You guys are fire🔥🔥🔥🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

Lyrics:

Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, uh (Let’s go!)
Big moves only, no cap (Pow!)

[Chorus]
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
If I drop a stack, best believe I’ll get it back (Let’s go!)

[Verse 1]
So is it that I’m chosen? I’m living in slow motion (Chosen)
Big bankroll, I be chasing, I hit the gas and I’m racing (Skrrt!)
That money without motivation? Ain’t giving nothing, I take it (Nah)
They telling me, "Stay patient," but fuck it, I can’t wait (Uh-huh)
I’m at the plate, flood my neck, my diamonds look like a lake (Drip!)
Ain’t about money? Fuck a friend, keep the fake out my face (Woo!)
All I want is hundreds, in a brown paper bag (Bag)
They be pretending like they with you, then they stab in the back (Fake)
If it’s pretty, we gon’ stick it, pull up clean in a Benz (Pull up!)
They say that I’m on fire, I got ninjas they can’t contend (Heat!)
I’m out here paper chasing, grinding, tryna make some (Cha-ching!)
Came up from the dirt, had to switch the lane up (Switch it)
If I ever go broke, best believe I’ll take some (Take it!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Locked in, no brakes, I’m full throttle (Full throttle)
Big plays, we sippin’ out the bottle (Out the bottle)
Grind strong, I’m the one they wanna follow (Wanna follow)
Stack tall, money’s movin’ like it’s hollow (Let’s go!)

[Chorus]
I’m killin’ ninjas, baby, how you love that? (Yeah)
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 (Get it back)
I’m killin’ ninjas, baby, how you love that? (Love that)
I’m killin’ ninjas, baby, how you love that? (Yeah)
I been road running since the grind back (Wooh!)
If I drop a stack, best believe I’ll get it back

[Verse 2]
Ey, ik leef dit leven, alles op de lijn (Lijn)
Staal in m’n zak, ben beschermd, geen gezeik (Pow!)
Ben op straat, al die jongens weten wat ik doe (Doe)
Cash in de tas, en die stack is altijd nieuw (Cha-ching!)
Jij bent traag, ik beweeg als een schaduw (Schaduw)
Rolex op m’n pols, wat een koude uitstraling (Drip!)
Ze zeggen, “Wacht rustig,” maar m’n tijd is nu (Nu)
Geen liefde voor de straat, ik hou het real met m’n crew (Real)
Als ze komen, sta ik klaar, ik ben altijd paraat (Altijd)
Zie die lichten flitsen als ik cruised door de straat (Skrrt!)
Pak wat ik wil, ik leef voor de dag (Dag)
Als ik val, kom ik terug, want m’n grind is een vak (Vak)

[Pre-Chorus]
Niet stoppen, ga door, ik ben full speed 
Altijd in control, net een top G (Top G)
Ze zien me rollen, m’n flow zo ziek (Ziek)
Ik maak die moves, ik ben nooit te diep (Diep!)

How You Love That [Prod. PMO Music]

As a throwback to one of my first uploads ❤️
Listen to V1 over here:
https://soundcloud.com/pmo-music-ofc/malik-all-night-prod-pmo-music-rb

Lyrics:

[Intro]
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 V2 [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

Intro]
(PMO Music)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stackin’ My Bread [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Diamond Fangs [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics: 

[Intro]
ey, ey, ey (Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)

[Chorus]
Shorty too bad, I might need me another one (another one)
Fuckin' her friend, now she call me the troublesome (troublesome)
Hop out the jet, countin' racks by the hunnid sum (racks)
Talkin’ that flex, but they know they ain't one of us (nah)
I get that check, then I run it up, run it up (run it up)
Drip like a faucet, my diamonds just flooded up (flooded up)
Shorty get nasty, she eat it up, eat it up (eat it up)
Hop in the Lam’ and I speed it up, speed it up (skrrt)

[Verse 1]
She in the back of the Maybach (Maybach)
Told her sit back, let me lay back (lay back)
I ain't got time for the chit-chat (nope)
50 round drum make 'em zig-zag (brrr)
Shorty want love, but I told her relax (relax)
I ain't no hubby, I’m stuck in these racks (racks)
She throw it back, make it clap-clap (clap)
She ride the wave like a jet-ski attack (whoa)
Walk in the club, I don't look at the tag (nah)
Spend what I want 'cause I get it right back (yeah)
Hundred on chains, and they sit on my back (ice)
I mix the Wock' with the Sprite and the Act (woah)

[Pre-Chorus]
I just need racks, racks (racks)
Shorty got ass, ass (ass)
We in the back, back (back)
I hit the gas, gas (gas)
They throwin’ shade, they mad (mad)
I ran it up, too fast (fast)
Diamonds be hittin’, they flash (flash)
Too many baddies, they clash (woah)

[Chorus]
Shorty too bad, I might need me another one (another one)
Fuckin' her friend, now she call me the troublesome (troublesome)
Hop out the jet, countin' racks by the hunnid sum (racks)
Talkin’ that flex, but they know they ain't one of us (nah)
I get that check, then I run it up, run it up (run it up)
Drip like a faucet, my diamonds just flooded up (flooded up)
Shorty get nasty, she eat it up, eat it up (eat it up)
Hop in the Lam’ and I speed it up, speed it up (skrrt)

