lyrics

You hear my voice
That nigga working A 9-to-5
I get paid to make noise
Tell your bitch to stop calling my phone
She won't leave me 'lone
Bitch, I'm standing
Standing strong
I'm right here, my mind is gone

Sipping on drink, I just poured up a mother-fucking liter (Liter)
That nigga be talking so smart
But he not A thinker (He not A thinker)
Say, she preaching a million words
I do not believe her (Leave her)
This shit getting worse, I need me a breather

Band for band, like, once and twice, you see?
That bitch so stupid, she so green
Cap 'bout a check, bitch
I can't believe
Wok in my body controlling me
Fuck up her body, she moan for me
Fuck in A rarri with leather seats
He wanna talk, so I up the heat
She finna fuck on the gang for free
They crucify niggas, I'm posted on Calvary
Parting ya' brain like the red sea
All of my opps bleeding red, see?
I do not care what you niggas think
She in my palm, she can never leave
Making her love me, she fell for me
And I ain't just chatting, I'm D-E-A-D
A-S-S, don't play with me

Band for band, like, once and twice, you see?
That bitch so stupid, she so green
Cap 'bout a check, bitch
I can't believe
Wok in my body controlling me
Fuck up her body, she moan for me
Fuck in A rarri with leather seats
He wanna talk, so I up the heat
She finna fuck on the gang for free

Band for band, like, once and twice, you see?
That bitch so stupid, she so green
Cap 'bout a check, bitch
I can't believe
Wok in my body controlling me
Fuck up her body, she moan for me
Fuck in A rarri with leather seats
He wanna talk, so I up the heat
She finna fuck on the gang for free

(Uh-huh)
(Uh-huh)
(Uh-huh)
(Uh-huh)

calvary p. longboystyle

Lyrics

Stuck in, stuck in, stuck in, stuck in
Stuck inside my bag
Bitches gon’ hit my phone like, “where you at?”, yeah
Can’t gain the courage to meet up with you
Thoughts abt you in my mind are taboo
Fuck it i’ll stay home, counting my racks all by my lonely
Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything chrome heart tag
I’ll buy whatever you want
Your nails and A bag, yeah
Not enough time but there’s so much to do
I swear, I wanna be right beside you
Fuck it, I’ll be on my own
Letting you ring right through my phone, yeah

I swear, I don’t trust
You can’t convince me, I don’t give a fuck 
I played the lil’ games bitches play all before 
I’m sick and I’m tired of fucking with love
Fuck on yo’ bitch and she doing them splits 
Fuck if you don’t like me, bitch, suck on my dick
Get fye’d like a lighter that’s sparking a spliff
You fucking with reggie, go out with A 6
Walk on the beat like I walk on you niggas
You be so corny, I cannot fuck with ya’
That shit inspire me, boost to the fullest
Filming our movie like camera tourists
You ain’t on my mind when I ain’t singing songs
But when I start singing, you where you belong
I don’t give a fuck about you being gone
‘Cause it’s gon’ come back when you realize you wrong 

Stuck in, stuck in, stuck in, stuck in
Stuck inside my bag
Bitches gon’ hit my phone like, “where you at?”, yeah
Can’t gain the courage to meet up with you
Thoughts abt you in my mind are taboo
Fuck it i’ll stay home, counting my racks all by my lonely
Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything chrome heart tag
I’ll buy whatever you want
Your nails and A bag, yeah
Not enough time but there’s so much to do
I swear, I wanna be right beside you
Fuck it, I’ll be on my own
Letting you ring right through my phone, yeah

ripdiana p. vili + scizzie

lyrics 

Don’t be so quick to walk away
Dance with me
I wanna rock your body, please, stay
Dance with me
You don’t have to admit you wanna play
Dance with me
Just let me rock you ‘till the break of day
Dance with me (Talk to me, boy)

I’ma rock a nigga like A baby in A crib
Two twin glocks, Liz and Patty
I’m the kid like I’m Sid
Niggas acting shady, they gon’ fake what they live
I’m like a nigga in suicide squad
Dead, shot, nigga 
I do not miss
But I ain’t stressing, I’m in California 
I’ma let that bitch cool off, maybe after I’ma call her 
Like, bitch, I got  something for ya’
Glock so cute, it adore ya’
That bitch making me nervous, I’ma back up
This ain’t for ya’
But she not tryna talk, she just tryna keep that attitude 
Run up on me like a dumb nigga, I’ll leave you in the past 
I ain’t tripping, I got a glock 
Try some stupid shit, I’ll blast at you
He think he better than me, he stepping like me?
He smoking, so he better pass the fool
My eyes get redder, they bleed
He testing me 
It’s funny, ‘till a nigga get his head removed
That nigga ain’t better than me, there will never be 
Someone that love you like I do
Girl, keep looking, girl keep searching
But, don’t blame the nigga
‘Cause you keep yourself hurting 

Don’t be so quick to walk away
Dance with me
I wanna rock your body, please, stay
Dance with me
You don’t have to admit you wanna play
Dance with me
Just let me rock you ‘till the break of day
Dance with me (Talk to me, boy)

Don’t be so quick to walk away
Dance with me
I wanna rock your body, please, stay
Dance with me

Don’t be so quick to walk away
Dance with me
I wanna rock your body, please, stay
Dance with me

dancewithme p. lecture

lyrics

niggas be copying flows, niggas be tripping off hoes
you only got one life, lil’ nigga
don’t waste it trying to be bold 
you couldn’t do the shit I do if you went and tried for years 
niggas be dickriding me for a living
i’m thinking they queers

