tell em wassup? 🙋

Lyrics:
Yeah, tell em wassup, with their shit oh snap
Two hot chicks want a pic, go snap
Run it, run it up, turn around, let it clap
Little bitch boy gettin’ mad, get my strap like woah
Kick em out my show
Make a lil call, if she tryna do some more, no no
What’s your problem, I know
You just want the guap, no love, only money, no

Tell em wassup, with their shit oh snap
Two hot chicks want a pic, go snap
Run it, run it up, turn around, let it clap
Little bitch boy gettin’ mad, get my strap like woah
Kick em out my show
Make a lil call, if she tryna do some more, no no
What’s your problem, I know
You just want the guap, no love, only money, no

Skrt off in the foreign, my whip
Smoking on the exotics, just kidding I don’t hit
Motherfucker vaping for his mental, no grip
Why you fucking beggin’ for the funds, don’t shit around
You can’t hit a lick, on me
Never let my guard, down chief
My bitch I fuckin pick, oh sheesh
Getting down dirty, no knee

Ay, ay bitch, why you tryna start with me
Tell me who's talkin, and I'll make em bleed
I know you got options, but that ain't me
Only making bank, ain't shit for free
Ay bitch, why you tryna’ talk like a diss track
Hop in the whip, yeah we call that shit whiplash
Zooming too fast, and we never gon' look back
Always hit my line, sorry guess I just missed that
Said one, two, three more times
Hold up hit reverse, I'm tryna see you rewind
Pretty little thing, with the big behind
Only making tens, put that shit on a dime
Baby girl got me thinking I'm the shit
Saying that she's mine, then Imma have to hit
If she not making time, then sorry Imma dip
I swear she wearing nothing, and she calling it a fit like woah

Tell em wassup, with their shit oh snap
Two hot chicks want a pic, go snap
Run it, run it up, turn around, let it clap
Little bitch boy gettin’ mad, get my strap like woah
Kick em out my show
Make a lil call, if she tryna do some more, no no
What’s your problem, I know
You just want the guap, no love, only money, no

Tell em wassup, with their shit oh snap
Two hot chicks want a pic, go snap
Run it, run it up, turn around, let it clap
Little bitch boy gettin’ mad, get my strap like woah
Kick em out my show
Make a lil call, if she tryna do some more, no no
What’s your problem, I know
You just want the guap, no love, only money, no no

WASSUP!

WASSUP! (ft. Levi Simon)

slay shawty 🌺

Lyrics: 
Slay shawty, I like when you throw that ass back
Too fine, might just have to call you lil’ snack
God damn, Imma cash out for that big rack
Lets hit in my whip, cause it’s all black
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back yeah
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back huh
Watchu’ want, hit my line, Imma get that
Thick thottie, break her spine, when I tap that, woah

Slay shawty, I like when you throw that ass back
Too fine, might just have to call you lil’ snack
God damn, Imma cash out for that big rack
Lets hit in my whip, cause it’s all black
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back yeah
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back huh
Watchu’ want, hit my line, Imma get that
Thick thottie, break her spine, when I tap that, woah

Oh shit, she just blew ten racks
And I tell her don’t worry about it
We been making bands in this bitch, so much, too much 
I just flooded two banks, yeah we drowning
Why the fuck you care
When I first started rapping
All I felt was motherfucking doubted
Now i’m goin up in this bitch
Yeah what’s up with your shit
If you askin’ for a feature, you’ll be frownin’
I got one two, girls on my line
If she begging for my shit, Imma fuck her one time
I got three four, foreigns on my floor,
I be whippin’ all this shit, I don’t care if it rips
No, five six, inches on my d***
I be topping off that bitch, if she really wanna hit
Like no, you don’t even come to my shows
I don’t need no motherfucking hoe, in my group like woah

Slay shawty, I like when you throw that ass back
Too fine, might just have to call you lil’ snack
God damn, Imma cash out for that big rack
Lets hit in my whip, cause it’s all black
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back yeah
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back huh
Watchu’ want, hit my line, Imma get that
Thick thottie, break her spine, when I tap that, woah

Slay shawty, I like when you throw that ass back
Too fine, might just have to call you lil’ snack
God damn, Imma cash out for that big rack
Lets hit in my whip, cause it’s all black
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back yeah
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back huh
Watchu’ want, hit my line, Imma get that
Thick thottie, break her spine, when I tap that, woah

SLAY SHAWTY!

