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 [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(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)

Diamond Fangs [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
Let’s Go!

[Chorus]
I got racks up in my pockets, bitch, my money do a flip (Flip!)
Nigga talkin’ crazy, we gon’ pull up with a stick (Brrra!)
I ain't servin’ samples, bitch, you buy it or you dip (Wooh!)
Call my plug, he ship it quick, I make it double, then I dip (Let’s go!)
Trap jumpin’, I got J’s at the door (Uh)
Got good dope, they keep beggin’ for more (For real!)
You fell off ‘cause yo’ trap movin’ slow (Bitch)
I get it gone, bitch, I get it for the low (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1]
Fuck a job, I make a band before the sun hit (Wooh!)
Pull up with a big Glock, got a drum in it (Pow!)
All my niggas trappin’, we be runnin’ up them digits (Digits!)
How you talkin’ money, bitch, you flexin’ rental civics? (Hah!)
Hunnid round clip, fuck a fade, we don’t box (Uh-uh!)
Nigga talkin’ wild, put a beam on his top (Brrra!)
Dope so strong, made a fiend do a hop (Hop!)
Countin’ up racks, rubber bands on the knots (Yeah!)

Told my mama I ain't workin’ shit, I’m servin’ fiends (What?)
Made a hunnid off a play before I turned sixteen (Ayy!)
I been posted on the block, servin’ out the limousine (Skrrt!)
We don’t beef online, bitch, we pull up on the scene (Pow!)
I just got a load in, gotta move it fast (Uh)
Bitch, my money flippin’ like a gymnast on they ass (Yeah!)
If the feds watchin’, then I'm switchin’ up the stash (Bitch)
Tryna run off with a pack, leave a nigga in the past (Gone!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, my wrist on froze, I might need a fur coat (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm plugged in like I’m workin’ with the Pope (Let’s go!)
We don't do no fronts, cash only, that’s the quote (Bitch)
If you try to short the pack, then we turn you to a ghost (Brrra!)

[Chorus]
I got racks up in my pockets, bitch, my money do a flip (Flip!)
Nigga talkin’ crazy, we gon’ pull up with a stick (Brrra!)
I ain't servin’ samples, bitch, you buy it or you dip (Wooh!)
Call my plug, he ship it quick, I make it double, then I dip (Let’s go!)
Trap jumpin’, I got J’s at the door (Uh)
Got good dope, they keep beggin’ for more (For real!)
You fell off ‘cause yo’ trap movin’ slow (Bitch)
I get it gone, bitch, I get it for the low (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]
(Yeah!) Niggas talkin’ shit but they ain't never seen a load (Huh?)
I just copped a Rollie, now my wrist look like it snowed (Ice!)
Call my nigga Migo, told him “send ‘em by the boat” (Skrrt!)
If you reach inside my pockets, you gon’ see a hunnid notes (Wooh!)

Bitch, I pull up like a scammer, gettin’ bands in my sleep (Sleep!)
If that bitch ain’t talkin’ money, she get blocked, she get delete (Blocked!)
I ain't gotta say a word, my pockets talk, my pockets speak (Bitch!)
All this ice around my neck, you would think my shit a rink (Let’s go!)

I been grindin’ all day, tryna triple up the load (Load!)
Nigga play, he disappear, we gon’ send him up the road (Pow!)
Keep a chopper with a beam, bitch, my clip extra long (Uh!)
If he movin’ like a snake, then we cuttin’ off his dome (Yeah!)

Trap Olympic [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music!)
Ooh, woah (Yeah)
Soo, woah (Let’s go)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Bow!)

[Chorus]
Touchdown, penthouse, view like satellites (Woo!)
New chain, all ice, glowin’ in the night (Bling!)
Red dot, one shot, take him outta sight (Boom!)
Foreign whips, press a button, I don’t stop at lights (Skrrt!)
Pulled up, in the Benz (Yeah)
Pulled up, that’s a jet (What?)
Pulled up, cashin’ checks (Brr!)
Pulled up, who’s next? (Huh?)
Touchdown, penthouse, view like satellites (Woo!)
New chain, all ice, glowin’ in the night (Bling!)

[Verse 1]
Shawty hit my line (Brr), told her I don’t do relations (Nah)
Money on my mind (Woo), conversations ’bout locations (Yeah)
50 on the dash (Skrrt), I just threw it, no rotation (Woo)
Hunnid for the bag (Pow), never needed no donations (Huh?)
Yeah, yeah (Woo!), I just took a flight (Flight!)
Rollie look like Vegas, all these diamonds hittin' lights (Bling!)
Turbo in the engine, hear it whine like a bite (Vroom!)
Pockets got them layers, all this bread stacked right (Woo!)

[Chorus]
Touchdown, penthouse, view like satellites (Woo!)
New chain, all ice, glowin’ in the night (Bling!)
Red dot, one shot, take him outta sight (Boom!)
Foreign whips, press a button, I don’t stop at lights (Skrrt!)
Pulled up, in the Benz (Yeah)
Pulled up, that’s a jet (What?)
Pulled up, cashin’ checks (Brr!)
Pulled up, who’s next? (Huh?)
Touchdown, penthouse, view like satellites (Woo!)
New chain, all ice, glowin’ in the night (Bling!)

[Verse 2]
Runnin’ plays, coach mode (Yeah), pockets on deposit (Woo)
I just blew a check (What?), told the teller, "Ain’t no budget" (Nah)
Shorty think I love her, I just told her, "That’s redundant" (Ha!)
I just made a milli’, now I’m tryna do a dozen (Woo!)
Flyin’ out to Tokyo (Huh?), foreign seats is butter (What?)
Talkin’ like they know me though (Nah), really undercover (Huh?)
Pull up to the dealer, told ‘em double up the color (Skrrt!)
They ain't see the vision, now they tryna be my brother (Pow!)

[Chorus]
Touchdown, penthouse, view like satellites (Woo!)
New chain, all ice, glowin’ in the night (Bling!)
Red dot, one shot, take him outta sight (Boom!)
Foreign whips, press a button, I don’t stop at lights (Skrrt!)
Pulled up, in the Benz (Yeah)
Pulled up, that’s a jet (What?)
Pulled up, cashin’ checks (Brr!)
Pulled up, who’s next? (Huh?)
Touchdown, penthouse, view like satellites (Woo!)
New chain, all ice, glowin’ in the night (Bling!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Ooh, woah (Yeah)
Yeah, woah
Ooh (Soo, huh?)
Yeah (What?)
Ooh, woah (Yeah)
Yeah (Let’s get it)
Ooh, woah (Woah)
Yeah, woah
Yeah
Pulled up, in the Benz (Yeah, yeah)
Pulled up, that’s a jet (Grrt, yeah)
Pulled up, cashin’ checks (Huh? Yeah)
Pulled up, who’s next? (Bow, yeah)
Pulled up, in the Benz (Yeah)
Pulled up, that’s a jet (Yeah)
Pulled up, cashin’ checks (Yeah)
Pulled up, who’s next? (Let’s go!)

