THE HIT$: VOLUME FOUR

LYRIC$:

YOU KNOW THAT I'LL FALL OFF AND PILFER
BUT STILL GOT A BALL THAT I'LL DELIVER
BOUT TO GO CALL OFF THEM HITTERS
AND IF ITS A PALL MALL, CUT THE FILTER
GOT THAT SAWED OFF, BUST A BIN
YOU'RE GUSHIN ALL UP ON MY BED
CURE IT, THEN IMA GOD, I GUESS,
PURELY A POSITIVE IDEA
NOW I DONE GOT CALLED OUT BY A REF, KID
WE GONE BALL NOW, WHY'D HE TECH ME?
IM GON FALL DOWN IN MY DEPRESSION,
AND THE REST IS ALL OUT OF QUESTION
CONFESSING, CALM DOWN, CORRECTION
THEY ALL JUS TALK ABOUT THE SET, SHIT,
DAWG YA SOFT, AND BOUND TO SET TRIP,
BUT I PICK EM OFF, AND NOW HE'S A DEAD, KID,
CONFESSING, NAH CALM DOWN, CORRECTION,
THAT'S AT BEST, A CRAPPY GUESS, BITCH
YES A PEST IS SADLY STRESSING
DRESSED IMPRESSIVE, FANCY, SEXY
BEST BELIEVE I'LL NEVER LET UP
MESCALINE I'M PEDDLING. MEDDLING
IN SOME METH, AND SEEKIN PROTECTION
BITCH MY FISTS BOUT LETHAL WEAPONS
LICKED MY DICK THEN SHE SMILED AT ME
BIT MY LIP, IT MADE MY LEG KICK
TRICK GOT ME LIKE BEYOND HAPPY
IN MY HEAD, I SEE LIGHTS, HEAVEN
STREETS OF GOLD, AND STREAKS OF SILVER
DEEP BELOW. I WEEP AND WIMPER.
SEE NO HOPE, I BE TOO BITTER
LEAVE ME ALONE TO FIEND, AND PILFER

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PILFER [PROD. SPHYNX]

LYRIC$:

MANE THEM FAKES CANT PASS ME.
THEY PLAY CHARADES, THEY CAPPING.
BLADE ERASE, THEY SAD, SEE?
IT'S SAFE TO SAY, THAT THEY SACKS WEAK.
AMAZING GRACE, I'M ACTUALLY
FADED, SPACED, AIN'T ASHY.
A-OKAY, IF YOU ASK ME.
BUT I'M SANK, I STAINED THE TAXI.
I GOT BLOOD ALL IN THE BACKSEAT.
TALKING TOUGH, I WILL REACT MEAN.
YEAH, YA JUS A FUCKING FAG, FLEE.
I'LL BUST MY GUN, AND THEN I'LL BLAST THESE 
FUCKING FUNGUS, FLAG FREE!
TUCKS MY GUN, AND I'M TAX FREE!
TA-DA, TOUCH UP YA TRASH HEAP!
WITH A SNUB, STUCK SPAZZING!

SHE MILES OUTTA STATE,
SHE'S A FUCKING BAD SEED.
COME PILE YALL'S HATE,
ME? I'M FUCKING LAUGHING!
IN THE SOUTH I WAS RAISED,
GET YO FUCKING ASS BEAT,
AND MY MOUTH, I SPRAY, SO FUCKING FASTLY!
DOUBT MY RAGE IS THE DAMN KEY.
THAT OUTRAGE IS DEMANDING.
KNIFE I TAKE AND THEN I STAB EEM,
MIGHT MICROWAVE ME A MAN, PREACH!
LIFE I HATE, SEE ME GASHING.
MY MIND I MAY REIMAGINE,
NICE, MY WAY, IT BE THE PATH, G.
SCYTHE I'M TAKING, AND I'M SLASHING.

TYLENOL TAKING, TAME THE TANTRUM.
MICROSOFT MADE ME, MAN, THEY MAD
ME? I'M ALL GRAVY, KEEP UP, RAPPING.
WHILE YALL BABIES, SEEM SO GASSY?
FILE ALL SAVED, AND WE ATTACH IT.
"STYLE SOFT, STAY!" SHE SAY SO SASSY.
SMILE STRONG, PRAISE ME, THE APACHE.
I'LL ALWAYS REMAIN THE BLACK SHEEP.

