Produced By xGabrius

LYRICS: 

Pick up the phone, bitch
I ain’t tryna lead you on, I don’t wanna hit
Lotta hoes who just wanna break it off, all they wrists they slit
All the O’s I can’t even see them all, bad lil hoe on dick
And that’s why I can’t even-
Bag the hoe, bag the hoe bitch
Hella O’s, hella O’s bitch
Leave her off at the ocean
Don’t speak to me on some hoe shit
Hella gates and they open 
On my shit, better focus
You ain’t know I had this on bitch 
Hit a ghost I get her gone bitch, yeah
And I put all this shit on
All the hate I see it all
I just get out my way home
Talk to me don’t change your tone
And I’m just like half way there
If you wanna talk, don’t stare
If you wanna talk, just say that
If you wanna live just pray that
Pray that, pray that you live
Put all my shit in her liver
We in the bed, big sinners
Need me a hoe like Corinna, I just wanna feel her
I just wanna fuck on that bad bitch yeah
I let the guala just rack in yeah
She wanna fuck like yeah
She like a blunt ima pass her around
Pick up the phone, bitch
I ain’t tryna lead you on, I don’t wanna hit
Lotta hoes who just wanna break it off, all they wrists they slit
All the O’s I can’t even see them all, bad lil hoe on dick
And that’s why I can’t even-
Bag the hoe, bag the hoe bitch
Hella O’s, hella O’s bitch
Leave her off at the ocean
Don’t speak to me on some hoe shit
Hella gates and they open 
On my shit, better focus
You ain’t know I had this on bitch 
Hit a ghost I get her gone bitch, yeah

Pick Up The Phone

Produced by 2xcond

LYRICS:

I’m turning to the old me
Bad bitch she wanna hold me
Facetime, she wanna call me
Bad bitches all up on me
Drinking liquor by the hour
Ten hoes but it’s ours
All these bitches be some cowards
Down south by the Broward
I want you coming back
I carry bitches backs
He tryna fuck on all em hoes, like where ya hoes all at?
I remember I used to be broke, never go back to that
I did this shit all on my own, i ain’t even need no nat
No time to answer
But I need all the answers from you, pick all ya hands up
Can’t listen to the banter
Riding ain’t no rental
That hoe made me so mental
Pick up the fight, look at the time
It’s 5 AM right now, i’m coming back to mines
I’m coming right back to the bitch, don’t need no lies
I do like all this shit solo, don’t need no bride
She got a lease in my head, all in my mind
On my wrist it’s some water
Need my sons, i’m your father
See bitches tryna fight, all over cam all over dollars
Let’s go spin the bottle
Yeah my heart is too hallowed
Making money is the motto
Got a fat ass, Latto
(Oh yeah, huh, oh yeah oh yeah)
Bitches on my back
At least I know that all my bros, they never gonna lack
If there’s a problem ima solve it, unless you be wack
I see that girl like what’s ya name?
She wanna be my main
Trying so hard like all my veins pop out
Picking shit up like rake
Blowing shit up like tank, what can I say
Yeah the outside be too fake, outside be too lame
Got a collar, I feel like bain
And that bitch driving me insane

Old Me

Produced by Jayy

LYRICS:

Word to my dead, my opps
Not tryna get up inside the knots
I got a hoe in the cuffs like cops
I got the water on my wrist, it’s like Voss
I got a range rover ima drive that shit
Run your mans over
I got racks like a bitch, yeah
Bitch I get money, fuck the business
I don’t look at money, fuck the digits
Tryna get some sloppy minutes
Hit from the back, I’m doing damage
Wearing Dior like a christian
Bitch i’m outside like a bandit
I’m in that hoe, fuck your dad bitch
Go talk to your hoes, there’s a mad list
You can not say shit like a damn lisp
I see some fine shit, finna bag it
Push em back, push em back
Pick your bitch up like a taxi
Clean her up like a fucking napkin
And i’m smoking that za in the back end
Bye bye, touching that fye fye
I click that button you gonna go die die
I know too many hoes go and lie lie
We gonna get at it, get down to the southside
Yeah, me and jay in the back and we running it
Bitch i’m too fire, you don’t wanna diss
Bitch ima spin you like a fucking disc, oh woah woah
And I came from nothing to going to cities
I gave you 2 point punch like middy
Bitch ima rock out kinda like milly, yeah Word to my dead, my opps
Not tryna get up inside the knots
I got a hoe in the cuffs like cops
I got the water on my wrist, it’s like Voss
I got a range rover ima drive that shit
Run your mans over
I got racks like a bitch, yeah
Bitch I get money, fuck the business
I don’t look at money, fuck the digits
Tryna get some sloppy minutes
Hit from the back, I’m doing damage
Wearing Dior like a christian
Bitch i’m outside like a bandit
I’m in that hoe, fuck your dad bitch
Go talk to your hoes, there’s a mad list
You can not say shit like a damn lisp
I see some fine shit, finna bag it

Digits

Produced by Once

LYRICS:

Bad hoes to my left, to my right yeah
Smoking on that zip shawty if you couldn’t tell
I don’t care bout money, bitch I got the clientele
Dirty triss sippin’ and i’m overseas￼
I don’t care bout bitches, they just starting shit
Im the maker of this shit, why you tryna bitch?
I be smoking on your pack, kinda like a cig
And I hope you understand me for the shit I did yeah
Big boss, big truck, bad hoes, fuck em
Bitches gotta chill out or else this shit gonna rumble yeah
I am at my high, smoking gas send me to sky
I be with my mob yeah, we taking hella time
Bad bitch she a dime
She tryna fuck one time
Gotta read the signs, they jokes they just like mime 
Win this shit no tie, got bad hoe she like crime
These hoes just wanna lie, but one of them wanna ride
I know you wanna copy me
Good luck with finding me
Can’t copy me you see
Just let me be, I got you diamond rings
In the scene, I don’t care bout the digits
Bad hoes to my left, to my right yeah
Smoking on that zip shawty if you couldn’t tell
I don’t care bout money, bitch I got the clientele
Dirty triss sippin’ and i’m overseas
Bad hoes to my left, to my right yeah
Smoking on that zip shawty if you couldn’t tell
I don’t care bout money, bitch I got the clientele
Dirty triss sippin’ and i’m overseas

Left, Right

Produced by 2xcond

LYRICS:

And we change like seasons
I’m remembering the first day that I saw you, you was coming my way
I’m tryna do it with you shawty
Brand new coupe, run the red for you shawty
Sometimes I sit there and repent in the deep end
I said I was happy but internally i’m bleeding
I grew up in struggle, I get money fam be eating
You can be alive, but be dead it just depends
Gotta carry shit on my back, it be more than I can hold
I can’t get away from you, look like you got antidote
It’s not that hard just to listen, to my struggle and my thoughts
I be thinking way too much that I can’t even get a talk out you
Do you understand me
Do you understand me
Do you understand me
Do you understand me
Do you understand me
Do you understand me
Do you understand me
Do you understand me
Like what I do to you
I know you were my other half, but we had to split in two
Come save me girl, come save me
I need saving tonight, oh woah
You in a bad mood, I ain’t tryna fight girl
Been a roller coaster ever since I saw you
Do you understand me
Do you understand me
Do you understand me
Do you understand me
Do you understand me
Do you understand me
Do you understand me
Do you understand me

Do You Understand Me?

