic—subtract the joy, multiply the bad

[Verse 3]
So here's a final letter carved in light and shadow, notepad-sad
I'm learning how to be the man who builds a home that's never clad in fad
I practice patience in the mirror, hold my own hand when I'm afraid and mad
I don't expect your mercy—only hope you'll someday miss the laugh we had
If you decide to open up again, I'll bring the quiet that you never had
I'll be a better blue than the one that left you bruised and sad
I'll leave the streetlights on till morning, wait outside your window—no, not glad
Just steady—just honest—just someone who remembers what we had at your pad

[Chorus]
I know I probably shouldn't but I miss you hella bad
And it kills me that I know that I'm the reason that you're sad
I miss it when we kissed and just hung out at your pad
'Cause without you I feel nothing and I think I'm going mad

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(yeah)
(wooh)
(BRrrra)

Miss U Bad [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)

[Chorus]
(Yeah) Who gon’ slide wit’ me? (Wooh)
Who gon’ ride wit’ me? (Let's go!)
Who gon’ die for me? (Brrra)
Bitch, who really outside wit’ me? (Pow!)

(Yeah) Who gon’ slide wit’ me? (Skrrt)
Who gon’ ride wit’ me? (Boom)
Who gon’ die for me? (Ayy)
Bitch, who really outside wit’ me? (Rah-Rah)

[Verse 1]
Choppa sing like melodies, watch that opp boy take a nap (Brr)
Told me, "Put that Glock away," nah, we spinnin’ right back (Skrrt)
We don’t play wit’ opposition, send that addy, get ‘em whacked (Boom)
223s gon’ fold his chest, make sure his fuckn' ribs collapse (Blah)

Yeah, we slide, fuck a mask, let ‘em know just who we is (Yeah)
I ain’t never need a deal, been a boss since I was six (Huh)
Grew up ‘round them sticks and bricks, keep a drum, no need for switch (Brr)
Say my name inside a diss? Now his gang ain't sayin’ shit (Shh)

Hop out like a task force, camoed up in all black (Skrrt)
Switches on them Glocks, boy, this ain’t Fortnite, ain't no cap (Boom)
Hollows twist inside his chest, boy, he gon’ bleed out where he at (Blah)
Say he tough, but he just actin’—he ain't built for combat (Nah)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Yeah) What the fuck is that? (Boom)
(Yeah) What the fuck is that? (Brr)
Bitch, that’s how we step on nigas (Step)
Turn his whip into a pack (Skrrt)

[Chorus]
Who gon’ slide wit’ me? (Boom)
Who gon’ ride wit’ me? (Brrra)
Who gon’ die for me? (Skrrt)
Bitch, who really outside wit’ me? (Pow!)

Who gon’ slide wit’ me? (Rah-Rah)
Who gon’ ride wit’ me? (Boom)
Who gon’ die for me? (Ayy)
Bitch, who really outside wit’ me? (Blah)

[Verse 2]
I don’t do no back-and-forth, I just up this 40 torch (Boom)
Glock got kick, it break his ribs, he hit the ground, can’t find his voice (Ayy)
Ain’t no mercy, hit his homie, they gon’ take that boy in pairs (Yeah)
AR got that scope, I see him clear like this a movie glare (Skrrt)

One, two, three, four (Brr)
Bust his top, now close that door (Boom)
Five, six, seven, eight (Ayy)
All his dawgs ain't comin’ home (Nah)

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve (Huh)
Fuck them jakes, won’t ever tell (Nope)
223s hit through his vest, make his heartbeat skip like Dell (Boom, boom, boom)
Bullets spin like DJ sets, watch ‘em drop, no fairy tale (Blah)

[Bridge]
Ayy, my Draco like my ex, she quick to bust on sight (Huh)
Let a niga play wit’ me, we spin they block twice in a night (Skrrt)
Why these rappers cap so much? They ain't never took no life (Never)
Bitch, my Glock be talkin’ loud, you gon’ think this hoe got rights (Blah, blah)

Hollows jump like trampoline, make ‘em flip up out they jeans (Boom)
Caught him lackin’, made ‘em freeze, shoulda moved wit’ more esteem (Yeah)
Bitch, we deadly wit’ this beam, red dot turn his shirt maroon (Pow)
Ain't no warnin’, when we slide, we turn that whip into a tomb (Blah)

[Chorus]
Who gon’ slide wit’ me? (Brrra)
Who gon’ ride wit’ me? (Boom)
Who gon’ die for me? (Skrrt)
Bitch, who really outside wit’ me? (Pow, pow)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Outside with Me V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah—uh (Let’s go)
Old soul, new goals, we align (woo)
Catch the bassline slide with the gold in my mind—yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m talkin’ leather seats and street parables (uh)
Vinyl crackle, my stories sound tangible (yeah)
OG lingo, my aura mechanical
Blueprints folded neat—moves mathematical (skrrt)
Talk about balance, I learned it from the drought (yeah)
When you runnin’ outta faith, gotta budget what you count (wooh)
Seen fame turn friends into quiet doubt
But I never let the echo tell me what I’m about (nah)
Cuban links on a poetry night (uh)
I might toast with the ghosts who taught me to write (cheers)
Talk slick, lace quotes like satin and spite
Keep the flow tight as grip on a pen in the fight (pow)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Yeah)—now we up, lights flashin’ like the city breathin’ (breathe)
I’m the reason melodies feel like secret meetings (shh)
Diamonds dancin’ slow-mo, but my pain speedin’ (woo)
Heart bleedin’, still gleamin’, this the new season (let’s ride)

[Chorus]
I’m in my lane, can’t fold no more (no way)
Mix that soul with the trap, let it overflow (yeah)
From the vinyl crackle to the 808’s blow (blow)
This that new-age sermon, hallelujah with the glow (glow)
Say (wooh)—I been grindin’ with no disguise (no disguise)
Say (yeah)—tryna heal what I idolize (uh)
From the pain to the profit, we modernize (modernize)
Trap hymn, I baptize the lows, then rise (rise up)

