Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music!)
(Ayy, let’s go!)
(Yeah, yeah, uh-huh!)
Shawty keeps calling (RIng!)
Up with the team and we are ballin (Woo!)

[Chorus]
Big bands, yeah, they stackin' too tall (Too tall!)
Fast lane life, can’t stop, can’t stall (Nah!)
Came from the dirt, now I flex, I ball (Let’s ball!)
Drip too sick, got ‘em pressed, they call (Ring!)
Speed up the grind, never slow, I’m gone (Gone!)
Gas on the pedal, let it burn, no wrongs (Woo!)
Ice on the neck like it came from a storm (Storm!)
Fast talk money, yeah, the bag transform (Ayy!)

[Verse 1]
Step on the gas, no time for a break (Brrra!)
Came from the bottom, now my dreams I take (Take!)
Diamonds so loud, they scream in my face (Face!)
Runnin' through the city like I own this race (Skrrt!)
Woo! Hit the spot, then I’m gone too quick (Too quick!)
Big step moves, got the whole crew lit (Lit!)
Money talk fast, gotta flip that brick (Brick!)
They cap too much, man, they ain't legit (Nah!)
I’m in the zone, no sleep, no pause (No pause!)
They see the wins, now they lookin’ lost (Woo!)
Brrra! Real king, yeah, I hold the boss sauce (Sauce!)
Talk big checks, turn the hate to applause (Ayy!)

[Chorus]
Big bands, yeah, they stackin' too tall (Too tall!)
Fast lane life, can’t stop, can’t stall (Stall!)
Came from the dirt, now I flex, I ball (Let’s ball!)
Drip too sick, got ‘em pressed, they call (Ring!)
Speed up the grind, never slow, I’m gone (Gone!)
Gas on the pedal, let it burn, no wrongs (Woo!)
Ice on the neck like it came from a storm (Storm!)
Fast talk money, yeah, the bag transform (Ayy!)

[Verse 2]
I’m movin’ quick like a bullet through air (Woo!)
Stackin’ the money, I double the share (Share!)
Opps in my lane? Better know I don’t care (Nah!)
They throwin’ shade, but they don’t compare (Skrrt!)
Bounce out the whip, then I make that flip (Flip!)
They talk too slow, better pick that script (Ayy!)
Hunnid on the dash, and I’m takin’ no trips (Trips!)
Chain too cold, make the sunlight dip (Brrra!)
Fast life moves, yeah, I’m built like this (This!)
Hustle on my name, can’t miss my shifts (Nah!)
Talkin’ too big, but they life on glitch (Woo!)
I’m all in the bag, that’s a certified hit (Hit!)

[Bridge]
I don’t play games when I’m runnin’ these plays (Plays!)
Cash on demand, yeah, I’m buildin’ my lane (Lane!)
Too much drip, leave puddles in my wake (Wake!)
Came for the crown, now they chant my name (Ayy!)

[Chorus]
Big bands, yeah, they stackin' too tall (Tall!)
Fast lane life, can’t stop, can’t stall (Stall!)
Came from the dirt, now I flex, I ball (Woo!)
Drip too sick, got ‘em pressed, they call (Call!)
Speed up the grind, never slow, I’m gone (Gone!)
Gas on the pedal, let it burn, no wrongs (Woo!)
Ice on the neck like it came from a storm (Storm!)
Fast talk money, yeah, the bag transform (Woo!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music!)
(Ayy!)
Quick moves, big wins, yeah, you know I’m live (Live!)
Too fast for the slow, yeah, I thrive, I thrive (Thrive!)
Big drip, big wave, yeah, I’m built to survive 


Stackin' Too Tall [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, what you know about the grind? (What you know?)
Workin’ through the winter just to make the summer shine (Shine!)
I been out in Cali, blowin’ hundreds like it’s time (Woo!)
You ain’t never seen it, you just talkin’ out your mind (Facts!)

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

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Flexing On You [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[INTRO]
(PMO Music) (Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ayy, run it up, no cap)
(They ain't ready for this, nah) (Let’s go!)

[CHORUS]
Next up, next up, pullin’ up, flexed up (Woo!)
Big racks, check sum, tell 'em run the checks up (Pow!)
Fast lane, no luck, made it out, stepped up (Skrrt!)
Never lookin’ back, lil’ boy, we next up (Yeah!)

[VERSE 1]
Came from the bottom, now my wrist lookin’ polar (Brrr!)
Countin’ up digits, I ain't never need a loaner (Nah!)
They was sleepin’ heavy, now they watchin’ like a donor (Yeah!)
Whole team feastin’, we ain't ever scrap a corner (Let's eat!)

Fuck it, I’m lit, I ain’t gotta prove none (Nah!)
Came up off the hustle, I ain't sign for a crumb (Never!)
Money talk loud, every dollar got a tongue (Woo!)
Shorty love the life, she just wanna feel the sun (Yeah!)

Hop in the ride, then I push it past limits (Skrrt!)
Pedal to the floor, every mile got digits (Woo!)
Came out the struggle, now I’m runnin’ up millions (Racks!)
This ain't no flex, boy, this straight business (Facts!)

[CHORUS]
Next up, next up, pullin’ up, flexed up (Ayy!)
Big racks, check sum, tell 'em run the checks up (Run it!)
Fast lane, no luck, made it out, stepped up (Let's go!)
Never lookin’ back, lil’ boy, we next up (Yeah!)

[VERSE 2]
City on my shoulders, I ain't fold, I ain't shake (Nah!)
I was down bad, had to double up the weight (Double!)
Now my phone ringin’, every call got a stake (Woo!)
Told my mama, "No stress, I’ma put you in estate" (For real!)

Flick of the wrist, turn a flip to a mansion (Pow!)
Need that ghost ridin’ low, stars in the fabric (Yeah!)
Took a few losses, now they part of my assets (Facts!)
Now the bank hit my line like a math test (Ching!)