Satellites [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Yeah-yeah) (Duro, duro)
(Sube, baja) (Mami, ven pa’ca)
(Sabe' que esto no para, ey)

[Verso 1]
Mami, dale fuego, que la noche está encendida (Fuego)
Baja lento, súbelo, rompe el ritmo sin medida (Ey)
Tira pa’lante, dale más, sin temor a la caída (Sin miedo)
Que si tú lo haces rico, baby, yo te doy la vida (Wuh)

Cuando mueves eso, mami, me descontrolas (Descontrolas)
Quiero verte encima, dándome la ola (Dándome la ola)
Pégate más, rompe y no lo pienses (No)
Tú tienes el fuego y el party lo enciendes (Ey)

Baby, tú tienes veneno (Veneno)
Se suelta y lo hace sin freno (Sin freno)
Sube la nota cuando la veo (Yeah)
Se pone caliente y prendemos (Prendemos)

[Pre-Coro]
Sube, baja, rompe el suelo (¡Wuh!)
Baby, suelta el movimiento (Fuego)
Yo te sigo el paso entero
Pégate más, dale sin freno

[Coro]
Mami, ven y súbelo (Súbelo) (Eh)
Baja lento, rómpelo (Rómpelo)
Dale duro sin temor (Sin temor)
Tú y yo en el mismo son (Eh-eh)

Mami, ven y súbelo (Súbelo)
Baja lento, rómpelo (Rómpelo)
Dale duro sin temor (Sin temor)
Tú y yo en el mismo son (Ey)

[Verso 2]
Ella se luce, rompe la pista (Pista)
Juega con fuego, siempre la más lista (Lista)
Sabe que yo quiero verla encima (Encima)
Bailando al ritmo, sin ser tímida (Wuh)

Pégate más, que esta noche no se acaba (No)
Tú y yo solitos en la madrugada (Ah)
Rompiendo el ritmo hasta que no quede nada
Dale más duro, que el party no para (Wuh)

Tienes un cuerpo que enciende el deseo
Baila pa' mí como si fuera un juego
Dale hasta abajo, no pares el fuego
Que esta noche nos vamos sin miedo

[Pre-Coro]
Sube, baja, rompe el suelo (¡Wuh!)
Baby, suelta el movimiento (Fuego)
Yo te sigo el paso entero
Pégate más, dale sin freno

[Coro]
Mami, ven y súbelo (Súbelo) (Eh)
Baja lento, rómpelo (Rómpelo)
Dale duro sin temor (Sin temor)
Tú y yo en el mismo son (Eh-eh)

Mami, ven y súbelo (Súbelo)
Baja lento, rómpelo (Rómpelo)
Dale duro sin temor (Sin temor)
Tú y yo en el mismo son (Ey)

[Puente]
(Eh-eh) Mami, sigue ese ritmo, no pares (No)
(Eh-eh) Tú y yo perdiéndonos sin horarios (Fuego)
Bailando pegados, tocando los cielos
Perdiéndonos en este fuego eterno

Baby, tú tienes veneno (Veneno)
Se suelta y lo hace sin freno (Sin freno)
Sube la nota cuando la veo (Yeah)
Se pone caliente y prendemos (Prendemos)

[Coro]
Mami, ven y súbelo (Súbelo) (Eh)
Baja lento, rómpelo (Rómpelo)
Dale duro sin temor (Sin temor)
Tú y yo en el mismo son (Eh-eh)

Mami, ven y súbelo (Súbelo)
Baja lento, rómpelo (Rómpelo)
Dale duro sin temor (Sin temor)
Tú y yo en el mismo son (Ey)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Mami, ven pa’ca (Ven pa’ca)
Que esto no se va a acabar (No se va a acabar)
Tú y yo hasta el final (Ey)
Hasta que el ritmo no dé más (Fuego)

Súbelo y Rómpelo [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Ey, dale, vámonos, woo)
(Súbelo, súbelo, yeah)

[Verso 1]
Mami, mueve lento, quiero verte así (Ah)
Cuando te pegas, me dejas sin aire aquí (Woo)
Tú tienes fuego, no lo puedes fingir (Yeah)
Déjalo fluir, vámonos a divertir (Brr)

La noche es larga y tú eres mi plan (Ey)
Bailando pegados, sin miedo a na' (Na')
Sube la nota, que esto va a explotar (Boom)
Sigue moviendo, no vayas a parar

[Pre-Coro]
Dale, súbelo (Ey), bájalo (Ey)
Mueve ese booty, que reviente el reggaetón (Woo)
Súbelo más (Ah), bájalo más (Eh)
Sigue ese ritmo, no lo dejes, dale ya (Pow)

[Coro]
Bebé, ven ya, pégate (Pégate)
Arriba y abajo otra vez (Otra vez)
No pares, dale sin estrés (Sin estrés)
Esta noche todo al revés (Ey, ey)

Bebé, ven ya, pégate (Pégate)
Arriba y abajo otra vez (Otra vez)
No pares, dale sin estrés (Sin estrés)
Esta noche todo al revés (Ey, ey)

[Verso 2]
Ella me dice que quiere más (Más)
Que no le basta con solo bailar (Ey)
Si yo me acerco, se pone mal (Mal)
Pero me encanta su forma de actuar (Brr)

Dime qué sientes cuando te toco (Toco)
Tus movimientos me tienen loco (Loco)
Sube la pista, dale hasta el fondo (Fondo)
Quiero ver cómo rompes todo

[Pre-Coro]
Dale, súbelo (Ey), bájalo (Ey)
Mueve ese booty, que reviente el reggaetón (Woo)
Súbelo más (Ah), bájalo más (Eh)
Sigue ese ritmo, no lo dejes, dale ya (Pow)

[Coro]
Bebé, ven ya, pégate (Pégate)
Arriba y abajo otra vez (Otra vez)
No pares, dale sin estrés (Sin estrés)
Esta noche todo al revés (Ey, ey)

Bebé, ven ya, pégate (Pégate)
Arriba y abajo otra vez (Otra vez)
No pares, dale sin estrés (Sin estrés)
Esta noche todo al revés (Ey, ey)

[Puente]
Se calienta cuando suena el dembow (Brr)
Mueve duro, dale sin control (Ey)
No pares nunca, sigue el show (Show)
Esta noche no hay reloj (¡Fuego!)

[Outro]
Dale, súbelo (Ey), bájalo (Ey)
Sigue ese ritmo, no lo dejes, dale ya (Pow)
Bebé, ven ya, pégate (Ey)
Arriba y abajo otra vez (Woo)

(¡PMO Music, fuegooo!)

Pégate Bebé [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music) (¡Eh!) (Dímelo, yeah)
Luz de luna, ritmo en la piel (Fuego)
Tu mirada dice lo que va a suceder (Dale)

[Verso 1]
Las olas chocan, pero más chocas tú (Tú)
Con ese tumbao', con ese actitud (Ah)
Cuerpo de sirena, fuego en la arena
Cada paso tuyo deja huella en la escena (Yeah)

Dices que te gusta perder el control (Control)
Que la noche mande y decida el reloj (Reloj)
Que todo se queme, que el fuego se encienda
Que el perreo duro rompa las cadenas (¡Brrr!)

[Pre-Coro]
Mueve, que esto es ley (Ley)
Sin miedo, dale play (Play)
Déjalo fluir, suéltate, baby (¡Eh!)
Que esta vibra no se apaga, nunca se cae (¡No!)

[Coro]
Llama, llama, que esto quema (Quema)
Sube la marea, rompe la arena (Yeah)
Baila, baila, sin pena (Pena)
Que esta noche es nuestra, nadie la frena (¡Dale!)

Llama, llama, que esto quema (Quema)
Sube la marea, rompe la arena (Yeah)
Baila, baila, sin pena (Pena)
Que esta noche es nuestra, nadie la frena (¡Fuego!)

[Verso 2]
Déjate llevar, no hay reglas aquí (Aquí)
Sigue el instinto, acércate a mí (A mí)
La noche nos cubre, secretos en piel
Tu boca y la mía hablando sin ver

Luz de neón reflejada en tu espalda (¡Wow!)
Tus caderas me llevan sin mapa ni calma (Ah)
Sigo tu juego, tú subes la carga (Carga)
Perdiéndonos lento, borrando la alarma (Dale)

[Pre-Coro]
Mueve, que esto es ley (Ley)
Sin miedo, dale play (Play)
Déjalo fluir, suéltate, baby (¡Eh!)
Que esta vibra no se apaga, nunca se cae (¡No!)

[Coro]
Llama, llama, que esto quema (Quema)
Sube la marea, rompe la arena (Yeah)
Baila, baila, sin pena (Pena)
Que esta noche es nuestra, nadie la frena (¡Dale!)