[Verse 2]
Silk words, steel nerves, that’s my dialect (uh-huh)
Ain’t no luck, just grace that the sky reflect (woo)
Every scar’s like art that the world neglect (yeah)
But I turn 'em to design when I interject (pow)
Dice games turnin’ wisdom to anecdotes (roll it)
I been blendin’ Basquiat thoughts with the Grammy notes (yeah)
Street choir singin’ prayers through a cloud of smoke
Hood gospel, the scripture’s in every quote (amen)
See, I studied the legends, applied the modern tone
Polished every cadence like I’m cuttin’ stone (bling)
Talkin’ real respect, not what’s shown on the phone
I built this aura with pain and a metronome (let’s go)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Yeah) Switch lanes, got the vibe in rotation (rotation)
Grew from a spark to a whole foundation (woo)
Now the drums hit harder than temptation (yeah)
I’m the bridge from the past to the new formation (pow)

[Chorus]
I’m in my lane, can’t fold no more (no way)
Mix that soul with the trap, let it overflow (overflow)
From the vinyl crackle to the 808’s blow (blow)
This that new-age sermon, hallelujah with the glow (hallelujah)
Say (wooh)—I been grindin’ with no disguise (yeah)
Say (yeah)—tryna heal what I idolize (uh)
From the pain to the profit, we modernize (modernize)
Trap hymn, I baptize the lows, then rise (rise up)

[Bridge]
(Yeah) Pour a little prayer in the styrofoam (uh)
Mix it with ambition, watch it hit my dome (pow)
Lost love turned lessons, now I’m in that zone (yeah)
When the world too loud, I just hum my own tone (mmm)

[Verse 3]
I’m what happens when time meets intention (uh)
Golden in my grind, that’s divine intervention (yeah)
You can’t mimic hunger, it’s a real dimension
They see peace, I see pressure—different comprehension (wooh)
I talk slick like an uncle at the dice game (yeah)
Wordplay razor sharp, cuttin’ through the bright flame (pow)
Tory in the hook, but I write pain (uh)
Old school mind, in a new lane—(say my name)

[Pre-Chorus]
Now we up, lights flashin’ like the city breathin’ (breathe)
I’m the reason melodies feel like secret meetings (uh)
Diamonds dancin’ slow-mo, but my pain speedin’ (yeah)
Heart bleedin’, still gleamin’, this the new season (let’s ride)

[Chorus]
...

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah—blend the old with the gold (uh)
Trap hymn, sermon flow, I was told—(woo)
“Keep your soul where the bass can’t fold.”
Yeah… (fade out slow)

Vinyl Crackle [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah — (Wooh) — ayy, ayy (Let’s Go!)
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta blicks — huh (Brrra)
Ayy, slide through with that— (Skrrt skrrt) yeah

[Verse 1]
Pop out with that pressure, heavy metal, we don’t do no talk (Nah)
Diamonds hittin’ like confetti, every step I make they spark (Spark)
I just caught another bag, I treat that shit like it’s a sport (Sport)
I don’t argue, I just flex — bitch, my money do the court (Woo)
She gon’ drop it like confetti when she see me with that pole (Yeah)
Told her “Baby, hold it steady,” ‘cause I’m slidin’ with my bros (Gang)
We ain’t duckin’ nothin’, every opp gon’ meet that beam and glow (Bah-bah!)
If he reachin’ for the chain, we make that niga hit the floor (Boom!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Bands in the safe, nigas talkin’ ‘bout nothin’ (Nothin’)
All that fake love, man, I swear that shit disgusting (Yuck)
I don’t trust a soul — I been up, I been hustlin’ (Up)
Draco in the backseat, whisper like it’s mumblin’ (Grrah-grrah!)

[Chorus]
I pull up (Skrrt), all-black truck — bitch, I’m clean (Clean)
New ice, same gang, same beam (Beam)
Whole hood know I’m built for the scene (Yeah)
If I slide once, that’s a permanent dream (Boom!)
I pull up (Pull up), all-black truck — bitch, I’m mean (Mean)
Talkin’ slick, get wiped off clean (Clean)
She say “You cold,” I say “What you mean?” (What you mean?)
Touch my chest, you gon’ freeze, no heat (Brrr!)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with them switches out (Bah!) — blink once, whole block light out (Pow!)
Got that foreign off the lot, shit so fast, can’t even time out (Skrrt!)
Shorty want the Birkin bag — told her, “Work it out like a hideout” (Yeah)
And I’m good with every plug — they don’t even need no Wi-Fi (Nah)
I been stackin’ blue bills, feel like I just robbed a bank (Bank)
Hit the gas, lane to lane, big body — that’s tank for tank (Tank)
My lil’ bro don’t do no talkin’, he just lift that blick and blank (Grrah!)
We ain’t shootin’ for the leg, we make murals, not complaints (Pow!)

[Bridge]
Whole lotta racks, I’m allergic to broke shit (Achoo!)
She say she love me, but she just love motion (Motion)
Wrist in the water, that’s ocean to ocean (Splash)
Every verse I drop — pure explosion (Boom!)
They ask how I move — confidential (Shh)
I’m presidential, but street official (Yeah)
Keep that stick — no artificial (Nope)
Step too close, it get judicial (Bang!)

[Chorus]
I pull up (Skrrt), all-black truck — bitch, I’m clean (Clean)
New ice, same gang, same beam (Beam)
Whole hood know I’m built for the scene (Yeah)
If I slide once, that’s a permanent dream (Boom!)
I pull up (Pull up), all-black truck — bitch, I’m mean (Mean)
Talkin’ slick, get wiped off clean (Clean)
She say “You cold,” I say “What you mean?” (What you mean?)
Touch my chest, you gon’ freeze, no heat (Brrr!)

[Verse 3]
Switch on auto, we don’t do no semi’s (Nah)
Niggas play foul, we shoot like Benny (Woo)
Hundred on the dash, I ain’t touch no pennies (Skrrt)
Life get loud when the clips get empty (Pow!)
Whole gang eatin’, that’s buffet talk (Buffet)
Money got weight, that’s gym plate talk (Heavy)
Every bitch I touch, that’s wristwatch chalk (Woo)
And every move I make, that’s big dawg walk (Yeah!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Skrrt, skrrt — ayy (Yeah)
Whole lotta chains, whole lotta smoke (Smoke)
Keep it real, no joke — uh (Let’s Go!)
Bitch, I’m colder than a code, that’s froze (Froze)
(PMO Music) — let’s roll (Roll!)

Black Truck [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah—siente el aire, baby (wooh)
Luces, piel, deseo en el ambiente (ey ey)
Club vibra, almas calientes (Let’s go!)
Tócame lento—que el mundo reviente (Pow!)