Fuck it, let’s ball, we ain't losin’ no sleep (Nah!)
I ain't gotta talk, let the money just speak (Woo!)
Came from the basement, now the top floor suite (Penthouse!)
And the view so cold, got the world at my feet (Ice!)

[CHORUS]
Next up, next up, pullin’ up, flexed up (Let’s go!)
Big racks, check sum, tell 'em run the checks up (Woo!)
Fast lane, no luck, made it out, stepped up (Ayy!)
Never lookin’ back, lil’ boy, we next up (Yeah!)

[VERSE 3]
Whippin’ up plays, got the game in control (Coach!)
Too many wins, they ain't know where to go (Huh?)
Ice on my chain, got ‘em stuck in the cold (Brrr!)
I don't do the fake, I ain't rockin' with foes (Nah!)

Put in that work, now they copy my moves (Woo!)
Drip too rare, got ‘em lost in the groove (Drip!)
Hop on a jet when I’m feelin’ too smooth (Skrrt!)
Took over the game, now they watch what I do (Yeah!)

Fuck it, we lit, poppin’ like bottles (Pop!)
Doin’ the dash, pushin’ full throttle (Skrrt!)
Came from the gutter, now commas my model (Racks!)
Stay with a baddie, she look like a model (She bad!)

[CHORUS]
Next up, next up, pullin’ up, flexed up (Woo!)
Big racks, check sum, tell 'em run the checks up (Yeah!)
Fast lane, no luck, made it out, stepped up (Let’s go!)
Never lookin’ back, lil’ boy, we next up (Ayy!)

[OUTRO]
(PMO Music)

Next Up [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah)
(Rrrra, dale fuego)
(Oye, oye, vámonos)

[Verso 1]
Dime qué pasó, ¿por qué me llamas? (¿Qué pasó?)
Tú me dejaste y ahora extrañas mi cama (¡No no no!)
Dicen que el tiempo todo lo sana
Pero en mi piel aún tengo tus ganas (Fuego)

Tantas noches, tantas promesas (Wooh)
Tanto fuego y ahora es tristeza (Ay ay)
Dime si es juego o me tienes presa
Porque te juro que a mí ya me pesa (Brrrra)

[Pre-Coro]
Cuando tú bailas, el mundo se para (Se para)
Toda la disco te sigue con ganas (Con ganas)
Tú eres un fuego que nadie apaga
Pero a mí solo me dejas en llamas (Fuego)

[Coro]
Dale más lento, que el ritmo no miente (Wuh)
Si tú me llamas, yo caigo de frente (Yeah)
Dale hasta abajo, que el cuerpo lo siente (Lo siente)
Baby, esta noche, el pasado no cuenta (Brrrra!)

[Verso 2]
Tantas mujeres pero ninguna como tú (No no)
Dejaste el perfume pegado en mi blue (Ay)
Te juro mami, que yo no busco sustituto
Pero es que en mi cama me haces falta tú (Fuego)

Bailando te pegas, me pides castigo (Dale)
Me miras, sonríes, pero juegas conmigo (Ajá)
Dices que no, pero sé que no es cierto
Porque en tu cuerpo, yo tengo mi puerto (Wuh)

[Pre-Coro]
Cuando tú bailas, el mundo se para (Se para)
Toda la disco te sigue con ganas (Con ganas)
Tú eres un fuego que nadie apaga
Pero a mí solo me dejas en llamas (Fuego)

[Coro]
Dale más lento, que el ritmo no miente (Wuh)
Si tú me llamas, yo caigo de frente (Yeah)
Dale hasta abajo, que el cuerpo lo siente (Lo siente)
Baby, esta noche, el pasado no cuenta (Brrrra!)

[Puente]
Dime si vienes o si te vas (Si te vas)
No juegues con fuego, te puedes quemar (Quemar)
Tú sabes bien que esto no es normal
Si nos juntamos, prendemos el lugar (Fuego)

[Coro]
Dale más lento, que el ritmo no miente (Wuh)
Si tú me llamas, yo caigo de frente (Yeah)
Dale hasta abajo, que el cuerpo lo siente (Lo siente)
Baby, esta noche, el pasado no cuenta (Brrrra!)

[Outro]
(Oye, oye, vámonos)
(Rrrra, dale fuego)
(Tú y yo, prendemos el mundo)
(Este ritmo no se apaga)


Ritmo No Miente [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (Uh)
Ayy, uh-huh (Let’s go)
Wooh (We up)
Skrrt (Pow, pow)

[Verse 1]
How you mad? You chose the lane (Yeah)
Ain’t no leash, I broke the chain (Uh)
Tell the opps to hold that flame (Brr)
We livin’ la vida insane (Skrrt)
Halos up, but demons lurk (Yeah)
I put my faith in racks, no church (Wooh)
Foul shots, but I don't flinch (Nah)
Try to knock me, still I’m rich (Uh-huh)

[Pre-Chorus]
Double R, I bend the corners (Skrrt)
Backseat views like California (Ayy)
Told my ex she old like Motorola (Brr)
New girl foreign, drive like Daytona (Skrrt)

[Chorus]
Rain on the aux (Yeah)
They fight, they squabble, then they out for the count (Pow, pow)
Got 10-round clips, let it bang like sound (Brr)
‘Til we all locked in, turnin’ up on the town (Wooh)
We locked in, baby, keep me in the loop (Yeah)
In the back of backers, we ain’t missin’ a move (Nah)
Takin’ back the moment, she just made it out too (Skrrt)
In the back of backers, they horrors locked in soon (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
Pour it up, let’s get too lit (Yeah)
Throw your set, let’s make a movie (Woah)
Rollin’ off that tulip bloom (Yeah)
Sittin’ back in Phantom views (Skrrt)
Muddy waters, heart still cold (Ice)
Can’t see straight, but still got goals (Yeah)
She say she love me, I love when she (Uh)
Hop in the back, VV’s froze (Shine)
I’ma rock ‘em all when the pressure hit (Yeah)
Ones in the back of the whip, we lit (Ayy)
She don’t wanna wait, she timing it (Tick)
Ain’t no delay, let’s slide a bit (Skrrt)

