there’s a spider in my room

Bank Teller - Lil Uzi Vert

INSIDES (remastered)

hard bounce mixxxx!

Bitch, I'm hanging from the chandelier like Sia, I can't even see ya
Uh, walk through the woods like Leon Kennedy, bitch, I can't even fear ya
Ah, bitch, I can't even hear ya
Yeah, all of my boys get t'd up
I'm outside with them boys in a Kia
Hop on the corner, then, I put the fee up
 
All of my lil' one get bad, they don't play
Find out you fuck with my opps, and you fake
Found out you fuck with the opps, and, the snakes
I don't even got one word I can say
Yeah, better go run, you ain't safe
Everyone getting erased
That shell out the cage
I brought the beast out the cage
Yeah, and I showed your ho all the rage
I put this shit right in front of the face
I shot the bitch like I'm joining in FaZe
Been on it all, no, this ain't the phase
My bitches so old, they don't know my age
I fucked your boo in the same bed you lay at
She want me painting her face
Go way too fast, I can't pace that
All these motherfuckers can't keep up the pace
Going out overseas
I want a bitch feeling me
I'm hopping out with Exi
Put a bad bitch on molly
Silence the boy who keep calling
Cut off the head of the motherfucker now
The one who keep stalling
I'm on that CEO shit, I'm calling the shots
Huh, don't wanna be seeing your bitch
Ugly as fuck, don't even want top
I'm on the street, can't stop
I'm on the street, walking right on your block
Can't even speak, bitch, I got writer block
Don't wanna see that shit, hell nah
I'm gon' slide, and die
Don't really care 'bout my life
I'm gon' lie, I'm lying
Only gon' speak 'bout the truth, I'm right
Take all your tooth out, you can't bite
Huh, you can't hide
Huh, you gon' die
I'm gon' die

Bitch, I'm hanging from the chandelier like Sia, I can't even see ya
Walk through the woods like Leon Kennedy, bitch, I can't even fear ya
Ah, bitch, I can't even hear ya
All of my boys get t'd up
I'm outside with them boys in a Kia
Hop on the corner, then, I put the fee up

Out The Cage (prod. Miles Yoko & levalarie)

PROD TJ + YEARBOOK + NXAHO

Lyrics:
Throwing some racks like go long 
Shawty so bad hittin my phone
Niggas they wasting my time
I been on my grind
Like it’s time to show off
Like ooh I’m rockin all red
That boy wanna talk like a fed
Like ooh that chop at yo head
I’m with chem innat back countin dead
That boy like a bitch, he a pussy
She like sorry she really mistook me
Some fans out in Paris wan book me
That man’s he a punk he a rookie
Huh, chem brought the hoes out the back 
Now they really wan fuck me
That nigga wan say I’m a bitch 
But I swear to god he can’t touch me
Momma say boy you the one but sometimes you full of pride
Sometimes I think bout the past
And I don’t wan look in the eye
So many beautiful women wan waste my time
Bitch wan act right, bitch better act right 
Yea can’t fuck with yo tone
We fuck on them racks
We fuck on them bands
Okay I’m makin her moan
My dog wan catch a luh body
I give them that lo like go catch that bone
Shawty like I don’t wanna talk about it
Shawty like you too grown

Time keep telling me something
Whole lotta love I just spend on nothing 
Yea for them racks they pay me
Imma just put on a show
Yea I did this shit for a long time long time
Yea but I’m finna blow
So many snakes in the grass
Okay yea but I’m finna mow
I was in LA spending so many damn bands
They think that I’m poor
I was in magic city yo ex bitch fine 
Shawty on the floor
I say I got choppas on me 
Yea shit gon blow
Shit gon blow 

Throwing some racks like go long 
Shawty so bad hittin my phone
Niggas they wasting my time
I been on my grind
Like it’s time to show off
Like ooh I’m rockin all red
That boy wanna talk like a fed
Like ooh that chop at yo head
I’m with chem innat back countin dead
That boy like a bitch, he a pussy
She like sorry she really mistook me
Some fans out in Paris wan book me
That man’s he a punk he a rookie
Huh, chem brought the hoes out the back 
Now they really wan fuck me
That nigga wan say I’m a bitch 
But I swear to god he can’t touch me
Momma say boy you the one but sometimes you full of pride
Sometimes I think bout the past
And I don’t wan look in the eye
So many beautiful women wan waste my time
Bitch wan act right, bitch better act right 
Yea can’t fuck with yo tone
We fuck on them racks
We fuck on them bands
Okay I’m makin her moan
My dog wan catch a luh body
I give them that lo like go catch that bone
Shawty like I don’t wanna talk about it
Shawty like you too grown

MY TIME

We Are Chud ft. juggedhisdaughter & heaveninterlude (prod. senseixjay)

[Pre-Chorus: Angelo Nero]
Mhm, yeah, walk inside that bitch, yeah
I was the only one clutching shit, I got the sticks up
Want me to pose right for the picture?
I'm outside with my knights, stunting shit, go take that flick, yeah

[Chorus: Angelo Nero]
Yeah, huh, money all over, you know how it goes
And, I was cracking boujee bitches, got them Margiela Hoes
I step out, fresh as fuck, got Margiela on all of my toes
And, he don't want no war, we got that red beam right on his nose

[Verse 1: Angelo Nero]
Flip her upside down, I'll show you how lil' Nero do it
I had to get right to it
Get right to that bag, my money fluent
See that bitch, she moving fluid, know that movement fluid
She wan' fuck me right as we met, ain't even asking how I'm doing
Yeah, hah, I'm going Walter White, go Jesse Pink'
Beat that up, that pussy pink
Me and that bitch don't got no thing
Yeah, making all that, I don't even gotta think no more
Racks too tall for all that, it just block the fucking door

[Verse 2: miles yoko]
Huh, I just step out of that door
Huh, shawty want my love, had to tell her no
Yeah, pass out on the floor
And, I got that pack for the low
Huh, she wan' take me up
Hit a line, I’m like, oh?
Huh, I got swag in bitch
Pop my collar bitch I’m lit
I take a stab, this bitch a trip
I fuck and dip, that bitch a trick
Like, I don’t wanna talk 'bout none
You steal my flow, you fucking son
I’m stacking guap like every month
And, she don’t wanna know what

[Bridge: miles yoko]
What we been on?
Bitch, we runnin’ game
And, we been goin’ up
Huh, ain’t like Marvin Gaye
I take one, and, I cut my face
We stomp him out his fucking face
We put that boy up in his place
I’m like a vamp wit’ fangs

[Chorus: Angelo Nero & miles yoko]
Yeah, huh, money all over, you know how it goes
And, I was cracking boujee bitches, got them Margiela Hoes
I step out, fresh as fuck, got Margiela on all of my toes
And, he don't want no war, we got that red beam right on his nose (Right on his nose)

[Verse 3: miles yoko]
Huh, hit that ho from the back, yeah, nobody knows
I’ve been cheifin’ on that za, blowin’ some o’s
You get X’d out just like tic tac toe
I can’t even go, what?
I can’t even stand that ho
Me and bro done stepped out, me and twin done stepped out, Margiela Steppin'
You ain’t even post up like that, you ain’t wit’ twin clutching weapon
And I been goin’ up like crazy, I done upped all of my settings
I can’t really cuff that ho, I don’t want no fucking wedding

INSIDES (remastered)

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