SLAY SHAWTY! (Prod. KILLHEEN)

why that girl hit up my line? 🌴

Lyrics:
God damn, bad bitch she on my dick
I been playing all these thots, yeah I go and hit em’ quick
She a fan, why that girl hit up my line
I’m not even making moves, cause yeah I don't got the time
I got bands, none for you cause you ain’t shit
All my digits blowing off, now we charting on the list
Understand, Imma take her if she fine
Never made a fucking miss, no yeah all I do is shine

God damn, bad bitch she on my dick
I been playing all these thots, yeah I go and hit em’ quick
She a fan, why that girl hit up my line
I’m not even making moves, cause yeah I don't got the time
I got bands, none for you cause you ain’t shit
All my digits blowing off, now we charting on the list
Understand, Imma take her if she fine
Never made a fucking miss, no yeah all I do is shine

Yeah, said bitch all I ever do is shine
Steady calling for your girl but that bitch now mine
So I’m on her phone, when it comes through pick up the line
Sorry little bro, but I had to fuck her one time
Yeah like fuck it me and the crew we up in the whip
Yeah we pulling out fast you a fan take your pic
Yeah ask where I’m going bitch, like you my fucking mom
Said does it really matter, I won’t see your ass again then I’m gone
Zooming in the fucking droptop
Had to pull up to your bitch and make that fucking jaw lock
Bitch no, I could never wife she gon’ hit the streets
But she begging for my shit, so now she all up in my sheets
Shit like, I don’t give a damn bout a hoe
Getting too attached bitch, so now you gotta go
Asking how I write my lyrics, I don’t know it just flow
But it’s not doing shit, if I don’t fucking blow

God damn, bad bitch she on my dick
I been playing all these thots, yeah I go and hit em’ quick
She a fan, why that girl hit up my line
I’m not even making moves, cause yeah I don't got the time
I got bands, none for you cause you ain’t shit
All my digits blowing off, now we charting on the list
Understand, Imma take her if she fine
Never made a fucking miss, no yeah all I do is shine

God damn, bad bitch she on my dick
I been playing all these thots, yeah I go and hit em’ quick
She a fan, why that girl hit up my line
I’m not even making moves, cause yeah I don't got the time
I got bands, none for you cause you ain’t shit
All my digits blowing off, now we charting on the list
Understand, Imma take her if she fine
Never made a fucking miss, no yeah all I do is shine

GOD DAMN!

GOD DAMN! (ft. XANSAI)

I've been on the come up lately 🏆

Lyrics: 
Yeah you better know your place, when I step into the room
Got my eyes upon yo bitch, yeah she say she love me too
Cannot ever let my guard down, cause they wanna make a fool
Printing racks like a machine bitch, Stack it with a stool
I’ve been on the come up lately, frontin’ cause I got my bands up
Why you acting friendly, why you tryna throw them hands up
I'm just tryna get my money, but y'all gotta make a damn fuss
So I stomp down on the pedal, I'm just tryna feel a damn rush

Huh?
Like what the fuck you mean, when you say I'm not like that
Keep up your facade, cause you know I'm coming right back
Right back for you bitches and you snakes, with my backpack
Now we crossing lines, like it’s tic-tac-toe
Getting all this guap, I be making all this dough
She been on my line, cause you know we bout to blow
Drippy like your faucet, yeah we iced out head to toe 
I don’t know, fuck it, one two three lets go