[Bridge]
Said I changed, well, yeah, I had to (Had to)
Left me low, now racks my tattoo (Tatted)
New baguettes, I flooded time too (Woah)
Light it up, we spark like flashbulbs (Ayy, pow)

[Chorus]
Rain on the aux (Yeah)
They fight, they squabble, then they out for the count (Pow, pow)
Got 10-round clips, let it bang like sound (Brr)
‘Til we all locked in, turnin’ up on the town (Wooh)
We locked in, baby, keep me in the loop (Yeah)
In the back of backers, we ain’t missin’ a move (Nah)
Takin’ back the moment, she just made it out too (Skrrt)
In the back of backers, they horrors locked in soon (Ayy)

[Verse 3]
Told you I got you, put Prada on my boo (Yeah)
Came up from nothin’, now the sky is my roof (Uh)
All my brothers locked in, we ain't never lose (Nah)
C-Mo made it out two (Yeah)
We don’t fold, we cruise (Skrrt)
I prove it (Uh-huh)

[Verse 4]
Switch lanes, blacked out coupes (Skrrt)
No top, star views on the roof (Ayy)
Foreign chick, she twist like Rubik’s Cube (Yeah)
She want rings, but I just want the loot (Uh-huh)
Hunnids in the safe, but the Glock in the stash (Brr)
Keep it low-key, but the wrist too flash (Shine)
She a 10, but her friends too rash (Yeah)
Told ‘em sit tight, we ain't movin’ too fast (Skrrt)

[Chorus]
Rain on the aux (Yeah)
They fight, they squabble, then they out for the count (Pow, pow)
Got 10-round clips, let it bang like sound (Brr)
‘Til we all locked in, turnin’ up on the town (Wooh)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, yeah (Uh)
Ayy, uh-huh (Let’s go)
Wooh

Rain on the Aux [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

Intro]
(PMO Music)

[Verse 1]
I ain't never had a moment where I backed down (Nah)
Pull up in that Phantom, let the racks drown (Racks!)
40 on my lap, I keep the pack loud (Brrah!)
Any opps step, they get smacked down (Pow!)

I been runnin’ through the city like a villain (Vroom)
Rolly on my wrist, I see the hate, I feel it (Yeah)
Talkin’ like you savage, but you cappin', I ain't hear it (Shhh)
Told that boy to chill before my choppa get to spinnin’ (Brrrrah!)

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm on demon time, I ain't takin’ no advice (Nah)
All these diamonds dancin’, got me colder than the ice (Ice)
Bitch, I built an empire, I ain't rollin’ with no mice (Never)
If that money talkin’, then we double up the price (Facts!)

[Chorus]
Ayy, fuck what they say, I been stackin’ my bread (Bread)
Choppa gon’ spray, if they talkin' too fed (Brrah!)
Runnin' my lane, I ain't duckin' from feds (Skrrt)
Big body foreign, I might paint that bitch red (Ayy!)

I don't need love, I just need me a check (Check!)
Double R pullin’ up, ice on my neck (Ice)
Runnin’ the game, I ain't breakin’ a sweat (Never)
If you ain't bout money, then show some respect (Bitch!)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, woke up feelin’ like a don, all these racks on me (Racks!)
Pistol got a switch, turn a snake into a zombie (Brrah!)
They don't really want it, they just talkin' like a hobby (What?)
I be stackin’ commas while they beggin’ for a copy (Ha!)

Ten toes down, I ain't never switch sides (Never)
Heard he talkin’ reckless, he ain't really that guy (Nah)
If I hit his block, it’s a movie, no lie (Skrrt!)
Choppa like a dragon, leave ’em burnin’ in the sky (Woo!)

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm on demon time, I ain't takin’ no advice (No)
All these diamonds dancin’, got me colder than the ice (Ice)
Bitch, I built an empire, I ain't rollin’ with no mice (Never)
If that money talkin’, then we double up the price (Facts!)

[Chorus]
Ayy, fuck what they say, I been stackin’ my bread (Bread)
Choppa gon’ spray, if they talkin' too fed (Brrah!)
Runnin' my lane, I ain't duckin' from feds (Skrrt)
Big body foreign, I might paint that bitch red (Ayy!)

I don't need love, I just need me a check (Check!)
Double R pullin’ up, ice on my neck (Ice)
Runnin’ the game, I ain't breakin’ a sweat (Never)
If you ain't bout money, then show some respect (Bitch!)

[Bridge]
I ain't got no patience, all this money comin' fast (Fast!)
Heard he talkin’ crazy, now he runnin’, do the dash (Skrrt!)
We don’t do the talkin’, we just pull up with a blast (Brrah!)
Hundred round drum, that’s a fully-loaded stash (Woo!)

[Verse 3]
Ayy, I been in the trenches, I ain't never been a fraud (Nah)
Took a couple L’s, now my pockets lookin’ large (Racks!)
Choppa got a kick, I ain’t even gotta charge (Boom!)
I just pull the trigger, let it sing like a bard (La-la!)

[Outro]
Big racks, fast whips, I ain't got a slow mode (Nah)
Too much money comin’, I don’t check the postcode (Woo!)
Bitch, I'm goin’ savage, I ain’t stickin’ to the old code (Never)
(PMO Music)
(Yeah, ah)
We out...

