Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Runnin’ Through The City  [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Move like Magic V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Text Me Back [Prod. PMO Music]

Check Out V1 Over Here:
https://soundcloud.com/pmo-music-ofc/am-to-dusk-prod-pmo-music

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

AM to Dusk V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tesla [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Missile [Prod. PMO Music]

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

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

How You Love That V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

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

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

PMO - Floatin [Prod. Eugene Mack]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck Blick [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Phoenix flex [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Way Up V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miss U Bad [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Outside with Me V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]
...

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

Vinyl Crackle [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Black Truck [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

RASPUTA V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Beam Talk [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ON GO [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Plane Mode [Prod. PMO Music]

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

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

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Another One (Remake) [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


All Night V3 [Prod. PMO Music]

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Lyrics:

[Intro]
(This that 2wave pressure!)
Yeah (wooh) — Gucci drill (yeah)
Dirty cup, space spill (let’s go)
She say I’m toxic, bitch I’m real (ha)
Double seal, double deal (skrrt skrrt)
(PMO Music)

[Verse 1]
She said I’m heartless, I said “bitch, that’s thrill” (yeah)
Draco with extensions like I’m playin’ for a mil (brrra)
YN’s in the back count racks with a chill (woo)
Beam on a nigga head, call that holy will (ha, ayy)
Mix the syrup with the Tesla, autopilot on the hill (skrrt)
She want love, I gave her Wi-Fi — bad signal still (yeah)
I’m the type to fuck her friend, then ask her how she feel (haha)
She said I’m evil, I said “bitch, I’m ideal” (woo)

[Chorus]
I been floatin’ through the city, double cup infinity (yeah)
Glock sing a symphony, bullets hit in symmetry (pow pow)
Nigga think he kin to me — nah, that’s just mimicry (woo)
Ice so cold, it made the devil catch the shivery (bitch, yeah)
Countin’ money, laughin’ like a villain in a parody (hahaha)
Told that hoe don’t stare at me unless you bringin’ clarity (yeah)
My life like an NFT, I’m sellin’ all my rarity (drip drip)
Spaceship seats smell like codeine and prosperity (skrrt)

[Verse 2]
(2wave RUN IT UP)
(Pow pow) — I don’t chase hoes, they orbit round (yeah)
Gave her one pill, she float off ground (float)
I just bought a blicky, it don’t make a sound (shhh)
When that beam touch you, that’s holy ground (amen)
Mixin’ Margiela with the trap aroma (drip)
Niggas still cappin’ on Motorola (haha)
I just made a hunnid K off a coma (facts)
Sleepwalk to the bag — that’s insomnia diploma (yeah)
She said, “Why you cold?” I said, “bitch, that’s global” (woo)
Ice on my wrist make a nigga bipolar (brrr)
Told her she my twin flame, then ghosted like Yoda (skrrt)
Whole gang outside, look like Fashion Nova soldiers (gang)

[Pre-Chorus]
Sip slow, move fast — paradox in the flesh (yeah)
My opps play chess, but I’m already death (woo)
Glock got a tongue, it don’t speak, it confess (pow)
Every shot I take bless the streets, I’m possessed (hah)

[Chorus]
I been floatin’ through the city, double cup infinity (yeah)
Glock sing a symphony, bullets hit in symmetry (pow pow)
Nigga think he kin to me — nah, that’s just mimicry (woo)
Ice so cold, it made the devil catch the shivery (bitch, yeah)
Countin’ money, laughin’ like a villain in a parody (haha)
Told that hoe don’t stare at me unless you bringin’ clarity (yeah)
My life like an NFT, I’m sellin’ all my rarity (drip drip)
Spaceship seats smell like codeine and prosperity (skrrt)

[Bridge]
Bitch I’m solar — I glow when I’m broke (yeah)
You post quotes — I post poles and hope (pow)
Nigga want smoke, then I hand him a toke (ha)
Beam got a brain, it think when I poke (woo)
I’m futuristic, bitch — chrome in my veins (brrra)
Drip so sick, it need quarantine chains (yeah)
Laugh to the bank, then cry champagne (haha)
Every dollar dirty — baptized in pain (wooh)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
I’m somewhere between heaven and a pint, (yeah)
Double cup dreams, neon light (skrrt)
Tell that bitch don’t text unless she wired right (woo)
Sippin’ slow, dreamin’ bright — goodnight (ha)

Gucci Drill [Prod. 2wawe X PMO]

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah (Woo), slime talk (Slatt)
Drip too hard, can’t walk (Yeah), ayy (Brrra)
I’m the plug, not the runner, what’s up? (What’s up?)
YSL, no talk — we up! (Let's go!)

[Chorus]
Plug talk, I’m the wave, I don’t surf (Nah)
Niga got a beam on the stick, don’t chirp (Brrra)
Glock in my hand, make a verse go purge (Woo)
YSL chain, that slime gon’ merge (Yeah, yeah)
Whole lotta racks on me, that splurge (Splurge!)
Shorty on me, lil’ freak, she twerk (Twerk!)
Young rich niga, I don’t ever do church (Nah)
If you talkin’ too loud, get murked (Pow!)