[Verse 1]
Brillan mis pasos sobre el fuego (uh)
Ritmo profundo, beso en el cuello (yeah)
Sudor y luna, juego del cuerpo (ah)
Miro tus ojos—caigo en tu infierno (wooh)
Silencio que grita, piel que suspira (ey)
Giro mi copa, la noche conspira (yeah yeah)
Caderas hablan—no hay mentiras (no)
Todo se eleva cuando me miras (woah)
Flores líquidas, labios en danza
Luz violeta—mi piel se lanza
No soy promesa, soy energía
Ruge el bajo—pura alquimia (brrra)
Miro mi sombra, se vuelve arte
En cada paso—soy quien parte (ey ey)
No hay destino, solo momento
Tócame el alma—puro movimiento (Pow!)

[Chorus]
Súbele, súbele (ey ey)
Fuego que enciende la piel (wooh)
Tú y yo danzando sin fin (sin fin)
Entre el humo y el placer (yeah yeah)
Súbele, súbele (pow pow!)
Pierde el sentido también (woah)
El mundo calla por mí (por ti)
Y nos quedamos aquí (ey ey)

[Verse 2]
Zij kijkt, ik voel die storm (yeah)
Haar ogen breken elke norm (wooh)
We praten niet, we bewegen snel (snel)
Licht flitst, het voelt als spel (ey)
Haar geur blijft hangen, pure mist (mist)
Ze zegt niks, maar ik weet ze gist (gist)
M’n handen volgen zonder reden (reden)
De nacht breekt open—geen gebeden (nah)
Rotterdam vibe, warme hitte (hitte)
M’n hart tikt wild, ik raak in z’n ritme (ritme)
Ze draait, ze zweeft, pure stijl (stijl)
De beat valt diep, de vloer is zeil (wooh)
Haar lach snijdt zacht door de ruimte (ruimte)
Ik voel haar stem—een vreemde kruimte (ey)
Ze zegt “laat los”—ik doe het blind (blind)
In haar licht verlies ik de wind [Verse 3]
Soy marea, soy huracán (yeah)
Fluyo entre cuerpos sin pensar (wooh)
En mis venas corre el mar (mar)
Ritmo divino—voy a explotar (ey ey)
Toques de fuego sobre mi piel (uh)
Mil universos bajo un hotel (yeah)
El tiempo muere, nace el placer (woah)
Sigo bailando, sigo en papel (brrra)
Mi voz retumba en los cristales
Rompo cadenas, rompo los males (ey)
Miro al DJ—me da señales
Sube el beat—sube los canales (Let’s go!)
Mi alma vuela sin dirección
El mundo gira en mi vibración
Soy el eco de la sed eterna
Una sirena moderna (Pow!)

[Chorus]
Súbele, súbele (ey ey)
Fuego que enciende la piel (wooh)
Tú y yo danzando sin fin (sin fin)
Entre el humo y el placer (yeah yeah)
Súbele, súbele (pow pow!)
Pierde el sentido también (woah)
El mundo calla por mí (por ti)
Y nos quedamos aquí (ey ey)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah—siente el alma, baby (wooh)
Vibras cruzadas—la noche me llama (ah)
Cierro los ojos, vuelvo a la trama
Reggaetón místico—pura llama (Pow!)

Súbele (Let It Burn) [Prod. PMO Music]

Check out V1 over here:
https://soundcloud.com/pmo-music-ofc/rasputa-prod-pmo-music

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music, yeah, yeah!)
(Ayy, bitch, what?)
(Brr! Brr! Pow!)
(RASPUTA, bitch! Let’s go!)

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I’m slidin’ with that Draco, leave him twitchin’ (bitch!)
Nigga talkin’ reckless, now he floatin’, no magician (pow!)
Choppa get to singin’, sound like church, it need a mission (whoo!)
Pockets hella fat, all my hunnids got a vision (bands!)

Switches on them Glocks, we turn his mansion to a ghost house (grrt!)
Bitch, I'm pullin' up, black truck, like the Pope out (skrrt!)
Nigga tried to flex, now his body lookin' froze now (brr!)
Caught him out in traffic, left his whip with all the doors out (pow!)

[Pre-Chorus]
I just hit a stain, money longer than a sermon (whoo!)
Bitch, I keep a heater, but my wrist is steady burnin’ (ice!)
Hundred round drum, turn his block into a furnace (brr!)
Took his main ho, now his pockets lookin’ nervous (lame!)

[Chorus]
(Ayy, what? Ayy, what?)
Bitch, I keep that stick like Rasputa (bitch!)
Nigga talk crazy, we shoot ya (pow!)
Hundred round chopper like a ruler (brr!)
Now his whole gang in confusion (whoo!)

(Ayy, what? Ayy, what?)
Bitch, I keep that stick like Rasputa (brra!)
Nigga talk crazy, we shoot ya (pow!)
Hundred round chopper like a ruler (grrt!)
Now his whole gang in confusion (flip!)

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I’m in the trenches, still ballin’ like a MVP (swish!)
Nigga talkin’ crazy, leave his body where the sewers be (bitch!)
Rollie on my wrist, presidential, ain't no foolin’ me (ice!)
Bitch, I keep that stick, make ‘em dance like a Jubilee (whoo!)

Hunnid in the stash spot, double that, go flip it back (flip!)
Pulled up to the club, twenty bottles, yeah, that’s facts (whoo!)
Bitch, my Glock a teacher, it’ll show you where you lack (pow!)
Took his ho to Bali, now he cryin', that’s a wrap (brra!)

[Pre-Chorus]
I just hit a stain, money longer than a sermon (whoo!)
Bitch, I keep a heater, but my wrist is steady burnin’ (ice!)
Hundred round drum, turn his block into a furnace (brr!)
Took his main ho, now his pockets lookin’ nervous (lame!)

[Chorus]
(Ayy, what? Ayy, what?)
Bitch, I keep that stick like Rasputa (bitch!)
Nigga talk crazy, we shoot ya (pow!)
Hundred round chopper like a ruler (brr!)
Now his whole gang in confusion (whoo!)

(Ayy, what? Ayy, what?)
Bitch, I keep that stick like Rasputa (brra!)
Nigga talk crazy, we shoot ya (pow!)
Hundred round chopper like a ruler (grrt!)
Now his whole gang in confusion (flip!)