Stackin’ My Bread [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Outside with Me [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]
(Yeah)
(Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)

[Chorus]
Too much money, I can’t even count (Woo)
Every move I make, it’s large amounts (Yeah)
Shawty love me, never had a doubt (Nah)
City love me, I can hear the shouts (Woo)
Speedin’ past ‘em, I don’t hit the brakes (Skrrt)
Haters talkin’, but I let ‘em hate (Let ‘em)
Big deposits, now my pockets gain weight (Woo)

[Verse 1]
They been watchin’, they be takin’ notes (Ayy)
I just made a play and did the most (Most)
Shawty bad, yeah, she do the most (Yeah)
Took her to the hills, now we toast (Clink)
Speedin’ through the city in a ghost (Skrrt)
Money talkin’ to me, never ghost (Nah)
Made a hundred K before my toast (Woo)
Now I pull up clean like a pope (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Took the long way, now it’s autopilot (Zoom)
They be talkin’, but they move in silence (Shh)
Left my old ones, now they wildin’ (Woo)
New baguettes, my wrist on islands (Shine)

[Chorus]
Too much money, I can’t even count (Woo)
Every move I make, it’s large amounts (Yeah)
Shawty love me, never had a doubt (Nah)
City love me, I can hear the shouts (Woo)
Speedin’ past ‘em, I don’t hit the brakes (Skrrt)
Haters talkin’, but I let ‘em hate (Let ‘em)
Big deposits, now my pockets gain weight (Woo)

[Verse 2]
I been stackin’ up like Tetris (Tetris)
Told my jeweler, make it reckless (Bling)
Shawty said she love my essence (Yeah)
Took her shopping, now she breathless (Woo)
I got motion, I got leverage (Leverage)
Every move I make is destined (Destined)
Tryna take it? That’s a death wish (Boom)
I don’t even need a guest list (Nah)

[Bridge]
I been way too up, I can’t come down (Down)
Keep my circle small, don’t play around (Nah)
Took a risk, now I just run the town (Town)
If it ain't ‘bout money, I can’t be found (Nah)

[Chorus]
Too much money, I can’t even count (Woo)
Every move I make, it’s large amounts (Yeah)
Shawty love me, never had a doubt (Nah)
City love me, I can hear the shouts (Woo)
Speedin’ past ‘em, I don’t hit the brakes (Skrrt)
Haters talkin’, but I let ‘em hate (Let ‘em)
Big deposits, now my pockets gain weight (Woo)

[Verse 3]
Made a promise, I can’t ever lose (Nah)
Bet against me, you gon’ sing the blues (Woo)
Shawty foreign, yeah, she came in twos (Twos)
One in red and one in baby blue (Blue)
I been pushin’, I don’t need a crew (Nah)
I got handles, I don’t need to move (Swish)
Business boomin’, yeah, I make the rules (Rules)
Name engraved, yeah, I left my proof (Woo)

[Pre-Chorus]
Took the long way, now it’s autopilot (Zoom)
They be talkin’, but they move in silence (Shh)
Left my old ones, now they wildin’ (Woo)
New baguettes, my wrist on islands (Shine)

[Chorus]
Too much money, I can’t even count (Woo)
Every move I make, it’s large amounts (Yeah)
Shawty love me, never had a doubt (Nah)
City love me, I can hear the shouts (Woo)
Speedin’ past ‘em, I don’t hit the brakes (Skrrt)
Haters talkin’, but I let ‘em hate (Let ‘em)
Big deposits, now my pockets gain weight (Woo)




Pockets Gain Weight [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]
(Ayy, yeah) (Let’s go) (Mmm)
Me and you, in that coupe, feel like a plot twist — movie

[Verse 1]
Told you never trust no face just 'cause it smile right (nah)
I been outside all my life, my soul like twilight (dark)
Taught you when they cheerin’ loud, they still might backbite (facts)
Diamonds hit, they blinkin' more than my phone at night (brrr)
I gave you game that wasn't free, you played me halfway (why?)
I gave you keys, you drove us straight into a bad day (skrrt)
Heart froze, can't reboot it — that’s a sad play (ice cold)
You learned how to flex, but forgot who built that ashtray (me!)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Yeah) I was in the deep, you ain’t throw no rope (nah)
I was tryna teach you wave — you just learned to float (you lazy)
Now it’s late nights, I’m with demons countin' votes
On who was real, who was fake, who ain't want me close (pow)

[Chorus]
Me and you in that two-seater — felt like a crime scene
I ain't mean to stress you out, just showed you how my life be (real)
Told you don’t leave that sunroof open, let 'em sightsee (peek)
Told you love get cold — now look, it’s icy (freeze)
You a trophy, they gon’ charge just to breathe near you (facts)
All this rap money really sprouted from a rearview (zoom)
Taught you how to duck the fake, they still gon' fear you
All my fault, but you know this pain sincere too (please)

[Verse 2]
Scroll through likes, she heartin’ throwaways, I peep (creepin’)
She ask when I drop next, like I don’t bleed (nah)
Shorty pretty but she geeked, talkin’ in code
Say she love me but would fold for a repost (damn)
Boy, how you broke and still flex your plate? (huh?)
You just hungry for attention, not a real steak (fake)
I get scared high, that’s when truth talk louder (real loud)
You flipped all I told you — now you movin' prouder (wow)
Still got ties with the ones I shouldn’t love (I know)
They know I never lie, just hold back what it was (shhh)

[Bridge]
(Yeah) You the type to swerve off and blame the lean (swerve)
Then pop out in my story like you still part of the scene (weird)
She saw me on that screen with the gleam, now she fiend
Tryna spin the block again, but baby I’m too clean (skrrt)

[Chorus]
Me and you in that two-seater — felt like a crime scene
I ain't mean to stress you out, just showed you how my life be
Told you don’t leave that sunroof open, let 'em sightsee
Told you love get cold — now look, it’s icy
You a trophy, they gon’ charge just to breathe near you
All this rap money really sprouted from a rearview
Taught you how to duck the fake, they still gon' fear you
All my fault, but you know this pain sincere too

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
You said love me more, I said love me less
Then I bought two more and made peace with the mess
Now when it rain, it pour — but I learned finesse
Still got Faygo in my veins and pain in my chest (uh)

Me and You [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:

(PMO Music)
(Yeah) (Let's go)
Woooh—yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Walk in lit, I’m a flame (wooh)
What’s that pokin' out my waist? (BRRR)
Sent the Maybach to go scoop her, she ain’t even check the place (skrrt)
AP cold like outer space (freeze)
Glock tucked right by the Wraith (right there)
Big dawg, twenty-deep, movin' like we run the state (let's go)
Walk in lit, I’m a flame (flame)
What’s that pokin' out my waist? (wait)
Sent the Maybach to go scoop her, she ain’t even check the place (slide)
AP cold like outer space (brrr)
Glock tucked right by the Wraith (uh)
Big dawg, twenty-deep, movin' like we run the state (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
I was in the trap with the steel plate (pop)
Now I’m countin' bands off a mixtape (let’s get it)
She just wanna ride with a real one (uh-huh)
Told her we don’t vibe if it feel fake (nah)
Phone full of models on go (ring)
I can’t pick, they all say "bae" (bae)
Whip got wings like a plane (skrrt)
But I drive that thing like it’s low-rate (vroom)
Homies in the feds still facin’ time (facts)
I just hope they see the free skies (pray)
Tell my youngin’ keep his eye peeled
'Cause these haters love to play both sides (wooh)
Big drip, had to flood both wrists (ice)
Two tones just to match her lips (shine)
I don’t even speak to the DA (nah)
But I talk bread like a biz script (talk to 'em)

[Pre-Chorus]
She know I’m up, no lie (no cap)
I put her first, then fly (woo)
She get Chanel just for vibes
I get the drop, then slide (slide, yeah)

[Chorus]
Walk in lit, I’m a flame (flame)
What’s that pokin' out my waist? (pop)
Sent the Maybach to go scoop her, she ain’t even check the place (skrrt)
AP cold like outer space (ice)
Glock tucked right by the Wraith (grrah)
Big dawg, twenty-deep, movin' like we run the state (state)
Walk in lit, I’m a flame (wooh)
What’s that pokin' out my waist? (blow)
Sent the Maybach to go scoop her, she ain’t even check the place (let’s go)
AP cold like outer space (freeze)
Glock tucked right by the Wraith (click)
Big dawg, twenty-deep, movin' like we run the state (let’s go)

[Verse 2]
I was pushin’ grams for the rent, bruh (yeah)
Now I push start, that’s a Tesla (woooh)
My lil’ shooter stay in the cut (skrrt)
Don’t talk much, just apply pressure (BRRR)
He got inked with a message (facts)
“Trust no soul” on the center (chest)
We was posted up like sentries
Now it’s gold all in my dentures (bling)
New plug speak no English (nah)
But we talk pounds through the zippers (woooh)
If she play games, I flip her
Treat her like a play and dismiss her (bye)
I don’t do fake in my circle (nah)
Gettin’ too rich for the hurdles (facts)
Whole city know who the wave is
Diamonds hit hard like verbal (bling)

[Pre-Chorus]
I keep the racks in the safe (in the safe)
Big bills, blue like the lake (count it)
I got the keys to the estate (uh-huh)
She got the vibe and the face (yeah)

I’m A 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)
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)
Woo—yeah, uh-huh (Let’s go!)
(Hah) Skrrt! (Brrr)

[Chorus]
Blast off the roof (Boom)
Whole team in the coupe (Skrrt)
Glock on the seat (Seat)
Don’t make me loosen a tooth (Pow)
Chains like Alaska, froze (Froze)
Talk slick, then we crack ya nose (Crack)
Too high, we don't plateau (Nah)
Shawty on go, she do it with no hassle—(Let's go!)

[Verse 1]
Baguettes on the bezel, confetti the risk (Ice)
Walk through the storm with machete and stick (Chop)
I flooded the time, it ain't tellin' me shit (Nope)
The weapon equipped—(Brrra!)—repetitive kick
We movin' like myths, this level is fixed
(Woo) Crib got a moat and a lift (Splash)
She hop in the Wraith, I'm lightin' the piff (Phew)
Then I ghost like a glitch (Vroom)
Talkin' that static, we flippin' the switch
Dior in the fabric, it come with the stitch (Flex)
Labels want deals, but they gotta pitch
Still in the field, I’m scratchin' the itch (Still!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Feds lurk (Lurk), glass work (Cook)
Hunnids in the mattress, lab work (Chem)
All in her face like password (Yeah)
I ain't even ask—she splashed first (Woo)
Double M parked with the hatch burst (Skrrt)
Cut her off clean, no plaster (Snip)
I just get ghosts, I Casper’d (Gone)
Now she in group chats, askin' for answers (Hah)

[Chorus]
Blast off the roof (Woo!)
Whole team in the coupe (Skrrt)
Glock on the seat (Seat)
Don’t make me loosen a tooth (Blaow)
Chains like Alaska, froze (Ice!)
Talk slick, then we crack ya nose (Pop)
Too high, we don't plateau (Nah)
Shawty on go, she do it with no hassle—(Go!)

[Verse 2]
Backdoor deals (Yeah), offshore bills (Cha-ching)
One push of the button, the floor get chills (Woo!)
My shooter precise, he bore with skill (Sniper)
Keep two twins, and they both got drills (Twin!)
Neck on splash, talkin' Navy SEAL (Splash)
She deep throat the pain, say “Pain is real” (Oof)
I’m up on the game like stainless steel
Touchdown then we celebrate—train the field (Let's go!)
Elevators, not the stairs (Nope)
Jet black seats, not a chair (Nope)
Whole team high like layers (Hah)
We don't do talk, just prayers (Amen)
Kitchen whippin' like it’s culinary (Whip)
These racks too fat for voluntary (Stack)
That stick so long it’s commentary (Brrrra!)
And the crib so big it’s monastery—(Facts!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Wrist blue, feel like I’m driftin’ (Woo)
Told bro slide, he gifted (Slide!)
These opps play ghost, then shiftin’ (Where they at?)
Hit him through glass like Christians (Crack)
Back-to-back Rolls like we Christian (Yeah)
She takin’ these shots like missions (Shots)
I don’t write bars, I etch ‘em (Facts)
This ain’t just rap, it’s a weapon—(Boom!)

