Lyrics 

Bitch I am a god 
I’m a general a manager 
Did a nigga rob you ain’t no money in yo register 
Ian in no hospital but im smokin medical 
Nigga come & shop got them packs all through the megabus 
Chopper made em fall can please somebody help em up 
Fuck nigga try me, pussy nigga ima wet you up 
All these niggas talk, pussy boy ain’t you said enough 
Comin back for all my revenge ian had enough 

If a bitch ask me for some money ima laugh at ya 
Smokin on some bubblegum this shit got me extra stuck
Versace boxers lil bitch this ain’t no ethika 
Nigga you aint hard all these niggas playin extra tough 
Nigga fuck yo guns I got guns too bitch ian scared of ya 
If I drop that bag yo own niggas gon set you up 
Fuck nigga stupid bitch I do this on the regular 
Bitch I’m in the trap pourin 4s I need a extra cup 
I just put my dick on yo bitch she a mega slut 
She don’t use no hands 
Yo bitch ride me like a Tesla 
Niggas know can’t they fuck with me 
I’m too pressure bruh 
Keep on hatin baby give no fuck 
You need to step it up 

(Chorus)

WEAPON X

11 Revenge

Lyrics 

Niggas mad at me now 
These niggas wanna be me wow 
I Think I am Professor X yo mind I can read it now 
These fuck niggas pissed me off im goin Wolverine now 
This glock look like Cyclops cause that red beam on yo teeth now 
Fuck nigga played with me 
He on a TV screen now
He in another place 
Nigga thought it was a dream now 
Racks all in my jeans 
Gotta bad bitch look like Jean now 
I use to be humble 
But I’m goin Mr Beast now 

You ain’t talkin green ima storm off like a mean  child
Go Storm on yo ass bullets rainin they gone teem down 
Speakers jumpin like a Toad while a nigga speed now
I customized the whip baby Nightcrawler my seats now 
I been spending money all on guns & some bling now 
Bitch I feel like Iceman 
This ice all on my rings now 
This bitch wanna fuck on me 
Cause i be gettin green now 
Sexy bitch in all blue 
I call this bitch Mystique now 
Nigga say he gonna catch me slippin off the lean now 
I wish a nigga would 
Ima leave em where he be now 
You ain’t with squad nigga 
You ain’t with the team now 
I’m really goin Weapon X 
X 23 now 

(Chorus)

10 Goin Mr Beast

Lyrics

Glock look like a PSP
Drum look like a XBox 
Fuck boy just a memory 
Should’ve told his ass stop 
Rollin off this stinky tree 
Got me in a headlock 
Don’t know what you see in me 
Baby ima damn thot 
I’m in love with counting green 
Counting up some dead guap 
Spookyli he love to eat 
Cashin out at restaurants 
I was only just a teen 
I was playin x box 
That is not a shoe box 
Baby that’s a trap box 

Gotta get these pounds off 
Bitch I’m sellin half off 
My trap jump like trampolines 
It’s shakin like dreadlocks 
If a nigga play w me 
He gon need a med box 
Diamonds red like cherries be 
Bitch i need them red rocks 
Diamonds green like justice league 
Green lantarn my damn watch 
Sippin on some Texas tea 
Movin slow I can’t stop 
Dis bitch wanna marry me
I just need that damn top 
Ian even slept for weeks 
Yo bitch keep me energized 
Money keep on callin me 
Work like I got three 3 jobs 
Think I need a detox 
Drugs all in my body parts 
Niggas keep on starin g 
It’s gon be a damn prob
I shoot up yo chrome heart tee 
Dis Chrome all in yo damn heart

(Chorus)

09 Xbox (Casok x KRXXK)

Lyrics

Ima fuckin mutant nigga i can’t take a fuckin loss
They say Jesus comin back get ready for the holocaust 
Pull up in that whats a name
They like damn how much it cost 
I’m so proud of myself 
Baby ima fuckin boss 
Ian worried bout no nigga talkin 
Cause they fuckin soft 
Niggas claim they gangsta 
Boy you sweeter than some applesauce 
I dream about murder in my sleep when I’m knodding off 
Ready for whatever bitch 
We can get it poppin off 