Llama, llama, que esto quema (Quema)
Sube la marea, rompe la arena (Yeah)
Baila, baila, sin pena (Pena)
Que esta noche es nuestra, nadie la frena (¡Fuego!)

[Puente]
Ritmo que estalla, fuego en el aire (Fuego)
No hay quien lo pare, déjalo arder (Ah)
Sigue bailando, sigue llamando (¡Eh!)
Que la llama no se va a apagar (¡No!)

[Coro]
Llama, llama, que esto quema (Quema)
Sube la marea, rompe la arena (Yeah)
Baila, baila, sin pena (Pena)
Que esta noche es nuestra, nadie la frena (¡Dale!)

Llama, llama, que esto quema (Quema)
Sube la marea, rompe la arena (Yeah)
Baila, baila, sin pena (Pena)
Que esta noche es nuestra, nadie la frena (¡Fuego!)

[Outro]
PMO Music, candela infinita (Dímelo)
Las luces se apagan, pero el ritmo grita (Yeah)
Hasta el amanecer, seguimos arriba (Dale, dale)
Esto no termina, solo se repite (¡Brrr!)

Llama Que Quema [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

Intro]
(Wooh) (Ey, ey)
(Weet je wat het is, bro?)
(We vliegen, we vliegen, ah)

[Chorus]
Airplane mode, ik ben gone (gone)
Zie die city klein, kijk hoe ik dom (dom)
Cash in m’n zak, dat is long (long)
Baby, vraag me niet, ik ben strong (strong)
Ey, ik moest rennen voor m’n paper (paper)
Nu tel ik stacks en ik leef later (later)
Ey, jij was fake, ik had radar (radar)
Money talks, ik praat haters (skrrt)

[Verse 1]
Had niks, nu ik flex, kijk m’n drip (drip)
Hood life, real life, geen script (nah)
Ben met gang, ride or die, dat is it (wooh)
Doe niet lief, want ik weet je bent slick (ey)
Van de bodem, we komen, we rennen (rennen)
Wil je werk? Bro, je moet investeren (ja)
Jij zit broke, maar je blijft maar klagen (hah)
Ik was broke, nu is money mijn talen (cash)

[Pre-Chorus]
Shh, stil, money calling (brrt)
Draag LV, geen Jordan (nah)
Bro, ik blijf maar scoren (score)
Ben een baas, geen loper (boss)

[Chorus]
Airplane mode, ik ben gone (gone)
Zie die city klein, kijk hoe ik dom (dom)
Cash in m’n zak, dat is long (long)
Baby, vraag me niet, ik ben strong (strong)
Ey, ik moest rennen voor m’n paper (paper)
Nu tel ik stacks en ik leef later (later)
Ey, jij was fake, ik had radar (radar)
Money talks, ik praat haters (skrrt)

[Verse 2]
Uh, ze haten, maar ik zweer het, ze leren (hah)
Jij bleef broke, ik ging calculeren (hmm)
Ben met real ones, echte soldaten
Jij doet hype, maar wij weten je status (ey)
Jij bent broke, dat is lastig (lastig)
Breng m’n bro’s uit die bando, geen gastjes (nah)
Ik was low, nu ik vlieg net een space trip (skrrt)
Real talk, ik kan nooit in die fake shit (nope)

[Bridge]
Baby, wat wil je van mij? (uh)
Wil je money of wil je die life? (ja)
Jij deed droog, maar nu vraag je voor tijd
Maar die tijd die is money, dus ik blijf on the grind (brrr)

[Chorus]
Airplane mode, ik ben gone (gone)
Zie die city klein, kijk hoe ik dom (dom)
Cash in m’n zak, dat is long (long)
Baby, vraag me niet, ik ben strong (strong)
Ey, ik moest rennen voor m’n paper (paper)
Nu tel ik stacks en ik leef later (later)
Ey, jij was fake, ik had radar (radar)
Money talks, ik praat haters (skrrt)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Ey, we vliegen (we vliegen)
Zie me liften (wooh)
Geen limit (ey)
Kijk hoe we winnen (ja)
(Hah) 💸

Airplane Mode [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah)
Baby, súbelo, que esto suena fresh (woo)
El reggaetón del futuro, 2025 (brrrra)
Dale, rompe, que la noche está pa’ eso (prrra)

[Chorus]
Y ella suelta, suelta, suelta (wooh)
No quiere amores, solo discoteca (ey)
Suelta, suelta, suelta (brrra)
Bailando rompe la pista completa (fuego)
Suelta, suelta, suelta (yeah)
La baby es fuego, nadie la sujeta (prrr)
Suelta, suelta, suelta (pa’)
No se enamora, solo perrea y peca (ey)

[Verse 1]
En la disco se prende, botella en la mano (yeah)
Dale hasta abajo, que el ritmo es insano (woo)
Sabe que brilla, tiene flow de villana (uh)
Juega con fuego, pero nunca se quema (ey)

Mueve la cintura con ese piquete (prrr)
Rompiendo el suelo con su combi de jefete (brrra)
No hay quien la pare, está fuera de serie (yeah)
Le gustan los tragos y el perreo hasta el viernes

[Pre-Chorus]
Dale más, que la noche no se acaba (uh)
En la pista se vuelve una diabla (diabla)
Todos la miran, pero ella no se entrega (nah)
No quiere novio, solo vacila y juega (brrra)

[Chorus]
Y ella suelta, suelta, suelta (wooh)
No quiere amores, solo discoteca (ey)
Suelta, suelta, suelta (brrra)
Bailando rompe la pista completa (fuego)
Suelta, suelta, suelta (yeah)
La baby es fuego, nadie la sujeta (prrr)
Suelta, suelta, suelta (pa’)
No se enamora, solo perrea y peca (ey)

[Verse 2]
Viene con amigas, todas en high (high)
Se saben el ritmo, lo llevan inside (inside)
No piden permiso, son pura maldad (brrra)
Tiran pa’lante, no miran pa’ atrás

Ponte pa’l flow que ya están encendidas (yeah)
Mueven la nalga, el perreo es su vida (wooh)
DJ, súbele, que suene la pista (yeah)
La baby en la disco es la más encendida (pow)

[Bridge]
(Oh-oh-oh) Perreo sin límite (sin límite)
(Oh-oh-oh) Hasta que amanezca (wooh)
(Oh-oh-oh) Quieren que repita (prrr)
(Oh-oh-oh) Y no le bajan la fuerza

[Chorus]
Y ella suelta, suelta, suelta (wooh)
No quiere amores, solo discoteca (ey)
Suelta, suelta, suelta (brrra)
Bailando rompe la pista completa (fuego)
Suelta, suelta, suelta (yeah)
La baby es fuego, nadie la sujeta (prrr)
Suelta, suelta, suelta (pa’)
No se enamora, solo perrea y peca (ey)

[Outro]
(PMO Music) (Yeah)
El perreo 2025 (wooh)
Nos fuimos sin frenos (prrr)
Rompiendo la pista (fuego)
Brrra


Suelta [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Dímelo, dímelo) (Yeah, yeah)
(Baby, tú sabes cómo va esto, eh)
(Vamos allá, fuego)

[Verso 1]
Tú y yo pegados en la disco, brillando (brillando)
Tus ojos me dicen que sigas bailando (bailando)
Ese movimiento tiene algo distinto (distinto)
Si esto es un juego, yo quiero perder contigo (wooh)

Y no sé cómo explicarlo (ey)
Tu piel me quema, me está hipnotizando (yeah)
Me acerco lento, tú sigues jugando
Pero esta noche no quiero más waiting, vamos (eh)

[Pre-Coro]
Bebé, dame de eso que tienes (yeah)
Que me sube y no me deja caer (no, no)
Cuando tú me besas, todo se detiene (eh)
No hay gravedad cuando estamos al 100 (al 100)

[Coro]
🔥 Fuego, fuego, fuego 🔥 (wooh)
Cuando me tocas, me pierdo en tu juego (yeah)
🔥 Fuego, fuego, fuego 🔥 (dale)
Nos quemamos y no hay freno (no, no)