Told that bitch to know her place, it ain’t up for discussion
My new bitch drip me down, I treat her well up in this function
Bout to make some blue strips everytime I see a nosebleed
It’s 3am when someone’s fiance is tryna’ fuck on me
I just my let my bands talk, I’m rich plus I'm a pretty boy
She do what I say, cause I look stylish in some corduroys
I turned that bitch into a vamp, before she was a tomboy
Now she like a wednesday vibe, and that’s the type of chick I like
I heard you want the smoke, okay then tell me why you not outside
The fuck I look like beefin’ with you locals, when I'm worldwide
The fuck I look like trippin, when I know you sipping fluoride
Bitch I'm really from the west, I'm turnt’ up by the coastline
Bands in my pocket, I apple pay religiously
He just mad because he can’t keep up his identity
Fuck what they be talking bout, I'm rich as fuck respectfully
Now I'm in the hills with Qrystral, and we living lavishly

Yeah you better know your place, when I step into the room
Got my eyes upon yo bitch, yeah she say she love me too
Cannot ever let my guard down, cause they wanna make a fool
Printing racks like a machine bitch, Stack it with a stool
I’ve been on the come up lately, frontin’ cause I got my bands up
Why you acting friendly, why you tryna throw them hands up
I'm just tryna get my money, but y'all gotta make a damn fuss
So I stomp down on the pedal, I'm just tryna feel a damn rush

Yeah you better know your place, when I step into the room
Got my eyes upon yo bitch, yeah she say she love me too
Cannot ever let my guard down, cause they wanna make a fool
Printing racks like a machine bitch, Stack it with a stool
I’ve been on the come up lately, frontin’ cause I got my bands up
Why you acting friendly, why you tryna throw them hands up
I'm just tryna get my money, but y'all gotta make a damn fuss
So I stomp down on the pedal, I'm just tryna feel a damn rush

KNOW YOUR PLACE!

KNOW YOUR PLACE! (ft. Cutty Vibez)

I been ridin' round town 💨

Lyrics:
Yeah, ay, ay, ay
Post up, I’ve been ridin’ round town bitch
Hit em with the thermal scope, they gon’ fly quick
Whipping hondas, broken tint, crazy timing
Cashin’ all my royal checks, talking diamonds
What the fuck are you saying, I don’t really wanna know
Way too busy with shit, I’ve been selling out shows
Got your bitch on my dick, cause you know I’m fucking like that
Too quick, hit and miss, then I’m out back

Post up, I’ve been ridin’ round town bitch
Hit em with the thermal scope, they gon’ fly quick
Whipping hondas, broken tint, crazy timing
Cashin’ all my royal checks, talking diamonds
What the fuck are you saying, I don’t really wanna know
Way too busy with shit, I’ve been selling out shows
Got your bitch on my dick, cause you know I’m fucking like that
Too quick, hit and miss, then I’m out back

I feel you won’t last when these shots come by 
Keep playing with your life, you finna float like Mike 
Ray Charles when you speak, cause it’s never on sight
But really why you talkin’, when we not the same height?
Look, first things first, they can all get that work
I got a beam and a switch locked in, this might hurt 
Fuck a tombstone, I put his birthday on a shirt
Look, bitch I’m so sick, my sneeze on your hearse
Everytime I step out, someone girlfriend jockin'
Pull up to my show, that’s where I got them flocking
The way we sell out, hell naw we ain’t stoppin' 
And niggas ain’t simping, yo bitch took us shopping 
I'm a five star pimp, like a pimp named slickback
How you love that, when she out here getting dick slapped
She be going crazy everytime I pull this phone out 
And that’s why I can’t trust these hoes, cause look what yours about 

Post up, I’ve been ridin’ round town bitch
Hit em with the thermal scope, they gon’ fly quick
Whipping hondas, broken tint, crazy timing
Cashin’ all my royal checks, talking diamonds
What the fuck are you saying, I don’t really wanna know
Way too busy with shit, I’ve been selling out shows
Got your bitch on my dick, cause you know I’m fucking like that
Too quick, hit and miss, then I’m out back