Wishin that I fell off 
You gon need some dragon balls 
I think I was born i hell 
Its demons in my fuckin house 
Baby I’m just laughin 
Nigga think he finna double cross 
I got shooters everywhere 
Ain’t no nigga runnin off 
All that playin in my hood 
You gon end up fuckin lost 
If you leave yo bitch in this trap 
She gettin fuckin tossed 
Ion trust a soul bitch 
Gotta cut yo stomach out 
I can’t shake a nigga hand 
fuck around & chop it off 
All this money on me baby 
I can take a nigga off 
Took over the summer bitch 
Might just do a somersault 
Niggas say I’m doin bad 
What the fuck they takin bout 
If you wanna keep yo tongue 
Please watch yo fuckin mouth 

(Chorus)

08 Mutant

Lyrics

Dis chopper in my lap 
Das da only bitch that’s cuddled up 
& bitch it’s game time 
Baby think it’s to huddle up 
These fuck niggas lookin scrawny nigga 
Get ya muscle up 
You tryna get ya bread up 
Well nigga getcha hustle up 
I shoot at fans & popperazi 
Please don’t do no runnin up 
Them holes in that nigga head 
Cause he is a dumb fuck 
… Bitch i got supplies im just lookin for the customers 
I’m takin shit back over bitch im sorry boy your summers up   

They thought a nigga was finished 
Well you got me fucked up 
I’m makin sure the work done 
Before I hit the gunja 
I’m trappin all week bitch from sun down bitch to sun up 
In kitchen with them pounds & the water bubbled up 
I’m steady countin blues you can call a nigga Donald Duck 
You starin at my shoes & they don’t cost a hunned bucks 
What you wanna do bitch we shoot it or it’s upper cuts
Bad bitch with sum Yeezys on i call her Donda 
These niggas be so funny just be talkin stfu 
These shitty ass rappers in the toilet need to plunge em up 
Actin like you gangsta pussy boy you is a bubblecup 
I gettin mo successful while they hatin it’s so wonderful 

(Chorus)

07 Game Time

Lyrics 

You think you He man 
Anybody get got 
Talkin bout what you gon do 
No you not 
Fuck this rap shit getting money on the block 
All i do is jugg, call me jugarnaut 
Fuck what you talkin bout spookyli keep a knot 
Laughing at all my opps they know they flopped 
We don’t fuck with 12 don’t give a fuck if they hot
Fuck nigga is you gonna jug or not ?


All this damn designer on my clos 
She like what the fuck i said 
Bitch i love to shop 
Niggas be hatin so hard get off my cock
Stay the fuck out da way ima put yo ass on fox 
…….  You don’t like me so 
Why the fuck you watch 
Might go spend a couple thousand on a watch 
I don’t like Dutch I don’t like scotch 
I just pour some dirty on some rocks 
Nigga be hittin my phone like where the drop 
Come get a sip bitch it’s fresh up out the box 
Already turnt finna turnt finna turnt it up a notch 
Flexin baby call me JUGGERNAUT

(Chorus)

06 Juggernaut

Lyrics

You wanna get some money 
Bitch you better you listen now 
My niggas ain’t no chef but 
They in the kitchen now 
I knew I was that nigga ever 
since I was a child 
Bitch if I get da work in 
You know Ima get it out 
Ya music doin bad 
Think it’s time sit it down 
If yeen makin money you ain’t got it figured out
Money over bitches 
What this shit about 
Ain’t workin in this house then you know you gettin out 

Aye why da softest niggas always wanna be loud ? 
He actin tough 
He standin up, the chopper hit ya down 
You look inside my closet you know ima fit the style 
The Burberry & Dior 
That’s a couple thou
People only talk shit 
Cause they gotta shitty mouth 
Bitch Tell them stop playin 
You know memphis been the south 
She wanna give me pussy
Ima knock the kitty out 
She swallowed all my kids 
She didn’t even spit it out 
Im trappin out da hotel ian even dippin out
You scared to move the work then you gotta ship it out 
Them hollow tips will make you dance like you Chrissy Brown 
Just learned a new dance pull up walk a nigga down

(Chorus)

05 Get It Out

(Lyrics) 


Watch on my arm all gold like a goldfish 
Got it off the trap 
I can show you how to grow it 
I think my favorite spot is the postage 
If I see a pound then that shit hocus pocus 
Bitch know I’m getting money 
Now she wanna know shit
Please go down 
Baby suck me like a locus 
Feds watchin me 
Pussy ian gotta show shit 
Nigga try me 
Fuck nigga in the ocean 