1 2 3, roulette, 3 shots and you done (yeah)
A B C-a-n-a-a-n, a drum 
ready to blast at moments notice 
got your dreads took off, you started and froze, bitch 
how niggas broke as a bitch?, it make no sense
i got two glocks, liz and patty
they both twins
slide like inosuke, my niggas straight beasting
silencer on all my shit, bitch, i’m creeping 
send him to god, make sure that nigga sleeping
bitch, oh my god, i’m so fye like flame breathing 

i’m spitting flames like a nigga rengoku
don’t got to talk, i can pull up and show you 
i throw my balls at that bitch, susamaru
you rock water guns, urokodaki taught you

glock on my side, nigga’s gon’ die
that nigga so shook, can’t look me in the eye 
i do this shit easily, don’t even try
not inviting her back ‘cause, that bitch
she was dry
i always bounce back, little bitch
don’t you try me
i ain’t mean to hurt you, so can you stop crying?
my diamonds snow breathing, that shit real icey
i can’t tell you the truth, so i settle with lying 
i hit up a nigga, like
“bitch, i’ma kill ya’”
i’m ‘bout to blow up, i ain’t talking no creeper
you ain’t making shit, shut the fuck ‘bout a figure
just give me a moment, i’ll get right with ya’
that bitch ain’t important, that bitch was just filler
don’t test me ‘cause you know that i’m not a killer
don’t believe in god, so lil’ bitch, i’m a sinner
you pushing me, i might just have to just kill ya’

1-2-3, roulette, 3 shots and you done 
talking crazy get you hit with a drum, yeah, yeah

1 2 3, roulette, 3 shots and you done (yeah)
A B C-a-n-a-a-n, a drum 
ready to blast at moments notice 
got your dreads took off, you started and froze, bitch 
how niggas broke as a bitch?, it make no sense
i got two glocks, liz and patty
they both twins
slide like inosuke, my niggas straight beasting
silencer on all my shit bitch i’m creeping 
send him to god, make sure that nigga sleeping
bitch, oh my god, i’m so fye like flame breathing 

i’m spitting flames like a nigga rengoku
don’t got to talk, i can pull up and show you 
I throw my balls at that bitch, susamaru
you rock water guns, urokodaki taught you

hashira evans 柱 p. headache

written & mixed by me

lyrics 

nigga’s don’t be on shit, huh
lets talk about it (about it)
i’ll really get yo’ ass hit
bitch, talk about it (oou, yeah)
huh, you don’t wanna talk?
i can’t fuck with you, baby
i’m with communication
you number one on my hit-list
yeah, you a sensation (sation)
i can not fuck with no-
i can not fuck with no liar, man
that nigga tryna talk shit? (yeah)
pull up on him, swear that he dying, man 
(dying man, man)
i had to slide up on that lil’ bitch story, huh
yeah, send them hearts 
i ain’t tryna lead you on, baby
huh, but don’t go too far (yeah, yeah)

lets go a lil’ far, i can afford to take you
just ride my wave, i’ll let you have my baby (baby)
i’m ‘bout to pull up and-
i’m ‘bout to race that ho 
no ducking down, i’ma face that ho (bring that ho back)
huh, we fry him up, we gon’ taze that ho
bring that ass back, i’ma chase that ho
i’m back on my regular ho, i can’t fuck with these niggas 
how you lying, but claim that you love you a nigga? 
who do you think you are to be stepping to me, nigga?
jumping to conclusions, i’m like, “how do you figure?”
too much on me, i’ma spray, i’ma fill a nigga
i let her come to my place, she so touch-y
yeah, she feel a nigga (feel a nigga)

(yeah, uh, yeah)
(tell me what you wan’t)
(tell me, where you go?)
(i’m bringing this ho down)
(uh, he can get shot down)

nigga’s don’t be on shit, huh
lets talk about it (about it)
i’ll really get yo’ ass hit
bitch, talk about it (oou, yeah)
huh, you don’t wanna talk?
i can’t fuck with you, baby
i’m with communication
you number one on my hit-list
yeah, you a sensation (sation)
i can not fuck with no-
i can not fuck with no liar, man
that nigga tryna talk shit? (yeah)
pull up on him, swear that he dying, man 
(dying man, man)
i had to slide up on that lil’ bitch story, huh
yeah, send them hearts 
i ain’t tryna lead you on, baby
huh, but don’t go too far (yeah, yeah)

badman p. pressur!zed x tranquiltales

written & mixed by me & stefanie astaga

lyrics

do you remember when we spent endless sleepless nights
with your head between my thighs?
but you can’t seem to get it right
no wonder julia said goodbye

huh, how could i forget?
you up and changed on me
all of it, get out my brain, i see
you ain’t gonna complain to me
you wanna show me your pain?, ah
get the fuck out of my face, dawg
i can’t fathom the hurt that you put in me
leaving me in a hearse how you doing me
i do this shit congruently
say that you love me, then prove to me
you gotta work for that shit, huh
i can not work for no bitch
and all of the bickering making me sick
you say that you struggling, do it like this
yeah, huh, oh this?, yeah

huh, you put yourself in that pivot
i pull up with shawty, we get back to business
i never expected a nigga to listen
switching up all the time, like, mf
just pick it, huh
and i’ll trap a mf
at the end of the day, that shit give me trouble
don’t call me in the day, but at night, wan’ cuddle
huh, what the fuck i look like?
i don’t fucking tussle
i change this shit and you love it how i gave you
i can’t just listen, what the fuck made you think to-
steal a nigga heart, then run away
sum you can’t do
ever heard to never bite the hand that made you?
i can do it, give a fuck what you say
and bitch, i know the truth, so, fuck what you say
at the end, regardless i know i’ll be okay
and i can’t be heartless, so i will never change

do you remember when we spent endless sleepless nights
with your head between my thighs?
but you can’t seem to get it right
no wonder julia said goodbye

sleepless p. headache

true.
@4thysoul

lyrics

I’m about to fuck that ho, bitch
I’m about to slut that ho out
And bitch, i’m getting to it
(yeah, wah)
I’m about to hold her hand, yeah
Get to the money, the yams
Oh, baby, what’s the plan?
Finna pour up (yeah)
That bitch go crazy
I fuck that ho on the daily
Ain’t with the talking, fuck you, pay me
I swear, i make her (yeah)
Boy, get your bands up (hey)
She want my pickle, yeah
But I cannot let her