🔥 Fuego, fuego, fuego 🔥 (wooh)
Tu cintura es un veneno (veneno)
🔥 Fuego, fuego, fuego 🔥 (fuego)
Tú y yo hasta el amanecerlo (eh-eh)

[Verso 2]
Dime qué hacemos, te sigo en lo oscuro (oscuro)
Tienes la llave de todo mi futuro (futuro)
Si esto es pecado, pues dame el castigo
Que quiero pecar solo si es contigo (contigo)

Mami, tú eres como un delito
Pero contigo me entrego y repito (yeah)
Ese aroma, ese cuerpo bendito
Es una trampa en la que me derrito (woah)

[Pre-Coro]
Bebé, dame de eso que tienes (yeah)
Que me sube y no me deja caer (no, no)
Cuando tú me besas, todo se detiene (eh)
No hay gravedad cuando estamos al 100 (al 100)

[Coro]
🔥 Fuego, fuego, fuego 🔥 (wooh)
Cuando me tocas, me pierdo en tu juego (yeah)
🔥 Fuego, fuego, fuego 🔥 (dale)
Nos quemamos y no hay freno (no, no)

🔥 Fuego, fuego, fuego 🔥 (wooh)
Tu cintura es un veneno (veneno)
🔥 Fuego, fuego, fuego 🔥 (fuego)
Tú y yo hasta el amanecerlo (eh-eh)

[Puente]
Tu cuerpo es un arte, mami, me inspira (inspira)
Como un tatuaje que nunca se olvida (se olvida)
Tú tienes fuego, mi piel necesita (necesita)
Dame un beso y prende la chispa (brrr)

[Outro]
(PMO Music) (fuego)
Bebé, tú tienes lo que nadie tiene (woo)
Nosotros prendemos la noche entera (entera)
Yeah, yeah (prendemos fuego)
🔥 Fuego, fuego, fuego 🔥

🔥🔥🔥💃 Este es el reggaetón del 2025, baby! 🔥🔥🔥

Fuego [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Woah) (Let’s go) (Yeah, yeah)
Hundred racks stuffed in the duffy, I ain't tryna talk, let’s run up the money (Run it up)
Shawty keep callin’, she love me, but I’m too locked in, I ain't movin' too funny (Nah)
I need my piece like a puzzle, all of these chains got me lookin' real sunny (Bling)
Too many opps on my radar, I let that choppa sing somethin' like Cudi (Brrt)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, they know what I’m on (Yeah)
Walk in the spot, got a million cologne (Woo)
She tryna slide, but my heart made of stone (Ice)
I hit the gas, now I’m way outta zone (Skrrt)
Told ’em lil’ boys, “Don’t play with my name” (Nah)
All of this water, my neck need a drain (Splash)
Shawty too bad, she love how I flex (Hah)
She throw it back, and I’m makin’ a mess (Woah)

I don’t do talkin’, I’m makin’ deposits (Cash)
Rollie on wrist, it got flawless inside it (Bling)
Pull up in somethin’, they thought it was rented
Told ’em it's mine, I don’t do the pretendin’ (Nah)
I need the check like I’m fresh outta Nike (Check)
VV my teeth, now they flash like a light beam (Shine)
I keep it tucked, I don’t need me no hype team
They tryna copy, but they just ain’t like me (Nah)

[Chorus]
(Yeah) Shawty want Louis, I bought her the trunk (Woo)
She want the vibe, so I pour up a cup (Lean)
Hundred blue hundreds, I stack it in chunks (Racks)
Say he want smoke, then we lightin’ him up (Brrr)
I put my wrist in the sky, it's a must (Yeah)
Too many bands, now they don’t even fold (Nah)
She wanna ride, told her “Baby, just trust” (Let’s go)
I put this shit on my soul (Woah)

[Verse 2]
I do what I want, I ain't takin’ advice (No)
All of my diamonds, they cut like a knife (Ice)
Shawty too bad, but she love to be nice
I keep it player, I might hit it twice (Yeah)
Fifty on pinky, a hunnid on wrist (Bling)
I need a milli', ain't signin' for less (Nah)
Straight out the lot, put a wrap on the Benz
Swerve through the city, they know who it is (Skrrt)

I keep it hot like the top of the summer (Heat)
Pockets on swole, but I still need a drummer (Brrt)
They tryna ride, but I switch up the number (Nah)
Told ’em it’s pressure, I came from the thunder (Boom)
Everything lit when I step in the scene (Yeah)
I’m feelin' wavy, I mix up the lean (Lean)
Talkin' too much, put a rack in between
I got a bag, I ain’t chasin' a dream (Facts)

[Chorus]
(Yeah) Shawty want Louis, I bought her the trunk (Woo)
She want the vibe, so I pour up a cup (Lean)
Hundred blue hundreds, I stack it in chunks (Racks)
Say he want smoke, then we lightin’ him up (Brrr)
I put my wrist in the sky, it's a must (Yeah)
Too many bands, now they don’t even fold (Nah)
She wanna ride, told her “Baby, just trust” (Let’s go)
I put this shit on my soul (Woah)

[Outro]
(Yeah) Too many racks, had to double the safe (Safe)
Shawty keep askin’ if I’m on the way (Skrrt)
Told her don’t trip, I be right in the Wraith (Wraith)
She wanna link, told her give me a day (Wait)
I need my digits to come with some commas (Commas)
(PMO Music)

On My Soul [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Ayy) 
(Yeah, yeah) 
(Let's go!)


[Verse 1]
Shorty hit my line, said she need a fix (fix)
Told her pull up quick, we ain't takin' pics (nah)
Nigga talkin’ reckless, he gon’ meet the stick (pow)
We ain't doin' threats, we just get 'em clipped (brrt)
Ridin’ through the city in a matte black coupe (skrrt)
Shorty in the passenger, sippin’ on juice (juice)
Pockets too fat, like they ate too much food (bands)
If he talkin’ down, put his face on the news (blrr)
Fuckn’ up the game, I ain’t playin’ fair (nah)
Ice on my neck, got the world in a stare (stare)
Shorty said she love me, but I know she love the glare (glare)
She just want the lifestyle, money in the air (air)

[Pre-Chorus]
We just gettin’ money, we ain't got time (nah)
Shorty wanna fuck, told her fall in line (line)
Niggas throwin’ shade, but they broke all the time (broke)
I just count up racks, I don't pay 'em no mind (nah)

[Chorus]
We just livin’ life, ain't no slowin’ down (down) (Wooh)
Money comin’ in, yeah, it's all around (around) (Let's go!)
Shorty wanna ride, told her let’s go (go)
We gon’ take a trip, anywhere you wanna go (go)
Niggas talkin’ shit, but they all broke (broke) (Ha)
We just laughin’ at ‘em, it's a big joke (joke)
Keep the circle tight, only real ones (ones)
We gon’ shine bright, like the fuckn’ sun (sun)

[Verse 2]
Nigga switched up, now he want a pass (nah)
Told him fall back, put him in the past (gone)
Shorty hit my line, say she need cash (cash)
Told her play her role, we ain't movin’ fast (nah)
Hundred round drum, got it tucked in the stash (stash)
If he talkin’ tough, turn his whip into trash (brrt)
Fuckn’ up the streets, put my opps in a bag (bag)
Shorty wanna flex, told her go pop tags (tags)
Niggas see the glow, now they wanna ride the wave (wave)
I was in the field, puttin’ niggas in a grave (grave)
Now it's big shows, every state, every stage (stage)
Shorty wanna stay, but she just in the way (way)

[Pre-Chorus]
(PMO Music)
We just gettin’ money, we ain't got time (nah)
Shorty wanna fuck, told her fall in line (line)
Niggas throwin’ shade, but they broke all the time (broke)
I just count up racks, I don't pay 'em no mind (nah)