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BLACK$HEEP [PROD. LIL SWEDDEN]

LYRIC$:

HATER, HATER GO AWAY.
DON'T COME AGAIN ANOTHER DAY.
SLOPED UP IN THE HUMMER, STAINS,
ALL OVER YOUR MOTHERS FACE.
HATER, HATER, HOE YOU'RE FAKE,
SAVE YOUR SHAME FOR KODERS SAKE
MAIM YOUR DAME, INVOKE HER RAGE
AND MAN I CAME ALL OVER THE PLACE
HATER, HATER, SHOW YOUR FACE.
MAJOR PAIN, YOUR SOUL DECAYS.
FAME OR FLAMES, NO SOBER DAYS.
LAMER FLAKES, ARE GOING CRAZY
HATER, HATER, MAKE LIKE RAIN,
LATER QUAKER, SHAKE YOUR BRAIN
APE OR GREATER? ORANGUTAN
CAPERS, MAKING PLAYS, YOU'RE PRAYING
HATER, HATER, PAY YOUR WAY
TAKE THE SHANK OR RAZORBLADE
PLAY YOUR GAME, YOU GAY NERD,
TAKING ACRES OF YOUR SAFER HAVEN
SHAKE HER, WAKE HER, MAKE HER SING
WHEN I ATE HER, CAN'T TURN WAY FROM ME
PACER, LAKER, 8 EARNED RINGS, BUT
NOT FROM WHAT YOU THINK YOU'RE SEEING

HATER, HATER GO AWAY.
DON'T COME AGAIN ANOTHER DAY.
SLOPED UP IN THE HUMMER, STAINS,
ALL OVER YOUR MOTHERS FACE.
HATER, HATER, HOE YOU'RE FAKE,
SAVE YOUR SHAME FOR KODERS SAKE
MAIM YOUR DAME, INVOKE HER RAGE
AND MAN I CAME ALL OVER THE PLACE
HATER, HATER, SHOW YOUR FACE.
MAJOR PAIN, YOUR SOUL DECAYS.
FAME OR FLAMES, NO SOBER DAYS.
LAMER FLAKES, ARE GOING CRAZY
HATER, HATER, MAKE LIKE RAIN,
LATER QUAKER, SHAKE YOUR BRAIN
APE OR GREATER? ORANGUTAN
CAPERS, MAKING PLAYS, YOU'RE PRAYING
HATER, HATER, PAY YOUR WAY
TAKE THE SHANK OR RAZORBLADE
PLAY YOUR GAME, YOU GAY NERD,
TAKING ACRES OF YOUR SAFER HAVEN
SHAKE HER, WAKE HER, MAKE HER SING
WHEN I ATE HER, CAN'T TURN WAY FROM ME
PACER, LAKER, 8 EARNED RINGS, BUT
NOT FROM WHAT YOU THINK YOU'RE SEEING

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HATER, HATER, GO AWAY! [PROD. YAPUZI]

LYRIC$:

I'M BACK AND JUMPING AT THEM PUNK KIDS
DAPPING UP THEM DAFFY DUCKS, AND
ACTUALLY BLUNTED, PASSING CHRONIC,
BOY, WE OUT HERE RABBIT HUNTING.
HAD ENOUGH? THEN PACK IT UP AND
SACK A LUNCH, FOR AFTERWARDS, KID.
PACK A PUNCH, WITHOUT A GLOVE,
HE HAD A HUNCH, NOW HE'S HAVING A FIT.
LAUGH IT UP, SHE SADLY SUNKEN.
NASTY SLUT KEEPS GRABBING MY DICK.
FASTEN UP, SHE HAS ME WYLING.
PASS IT UP. ARE YOU RETARDED?
ACTUALLY BRUH, YEAH, DONT REMIND ME.
SOAKING DIAMONDS ON AN ISLAND.
HOE AND I, WE SO ALIVE, BITCH,
DON'T DENY IT, SHE A TROPHY WIFE, YEAH.
BITCH SAID, THIS A MAGIC EVENING.
FINNA TRICK THAT TRAMP TO TEASE ME.
LICK IT AND MISTREAT IT, BEAT IT UP,
AND LEAVE HER FREAKING BLEEDING.
YEAH, YOU SEE, I HAVE TO KEEP REPEATING
CUZ THAT'S AN ACT TO KEEP A SECRET.
I GOT A KNACK FOR FREQUENT FLEEING,
AND I'M ACTUALLY A DEMON.
IT'S AT A PASS. IT'S TRAGIC SEEMING.
SHATTERED GLASS, AND PATTERNED LESIONS.
MATTER OF FACT, GO GRAB YOUR GAT, GIRL,
I GOT YOUR BACK, LET'S BLAST THESE BEAMS, BITCH.

