No fumblin is so nice this nice for real man

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Nice job. Good writing, performance,and production.

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)

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How Where Why( Prod.Eazy-A)

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Uh, yeah (Let’s go)
I don’t do talkin’, I live it (Woo)
Checks in my hand, I flip it (Huh)
Tell me who realer, admit it (Yeah)
Ayy, yeah (Pow!)

[Verse 1]
I just walked in with a bag (Huh)
Money so clean, need a rag (Woo)
They talk on the net, I just laugh (Go)
See me in person, they lag (Uh)
I don’t do cappin’ or actin’ (Nah)
If I say it, I mean it, no lackin’ (Yeah)
She hit my line, she distractin’ (Brrr)
Tell her “relax,” I’m in traffic (Skrrt)

She say she love how I talk (Huh)
Love how I move when I walk (Woo)
Said her lil’ man just a fraud (Yeah)
He tryna copy the sauce (Nah)
Told her don’t trip, just ride (Let’s go)
I make deposits, no slide (Huh)
Hundreds get thrown in the sky (Woo)
I got no limit, no tie (Go)

[Pre-Chorus]
Look at the chain, it’s dancin’ (Bling)
Look at the whip, I’m prancin’ (Skrrt)
They say they real, they actin’ (Huh)
Money keep flippin’, gymnastics (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Ayy, I’m too lit, no stoppin’ (Let’s go)
I don’t do small talk, just profit (Uh)
Bands in the bag, no wallet (Yeah)
I’ma go off like a rocket (Pow)
Too much ice, I’m glowin’ (Brrr)
Too much cash, not foldin’ (Woo)
I just keep runnin’ and runnin’ (Uh)
Whole lotta money, no fumblin’ (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
She hit my phone, need attention (Uh)
I’m at the bank, gotta mention (Yeah)
I don’t do love, I do business (Woo)
She say I’m cold, it’s the riches (Huh)
I don’t be beefin’ with clowns (Nah)
I just be stackin’ these pounds (Yeah)
City to city, I’m flyin’ (Woo)
Private jet seats, reclinin’ (Go)

She want a pic, I’m like, “Maybe” (Huh)
Tell her don’t play with me, baby (Woo)
I got a crib out in Cali (Yeah)
Pool in the back like the navy (Skrrt)
I don’t be stressin’ ‘bout nothin’ (Nah)
I just be countin’ these hunnids (Woo)
I hit the mall, drop a fifty (Go)
Then I just act like it’s nothin’ (Pow)

[Pre-Chorus]
Look at the chain, it’s dancin’ (Bling)
Look at the whip, I’m prancin’ (Skrrt)
They say they real, they actin’ (Huh)
Money keep flippin’, gymnastics (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Ayy, I’m too lit, no stoppin’ (Let’s go)
I don’t do small talk, just profit (Uh)
Bands in the bag, no wallet (Yeah)
I’ma go off like a rocket (Pow)
Too much ice, I’m glowin’ (Brrr)
Too much cash, not foldin’ (Woo)
I just keep runnin’ and runnin’ (Uh)
Whole lotta money, no fumblin’ (Yeah)

[Bridge]
I do what I want, they copy (Woo)
Big boy flex, no hobby (Huh)
Too much sauce, no sloppy (Nah)
Hundred-round drum, no stoppin’ (Pow)
I make the plays, no coachin’ (Go)
Money too long, no foldin’ (Yeah)
She wanna ride, no rollin’ (Woo)
I tell her chill, I’m focused (Huh)

[Verse 3]
I got the game in a lock (Yeah)
I do not trip, I just stock (Uh)
Walk in the club, they flock (Woo)
I hit the lot, drop top (Skrrt)
They tryna figure my wave (Huh)
I just be countin’ for days (Woo)
I don’t do minimum wage (Nah)
Only see hunnids, no change (Go)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
They be like, “Damn, he too smooth” (Huh)
She wanna slide, no pool (Woo)
I got a crib with a view (Yeah)
Yeah, haha
We out...

No Fumblin' [Prod. PMO Music]

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)

Got The Bounce

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No Fumblin' [Prod. PMO Music]

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