[Chorus]
We just livin’ life, ain't no slowin’ down (down) (Wooh)
Money comin’ in, yeah, it's all around (around) (Let's go!)
Shorty wanna ride, told her let’s go (go)
We gon’ take a trip, anywhere you wanna go (go)
Niggas talkin’ shit, but they all broke (broke) (Ha)
We just laughin’ at ‘em, it's a big joke (joke)
Keep the circle tight, only real ones (ones)
We gon’ shine bright, like the fuckn’ sun (sun)

[Verse 3]
Shorty want a purse, told her go get it (get it)
I ain’t trickin' off, baby, know your limit (nah)
Hundred round clip, leave a nigga finished (finished)
I ain't with the talkin', send a real message (pow)
Ice on my wrist, make a nigga go blind (blind)
Shorty wanna flex, but she runnin' outta time (time)
All my niggas up, ain't nobody left behind (nah)


Shine Bright [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

FCK Around [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No Fumblin' [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suéltate [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bailando Sin Miedo 🔥[Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chaka [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Out The Roof [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

AM to Dusk [Prod. PMO Music]

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

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

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

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

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

Other Shit [Prod. PMO Music]

[Intro]
Yeah-yeah (Skrrt)
Tot in de ni-ni-ni-ni-night (Woooh)
Let’s go! (Ey)

[Chorus]
My hittas chasin’ bags all through the night (Yeah)
My dawgs countin' racks all through the night (Rrah)
VV’s on my neck, I shine on sight (Bling)
Talkin’ 'bout the money? — then I’m on flight (Zoom!)
We flippin’ them checks, oh yeah (Checks!)
I’m drippin’ with flex, oh yeah (Splash!)
We touchin’ them euros
Mucho dinero, oh yeah (Ey, ey)
We flippin’ them checks, oh yeah
I’m drippin’ with flex, oh yeah
We touchin’ them euros
Mucho dinero

[Verse 1]
We slide through your block — (skrrt) — no warnin’ (Nope)
Pockets inflated like Jordan (Woooh)
Shorty from London, she foreign
Ride it like Derby, no stallion, she stormin’ (Ey)
Ice in my chain, no emotion
Whip like a chef, no portion (Vroom!)
Aimin’ that beam with precision (Bah)
Vision on green, that’s the mission (Cash!)
Thousand a day, no minimum (Nah)
I never fold, I'm militant (Facts)
Colorful stacks, that’s cinnamon (Woooh)
Whip got more bounce than Wimbledon
Watch on freeze, need a mitten on
.40 on hip with a silicone
I keep it movin', I'm never done
Money the motive, the marathon (Let's go!)

[Chorus]
My hittas chasin’ bags all through the night (All night)
My dawgs countin' racks all through the night (Yeah)
VV’s on my neck, I shine on sight (Ice)
Talkin’ 'bout the money? — then I’m on flight (Zoom!)
We flippin’ them checks, oh yeah
I’m drippin’ with flex, oh yeah
We touchin’ them euros
Mucho dinero, oh yeah (Ey, ey)
We flippin’ them checks, oh yeah
I’m drippin’ with flex, oh yeah
We touchin’ them euros
Mucho dinero

[Verse 2]
(Yeah)
How I turn boss out the blue? (Woooh)
Had to make plays like I’m callin’ a coupe (Skrrt)
Whole block hot, that’s the truth (Brrr)
Still move smart, never loosen a screw (Nah)
Shawty a demon, she ride it like dirtbike
Gucci my feet, now I step like a church night (Ayy)
Wrist on glow, but the soul still hurt right
Mixin’ that pain with the champagne — (splash!)
Gotta keep stacks in the bag, like burglars
Racks like tracks, I’m servin' em circular (Skrrt)
I see them talkin’, I curve 'em like curvature
Know they just fans, I’m colder, it’s surgical (Yeah)
Shooters on point, no rehearsin’ it (Bow!)
Fifty round drum, we reversin' it (Pow!)
I stay with a plug like I’m workin' shifts
Now we count digits, absurd as it gets (Ey!)

[Chorus]
(PMO Music)
My hittas chasin’ bags all through the night (Yeah)
My dawgs countin' racks all through the night (Right)
VV’s on my neck, I shine on sight (Shine)
Talkin’ 'bout the money? — then I’m on flight (Flight!)
We flippin’ them checks, oh yeah (Checks!)
I’m drippin’ with flex, oh yeah (Flexin’)
We touchin’ them euros
Mucho dinero, oh yeah (Ey, ey)
We flippin’ them checks, oh yeah
I’m drippin’ with flex, oh yeah
We touchin’ them euros
Mucho dinero

[Outro]
Big drip, it don’t dry up (Never)
Shorty want ride, tell her slide up (Slide)
Late night, we outside like the line up
Movin' like shadows, eyes up (Ey)
I keep my demons in Prada (Woooh)

Through The Night [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Cha Cha Slide

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dirty Flame [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Bounce That Shit [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shake That Off [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let The Glock Speak [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One Step Ahead [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tokyo Drift Talk [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

Stick and a Vest [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Flameproof [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah) (Woah) (Ayy, let's get it) (Uh)
Woah 

[Chorus]
Shawty don’t play
Fucking up my whole day (What?)
Said you wanna stay (Yeah)
But you movin’ both ways (Huh?)
I been moonwalkin’ (Woo)
Like I’m Michael Jackson (Hee)
I been moonwalkin’ (Yeah)
Right outta that sadness (Brrrra)
Shawty don’t play
Fucking up my whole day (Skrrt skrrt)
Love it when you stay (Yeah)
Hate it when you go fake (Uh huh)
I been moonwalkin’ (Woo)
Like I’m Michael Jackson (Let's Go!)
I been moonwalkin’ (Yeah)
Right outta that madness (Wooh)

[Verse 1]
Told her I ain’t nothin’ basic (Nah)
Money stackin’ up, need a spaceship (Vroom)
Say you loyal, why you changin’? (Huh?)
Heart cold like the chain that I’m swangin' (Bling)
I was in the deep end, no float (Nope)
Now I’m on top with the gold rope (Flex)
Lookin’ like a king in my fur coat (Drip)
Shawty had dreams — but she sold hope (Damn)
I was tryna vibe, tryna slow roll (Yeah)
You was out wildin' on a solo (Woo)
Now you hit my line, tryna pop up (Brrrra)
Bitch, I’m on the grind, I can't stop up (Nah)
Diamonds on me dancin’ like a TikTok (Wooh)
Used to wanna cuff, now it's clip-locked (Pow)
Moonwalk on a bitch, no flip-flop (Moonwalk)
Moonwalk on the pain, make it drip drop (Splash)

[Pre-Chorus]
All this love shit toxic (Toxic)
Rather get profits (Profits)
All these fake options (Fake)
I don't need losses (Losses)
Told me lies, yeah, I caught it (Caught it)
Shawty wild, need caution (Caution)
Now I'm flexed up, unbothered (Woo)
Moonwalkin' on problems (Skrrt skrrt)

[Chorus]
Shawty don’t play
Fucking up my whole day (What?)
Said you wanna stay (Yeah)
But you movin’ both ways (Huh?)
I been moonwalkin’ (Woo)
Like I’m Michael Jackson (Hee)
I been moonwalkin’ (Yeah)
Right outta that sadness (Brrrra)
Shawty don’t play
Fucking up my whole day (Skrrt skrrt)
Love it when you stay (Yeah)
Hate it when you go fake (Uh huh)
I been moonwalkin’ (Woo)
Like I’m Michael Jackson (Let's Go!)
I been moonwalkin’ (Yeah)
Right outta that madness (Wooh)

