PMO X 2wawe 🔥

It's here. The album that I had to make. I never could do anything well in life especially during my teens. It was as if every time I reached for something I kept slipping. It was like winter all year round. It was as if everything I stood on was 'ICY' and as thing's got worse I knew I needed to 'CHILL' but finding that 'CHILL' is hard when everything in your life has a 'ICY' surface that make's you slip. So to bridge that gap between 'ICY' AND 'CHILL' I found hip hop. Now that I've finished this album I can get on with my life and 'CHILL.' Things are great now. I'm happy. I'm winning. When making this album I did everything I fuckin wanted to do. It was like having control of space, matter and time. I will leave the chronicle of which you can 'ENCOUNTER AT FARPOINT.'

12 - Icy Chill - Headphones

Beat by 2wawe:
@siqmen-895011768
🔥FOLLOW NOW🔥

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(This that 2wave pressure!)
(PMO Music)

[Verse 1]
Flexin', flexin', flexin', I'm up to somethin',
Made a couple mil', now they wanna know who I'm touchin'
She hit my line, tryna catch a vibe, but I’m rushin'
No time for love, I’m too busy out here crushin'
Céline bags, lobster dinners, what I'm munchin'
Big racks stackin’, got ‘em mad, they ain’t sayin' nothin'
I see ‘em peepin’, they ain't want no smoke, just bluffin'
Made it from the bottom, now the top is where I’m struttin'
Got the game on lock, no time for all that frontin'
Whippin’ through the city, tinted windows, they all hushin’
I don’t trust ‘em, I just let the dollars keep comin'
I don't got no time to waste, all my moves stay runnin'
You was sleepin’, now you see the wave, better start swimmin', woo
Money ain't a thing, but the grind, I keep it movin', woo
I’m the plug in my city, they ain't knowin’ what I'm doin'
I see ‘em watchin', they can’t copy, but they tryin' to, woo

[Chorus]
I just flipped the script, now I’m on top
Money never stops, I just keep it hot
Lobster on the plate, girl, you ain’t my type
Chicken wings and fries, yeah, that’s my life
Bentley with the Phantom, got ‘em lookin' tight
Whippin’ through the block, money on my mind
She want the time, but I just let her ride
I keep it movin', ain't no need to slide

[Verse 2]
Ain't no dates, we just stackin' cakes
I’m out here runnin', never sleepin', never late
She tryna catch a vibe, but I’m out here movin’ weight
Private dinners, private jets, I ain’t got time to wait
I been on my grind, trap life, that's my fate
Hundreds in my pocket, ain’t no need to chase
She want a taste, but I just told her "Wait"
I’m busy stackin' figures, ain’t no time for playin' safe
I just copped a safe, now my stacks can’t break
Ain’t no stoppin' now, see the money, let it make
Private dinners movin' fast, money all on my plate
I been through the struggle, now they see me elevate
I don’t trust a soul, that’s just how I levitate
Chicken wings, fries, that's my vibe, that’s my state
She want a date, but she late, I ain’t got no time to wait
Trappin' every day, money movin' in the bank
I’m too busy, gotta thank the Lord, it's been great, woo

[Chorus]
I just flipped the script, now I’m on top
Money never stops, I just keep it hot
Lobster on the plate, girl, you ain’t my type
Chicken wings and fries, yeah, that’s my life
Bentley with the Phantom, got ‘em lookin' tight
Whippin’ through the block, money on my mind
She want the time, but I just let her ride
I keep it movin', ain't no need to slide

[Verse 3]
Ice cold, wrist froze, man, you know it’s nothin'
She said she wanna roll with me, but I’m busy stuntin’
Two hunnid on my wrist, now she steady frontin'
But I’m out here tryna make a mill’ while they bluffin’
Coupes and bikes, Lambo, I’m switchin’ lanes
Pop a bottle, celebrate the money and the pain
It’s a cold world, but I keep the fire in my veins
She want a piece, but I keep the fortune, no gains
I been grindin', shinin', never askin' for a thing
Money bags come quick, like I’m messin' with the king
I just pulled up, got ‘em lookin' at the ring
Life's a movie, but I ain't playin' no scene
I been mixin' work with the hustle, got ‘em all shook
Ain’t no time to stop, I just keep it in the books
Whippin’ foreigns, stackin' racks while they overlook
Stay grindin' ‘til I’m top, they still tryna hook, woo