PASSIN THESE STICKS AT MY TEAMS CRIB
READY TO BLEED THEM ON THE CEMENT
FUCK A DUCK, AND ADD ADHESION 
FUCKING UP THAT GASH, GLADLY GRIN
SICK OF SUCKING, CANT BELIEVE IT
BIG CLIP BUSTIN AT YO PEOPLE
BITCH, I'M HUNTING THEM RABBITS, PREACH IT,
CUZ ITS FUCKING RABBIT SEASON
SHHHH... BE VERY, VERY QUITE,
BITCH I'M HUNTING CARROT EATERS
GON BE STARING DOWN THEM SIGHTS
i HIT YO FUCKING BUNNY EARS
YEAH, IMA TAKE AWAY YO LIFE
DON'T CONTROL THOSE DRASTIC REASONS
NINE A SPRAY, THEM FAKES THEY DIE,
YEAH HOE, YOU KNOW IT'S RABBIT SEASON.

THAT PAGEANTRY'S ATTRACTING ME, AND
TRAGEDY'S ATTACKING ME, SHIT.
NATURALLY AN ACADEMIC,
BUT BATSHIT, SEE? BE CRASHING IN IT
LASTLY SINK, THEN I BE SPINNIN
PASS THAT WEED, CUZ I CAN SMELL IT
PASSIVE, PEACEFUL, ACTUALLY, REALLY
GRABBING HEAT AND TRASHING SHIT, SEE,
MASSIVE EGO, THAT'S DEFINITE
MATCHING GREEN, SO PASS THE SPLIFF, SHIT,
SMACKING QUEENS, NO ACCIDENTS BITCH,
RABBIT SEASON, HAS ME WINNING
I'M ELMER FUDD, A BASTARD VILLAIN
I DEAL YOUR DRUGS, AND SMASH YOUR WOMEN
A SELLER OF A SHATTERED IMAGE,
WE NEVER FRONT, YO SACKS SO SKINNY
I'M ELMER FUDD, A BASTARD VILLAIN
I DEAL YOUR DRUGS, AND SMASH YOUR WOMEN
A SELLER OF A SHATTERED IMAGE,
NEVER FRONT, YO SACKS TOO SKINNY

PASSIN THESE STICKS AT MY TEAMS CRIB
READY TO BLEED THEM ON THE CEMENT
FUCK A DUCK, AND ADD ADHESION 
FUCKING UP THAT GASH, GLADLY GRIN
SICK OF SUCKING, CANT BELIEVE
BIG CLIP BUSTIN AT YA PEOPLE
BITCH, I'M HUNTING RABBITS, PREACH IT,
CUZ ITS FUCKING RABBIT SEASON
SHHHH... BE VERY, VERY QUITE,
BITCH I'M HUNTING CARROT EATERS
GON BE STARING DOWN THEM SIGHTS
i HIT YO FUCKING BUNNY EARS
YEAH, IMA TAKE AWAY YO LIFE
DON'T CONTROL THOSE DRASTIC REASONS
NINE A SPRAY, THEM FAKES THEY DIE,
YEAH HOE, YOU KNOW IT'S RABBIT SEASON.