Produced by Februxry

LYRICS:

Baby come through show me something, tss
I ain’t come through just for nothing
Come through baby and show me like what you want
What you want, what you want
Like baby, what you want, what you want
Like what you want, what you want
Like what you want, what you want
Like baby come here, like baby let’s talk
Come baby let’s talk quick for a minute
Come baby let’s talk, come baby let’s talk
Come baby let’s talk, talk for a minute I know that you wondering what I been up to, huh
It takes one call just to come here baby
Givenchy, Prada, Gucci whatever you want
But I’m tired of these bitches put em to the side
Top top baby, chop chop baby, I know that you want a piece of me
Iced out baby, iced out wrist ain’t nobody fucking beating me
When you call back it’s the wrong number, cause you wanna go back to the lifestyle
I know you stuck on me right now, feeling your eyes through my mind now, yeah
Million million, doing shows i’m fucking your bitty in, woah
I know you’re feeling me, let’s go right back to the city
I’m back to the basics, don’t fuck with you i’m here for the pity
I’m losing my mind, i’m losing my mind, I can’t get rid of you, can’t get rid of you
What you want, what you want
Like baby, what you want, what you want
Like what you want, what you want
Like what you want, what you want
Like baby come here, like baby let’s talk
Come baby let’s talk quick for a minute
Come baby let’s talk, come baby let’s talk
Come baby let’s talk, talk for a minute I know that you wondering what I been up to, huh

Lets Talk

Produced by August & Hitech

LYRICS:

Sorry for the wait shawty
All that talking shit came from me, I ain’t worried bout it
I know that you been hiding, I know you been stuck in your head
You ain’t been the same prolly
And my mindset steady getting bread
Tryna get a little-
I ain’t worried bout a hoe
I been getting green and it’s a sign I gotta go
Taking that bitch up to Benihanas
Spending hella dollars cause your man kinda broke
I caught a body body, got a little bitch on her knees dog
And I got little shawty on my lap, she finna go fuck I got her on C notes
Bitch I let it rain gotta-
Packs on packs on packs, bad little bitch got her coming my way
She like danger, gotta wear a hazmat
I don’t care bout bitches tryna get a little cat
And I want little shawty come over slide back
Im with gang got it going with shlatt
And it’s time to go, got the foot on the gas
Bad little slut, give a fuck bout to smash her
And my hoes they all different colors, they all on my body I can’t even be sorry
Know better than call me, cause i’m doing better
If you talking shit, I slide down with beretta
There’s too much hoes, I can’t even settle
I know i’m ahead of them, better than ever
You knowing i’m clever, I get what I want no matter the cheddar
I’m knowing they fed up
Me and my gang we go finna run it up
Pouring that lean bitch I need a double cup
Money in pockets I’m finna go sum up
Finna fuck that hoe bitch I need a double rush
I’m too swagged, okay okay
Smoke that weed in the pack all day
And the bitch too smart she giving good brain
And the bitch we go, we don’t hit no breaks
Sorry for the wait shawty
All that talking shit came from me, I ain’t worried bout it
I know that you been hiding, I know you been stuck in your head
You ain’t been the same prolly
And my mindset steady getting bread
Tryna get a little-
I ain’t worried bout a hoe
I been getting green and it’s a sign I gotta go
Taking that bitch up to Benihanas
Spending hella dollars cause your man kinda broke
I caught a body body, got a little bitch on her knees dog
And I got little shawty on my lap, she finna go fuck I got her on C notes
Bitch I let it rain gotta-

Worried Bout It

Produced by Banette, Smerk & Nolandavinci

LYRICS:

Ease the pain with the painkillers
Tryna make my bank bigger
Lining like a damn picker
I’m with my Pooh like damn Tiger
Rocking Helmut Lang, when I buy it makes your bands thinner
Glocky got that aim, and it stick on you like damn sticker
Finna beat my bitch from the back I’m on the east side hoe
Make a easy K
Bout to waste it on like plenty hoes
Bitch I’m truly made, prada bag it got my tooly yeah
Things I truly hate, wasted talent not for me today
Kicked it with your bae
Kicked it- kicked it on my dolo
I don’t got that much to say
I don’t got friends I do this solo
I don’t give a fuck bout the hate, cause I know your bitch come for photos
Ask too much she in my lane, she finna be wet like she coco yeah
Bang yeah, bang yeah, bang yeah, bang yeah
Bang on your bitch I’m finna fuck her on the same day
I’m bout to go waste a bag on hoes, i’m finna spend a K
I’m not tryna date no bitch cause all these hoes they stay the same
Ease the pain with the painkillers
Tryna make my bank bigger
Lining like a damn picker
I’m with my Pooh like damn Tiger
Rocking Helmut Lang, when I buy it makes your bands thinner
Glocky got that aim, and it stick on you like damn sticker
Finna beat my bitch from the back I’m on the east side hoe
Make a easy K
Bout to waste it on like plenty hoes
Bitch I’m truly made, prada bag it got my tooly yeah
Things I truly hate, wasted talent not for me today