[Verse 2]
Bentley dreams and Balmain stitches (Ayy)
Fake love — had to burn them bridges (Burn!)
Now I’m iced out, fuck them bitches (Ha)
Now I’m bossed up, countin’ riches (Stacks)
Rollie don't tick (Nah) — it glide (Woo)
Shawty wanna ride (Let's ride)
But the trust done died (So dead)
Now it’s "Fuck yo' pride" (Fuck it)
I just hit the bank, no feelings (Cha-ching)
New bitch bad — no dealings (Bad)
Stay in my lane, no swervin’ (Straight)
Diamonds moonwalk, they twirlin’ (Spin)
Hoes too fake, yeah they clonin’ (Facts)
Money real tall, it’s growin’ (Tall)
Now they see the glow — it's showin’ (Shinin')
Took my pain and I wrote it (Wrote it)

[Pre-Chorus]
All this love shit toxic (Toxic)
Rather get profits (Profits)
All these fake options (Fake)
I don't need losses (Losses)
Told me lies, yeah, I caught it (Caught it)
Shawty wild, need caution (Caution)
Now I'm flexed up, unbothered (Woo)
Moonwalkin' on problems (Skrrt skrrt)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
We out

Michael Jackson [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trap Queen [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Iced Out Grill [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Yo, uh)
(Hard times, big flex — yeah)
(She ride or die, I can't lie — uh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Met her on a late night, vibe on fire (on fire)
Told me she ain’t scared of the heights, she wired (wired)
Rollin' up pain in a jet-black tire (skrrt)
Love too deep, make a young king tired (tired)
Heart iced out but she still got in (got in)
Had me lookin’ at the sky like, “This can’t be sin” (can’t be)
She a gem in the dust, yeah, lost then win (win)
Now I’m swimmin’ in her soul, I ain’t learned to swim (glah)

Shorty got taste, only eat off gold (gold)
Hit the mall, let her ball, let the wrist unfold (drip)
Got a .45 pride and a Birkin bold (bow)
If you mess with her peace, then the case get cold (freeze)
Yeah, she know all my codes, like a vault she lock (lock it)
Still ride with the pole, make a hater stop (brrra)
Ain’t no cap in my heart, she the queen on top
Got me riskin’ all my chips, no I never swap (never)

[Chorus]
She the one I call when I slide (when I slide)
Baby down to ride, she don't lie (she don't lie)
Put the hunnids in her bag, no pride (no pride)
When she look into my eyes — I die (I die)
(Yeah) She the one I trust when it’s rough (it's rough)
(Whoa) In the jungle with a heart so tough (so tough)
(Yeah) Got me feelin’ like I never had enough
(Go!) If I fall, she the reason I get up (get up)

[Verse 2]
Fast life, she my seatbelt grip (hold tight)
Told me never lose faith when the ice get thick (drip drip)
Lotta snakes in the grass, had to watch that clip (clap)
Now we both in the hills with a vibe too lit (lit lit)
She don’t ask for a thing, still I give her the world (world)
Lash flame, rose gold on a down chick pearl (pearl)
Used to be numb, now the feelings unfurl
Now I’m writing all this pain in the notes I hurl (ugh)

See, love in a trap got a cost (a cost)
But she never flinch even when we lost (we lost)
Kept it real when the lights went off (lights off)
Now we pop champagne like a boss (like a boss)
(Yeah) Told her “Stay down” — she stayed (she stayed)
(Yeah) Now the bands in a vault, well-paid (uh-huh)
(Yeah) And the past all gone, it fade
We just flexin' on fate that we made (facts)

[Chorus]
She the one I call when I slide (slide)
Baby down to ride, she don't lie (nah)
Put the hunnids in her bag, no pride (nah)
When she look into my eyes — I die (die)
(Whoa) She the one I trust when it’s rough (it’s rough)
(Yeah) In the jungle with a heart so tough (so tough)
(Go!) Got me feelin’ like I never had enough
(Yeah) If I fall, she the reason I get up (get up)

[Bridge]
Diamonds don’t dance if the heart ain’t real (nah)
She the only one know how I feel (for real)
Was a savage, now I’m tryna heal
Every touch she give, that's a gold-sealed deal (deal)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah)
Love and the trap — hard to trust that path (wooh)
But she held me down, now we livin’ fast (skrrt)
She ain’t in it for the clout, not the flash (nope)
Now she the melody that’ll always last (forever)

She's The Reason [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyric:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Never Sat Down [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah) (Woo) (Bitch) (Let’s go!) (Uh huh)
Ayy, run that shit the fuck up — ha!

[Verse 1]
Fresh out the trap, I got options (Uh)
Whole lotta bodies, no conscience (Brrra)
Thick bad bitch in my cockpit (Skrrt!)
She droppin’ low — hydraulics (Wooh!)
We don’t do warnings, no caution (Nah)
He talk too tough, now he boxed in (Bop)
Racks on my neck like it’s hostage (Freeze)
Fuck a deposit, I bought it (Let’s go!)
Young nigga slide like a goon in the snow (Slide)
Stick got a drum and it blow like a show (Pow)
She get me throat, now she claimin’ she know (What?)
Told her I’m DaBaby, lil’ bitch, I’m the GOAT (Woo!)
Hopped on a jet with a thot from the Bay (Yeah)
Told her don’t talk, just know where to lay (Lay down)
He tried to flex, got robbed in the day (Hah!)
We do him dirty, then pray like we saints (Amen)

[Chorus]
(Yeah) Look how I step, bitch, I walk like a king (Uh huh)
(Drip) Ice on my neck, I might slip when I lean (Freeze)
(Thot) She eat the dick like it’s Krispy Kreme (Ugh)
(Shit) Ride with the stick, and it come with a beam (Brrra)
(Go!) Hundred on dash, I don’t need no brakes (Skrrt!)
Gang on alert, we don’t do no fakes (Nah)
Money be blue, but the flag still red (Woo!)
Say what you want, but don't aim at my head (Blow!)

[Verse 2]
I keep a stick like I’m coaching (Uh)
He playin' bold, we expose him (Bitch)
Told her bend over in motion (Arch)
She gettin’ wild, need a lotion (Splash)
I’m in the club like it’s church (Let’s pray)
But I still slide on a bitch with a smirk (Grrah)
He want a fade? Get put in the dirt (Boom)
My youngin pop out, make the FN twerk (Pow!)
I don’t do feelings, I ghost 'em (Bye)
Hit from the back, now she floatin’ (Woo)
Fuck up the sheets like it's potion (Ah)
She call me daddy — devotion (Damn!)
Money got muscles, it flex with a vein (Racks)
We don’t do wrestlin’, shoot for the chain (Bah!)
Came from a spot where the roaches would bang (No cap)
Now it’s Dior when I step on a stain (Drip)

[Bridge]
(Yeah) Throw up the set, and she bust it in heels (Pop it)
Say that she classy, but suck like she real (Slurp)
Freak on a flight, got her poppin' the seal (Lean)
She want a Birkin? Bitch, sign this deal (Sign it)
Shooters on go, they don’t need no appeal (Go!)
Face on the news, but we keepin’ it chill (Shhh)
I might go viral just fuckin’ for thrill (Ha!)
Fuck all the talkin’, we huntin’ for kills (On gang)

[Chorus]
(Yeah) Look how I step, bitch, I walk like a king (Uh huh)
(Drip) Ice on my neck, I might slip when I lean (Freeze)
(Thot) She eat the dick like it’s Krispy Kreme (Ugh)
(Shit) Ride with the stick, and it come with a beam (Brrra)
(Go!) Hundred on dash, I don’t need no brakes (Skrrt!)
Gang on alert, we don’t do no fakes (Nah)
Money be blue, but the flag still red (Woo!)
Say what you want, but don't aim at my head (Blow!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Squad) All this shit I talk — facts (Facts)
Told her I’m him, she threw that back (Throw it)
Glock in the booth, can’t do no lack (Nah)
I’m lit, I’m rich

Walk Like a King [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
Uh (PMO Music)
Yeah (Skrrt), yeah (Let's Go!)
(Ayy, VVS, we icy with it), yeah
uh