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WABBIT $EA$ON [PROD. L.DOLLAZ X DUCE.6X]

LYRIC$:

CAME BACK WITH A KIP UP
I WILL NEVER GIVE UP
YOU CAN GET YOUR SHIT TOUCHED
IF YOU COME RUNNING YO LIP UP
IM DRUNK OFF THAT LIQUOR
SPITTING SHIT, BITCH, GET FUCKED
LICK A SLIT, THEN DIP BRUH, YEAH
AND MOST THESE BITCHES SICK OF IT
CAME BACK WITH A KIP UP
I WILL NEVER GIVE UP
YOU CAN GET YOUR SHIT TOUCHED
IF YOU COME RUNNING YO LIP UP
IM DRUNK OFF THAT LIQUOR
SPITTING SHIT, BITCH, GET FUCKED
LICK A SLIT, THEN DIP BRUH, YEAH
AND MOST THESE BITCHES SICK OF IT

BUT I DONT GIVE A FUCK DOE
I KICK IN YO FRONT DOOR
I STICK DICK IN A CUNT BRO
BUT I STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG
FUCKIN UP MY LUNGS HOE
SMOKING ON SOME SKUNK, STRONG
FUCKIN ANOTHER DUMB HOE
BUT THIS ONE DONT BELONG DOE
WE CAN GET ALONG DOE
I REACH FOR THE LONG BOW
I HIT EEM WITH ALL OF EM
SHE BE SURE TO FOLLOW
HE SLEEPY LIKE HOLLOW
TIPS AIMED AT YO SPOT BRO
FUCK YOU, YOU COP CALLIN
BUST YOU IN YO TOP HOE
BITCH I GET THE DUMMY DUCKING
SLICE HIS SHIT LIKE TUMMY TUCKING
THATS END OF DI-FUCKING-SCUSSION
WHY GIVE IN TO REPERCUSSIONS
FUCKIN YO WIFE, SHE MY CUDDLE BUDDY
SIPPIN MAI TAIS, I SIP MUDDY MUDDY
WE FUCKIN ON TOP OF YA COVERS SLUTTY
BUT HOLD UP THATS MY BROTHERS BUNNY

CAME BACK WITH A KIP UP
I WILL NEVER GIVE UP
YOU CAN GET YOUR SHIT TOUCHED
IF YOU COME RUNNING YO LIP UP
IM DRUNK OFF THAT LIQUOR
SPITTING SHIT, BITCH, GET FUCKED
LICK A SLIT, THEN DIP BRUH, YEAH
AND MOST THESE BITCHES SICK OF IT
CAME BACK WITH A KIP UP
I WILL NEVER GIVE UP
YOU CAN GET YOUR SHIT TOUCHED
IF YOU COME RUNNING YO LIP UP
IM DRUNK OFF THAT LIQUOR
SPITTING SHIT, BITCH, GET FUCKED
LICK A SLIT, THEN DIP BRUH, YEAH
AND MOST THESE BITCHES SICK OF IT



KIP-UP (PROD. MENGINE)

LYRIC$:

STARTED LEANIN OFF NIGGA,
IN THE FORD, IMA DRIFT
IMA KING, A BOSS NIGGA
IM THE LORD OF THE SITH
FUCK A PORCHE, IN A 10
WHEELER SCORCHIN UP A BIN
JUST A DORK, JUS A SILLY
NIGGA, FORTUNATELY FIT
STARTED LEANIN OFF NIGGA,
IN THE FORD, IMA DRIFT
IMA KING, A BOSS NIGGA
IM THE LORD OF THE SITH
FUCK A PORCHE, IN A 10
WHEELER SCORCHIN UP A BIN
JUST A DORK, JUS A SILLY
NIGGA, FORTUNATELY FIT


