lyrics:

This was a freestyle and ion feel like writing out the lyrics

Way 2 Cold (prod. lil memory card)

blunts & boobies (prod. shango)

lyrics:

💯, this is brought to you by 💯



Is you claimin PG, while you say the other side?
Bullets bang, let em fly, all you see is brothers cry,
Put ya on yo death bed, pull up and then cut ya line,
Dexter with that Webster, check my closet, don’t know what ya find,
No JEA, but you missed your bill, bitch it’s on sight turn off ya lights,
That stick get you right put you on the ground, turn off your height,
Fuck up ya gang, fuck up ya wife, fuck up ya frame, fuck up ya life,
Fuck what you saying, and fuck what you like, take yo chain, and I’m taking your ice,
Fuck yo block, you ain’t got stripes, fuck what you playin, that shit ain’t hype,
Rep that PG, fuck that, 

We rated restricted,
I’m taking yo bread, you scared of the biscuit,
Yo bitch on my dick tip,
I’m fucking that pussy, I ain’t wearing Rip’Dip,
I told ya to zip it,

Wait

Hang with the Haitians, ima zoe,
You slang gats? But that shit is for show,
I slanging poles, but that shit for sure,
Damning foes, want bands on the flo’,
That’s what the cannon is fo’,
Stick jams, and I’m slammin, vanishin hoes,
Them X’s and O’s that’s tic-tac-toe,
You amateur’s stand like mannequins next to a prx



It ih what it ih,
Pussy niggas talking but it ih what it ih,
I hear em talking but it ih what it ih,
When I go and kill yo ahh, bitch, it ih what it ih



Then feed her dick, no dinner plate,
I know that ya been afraid,
Pussy you is Minute Maid,
Get shit twisted, hit ya braids,
Keep on bitchin’, get ya spayed,
I ain’t hearing shit ya sayin,
If it ain’t money, then ya mute,
Pull up deep, I’m with the group,
Masked up, suited too,
Leave a hole, Hoola Hoop,
Ya bit gave mouth and booty too,
We made a movie too,
Made her sing, recorded it, we ain’t using fruity loops,
He say that he wanted smoke, bitch you going shoot at who?

IT IH WHAT IT IH ft. Lee Regal (prod. Nabi00)

lyrics:

Me and Norie freestyled this whole thing. Absolutely masterpiece, top 3 songs imo.

cryin in hot topic rn ft. Dub GG (prod. Xtravulous)

lyrics:

The wrist cost a life, so I def got time to kill,
I hit her for an hour, now she need some time to heal,
She wonder why I’m out, I said “I ain’t got time to chill,
The money gotta move, so I put that shit on wheels,”
I do this for the fam, for the bills, for the thrills,
Messin with my top, that could get ya ass peeled,

Banana clip’ll flip em, we so tired of ya bitchin’
Tired of ya bitches, yall just actin opposition,
Spit my proverbs, that be my only religion,
PG til I’m dead, ‘course I play my position,

PG in the big leagues, bitch we made the play offs,
Pop you like a 3, jhit, you know how we play ball,
Movin all the ki’s, bitch, you know that I’m Ray Charles,
All I do is run shit, all I do is make calls,

Big dog, bitch I am the big dog,
Nigga you ain’t PG, boy you a rip off,
Bodies getting zipped up, money gettin sent off,
We win every game, yeah

Check the Cut ft. Lee Regal (prod. idontworry)

lyrics: 

Big ahh drum up on my gun, talking slick goin get you slumped,
What’s a chump to a champ, try me ho, you get dumped, 
Feeling froggy, you get jumped, catch these balled heads like a monk,
Fuck yo friendships, that get sunk, bitch you could really get punked,
I move just like a PG, but on the team, you could still get dunked,
I’m smoking on that ____ pack, shit be stinking, shit be skunk,
Off that GYK I’m higher than a bitch, plus I’m drunk,
I ain’t lose my bitch, but I’m dropping gems, ho I am a klutz,
You roaches want smoke, ima keep this shit blunt,
I’m a kill ya lil clan and then fuck on ya slut,
If ya want some buzz, I could ya put ya on the news,
I know these niggas sus, they looking for my blues,
Test and you get touched, but this won’t be a abuse,
Used to wonder who to trust, I am no longer confused,
I put my back against the wall, and I’m never going say truce,
Like I’m finna get some pussy, I keep a extra mag in my shoes,
I might pass that broad, but I’ll never skip my food,
Acting like a fool get you hit with the damn tool,
Damn you, damn whoever wants smoke, hit him with that blam too,
I got big sticks, shits like bamboo,
Got my goons on yo head like some damn Cantu,
I got eyes on every street, we watching all ya damn moves,

So much racks on me, that’s why my pants low,
Money in my pockets let ya dame know,
Bitches be birds like flamingos, ain’t no where I can’t go,
Talking on PG, that’s a good way to get ya brain blown,
Sipping on that cotton candy faygo, mix that shit with purp,
Got me feeling like a fucking turtle,
Squares ain’t in my circles, gotta get up out it,
Fuckin on ya lil bitch, I got her mind cloudy

Klutz (prod. gl00mberg)

lyrics:

PRXMX the fucking Hell Raiser, feeling like a cenobite,
Get ya dime, hit her right, you won’t ever get her bike,
She stuck riding on my pipe, I turn her to slip and slide,
Try my side, I’ll split your mind, now ya like a Gemini,
Ain’t like you sweet jhits, I leave ya sour just like lemon lime,
Heart colder than wintertime, could never be benign,
All you noobs is beyond slow, you won’t reach the finish line,
But your bitch got something that PRXMX can get behind,

Like I’m tryna tail gate,
War with me, you goin die, we won’t reach a stalemate,
Coming for ya money, best pray there ain’t a failsafe,
And ya bitch gettin trained until the fucking rails break,