[Verse 3]
Bitch, my wrist is frozen, got more ice than a bobsled (ice!)
Nigga talkin’ down, we gon’ send ‘em where the gods at (pow!)
Bitch, I keep a MAC, it ain’t Apple but it combat (grrt!)
Pulled up in the Wraith, doors open like a contract (whoo!)

Bitch, I’m makin’ plays, got my shooters on a pivot (brra!)
Told her send the drop, then we spin, it ain't no limit (whoo!)
You ain't gettin’ money, lil’ nigga, why you timid? (huh?)
Hundred in the drum, let it rock until it finish (brr!)

[Bridge]
Bitch, I move militant, nigga I ain't lackin’ (nope!)
Hundred in the safe, bitch, I’m really out

RASPUTA V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah—(Wooh)
Heh, ayy, ayy, ayy (Let’s go)
I talk to my stick like it’s therapy (Pow)
Whole block move when I breathe heavy (Skrrt—yeah)

[Chorus]
Why these niggas postin' like they hard? (Hard)
They microwave beef, I’m cookin’ large (Cook it)
Why your chain blink like it’s on charge? (Charge!)
Boy, that ain't no flex, that’s just fraud (Fraud—wooh)
I turn them memes into some scars (Brrrra!)
Turn a tweet into a boulevard (Slide!)
I talk abstract, but I’m street smart (Smart)
Prayin’ to my beam like it’s God—yeah (Beam talk!)

[Verse 1]
I read the trap like it’s art class (Art)
Color the opps red, no hall pass (Splash)
He talk slick, got jaw glass (Clack)
I don’t shoot twice—nah, I broadcast (Click—yeah)
Used to bag zips in my mom’s vase (Ha!)
Now I stack bands in my hard case (Cash)
Told shorty, “You cute,” she said, “Wrong face” (Damn)
I’m too high—confused my plug with my court case (Yeah, yeah)
I’m laughin' in pain like a meme page (Meme!)
Stick talk sound like a beat change (Boom boom!)
He flexed his rent like it’s free range (Free!)
Now he duckin' birds, that’s a street game (Duck!)

(Yeah, yeah—let’s go!)
I’m paintin' the scene with a hollow tip (Brush!)
Designer smell like apocalypse (Pow!)
My wrist froze—anthropologist (Ice!)
My block deep, anthropologic shit (Gang!)
Weird art, but the blood pure (Pure)
You text “where?” I text “secured” (Yeah)
I do math with the pack, that’s obscure (Obscure)
Add it up—subtract who unsure (Woooh!)

[Chorus]
Why these niggas postin' like they hard? (Hard)
They microwave beef, I’m cookin’ large (Cook it)
Why your chain blink like it’s on charge? (Charge!)
Boy, that ain't no flex, that’s just fraud (Fraud—wooh)
I turn them memes into some scars (Brrrra!)
Turn a tweet into a boulevard (Slide!)
I talk abstract, but I’m street smart (Smart)
Prayin’ to my beam like it’s God—yeah (Beam talk!)

[Verse 2]
So much drip that it clogged the drain (Splash!)
So much aim that it curved the frame (Bow!)
So much slang that it birthed a name (Yeah)
They say I’m weird, but I earn my lane (Earn it!)
My plug do yoga with the vacuum seal (Stretch)
He balance weight, that’s a real skill (Real)
He told me calm down, I said, “Chill?” (Chill?)
Then I blinked once and the pot spilled (Damn)

Nigga said he slide, but he Uber pooled (He did)
I just laugh—gang think that’s cruel (Ha!)
My blick got manners, it say “excuse” (Pop!)
Right before it teach a quick rule (Brrrra!)
Nigga wear cap like graduation day (Yeah)
Still can’t pass where I navigate (Nah)
Talkin' Picasso, I illustrate (Bang)
Put your crew in a still frame, annotate (Click!)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah—let’s go!)
I’m abstract, but I’m active too (Uh huh)
I paint bars in the avenue (Drip)
Got a Glock like it’s camera view (Flash)
Say “cheese,” he freeze, that’s gratitude (Freeze up!)
Every bar coded, barcode—wooh (Scan it)
Plug text me: “art sold”—true (Facts)
They study my flow like a lost scroll (Scroll)
My stick the brush—your face the wall (Bang!)

[Chorus]
Why these niggas postin' like they hard? (Hard)
They microwave beef, I’m cookin’ large (Cook it)
Why your chain blink like it’s on charge? (Charge!)
Boy, that ain't no flex, that’s just fraud (Fraud—wooh)
I turn them memes into some scars (Brrrra!)
Turn a tweet into a boulevard (Slide!)
I talk abstract, but I’m street smart (Smart)
Prayin’ to my beam like it’s God—yeah (Beam talk!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah—(Skrrt!)
I pray to the paint and the pistol (Pistol)
I laugh at the beef, it’s official (Ha!)
Art in the trap, that’s a visual (Yeah)
Abstract but I’m still criminal (Still!)
(Gang—Wooh—Yeah)

Beam Talk [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, yeah, uh (woah)
Haha, you know what it is (uh-huh)
Lil’ wave, lil’ ice, lil’ joke (yeah, yeah)
I’m not flexin’, I’m educating—economics, baby (hah)
Let's go!

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, my bros stay on go, oh (skrrt)
I just pulled up in that glow, oh (shine)
Yeah, my neck like a snow globe, oh (bling)
She said “boy you changed” — I said “I know, oh” (haha)
Hop off the jet then I pose, oh (woah)
Used to be small, now I grow, oh (yeah, yeah)
My team too tight, we don’t fold, oh
All of my nigas stay bold, oh (brrah)

[Verse 1]
I get the bag, no delay (nah)
She call me “bae,” I say “okay” (yeah)
Drip look like it need a valet (drip, drip)
I walk in — DJ press replay (woo)
Mixin’ my soda with something expensive (huh)
Wrist talk back like it’s too defensive (shh)
Lil’ Mosey type chill with a smile so offensive (ayy)
Money too loud, now the room all extensive (pow)
She like my jokes, say I’m “playa-n-smart” (haha)
She wanna cuff but I’m breakin’ hearts (nah)
Walk in the mall, turn it to an art (drip)
Told her “I’m broke,” but that’s just the start (cap)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Yeah, yeah) They don’t get me (nah)
(What?) Too wavy, jet-ski (splash)
(Yeah!) My fit cost ten G’s (woo)
But I’m still eatin’ Wendy’s (haha, yeah)