[Verse 2]
Walk in the mall, drop a check on some Louie (Louie)
Fuck up a bag, I ain’t worried, I do it (do it)
Shorty too freaky, she ride it like Suzuki (vroom)
Told her don’t talk, just get straight to the chewy (whoa)
Bands in my pocket, got knots, got knots (knots)
Shorty keep callin’, I block, I block (block)
Hop in the Benz and I drop that top (skrrt)
Flex on these boys, I ain't never gon’ stop (nah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Shorty keep blowin’ my phone up (ring-ring)
I don’t do love, keep the pole tucked (brrr)
I hit the gas, make the tires cut (skrrt)
Broke boy mad, he ain’t one of us (nah)

[Chorus]
Shorty too bad, I might need me another one (another one)
Fuckin' her friend, now she call me the troublesome (troublesome)
Hop out the jet, countin' racks by the hunnid sum (racks)
Talkin’ that flex, but they know they ain't one of us (nah)
I get that check, then I run it up, run it up (run it up)
Drip like a faucet, my diamonds just flooded up (flooded up)
Shorty get nasty, she eat it up, eat it up (eat it up)
Hop in the Lam’ and I speed it up, speed it up (skrrt)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Whoa, whoa, whoah

Another One [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

FCK Around [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

AM to Dusk [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Bounce That Shit [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One Step Ahead [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tokyo Drift [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah) Let's go! (Wooh)
Turn up the city (Huh)
Turn up the vibe (Pow)

[Verse 1]
I'm tryna stack me a mill' (mill')
Yeah, I'm tryna blow up the block (block)
I'm tryna flex with a deal (deal)
Yeah, I'm tryna count up a lot (lot)
I'm tryna cop me a Glock (Brr)
Yeah, 30-round drum on the spot (spot)
We finna run up a check (check)
We finna cash out a drop (skrrt)

(Yeah) Deal with the smoke if they want it (want it)
Pull up, they duckin', they runnin' (grr)
Hunnids, my pockets, they floodin' (floodin')
Bag full of racks, and it's stuffin' (stuffin')
She lovin' the life, and she bustin' (bustin')
Came from the hood, it’s disgusting (huh)
Ain’t trustin' these lames, they bluffin' (wooh)
Turn on my block, and it's thumpin' (Brr, brr)

[Pre-Chorus]
Shooters posted on the payroll (grr)
Big bands, yeah, I lay low (wooh)
Hit the switch, now they halo (halo)
Fast cars, never stay slow (skrrt)
Throwin' racks at the freak show (phew)
Goin' up like a reload (reload)
Out the trap, yeah, we beast mode (grr)
Still bossed up with the G-code (brrra)

[Chorus]
What? I'm tryna cop me a stack (stack)
Yeah, I'm tryna flood out my wrist (wrist)
I'm tryna break me a back (back)
Yeah, got her all on my list (list)
I'm tryna order a case (case)
Yeah, bottles poppin' like this (this)
We finna get on they ass (grr)
We finna get on they ass (pow)
We finna get on they ass (brr), huh

[Verse 2]
I'm rollin' deep with my dawgs (wooh)
Yeah, keep it tight with the squad (squad)
Money movin', no pause (huh)
Yeah, diamonds wet like a fog (fog)
Whippin' the foreign, no flaws (flaws)
Yeah, hunnid K on the cause (skrrt)
Playin' the game like a boss (boss)
Yeah, paid in full, no loss (loss)

These streets ain't made for the weak (nah)
Stay sharp, my clip on repeat (grr)
Talk down, your block finna leak (brr)
Keep silent, we move like a fleet (fleet)
She bad, and she know she elite (elite)
Red bottoms all over her feet (feet)
She ride, and we light up the beat (beat)
Stay high, ain't no touchin' my peak (peak)

[Pre-Chorus]
Shooters posted on the payroll (grr)
Big bands, yeah, I lay low (wooh)
Hit the switch, now they halo (halo)
Fast cars, never stay slow (skrrt)
Throwin' racks at the freak show (phew)
Goin' up like a reload (reload)
Out the trap, yeah, we beast mode (grr)
Still bossed up with the G-code (brrra)

[Chorus]
What? I'm tryna cop me a stack (stack)
Yeah, I'm tryna flood out my wrist (wrist)
I'm tryna break me a back (back)
Yeah, got her all on my list (list)
I'm tryna order a case (case)
Yeah, bottles poppin' like this (this)
We finna get on they ass (grr)
We finna get on they ass (pow)
We finna get on they ass (brr), huh

[Bridge]
Flip the brick, double it quick (quick)
Chasin' the bag, never a miss (miss)
Ice on my neck, frost on the drip (drip)
Pull up the whip, stars in the tint (wooh)
Hittin' the lick, stackin' the chips (grr)
Circle small, can't deal with a snitch (nah)
Cash rules, all about the rich (rich)
Street code, yeah, stay legit (brr)

Cop Me a Stack [Prod. PMO Music]

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