Yeah, and I cannot stand for that shit (huh)
I’m on it right now 
I pull up, and I tear that bitch down
Talking shit, and we blowing you down
Volta made this shit, he went so crazy
Fuck that shit, bitch, have my baby
I swear to god, she ain’t talking about shit
Imm too inclined for you to date me (Huh)
And bitch, I get on that shit quick
Niggas be crazy, they think they can see me
Ha, I manipulate that bitch
I swear to god, she’ll never leave me 
Don’t pull up to me talking about politics
Stop that foolery, bitch, you ain’t robbing shit (yeah)
And i’m about to fuck a melodic bitch
You got out of that bitch, and I hopped in it
My niggas about to spray, and we popping shit
Niggas already know that we dropping shit
I’m way too deep in this shit to call it quits (ha)
Stupid games, and you suffer the consequence
Yeah, my life can’t get better
Yeah, bond too deep to sever 
Love that bitch, I send her letters
Asked to fuck, and bet she let me

I’m about to fuck that ho, bitch
I’m about to slut that ho out
And bitch, i’m getting to it
(yeah, wah)
I’m about to hold her hand, yeah
Get to the money, the yams
Oh, baby, what’s the plan?
Finna pour up (yeah)
That bitch go crazy
I fuck that ho on the daily
Ain’t with the talking, fuck you, pay me
I swear, i make her (yeah)
Boy, get your bands up (hey)
She want my pickle, yeah
But I cannot let

zenin p. volta

written & mixed by me

lyrics

i never ask too much
told the bitch she my crush
and they cannot fuck with us
and i say “i’m sorry to god”
but, i gotta put it on ya
and i gotta send u up there, huh
i gotta put you up there
i did some things i regret 
bad bitch, she tryna have sex
huh, yeah, i dont know what niggas told you
bullshit turned me to a soldier
whipping a motherfucking rover
might go kick in a lil door, yeah
aim at your fucking medulla
fucking that bitch, i just hold her

i never ask too much
i never ask for nothing
and i just be hanging with niggas
they’ll shoot you for fun
and i can’t be trusting that bitch
i watched her do me wrong
i’m like “bae, whats wrong?”, yeah
but then i don’t answer the phone, yeah
all these thoughts in my head fucking me up
fucking this bitch with a fat ass butt
lil’ nigga wan’ talk, we get his ass touched
and i’m not one of yall, don’t fuck with the sluts
and i can not make shit up, i’ma stretch ya
sorry ‘bout breaking up, but i need some rest, dawg

i never ask too much
told the bitch she my crush
and they cannot fuck with us
and i say “i’m sorry to god”
but, i gotta put it on ya
and i gotta send u up there, huh
i gotta put you up there
i did some things i regret 
bad bitch, she tryna have sex
huh, yeah, i dont know what niggas told you
bullshit turned me to a soldier
whipping a motherfucking rover
might go kick in a lil’ door, yeah
aim at your fucking medulla
fucking that bitch, i just hold her

medulla p. vvinstles x ppayne33

written & mixed by me

lyrics

what if i told you i couldn’t make no money?
would you still fuck with me?
if i was doing making you calm, would you still love me?
i just can’t figure it out, yeah
what are you on about?, yeah
i fuck her, she scream so loud, yeah
the wrong shit keep making me higher
if i keep going, i’m gonna die, yeah
i cannot trust her
even though, i wanna love her
i think she the devil, she be undercover
she turn to a devil when we under cover
sad, she got control of me
sad, she think so low of me
i’ma cry by myself, ain’t no holding me
how we both taking drugs when you cope with me?

and that bitch a ratchet
i can’t help but think to cuff
i swear, that’s my problem, i don’t give a fuck
i grit my teeth and i fuck shit up
i swing my dick on that bitch like a helicopter
in this bitch kicking shit like i’m playing soccer
treat these niggas like sons, like i’m they father
now a nigga tryna fight me, like
bro, you got her
huh, and i cannot cuff, even if i wanted to
and i cannot make this shit up
swear on my life, i’ma come for you
that could mean two things, let you pick and choose
i swear that he moving so crazy though
i’ma borrow this flow from my fucking bro
i just popped me a x, now i’m on the go
me and her having sex, yeah, we on a roll
if you wasting my time, then you get gone, get gone
i step in the function with all-black fit on, fit on
swear, by the end of the night, yeah
she gon’ be all in my bed, yeah
what difference could one night make?
then i fuck up and do it again, yeah

what if i told you i couldn’t make no money?
would you still fuck with me?
if i was doing making you calm, would you still love me?
i just can’t figure it out, yeah
what are you on about?, yeah
i fuck her, she scream so loud, yeah
the wrong shit keep making me higher
if i keep going, i’m gonna die, yeah


i cannot trust her
even though, i wanna love her
i think she the devil, she be undercover
she turn to a devil when we under cover
sad, she got control of me
sad, she think so low of me
i’ma cry by myself, ain’t no holding me
how we both taking drugs when you cope with me?

control p. thirtyseven

honesty. 

@4thysoul

huh, i just got my soul tied
too deep in this shit
told that bitch, “it’s gon’ be alright”
i’ll make more of this
told my baby, “we’ll be alright”
swear, we gon’ get rich (uh, huh)
what?, yeah
yeah, we like “what’s with ‘em?”
on my feet running away from the system
nigga talking that shit, he gon’ get on
yeah, the reaper gon’ come for me 
lucky i got the benji’s to comfort me
swore i wasn’t gon’ make it, they spun for me
i don’t fuck with your bitch, but she sucking me
(ooh, now, yeah)

it seems that we have made our minds up
no more words to speak
the memories of it all were left behind
remember caring for each other
while judgements fell away?
so please believe there is another moment to-

how you gon’ love me?
you don’t even love yourself
how you gon’ trust me? (huh)
when you don’t even trust yourself
huh, you don’t need me, baby
and i don’t need your heart
that bitch driving me so crazy
i don’t know where to start
i just gotta move on
i can’t fuck with these ho’s now (ha)
guess i say that shit, as i’m taking her clothes off
i’ma fuck this bitch, i’ll regret it tomorrow
ha, let my toolie piss
that’s the last light that he saw

could we ever find the reason why?
how could we go so wrong for so long?