[Verse 1]
Drip too cold, make the ice look sunny (Slatt)
YN slide with a pole, that’s money (Yeah)
Plug so deep, got keys like a bunny (Woo)
Trap doin’ laps, that sht too funny (Brrra)
Phone keep ringin’, that’s plays all day (Ring!)
Niga want smoke? Get hit broad day (Bow!)
Blick on my hip, got beam, no spray (No spray)
YSL tag, that’s gang, no play (Gang!)
Foreign lil’ btch, got curves, no brakes (Skrrt)
Tell her pop one, then slide my way (Yeah)
Nigas talk tough, but they sweet like cake (Facts)
Plug in the city, got weight, no fake (Woo)

[Pre-Chorus]
Bag in the safe, I don’t need no deal (Nah)
Ice on my wrist, can’t tell what’s real (Drip)
Slime in the field, I’ma slide for real (Slide!)
Nigas talk tough, but they cap, no kill (Cap!)

[Chorus]
Plug talk, I’m the wave, I don’t surf (Nah)
Niga got a beam on the stick, don’t chirp (Brrra)
Glock in my hand, make a verse go purge (Woo)
YSL chain, that slime gon’ merge (Yeah, yeah)
Whole lotta racks on me, that splurge (Splurge!)
Shorty on me, lil’ freak, she twerk (Twerk!)
Young rich niga, I don’t ever do church (Nah)
If you talkin’ too loud, get murked (Pow!)

[Verse 2]
Slatt talk, yeah we speak that code (Slatt)
Draco on me, yeah it spit no joke (Blah)
Wrist on froze, that pole gon’ glow (Ice)
Niga want smoke, that soul gon’ go (Go!)
Cartier lens, can’t see no opp (Nah)
Blicky in the bag, that bitch don’t stop (Don’t stop)
Plug in the A, that line don’t drop (Never)
Trap house jumpin’, that sht non-stop (Woo)
Mixin’ up sauce, got slime in the pot (YSL)
Four pockets full, I’m feelin’ like Baby (Baby!)
Stick too tall, that btch too crazy (Pow!)
If you cross gang, that shit get wavy (Woo!)
Nigas want clout, but I’m too paid (Paid)
Pop that talk, get hit, no shade (No shade)
Whip that work like I’m chef with a blade (Blade)
Plug in the cut, that move get made (Yeah)

[Bridge]
(Yeah) Trap phone jumpin’ like it’s double Dutch (Woo)
Money in the safe, can’t fold too much (Nah)
Slime life, niga, can’t trust no clutch (Slatt)
If it ain’t racks, I don’t talk too much (Never!)
(Yuh) Plug in the whip, that tint too black (Black)
Beam on the Glock, can’t miss, that’s facts (Facts)
Roll up a wood, then I slide right back (Slide)
YSL chain, that drip too max (Drip!)

[Chorus]
Plug talk, I’m the wave, I don’t surf (Nah)
Niga got a beam on the stick, don’t chirp (Brrra)
Glock in my hand, make a verse go purge (Woo)
YSL chain, that slime gon’ merge (Yeah, yeah)
Whole lotta racks on me, that splurge (Splurge!)
Shorty on me, lil’ freak, she twerk (Twerk!)
Young rich niga, I don’t ever do church (Nah)
If you talkin’ too loud, get murked (Pow!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, slatt, we up (Yeah)
Plug talk, big racks, no bluff (No bluff)
Beam on the stick, no cuff (Pow!)
YSL, that’s blood, that’s us (Slatt, slatt)

–


Plug Talk [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yuh, yuh, let’s go!)
(Ayy, woah, turn me up!)
(Yeah, yeah, pow!)

[Chorus]
I mix my highs with my lows, yeah, my aura impeccable (woah)
Your girl hit my phone, said my vibe unforgettable (let’s go)
Ride in the city, two Lambos identical (skrrt)
They all know my name, and my plays astronomical (pow)
I’m the one she been dreamin’ of nightly (nightly)
Flex on the gram, now they tryna be like me (like me)
Countin’ up racks, got me feelin’ invincible (whoa)
Name in their mouth, every word sensational (yuh).

[Verse 1]
I’m a demon with it, see the fire in my visuals (yeah)
Two-tone chain on my neck, that’s a ritual (bling)
Back to back whips, yeah, I’m movin’ habitual (skrrt)
Stackin’ these racks till it’s borderline mythical (woah)
(Yeah) Your girl callin’ me a miracle
Said I’m the vibe and my drip is ethereal (pow)
From the trenches, but my stats look imperial (yuh)
Got no ceiling, my success is spherical (brrah).

Got a bad chick, curves like a Tesla (zoom)
Late-night vibes, yeah, she lovin’ my texture (whoa)
She my ride or die, we don’t care about the pressure (nah)
Diamonds on my wrist got her caught in the gesture (ice, ice).
I be in my zone, yeah, I’m colder than Pluto (cold)
She said I’m the GOAT, but they knew that, who knew though? (who knew?)
Racks on racks, my whole life like a movie (film)
And my opps just actin’, they ain’t really unruly (fake).

[Chorus]
I mix my highs with my lows, yeah, my aura impeccable (woah)
Your girl hit my phone, said my vibe unforgettable (let’s go)
Ride in the city, two Lambos identical (skrrt)
They all know my name, and my plays astronomical (pow)
I’m the one she been dreamin’ of nightly (nightly)
Flex on the gram, now they tryna be like me (like me)
Countin’ up racks, got me feelin’ invincible (whoa)
Name in their mouth, every word sensational (yuh).

