My City

STEP BACK! FT. SXMPRA [prod. sxmpra] *OUT ON ALL PLATS*

MYBAD! w/Ethan Ross (prod. sayfalse x SaintRxse)

Rarin - YESSIR! (Phonk Remix)

LMFL w/ ARXMANE

YANDERE! (with Grioten)

lyrics:

M******** let’s go let’s go let’s go let’s go
Boutta hit my pump, boutta hit my goal
Got a b**** so bad, she be sucking up my load 
Gunna end up on top like I’m GI Joe

I don’t f*** with a lame like b**** that’s wack
I ain’t tryna end up with a b**** like that
Only thing I f****** want is to get that bag 
When I pull up to the scene, bitch you better step back

Oops, just snatched your b****
Shot her in the face with my 40 round clip
I don’t know what you done, I don’t know what you did
But I don’t give a f***, I just wanna get a hit 

B**** pass that shit, I just wanna get a hit
Ima pass out, slurring out my words like a lisp
I ain’t looking at your face b**** I’m looking at your tits 
Ima get my f****** glock, shoot you from the hip like 

B****, I ain’t ever gunna stop
Look at my stats, I be climbing to the top
Started from the mud, now I’m feeling like a god
I know you can do the same no cap, on god

Like b**** just go go go go
If I never f****** made it then you’d never be a goat 
I be cooking that heat cause it comes from the soul
I don’t wanna see down b**** get up and go

M******** I dance my f****** pain away
I don’t want no friends, they all are fake
If I want my s*** then I gotta chase it
I’m the only one that’s there, at the end of the day

Yeah, I don’t want to feed the trace, don’t want no repitition 
Pull up in a wraith, now I got business 
After all the fame, now I got b******
But they was never there when I was b********

I don’t care what you are doing right now
I could give two s***** bruh 
If you’re not getting out of your bed
Or getting out of your couch
To do the thing you actually want to do
Then you’re f****** missing out
You’re actually like
wasting your time bro
Just get the f*** up
And go bro like holy s***

M******** let’s go let’s go let’s go let’s go
Boutta hit my pump, boutta hit my goal
Got a b**** so bad, she be sucking up my load 
Gunna end up on top like I’m GI Joe

I don’t f*** with a lame like b**** that’s wack
I ain’t tryna end up with a b**** like that
Only thing I f****** want is to get that bag 
When I pull up to the scene, b**** you better step back

M******** let’s go let’s go let’s go let’s go
Boutta hit my pump, boutta hit my goal
Got a b**** so bad, she be sucking up my load 
Gunna end up on top like I’m GI Joe

I don’t f*** with a lame like b**** that’s wack
I ain’t tryna end up with a b**** like that
Only thing I f****** want is to get that bag 
When I pull up to the scene, b**** you better step back

LETS GO! w/ yatashigang

In a 2 door coupe bitch I like to go fast
Got a bag from Louis to fit all my racks 
Asked a bitch what it do can you hold to my strap
All my fingers blue cause I’m blowing through these bags

So I told him get your cash up
200 hundred on the dash wait
Checks on the chain
Now your bitch throw her ass up 
Catch up I could never fuck a lame bitch
Married to the game bitch
I just want my racks up

I said pay me if you hate me
I could never give a fuck where the fakes be
Shawty crazy 
Yeah I’d let her cum but I’d never let her date me
Might have fell in love but I’ll never let her save me

Smoke a blunt filled with OG with my brodie 
Back then they were never checking what they owed me
Clocked in paid in I ain’t moving slowly
Back ends locked in they won’t ever know me	

God damn why she blowing up my phone
I spent fucking 10 bands on that Louis and that Chrome
Oh they been telling me I can’t so I got it on my own
I don’t think I’ll ever land I get higher every song

In a 2 door coupe bitch I like to go fast
Got a bag from Louis to fit all my racks 
Asked a bitch what it do can you hold to my strap
All my fingers blue cause I’m blowing through these bags

So I told him get your cash up
200 hundred on the dash wait
Checks on the chain
Now your bitch throw her ass up 
Catch up I could never fuck a lame bitch
Married to the game bitch
I just want my racks up

Love my designer
I just did a show and I got 50k in Prada
Can’t stay cold I got haters to Nevada
Everything gold I got everything I wanna
and your daughter

Don’t make me walk out
Put my fam on the scene I pull my Glock out
Bitch I like green beams and that chop sound
I got bands for the team but you cropped out
Yeah you cropped out yeah

Y’all be talking ‘bout the same things like bang bang
You ain’t got no chain chain or that Range Range
You a cop out you ain’t ever gonna maintain
Had to block out all the fake love with a Plain Jane

In a 2 door coupe bitch I like to go fast
Got a bag from Louis to fit all my racks 
Asked a bitch what it do can you hold to my strap
All my fingers blue cause I’m blowing through these bags

So I told him get your cash up
200 hundred on the dash wait
Checks on the chain
Now your bitch throw her ass up 
Catch up I could never fuck a lame bitch
Married to the game bitch
I just want my racks up

RACK LOVE

MUPP, GLICHERY - BATTERED

Corazón

Go run up the lyric video <3 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5wel03bCk4

lyrics: 

[Intro]

Get a bag and I’m out yeah, yeah
Shorty on my lap now, yeah
And she playing with the gang now
(Yo blast off Astro)
Flip a bag, now I’m swerving in a tesla
Got my back, shawty with me, yeah I stepped up
GTA, fuck the opps, ain’t no Lester
Ay yo shoutout Astro, let’s do this

[Chorus]

Flip a bag now I’m swerving in a tesla
Got my back, shawty with me, yeah I stepped up
GTA, fuck the opps, ain’t no Lester
Shawty born to be my angel, yeah I’m blessed up
Cooking right up in the stu, gotta check the fan
Yeah I’m watching out for opps, yeah they not my fans
People treat me like I’m something cause I got some bands
Was a loner that was hustling, now I’m filling stands

[Verse]

I been sticking to my paper like I am a staple
I ain’t going bout this safer, I ain’t really able
I been getting all this cash, I don’t need a label
Made it up from nothing fast, yeah this is a fable
Now they always hit me up, got me feeling fuego
Got me always plugged up, I ain’t talking cable 
Spreading all my money cash, right up on the table
Shawty turn into a fan, yeah this is a fable
I look a little toxic baby but don’t be afraid
Baby you a goddess, you expensive like the wraith
We could mess around, maybe plan a trip to Spain
All you gotta do is come to me, we on our way our way

[Chorus]

Flip a bag now I’m swerving in a tesla
Got my back, shawty with me, yeah I stepped up
GTA, fuck the opps, ain’t no Lester
Shawty born to be my angel, yeah I’m blessed up
Cooking right up in the stu, gotta check the fan
Yeah I’m watching out for opps, yeah they not my fans
People treat me like I’m something cause I got some bands
Was a loner that was hustling, now I’m filling stands