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, my bros stay on go, oh (skrrt)
I just pulled up in that glow, oh (shine)
Yeah, my neck like a snow globe, oh (bling)
She said “boy you changed” — I said “I know, oh” (haha)
Hop off the jet then I pose, oh (woah)
Used to be small, now I grow, oh (yeah, yeah)
My team too tight, we don’t fold, oh
All of my nigas stay bold, oh (brrah)

[Verse 2]
(Yeah) Smile on my face but my bank look serious (uh)
Shawty want me ‘cause my vibe mysterious (huh)
They be askin’ “bro how you so curious?” (how?)
Told ‘em “Google me, it’s luxurious” (search me)
Steppin’ out clean like detergent (fresh)
My wave so deep, need a permit (dive)
Call me lil’ Tecca with a sermon (facts)
Money got layers like a turban (woah)
You flex for likes, I flex for rent (uh-huh)
Whole fit cost what your check meant (uh)
She say “damn you arrogant” (yeah)
I say “nah girl, I’m confident” (let’s go)

[Bridge]
(Haha) I’m laughin’ to the bank, it’s a sitcom (sitcom)
They talk numbers, but I just get some (get some)
All these zeros feel like kingdom come (come)
Pop champagne — oops, that’s a hiccup (hiccup, woah)

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, my bros stay on go, oh (skrrt)
I just pulled up in that glow, oh (shine)
Yeah, my neck like a snow globe, oh (bling)
She said “boy you changed” — I said “I know, oh” (haha)
Hop off the jet then I pose, oh (pose)
Used to be small, now I grow, oh (yeah, yeah)
My team too tight, we don’t fold, oh
All of my nigas stay bold, oh (pow)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, we laughin’ all the way up (haha)
No stress, just checks, baby (woo)
Lil’ wave, lil’ flex, lil’ joke (yeah)
You know how we go — oh, oh (oh)

ON GO [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Slatt, yeah (Woo)
Slide through, paint drippin’ lime (YSL)
Haha, it’s a light day (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Pull-up in GLE slime (Skrrt)
That’s a lil’ different from bikes (Nah)
You do that post for them likes (Cap)
I do that shit for my stripes (Facts)
Ain’t no discount on vibes (Nah)
All of my racks in disguise (Ha)
She say she love me for height (What?)
I told her, nah, for the ice (Bling)
She got a crush on my sprite (Woo)
That purple thicker than lies (Yeah)
I pour it twice in the night (Sluuurp)
My drip got manners, it’s polite (Haha)

[Pre-Chorus]
Pull-up cleaner than tide (Fresh)
Who do it meaner than slime? (Nobody)
I see your shorty online (Damn)
That’s a lil’ tragic for guy (Brrra)
But that’s romantic for I (Haha)

[Chorus]
Pull-up more fluent than Thugga (Slatt)
Dress code: puddle, I’m flooded (Drip)
Cash talk, stutter, it’s stuttin’ (What)
Neck so cold, need a oven (Brrr)
Pull-up more fluent than Thugga (Yeah)
Dress code: puddle, I’m flooded (Splash)
Cash talk, stutter, it’s stuttin’ (Ayy)
Neck so cold, need a oven (Woo)

[Verse 2]
Fly, plane mode (Skrrt)
VVS, moonstone (Shine)
My chain swing bilingual (Hola)
Talk Dutch when I fly home (Haha)
My plug look like Post Malone (Yeah)
My phone sound like saxophone (Brrra)
My bitch think she Sharon Stone (Woo)
She ice cold, silicone (Damn)
YSL slime in the zone (Slatt)
Mix Dior with cologne (Drip)
You shop online with coupons (What?)
I shop with two phones (Flex)

[Bridge]
Money stretch, Laffy Taffy (Woo)
She call me daddy, not pappy (Haha)
I’m with twin in the Caddy (Slide)
We too slime for the family (Slatt)
Eat steak, still use a spork (Haha)
I mix the rich with the poor (Yeah)
Balmain jeans on the floor (Skrrt)
She said “You childish,” I snore (Zzz)

[Pre-Chorus]
Pull-up cleaner than tide (Yeah)
Who do it meaner than slime? (Nobody)
I see your shorty online (Damn)
That’s a lil’ tragic for guy (Brrra)
But that’s romantic for I (Haha)

[Chorus]
Pull-up more fluent than Thugga (Slatt)
Dress code: puddle, I’m flooded (Splash)
Cash talk, stutter, it’s stuttin’ (Yeah)
Neck so cold, need a oven (Woo)
Pull-up more fluent than Thugga (Slime)
Dress code: puddle, I’m flooded (Flooded)
Cash talk, stutter, it’s stuttin’ (Haha)
Neck so cold, need a oven (Brrr)

[Verse 3]
Off-white couch, I recline (Yeah)
She said “You toxic,” I sign (Okay)
I’m just a product of shine (Flex)
Chrome on my heart, not kind (Nah)
Pop out the roof, that’s divine (Skrrt)
I’m still allergic to lines (Facts)
These boys rehearsin’ they rhymes (Haha)
I freestyle meals with the slime (Woo)
Mix up the flow like gumbo (Yeah)
Don’t need a chain, my glow show (Bright)
Cartier lens in slow-mo (Flex)
I move like time on promo (Brrra)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Pull-up more fluent than Thugga (Slatt)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Haha)
Who do it meaner than slime? (Nobody)
Slide, slide (Woo)
YSL energy—(BRrrra)—Forever (Slime Talk)

Plane Mode [Prod. PMO Music]

Check Out V1 over Here:
https://soundcloud.com/pmo-music-ofc/another-one-prod-pmo-music

Check Out V2 over Here:
https://soundcloud.com/pmo-music-ofc/another-one-v2-prod-pmo-music

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Yeah) (PMO Music)
Ey, ey, ey (Let's go)
(Whoa) (Yeah, yeah)
Big vibes only, no stress, we up (woo)
Balmain on me, I just doubled the cup (sip)
She wanna slide, but the stars in the truck (skrrt)
We don’t do fake, only real ones with us (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Clap, clap, she gonna clap it when I rap (clap)
Cartier frames while I’m countin’ this stack (stack)
Givenchy the fit, I ain’t never gon’ lack (nah)
Hop out the Ghost, see the stars in the back (woah)
She wanna vibe, said she love how I move (move)
Chanel on her bag, and her attitude rude (rude)
Balenci' the kicks, they matchin’ the mood (mood)
We don’t do basic, we break every rule (yeah)
Louis the scent when I walk through the room (woo)
Shorty a flower that bloomed in the gloom (bloom)
Came with her friend, now they both wanna zoom (zoom)
Jet to Ibiza, we leavin’ by noon (skrrt)