huh, i just got my soul tied
too deep in this shit
told that bitch, “it’s gon’ be alright”
i’ll make more of this
told my baby, “we’ll be alright”
swear, we gon’ get rich (uh, huh)
what?, yeah
yeah, we like “what’s with ‘em?”
on my feet running away from the system
nigga talking that shit, he gon’ get on
yeah, the reaper gon’ come for me 
lucky i got the benji’s to comfort me
swore i wasn’t gon’ make it, they spun for me
i don’t fuck with your bitch, but she sucking me
(ooh, now, yeah)

wanderers p. skxlly

can’t explain. 
@4thysoul

lyrics later

georgia peach p. volta + aria1k + plugghurtz

written & mixed by me and xlovel
@4thysoul

i love the way you lie
always go out of your way to waste my fucking time
do you love me like you say?
make up your fucking mind
put so many drugs to waste, they help me lose my mind
i can’t go outside today, you took my life away
im not something for you to kiss on and throw away
you cant realize when you did wrong, nothing to say
i cant help to see where it went wrong
and thats okay

bitch, tell me the reason
tell me you “resent me”
you talk about leaving like it’s so easy
glock spray on a nigga, it got no fucking conscience
say i’m “wrong”, how do you figure?
lil’ bitch, i know you lying
you can’t take responsibility to save your life
she gon’ try to find any means to start a fight
bitch, i’m better off without it
you cannot deny that
this glock gon’ send him back
in the H, like “where you at?”
tell me that you “love me”, tell me “it’s okay”
what do you want from me?
can you go away?
i wish i could love you, i wish we could work
bitch, you just not for me, and i know it hurt
you just want my shit, huh?
you never change, and you so quick to blame me
what a shame (huh)
take that nigga down, bitch
can you move around, hoe?
hoes be fiending for dick, i can’t take it anymore

i love the way you lie
always go out of your way to waste my fucking time
do you love me like you say?
make up your fucking mind
put so many drugs to waste, they help me lose my mind
i can’t go outside today, you took my life away
im not something for you to kiss on and throw away
you cant realize when you did wrong, nothing to say
i cant help to see where it went wrong
and thats okay

love the way you lie p. don

beauty.
{prod. mussiles}
@4thysoul

you can’t take me, you can’t take me
you can’t take me, nigga
just like a ho that don’t wanna be saved
couldn’t pay me, nigga
to go back on my word, or the things that i say
you can’t spray me, nigga
you run up on me, we gon’ send you away
you can’t change me, bitch
just like that, share me your pain, that’s it
i done been through the storm, and the rain, bitch
make this shit way too easy, i’m changing it
looking out for them niggas, like scenary, yeah 
so much niggas i couldn’t just keep with me, yeah
so much bitches i could just not keep with me, yeah
elysium, it be keeping me up
let me see sum, yeah, that bitch is a slut
and i can’t run, i won’t make it too far
take some, matter fact, take it all

you wasn’t with me, lil’ nigga
no you wasn’t in it
passing through these pussy niggas,
like a fucking senate
battle after battle, i’ma take care of my fucking winnings
i-i-i’ll make sure of that shit, bitch, you gone too
you ain’t into that shit, what you gon’ do?
i ain’ got me a stick, but i’m going to (yeah)
i take a little bit of a hit, now i’m gone too
yeah, and i got too much adrenaline, i might spazz out
yeah, and i got too many royalties, i’ma cash out
and i swear that i’m a king, i got royalty you can’t have, now
i can’t fuck with you, i swear that it’s loyalty you don’t have now
swear that you got niggas deploying, on my soul i’ll crashout
you can sic all of your niggas, i’ll leave ‘em straight on the ground now 
they need to put me on a fucking watchlist (yeah)
and your bitch, she all on my- (bitch)
i told that lil’ ho that she can’t stop it 

you can’t take me, you can’t take me

you can’t take me, nigga
just like a ho that don’t wanna be saved
couldn’t pay me, nigga
to go back on my word, or the things that i say
you can’t spray me, nigga
you run up on me, we gon’ send you away
you can’t change me, bitch
just like that, share me your pain, that’s it
i done been through the storm, and the rain, bitch
make this shit way too easy, i’m changing it
looking out for them niggas, like scenary, yeah 
so much niggas i couldn’t just keep with me, yeah
so much bitches i could just not keep with me, yeah
elysium, it be keeping me up
let me see sum, yeah, that bitch is a slut
and i can’t run, i won’t make it too far
take some, matter fact, take it all

dont wanna be saved

robyn. 

@4thysoul

she don’t want me no more
i don’t understand why
i don’t even know what i did, bae
why the fuck you be treating me that way?
a pussy nigga wan’ try me, get cropped out
niggas know there ain’t nothing to talk about 
ain’t no pattern before, she just walk out
bitch, we attack you, we shooting your block now
huh, fuck that pussy nigga, bitch, we on that shit
i’ma pull the trigger, i’ma take his bitch
you know i’m the type of nigga that’ll take a risk
yeah, oh, bitch, yeah bitch (huh)
you play with that shit (huh)
no, bitch, no bitch, i don’t play that shit
we got that bitch, he gon’ call an assist 
yeah, move on your own
and that bitch destroyed, she just can’t be alone

talk to me, bae
we can’t let shit end this way
and i promise, we’ll be okay
you’ll realize that i make mistakes, but it’s okay
huh, we on a new light (yeah)
this glock finna blitz him
take that nigga up out of the system 
i don’t play about that shit, nigga, get gone

(what, yeah-aye)
(what, yeah)
(ooh, aye)
(ooh, bae, what?)
(ooh, no)

(oh, bitch, yeah, bitch)
(you play with that shit)
(no, bitch, no, bitch)
(i don’t play that shit)
(move on your own)
_____________________________
credits to rihanna 😭🙏🏽

kiss it better

for your soul p. familiar ix

tell me how you feel.
@4thysoul

i can’t take no loss, because i’m that nigga
huh, lose the attitude, and i’ll get right with you
i pull up inside a wife beater
i’m a artist, baby, not a mind reader
what the fuck made you think i’ma take it all, bae?
keeping up with you as best as i can

huh, tell me whats the deal, uh
you cannot just keep me in my feels, oh yeah
baby, tell me how you feel
don’t tell me fake, just tell me real
i’ma keep it real, nigga, real spill
we ain’t wasting time, nigga, leave me here
i dont give a fuck about that motherfucking shit
that nigga pulling up on me, get blast with a blick
all these lame niggas, they can suck on my dick
cupid tried to shoot me, like
bitch, jump in the air
back it up, nigga, do not touch, nigga
hitting up niggas, i’m getting bucks, nigga
niggas really hating, i could never fuck with you
running me around, what in the fuck made you figure that?