Post up, I’ve been ridin’ round town bitch
Hit em with the thermal scope, they gon’ fly quick
Whipping hondas, broken tint, crazy timing
Cashin’ all my royal checks, talking diamonds
What the fuck are you saying, I don’t really wanna know
Way too busy with shit, I’ve been selling out shows
Got your bitch on my dick, cause you know I’m fucking like that
Too quick, hit and miss, then I’m out back

POST UP!

POST UP! (w. Cutty Vibez)

why tf you talkin? 🤷‍♂️

Lyrics:
Why the fuck you talkin' when your girl inside my whip
Shawty getting way too crazy, with the way she move her hips
She gon’ drop it for the bag, she gon’ drop it on the low
All the competition coming for me, that’s just how I roll
Get to stashin all these hundreds on the day I fucking drop
Imma stack it to the ceiling, till the end I cannot stop
Lockin in for all my brothers, lock it in for all my dreams
Ain't nobody on my level, I just do as I please

Like what, I got em’ watching like some fans
They think they can close the gap between us, y’all don’t understand
All the sacrifices that I made, for these numbers
Kinda stupid how much I got paid, for those sleepless nights
Money, power, fame, that’s all I need
Fuck you bitches, and your games, can’t trust nobody
So I’m riding all alone, just me myself
I’m chillin’ with this blown out phone, cause you know that

It’s a hundred to the top, making money never stop
Shawty bad, why you mad, keep that metal like a cop
Got an uzi in my pocket, you can see the way I rock
Why she saying that she hate me, then she jumping on my cock
Smoking gas, smoke that shit up quick
I got a loaded .44 up on my side like I’m rick
Yeah all this money that I’m making turned me into a prick
She got a pretty face, and shawty got that ass, yeah it thick
You wanna fuck with me, I’ll fill yo ass up with lead
I’m smoking tree, roll the backwood, counting my bread
And she be double texting, now she calling, girl we ain’t friends
Don’t let me catch you slipping, Imma leave you laying in red
I got a red dot, smoke pot, made too many bands
Private jet to your city, yeah my presence in demand
Got some diamonds on my rings, got some ice up on my hands
Hit the dash, I don’t crash, whip imported from Japan, like

Why the fuck you talkin' when your girl inside my whip
Shawty getting way too crazy, with the way she move her hips
She gon’ drop it for the bag, she gon’ drop it on the low
All the competition coming for me, that’s just how I roll
Get to stashin all these hundreds on the day I fucking drop
Imma stack it to the ceiling, till the end I cannot stop
Lockin in for all my brothers, lock it in for all my dreams
Ain't nobody on my level, I just do as I please

Cause like why the fuck you talkin' when your girl inside my whip
Shawty getting way too crazy, with the way she move her hips
She gon’ drop it for the bag, she gon’ drop it on the low
All the competition coming for me, that’s just how I roll
Get to stashin all these hundreds on the day I fucking drop
Imma stack it to the ceiling, till the end I cannot stop
Lockin in for all my brothers, lock it in for all my dreams
Ain't nobody on my level, I just do as I please

TO THE TOP

TO THE TOP (ft. ⭒ nova ⭒ )

I just get my racks in 🕊️

Lyrics:
I just copped a new bitch, she exotic
Curvaceous and she drippin on my bed, that's aquatic
She wanna taste my uh, gimme top idiotic
But I can't keep her close, she be talking with a varnish
Can't break my concentration, I ain’t taking the narcotics, yeah
I just get my racks in, I don't even go to sleep
Yeah it's hella taxing, oh my god
Yeah, gotta get the reps in
Keep that pedal to the metal, for I'll lose my traction

All these bitches sleepin on me, bitch I'm bout’ to blow
I said my money long forever, that’s just how it go
I flooded out my scene, my wrist, my benz and now my coat
Me and Qrystral bout to turn your wifes into some hoes
It's hard to keep it humble when you're tweeting from a rolls
I'm too narcissistic for these brats on my phone
Said she got a man to me, and I said he a joke
That boy said he'll fight me, but he built like ruby rose
Rose, rose, rose
I be dog walking all my opps they on all fours
Hunnid bands on me, park my stick up in they dome
How these rappers talkin when my dicks up in they throat?