[Outro]
Keep it movin', keep it pushin’, no time to lose
I been runnin' up the money, they been payin' dues
She want the vibe, but I just told her she can choose
Ain’t no love in this game, but I keep it cool, woo
Money stacks high, it’s a vibe, never lose
Lobster and wings, yeah, we rollin' with the crew
Big racks, big moves, that’s the life I choose
Ain’t no time for rest, I’m just makin' moves, woo

No Need To Slide [Prod. 2wawe X PMO]

Beat by 2wawe:
@siqmen-895011768
🔥FOLLOW NOW🔥

[Intro]
(This that 2wave pressure!)
(Yeah) — Dangerous — (Woo)
Whole block hot, we still outside (still)
Pressure built up, it made me thrive (yeah)
Ayy — run it up, no favors (nah)
They don’t want smoke, this life get dangerous — (2wave run that shit up yo!)

[Hook]
I get that pack, then I press it up (press it)
Turned to the plug, now I’m blessin’ up (woo)
Shorty see the racks, start dressin’ up (yeah)
If it ain’t about cash, don’t mess with us (nah)
If you ain’t about motion, stay in your lane (move)
We was broke, now we switchin’ planes (skrrt)
From the block to the stage, it’s contagious (uh)
They can’t touch this — we too dangerous (Pow)

[Verse 1]
(PMO Music)
Came up off flips, had to chase that (chase that)
Turned a zip to a brick, that’s payback (payback)
Everything clean, still play dirty (dirty)
Mind on a bag, I wake up early (early)
Shorty want love, I want commas (yeah)
No time for games, just drama (nah)
Used to post up right by the corner (corner)
Now the phone won’t stop, that’s a sauna (ring)
Pressure made a legend, no rumor (nope)
Turned all my stress to my fueler (fueler)
Whole team solid, no bloopers (nah)
Trap talk smooth like a jeweler (bling)
Did it off grind, not luck (never)
Every step paid, no duck (no duck)
Told my bro “count slow, don’t rush” (count it)
Now the bills all blue like a crush (woo)

[Pre-Chorus]
Never fold, even when it’s tense (nah)
Every move mean, no pretense (yeah)
Made a bag, then I made amends (facts)
Had to level up just to pay the rent (let’s go)

[Hook]
I get that pack, then I press it up (press it)
Turned to the plug, now I’m blessin’ up (bless)
Shorty see the racks, start dressin’ up (yeah)
If it ain’t about cash, don’t mess with us (nah)
If you ain’t about motion, stay in your lane (move)
We was broke, now we switchin’ planes (skrrt)
From the block to the stage, it’s contagious (woo)
They can’t touch this — we too dangerous (Pow)

[Verse 2]
Late nights, still chasin’ figures (figures)
No sleep, made real hitters (yeah)
Whole hood turned to believers (believers)
Got more drive than beamers (zoom)
Plug call twice, that’s a rerun (ring)
He know I flip quick — no refund (nah)
Gotta move smart, this street fun (street fun)
One wrong step, that heat come (woo)
Shorty on go, she don’t freeze (nah)
Said she love how I move with ease (ease)
Whole fit clean, but my soul got grease (grease)
Still got plans to own ten keys (yeah)
Money bring envy, that’s known (facts)
But I stay low key like a phone (buzz)
Every win feel carved in stone (stone)
No clone — this grind my own (pow)

[Bridge]
(Yeah) Built my name from nothin’ (from nothin’)
Turned pain into somethin’ (somethin’)
Every block, I’m buzzin’ (buzzin’)
No cap, no bluffin’ (nah)
She love how I move — that danger (that danger)
Whole vibe sharp, no changer (no changer)
They copy the style — I’m the painter (woo)
Life on the line, that’s Dangerous behavior (Pow)

[Hook]
I get that pack, then I press it up (press it)
Turned to the plug, now I’m blessin’ up (bless)
Shorty see the racks, start dressin’ up (dress)
If it ain’t about cash, don’t mess with us (nah)
If you ain’t about motion, stay in your lane (move)
We was broke, now we switchin’ planes (skrrt)
From the block to the stage, it’s contagious (uh)
They can’t touch this — we too dangerous (Pow)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Keep that grind tight — no loose ends (nah)
Every loss flipped twice — that depends (depends)
Dangerous — that’s the way it bends (yeah)
We built this fire, no need to pretend (woo)
Stacked my wins, now it’s endless — (brrah)
Trap too smooth, no fences — (yeah)
Stay alert, move relentless — (pow)
It’s all pressure, but we Dangerous (Woo!