huh, i just be working so hard, i dont get no sleep
you like to talk all that, ah
like, baby, what the fuck you mean?
slide cancel a nigga like i’m playing COD
he shot and he missed, yeah, that nigga a bot
that nigga is talking, we send him to god
i could do way better, but i wont go hard
too stuck inside my mind
fuck that shit, i’d rather go blind
i’m taking the hits and i’m seeing the signs
don’t got time for this, pick a side 
you don’t gotta worry-
y-you don’t gotta worry-
ah-, ah-, baby, that’s it
and i could’ve told you that shit
pull up on that nigga, we slide with a stick (ah, huh)

(yeah, tell me what you want)
(tell me what you want)

i can’t take no loss, because i’m that nigga
huh, lose the attitude, and i’ll get right with you
i pull up inside a wife beater
i’m a artist, baby, not a mind reader
what the fuck made you think i’ma take it all, bae?
keeping up with you as best as i can

huh, tell me whats the deal, uh
you cannot just keep me in my feels, oh yeah
baby, tell me how you feel
don’t tell me fake, just tell me real
i’ma keep it real, nigga, real spill
we ain’t wasting time, nigga, leave me here
i dont give a fuck about that motherfucking shit
that nigga pulling up on me, get blast with a blick
all these lame niggas, they can suck on my dick
cupid tried to shoot me, like
bitch, jump in the air
back it up, nigga, do not touch, nigga
hitting up niggas, i’m getting bucks, nigga
niggas really hating, i could never fuck with you
running me around, what in the fuck made you figure that?


huh, tell me whats the deal, uh
you cannot just keep me in my feels, oh yeah
baby, tell me how you feel
don’t tell me fake, just tell me real
i’ma keep it real, nigga, real spill
we ain’t wasting time, nigga, leave me here

(yeah, tell me what you want)
(tell me what you want)

real spill p. familiar ix

mine forever.
@4thysoul

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you need to give it up
had about enough
it’s not hard to see the boy is mine
mine, mine

(woah, woah, yah)
(hm, woah, woah-oh, woah)
mine, mine, mine

i told that bitch that she mine forever, yah
nigga try to take some shit from me 
i swear, i’m blasting every-yah
huh, that bitch wan’ get her a taste
she suck on my dick then i nut on her face
i got me some glocks and they shoot at your face
i’ll air this shit out, drop the fuck down and pray
i ain’t saving no hoe, i ain’t saving nobody
lil’ nigga, i dont got a care
that nigga get touched, he can get fucked up
lil’ nigga gon’ get sprayed 
yeah, i don’ been gone for a minute
i’m back in this shit, now we get back to business
we shoot at that boy, i’ma blast at his fitted
my glock finna smoke him like cigs to his kidneys

hey, huh, bitch
there ain’t nothing to talk about
dont say shit, nigga, better walk it out
come try me lil’ nigga, you can get knocked down
i’m looking down on these niggas like midgets
spin on his block, spin a nigga like fidget
i bend that bitch over, then nut on her tiddies
like, how many racks do i got?
‘bout like fifty
that bitch suck me up like a succubus
you don’t get no racks and you crusty, bitch
that nigga so mad cause i fucked his bitch
he pulling up? nigga gon’ bite a switch
my glock gonna spray, nothing you can do to change it
i’m a fly lil’ nigga, ain’t nothing you can do to blame me 

i told that bitch that she mine forever, yah
nigga try to take some shit from me 
i swear, i’m blasting every-yah
huh, that bitch wan’ get her a taste
she suck on my dick then i nut on her face
i got me some glocks and they shoot at your face
i’ll air this shit out, drop the fuck down and pray
i ain’t saving no hoe, i ain’t saving nobody
lil’ nigga, i dont got a care
that nigga get touched, he can get fucked up
lil’ nigga gon’ get sprayed 
yeah, i don’ been gone for a minute
i’m back in this shit, now we get back to business
we shoot at that boy, i’ma blast at his fitted
my glock finna smoke him like cigs to his kidneys

you need to give it up
had about enough
it’s not hard to see the boy is mine
mine, mine

the girl is mine

written & mixed by me

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lyrics 

that bitch stress me out (stress me out)
you pull up, we stretch you out (yeah)
i pull up and fuck your baby
you wondering where she at 
you like, “she with the gang or sum?”
but she with the famous ones (ha)
and i’m with the gang, we run up on your homie
we taking sum, we take sum, yeah
huh, afraid here now?
that be that shit i don’t play about
fucking that bitch, and she suck me down
that’s that shit i go crazy about
and a bullet can’t graze me now
wanna try love, they always gon’ play me now
yeah, run up, we gon’ chase ya’ down (yeah, what?)

i be chilling with gang (hey)
i be with my guys, that nigga talk shit
then he get his ass fried, yeah
i’m about to catch him inside
bitch, i don’t fuck with you like that
you ain’t gotta lie
you thought you should ask
and i’m showing you why
bitch, how you figure i like you?
i’m dodging your signs
niggas beefing with me, i ain’t giving ‘em time (no)
blicks go “peek-a-boo” in your blinds (your blinds)
don’t let me sneak on you from behind
think he fucking with me, but he ran outta time
i’m the star of this show, and i’m letting it shine
maybe love just ain’t for me, and i don’t know why
can’t fuck with these bitches, they making me cry
know i’m telling the truth from the pain in my eyes
multitasking the juice, i got two at a time (huh)
i pull up on you, all your niggas gon’ fall down
niggas heard about me, got no reason to show out
and i’m telling the truth, but i don’t give a fuck now
nigga talking that shit, and we spin on your bro now
baby, look in my eyes, and you’ll see why i’m up now
huh, nigga, get with the times
your old money, it suck now (ha)
she saying she “love me”, now she wanna fuck now
she act so hasty, do not rush now

that bitch stress me out (stress me out)
you pull up, we stretch you out (yeah)
i pull up and fuck your baby
you wondering where she at 
you like, “she with the gang or sum?”
but she with the famous ones (ha)
and i’m with the gang, we run up on your homie
we taking sum, we take sum, yeah
huh, afraid here now?
that be that shit i don’t play about
fucking that bitch, and she suck me down
that’s that shit i go crazy about
and a bullet can’t graze me now
wanna try love, they always gon’ play me now
yeah, run up, we gon’ chase ya’ down (yeah, what?)