[Pre-Chorus]
All of this ice on me cold (brrr)
Shorty gon’ dance on the pole (woah)
Money keep fallin’, it fold (fold)
I never settle, I go (yeah)
Hop in that Bentley, recline (skrrt)
I told her, “You fine, you mine” (mine)
She sippin’ that Ace with lime (lime)
We livin’ that life so prime (let’s go)

[Chorus]
Shorty too fine, I might need me another one (another one)
Poppin’ that Rose’, we don’t care, we just havin’ fun (yeah)
Hop out in Prada, I’m shinin’ like under sun (bling)
Flexin’ in Fendi, they know I’m the chosen one (woah)
Drip like a ocean, I flood it up, flood it up (flooded up)
Stackin’ these racks, then I double up, double up (double up)
Shorty get loose when the bottle up, bottle up (yeah)
Hop in the Urus and I speed it up, speed it up (skrrt)

[Verse 2]
Saint Laurent linen, I’m light on the breeze (breeze)
Shorty wear Hermès, she move how she please (please)
Versace the frame, make it hard just to tease (yeah)
She whisper my name while I’m countin’ them Gs (woah)
Pull out that Amiri, it stick to the thigh (thigh)
Racks in my hand, I don’t even know why (nah)
Ferragamo scent, got her look in my eye (look)
She said she feel love, I said, “Girl, it’s the vibe” (vibe)
We in the skybox, toastin’ to life (cheers)
Poppin’ that Veuve, ain’t no stress, no strife (nah)
Celine on her waist, Dior on the side (side)
We just too lit, can’t tone down the high (woo)

[Pre-Chorus]
I just need checks, checks (checks)
She in the Lex’, Lex’ (Lex’)
We in the jets, jets (jets)
She love the flex, flex (flex)
Cuban chain swingin’ on froze (froze)
LV bag matchin’ her toes (toes)
Don’t gotta talk, they know (know)
Everywhere we go — it glows (let’s go)

[Chorus]
Shorty too fine, I might need me another one (another one)
Poppin’ that Rose’, we don’t care, we just havin’ fun (yeah)
Hop out in Prada, I’m shinin’ like under sun (bling)
Flexin’ in Fendi, they know I’m the chosen one (woah)
Drip like a ocean, I flood it up, flood it up (flooded up)
Stackin’ these racks, then I double up, double up (double up)
Shorty get loose when the bottle up, bottle up (yeah)
Hop in the Urus and I speed it up, speed it up (skrrt)



Another One (Remake) [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Okay, that’s that pressure—dial it up, go past eleven (woah!)
They was sleepin’, had to wake ‘em, no more snooze at 7 (wake up!)
I don’t chase, I just replace, my wins got no exceptions (nah!)
They see growth inside my pockets, now they beggin’ for connections (cut it!)
I been stackin’—not a habit, it’s a work of art (art!)
Put the frame around my name, let ‘em play their part (picture that!)
Told the jeweler, “Make it dance,” now it glow in dark (whoo!)
They was talkin’ crazy, now they need a new remark (switch it!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, I can feel the vibe, it’s a masterpiece (yeah!)
I been movin’ through the noise like a silent breeze (whoosh!)
Took my time, let ‘em laugh, now they envy me (envy!)
Put the pedal to the floor, I don’t ever ease (skrrt!)

[Chorus]
I just ran it up, like the rent was due (whoo!)
Told ‘em check the time, sky sittin’ on the jewels (bling!)
Every time I move, make the whole room groove (move!)
If you talkin’ digits, then you talkin’ my mood (let’s talk!)
I was in the cut, now I’m deep in the view (zoom!)
See the numbers climb like they fightin’ for a room (facts!)
Nigas in the back tryna steal my moves (watch out!)
But the way I cook, they could never match the stew (chef!)

[Verse 2]
Run it like a relay, never takin’ pit stops (zoom!)
I been buildin’ different, every brick is tip-top (stack!)
They was throwin’ pebbles, now they see the big rocks (shine!)
Movin’ with precision, had to keep my wrist locked (whoo!)
I don’t take a loss, I just learn and reapply (facts!)
Had to trim the branches, now the money multiplies (grow!)
Every time I talk, hear the echoes in the sky (who dat?)
They was movin’ slow, left ‘em starin’ from behind (bye!)

[Bridge]
(Yeah) Money stretchin’ out like a limousine (long!)
(Talk) Ain’t no cappin’ here, this reality (real life!)
(Drip) Every move I make like a masterpiece (paint that!)
Told ‘em I was next, now they mad at me (stay mad!)

[Chorus]
I just ran it up, like the rent was due (whoo!)
Told ‘em check the time, sky sittin’ on the jewels (bling!)
Every time I move, make the whole room groove (move!)
If you talkin’ digits, then you talkin’ my mood (let’s talk!)
I was in the cut, now I’m deep in the view (zoom!)
See the numbers climb like they fightin’ for a room (facts!)
Nigas in the back tryna steal my moves (watch out!)
But the way I cook, they could never match the stew (chef!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Ran It Up [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah—(Wooh)
Encendemos la arena, fuego y cadena (ey)
Baila morena, mueve sin pena (Pow)
El beat suena árabe, la pista condena (Yeah yeah)
To’ el mundo grita—¡YA!—cuando suena

[Chorus]
Mueve lento, sube el fuego (ey)
Mírame así, que me quemo (uh)
Tócame suave, yo me entrego (yah)
Que esta noche rompemos el suelo (wooh)
Lento—(Lento)—pero con veneno
Suelta el cuerpo, no hay freno (yeah)
Siente el bajo, rompe el hielo (ey)
Que este ritmo no tiene consuelo (wooh)

[Verse 1]
Estoy prendido, ritmo asesino (brrra)
Tumba el bajo, que suene latino (Pow)
Sheikh vibes, oro fino (ey)
Fumando shisha con vino (yeah yeah)
Yo no fallo, flow divino
Luz en la arena, brillo genuino (uh)
La morena se mueve asesina
Dice mi nombre—¡Y camina! (Let’s go!)