Niggas crashin out 
They don’t gaf bout nothin 
We don’t fuck around 
Pussy tell me where the smoke at 
Gucci gucci down 
Socks sandals got me cozy 
Ballin so hard 
Can you tell me where the coach went 
DG down 
Love Gabana & that Dolce 
New shit but they still listen to my old shit 
Spookyli too hot baby you gon need some Cold Mix 
You is not a plug you a stain bitch you bogus 
I’m my own boss so I went & bought a Rolex 
Caught a nigga down bad now I’m havin motion
Doin all that starin haha run up ima blow it 
Fuck niggas mad at me cause a nigga chosen 


(Chorus)

04 Show You

Lyrics 

I think just I lost marbles
I think I’m goin slow 
But the sky is lookin darker 
The devil took my soul 
Yea my pockets getting larger 
My feelings getting low 
Said she never break my heart 
I’ll never trust no hoe
I been focused on them dollars 
In case you didn’t know 
Bitch my fuckin circle smaller 
Than sum cheerios 
I be tryna avoid drama 
Still knocking at my door 
Sometimes I be askin God please 
Can I overdose 

I be trappin so damn hard 
How my neighbors don’t een know 
I don’t give a fuck bout Oscar’s 
I know that I’m the goat 
Hotter than cup of Starbucks 
& colder than snow 
Niggas got them birds like cardinals 
I only got them bows 
If a nigga want some problems 
Just let a nigga know 
I be sleeping with this glocka 
Like where my chopper go 
Think I need to see a doctor 
But all I get is CO 
Bitch that’s codiene  
Take a swallow 
Bitch welcome to Death Row

03 Feelings Gettin' Low

(Lyrics) 

I’m smokin gas 
I’m sellin bags come cop a eighth or two
If you want the rest 
Just hit my boy 
You better pay the dude 
If yo ass look like a snitch 
I gotta stay away from you 
This rappin shit so gay 
I rather trap & sell some qs 
You think im fallin off well pussy nigga April fools 
That lil nigga CRYIN on FaceTime 
His songs ain’t gettin no views 
Bitch ion got no sense 
Bitch I’m forever breakin rules 
& If I was you my nigga yes I would hate me too

Bitch ion see these niggas im just tryna make these blues 
If a nigga ever play with me his ass gone make the news 
I know some young niggas kickin doors & takin shoes 
Couple bitches in my traphouse shakin ass & takin nudes 
I’m pourin lean 
I’m sippin green 
Da cream be tastin smooth 
We got this bitch too trapped out
Put this shit on pay per view 
Mane these Niggas broke go get some clothes these bitches basic too 
I keep these niggas sizzling hot like some bacon do

02 Hate Me Too

(Lyrics) 

They like oh no 
Goddam not him again 
Bitch I got dat good dope 
That shit that make ya head spin 
Gotta stack them 100s up, 50s, 20s, & them 10s
I don’t fuck with niggas 
Bitch them glocks be my best friends 
That AK comin soon 
Damn I think I need a set of twins
Fucked that bitch so good I think she need some estrogen 
Know a couple niggas sellin white like a mexican 
& If you got them prices in the trap, tell em let me in 
Fuck it tell em send it the air like some pelicans 
Put money on yea head 
If you insulting my intelligence 
Need another address I might mail it to my bitch 
Out in California bitch I’m smokin on a elephant 
If I Rob my plug then I gotta hit sacks fifth
Can’t come to Memphis 10 
Pussy boy bitch you gettin stripped
Just ran outta drank 
I think I new script 
All I do is kick in the trap countin blue chips
Smokin so much dope damn im gettin blue lips
Countin so much money up I think I think my cut my fingertips 
Watch a pound break down 
Like a damn toothpick
Get that pack by Monday 
Then it’s gone by Tuesday 
I gotta get my cheese make it spread like some cool whip
& You ain’t never sold shit then nigga boy you useless 
Designer on me baby 
Know I gotta stay exclusive 
Can’t fuck with true religion 
I ain’t even Jewish 
Please don’t play no games w me
I am not a jule stick 
Oops I mean joystick 
I’m thinkin bout that uzi 
Stay up out my way 
Run you over like it’s two whips 
That pistol gone get smart with ya 
If you playin stupid, nigga

02 Hate Me Too

SPOOKYLI

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