[Chorus]
Blast off the roof (Skrrt!)
Whole team in the coupe (Brrr)
Glock on the seat (Seat)
Don’t make me loosen a tooth (Pow!)
Chains like Alaska, froze (Woo!)
Talk slick, then we crack ya nose (Talk!)
Too high, we don't plateau (Nope)
Shawty on go, she do it with no hassle—(Yeah!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah
I hope you like this one 
Follow PMO for more
We out

Blast Off The Roof [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Yeah) (We goin’ up) (Way up) (Woo!)
(They ain't ready) (Nah) (No cap!)

[Chorus]
I don’t play with fake ones — cut 'em off, no stress (Snip!)
Stackin’ up my visions, manifestin’ through the mess (Let’s go!)
Told my old self, "Level up, no regrets" (Facts)
Now the sky ain't the limit — I’m just pressin’ on the jets (Zoom!)
Every move precision, ain't no flinchin' in my steps (Nah)
Focus like a scholar, but my hustle never rests (Grrah!)
World cold-blooded, so I’m drippin' in finesse (Drip!)
Pressure turned to diamonds — see the shine under duress (Wooh!)

[Verse 1]
They was sleepin’, now they peepin’ what I manifest in silence (Shh)
Had to learn to navigate through snakes with polished guidance (Skrrt!)
Fake love loud, real love stay in the silence (True)
Voices in my head say, “Keep movin', build an island” (Build it!)
Built it from a journal, every page another war (Yeah)
Every bar encrypted with the pain I can’t ignore (Can’t)
Every scar a story, every loss became a lore (Facts)
Turned my inner storms to waves I’m surfin’ on the shore (Let’s ride!)
Got my brothers with me — loyalty without a price (No tags)
Never needed vices just to elevate my heights (Clean mind)
Meditatin’ daily, mix the Zen into my nights (Hmm)
Now the future clear, I see my fate in neon lights (Bling!)

[Pre-Chorus]
They was doubtin’ heavy — now they back up in my mentions (Back!)
Every verse a weapon, I don’t need to seek attention (Pow!)
Cuttin’ through the tension like a blade with no redemption (Slice!)
I ain’t never folded, every fall a new ascension (Rise!)

[Chorus]
I don’t play with fake ones — cut 'em off, no stress (Snip!)
Stackin’ up my visions, manifestin’ through the mess (Let’s go!)
Told my old self, "Level up, no regrets" (Facts)
Now the sky ain't the limit — I’m just pressin’ on the jets (Zoom!)
Every move precision, ain't no flinchin' in my steps (Nah)
Focus like a scholar, but my hustle never rests (Grrah!)
World cold-blooded, so I’m drippin' in finesse (Drip!)
Pressure turned to diamonds — see the shine under duress (Wooh!)

[Verse 2]
(PMO Music)
Speak on wealth like health — gotta earn it then protect it (Facts)
Used to doubt my value 'til I learned to self-assess it (Yeah)
Now I hold my purpose like a weapon, never reckless (Brrra!)
Words turn into legacy — these verses get respected (Bow!)
I been calculatin’, contemplatin’, movin’ right (Right)
Let the silence speak, I let my work ignite the light (Lit)
No distractions in my path — tunnel vision in my sight (Clear!)
Turnin’ pain into a map, every wound became insight (Smart)
I don’t follow waves, I create 'em from the shore (Splash!)
Every song a portal, take you places you ain’t saw before (Travel!)
All these blessings comin’ in — alignment with the lore (Divine)
Tunnel through the struggle just to build a golden core (Yeah!)

[Outro]
(Follow PMO for more!)
(Yeah) (You feel that?) (Vibe different now)
(Pressure makes kings) (Pow!) (Peace to the struggle)

I Don't Play W Fake Ones [Prod. PMO Music]

lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Darlin' [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Slime talk) (Yeah) (Uh)
We got this
Bless the trap—(Pow) Let’s go!

[Chorus]
I bless the trap like a reverend, slime in my element (Yeah)
Neck full of heaven-sent, Glock with the etiquette (Brrrra)
Rollin’ up medicine, pain turn irrelevant (Woooh)
Fuck all that humble shit, I need a settlement (Slatt)
She wanna ride with a menace (Skrrt)—told her “bitch earn her percentage” (Let’s go!)
I turn a L to a lesson—(Uh) I turn a opp to a tenant (Bow)
Nigga, don’t play wit’ the essence (Nah)—I got the sauce and the sentence (Drip)
Came out the smoke wit’ a blessing, now all of my flows be relentless (Yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Back on that stoner shit, deeper than politics (Facts)
Niggas be cappin’ on verses, we poppin’ shit—(Wooh)
Talkin' that slime like a prophet, I honor it
Glock got a switch like it’s gossip, it’s dominant (Brrr)
Fuck what you heard, we the source (Slatt)—
Pushin' that dope with remorse (None)—
Chopper got kick like a horse (Boom)—
Nigga got hit off his porch (Bow!)
They want the wave—I’m the shore
Paintin’ my pain in Dior (Woo)
She gave me brain like a course (Yeah),
Now she addicted, of course (Facts)

[Pre-Chorus]
I had to ghost out the ceiling—(Gone),
Voices be talkin', I'm chillin'—(Shhh)
I got some partners in prison—(Damn)
Still send 'em racks for they children—(Real)
Bitch, I was born for the tension—
I make a opp pay tuition—(Let’s go!)
Turn all that hate to commission—
Blessed like a Pope on a mission—(Slime!)