Painkillers

Produced by Seane

LYRICS:

Bad hoes all up on my shit, all up on my body
Bad bitch slitting up her wrist, she spilling red like carti
Bitch, ima spray you with my drake, feeling like im crodie
Real bad hoe up on my lap, it feel like shit a hobby
Twin say shoot em down, up the blick like Reggie Miller
Twin say put that shit on I feel like Droland Miller
Yes yes, you wanna talk that shit say it with your chest chest
Racks up on my body finna move it like it’s chess chess
Lie lie lie lie, lie lie lie lie
All these bitches wanna lie to me, finna spray they ass with the fire
More money more problems and I want every problem in the world, yeah yeah
I been putting all that pain behind this shit, putting in work yeah yeah
I know I been on your mind baby
Shooting that dot like i’m Tom Brady
You wanna lock, it’s the time baby
I got the sign, dollar sign baby
Walk in this bitch like a CEO
Burning this bitch but I’m needing more
I’m tryna smash you already know
You went from a lover to a little hoe
Jet, lag lag lag lag lag
Jet, lag lag lag lag lag
Jet, lag lag lag lag lag
Jet, lag lag lag lag lag
Jet, lag lag lag lag lag
Jet, lag lag lag lag lag
Jet, lag lag lag lag lag
Jet-
Bad hoes all up on my shit, all up on my body
Bad bitch slitting up her wrist, she spilling red like carti
Bitch, ima spray you with my drake, feeling like im crodie
Real bad hoe up on my lap, it feel like shit a hobby
Twin say shoot em down, up the blick like Reggie Miller
Twin say put that shit on I feel like Droland Miller
Yes yes, you wanna talk that shit say it with your chest chest
Racks up on my body finna move it like it’s chess chess

Jetlag

Produced by Wa

LYRICS:

I want a bad hoe, that’s obsessed with me yeah
I want a bad hoe, that’s obsessed with-
I- I- I-
I want a bad hoe, that’s obsessed with me yeah
I want a bad hoe, that’s obsessed with me yeah
Shawty tryna fuck with me cause I been up
My bad mama I ain’t tryna cause a scene yeah
Riding round town with my pockets full of green yeah
I was down bad for the bitch, I’m a fein yeah
Back seat business in the back causing motion
One thing that I fucking hate, is that broke shit
One thing that I don’t like, is that hoe shit
So many things I don’t like but I cope it
Rock gucci top
Rock gucci top
Armani shoes matching with the diamond rocks, yeah
Bitch hella crazy she do voodoo on my cock
Got a hoe her name Lexi, and my other one a thot
I’m too busy with my shawty, she give me brain like Bachelors
Fucking on the couch, then we move it to the mattress
We gonna be okay, do exactly how we planned it
Got a hoe salty and my other sweet like candy
Sweet
Got a hoe up in my suite
That bitch tasty hella sweet
Bitches wonder where I be, I be in places you ain’t see
Issey Miyake til I bleed, i’m dripped down to my fucking feet
Im putting work in every day, 24/7 every week
I want a hoe
I want a hoe yeah yeah
I want a hoe
I want a hoe yeah yeah
I want a hoe
I want a hoe yeah yeah
I want a bad hoe, that’s obsessed with me yeah
I want a bad hoe, that’s obsessed with-
I- I- I-
I want a bad hoe, that’s obsessed with me yeah
I want a bad hoe, that’s obsessed with me yeah
Shawty tryna fuck with me cause I been up
My bad mama I ain’t tryna cause a scene yeah
Riding round town with my pockets full of green yeah
I was down bad for the bitch, I’m a fein yeah

