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Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Outside with Me [Prod. PMO Music]

How Where Why( Prod.Eazy-A)

Jumanji (feat. M!chael J, Aries 360)

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"Trent Saleet" CantStopTheFYAAAAAA (Prod.byPand)

Bed Time (Prod. Ricky Conover)

INVASION

CAN OF BEANS

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Bounce That Shit [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One Step Ahead [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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