9pm in shibuya [adturnup]

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lyrics
I been tryna get geeked all night 
I'm with twin in the Rich', pour the Sprite
Hold my hand if you think it's for life
Can't believe they gave you (Wait, wait, what?)
Everybody know I'm glowin' up
Call up fat butt, she know how to fuckin' throw it up
I brought the drank in Nobu, now I'm throwed as fuck (Fuck, fuck)
What you meant you wanted love? 

I seen shit that you ain’t seen
Bitch, I seen too much (Much, what?, yeah)
You ain’t seen enough (Yeah)
Ima slut her out, make that bitch cream (Yeah)
I swear everything ain’t just what it seem (Uh, huh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up with a beamer
I turn A shy “Uwu” bitch into a screamer (Yeah)
They ain’t see the vision
Had to make me some believers (Huh, yeah, yeah)
I swear, that bitch sell right into my ego 
Hoes like glue, huh, they too stuck
Ain't nothing like you, I love lean, lean
I love bean and Ibiza

I been tryna get geeked all night 
I'm with twin in the Rich', pour the Sprite
Hold my hand if you think it's for life
Can't believe they gave you (Wait, wait, what?)
Everybody know I'm glowin' up
Call up fat butt, she know how to fuckin' throw it up
I brought the drank in Nobu, now I'm throwed as fuck (Fuck, fuck)
What you meant you wanted love?

nothing like you (nettspend remix) p. ok

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I swear, that bitch so fucked up (Yeah)
Tell me the truth from the lies, baby, I cannot pick it apart (Can’t pick it apart)
You say you “Cutting all ties”, baby
Was it too much for you? (Ha)
I ain’t tryna make you cry, baby, I just think I had enough
I dont need your money, nigga, bitch, I got enough (I got enough)
Talking that shit, little nigga, we hanging you up (Oh)
I got so much cash now, my nigga’s some stylists, we stand out
Choppa gon’ fire, he can’t stand now (Yeah)
We silence that boy, like the lambs, now

Yeah, ha
My niggas trap out the woodworks
I got to supply my team, gotta go back, I’ma check on my hood first
Nigga, we done got so big now
And I could buy your house, like ten times (Yeah)
High as a bitch, we on cloud-nine (Ha)
That nigga ain’t seeing his switch-fye
I’ma go hotbox the coupe, make sure my nigga ain’t having no smoke

Do niggas start thinking, before they start speaking?
I swear, I’ll be damned, ‘cause these niggas be slow
I turn to lil’ will, slap that bitch ‘bout A joke
Inhaling too much, swear that bitch ‘bout to choke
Hey, and you texting love letters, my dick down her throat
Feel bad for that boy, could feel bad about A hoe
My homie tweak out for any reason, I’ll see you on the weekend
Ain’t no way I’m bouncing back, bitch, I’m gone off the deep end
Shawty find more love, it aint me you can depend on
All of these racks, who to spend on? (Yeah)
I’ll make that little bitch bend down
Turn on your music, bitch, take us to snooze-town
Yeah, hang with me, enjoy the fruits now

I swear, that bitch so fucked up (Yeah)
Tell me the truth from the lies, baby, I cannot pick it apart (Can’t pick it apart)
You say you “Cutting all ties”, baby
Was it too much for you? (Ha)
I ain’t tryna make you cry, baby, I just think I had enough
I dont need your money, nigga, bitch, I got enough (I got enough)
Talking that shit, little nigga, we hanging you up (Oh)
I got so much cash now, my nigga’s some stylists, we stand out
Choppa gon’ fire, he can’t stand now (Yeah)
We silence that boy, like the lambs, now

sorry

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I swear, that lil’ bitch A fiend (Ah) I want that bitch on the team (Ah)
She put her friends on to me, not changing lives, so don’t listen to me (Ah)
Slice up that boy, he get cleaved (Ah) We leave his blood on the seat (Ah)
I got some tricks up my sleeve (Ah) Got shit to prove, so let me up
I do not care ‘bout your bro (Ah) Tell her to leave me alone (Ah)
She asking me “Can we go up to my room, and close the door” (Ah)
I told that bitch “Let me lead it”, too good not to be conceited
Nigga gotta problem? Better leave it
Turn that nigga to a paraplegic 

Too advanced to level in A group, sick of your ass,
Baby, tell me the truth 
Throw me in circles, run me for A loop
When that picture get perfect, you know how I do
Number-one self sabotager
Gave myself what I needed to prosper 
Made A city of gold and made it my turf (Ha)
Nigga’s ready to go, I guess it’s my turn
No, we don’t run back no tape, that nigga was talking, and fuck, it’s too late
You walk it, you talk it, bitch, run from your days
‘Til you fuck up, and trip on the shit that you laid
You can run from my clique, there won’t be no delays
We say “Fuck it, Chidori” bet your ass get tazed
Talmbout’ that shit too gorey, then, bitch, get away
Got too much shit for me, can’t let that get away
Bitch, I’ll turn that “We time” straight into “Me time”
Ha, you fuck up one time, that’s your ass
Ain’t no “If’s”, “But’s”, or “What’s”, fuck A rewind
Body, tell me the truth, fuck, am I hurt?
Lost the vision I knew, need reminders
Nigga’s claim they the best, bitch, I concur
Pit me up with the rest, bet I’ll conquer

(Relay me the truth, ‘cause I believe in you)
(Relay me the truth, bae, I believe in you, ooh)

