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Block Me (speny + four3va)

Lyrics:

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (woo)
We ain't playin' round here (nah)
Too much sauce, too much flex (let’s go!)

[Chorus]
Exclusive drip (drip), top-tier fit (fit)
Walk in the spot (spot), they know I’m lit (lit)
Ice on my wrist (brrr), frozen like bricks (pow)
Run up a bag (bag), don’t ever slip (nah)
Exclusive drip (drip), too legit (woo)
Racks in the vault (vault), money don’t quit (skrrt)
Came from the grind (grind), never forget (no)
Now it’s just W’s (yeah), nothin’ but hits (brrr)

[Verse 1]
Chain on me swingin’ like Tarzan (whoa)
Whip out the lot, that’s a spaceship, no car, man (skrrt)
Pockets obese, they expandin’ like broadband (big)
Made it from nothin’, now run up them large bands (yeah)
F*ck do they mean? They ain't talkin’ to me (nah)
Numbers go up like they stockin’ the cheese (woo)
Baguettes on my wrist got the light goin’ freeze (brrr)
Step in the game like a legend, believe (let’s go)

[Pre-Chorus]
Flex on these opps (what?), flex on these fakes (what?)
They tried to hate (huh?), now they just chase (woo)
I got the keys (keys), open the gates (gates)
Only the realest, no room for the lames (skrrt)

[Chorus]
Exclusive drip (drip), top-tier fit (fit)
Walk in the spot (spot), they know I’m lit (lit)
Ice on my wrist (brrr), frozen like bricks (pow)
Run up a bag (bag), don’t ever slip (nah)
Exclusive drip (drip), too legit (woo)
Racks in the vault (vault), money don’t quit (skrrt)
Came from the grind (grind), never forget (no)
Now it’s just W’s (yeah), nothin’ but hits (brrr)

[Verse 2]
I keep it tucked (tucked), they know what’s up (up)
Private jet takeoff, I’m never stuck (woo)
AP two-tone, this ain’t no luck (nah)
Hundred-round drum, don't press ya luck (brrr)
Designer the fit, I just pop tags (yeah)
Pushin’ the foreign, don’t check the dash (skrrt)
Came from the mud, now the bank account splash (whoa)
Tell ‘em keep up, I be movin’ too fast (pow)

[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (woo)
They see me winnin', they mad (mad)
Countin' these hunnids, no cap (cap)
F*ck do they mean? I’m back (let’s go)

[Chorus]
Exclusive drip (drip), top-tier fit (fit)
Walk in the spot (spot), they know I’m lit (lit)
Ice on my wrist (brrr), frozen like bricks (pow)
Run up a bag (bag), don’t ever slip (nah)
Exclusive drip (drip), too legit (woo)
Racks in the vault (vault), money don’t quit (skrrt)
Came from the grind (grind), never forget (no)
Now it’s just W’s (yeah), nothin’ but hits (brrr)

[Verse 3]
Swerve in the lane like I’m dodgin’ the past (skrrt)
They used to doubt, now they see me surpass (woo)
Walk in Dior, I don’t look at the tags (nah)
Runnin’ through money like sprints on the track (brrr)
They call me GOAT (what?), I’m on a roll (let’s go)
Penthouse view when I sit on the throne (whoa)
Flooded the bezel, I shine on my own (brrr)
All of this money, I never feel lone (nah)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Exclusive drip, yeah (woo)
We just up now (pow)
They ain't catchin' up (nah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (skrrt)


Exclusive Drip [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music) (Yeah, yeah)
(We flexin’ on ‘em) (Woo, woo)
(Ayy, turn me up) (Skrrt!)

[Chorus]
I been flexin’ on you, yeah, you know what it do (What it do!)
Drip too cold, make the whole block shiver too (Brrr!)
Diamonds dancing, VV’s got ‘em blind like peek-a-boo (Woo!)
Catch me swervin’ foreigns, I don’t even need a roof (Skrrt!)
I been flexin’ on you, racks up, sky blue (Yeah)
New chain heavy, wrist game shine through (Bling, bling!)
You be talkin’ crazy, but we know it ain't true (Nah)
I been flexin’ on you, I been flexin’ on you (Flex, flex!)

[Verse 1]
Big bankroll, I ain't never seen a drought (Nope!)
Fifty on my neck, make a hater shut his mouth (Shh!)
Rollin’ up exotic, only gas, no doubt (Gas, gas!)
I just hit the jeweler, left that bitch fuckin iced out (Bling!)
I been speedin’ in that Lambo, hit the gas and I'm out (Gone!)
Switchin’ lanes, doin’ 80, gotta take a different route (Skrrt!)
I ain't worried ‘bout the past, all my hunnids crispy now (Crispy!)
You be cappin’, you ain’t touchin’ what I count (Nah, nah!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, who gon’ check me? (Who? Who?)
Money stretchin’ longer than a jet ski (Jet ski!)
I be rollin’ dolo, keep that toolie right next to me (Pow, pow!)
Say they want the smoke, but they softer than a sesame (Hah!)

