PMO X 2wawe 🔥

Beat by 2wawe:
https://soundcloud.com/siqmen-895011768
FOLLOW NOW

Lyrics: 

[Intro]
(This that 2wawe pressure!)
Yeah (Woooh), I'm floatin’ through this skyline, digital in my mind (Yeah)
Neon in my veins, diamonds blinkin’ in time (Skrrt)
Bass hit—(Boom)—I slide, can’t rewind (Nope)
Code in the flow, AI in the grind (Let’s Go!)
(2wawe run that shit up yo)

[Verse 1]
Waveform drippin’, I surf on the static (Woah)
Light beams bend when I move automatic (Brrra)
Press that button, new world, cinematic (Yeah)
They talk chrome hearts, but my soul metallic (Sheesh)
I’m in the loop, no human—just patterns (Patterns)
Glass house tinted, reflections shatterin’ (Crack!)
That Blicky sound digital, glitch when it scatterin’ (Blick)
Money talk binary, zeros flatterin’ (Haha, yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Synthed out feelin’, I’m lost in the bass (Lost in the bass)
My chain too loud, can’t keep it in place (Wooh)
These lights don’t blink, they code in my face (Face)
I’m driftin’ off tempo—no trace, (No trace, yeah)

[Chorus]
Spaceship vision, can’t see me slide (Slide)
Bassline heavy, it move the sky (Sky)
Whole block digital, chrome outside (Chrome)
Energy infinite—can’t die (Can’t die, nah)
(Wooh) Pop that seal, no limit, I fly (Fly)
She glow like synths, all bright in her eyes (Eyes)
I talk through waves, no talkin’ lies (Nah)
I bend that sound, Future in my vibe (My vibe, yeah)

[Verse 2]
(2Wave)
Pixel in my cup, I sip in design (Sip, sip)
Bassline chasin’ me, I’m outrunnin’ time (Zoom)
Still in my zone, 3 A.M. prime (Prime)
Draco pulse, neon in the line (Pow)
Chain look holographic, move in code (Code)
I press start—new realm, upload (Upload)
Got my ice like data—overflow (Flow)
If it glitch too hard, then the world explode (Boom!)
I’m in that trap where the synths don’t sleep (Nah)
808s kick, heart skip—too deep (Too deep)
Money in the waveform, secrets I keep (Keep)
Slide in the dark—no street, just beat (Beat, yeah)

[Bridge]
(Pause)
Soundwave walkin’, bassline stalkin’ (Wooh)
I talk in loops, these beats keep talkin’ (Yeah)
Light flick—beam split, mind unlockin’ (Unlockin’)
Binary dreams, I drip when I’m walkin’ (Drip)
Everything coded, the streets still glow (Glow)
No chords, just motion, the synths all flow (Flow)
I’m powered by pressure, the data gon’ show (Show)
If they play with the gang, that chip might blow (Brrra, boom!)

[Chorus]
Spaceship vision, can’t see me slide (Slide)
Bassline heavy, it move the sky (Sky)
Whole block digital, chrome outside (Chrome)
Energy infinite—can’t die (Can’t die, nah)
(Wooh) Pop that seal, no limit, I fly (Fly)
She glow like synths, all bright in her eyes (Eyes)
I talk through waves, no talkin’ lies (Nah)
I bend that sound, Future in my vibe (Vibe, yeah)

[Outro]
Wave fade slow, I’m still in the climb (Still in the climb)
Glow in the dark—my soul online (Yeah)
Trap through the wires, no signs, no lines (Nah)
Just bass, just shine—(Wooh)—divine (Divine, yeah)

Future In My Vibe [Prod. 2wawe]

Beat by 2wawe:
https://soundcloud.com/siqmen-895011768
🔥FOLLOW NOW🔥

[Intro]
(This that 2wawe pressure!)
Yeah (Brrra)
Yeah (Wooh)

[Verse 1]
Pop out the wraith, I’m bendin’ the sky (Yeah)
Beam on my hat, I’m seein’ through lies (Skrrt)
Mixin’ that sprite with a potion, I’m fly (Woah)
Carti type bounce, my aura too high (Slatt)
VVS talkin’—they gossip a lot (Huh)
I’m laughin’ to racks, they punchin’ the clock (Haha)
Whip got no key, it teleport spots (Zoom)
I walk like a glitch, I’m bendin’ the block (Yeah)
Draco sing lullabies, hush to the opps (Shh)
Ice on my wrist, that’s frost on the crops (Freeze)
Mixin’ that tech with a cosmic drop (Woah)
Wrist lookin’ like a strobe when the world just stop (Blink)

Slide with the Bands, dance like it’s sentient (Yeah)
Whole lotta YN’s, whole lotta tension (Woo)
Money stretch long like a bad suspension (Haha)
Laughin’ at the hate, needa new dimension (Skrrt)
Caught me on the roof talkin’ business with pigeons (What?)
That’s code for the trap, no cap, just visions (Facts)
Pull up in the night, no sound, no friction (Shh)
Talk too loud, that beam make decisions (Pow)

[Pre-Chorus]
Floatin’ in the coupe like I’m dreamin’ again (Dreamin’)
Smokin’ out the pain, now I’m seein’ my twin (Twin!)
Double my cup, that’s a mirror within (Woah)
Trap sound holy but it came from sin (Yeah!)