Dangerous [Prod. 2wawe X PMO]

Rapped, written, arranged, composed, produced, originally performed by Jah-Femi Telewa

“Fries Stay Dry” definition: Regardless of the intense heat aka pressure I don’t lose integrity I don’t crumble or get weak (moist)… now you have it from the horses mouth save it …. 

A wandering hiphop heartbeat tangled with country grit forming a bold roaming rhythm.

Nikos Mavridis … Viola
Caitlin Thomas … Cello
André Vasconcellos … Electric Bass
Christiano Galvão … Acoustic Drums
Modern Jam … Mix n Master

Instruments: Cello, Bass, Drums, (808)- maybe 

Hmmm
Hmmm hmmm hmmmm

Verse one:
Uh
The streets preach and you ain’t listening 
These diamonds are just glistening 
They shining so bright but your feelings ain’t right 
These gems are like food, good for you too eat
But you talk a whole lot to keep your status in the street (hmm)
Summin ain’t right with your style of thinking 
I tell you when to move and you just stand there blinking 
I’m So confused, how you get drunk drinking 
Just asked your baby mama, and you ain’t even speaking 

Chorus 
Come again 
Back around 
I’m in town

Come again 
Back around 

Verse two:
You brag loud but your pockets ain’t listening
Flexing on the net while your rent keeps whispering
You claim you got heart but your courage stays missing
Even your own crew say you move like fiction
Talking like a boss but you fold when it’s time
I see the fear in your stance… it’s written in your spine
You chase cheap thrills but you running from the grind
Tryna act like a king… when you barely hold the line


Chorus 
Come again 
Back around 
I’m in town

Come again 
Back around 
I’m in town

Chorus 
Come again 
Back around 
I’m in town

Come again 
Back around 
I’m in

Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm

Verse three (sung):
I seen men rise just to fall in their pride
Chasing gold they can’t hold… running blind in the night
They talk loud, but their footsteps never match up the stride
Trying to walk like giants… but their shadows don’t lie
And I’m standing here steady while they drift in the wind
Saying strength is a posture, not the noise that you send
If you’re living by the street… better stand on your spine
Cause the truth cuts deeper than a razor’s thin line

Chorus:
Come again
Back around
I’m in town

Come again
Back around

Come again
Back around
I’m in town

Come again
Back around
I’m in

Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm

Fries Stay Dry (Jah-Femi,  Lew, SE Num & Stephen Cory) [Live Band Edition]

Beat by 2wawe:
@siqmen-895011768
🔥FOLLOW NOW🔥

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]

Beat by 2wawe:
@siqmen-895011768
🔥FOLLOW NOW🔥

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]

Falling

After the whispers, the rumors, and the “he fell off” talk, NML Hano is stepping back into the spotlight—and he’s louder than ever.

Once counted out, Hano spent his time away sharpening his pen, leveling up his sound, and finding a new drive that hits harder than anything he’s dropped before. The comeback isn’t just real—it’s undeniable. With renewed focus and a hunger that can’t be faked, NML Hano is ready to remind everyone why his name carried weight in the first place.

Falling Off!