[Chorus]
I been flexin’ on you, yeah, you know what it do (What it do!)
Drip too cold, make the whole block shiver too (Brrr!)
Diamonds dancing, VV’s got ‘em blind like peek-a-boo (Woo!)
Catch me swervin’ foreigns, I don’t even need a roof (Skrrt!)
I been flexin’ on you, racks up, sky blue (Yeah)
New chain heavy, wrist game shine through (Bling, bling!)
You be talkin’ crazy, but we know it ain't true (Nah)
I been flexin’ on you, I been flexin’ on you (Flex, flex!)

[Verse 2]
Louis V my kicks, Balenci on my shades (Yeah)
Got a model chick, but I still might misbehave (Hah!)
I just put the team on, put ‘em all in chains (Woo!)
Every time we pop out, it’s a movie, set the stage (Lights!)
Hundred K deposit, tell ‘em keep the fuckin’ change (Keep it!)
All these blue faces got me swimmin’ in the rain (Splash!)
Swervin’ past the opps, I ain't playin’ in their games (Nope!)
They be movin’ funny, so I had to switch the lane (Skrrt!)

[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, what you know about the grind? (What you know?)
Workin’ through the winter just to make the summer shine (Shine!)
I been out in Cali, blowin’ hundreds like it’s time (Woo!)
You ain’t never seen it, you just talkin’ out your mind (Facts!)

[Chorus]
I been flexin’ on you, yeah, you know what it do (What it do!)
Drip too cold, make the whole block shiver too (Brrr!)
Diamonds dancing, VV’s got ‘em blind like peek-a-boo (Woo!)
Catch me swervin’ foreigns, I don’t even need a roof (Skrrt!)
I been flexin’ on you, racks up, sky blue (Yeah)
New chain heavy, wrist game shine through (Bling, bling!)
You be talkin’ crazy, but we know it ain't true (Nah)
I been flexin’ on you, I been flexin’ on you (Flex, flex!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Flexing On You [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]
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

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All in ft Akavįsst (prod. Burnymadeit)

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yuh) (We up now) (Wooh) (Brrrra)
(Skrrt) (Run it up) (Pow)

[Chorus]
I drip like code, encrypted motion (yuh)
Niga talk tough, get lost in the ocean (woah)
Flickin' my wrist — that time in slow spins (bitch)
Fuck that deal, we own our own shit (grrah)
Bands in the mattress, dreams in the ceiling (woo)
Steel in the coat, no love, no feelin' (skrrt)
Eyes in the mist, my soul not healin’
But I walk with demons, and I’m still willin’ (let’s go!)

[Verse 1]
Lace up chrome on a jet black fit (bling)
Float through time in a room that glitch (brrr)
Hunnid round stick, got a glitchin' twitch (pow pow)
My name don’t echo, it hit like bricks (uh)
Slide in silence — velvet mission (shh)
Bitch too bad, but her heart's transmission (failin’)
Ice on my chain like a priest in prison
Nigas ain’t gods, they just fake with vision (wooh)
Don’t do the talkin’, just step with lead
Turn one move to a war instead (yeah)
Ghosts in my ear, they chant my thread
Every block I bend, paint streets in red (skrrrra)

[Pre-Chorus]
No name, no face, all plays, no trace (uh)
I don’t fold, I burn the case (wooh)
Ride through smoke, can’t feel my face
She love my void, that spaced-out grace (brra)

[Chorus]
I drip like code, encrypted motion (bitch)
Niga talk tough, get lost in the ocean (pow)
Flickin' my wrist — that time in slow spins (uh)
Fuck that deal, we own our own shit (woo)
Bands in the mattress, dreams in the ceiling (yuh)
Steel in the coat, no love, no feelin' (let’s go)
Eyes in the mist, my soul not healin’
But I walk with demons, and I’m still willin’ (brrr)

[Verse 2]
Got gold in the shadows, flame in my teeth (grrah)
Walk like a glitch, talk like a thief (wooh)
Every bitch bad but they lie like grief
So I keep one night, then delete that brief (click)
Slide with a ghost in the back of the whip
No tag, no plates, just a soul I flip (skrrt)
Shit get dark when the clips don't slip
And the opps hit mute when the blade go zip (wooo)
Don’t blink — real nigas don’t dream
I just press play on the pain I stream (stream)
Every step divine, my walk got beam
And my throne ain't leather, it's blood and gleam (uh-huh)

[Pre-Chorus]
No name, no face, all plays, no trace (grrah)
I don’t fold, I burn the case (yeah)
Ride through smoke, can’t feel my face
She love my void, that spaced-out grace (woo)

[Chorus]
I drip like code, encrypted motion (bitch)
Niga talk tough, get lost in the ocean (let’s go!)
Flickin' my wrist — that time in slow spins (wooh)
Fuck that deal, we own our own shit (yeah)
Bands in the mattress, dreams in the ceiling (uh)
Steel in the coat, no love, no feelin' (pow)
Eyes in the mist, my soul not healin’
But I walk with demons, and I’m still willin’ (brrra)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Yuh) (Gone like mist) (Floatin’ heavy)
(Ride that void) (Pow) (Don’t fold) (Let’s go!)

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