[Chorus]
I bless the trap like a reverend, slime in my element (Yeah)
Neck full of heaven-sent, Glock with the etiquette (Brrrra)
Rollin’ up medicine, pain turn irrelevant (Woooh)
Fuck all that humble shit, I need a settlement (Slatt)
She wanna ride with a menace (Skrrt)—told her “bitch earn her percentage” (Let’s go!)
I turn a L to a lesson—(Uh) I turn a opp to a tenant (Bow)
Nigga, don’t play wit’ the essence (Nah)—I got the sauce and the sentence (Drip)
Came out the smoke wit’ a blessing, now all of my flows be relentless (Yeah!)

[Verse 2]
Mansion got pillars and shadows—(Wooh)
Light up that Zaza in battles—(Gas)
Nigga, my pain not for shallow—(Nah)
I took my sin to the chapel—(Real)
Fuck nigga, play and get tackled—(Brrra)
We get to steppin' like Apple—(Tap tap)
Young rich stoner—no cap though—
I put my soul in this trap flow (Let’s go!)
They can’t relate, I been scarred—(Scars)
Pray to the streets, not the stars—(Amen)
Grew through the dirt and the wars—
Now I just float through the bars—(Yeah)
Blessings in digital form—
My demons ride in Dior—(Drip)
They tryna mimic the form—
But I’m the storm with a sword—(Woooh)

[Bridge]
I lost a brother to static—(Pow)
Buried the pain in the attic—(Gone)
Tatted his name on my habits—(Yeah)
Now I get high like a maverick—(High)
You just react, I create—(Facts)
You just inflate, I relate—(Truth)
I made a route through the hate—(Wooh)
Now I bring meals to the plate—(Blessed!)

Bless The Trap [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]


[Chorus]
Woke up, mind on a million (Million)
Pain in my chest, but I’m chillin’ (Chillin’)
Look at the sky, I see vision (Woooh)
Had to break free from the prison (Yeah)
Heart been cold, now it’s brilliant (Brilliant)
Light in my soul like I’m gifted (Gifted)
Hands in the dirt, now I’m lifted (Lifted)
Pray that the real ones get mentioned (Let’s Go!)
Can’t fake love, I don’t feel it (Nah)
My wave, you can't steal it (Wooh)
Every bar real, gotta seal it (Pow)
Told ’em I’m next, now they feel it (Feel it)

[Verse 1]
(Yeah yeah)
Heart got scars like battlefields
Still I climb like Jack with a giant feel (Skrrt)
Truth hit hard, no NyQuil (Brrra)
Can’t dull pain that I might feel
Mama said, “Son, keep calm still”
Devils in suits tryna sign deals (Facts)
Wrote pain in a verse, let the ink spill
Now I float like a ghost when the night real (Ghost)
Got tired of the silence (Silence)
Learned to move loud in the violence (Let’s Go!)
Heard they wanna talk ’bout timing (Timing)
But I been ahead in alignment (Woooh)
Crushed dreams still shining
Cut ties, now I’m climbing
No sleep but I’m grinding
New me, perfect timing (Perfect!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Breathe in deep—(Yeah) soul still healing (Still)
Every wrong turn had meaning (Uh-huh)
Pressure turned pain to a feeling (Pressure)
Now I paint thoughts through the ceiling (Let’s ride)

[Chorus]
Woke up, mind on a million (Million)
Pain in my chest, but I’m chillin’ (Chillin’)
Look at the sky, I see vision (Sky)
Had to break free from the prison (Let’s Go!)
Heart been cold, now it’s brilliant (Brilliant)
Light in my soul like I’m gifted (Gifted)
Hands in the dirt, now I’m lifted (Wooh)
Pray that the real ones get mentioned (Mentioned)
Can’t fake love, I don’t feel it (Feel it)
My wave, you can't steal it (Steal it)
Every bar real, gotta seal it (Seal it)
Told ’em I’m next, now they feel it (BRRRRA!)

[Verse 2]
(Yeah yeah)
Ten toes down on the dirt path
Fake smiles never earned that (Never)
Real pain in the words, facts
Read loss like a learned map
Cut off ties, now the roots grow
Dark days made the truth glow
Fought storms with my eyes closed
Now I dream clear through the loophole (Wooh)
They was sleepin’—I was schemin’ (Schemin’)
In the lab, plot season (Plot it)
On God, I ain't leavin’ (Nope)
’Til the world get a taste of the reason (Let’s Go!)
Used to be broke, now I’m breathin’
Purpose in my chest when I’m speakin’ (Facts)
Cut too deep, I was bleedin’
Now I leave marks when I’m peakin’ (Pow!)

[Bridge]
(Yeah) Tired of cryin’ on voicemail
Life been a script with no fairytales (Nope)
Still I rose through the oil spills
Now my name ring like church bells (Ring ring)
Grind every day, no detail missed
Soul got layers, it don't come with a twist
If I fall down, I reload the clip
B-Slime mode, yeah, I talk with a lift (Let’s Go!)



Mind On A Million [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Yeah) (Uh-huh) (Let's Go!)

[Chorus]
Nigga talkin’ like he trap—fuck that cap, where them racks? (Where they at?)
I ain't tryna rap, I'm tryna cook this slab, break it back (Break it down!)
Dirty skillet, fork spin it, hoodie on, I’m with the shit (Brrra!)
Mean grill, got the blick—fuck you starin’ at, lil bitch? (Pow!)
White tee, black mask, walkin' like I own the block (Yeah!)
I ain’t never need no stage, nigga, I just need my Glock (Let’s go!)
Hatin’ on my age? I was thirteen movin' weight (Real trap!)
Ain’t no profile in them books, just that stick I let it quake (Boom!)