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]

Another trak apart of my upcoming soundcloud album im working on ( Trap Gangstar ) this song is named after the album( Trap GangStar )

Trap GangStar

closure prod@jecz

SATURN

Beat by 2wawe:
@siqmen-895011768
🔥FOLLOW NOW🔥

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]

BA¢KGROUND (prod. Beachboy)

Death Grip

Beat by 2wawe:
@siqmen-895011768
🔥FOLLOW NOW🔥

Lyrics: 

[Intro]
(This that 2wawe pressure!)
Yeah — yeah
Straight off the block, I elevated (Let's go!)
Wrist on blizzard, fully decorated (Brrra!)
(PMO Music)

[Chorus]
Was broke as hell, now I'm paid in full (Paid)
G5 flights, cross the globe, no pull (Skrrt!)
Fifty band bricks in the Louis trunk (Bands)
Fine lil' shorty, she a diamond chunk (Wooh)
They throwin' shade, but I'm still the one (One)
Turned dreams to reality, it's done (Done)
Patek on freeze, yeah it's bustin' (Bust)
Street certified, I ain't frontin' (Nah)

[Verse 1]
(2wawe pressure!)
Started with nothin', no silver spoon (None)
Mama was grindin', two jobs in the room (Grind)
Now I pull up in the Cullinan, moonroof (Cullinan)
Opps speak loud till the stick go boom (Bow)
I held the squad down, no cap in my rap (Squad)
Real from the jump, that's a fact, no act (Fact)
Late nights posted on the corner map (Corner)
Servin' that work, flip the pack to a stack (Flip)
Now it's Amiri, I drip when I walk (Drip)
Cuban link heavy, it gleam when I talk (Gleam)
She wanna slide, put her legs on the dash (Yeah)
Told her chill out, this a Wraith, not a Jag (Wraith)
I played the field, now the check come direct (Direct)
Cut out the fake, get it straight to the neck (Straight)
They see the rise, now they givin' respect (Respect)
But I still slide like I'm watchin' my left (Still)

[Pre-Chorus]
All this struggle turned fuel (Fuel)
Dark days made me cruel (Cruel)
Now it's blueface rainin' cool (Cool)
Every play, I don't lose (Yeah!)

[Chorus]
Was broke as hell, now I'm paid in full (Paid)
G5 flights, cross the globe, no pull (Skrrt!)
Fifty band bricks in the Louis trunk (Bands)
Fine lil' shorty, she a diamond chunk (Wooh)
They throwin' shade, but I'm still the one (One)
Turned dreams to reality, it's done (Done)
Patek on freeze, yeah it's bustin' (Bust)
Street certified, I ain't frontin' (Nah)

[Verse 2]
(2wawe bless em up!)
Got a connect down in Texas and Cali (Connect)
Overnight packs, move 'em swift, no rally (Swift)
Young and I'm rich, was just starvin' last season (Season)
Now I stack blessings and hundreds for no reason (Hundreds)
She want the Birkin, I might flood the shelf (Shelf)
But I ain't spendin' if she movin' like help (Nah)
Keep it one hunnid, no room for the twelve (Twelve)
If you solid, then you know how it felt (Solid)
Phantom pull up, ghost doors, no handle (Ghost)
Backseat action, she wild, can't handle (Wild)
Can't trust a soul, they be switchin' for candles (Switch)
That's why the hammer stay close like a sandal (Bow)
From the hood to the billboards, made magic (Magic)
Still the same kid, no changin' the fabric (Never)
They chase the sauce, but can't bottle my classic (No)
I'm in my zone, gettin' rich off the passion (Zone)

[Bridge]
All these L's turned lessons (Lessons)
All these wounds turned blessings (Blessings)
I won't break, no stressin' (No)
On my wave, keep pressin' (Yeah — yeah)

[Chorus]
Was broke as hell, now I'm paid in full (Paid)
G5 flights, cross the globe, no pull (Skrrt!)
Fifty band bricks in the Louis trunk (Bands)
Fine lil' shorty, she a diamond chunk (Wooh)
They throwin' shade, but I'm still the one (One)
Turned dreams to reality, it's done (Done)
Patek on freeze, yeah it's bustin' (Bust)
Street certified, I ain't frontin' (Nah)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah — from the block to the penthouse view (View)
Can't slow down (No)
We paid now (Paid)
(Let's go!)
(This that 2wawe pressure!)

Paid In Full [Prod. 2wawe X PMO]

PMO Music – Just pure vibes. 🎶🔥 
Trap, reggaeton, and club energy that hits different. If you know, you know. 🎧

🔊 Follow us & feel the difference. #PMOMusic #Trap #Reggaeton #ClubVibes

No Need To Slide [Prod. 2wawe X PMO]

PMO Music

Related tracks