CUT THE CHORD
YOU JUST A POOR NIGGA
BORED, I TOOK HIS BITCH
ENJOYING IN THAT SLIT
INTERCOURSE, SHE GET THAT DICK
AND OF COURSE, YOU IGNORING IT
TILL IM POURING AT MY FIFTH
BITCH KEEP TOYING HAVE TO SPIT
MY SHIT IN VOIDS THAT PACK A GIFT
ITS A BOY, I HAVE TO THINK
SHE GIVE ME MORE THAN I CAN TAKE
I KNOCKED HER UP, AND NOW WE SOARING
THEN WE TOURING OUT OF STATE
I TOOK HIS HOE, LOOK AT HIS FACE
A CROOKED JAW, ITS OUTTA PLACE
YOU LOOKIN LONG, IM BOUT TO TAKE
THE WOODEN BOW, AND OUT A SNAKE
MY GUCCI GOLD, YOURS FOUL AND FAKE
I SHOOT A HOE, WITH OUNCES AIMED
AT HER COOCHIE HOLE, SAY OUCHIE AINT
NO TRUTH BE TOLD, I SMILE AND WAVE
MY GUCCI GOLD, YOURS FOUL AND FAKE
I SHOOT A HOE, WITH OUNCES AIMED
AT HER COOCHIE HOLE, SAY OUCHIE AINT
NO TRUTH BE TOLD, I SMILE AND WAVE

STARTED LEANIN OFF NIGGA,
IN THE FORD, IMA DRIFT
IMA KING, A BOSS NIGGA
IM THE LORD OF THE SITH
FUCK A PORCHE, IN A 10
WHEELER SCORCHIN UP A BIN
JUST A DORK, JUS A SILLY
NIGGA, FORTUNATELY FIT
STARTED LEANIN OFF NIGGA,
IN THE FORD, IMA DRIFT
IMA KING, A BOSS NIGGA
IM THE LORD OF THE SITH
FUCK A PORCHE, IN A 10
WHEELER SCORCHIN UP A BIN
JUST A DORK, JUS A SILLY
NIGGA, FORTUNATELY FIT

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LORD OF THE $ITH (Prod. BlokBaby Squeak)

HULA HOOP [PROD. KHROAM X SIX HUNNID]

LYRIC$:

I PULLED UP IN A HELLCAT
YOU GOT BEEF WE ME I LEAVE YA FELL FLAT
PULLED UP WITH A PUMP, SEE?
THEN I RELEASE A SHELL, FAG.
FELT THAT, HELL YEAH,
THERE'S SOME FUCKIN REAL SHIT
POP UP AT YO SPOT
LIKE WHERE THE MOTHERFUCKING BALE AT

CAN TELL THAT, BITCH KEEP EYEING ME
I CAN FEEL THAT, YOU BEST CHECK YOU
GIRL, BEFORE I SQUEEZE HER,
AND THEN I WRECK THAT,
NEXT ACT, I AINT GON GET CAUGHT UP,
GET A NECK TAT, CLICK, CLACK, BOOM,
THINK I GOT EM, WON'T ADMIT THAT,
IN FACT, I'LL GO SLIT MY WRIST, AND GET MY NECK SNAPPED,
BEFORE I TRIED TO HURT MY BROTHER,
THINK I'D RATHER END THAT.
STILL, CLICK, CLACK, BOOM ON A MOTHERFUCKING TRIZACK,
CUZ I'M STILL BOUT IT TOO, BUT
I JUS REALLY WOULD RESENT THAT.

I PULLED UP IN A HELLCAT
YOU GOT BEEF WE ME I LEAVE YA FELL FLAT
PULLED UP WITH A PUMP, SEE?
THEN I REALEASE A SHELL, FAG.
FELT THAT, HELL YEAH,
THERES SOME FUCKIN REAL SHIT
POP UP AT YO SPOT
LIKE WHERE THE MOTHERFUCKING BALE AT

DEADMAN,
SEND YOU OFF TO DREAMLAND, IM THE SANDMAN
YOU WANT BEEF WIT ME I SEND SOME FIENDS THEY  BLEED YA TRAP FAST, HASHTAG, GOT BOMBS OVER Y'ALL JUS LIKE BAGHDAD,
FAT STACKS, DOG THATS ALL WE GOT CUZ WE CASH GRAB,
PHAT FASHION, PANT SAGGIN,
ASS FLASHING, BASTARD,
MASKED ACTOR
GAT SPLATTING AT YOUR TRAP OR MANSION
MACK DADDY, BACK AT IT,
CAN'T STAND IT, DON'T PANIC,
THE SONG'S ENDING ALREADY,
WELL NO FAIR, SHIT, GODDAMMIT