Dale mami, súbete encima (wooh)
Tócate lento, no hay disciplina (yeah)
Mira cómo vibra la tarima
La calle suena, pura gasolina (Pow pow)
No hay quien me frene, soy tsunami
Con mi ganga, llego al party (uh)
Luces doradas, flow Armani (yeah)
Tú y yo bailando—haram, mami (brraaa)

[Chorus]
Mueve lento, sube el fuego (ey)
Mírame así, que me quemo (uh)
Tócame suave, yo me entrego (yah)
Que esta noche rompemos el suelo (wooh)
Lento—(Lento)—pero con veneno
Suelta el cuerpo, no hay freno (yeah)
Siente el bajo, rompe el hielo (ey)
Que este ritmo no tiene consuelo (wooh)

[Verse 2]
(Yeah yeah)
Zeg, wie wil me testen (huh)
Flow is heet net woestijn, geen lessen (woah)
Ik draai shows, die stacks aan ’t blessen (ey)
We vliegen hoog, jij stressen (nah)
Draco bij m’n broeders, wij flexen (Pow)
Trap in Dubai, wij checken (skrrt)
M’n shawty danst, die dress net flessen
En ik drop bars, laat nigas zweten (wooh)

Ey, money fast net Meep-Meep (yeah)
Achter m’n doel als ik deep sleep (brrr)
Zand in m’n chain, maar ik shine diep (shine)
Die beat is vuur, ik blaas die (Pow pow)
Iedereen los, geen rem (nah)
M’n stijl gaat hard, systeem (yeah)
Bellydance met gangstem (wooh)
Laat die bass knallen, amen (Yah yah)

[Chorus]
Mueve lento, sube el fuego (ey)
Mírame así, que me quemo (uh)
Tócame suave, yo me entrego (yah)
Que esta noche rompemos el suelo (wooh)
Lento—(Lento)—pero con veneno
Suelta el cuerpo, no hay freno (yeah)
Siente el bajo, rompe el hielo (ey)
Que este ritmo no tiene consuelo (wooh)

[Bridge]
(Ey ey)
Desde el norte hasta el sur (brra)
Siente el calor, siente la luz (yeah)
Ella mueve como un sultán (uh)
Yo le canto como un imán (Pow)
(Yeah yeah)
Dale más, no pares aún (nah)
Esta noche no tiene fin (uh)
Fuego, cuerpo, ritmo y gin (Wooh)

[Verse 3]
Sube la marea, vibra global (ey)
Trap y reggaetón en ritual (Pow)
Zafiros, arena, suena letal (brrra)
Mi flow sagrado, suena halal (yeah yeah)
Giro la hookah, nubes del cielo (wooh)
Mami baila, rompe el suelo (yeah)
No somos santos, somos veneno (uh)
De Madrid a Beirut, sueno (Pow)

Luz de luna, mirada fiera
Sudor y ritmo en la frontera
Bajo rojo, piel de seda
Energía pura, sin bandera (wooh)
El beat me lleva, sin regreso
Fuego lento, puro exceso (yeah)
Tú y yo—el universo (yah)
Dale mami, rompe el verso (BRRRRRA)

[Chorus]
Mueve lento, sube el fuego (ey)
Mírame así, que me quemo (uh)
Tócame suave, yo me entrego (yah)
Que esta noche rompemos el suelo (wooh)
Lento—(Lento)—pero con veneno
Suelta el cuerpo, no hay freno (yeah)
Siente el bajo, rompe el hielo (ey)
Que este ritmo no tiene consuelo (wooh)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah—bajo el sol y las luces (ey)
Todo el mundo vibra, nadie se luce (nah)
Desde Rotterdam hasta Rabat (Pow)
Esto no para—jamás (yeah yeah)

Fuego del Desierto [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Chorus]
I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout you all night, baby,
Feelin’ like I need you right now, lately,
Don’t say a word, just come through,
We don’t need nothin’ but me and you.

[Verse 1]
We got history, no lie,
Every time I see you, I get high,
Caught up in your vibe, you know you’re mine,
But somehow we just run outta time.

I’m here tryna make it right,
Tell me you gon' stay tonight,
No need to rush, we’ll take it slow,
Let me love you, let it flow.

[Chorus]
I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout you all night, baby,
Feelin’ like I need you right now, lately,
Don’t say a word, just come through,
We don’t need nothin’ but me and you.

[Verse 2]
I know we’ve been back and forth,
But you always been my north,
The way you move, it’s like a dream,
You and me, the perfect team.

I’ll take you places you ain’t seen,
Paint you pictures so serene,
We could write a story all our own,
Let me show you, you’re my home.

[Bridge]
And when the lights go low,
You know just where to go,
Right here with me, I’ll set the mood,
Ain’t no rush, we’re in the groove.

[Chorus]
I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout you all night, baby,
Feelin’ like I need you right now, lately,
Don’t say a word, just come through,
We don’t need nothin’ but me and you.

[Outro]
You and me, all night long,
Feelin’ right where we belong,
Let the world fade away,
You’re the one, you’re my escape.


All Night V3 [Prod. PMO Music]

Beat by 2wawe:
https://soundcloud.com/siqmen-895011768
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Lyrics: 

[Intro]
(This that 2wawe pressure!)
Yeah (Woooh), I'm floatin’ through this skyline, digital in my mind (Yeah)
Neon in my veins, diamonds blinkin’ in time (Skrrt)
Bass hit—(Boom)—I slide, can’t rewind (Nope)
Code in the flow, AI in the grind (Let’s Go!)
(2wawe run that shit up yo)

[Verse 1]
Waveform drippin’, I surf on the static (Woah)
Light beams bend when I move automatic (Brrra)
Press that button, new world, cinematic (Yeah)
They talk chrome hearts, but my soul metallic (Sheesh)
I’m in the loop, no human—just patterns (Patterns)
Glass house tinted, reflections shatterin’ (Crack!)
That Blicky sound digital, glitch when it scatterin’ (Blick)
Money talk binary, zeros flatterin’ (Haha, yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Synthed out feelin’, I’m lost in the bass (Lost in the bass)
My chain too loud, can’t keep it in place (Wooh)
These lights don’t blink, they code in my face (Face)
I’m driftin’ off tempo—no trace, (No trace, yeah)