[Verse 1]
Calculator full of digits, fuck I look like usin' sense? (Fuck you mean?)
I just double-counted chicken, wrap it tight, then hit the fence (Skrrt!)
Broski posted by the door, he swing it wide, I grip the pole (Grip it!)
Niggas snitchin' on they folks, we duck the law, we play it cold (Shh...)
Dirty money in my pocket, I can't fold it if I tried (Nah)
All them threats be on the net, in real life, them niggas hide (Pussy!)
Taught to hustle, never beg—bitch, I learned that from my block (Straight up!)
MAC blow like a tuba, knock a soul outta his socks (Boom boom!)
Don’t confuse me with no rapper, I’m a killer in disguise (Pow!)
I ain't sign not one agreement—trap my label, this my life (On God!)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Trigger clickin') (Feds lurkin’)
Why he nervous? (Shh—move perfect)
Junkie twitchin’, what he purchasin’?
We got bows and we got Percys in (Uh!)
Ain’t no curtains when we slide, you see them beams before you die
We ain't scared, we glorify—niggas die, we let it fly (Let it fly!)

[Chorus]
Nigga talkin’ like he trap—fuck that cap, where them racks? (Where they at?)
I ain't tryna rap, I'm tryna cook this slab, break it back (Break it down!)
Dirty skillet, fork spin it, hoodie on, I’m with the shit (Brrra!)
Mean grill, got the blick—fuck you starin’ at, lil bitch? (Pow!)
White tee, black mask, walkin' like I own the block (Yeah!)
I ain’t never need no stage, nigga, I just need my Glock (Let’s go!)
Hatin’ on my age? I was thirteen movin' weight (Real trap!)
Ain’t no profile in them books, just that stick I let it quake (Boom!)

[Verse 2]
I got scars across my knuckles, I was punchin’ through them locks (Facts!)
Used to weigh it with no scale, just feel the zip inside the socks (Hefty!)
Fuck a badge, fuck a badge—niggas wired, we pull tags (Boom boom boom!)
Choppa blow like trumpets loud, now his homie wear his rag (Red dot!)
I been evil since a shorty, had no hero, had no light (Nah)
Saw my OG stretch a forty, taught me how to make it right (Turn that stove!)
Fent' mixed in the Sprite, this ain’t lean, it’s do or die (Wooh!)
You get smoked before you blink, nigga, this that 843 vibe (Pow pow!)
Catch a stain, don’t say a word, just switch the fit and change the ride (Skrrt!)
Better pray, this ain’t no game, bitch we bangin’ nationwide (On God!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Shh—move in silence) (Brrra!) (843, this that pressure nigga!)

Talking Trap [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

What You Mean [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(Yuh) (Wooh) (Let’s Go!) (BRrrra)
Slatt! Slatt! Slatt!
(Pow) (YSL vibes, baby)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I spark it
Bitch in my lap, I park it (skrrt)
Switchin’ them lanes so sharp, I carve it (woah)
Two-tone blick, don’t start it (click-click)
That .40 blow, he departed (boom)
She eat the nut like it’s chocolate (mm-hmm)
Foreigns go room when I tap it (zoom)
Pistol got a pole and a gadget (brrrra)
Neck all froze, that’s magic (bling)
Yeah, I spark it (yeah)
Bentley wheel twist, I mark it (skrrt)
Bitch throw it back, I chart it (woo)
Face in the pillow, she hollerin' (loud)
High as a plane, I’m chartered (flyin’)
Stick make a thot go modest (facts)
Pop out the top like a bottle (pop)
Yeah, I'm lit, full throttle (vroom)

[Verse 1]
Draco on seat, it’s ridin' (yeah)
Money don’t fold, just pile in (stack)
Bitch talk slick, I silence (shhh)
Put her on block, then wild it (brrrra)
Gang got sticks, not violin (nah)
Fuck that bitch then smile in (grin)
Codeine talk, I dial in (drip)
I see red, then I'm dialin' (slatt)
Thick bitch come with mileage (ugh)
Throat game wild, no guidance (gag)
Zaza got me on islands (floatin')
Cut her off, no kindness (ghost)
I'm in the cut like violence (rah)
Dior mask, no virus (nah)
All black drip, no stylist (drip)
I'm not chillin’, I'm tyrant (king)
Fuck these thots, no wifin’ (never)
Big ol' racks, I'm typin' (count it)
Stick got aim, no sightin’ (boom)
His ass ran, then lightnin' (skrrt)
On my slime, no bitin’ (slime)

[Pre-Chorus]
Choppa got a switch and a chain on it (chop)
Hit the gas, flames spit out the frame on it (skrrt)
She don't love me, just want fame on it (nah)
I give dick, now she tatted my name on it (wow)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I spark it
Bitch in my lap, I park it (let's go)
Switchin’ them lanes so sharp, I carve it (whoo)
Two-tone blick, don’t start it (pow)
That .40 blow, he departed (brrrra)
She eat the nut like it’s chocolate (yum)
Foreigns go room when I tap it (skrrt)
Pistol got a pole and a gadget (rat-tat)
Neck all froze, that’s magic (bling)
Yeah, I spark it
Bentley wheel twist, I mark it (vroom)
Bitch throw it back, I chart it (clap)
Face in the pillow, she hollerin' (woah)
High as a plane, I’m chartered (up)
Stick make a thot go modest (sheesh)
Pop out the top like a bottle (pop)
Yeah, I'm lit, full throttle (zoom)

[Verse 2]
I be with demons and scholars (facts)
Shooters read scripts, then pop ya (boom)
I want her throat, not flowers (nah)
Hunnid round drum, got power (boom-boom)
She on her knees for hours (bless)
Dick in her lungs, she coughin' (ugh)
Don’t do dates, just doggin’ (ruff)
I get ghost, then vanish (poof)
Pink Runtz twist, I’m dancin’ (high)
F&N got manners (click)
No seatbelt, still landin’ (crash)
All black coupe, I’m bandit (slide)
Glock got kick, not jammin’ (nah)
Bitch so bad, need ransom (whoo)
I won't fold, no flannin’ (never)
Cash so fat, can’t manage (bands)
YSL drip, outstanding (drip-drip)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah, wooh)
I spark it (let’s go), I spark it (brrra)

Spark It [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cant't Love Thots [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyric:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Worst Way [Prod. PMO Music]

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