I PULLED UP IN A HELLCAT
YOU GOT BEEF WE ME I LEAVE YA FELL FLAT
PULLED UP WITH A PUMP, SEE?
THEN I REALEASE A SHELL, FAG.
FELT THAT, HELL YEAH,
THERES SOME FUCKIN REAL SHIT
POP UP AT YO SPOT
LIKE WHERE THE MOTHERFUCKING BALE AT

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HELLCAT (REMIX)

LYRIC$:

AY BRUH FUCK YOU, YOU DONT KNOW ME
BITCH I KEEP THAT 30 ON ME
AND IF YOU WIND UP FEELIN HONRY
I LEAVE YO MOMMA FEELING LONELY
AY BRUH FUCK YOU, YOU DONT KNOW
BITCH I KEEP THAT 30 ON ME
AND IF YOU WIND UP FEELIN HONRY
I LEAVE YO MOMMA FEELING LONELY

FUCK THEY CAPPING, I AINT STRESSED
ALL THEY DOING IS TALKING SHIT
IMA MOVE THAT BAG, AND FLEX
WHILE THEY ACT LIKE POSSUMS BITCH
YOU WANT THAT ACTION, IMA VET
IMA PULL UP, SPARKING SHIT
HIT EM HARD, GET TARGETED
GON LEAVE YO HOUSES HAUNTED KID
KNOW THAT THAT STRAP AND THAT VEST
AINT GONNA SAVE YA NOGGIN BITCH
I RUN SOME CASH AND THEY GON STEP
RIGHT ON YALLS FAKE IMPOSTER SHIT
BULLSHIT LIES AND STUPID BEEF SEE
I CANT EVEN AKNOWLEDGE IT
THEY STUPID, LYING WHILE THEY SPEAK
THEM FOOLS, FULL OF INTOLERANCE
HIT EM UP, AND OFF THEY GO
YOU GET PICKED UP, GERANIMO
I GOT THEM NIGGAS ON THEY TOES
STICK YO SHIT UP, THEN I GO GHOST
SEND BRUH A HIT, HE ROB YA HOME
PICK UP A STICK AND SHOT A FOE
THE BENEFITS I DONT GOT NONE
LIL SILLY BITCH I DONT EEN KNOW HER
AINT EEN FLIPPIN, I MIGHT HOE YA
I'M WITCHA BITCH RECITING POEMS
SWAYZE SHIT, THESE RHYMES BE BOLD
AND ICY SHIT, MY DIAMONDS FROZEN
AND SEE THESE STICKS, I BE BLOWIN
IT AIN'T EEN SHIT TO SLICE AN ARM,
ARRANGING HITS, SUPPLYING ARMS
AN ALIEN, IN SHEISTY FORM

AY BRUH FUCK YOU, YOU DONT KNOW
BITCH I KEEP THAT 30 ON ME
AND IF YOU WIND UP FEELIN HONRY
I LEAVE YO MOMMA FEELING LONELY
AY BRUH FUCK YOU, YOU DONT KNOW
BITCH I KEEP THAT 30 ON ME
AND IF YOU WIND UP FEELIN HONRY
I LEAVE YO MOMMA FEELING LONELY

FUCK THAT NIGGA SAY HE GON SLIDE
NAH, HE AINT GON DO NONE BUT DIE
I PULL UP, PUSH HIS BUTTONS AND THEN I JUS SMILE
MY TOOL TUCKED, DISCUSSION PILES
WHILE YOU SUCK, BUST IN YOUR MOUTH
MIND IN CLUTCH, IM WONDERING HOW
FINDING A GUN IM BUSTING IT OUT
IM FUCKING HIS BITCH UP, YA SHORTY DOWN
LIL DUMMY GET HIT UP FOR A POUND
MY NIGGAS THEY BEEN UP FOR A WHILE
I RUNNIN THE BIZ UP, AND SORTIN IT OUT

AY BRUH FUCK YOU, YOU DONT KNOW
BITCH I KEEP THAT 30 ON ME
AND IF YOU WIND UP FEELIN HONRY
I LEAVE YO MOMMA FEELING LONELY
AY BRUH FUCK YOU, YOU DONT KNOW
BITCH I KEEP THAT 30 ON ME
AND IF YOU WIND UP FEELIN HONRY
I LEAVE YO MOMMA FEELING LONELY