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no decimals, my commas exponential (money)
Pockets on swole, yeah, the growth ain’t preventable (nope)
She addicted to my vibe, call it chemical (vibe)
Now my haters tryna copy my schedule (copy that).
(Yeah) Got a mansion with the views panoramic (whoa)
Wrist cold, make ‘em freeze like Titanic (ice)
She want the vibe, told her it’s organic (let’s go)
Tryna match me? That’s gon’ take dynamics (brrah).

I been in my bag, movin’ savage like Rambo (woah)
Countin’ blue faces, yeah, my pockets on commando (bands)
Rollin’ through the block, turn the street to a bando (skrrt)
Chain so bright, make it hard for them to handle (bling).
Keep the drip tight, yeah, I’m clean, no detergent (clean)
Always on go, my success is emergent (whoa)
They say I’m next, I been passed that verdict (yuh)
Came from the mud, now my flex is assertive (grind).

[Chorus]
I mix my highs with my lows, yeah, my aura impeccable (woah)
Your girl hit my phone, said my vibe unforgettable (let’s go)
Ride in the city, two Lambos identical (skrrt)
They all know my name, and my plays astronomical (pow)
I’m the one she been dreamin’ of nightly (nightly)
(PMO Music)

Highs & Lows V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Sombras que se cruzan lento—baby, close the blinds
Tu esencia me captura, vibra suave en mis lines
Respiras en mi cuello, rompes todos mis confines
La noche se desliza mientras tu perfume define

[Verse 1]
Muévete despacio, mami, juega con mi mente
Tu cintura dibuja curvas que queman de repente
“Touch me deeper”, dices—voz tan incandescente
El cuarto vibra al eco de tu ritmo transparente

Mis manos en tu espalda—piel de electricidad
Tu boca es una llave que abre mi ansiedad
“Keep it coming”, susurras con sensualidad
Y el aire se hace corto—pura complicidad

Lentas coordenadas marcando nuestro sur
El tacto de tus dedos me vuelve casi azul
“Say my name”, yo respondo con un murmullo tenuz
Tú fluyes como un pulso que se enreda en mi luz

[Pre-Chorus]
Acércate más, que la sombra del deseo
Nos envuelva sin medida, sin reloj y sin rodeo
Tu mirada es un hechizo que pronuncio y no bloqueo
Cada beso tuyo vibra como un íntimo trofeo

[Chorus]
Muéveme así—pegadita al borde de mi voz
Tu aliento sobre mi pecho se convierte en cosmos
“You make me melt”, lo digo y suena atroz
Porque tu aura se desliza como un sueño en overdose

Muéveme así—tu figura contra mi razón
Cruza el aire tibio con esa coordinación
“Baby, don’t stop”, resuena en la habitación
Somos dos destellos líquidos, una misma vibración

[Verse 2]
Kijk hoe je stapt—m’n bloed wordt warm, heel ruw
Straatstaal op je lippen, mami, blijft zo schuw
Je draait met klasse—alles voelt nieuw
Als je fluistert “kom dichter”, word ik damn near stuuw

Akka vibes in de kamer—twijfel wordt gesmoord
Je handen aan m’n hoodie, chaos ongehoord
Je heup beweegt sluw, alsof de tijd ontspoort
Die blik van jou—messcherp, elke grens doorboord

Ik trek je naar me toe—nacht wordt staal en goud
Onze schaduwen vervlechten, ritmisch en koud
Je stem is een labyrinth dat alleen ik vertrouw
Je zegt “hou vast”—een bevel dat ik nauwkeurig onthoud

Je nails langs m’n rug—m’n hart gaat te hoog
We glijden zonder rem, alsof het leven zoog
Alles smelt samen—warm, diep, en droog
Dit is pure bedroom chaos—zonder dialoog

[Bridge]
Sube mi pulso, rózame sin fin
Tu toque es una ruta que siempre lleva al jardín
“Stay right here”, lo dices, suave y sutil
Tu boca escribe historias al borde de mi confín

[Chorus]
Muéveme así—pegadita al borde de mi voz
Tu aliento sobre mi pecho se convierte en cosmos
“You make me melt”, lo digo y suena atroz
Porque tu aura se desliza como un sueño en overdose

Muéveme así—tu figura contra mi razón
Cruza el aire tibio con esa coordinación
“Baby, don’t stop”, resuena en la habitación
Somos dos destellos líquidos, una misma vibración

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Luces desmayadas—cuerpos hechos ritual
Tu sombra sobre mi pecho, un poema sensual
“One last touch”, me pides—un eco visceral
Y la noche nos envuelve en un pulso inmortal

Destellos Líquidos [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Ayy, Phantom (Wooh, wooh)
Bling, ha
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Grim on arrival, bitch, I'm a sleeper
Creepin' through your hedges, I get colder when I see ya (Yeah)
Trap lane, nigga, you know where the fiends crowd at
The block blaze, 12 circle deep—can't be ’round that (Frrt)