Obsessed With Me

Produced by Reinhail

LYRICS:

Baby make it work for me, work for me girl
We drink too much sipping wine, liquor, and hennessy girl
I lie too much it’s a habit, now I gotta save me from it
And i’m seeing my shawty keep looking god you know how I feel from it
Keep going, keep going shawty
Me and you alone we wilding
Bound to fuck me up
You know that we have some mileage
Baby I’ll drive us
Need something then you know i’m on it
Fall back, fall back on me
You my drug like novacane shawty
You the finest, you the baddest girl
Baby you the baddest, baby you the baddest yeah
Baby you the baddest, baby you the baddest yeah
Baby you the baddest, baby you the baddest yeah
Baby you the baddest, baby you the baddest yeah
Baby you the baddest, baby you the baddest yeah
Baby you the baddest, baby you the baddest yeah
Baby make it work for me, work for me girl
We drink too much sipping wine, liquor, and hennessy girl
I lie too much it’s a habit, now I gotta save me from it
And i’m seeing my shawty keep looking god you know how I feel from it
Keep going, keep going shawty

Keep Going

Produced by Shex

LYRICS:

Bands up and the panties high
I’m outside with the bitches yeah
Two bad hoes got one to the side
Odd one out gon kill herself
Two red eyes off the weed i’m high
Riches, wish you had this yeah
Bitch so sweet like candy yeah
Bad hoe wanting some fendi yeah
Bitch wanna be my lady yeah
Slit her wrist need a bandage yeah
Asian bitch, Vietnamese yeah
She tryna fuck on the bed sheets yeah
He talking shit, we is enemies
I’m finna shoot shit, shooting at Kennedy yeah
This lil hoe not offending me
I don’t give a fuck bout a hoe, yeah this hoe dead
Living my life that’s full of lies, living my life by what she said
I reconnect with a past hoe yeah
This hoe said i’m an asshole yeah
Fuck on the weekend, ex hoe yeah
Your slut said i’m the best oh yeah
If im the best ,not hard to say
Im grinding this shit as an artist
I’m with a hoe and this hoe giving brain, i’m guessing this how it is starting
I put the muscle up, flex up yeah, im trying this shit by my hardest
And i’m feeling like someone gon say something, this shit gon ruin my life
Flex up, flex up, flex up, flex up
Finna- Finna- Flex up, Flex up
Getting that cash im the best, oh best yeah
Bitch gon die, gonna rest up, rest up
This lil hoe getting me so mental
Dumbass boy gotta get your racks up
I’m outside with a Mexican hoe, finna go slide gonna give you peso
Bands up and the panties high
I’m outside with the bitches yeah
Two bad hoes got one to the side
Odd one out gon kill herself
Two red eyes off the weed i’m high
Riches, wish you had this yeah
Bitch so sweet like candy yeah
Bad hoe wanting some fendi yeah
Bitch wanna be my lady yeah
Slit her wrist need a bandage yeah
Asian bitch, Vietnamese yeah
She tryna fuck on the bed sheets yeah
He talking shit, we is enemies
I’m finna shoot shit, shooting at Kennedy yeah
This lil hoe not offending me
I don’t give a fuck bout a hoe, yeah this hoe dead
Living my life that’s full of lies, living my life by what she said
I reconnect with a past hoe yeah
This hoe said i’m an asshole yeah
Fuck on the weekend, ex hoe yeah
Your slut said i’m the best oh yeah

Bandage

anthem (feat. 6evermir)

hotbox

robitussin

Produced by Yunme

LYRICS:

Show me what you want baby, and what you wanna do
I been feeling down lately, but I try to keep my cool
I been having wild thoughts, and they all cause of you
Sippin henny ten shots, while i'm thinking bout' you
Ten, ten shots
Down my body now I feel like I can't even walk
Since I started from this shit now I can't even stop
In the back with my bitch no I can't get caught
Been all by myself, fuck that bitch I don't care
And my ex-hoe call me up like hail are you doing well?
Don't know what to say yeah
Don't look at me sideways
I'm like miles away yeah
Please get out of my way
Pockets big like Rod Wave
Bitch don't even try me, I'll fuck your bitch like how it taste
Ex-hoe tryna lie away, bitch don't even call me
Cause' I got a lot to say
Thinking at the runway, thinking how to run away
Bitch like where you at?
Bad bitch all up on my arms, yes i'm tryna go tap
She tryna do me bad on cam, don't talk to me like that
No I don't give a fuck bout' these hoes, yeah i'm tryna stack racks
Yeah, bitch i want the head, no strings attached
Roll anotha blunt and take off, little nigga betta stand back
With my twin like scoob and shag
Me and hail like Bron and Shaq
Aim a cutta at yo stache
Walkin money glitch, no patch
Think i’m losin it, been talkin to my chat
In my jeans I got racks
And my jeans, yeah they Raf Simons
H- hop in presidential coupe
Know the roof missing
Know you did me wrong, but I just keep my cool and my distance
Even tho that shit was hurtful
You set my heart infernal
But this life shit come full circle
Hit from the back almost knocked off her dermal
Pop my shit, something like a kernel
Know that you what i need, but girl i give you what you want baby in return though
Show me what you want baby, and what you wanna do
I been feeling down lately, but I try to keep my cool
I been having wild thoughts, and they all cause of you
Sippin henny ten shots, while i'm thinking bout' you
Ten, ten shots
Down my body now I feel like I can't even walk
Since I started from this shit now I can't even stop
In the back with my bitch no I can't get caught

Keep My Cool (feat. tiildawn)

saints row

Produced by Wa

LYRICS:

Talk too much id rather, fuck that bitch no words
I told my mama Ima take over the whole world
I smoke too much, I’d rather smoke until my lungs hurt
If she keep speaking on my name, ima hush her
I’m not even fucking with this bitch, i’m finna dub her
And she thinking that I got tourettes, like did I stutter?
And she giving brain, CTE it’s getting dumber
I- I’m gon fill up this pocket like bread and butter
I’ve been putting in this work, like is you fucking ready?
And my bitch we stuck together like a fucking celly
And these bitches give me WAP like my name fucking fetti
And these bitches keep on hating, swear they steady on my dick
Bands, bands, bands, ima cash it in
And I swear they all becoming pussy when i’m stepping in
And I got like 10k on my wrist, it’s just an estimate
Ima cut off all these bitches giving me no benefit
Talk too much id rather, fuck that bitch no words
I told my mama Ima take over the whole world
I smoke too much, I’d rather smoke until my lungs hurt
If she keep speaking on my name, ima hush her
I’m not even fucking with this bitch, i’m finna dub her
And she thinking that I got tourettes, like did I stutter?
And she giving brain, CTE it’s getting dumber
I- I’m gon fill up this pocket like bread and butter
I’m not even fucking with this bitch, i’m finna dub her
And she thinking that I got tourettes, like did I stutter?
And she giving brain, CTE it’s getting dumber
I- I’m gon fill up this pocket like bread and butter

The World

tied into it

Produced by Sg1 & Lvcien

LYRICS:

This little hoe, she my diva
I got a big ass blunt ima chief it
She got a big ass butt ima keep it
Bitch I’m high as fuck of the ‘tiva
I’m counting dirty money smoking reefer
I got way too much money on the meter
This hoe be giving brain yeah she an eater
Someone go turn me up inside this bitch
Yeah I did my thing in this bitch
I’m rocking helmut lang on the kicks
Im sliding with my gang for assist
Yeah you know im insane in this shit
I got designer on, got alyx
Bitch I got rubies on, you got bricks
You know I put in pain for this shit
You know I put in pain
Cray bitch, cannot tame ya
Put respect on my name, yeah
Bad hoe fornicate yeah
She wanna do sum on the floor
She wanna fuck with me when this shit over
Bitch ima put this shit on like it’s Dover
I’m bout to walk this shit down like a rover
I’m at the-
I’m at the O, I’m at the A
Bitch on the floor, I’m throwing a K
In bout to drive off, swerve in the cat
I wanna eat bitch give me a plate
I’m bout to drive in the Bentley Mulsanne
Expensive gold, you rock the same chain
I got the flashy bitches, you got plain
I got a weapon, this shit got the range
Shit not the same
I’m bout to blow
I got this shit in the bag like a tote
Blood on my body, I got heavy flow
You not my gang, no you not my bro
Change up the swag cause this shit getting old
If you gon talk shit, bring my pole
Bitch hella slimey like she got a cold
I’m in that mode
This little hoe, she my diva
I got a big ass blunt ima chief it
She got a big ass butt ima keep it
Bitch I’m high as fuck of the ‘tiva
I’m counting dirty money smoking reefer
I got way too much money on the meter
This hoe be giving brain yeah she an eater
Someone go turn me up inside this bitch
Yeah I did my thing in this bitch
I’m rocking helmut lang on the kicks
Im sliding with my gang for assist
Yeah you know im insane in this shit
I got designer on, got alyx
Bitch I got rubies on, you got bricks
You know I put in pain for this shit

My Diva

Injury Prone

Produced by Octo, Licketyyy, Brood, & Jetta

LYRICS:

Say sum, yeah
Bitch don’t say that we locked in, come in here show it how, you is my top ten
Say sum
I remember you was toxic, now you want back hoe like where is the logic?
Too many times I cried, too many times that you lied
It’s too much
Too many times we fought, too many times you got caught
It’s too much
Been on my highs and lows, I thought about suicide
Way too much
Too many times I cried, too many times that you lied
It’s too much
Why don’t you come back to me
Why don’t you come back to me
Why don’t you come back to me
Why don’t you come back to me, yeah
Wrong time, babe is it the wrong time
You is like the sunshine, the sunshine to my lifeline
Way I care about you, it’s starting to get crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy
Say sum, yeah
Bitch don’t say that we locked in, come in here show it how, you is my top ten
Say sum
I remember you was toxic, now you want back hoe like where is the logic?
Too many times I cried, too many times that you lied
It’s too much
Too many times we fought, too many times you got caught
It’s too much
Been on my highs and lows, I thought about suicide
Way too much
Too many times I cried, too many times that you lied
It’s too much
Why don’t you come back to me
Why don’t you come back to me
Why don’t you come back to me
Why don’t you come back to me, yeah

Come Back

Produced by Jayc

LYRICS:

Bitches on my body tryna fuck me like cmon
I’ll get you what you want, I’ll buy you that new Saint Laurent
This lil hoe she crazy, yeah I gotta get her gone
One step at a time I gotta move like i’m a pawn
All these bitches gon make me riches
All these hoes they wanna suck me up and give me kisses
This lil hoe she wanna fuck me up, like keep your distance
This hoe on my body tryna fuck, I stand on business
I got two twin bad hoes steady kissing
And she on my body, grab my phone asking for digits
Bitch i’m outside with the gang, fuck the bitches
Don’t fuck with this hoe she not tryna come over and listen to me
Money get bigger
Fuck these bitches messing with my pape, i’d rather break with ya
Yeah you been the main one tryna act like you been bigger
If you tryna come back, then it’s gon cost ya 5 figures
Cause i’m not the same guy
Ima say it once
I don’t like these bitches tryna swing guns
Rather have a bitch with the big buns
Got some head, bitch, from my ex one
Fuck these haters ima pass em
If my money gone, they’ll be five dead
I could pay a bitch like five cents
Got these bad bitches tryna hop in
Put my hands up where my eyes been
Fuck you and what you stand for, Ima kill you right in broad day
Hoods on in the night time, ima sneak up leave five dead
Five dead, ima leave your top dead
Slide in, fuck these bitches talking bout?
On gang
Bitches on my body tryna fuck me like cmon
I’ll get you what you want, I’ll buy you that new Saint Laurent
This lil hoe she crazy, yeah I gotta get her gone
One step at a time I gotta move like i’m a pawn
All these bitches gon make me riches
All these hoes they wanna suck me up and give me kisses
This lil hoe she wanna fuck me up, like keep your distance