ASK ME WHY

CUZ IM HOT
AND YOURE NOT
GOT MY COCK
IN HER BOX
EYEDROPS
IN YOUR EYES
LIES TAUGHT
SEND YOUR THOUGHTS
IN HER TWAT
INTERTWINED
CATCH AN OPP
END THEIR LIFE
WHEN YOU'RE CAUGHT
THEN YOURE SLOPPED
HIT YOUR MOM
AND SEND HER BLOCKS
BIGGER DROPS, IN HER HOUSE, CINDERBLOCKS
SNIFF YOUR ROCKS, GET YOUR ROCKS OFF,
GIVE A FUCK
LIFT YOUR GLOCK, AND ENTER A BOX, HIT THE GROUND
ON ALLAH, GOD, YOU AND YOUR POSSE, ALL GET LOST

AY BRUH FUCK YOU, YOU DONT KNOW
BITCH I KEEP THAT 30 ON ME
AND IF YOU WIND UP FEELIN HONRY
I LEAVE YO MOMMA FEELING LONELY
AY BRUH FUCK YOU, YOU DONT KNOW
BITCH I KEEP THAT 30 ON ME
AND IF YOU WIND UP FEELIN HONRY
I LEAVE YO MOMMA FEELING LONELY
AY BRUH FUCK YOU, YOU DONT KNOW
BITCH I KEEP THAT 30 ON ME
AND IF YOU WIND UP FEELIN HONRY
I LEAVE YO MOMMA FEELING LONELY
AY BRUH FUCK YOU, YOU DONT KNOW
BITCH I KEEP THAT 30 ON ME
AND IF YOU WIND UP FEELIN HONRY
I LEAVE YO MOMMA FEELING LONELY
AY BRUH FUCK YOU, YOU DONT KNOW
BITCH I KEEP THAT 30 ON ME
AND IF YOU WIND UP FEELIN HONRY
I LEAVE YO MOMMA FEELING LONELY
AY BRUH FUCK YOU, YOU DONT KNOW
BITCH I KEEP THAT 30 ON ME
AND IF YOU WIND UP FEELIN HONRY
I LEAVE YO MOMMA FEELING LONELY

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UNDERE$TIMATED [PROD. 1BULA]

LYRIC$:

POP AN UPPER MOTHERFUCKER
AND I FEEL MY BLOOD RUSHING
UP, UP, AND AWAY
FUCKING DUMB IM BUM RUSHING
NUTTING UP, BUT CANT POP ME
FUCKING UP AND CAN'T STOP IT
SUNKEN, DRUNK AND KEEP FALLIN.
UP TO WHAT? IM SPEEDBALLIN.

DONE ENOUGH TO LIVE OFF IT
WHAT YOU WANT? A BIG COFFIN.
I WILL COME, AND GET TOXIC.
UP A PUMP AND THEN DROP YOU
BUNDLED UP THE BRICK HAWMIE
GUNNERS BUST THEM STICKS ON YOU
RUNNERS TUCKING THAT GARBAGE
THUNDER HITS, THEN HITS HARDER
YA DUMBER THAN A SACK OF WEED
WE'RE FLUTTERING THE PAST, HONEY
IM DRUNKER THAN MY FLASK BRUHSKI
YA BUNKER THAN YA CRACK, BUMMIE
WONDER WHAT THAT FAG THOUGHT HE
COVERING HIS BACK FROM ME
HUH, YOU'RE WIGGED, YOU'RE ACT FUNNY
GOVERNMENT ATTACK DUMMY

POP AN UPPER MOTHERFUCKER
AND I FEEL MY BLOOD RUSHING
UP, UP, AND AWAY
FUCKING DUMB IM BUM RUSHING
NUTTING UP, BUT CANT POP ME
FUCKING UP AND CAN'T STOP IT
SUNKEN, DRUNK AND KEEP FALLIN.
UP TO WHAT? IM SPEEDBALLIN.
POP AN UPPER MOTHERFUCKER
AND I FEEL MY BLOOD RUSHING
UP, UP, AND AWAY
FUCKING DUMB IM BUM RUSHING
NUTTING UP, BUT CANT POP ME
FUCKING UP AND CAN'T STOP IT
SUNKEN, DRUNK AND KEEP FALLIN.
UP TO WHAT? IM SPEEDBALLIN.