[Verse 1]
Uh, uh, slide through the shade
Mask tucked tight so my name never fade (Yeah)
Uh, uh, pressure never swayed
Forty with a beam, if I lift—he get sprayed (Pow)
Uh, uh, born in the zone, I attest
March with the crew like we steppin’ in a fest (Let's go)
Uh, uh, shoot like the best
Three after three, feel ’em build in my chest (Brrrt)
Run up the counts while these niggas be out of pocket
Spyin’ on the kid, but they never gon’ stop it
Copy every move like they tryna make a profit
Ice on my neck, now it glimmer like a comet (Wooh)
YN ties, I was really out here mobbin’
Strapped with a pole, ain't no fiction—I was joggin’
Real street motion, I was never out here bloggin’
Heaven ain’t callin’, so the hood kept talkin’ (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Grim on arrival, bitch, I'm a sleeper
Creepin' through your hedges, I get colder when I see ya (Uh)
Trap lane, nigga, you know where the fiends crowd at
The block blaze, 12 circle deep—can't be ’round that

[Verse 2]
Uh, uh, bend through the smoke
Whole squad tucked with a Blick and a scope (Brrra)
Uh, uh, cutthroat cloak
Run up on a lane, put the fear in his throat (Wooh)
Uh, uh, draped in the set, I align
Walkin’ like a general, crew right behind (Yeah)
Uh, uh, score on the line
Hit ’em from the corner, watch the numbers all climb (Pow)
Stick in the coat, while these niggas be tryna mock it
Glide through the lane, got the motion in my pocket
Pages they flip, but they never finna top it
Chrome on my wrist, got it sparklin’ like a rocket (Ha)
Whip in the alley, I was livin’ through the crisis
No help came, had to strategize the slices
Work so clean, got the clientele the nicest
Streets too cold—had to double up the vices (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Grim on arrival, bitch, I'm a sleeper
Creepin' through your hedges, I get colder when I see ya
Trap lane, nigga, you know where the fiends crowd at
The block blaze, 12 circle deep—can't be ’round that (Frrt)

[Verse 3]
Uh, uh, creep through the route
Eyes on the prize, never fallin' to the drought (Wooh)
Uh, uh, silence the doubt
Pole in the pants, if it raise—lights out (Pow)
Uh, uh, turf what I rep with the pride
March in a line, whole squad in a stride (Yeah)
Uh, uh, heat on the side
Triple after triple, got the scoreboard wide (Brrrt)
Hustle like a titan while these niggas steady watchin’
Movin’ with the ghost, but they still tryna plot it
Fold under pressure, but the kid never drop it
Chain too loud, whole room finna clock it (Ha)
YN pulse, I been runnin’ with the chosen
Late night shift on the block where it’s frozen
Bricks in the pack, got the motion steady dozin’
Life on the edge—had to keep the door closin’ (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Grim on arrival, bitch, I'm a sleeper
Creepin' through your hedges, I get colder when I see ya
Trap lane, nigga, you know where the fiends crowd at
The block blaze, 12 circle deep—can't be ’round that (Frrt, frrt)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Ayy, Phantom (Wooh)
Bling, ha

Triple After Triple [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah (wooh), yeah (let’s go!), yeah (pow)
Flames in my chest when I step in the spot (yeah)
Whole club shakin’, every lil’ move too hot (wooh)
Bass go boom when the gang pull up on the block (BRRRRA)
I’m charged like a wire, ain’t no way I’ma stop (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, I’m lit like a flare
Bad bitch givin’ brain, she ain’t usin’ a chair
Racks in the air, throw it up, I don’t care
Money counter goin’ dumb, sound like BRRRRR in the lair
I’m on that Jeliel, I’m on that Cactus
Trap jumpin’ like it’s moshpit at Astroworld practice
She suck me like a cactus, juice drip, no cactus
Then I kick her out the whip, skrrt off in that matte black
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, I’m gone off the gas
Percy in my cup, movin’ slow like a sloth
Diamonds wet like a pool, make a splash when I walk
Opp talkin’ crazy, put his face on a cross
Pull up, YEAH, hop out, WOAH
Two tones on the teeth, rose gold
Bad bitch with me, ass on swole
She ride me like a Rodeo, no clothes
Whole gang winnin’, no loss
Trap house boomin’, no off
Money keep comin’, can’t stop
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, we up!

[Pre-Chorus]
(Yeah) Slide with the blicky like a king with a crown (BRRA)
Opps tuck tail when the crew come around (wooh)
YN’s posted on the roof, no sound (sshhh)
Scope on the pole put a op in the ground (pow)

[Chorus]
We up (yeah), big checks (yeah), whole squad movin’ ruthless (let’s go!)
Fast lane livin’, every step too foolish (wooh)
Ice too bright, leave ’em stuck, so clueless
Hood all behind me, vibe so boostless (yeah)
Gas in my lungs and the stick on tuck (stick)
Money stack tall like it never give a fuck (fuckn)
Shawty wanna ride but she know what’s up
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH—whole gang in luck (pow)

[Verse 2]
Back to the motion (yeah), I’m driftin’ like tides (wooh)
Slide with the crew when it’s time for a ride (slide)
Matte black whip got the stars in the side
No roof, just smoke floatin’ out like pride (yeah)
Stick with a beam make a op think twice (pow)
Cold on my wrist like I’m trapped in ice (wooh)
Shawty too fine but she come with a price
She bounce on the pole like she rollin’ dice (yeah)
Bands in my jeans, no foldin’ ’em up (nah)
Money talk loud like it’s callin’ my bluff (wooh)
Nigas wanna flex but it never enough
One wrong move, whole block get rough (pow)

