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]

Get an early listen of the upcoming single release by VNS Entertainment artists Floco. This track is full of movie script like description storytelling, along with bars and rhyme schemes laid on a fire beat by producer @bwaveyyyy. This is a DEMO official audio will be available 3/28. Follow both collaborators on IG for more content @vnsfloco @bwaveyyy

VNS Floco-Baby Blue

Slick Freestyle

Recrudesce (Prod. SACHY)

Bed Time (Prod. Ricky Conover)

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

AM to Dusk [Prod. PMO Music]

Passport Bros (feat. @darelevie) 
Produced by @darelevie

Passport Bros (feat. Dare Levie)

on your own Ft. SL Lucki 10k

New Era - BandUpDevo & AlmightyPat

CRYING/GERMANY

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Slatt—yeah (What)
Yuh, yuh, yuh—turn me up (Let's go!)
Woo—woo—bih! (Brrrrah!)

[Chorus]
Loose lips talkin', he a rat, he a trick (Snitch!)
I ain't slidin' through the block, not a tick (Skrrt!)
I been tag-teamin' your chick and her sis (Yeah, huh)
My dawgs never sat, we was stackin' the bricks (Woo!)
Snakes in the grass, all hissin', no missin' (Hiss!)
2900, my set, we persistent (Yeah)
Diamonds from the neck, like a lake, they glistenin' (Splash!)
Got her jumpin' on the stick, Cash Carti positionin' (What, yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I ain't pop out on that curb for a sec (Nah)
Mixin' red with the splash, that's a tech (Splash!)
Buildin’ high, I construct like it's Tetris (Tetris)
Eliantte water drippin’ straight from the vents, yeah (Drip!)
He got that blick? (Blick) He think he hot? (Hot)
I seen him fold in the room with the opps (Snitch!)
I sip the Wock', make the clock feel stopped (Stopped!)
I don’t do love, she a bop, she a thot (Bye!)

Told her "go", now she pushin' that road (Push!)
Put her on game, now she chasin' the goals (Run!)
Turn her to gold, now she glow in her role (Shine!)
She suck it slow like a cone in the cold (Slrrrp!)
Countin' my bag, show the league how I ball (Ball!)
In the boutique, yeah, I’m takin’ it all (Mine!)
Standin' like towers, I'm tall, never fall (Tall!)
Look like Yao Ming, and my eyes like they small (Lean!)
Carti got the wave, now they callin' me raw (Raw!)

[Chorus]
Loose lips talkin', he a rat, he a trick (Talkin'!)
I ain't slidin' through the block, not a tick (Skrrt!)
I been tag-teamin' your chick and her sis (Yeah, yeah)
My dawgs never sat, we was stackin' the bricks (Uh-huh!)
Snakes in the grass, all hissin', no missin' (Hiss, hiss!)
2900, my set, we persistent (Wooh!)
Diamonds from the neck, like a lake, they glistenin' (Bling!)
Got her jumpin' on the stick, Cash Carti positionin' (Yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 2]
Gimme a sec, yeah, gimme a moment (Wait!)
I'm in the field and I feel like I'm chosen (Chosen!)
I bend it, I twist it, I mold it, then own it (Own it!)
They want the drip, but they drown in the ocean (Splash!)
Hop out the whip with a bag like I'm ghostin' (Ghost!)
I got the juice, and it's potent, no potion (Drip!)
Feelin’ like flames, every verse I be roastin’ (Heat!)
That’s why they copy, they clones in slow motion (Woo!)

Talk like a boss and I walk with precision (Facts!)
Stackin' these visions, got plays with precision (Plays!)
In her dimension, I ghost in her system (Gone!)
Then I delete like I'm clearin' the mission (Delete!)
Yeah, get that cash (Cash), flip it then dash (Dash!)
Turnin' up spots when I pop like a flash (Pop!)
Never gon' crash, I just flex on the past (Skrrt!)
Carti with the swag, they just follow the path (Slatt!)

[Outro]
Loose lips talkin', he a rat, he a trick (Brrrah!)
I ain't slidin' through the block, not a tick (Yuh)
I been tag-teamin' your chick and her sis (Twin!)
My dawgs never sat, we was stackin' the bricks (What!)

Cash Carti Position [Prod. PMO Music]

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Cash Carti Position [Prod. PMO Music]

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