[Chorus]
Now I’m lit, I remember I was dead stuck (Woah)
Runnin’ plays, every city know I’m next up (Yeah)
Diamonds hittin’ — turn a hater to a fanboy (Brrr)
Pour the Wock in my Sprite, I don’t sip noise (Sippin’)
Fake love, I can smell it through the perfume (Pew)
Hundred bands, now the money got me immune
.223, it go (brrah) when we slide through
I’m the wave, now they tryna get the typhoon (Skrrt)

[Verse 1]
Drop a pin, then we spin — leave a loop there (Loop there)
VV chain, it be dancin’ like it's truth or dare (Wooh)
Shawty bad, but she fake like a new pair (Cap)
Money tall, had to count it up in two chairs (Stacks!)
(Pow) I was broke, now I’m up with a vengeance
(Pipe up!) Copped the coupe, now I’m driftin’ like it's vengeance
No pretendin’, all facts — no extensions
And my wrist do the most, it need attention (Bling)

Me and bro in the function, we geeked out (Geeked out)
In designer, but we movin' like a street route
Ten toes, I ain’t fold when they reached out
Now the bags in, they be askin' for a free now (Nope)
(Yeah) Now it’s tour life, check the recap
I was posted at the store, now I lean back
Old heads tryna coach, I don’t need that
I got hitters with the tool like a kneecap (Boom!)

[Chorus]
Now I’m lit, I remember I was dead stuck (Dead stuck)
Runnin’ plays, every city know I’m next up (Next up)
Diamonds hittin’ — turn a hater to a fanboy (Fanboy)
Pour the Wock in my Sprite, I don’t sip noise (Sippin’)
Fake love, I can smell it through the perfume (Fake)
Hundred bands, now the money got me immune
.223, it go (brrah) when we slide through (Slide!)
I’m the wave, now they tryna get the typhoon (Woo!)

[Verse 2]
All gas, no brakes, I ain’t slowin’ up (Nah)
Money talkin’, now they beggin’ just to hold a cut (Hold up)
Took the stairs to the top, I ain’t foldin’ up
Had to grind, now I shine — like a soda bust (Fizz)
(Yeah) I be mixin' up the lean like a chemist
Talk big, but they sweeter than a dentist
I’m relentless, never needed no apprentice
And the check come clean, that’s the sentence (Facts)

Posted up in the zone like a linebacker (Lock in)
Used to trap off the phone, now it's line stackers
All these plaques, make 'em freeze like a time-capture
And the opps outta bounds like they line-jackers
Skrrt off, switch gears, it’s a light show (Skrrt!)
I got ice on my neck like a light globe (Woo)
I be deep in her mind like a psycho
And I still got the stick like a maestro (Pow!)

[Chorus]
Now I’m lit, I remember I was dead stuck (Dead stuck)
Runnin’ plays, every city know I’m next up (Next!)
Diamonds hittin’ — turn a hater to a fanboy (Let’s go)
Pour the Wock in my Sprite, I don’t sip noise (Sippin’)
Fake love, I can smell it through the perfume (Woo)
Hundred bands, now the money got me immune
.223, it go (brrah) when we slide through
I’m the wave, now they tryna get the typhoon (Wave)

[Outro]
Yeah (PMO Music), yeah (Uh)
PMO Music let's go

Fake Love [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Ayy, yeah)
Skrrt off the lot, bitch, I’m jet mode
(Pew, pew, pew)
You ain’t got this bag, what you flex for?
(Uh-huh)
Zone out — yeah, I’m next, hoe

[Chorus]
I’m in jet mode, fuck a red light, I go
Diamonds dance, bitch, my neck cold like snow
Took a loss, came back, now I flex more
Now they call my phone, I just let it blow (ring-ring)
I’m in jet mode, lift-off, no stress, hoe
Used to be broke, now my wrist like a Tesla glow
Talkin' big racks, had to stack those
Now the game mine — bitch, I said so

[Verse 1]
Back then they laughed, I remember those nights
Broke in the crib, just a dream and some Sprite
Now I'm up late, flyin' private through flights
Used to pray for the wins, now the ceiling got lights
Pulled from the dirt, I ain’t built to collapse
Talkin' down on the kid? Bitch, relax
I got demons I fight, but I keep it intact
I been stabbed in the back, turned that pain into plaques
(Uh, uh)
Bitch, I don’t chase clout, I just chase M’s
Used to get curved, now they hop in the Benz
I stay low-key, I don't flex for no friends
But I do keep a stick for the fuck-shit again

[Chorus]
I’m in jet mode, fuck a red light, I go
Diamonds dance, bitch, my neck cold like snow
Took a loss, came back, now I flex more
Now they call my phone, I just let it blow (ring-ring)
I’m in jet mode, lift-off, no stress, hoe
Used to be broke, now my wrist like a Tesla glow
Talkin' big racks, had to stack those
Now the game mine — bitch, I said so

[Verse 2]
She wanna vibe with a savage
Told her: “Only bad bitches in my baggage”
LV tags, I don't care if they mad, bitch
Woke up rich, yeah, that’s my habit
Still got scars I ain’t post on the ‘Gram
Made it through hell, now I'm shinin' on cam
Used to be nothin', now I’m all that they spam
Hopped in the coupe and I did it for fam
(Uh, uh)
Grew up with nothin' but now I’m the wave
Fuck bein' humble, I’m diggin' a grave
For all of the doubt and the shit that they say
Now I’m on charts and they ridin' the wave

[Chorus]
I’m in jet mode, fuck a red light, I go
Diamonds dance, bitch, my neck cold like snow
Took a loss, came back, now I flex more
Now they call my phone, I just let it blow (ring-ring)
I’m in jet mode, lift-off, no stress, hoe
Used to be broke, now my wrist like a Tesla glow
Talkin' big racks, had to stack those
Now the game mine — bitch, I said so

[Outro]
Jet mode, blastin’ off, can’t slow
Pockets got weight, yeah, they can’t fold
Mind on a mission, never fold
(Yeah ,haha)
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Jet Mode [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yuh) (Pow) (Let’s Go!) (BRrrra!)
Fuck it, I’m charged up — no limit, I’m sparked up (Veno flow, hoe!)
(Yeah) (Skrrt Skrrt) (Bitch I’m on go, wooh!)

[Verse 1]
Told that Nigga “back up,” I don’t do no talkin’ (Bitch!)
Stick in the coat — now the metal be barkin’ (GRRR!)
Trap out the suite, yeah, the lobby my office (Yuh)
Feds on the sweep, so I move like a prophet (Let's Go!)
I don’t do no peace, lil’ bitch I’m with conflict
Hollow tips eat through his tee like a mosh pit (Wooh)
I got a plug who don’t speak, just deposit
Nigga got clipped tryna flex, now he cosmic (Pow)

Pourin' that red, but my vision still blackened
Crackin’ her spine while the MAC in the mattress
Snakes in the grass, so I mow like a savage
Still on parole, but the trap doin' damage (Yuh)
Bitch, I’m with wolves, you a rabbit in static
Draco got vocals, it sing with a passion (RAHHH)
Twenty-two bands for a flip, I’m relaxin'
Bitch do gymnastics — she suck it and backbend (Yeahhh)

[Chorus]
I’m a dog, bitch — woof (Woof!)
Big FN make him poof (Poof!)
She eat me up, no spoon (Yuh)
I might go nuts, no roof (Skrrt Skrrt)
Blew a whole zip in the booth (Boom!)
Bitch, I’m the truth — no spoof (No cap)
Slide with a stick like flu (BRRRR)
Bet you gon’ dance when I shoot (Pow!)

I’m a dog, bitch — woof (Woof!)
Big FN make him poof (Poof!)
She eat me up, no spoon (Yuh)
I might go nuts, no roof (Let’s Go!)
Blew a whole zip in the booth (Boom!)
Bitch, I’m the truth — no spoof (Truth)
Slide with a stick like flu (Skrrt Skrrt)
Bet you gon’ dance when I shoot (Pow!)