[Bridge]
—Yeah (yeah)
Heavy on the gas, no brakes (no brakes)
Whole lotta risks that we take (we take)
Lights in the sky when we wake (wooh)
Every new night more cake (cake)
—Yeah (pow)
Chasin’ that win with the squad (squad)
Stick in the back like a rod (blicky)
Livin’ too loud for a god (yeah)
But we still slide on the yard (slide)

[Chorus]
We up (yeah), big checks (yeah), whole squad movin’ ruthless (wooh)
Fast lane livin’, every step too foolish (BRRRRA)
Ice too bright, leave ’em stuck, so clueless
Hood all behind me, vibe so boostless (yeah)
Gas in my lungs and the stick on tuck (stick)
Money stack tall like it never give a fuck (fuckn)
Shawty wanna ride but she know what’s up
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH—whole gang in luck (pow)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
IT’S LIT! (yeah)
STRAIGHT UP! (wooh)
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH (pow)
We up—no stops—no fear—let’s go!

We Up [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics: 

[Intro]  
(PMO Music)  
Brrra—dat—dat—pow! (yeah!)  
Skrrt off the lot, gang (let’s go!)  
Ayy—ayy—huh!  

[Verse 1]  
Pull up, hop out, Glock go baow-baow-baow (blaow!)  
Diamonds wetter than a motherfuckin’ chow chow (drip!)  
I was juggin’ Nokia, flip phone style (brrring!)  
Now the iPhone twerkin’ with a hundred thou’ (racks!)  
Bad bitch suck it through the ski mask (slurp!)  
Opps send shots, we send ‘em right back (brrat!)  
Choppa eat a niga face like Big Mac (munch!)  
Leave his brains scrambled, call it Egg Mac (scramble!)  
Plug sent the load on a jetpack (whoosh!)  
Fifty bricks dance like it’s TikTok (dance!)  
I’m in the trap doin’ kickflips (skate!)  
Turn a soft brick to a hard knot (whip!)  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Racks—racks—racks, thumb bleedin’ (ow!)  
Choppa go brrat, demons screamin’ (brra!)  
Bitches twerk-twerk, ass breathin’ (thicc!)  
One wrong word, put him on a tee quick (rip!)  

[Chorus]  
Trap goin’ stupid, call it special ed (dumb!)  
Draco spit fire, leave his dreads red (flame!)  
Whole lotta money, bed full of bread (stacks!)  
I’m the plug’s son, I ain’t never scared (nah!)  
Trap goin’ stupid, call it special ed (bounce!)  
Draco spit fire, leave his dreads red (pow!)  
Whole lotta money, bed full of bread (racks!)  
I’m the plug’s son, I ain’t never scared (gang!)  

[Verse 2]  
Finesse the cashier at the corner store (gimme dat!)  
Walk out with bags like I’m Santa Claus (ho ho!)  
Glock got a dick, make it fuck the laws (raw!)  
Opps post a threat, now they lost in sauce (drown!)  
Ice on my wrist look like Frosted Flakes (frost!)  
Bitch gave me brain, now she graduate (smart!)  
Cook in the kitchen, wrist rotate (whip whip!)  
Pack hit the block, do the Harlem Shake (shake!)  
Slide through the hood in a stolen Range (skrrt!)  
Beam on his nose, Rudolph with the range (red!)  
Racks in my mouth, I can’t talk straight (mumbles!)  
Turn his main bitch to a cheap date (thot!)  

[Bridge]  
Brrat—brrat—brrat—huh (brra!)  
Yeah—yeah—let’s go—huh (go!)  
Pow—pow—pow—blah (blaow!)  
Gang—gang—gang—blah (gang!)  

[Verse 3]  
I’m off the Perc’, movin’ like a sloth (slow!)  
But the money run fast like Usain Bolt (dash!)  
Choppa sing high notes, opera throat (la-la!)  
Leave a opp floatin’ like a rubber boat (splash!)  
Diamonds VVS, they do jumping jacks (jump!)  
Bad bitch arch it, throw it back like tax (refund!)  
Trap house boomin’, neighbors call the cops (ring!)  
We just reload and keep makin’ drops (send it!)  
Mask on tight like it’s COVID season (cough!)  
One phone tap, whole block get even (wipe!)  
Racks so tall, need a ladder just to count (up!)  
I’m the king of this shit, where my crown? (crown!)  

[Breakdown]  
Dat—dat—dat—dat—dat (brrt!)  
Huh—huh—huh—huh—huh (yeah!)  
Bow—bow—bow—bow—bow (pow!)  
Gang—gang—gone!  

[Chorus]  
Trap goin’ stupid, call it special ed (dumb!)  
Draco spit fire, leave his dreads red (flame!)  
Whole lotta money, bed full of bread (stacks!)  
I’m the plug’s son, I ain’t never scared (nah!)  

[Outro]  
(PMO Music)  
Skrrt—brrra—pow—gone (yeah!)  
Trap still jumpin’, we on!