I swear, that lil’ bitch A fiend (Ah) I want that bitch on the team (Ah)
She put her friends on to me, not changing lives, so don’t listen to me (Ah)
Slice up that boy, he get cleaved (Ah) We leave his blood on the seat (Ah)
I got some tricks up my sleeve (Ah) Got shit to prove, so let me up
I do not care ‘bout your bro (Ah) Tell her to leave me alone (Ah)
She asking me “Can we go up to my room, and close the door” (Ah)
I told that bitch “Let me lead it”, too good not to be conceited
Nigga gotta problem? Better leave it
Turn that nigga to a paraplegic

believe in thy conquerer

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Pull up on me, I’m gon’ blam him
Yeah, he done, bitch 
Yeah, I know some niggas, pull up on ya’
They’ll get ya’ done quick
Fuck that ho, I’m done with her theatrics
I gotta make this shit stretch, like elastic (ha)
That bitch wan’ know my name
I’m like “Who asking?” (ha)
That bitch gon’ fuck for fame, that be that sad shit (yeah)
Ha, that bitch gon’ sell her soul
And she too tired for the weapon
Swear my heart been so cold, I won’t give that bitch my blessing

I can’t be no hero, lil’ nigga
Go and pick his side (yeah, he won)
My glock gon’ spin hella crazy
Just got a new ‘40, I don’t wanna fight (ha)
What’s in the air? nigga’s so mad
Fuck it, that shit is too bad
Bitch, I’m tryna fuck sum, like Glokk40spaz
These niggas be bums, these niggas be ass (ha)
bee-bee-bee-bee, that’s the sound of my toolie, nigga
My phone go “Beep-beep-beep-beep”
Let’s just get him hit up
I’m not the type to get my hands dirty
Ain’t had to do that shit in awhile
I’m way too up for that shit, nor will I let myself down
My niggas be talking that shit, we be ‘bout that real shit
Nigga, you on here capping for the gram (ha)
He must me smoking dick, why you talking that shit?
Little nigga don’t know who I am
Dun-dun-dun-dun
Nigga, you about to be done with (ha)
Shit I can’t stomach, swear she not the one, bitch

Pull up on me, I’m gon’ blam him
Yeah, he done, bitch 
Yeah, I know some niggas, pull up on ya’
They’ll get ya’ done quick
Fuck that ho, I’m done with her theatrics
I gotta make this shit stretch, like elastic (ha)
That bitch wan’ know my name
I’m like “Who asking?” (ha)
That bitch gon’ fuck for fame, that be that sad shit (yeah)
Ha, that bitch gon’ sell her soul
And she too tired for the weapon
Swear my heart been so cold, I won’t give that bitch my blessing

Yeah, he done, bitch 
Yeah, I know some niggas, pull up on ya’
They’ll get ya’ done quick
(yeah)
Ha, that bitch gon’ sell her soul
And she too tired for the weapon
Swear my heart been so cold, I won’t give that bitch my blessing

don’t be a hero

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(Feel free to intrude, I love you)

I don’t think that I could go back home
Or I don’t think I should go, no
Hoe, treat me like I’m immortal, I could’ve died without A mic in my hand (Fah)
Nigga’s won’t hear me, swear that these nigga’s don’t know what I’m saying (Fah, fah)
Blick ‘bout to blast, it’s gon even my pain
Please share in my pain, I could’ve took A different route
I stayed in that lane (Huh)
I could’ve took that nigga out, I swear that I changed
Huh, I’m finna blast on A hoe-boy
Yeah, speak on my name, you get ho’d boy

Yeah, I could’ve died if it weren’t for this shit
Post A story online, they won’t care ‘bout that shit
I’m out of my mind, I care about this (Ha)
These thoughts really mine? Or my mind went to shit?
I’ma really tell the truth, I can’t figure it out (Ha)
Don’t be A stranger, have A chat, we can figure it out
Different day, it’s different weather
I hope that bitch brought A sweater
Stuck in A hard place, I can’t get my mood right
I’m in the trap, what A lunatic
Screaming at me, so I can’t even move right
I feel ungrateful, can’t pinpoint my sadness
Laugh to the bank, and I support my habit
My girl so pretty, you nigga’s can’t have it
I’ll send you to hell, if you try to act classless


Oh, woah
I can sense a running game, it’s all coming back to me
All these niggas act like lames, I’m like “Fuck society”
Pretty girl, she give me brain, I’ma fuck her ass to sleep
(Woah, yeah, yeah, brain, yeah, fuck her ass to sleep)
I give A fuck to ask where you go
Moving too fast? Nigga, you too slow
Give her my heart, wrap that bitch in A bow
Smart with expenses, I’ll slide in A bowl (Huh)
Fit all black, like A crow, baby
Life is strange, it’s so crazy

Or I don’t think I should go, no
Hoe, treat me like I’m immortal, I could’ve died without A mic in my hand (Fah)
Nigga’s won’t hear me, swear that these nigga’s don’t know what I’m saying (Fah, fah)
Blick ‘bout to blast, it’s gon even my pain
Please share in my pain (Share my pain)
I could’ve took A different route, I stayed in that lane (Huh)
I could’ve took that nigga out, I swear that I changed
Huh, I’m finna blast on A hoe-boy
Yeah, speak on my name, you get ho’d boy

mortal man

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That bitch took me on the road, never told me where we going (Ha)
I don’t need no ho’s, swear to God, you up to 
something
Stand on my money, tall as Andre Drummond
Swear my AK sing, but with the silencer, it’s humming
How I get this shit? Military tossing, turning
She gon’ suck my dick ‘til I’m, ah, ‘til I’m cumming

You ain’t really hurtin’, ‘til you feel it in your stomach
I can tell you how it go, ‘cause I already done it
Swear to God, that bitch so fine, baby-girl, why you crying?
They say “Time is of the essence”, but I’ll take as long as I like
Nigga, where your bands at?
Talking shit? I swear, I’ll drop you where you stand at
Tried to play the field, I couldn’t, so I ran back
Yeah, we gon’ punish him, I’m putting belt to his ass
(Belt to- ah)