[Verse 2]
My opps in denial — they ain’t active, they actin’ (Nah)
Caught his ass lackin’, left blood on the cactus (Wooh)
Nigga, I'm cold, made my racks off the back-end (Yuh)
Crib like a fortress — my safe need a captain (Yeah)
Beat up the pack, got it lookin’ like Ryu (Ha!)
Nina gon’ twerk when I slide like Caillou (BRrrra!)
Fuck on a thot then I vanish like Bayou
Flex with my name, now you meetin' my side crew (Pow!)

Bitch, I’m a menace, no Dennis — I’m darker
Racks on my dental, my grill cost a charger
Shoot at his leg, now he move like a crawler (Skrrt)
That ain’t your bitch if she choose with no offer (Yuh)
Dancin’ with demons, I sip through the slaughter
Plug from Belize, bring that Z in the charter (Wooh)
Play with my piece, you get popped like a starter
Voice in the beat, but my Glock even harder (Boom!)

[Chorus]
I’m a dog, bitch — woof (Woof!)
Big FN make him poof (Poof!)
She eat me up, no spoon (Yuh)
I might go nuts, no roof (Skrrt Skrrt)
Blew a whole zip in the booth (Boom!)
Bitch, I’m the truth — no spoof (No cap)
Slide with a stick like flu (BRRRR)
Bet you gon’ dance when I shoot (Pow!)

I’m a dog, bitch — woof (Woof!)
Big FN make him poof (Poof!)
She eat me up, no spoon (Yuh)
I might go nuts, no roof (Let’s Go!)
Blew a whole zip in the booth (Boom!)
Bitch, I’m the truth — no spoof (Truth)
Slide with a stick like flu (Skrrt Skrrt)
Bet you gon’ dance when I shoot (Pow!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

I'm A Dog [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah) — Uh
We in the zone now (Wooh)
Grrt, Pow — look

[Verse 1]
I was raised 'round bricks and them razor blades
OGs taught pain, not the paper chase (Uh)
Lil’ Nigga had dreams, now the table change (Yeah)
I done seen niggas fold for a lil' acclaim (Brrra)
I don’t talk much, keep the code intact
Cut a nigga off — he ain’t showin’ back (Snip)
Had to bet on self, had to roll like that (Uh-huh)
Big body in the night, that’s a soul in black (Skrrt)

Every loss was a lesson, now I levitate
Had to pray through the war just to celebrate (Facts)
We was posted on the 9 where the devils ate
Now we feast like kings, every plate got weight (Wooh)
Every opp get watched, every step be sharp
Gotta think like chess in the belly of sharks (Checkmate)
I’m the ghost in the mist, with a glow in the dark
Whole hood in my chest, I don’t show no heart (Nah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Gotta move low, when the world too loud (Shhh)
Put pain in the flow, now the crowd go wild (Yeah)
Ain’t no breaks, this life on trial
I been real since the womb, not a single style (Uh)

[Chorus]
Say my name when the sky turn black (Say it)
Whole block gon' ride, no cap (Ride out)
From the mud but I rose like that (Like that)
Never fold, we explode on tracks (Boom)
Say my name when the sky turn black (Black)
Whole block gon' ride, no cap (Let's Go!)
From the mud but I rose like that (Yeah)
Never fold, we explode on tracks (Pow)

[Verse 2]
Ik was dertien met een mes in m’n zak (Facts)
Rende van blauw, we waren nooit strak (Brrr)
Straat als m’n school, kreeg lessen in pak
Bro zat vast, nu leer ik 'm rap (Prrra)

Ben geen toy, dit is echt in m’n hart
Zie je loesoe doen? Dan wordt het apart
Oog om oog als je komt met een grap
Ik ben kalm maar m’n wapen slaapt zacht (Klik)

Faka met m’n block en je ziet hoe we komen
Alles zwart net de nacht — je kan dromen
Money op m’n mind, ik wil elke somen
Geef geen love, ik ben koud in m’n zones (IJskoud)

Bro’s op de hoek, ze bewegen stil
Niet voor show, maar we brengen thrill (Thrill)
Ik ben op next, zij zitten nog chill
Geef m’n woord, en ik hou die still (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Gotta move low, when the world too loud (Stil)
Put pain in the flow, now the crowd go wild (Ga los)
Ain’t no breaks, this life on trial
I been real since the womb, not a single style

[Chorus]
Say my name when the sky turn black
Whole block gon' ride, no cap
From the mud but I rose like that
Never fold, we explode on tracks
Say my name when the sky turn black
Whole block gon' ride, no cap
From the mud but I rose like that
Never fold, we explode on tracks

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah)
Lights dimmed, still I glow — facts
Real niggas never die, just fold back (Pow)

Sky Turn Black [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah) (BRrrra) (Pow) —
I done turned pain to a product, uh — (Let’s Go!)
They ain't built like me, not even a lil', uh (Nah)

[Chorus]
Would you slide when the war get deep? (Huh)
Would you lie just to watch me bleed? (Bleed)
Ice on me, but my soul got heat (Wooh)
Grind got scars you ain't never gon' see (Never)
Still push weight, no gym, just streets (Skrrt)
Now I drip pain every time I speak (Talk that)
Would you stay when it get too real? (Too real)
Or fold up like a dollar bill? (Bang)

[Verse 1]
Used to sleep with the roaches — lights off, no motion (Yeah)
Now the safe too full, can’t close it (Can’t close)
Had to cut ties, fake love too potent (Slice)
Got a new stick, clip look bloated (BRrrra)
Grew up around demons and jokers
Feds came through, left the block all hopeless (Damn)
He ain't say a word — now he golden (Solid)
Played the game right, now he posted (Real talk)

They don’t get it, this a marathon lap (Skrrt)
Tryna run a check with a heart full of traps (Boom)
Seen a man fold for a digital app
Seen another die for a click and a cap (Click-clack)
I was in the mud with a thought and a strap
Now I drop pain on a million plaques (Facts)
Still ten toes in a pair of these Airs
Swear I feel Pop every time I snap (Woo)

[Chorus]
Would you slide when the war get deep? (Yeah)
Would you lie just to watch me bleed? (Bleed)
Ice on me, but my soul got heat (Heat)
Grind got scars you ain't never gon' see (See)
Still push weight, no gym, just streets (Streets)
Now I drip pain every time I speak (Pain)
Would you stay when it get too real? (Too real)
Or fold up like a dollar bill? (Fold)

[Verse 2]
Still got bro in the box on a temp (Free bro)
Told him chill, we gon' shine when he step (He out)
Whole gang lit, now the vibes intense (Too lit)
Blew five racks just to balance my sense (Balance)
I ain’t gotta post — they know what I meant (Nah)
Every line heavy, it’s a hundred percent (Facts)
Still duck jakes, but I ride no tense
In the warzone, can’t be hesitant (Bang)

Yeah, I seen fam turn snake with a smile (Grimey)
Seen a good heart turn wild in the trial (Crazy)
Wasn’t no help, just the Glock and a mile (That's it)
Turned every loss to a lesson in style (Stylin’)
Now I ball hard like the league on fire
Chain on freeze, still climbin’ the wire (Drip)
Put my pain in the pen, that’s power
Now the fans say the bars hit higher (Let’s Go!)

[Chorus]
Would you slide when the war get deep? (Slide)
Would you lie just to watch me bleed? (Bleed)
Ice on me, but my soul got heat (Heat)
Grind got scars you ain't never gon' see (Never)
Still push weight, no gym, just streets (Streets)
Now I drip pain every time I speak (Talk that)
Would you stay when it get too real? (Real)
Or fold up like a dollar bill? (Fold)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Huh) — I ain't lookin’ for love, just loyalty (Loyalty)
(Grrrah) — They don’t know 'bout the soil and me (Nah)
Still the same one who ducked those ops
Now I’m countin’ these wins like royalties (Wooh)

Would You Slide ? [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Flame In The City [Prod. PMO Music]

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