Special Ed [Prod. PMO Music]

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Lyrics:

Intro]
(This that 2wawe pressure!)
Yeah — yeah — yeah
Slatt — slatt — slatt
Sleep time, lets go!(brrrra)
(PMO Music)

[[Verse 1]
I’m the sandman with the stick, fairy dust lead (lead)
Slide through shadows on the block where the night gon’ feed (feed)
Glitter in the wind when I move with the Glock on speed (speed)
Whispers in the alley say my name like a myth they heed (heed)
YN’s posted on the corner with a shine so greed (greed)
Scope on the beam when it kiss through the dark like seed (seed)
Blick in my coat, and it hum like the pipes don’t bleed (bleed)
Trapline buzz like a swarm when the fiends stampede (stampede)

Bitch I’m the sandman, drift through the night (night)
Glock on my hip hum low like it’s born to bite (bite)
(Yeah) Dust on my palms turn a shadow to light (light)
Words cut sharp when I step in the fight (fight)

[Chorus]
Sleep time, put his ass to bed (sleep)
Drac’ sing like a lullaby right to his head (bow)
No bedtime story, just red beams instead (pow)
He thought he was dreamin’, woke up dead (dead)
Sleep time, whole clique gettin’ stretched (yeah)
One call, them youngins pull up, no text (skrrt)
Night night, close them eyes, permanent rest (rest)
Catch him slippin’ in his whip, now he a mess (mess)

[Verse 2]
(2wawe let them sleep yo!)
Slide through the block like a thief in the dark (thief)
Beam on his chest, lookin’ like a question mark (huh?)
He was flexin’ with that whip, now it’s gettin’ parked (mine)
Bodies droppin’ back to back, call it Noah’s Ark (two)
I ain’t wrestlin’ but I put him in a headlock (lock)
Switch go tick-tick, sound like a death clock (tick)
Time’s up, lil’ homie, better run your luck (run)
But it’s too late, face down in the truck (face down)
We don’t do the talkin’, we just do the walkin’ (walk)
Mask on, gloves on, no prints when we chalk ’em (chalk)
He was actin’ tough online, now he silent (shhh)
Put him in a coffin, that’s the only retirement (retire)

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah — yeah (yeah)
It’s gettin’ late (late)
Close your eyes (eyes)
Accept your fate (brrrra)
Draco by the bed make the whole block quake
Fucking up his night got his whole squad ate


[Verse 3]
(2wawe run it up!)
I’m the boogeyman, creepin’ where you lay your head (creep)
Pillow talk with the stick, leave his pillow red (red)
He was livin’ too fast, now he movin’ slow (slow)
Angels came quick, told the devil hello (hello)
We don’t play fair, catch him at the store (store)
Walk down gang, ain’t no runnin’ out the door (nah)
Fifty shots ring out, sound like fireworks (boom)
Fourth of July in his hood, now it’s network (net)
Youngins hungry, they’ll spin for a mention (spin)
I just point, they go handle the tension (go)
No remorse, no regret, no repentance (none)
Sleep time forever, that’s the sentence (forever)

[Chorus]
Sleep time, put his ass to bed (sleep)
Drac’ sing like a lullaby right to his head (brrrra)
No bedtime story, just red beams instead (pow)
He thought he was dreamin’, woke up dead (dead)
Sleep time, whole clique gettin’ stretched (stretched)
One call, them youngins pull up, no text (pull up)
Night night, close them eyes, permanent rest (rest)
Catch him slippin’ in his whip, now he a mess (mess)

[Outro]
Yeah — sleep time
Permanent nap, no rewind (nope)
Opps gettin’ laid down every time (every time)
(PMO Music)
Slatt — slatt — brrrra
Sleep tight, niga
(This that 2wawe pressure!)

Sleep Time [Prod. 2wawe X PMO]

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Lyrics:

[Intro]
(This that 2wawe pressure)
Yeah, yeah, brrrra
(PMO Music)
Skrrt-skrrt, pull up in a demon (wooh)
Trap still boomin’, let’s get it

[Chorus]
Trap house jumpin’ like it’s ‘96 (pow)
Whippin’ in the kitchen, wrist on froze, bitch (brrrra)
Dope in the Pyrex, flip it, make it kick (yeah)
Hunnids keep comin’, blue strips, that’s the lick (let’s go!)
Racks in the ceiling, can’t fit in my jeans (no cap)
Diamonds hittin’ harder than codeine dreams (ice)
Plug keep callin’, say the load just landed (brrrt)
Whole gang eatin’, we don’t do the famine (PMO!)

[Verse 1]
Woke up to a brick, good mornin’ (good mornin’)
Scale on the counter, it’s still yawnin’ (stretch)
Fiends at the door like Jehovah (knock knock)
Serve ‘em through the peephole, no talkin’ (move)
Got a bad Spanish mami, she call me papi (papi)
She count up the profit, then top me (sloppy)
Two-tone the AP, it’s glossy (shine)
I came from the trap, never sloppy (never)
Forgiatos spinnin’ like helicopters (skrrt)
Opps keep dissin’, get turned into pasta (grrah)
I’m really him, check the roster (facts)
Whole team winnin’, no losses (2wawe on GO!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, flip it, flip it, flip it, make it do a backflip (flip)
Pot on the stove doin’ gymnastics (whip)
Money counter goin’ through a spasm (brrrt)
If I ever go broke, that’s a cataclysm (nooo)

[Chorus]
Trap house jumpin’ like it’s ‘96 (pow)
Whippin’ in the kitchen, wrist on froze, bitch (brrrra)
Dope in the Pyrex, flip it, make it kick (yeah)
Hunnids keep comin’, blue strips, that’s the lick (let’s go!)
Racks in the ceiling, can’t fit in my jeans (no cap)
Diamonds hittin’ harder than codeine dreams (ice)
Plug keep callin’, say the load just landed (brrrt)
Whole gang eatin’, we don’t do the famine (PMO!)