That bitch took me on the road, never told me where we going (Ha)
I don’t need no ho’s, swear to God, you up to 
something (Yeah)
Told my bitch “Let’s go, this party getting boring”
If we make it home, I promise, I’ll keep loving you
Even if we don’t, I promise, baby, I’ll follow you
Yeah, and if I sing this song, you’ll know that it’s my call to you

roman *lyrics in desc*

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We can sit here, and go back-and-forth, all night
We could just fuck until we lose our minds
Baby, I’ma tell you the truth, I swear i prefer the latter
Swear to God, baby, we not breaking the rules
And I know what you after, we get down like that, uh
See the look in your eyes, and I reciprocate it back, ah
Swear to God, I want it bad, she want it bad
Said you was “Coming right back”, but that was the last

(Say you wanna love me)
(Yeah, I wanna touch you)
(She wanna fuck me)
(I swear, I’ll do it faster)

Do you know what love entails? I made her cum everywhere
She wanna suck me, damn, bae I’m like “Turn around”

Yeah, I’m like “Turn her around”, I know she won’t turn me down
Had to run my money up, she keep tryna bring me down
I know that she loving my sound, ah yeah
I can’t fall in love with A hoe, I told the lil’ bitch “turn around”
Don’t come back to me no more, I know that she use me for promo
But I can’t let her use me no more
She say she in love, but I’m used to it
I can’t fall in love with no dumb whore
She keep on waiting for new music, but I don’t feel like dropping no more
Give A stupid hoe top, and she want more 

(Say you wanna love me)
(Yeah, I wanna touch you)
(She wanna fuck me)
(I swear, I’ll do it faster)

I’m finna fuck this bad hoe, she gave me head now I’m switching my clothes
Stupid hoe, she don’t got goals
Fuck her, then I’m going ghost

all she do

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Yeah, you can’t make it out lil’ nigga, this shit drive you crazy
Bitch, I’m thinking behind the wheel
Don’t know where I’m driving lately, I been passing the same hills
I might be going crazy, huh 
Baby tell me, what’s your deal? why you been acting shady?
You can always tell when they gon’ leave, you can tell when the love is fading (ha)
It make no difference to me, lil’ bitch, I’m way too faded (Yeah)
And that’s as good as it’s gon’ get, I just can’t save the day

I been running out of shit to rap about, so I’m talking that real shit
That shit way too much, just to deal with
He talking crazy, I swear, I’ma kill him
I stay to myself, bitch, I’m up out the mix
Nigga’s tell me I’m stupid for loving A bitch
But I kinda agree, I been falling for shit (Yeah)
The drug’s in my hand, should I take ‘em or put ‘em down?
Karma, that shit come around, I love that “bang-bang” sound
Emo ho, she creep me out
Know what to do to keep me around (Ha)
She gon’ put that pussy on me, I’ma fall again
Bitch, know I love some temptation, so I’ma go fuck A fan
Bitch nigga, up out my way, you do not want the smoke
So, lil’ nigga, get down
I bust on her face, she gon’ open her legs like that
I love the way that she sucking me down (Ha)
Nigga’s gon’ talk about shit they don’t do, nigga, I know you
Fucking two ho’s, yeah, that’s double the juice
I’ma drop me A bag on these ho’s, that’s my mood
Challenge me in A way that I can’t complain
Yeah, some people don’t change
Flexing them racks, but that nigga get chump change 
She see me like Superman, that bitch my Lois Lane
That nigga talkin’, but I do not know his name
See through the fake shit, my nigga, like cellophane
You cannot lock in, lil’ nigga, not stealing game
He riding the wave, that nigga try stealing fame

Yeah, you can’t make it out lil’ nigga, this shit drive you crazy
Bitch, I’m thinking behind the wheel
Don’t know where I’m driving lately, I been passing the same hills
I might be going crazy, huh 
Baby tell me, what’s your deal? why you been acting shady?
You can always tell when they gon’ leave, you can tell when the love is fading (ha)
It make no difference to me, lil’ bitch, I’m way too faded (Yeah)
And that’s as good as it’s gon’ get, I just can’t save the day

can’t save the day

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Yeah, you got it, I get it, you turning tables
I made A promise, somehow I feel like I’ll break it
How do I stop feeling A way? It’s heartbreaking 
Yeah, I said “I’m good”, can you leave me alone?
Said you “Understand it”, but I’m still sending you home
I’ll be lucky if you decide to pick up the phone

Yeah, I’ll meet you there, I wanna see you (Bae)
Talking shit, I’ma send that nigga up, broadway
You can’t look me in the eye, and I can’t see your face 
Yeah, got my Glock up on the table
Drugs got me feeling low, but I’m feeling “able”
We electrify him, stick him up like cable
I might tell A joke, but bitch, I won’t tell no fables
Yeah, you don’t know how that shit feel (Huh)
Pouring up on saturday, yeah, real spill
I’ma pull up on her, yeah-yeah, bitch, forreal 
You ain’t talking about no deal, you ain’t making this shit work
Bitch, I shoot just to kill, I ain’t leaving no nigga hurt
Say it’s my fault, for real? yet you did that shit first
I been chasing reality, it’s killing me
Swear to God that there is no subtly, you feeling me?
(Oh, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, you got it, I get it, you turning tables
I made A promise, somehow I feel like I’ll break it
How do I stop feeling A way? It’s heartbreaking 
Yeah, I said “I’m good”, can you leave me alone?
Said you “Understand it”, but I’m still sending you home
I’ll be lucky if you decide to pick up the phone

Ohhhhhhh, pick up for me
You the moon, you the earth,shawty
I’m that nigga, make it hurt, yeah, body
Post your stories, make it seem a way
Make us seem a way, we can do it all day (Mmh)
That’s okay, yeah, I’ma make it work, lil’ nigga, anyday
Smoking on gas, oh yeah
Gotta do this shit if I wanna stay sane
Got me fucked up, little bitch, okay
I’ma pull up on A lil’ bitch, get sprayed

Yeah, you got it, I get it, you turning tables
I made A promise, somehow I feel like I’ll break it
How do I stop feeling A way? It’s heartbreaking 
Yeah, I said “I’m good”, can you leave me alone?
Said you “Understand it”, but I’m still sending you home
I’ll be lucky if you decide to pick up the phone

turn the tables

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