[Chorus]
Spaceship vision, can’t see me slide (Slide)
Bassline heavy, it move the sky (Sky)
Whole block digital, chrome outside (Chrome)
Energy infinite—can’t die (Can’t die, nah)
(Wooh) Pop that seal, no limit, I fly (Fly)
She glow like synths, all bright in her eyes (Eyes)
I talk through waves, no talkin’ lies (Nah)
I bend that sound, Future in my vibe (My vibe, yeah)

[Verse 2]
(2Wave)
Pixel in my cup, I sip in design (Sip, sip)
Bassline chasin’ me, I’m outrunnin’ time (Zoom)
Still in my zone, 3 A.M. prime (Prime)
Draco pulse, neon in the line (Pow)
Chain look holographic, move in code (Code)
I press start—new realm, upload (Upload)
Got my ice like data—overflow (Flow)
If it glitch too hard, then the world explode (Boom!)
I’m in that trap where the synths don’t sleep (Nah)
808s kick, heart skip—too deep (Too deep)
Money in the waveform, secrets I keep (Keep)
Slide in the dark—no street, just beat (Beat, yeah)

[Bridge]
(Pause)
Soundwave walkin’, bassline stalkin’ (Wooh)
I talk in loops, these beats keep talkin’ (Yeah)
Light flick—beam split, mind unlockin’ (Unlockin’)
Binary dreams, I drip when I’m walkin’ (Drip)
Everything coded, the streets still glow (Glow)
No chords, just motion, the synths all flow (Flow)
I’m powered by pressure, the data gon’ show (Show)
If they play with the gang, that chip might blow (Brrra, boom!)

[Chorus]
Spaceship vision, can’t see me slide (Slide)
Bassline heavy, it move the sky (Sky)
Whole block digital, chrome outside (Chrome)
Energy infinite—can’t die (Can’t die, nah)
(Wooh) Pop that seal, no limit, I fly (Fly)
She glow like synths, all bright in her eyes (Eyes)
I talk through waves, no talkin’ lies (Nah)
I bend that sound, Future in my vibe (Vibe, yeah)

[Outro]
Wave fade slow, I’m still in the climb (Still in the climb)
Glow in the dark—my soul online (Yeah)
Trap through the wires, no signs, no lines (Nah)
Just bass, just shine—(Wooh)—divine (Divine, yeah)

Future In My Vibe [Prod. 2wawe]

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[Intro]
(This that 2wawe pressure!)
Yeah (Brrra)
Yeah (Wooh)

[Verse 1]
Pop out the wraith, I’m bendin’ the sky (Yeah)
Beam on my hat, I’m seein’ through lies (Skrrt)
Mixin’ that sprite with a potion, I’m fly (Woah)
Carti type bounce, my aura too high (Slatt)
VVS talkin’—they gossip a lot (Huh)
I’m laughin’ to racks, they punchin’ the clock (Haha)
Whip got no key, it teleport spots (Zoom)
I walk like a glitch, I’m bendin’ the block (Yeah)
Draco sing lullabies, hush to the opps (Shh)
Ice on my wrist, that’s frost on the crops (Freeze)
Mixin’ that tech with a cosmic drop (Woah)
Wrist lookin’ like a strobe when the world just stop (Blink)

Slide with the Bands, dance like it’s sentient (Yeah)
Whole lotta YN’s, whole lotta tension (Woo)
Money stretch long like a bad suspension (Haha)
Laughin’ at the hate, needa new dimension (Skrrt)
Caught me on the roof talkin’ business with pigeons (What?)
That’s code for the trap, no cap, just visions (Facts)
Pull up in the night, no sound, no friction (Shh)
Talk too loud, that beam make decisions (Pow)

[Pre-Chorus]
Floatin’ in the coupe like I’m dreamin’ again (Dreamin’)
Smokin’ out the pain, now I’m seein’ my twin (Twin!)
Double my cup, that’s a mirror within (Woah)
Trap sound holy but it came from sin (Yeah!)

[Chorus]
Blast off—2wave pressure (Let’s go!)
Money in the safe, can’t measure (Nah)
Beam on the pole, that’s pleasure (Brrra)
Whole lotta smoke, that’s leisure (Woo)
Drip too loud, that’s pressure (Slatt)
Laugh too hard, that’s treasure (Haha)
Blick in the bag, no lecture (Pow)
Life too wild, that’s texture (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I’m laughin’ at the world from a different time zone (Haha)
Talkin’ to my fit, “You cold like a stone” (Ice)
Plug talk sweet, but his tone too grown (Uh)
So I switched my sim and I changed my phone (Yeah)
Glock got a laser, it point to the throne (Beam)
YN’s in the back just scrollin’ through bones (Woo)
Pockets got depth, can’t fit no loan (Nah)
I’m rich in silence—broke talk groan (Huh)

Hop in the track, it warp like static (Skrrt)
My flow too manic, my thoughts cinematic (Yeah)
Paint my whip black, but the soul all graphic (Drip)
I laugh at the ops, they glitch in traffic (Haha)
Moonwalk steppin’—Balenci’ elastic (Moonwalk)
Vibe too sharp, might cut through fabric (Slice)
I don’t do drama, just matrix magic (Nope)
Whole lotta drip, that’s tragic (Splash)

[Bridge]
Yeah (Yeah), I move like a myth in a function (Wooh)
Beam on the Blick, that assumption (Pow)
Mixin’ codeine with the gumption (Sip)
My life like a film with no junction (Cut)
Whole lotta noise, but I love that thunder (Yeah)
Flash from the wrist, that’s summer (Blink)
Carti-type bounce, no blunder (Woo)
This that 2wave, don’t wonder (Slatt)

[Chorus]
Blast off—2wave pressure (Yeah)
Money in the safe, can’t measure (Nah)
Beam on the pole, that’s pleasure (Brrra)
Whole lotta smoke, that’s leisure (Woo)
Drip too loud, that’s pressure (Slatt)
Laugh too hard, that’s treasure (Haha)
Blick in the bag, no lecture (Pow)
Life too wild, that’s texture (Yeah)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Wooh)
I laugh at the hate—too clever (Haha)
Moonlight talk, that’s tether (Yeah)
Two-tone Blick, that’s weather (Pow)
This that 2wave pressure—forever (Brrra)

2 Wave Pressure [Prod. 2wawe X PMO]

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