[Verse 2]
(2wawe cooking up!)
Quarter mil’ cash in the duffel (duffel)
Still ride with the stick, I don’t tussle (bow)
Young niga rich, I don’t hustle (nah)
But I’ll still get you touched like a muscle (touchdown)
Draco in my lap when I’m parkin’ (grrah)
Opps see the tint, get to barkin’ (woof)
Turn a tough guy into a carcass (dead)
Then go cash out at the market (bands)
I was down bad on my dick (broke)
Now the Maybach got a fridge (skrrt)
Pourin’ up mud in my kids (lean)
Still pray I don’t see the feds (nope)
Mama said “boy, you the one” (mama)
So I turned nothin’ into some (racks)
Now the trap beat like a drum (boom)
And we still ain’t never done (PMO!)

[Bridge]
Yeah — yeah — yeah
Countin’ all this money got me tired (tired)
But I can’t go to sleep ‘til I’m higher (high)
Double cup purple like the Vikings (lean)
Trap phone keep ringin’, it’s excitin’ (brrrt)
[Chorus]
Trap house jumpin’ like it’s ‘96 (pow)
Whippin’ in the kitchen, wrist on froze, bitch (brrrra)
Dope in the Pyrex, flip it, make it kick (yeah)
Hunnids keep comin’, blue strips, that’s the lick (let’s go!)
Racks in the ceiling, can’t fit in my jeans (no cap)
Diamonds hittin’ harder than codeine dreams (ice)
Plug keep callin’, say the load just landed (brrrt)
Whole gang eatin’, we don’t do the famine (PMO!)

[Outro]
(This that 2wawe pressure)
Skrrt-skrrt, gone
Trap still boomin’, yeah
We out (brrrra)
(PMO Music)

Trap House Jumpin’ [Prod. 2wawe X PMO]

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Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michael Jackson V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah — grrah, grrah
Ice on my neck, frostbite in the air (brr)
Trap phone blowin’, I’m a millionaire (brrt-brrt)
Pull up, four-wheel, make the whole block stare (skrrt)
PMO, let’s go!

[Chorus]
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, one-fifty on the bike (fast)
Bang-bang-bang, let the draco sing tonight (grrah)
Same gang, same scars, never left the life (slatt)
Ain’t my fault the streets made me cold as ice (no cap)
Y’all on voodoo, fake drip, no motion (woo)
I was with my shooter, ghost mode, no postin’ (shh)
Y’all sip dodo, we pour four in the Ocean (lean)
Scooter to the Phantom, now the kid stay floatin’ (gone)

[Verse 1]
Sixteen doin’ wheelies, Vespa with no license (huh)
Move silent like Tesla, ghost ridin’ the violence (shhh)
Free the wolves in cages, they still howlin’ the loudest (woof)
Brown in Manchester, KDB with the passes (Kevin)
Twenty bands in the chain, ice drippin’ like Alaska (brr)
Aura on froze, walk in, club turn to plasma (wow)
Racks on the table, make the haters collapse (bands)
They see me like Chapo, fed cases, no lapse (boss)

[Verse 2]
Short king, money tall, touch the roof with the stacks (racks)
Queen in Chanel, she don’t trip, she adapt (she good)
Marina nights, yacht rockin’, no cap (water)
Bag a Moroccan dime, pure motion, no chat (zina)
From the block to the top, no brakes, no stop (never)
Same plug, same love, still feedin’ the block (facts)

[Chorus]
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, one-fifty on the bike (fast)
Bang-bang-bang, let the draco sing tonight (grrah)
Same gang, same scars, never left the life (slatt)
Ain’t my fault the streets made me cold as ice (no cap)
Y’all on voodoo, fake drip, no motion (woo)
I was with my shooter, ghost mode, no postin’ (shh)
Y’all sip dodo, we pour four in the Ocean (lean)
Scooter to the Phantom, now the kid stay floatin’ (gone)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Grrah — bow
Slatt — PMO

One Fifty [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:



Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Hit With The Switch  V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

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Lyrics:

[Intro]
(This that 2wave pressure!)
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy
Rackades on me, uh (BRrrra)
(PMO Music)
T-Raww, let’s get it (Let's Go!))

[Chorus]
Pull up in the coupe, no roof, it’s a movie (Skrrt)
Bad bitch with me, double Ds, she a groupie (Yeah)
Diamonds on my neck, they bite like a pitbull (Ice)
Whole team eatin’, nigga, that’s a big full (PMO!)
Money keep on callin’, I can’t miss it (Brrrt)
Gold on my teeth, every smile cost a ticket (Bling)
She said she want the raw, told her “Come and get it” (Raww)
Tyga man, king shit, I’m the one they mimic (T-Raww!)