[Chorus]
Blast off—2wave pressure (Let’s go!)
Money in the safe, can’t measure (Nah)
Beam on the pole, that’s pleasure (Brrra)
Whole lotta smoke, that’s leisure (Woo)
Drip too loud, that’s pressure (Slatt)
Laugh too hard, that’s treasure (Haha)
Blick in the bag, no lecture (Pow)
Life too wild, that’s texture (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I’m laughin’ at the world from a different time zone (Haha)
Talkin’ to my fit, “You cold like a stone” (Ice)
Plug talk sweet, but his tone too grown (Uh)
So I switched my sim and I changed my phone (Yeah)
Glock got a laser, it point to the throne (Beam)
YN’s in the back just scrollin’ through bones (Woo)
Pockets got depth, can’t fit no loan (Nah)
I’m rich in silence—broke talk groan (Huh)

Hop in the track, it warp like static (Skrrt)
My flow too manic, my thoughts cinematic (Yeah)
Paint my whip black, but the soul all graphic (Drip)
I laugh at the ops, they glitch in traffic (Haha)
Moonwalk steppin’—Balenci’ elastic (Moonwalk)
Vibe too sharp, might cut through fabric (Slice)
I don’t do drama, just matrix magic (Nope)
Whole lotta drip, that’s tragic (Splash)

[Bridge]
Yeah (Yeah), I move like a myth in a function (Wooh)
Beam on the Blick, that assumption (Pow)
Mixin’ codeine with the gumption (Sip)
My life like a film with no junction (Cut)
Whole lotta noise, but I love that thunder (Yeah)
Flash from the wrist, that’s summer (Blink)
Carti-type bounce, no blunder (Woo)
This that 2wave, don’t wonder (Slatt)

[Chorus]
Blast off—2wave pressure (Yeah)
Money in the safe, can’t measure (Nah)
Beam on the pole, that’s pleasure (Brrra)
Whole lotta smoke, that’s leisure (Woo)
Drip too loud, that’s pressure (Slatt)
Laugh too hard, that’s treasure (Haha)
Blick in the bag, no lecture (Pow)
Life too wild, that’s texture (Yeah)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Wooh)
I laugh at the hate—too clever (Haha)
Moonlight talk, that’s tether (Yeah)
Two-tone Blick, that’s weather (Pow)
This that 2wave pressure—forever (Brrra)

2 Wave Pressure [Prod. 2wawe X PMO]

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

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(This that 2wave pressure!)
Yeah (wooh) — Gucci drill (yeah)
Dirty cup, space spill (let’s go)
She say I’m toxic, bitch I’m real (ha)
Double seal, double deal (skrrt skrrt)
(PMO Music)

[Verse 1]
She said I’m heartless, I said “bitch, that’s thrill” (yeah)
Draco with extensions like I’m playin’ for a mil (brrra)
YN’s in the back count racks with a chill (woo)
Beam on a nigga head, call that holy will (ha, ayy)
Mix the syrup with the Tesla, autopilot on the hill (skrrt)
She want love, I gave her Wi-Fi — bad signal still (yeah)
I’m the type to fuck her friend, then ask her how she feel (haha)
She said I’m evil, I said “bitch, I’m ideal” (woo)

[Chorus]
I been floatin’ through the city, double cup infinity (yeah)
Glock sing a symphony, bullets hit in symmetry (pow pow)
Nigga think he kin to me — nah, that’s just mimicry (woo)
Ice so cold, it made the devil catch the shivery (bitch, yeah)
Countin’ money, laughin’ like a villain in a parody (hahaha)
Told that hoe don’t stare at me unless you bringin’ clarity (yeah)
My life like an NFT, I’m sellin’ all my rarity (drip drip)
Spaceship seats smell like codeine and prosperity (skrrt)

[Verse 2]
(2wave RUN IT UP)
(Pow pow) — I don’t chase hoes, they orbit round (yeah)
Gave her one pill, she float off ground (float)
I just bought a blicky, it don’t make a sound (shhh)
When that beam touch you, that’s holy ground (amen)
Mixin’ Margiela with the trap aroma (drip)
Niggas still cappin’ on Motorola (haha)
I just made a hunnid K off a coma (facts)
Sleepwalk to the bag — that’s insomnia diploma (yeah)
She said, “Why you cold?” I said, “bitch, that’s global” (woo)
Ice on my wrist make a nigga bipolar (brrr)
Told her she my twin flame, then ghosted like Yoda (skrrt)
Whole gang outside, look like Fashion Nova soldiers (gang)

[Pre-Chorus]
Sip slow, move fast — paradox in the flesh (yeah)
My opps play chess, but I’m already death (woo)
Glock got a tongue, it don’t speak, it confess (pow)
Every shot I take bless the streets, I’m possessed (hah)

[Chorus]
I been floatin’ through the city, double cup infinity (yeah)
Glock sing a symphony, bullets hit in symmetry (pow pow)
Nigga think he kin to me — nah, that’s just mimicry (woo)
Ice so cold, it made the devil catch the shivery (bitch, yeah)
Countin’ money, laughin’ like a villain in a parody (haha)
Told that hoe don’t stare at me unless you bringin’ clarity (yeah)
My life like an NFT, I’m sellin’ all my rarity (drip drip)
Spaceship seats smell like codeine and prosperity (skrrt)

[Bridge]
Bitch I’m solar — I glow when I’m broke (yeah)
You post quotes — I post poles and hope (pow)
Nigga want smoke, then I hand him a toke (ha)
Beam got a brain, it think when I poke (woo)
I’m futuristic, bitch — chrome in my veins (brrra)
Drip so sick, it need quarantine chains (yeah)
Laugh to the bank, then cry champagne (haha)
Every dollar dirty — baptized in pain (wooh)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
I’m somewhere between heaven and a pint, (yeah)
Double cup dreams, neon light (skrrt)
Tell that bitch don’t text unless she wired right (woo)
Sippin’ slow, dreamin’ bright — goodnight (ha)

Gucci Drill [Prod. 2wawe X PMO]

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]

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]

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]

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