She exotic, curvaceous and she drippin on my bed, that's aquatic
She wanna taste my uh, gimme top idiotic
But I can't keep her close, she be talking with a varnish
Can't break my concentration, I ain’t taking the narcotics, yeah
I just get my racks in, I don't even go to sleep
Yeah it's hella taxing, oh my god
Yeah, gotta get the reps in
Keep that pedal to the metal, for I'll lose my traction

EXOTIC (w. damienfarron)

I'm just talkin all my shit 💰

Lyrics:
Ayy, pull up where you at, y'all be late I want it bad
Can't be spendin’ all this chips, count by 3, I smack the mat
Got you bucklin’ by the belt, I see the end these folks can tell
Imma grab you like yo dad, slam and drag you cross the floor like
Bitch, you tauntin? I'll do my dance and toss you
I'll mug you like some monkey walk, and swing my stick around you
I'll end you and your bloodline, from yo mama dad and auntie
Dontchu’ you press me with that shirt, I got that iron don't be crossin’

I got bout’ several people witnessing your every move
Examined and all studied, I read you hard but you old news
I saved your story, heard yo fall out boy better speak on the truth
If you got one thing to prove, all I hear is you’re delulu’
Lose that act, I heard it, don't go band for band you slurring
Mix it better, don't be stirrin’ got it? word, don’t feel hurtin
Maybe move another genre, ain't you addicted to jerkin
But rewind that shit I recall, where my boy that cat oh 씨발

Yeah, lock inside my bedroom, I be stacking all these bands
She gon' blow me like a tissue cause she sick and thru with mans
Know you steady hating, praying on my downfall why they spam
On my gram I see they comments I ain't ever give a damn
More money, more bag, more racks I just need it hella fast
I want it, I get it, I don't wave no white flag
She livid, she want me and my money can't be asked
Like why the fuck you love me I ain't never hit you back
I'm just mocking, blocking all these pussies, talking all my shit
Is you really bout it, doubting so hard, stop and call it quits
I ain't never pay for features, you can't take away no splits
Pockets filled up to the brim, but you bet I'll make it fit
Boy I got nines locked in the vault, I'll fuckin hoe em with a clip
I'll go and walk around his bitch, come watch her ride upon this dick
Why they blowin up my mentions, I know all they got is talk
You ain't got seconds on my mind, you just a hoe without no thought 

Ayy, pull up where you at, y'all be late I want it bad
Can't be spendin’ all this chips, count by 3, I smack the mat
Got you bucklin’ by the belt, I see the end these folks can tell
Imma grab you like yo dad, slam and drag you cross the floor like
Bitch, you tauntin? I'll do my dance and toss you
I'll mug you like some monkey walk, and swing my stick around you
I'll end you and your bloodline, from yo mama dad and auntie
Dontchu’ you press me with that shirt, I got that iron don't be crossin’

TAUNTIN'

TAUNTIN' (w/ Øff-Licht)

I be steppin hella heavy 👢

Lyrics:
I be swerving, driftin’ in the foreign
Talking slim body, blacked out, pedal floorin’
Y’all bitches boring, take my money sort it
Want my autograph, then you better get to workin
All my numbers soaring, money come in pouring
Iced my brother out, now we finna get to touring
The bitches ain’t important, all my whips imported
Cash it all out, cause the private jet be roaring, (it be roaring)