Fuck that little bitch til that ho motherfucking creams,
PRXMX just like Kruger, poppin up in ya fuckin dreams, with my team,
With my team, all you see is beams, and hear is screams,
Looking like a murder scene, now you go to Hell just to serve your king



Niggas see that 1-3, they goin tuck they tail,
Try to test that 1-3, promise you going fail,
Is ya loyal to the PG or you goin tell?
Ya see the dynamic duo, best believe we raising Hell

RAISIN' HELL ft. Lee Regal (prod. Nabi00)

lyrics:

Niggas want attention, get headlined,
Put a stick on ya head, now it’s bed time,
You can keep that ho, ‘cause the bread mine,
Plus she ight in the bed, and the head fine,
And my score at the top like the best time,
But this 9 right here keep the feds cryin,
This AR right here keep the feds tryin,
You talk, get popped with this red light,
We going see shit stop like a red light,

If it’s beef, if it’s smoke, then it’s on sight,
If you speak, if ya joke, then you goin die,
Make a movie with ya bitch, like a porn sight,

Like a movie in this bitch, we going shoot shit,
Kill the noise, yeah, I mute shit,
I’m the head of this shit, going salute, bitch,
You don’t like that shit, get the boot then

My bitch Haitian, and my kinfolk,
But you still get beat like dembow,
I play with these hoes like a demo,
And skip to the scene, like I’m sick of the intro,
Keep pole on top, like limbo,
Some many caskets, need a limo,
I’m the big dog, fuck the kennel,
Got the switch on the side with extendos,
Is you on my side? Is you 10 toes?
If not, get smoked like endo,
Do you catch my drift, bitch, 10/4?
I’ll sleep yo ass, fuck a pillow,

I’ll wet yo ahh like Ricky,
You rat, you mouse, like Mickey,
I’ll wet ass yo ass, you fishy,
Keep the peace right here like a hippie


Shoot shit like a movie, 
Shoot shit like a movie,
Shoot shit like a movie, 
Shoot shit like a movie,
Shoot shit like a movie, 
Shoot shit like a movie,
Shoot shit like a movie,
Shoot shit like a movie

Like a Movie (prod. taijigogetem)

lyrics:

This was a freestyle, my boy Ty can testify.

Candy Paint Freestyle (prod. EGO$HAWTY)

lyrics:

I got so much money, I can barely hold my pants up,
You ain’t gotta dollar, broke bitch, get yo bands up,
I, throw that PG in the air, don’t do bandannas,
You can rock yo color but you best watch ya grammar,
Say some shit that I don’t like, end up with ya grandma,
With that machine in my hand, I feel like I’m Rambo,

I don’t talk a lot, bitches eyeing my guap, aye that’s fair,
Drop the dot, we ain’t fucking at my spot, let’s make shit clear,
Keep that glock to knock, in case yo ass acting weird,
Bitches love to plot, can’t catch a loss, that’s my biggest fear,
If the block is hot, you won’t ever, ever catch me near,
I’m a thief at heart, gotta play my part, I ain’t never scared,

P-Man be the chosen one, P-Man be the coldest one,
All I get is dough and cheese, I put the pro in provolone,
I’m the one behind the wheel, and the one that hold the gun,
Don’t trust a soul, no, no, no, no, not one, 

Niggas love to hate, cause they back on they porch again,
Niggas love to hate, cause they dolls made of porcelain,
Niggas love to hate, I don’t really give a fuck,
Pussy nigga, get up off my dick, you suck

porcelain (prod. Nabi00)

lyrics: 
Yeah I just spent three racks in Japan
I ain’t givin out sh*t to you h*es
Like h*ll nah bih move ya hand
These n*ggas be stealin my flow
1 of 1, can’t get these pants
These n*ggas be b*tches and h*es
That sh*t don’t make no sense

I’m crackin that h*e like four
I’m in demon n*gga ridin fast
I’m stackin up n*ggas countin less
I’m stackin up n*ggas counterfeit
I heard these n*ggas goin fed
I heard these n*ggas some rats
I’m leavin that n*gga all red
Like h*ll nah you ain’t comin back 
Why the bih want me to hold hands?
Like h*ll nah bih you a gnat
Shawty ahh say she want d*ck
Like why you ain just start wit that?
I’m stackin these h*es like a pimp
Imma eat that h*e if it’s fat
Why these n*ggas be fake claimin crip?
We know you ain cut like that

Everytime I need bout two h*es yeah I’m layin straight down in the middle
I’m givin my n*ggas these loopholes yeah I’m making these n*gga a** richer
These n*ggas don’t want no problems, n*gga too little yeah flick em like critter
Why that bih keep callin my phone? I’m sorry lil baby I do not miss you
Why shawty tryna get toxic? I do not want it yeah baby just keep it 
No you ain comin in the crib, we can’t kick it, not like FIFA
All my b*tches be hip, you can’t talk to her, she a diva 
I’m cuttin these n*ggas a** life short and I’m ridin round feelin like a reaper 

Got a Cuban b*tch, she on the pill
I’m in Cuba b*tch kick it on a pier
Tryna stack up, I want a mil
She want d*ck yeah I’m finna get her filled 
P*ssy n*gga you ain’t gettin on the field
You on the bench yeah n*gga off the rip
You a b*tch yeah n*gga keep it real
Catch me outside yeah n*gga Dr. Phil 

Yeah I just spent three racks in Japan
I ain’t givin out sh*t to you h*es
Like h*ll nah bih move ya hand
These n*ggas be stealin my flow
1 of 1, can’t get these pants
These n*ggas be b*tches and h*es
That sh*t don’t make no sense

Way 2 Cold (prod. lil memory card)

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