[Verse 1]
Lamb’ truck matte black, push the button, it attack (Skrrt skrrt)
Backwoods full of thrax, blow it out, then relax (Woo)
She throw it back fast, told her “Make it clap-clap” (Clap)
Ass so fat, had to throw a couple racks back (Racks)
West Coast king, gold links on the pinky ring (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m really him, you just rappin’ ’bout a dream (Cap)
Tigers on my feet, Bape hoodie with the fleece (Ayy)
Pull up to the club, twenty bottles at my seat (PMO!)
I been gettin’ money since MySpace was the wave (Facts)
Now it’s private jets, flyin’ bitches out the states (Gone)
She said “Tyga, why you never call me back?” (Huh?)
’Cause I’m in the booth, countin’ blue strips in the trap (Brrra)

[Pre-Chorus]
Ice on freeze, wrist on ski (Ski)
She on her knees, beggin’ “Baby, please” (Please)
I told her “Ease, this ain’t free” (Nah)
VIP, only bosses with me (Let's Go!)
[Chorus]
Pull up in the coupe, no roof, it’s a movie (Skrrt)
Bad bitch with me, double Ds, she a groupie (Yeah)
Diamonds on my neck, they bite like a pitbull (Ice)
Whole team eatin’, nigga, that’s a big full (PMO!)
Money keep on callin’, I can’t miss it (Brrrt)
Gold on my teeth, every smile cost a ticket (Bling)
She said she want the raw, told her “Come and get it” (Raww)
Tyga man, king shit, I’m the one they mimic (T-Raww!)

[Verse 2]
Ten chains on, feel like Flavor Flav (Bling blaow)
She give me brain, I ain’t gotta behave (Woo)
Pool in the crib, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a wave (Splash)
Bitch, I’m paid-paid, check the W-2 page (Millions)
Rolls-Royce Wraith, stars in the ceiling (Uh)
She said “You the realest,” I’m like “Baby, what’s the feeling?” (Facts)
Told her bring a friend, now it’s two in the villa (Twin)
Both of ’em tens, call ’em Kylie and Bella (Yeah)
I’m the young nigga that they study in the textbooks (Tuh)
Still in the hood, throwin’ money like a cook book (Racks)
She said “Tyga, can you stay?” I said “Look, look”
I got a flight at six, gotta bounce like a crooks crook (Gone!)

[Bridge]
Ayy, ayy — turn me up (Turn me up)
Bad bitches only, never wife one up (Never)
Money counter go brrrt, never stop, never stuck (Brrrt)
PMO the gang, run it up, run it up (Let's Go!)

[Chorus]
Pull up in the coupe, no roof, it’s a movie (Skrrt)
Bad bitch with me, double Ds, she a groupie (Yeah)
Diamonds on my neck, they bite like a pitbull (Ice)
Whole team eatin’, nigga, that’s a big full (PMO!)
Money keep on callin’, I can’t miss it (Brrrt)
Gold on my teeth, every smile cost a ticket (Bling)
She said she want the raw, told her “Come and get it” (Raww)
Tyga man, king shit, I’m the one they mimic (T-Raww!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, T-Raww, last king (BRrrra)
Still gettin’ money, still doin’ my thing (Yeah)
Ayy, ayy, gone — (Let's Go!)
PMO, 2025, we on, nigga (Woo)

Movie [Prod. 2wawe X PMO]

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Check Out V1 over Here: 
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Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Woah) (Yeah) (Ayy, let's go!)

[Verse 1]
I fucked a bitch in the back of a Phantom
Instagram model, her waist like a anthem (Wooh)
Told her don’t text me, I ghost her like Danny
Glock got a drum, it be beatin’ like Manny (BRRR)
She wanna stay but I told her to vanish
Only pull up if she bad and she Spanish (Yeah)
Movin' that pack like I’m workin' in transit
Fifty bands flipped, turned a trap to a mansion (Sheesh)
Rollie got ice and it dance in the moonlight
FN in reach, it be kissin’ my jean tight (Pow)
Opps gettin' watched like a screen, get the green light
Told my lil’ shooter, he purge when it seem right (Grrt)
Keep that shit tucked, I ain't showin' no mercy
She give me head like she studied at Berkeley
Still in the kitchen with bricks gettin’ dirty
Code in my sprite got me leanin’ like Percy (Yeah, bitch)

[Chorus]
I fucked a bitch and then dipped, now she lurkin’
She was too basic, I’m done with the flirtin’
Still gettin' paid off the phone, this shit workin’
Glock with a switch, now that fuckn' shit burstin’ (BRRA)
Racks in a safe, I ain’t touchin' no bank
Hit from the back, now she walkin' with crank (Haha)
She call me toxic, I’m blowin' her mind
But I ghost a bitch quicker than blinkin' an eye (Yeah)
I keep a Glock like it’s part of my fashion
Run up on me, I turn Niggas to ashes
Still in the trap with that pressure, no cappin’
Opps want the smoke? Then it’s fire, we matchin’ (Woo!)

[Verse 2]
Shit get too hot, I might dip to the islands
Glock on my waist like I’m dressed for the violence
Bitch said she love me, I told her, “you wildin’”
Only thing I love is these bands I be pilin’ (Yeah, racks)
Skrrt off the scene in a matte-black demon
Smokin’ exotic, this pack got me dreamin’ (Smoke)
Niggas be hatin', I flex for no reason
She wanna fuck me in spring, summer, and seasons (Pow!)
All of this ice got my neck feelin’ heavy
Strapped in the coupe, got a chop like a Chevy
Bitch tryna trap me, I’m never that petty
Still in the cut like a switch, movin’ deadly (Deadly)
Told her “come through,” now she blowin' my celly
I ain't reply, I was countin' this Fetty (Cash)
Keep it 100, I move like a don
Still got that smoke like a chef with the bomb (Boom!)

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