Pawn

Produced by Wa & Sk8zay

LYRICS: 

And I said I would do, anything for ya
And I’m smoking on the roof, got that gas for ya
And this shit ain’t nothing new, pay no mind to ya
Ima take a pill or two, for the feel oh yeah
I’m still the same guy, i’m talking
Big money baller, I make more than I talk about
I make them dollars, I don’t look at the price amount
Same bitch I’m fucking be the same bitch that’s stalking, yeah
Ima run a bag, i’m finna stack up
Take a leap into the future like i’m Daft Punk
Fuck ya ex, I’m making more than all your last ones
My bad, if you want a feature ima tax ya
My bad, bitch i’m with the gang, they finna stack up
Five bands, one im finna spend up on this Raf yeah
I can’t spend no time with you, you moving mad yeah
Too high, bitch and when I land i’m getting too right
Yeah
Stepping on the beat yeah bitch I been walking
Yeah im tryna fuck this hoe, so all my sins talking
Way I fuck this hoe so good, I make the bed rocking
Only fucking up on all these 10s, eat up like Red Robin yeah
I don’t understand these hoes yeah they just keep talking
Bitch i’m hanging with the dogs, they just keep barking
And chilling with this hoe yeah we be hot boxing
And I’m feeling like i’m Kurt bitch I just keep rocking yeah
And I said I would do, anything for ya
And I’m smoking on the roof, got that gas for ya
And this shit ain’t nothing new, pay no mind to ya
Ima take a pill or two, for the feel oh yeah
I’m still the same guy, i’m talking
Big money baller, I make more than I talk about
I make them dollars, I don’t look at the price amount
Same bitch I’m fucking be the same bitch that’s stalking, yeah

The Feel

Neck

Produced by 3S

LYRICS:

Fucking this bitch cause she love it, yeah she love me yeah
Dont got time, she love it when its in her tummy yeah
When she want some sex, this hoe finna call me up
All I do is flex, cause I got that money (money)
Bitch I want some head, this hoe gave me CTE
On top of the bed riding like she got PHD
Put in pain for this shit, yeah I B.L.E.E.D
Bitch I need some fucking gas I need that TLC
All of these pussies behindI fuck her then I rewind
Aint pussy I wont ceasefire
He talk that shit then he die
He talking crazy, he die
I think I'm losing my mind
I think I'm losing my mind
I think Im- (cough cough)
Okay
My hoes they going both ways
Have sex like this a fourway
Im rolling on this beat i'm riding this shit like a roadway
You can't do it like me, I cross em up like this shit crochet
Im fucking on this hoe she open up like she a doorway
One more time
One more time
One more time
One more time
One more time
One more time
Pussy online
I swear these pussies gon lie
I grab that blunt I smoke za
Want beef we at Qdoba
I'm next up this aint no lie
Do magic bitch like ta-da
Yeah all these bitches gon die
Yeah all your souls they all mine
Oh yeah lets do it
Yeah Im fucking on this hoe and we match up like this shit cupid
Way she giving me that sloppy I be thinking this bitch stupid
I be smoking on that gas like everyday yeah bitch i'm booted
Way i'm flowing on this bitch I feel like water i'm too fluid
One more time
One more time
One more time
One more time
Fucking this bitch cause she love it, yeah she love me yeah
Dont got time, she love it when its in her tummy yeah
When she want some sex, this hoe finna call me up
All I do is flex, cause I got that money (money)
Bitch I want some head, this hoe gave me CTE
On top of the bed riding like she got PHD
Put in pain for this shit, yeah I B.L.E.E.D
Bitch I need some fucking gas I need that TLC

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