I be swerving, driftin’ in the foreign
Talking slim body, blacked out, pedal floorin’
Y’all bitches boring, take my money sort it
Want my autograph, then you better get to workin
All my numbers soaring, money come in pouring
Iced my brother out, now we finna get to touring
The bitches ain’t important, all my whips imported
Cash it all out, cause the private jet be roaring, (it be roaring)

I be steppin hella heavy, this piece cost your salary
See I’m countin’ all this money, while they counting calories
Tell me where the fuck your lady, that bitch in my gallary
If you think that I’m untruthful, you’re mistaken tragically
Like what’s the move, don’t say you want the drama, cause I ain’t really wanna
Spray and drain these bitches, I’d just rather get the commas
Don’t make me start some trauma, cause I got two katanas
And I’ll be raisin’ hella shit, till I reach nirvana
I’m just stacking milli after milli
Talkin’ millions in every lane you think I couldn’t
Fuck what you say, they just jealous I do things they couldn’t
Hate the lies, but I came up by saying things I shouldn’t, (things you wouldn’t say)
You a pussy, you ain’t really bout’ it
Talkin’ shit, but can they say it to my face, I doubt it
Need a strap, you bitches cannot stand on shit without it
For these motherfuckers to exist, I can’t allow it, (I got em’ shouting)

I be swerving, driftin’ in the foreign
Talking slim body, blacked out, pedal floorin’
Y’all bitches boring, take my money sort it
Want my autograph, then you better get to workin
All my numbers soaring, money come in pouring
Iced my brother out, now we finna get to touring
The bitches ain’t important, all my whips imported
Cash it all out, cause the private jet be roaring, (it be roaring)

I be swerving, driftin’ in the foreign
Talking slim body, blacked out, pedal floorin’
Y’all bitches boring, take my money sort it
Want my autograph, then you better get to workin
All my numbers soaring, money come in pouring
Iced my brother out, now we finna get to touring
The bitches ain’t important, all my whips imported
Cash it all out, cause the private jet be roaring, (it be roaring)

BLACKED OUT

you ain't really bout it 🥱

Lyrics:
You can cut the shit, motherfucker you ain’t really bout’ it
Tell me who been steady countin, steady stacking mountains
Shut yo mouth before I cut you, with this blade I’m crownin
Keep it pushing, I can’t lose when I’m this many rounds in
Yeah, just cut that shit and lock in
You don’t even put in work, why the fuck you talkin
All these multi milli records got me hella toxic
Too much money coming in, it ain’t even shocking, what

Richest in my city, Dame Margera, bitch I'm him
I'm probably rolling zaza, getting faded till I'm limp
I could fuck your bitch, and her friend, and her twin
I might go bananas, hit the beat just like a chimp
Had to kill my ego, 'fore I turn into a cunt
Nah I’m kidding, Imma talk my shit because I'm up
Tommy gun be edging lil bro, it's bout to bust
I was in the bentley, with the sticks off the runts

I was ducking school and dodging classes, tryna make a mil
Said you wanna talk money, but you ain’t in the field
Yeah, catch me running endzone, why the fuck you standin’ still
Why these pussies on my dick, screaming out reap kills
Ugh, catch me wit’ some sticks, I put a semi to your belly
Put ur xray on a watch, call that shit an AP skelly
Cut the shit motherfucker, where your bitch motherfucker
Make a bag motherfucker, count some numbers motherfucker, ugh

Cut the shit, motherfucker
You can cut the shit, motherfucker
You can cut the shit, motherfucker
Motherfucker
Cut the shit, motherfucker

You can cut the shit, motherfucker you ain’t really bout’ it
Tell me who been steady countin, steady stacking mountains
Shut yo mouth before I cut you, with this blade I’m crownin
Keep it pushing, I can’t lose when I’m this many rounds in
Yeah, just cut that shit and lock in
You don’t even put in work, why the fuck you talkin
All these multi milli records got me hella toxic
Too much money coming in, it ain’t even shocking, what

Qrystral

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