AY, RUN UP AND HE FALLIN
DONE UP WE SQUEEZE ON EM
CUT UP THAT WEED HAWMIE
ROLLIN UP THAT GREEN, GANJA
OWN UP TO WHO? NADA.
DONT WANNA SHOOT? IM SLIDING.
PHONE OFF THE HOOK, IM DIALING.
I KNOW THAT IMA FOOL, IM WYLING
SHOWING MY MOVES, VIBING
BRO GOT EEM SHOOK, SILENCE
OH AND I LIKE THE VIEW, HORIZONS,
KNOW THAT ITS TRUE, IM RIDING
OH AND MY CREW, INSANE
ALMIGHTY ALL DAY
ALL GRIMEY, ALL SPRAY,
ON SIGHT, WE ON AIM
STOP PLAYING, NOT GANG,
WANT PAIN, COME GAIN
WANT CRANK, I SLANG.
WANT FLAME? COUNT GANG.
I'LL LIFT THAT IRON STRAIGHT
AND IMA LIVE TO DIE SOMEDAY
BUT TODAY IM WITCHO BITCH
AND SHE WONT SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY

POP AN UPPER MOTHERFUCKER
AND I FEEL MY BLOOD RUSHING
UP, UP, AND AWAY
FUCKING DUMB IM BUM RUSHING
NUTTING UP, BUT CANT POP ME
FUCKING UP AND CAN'T STOP IT
SUNKEN, DRUNK AND KEEP FALLIN.
UP TO WHAT? IM SPEEDBALLIN.
POP AN UPPER MOTHERFUCKER
AND I FEEL MY BLOOD RUSHING
UP, UP, AND AWAY
FUCKING DUMB IM BUM RUSHING
NUTTING UP, BUT CANT POP ME
FUCKING UP AND CAN'T STOP IT
SUNKEN, DRUNK AND KEEP FALLIN.
UP TO WHAT? IM SPEEDBALLIN.

FELL IN LOVE, NOT LUST, YOU DUCK
HELL ID JUST AS MUCH BE DUMB
NOT TO FALL FOR A PERFECT 10
THATS THAT WHAT? THAT UNHEARD OF SHIT
IM PAINTING HER FACE AND SHE YEARN FOR IT
AND LATELY I FACE ME A BURNER QUICK
I SHAME THE HOE, SKANK YOUR CURVING SHIT
MY GANGSTA GO CRAZY, MANE, MURDER SHIT
POP ON HIS BRAINS AND IT SPURTS AND SPITS
IMA WALK A PARADE, DOWN HIS TURF WIT STICKS
ON THE CLOCK, GETTING CAKE, HIS BLOCK
YEAH ITS BURNT TO FUCKIN BITS HOE

POP AN UPPER MOTHERFUCKER
AND I FEEL MY BLOOD RUSHING
UP, UP, AND AWAY
FUCKING DUMB IM BUM RUSHING
NUTTING UP, BUT CANT POP ME
FUCKING UP AND CAN'T STOP IT
SUNKEN, DRUNK AND KEEP FALLIN.
UP TO WHAT? IM SPEEDBALLIN.

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$PEEDBALLIN' [PROD. KINGMATIC BEATS]

LYRIC$:

SPEAKING IN EBONICS
PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE
CREEPING OUT A COFFIN
I'M JUS ITCHING, TRIPPING HOE
I DONT FREAKIN WANT HER
YO BITCH SHE SICKLY, BRO
GOD THAT HOE IS TOXIC
AND SHE FREAKING PIGEON TOED

FUCK YO SIMPLE FLOW
SHIT JUS PITIFUL
SICK OF IT, YA SLOW
YOU NO ORIGINAL
AND YEAH YA BITCH
SHE PIGEON TOED
HIT A LICK, AND STRIP YA HOME
YOU KNNOW THAT STICK CAN FREAKIN BLOW
YEAH NO SHIT, ITS EVENTUAL
AND YEAH YO BITCH IS MISERABLE,
LICK MY DICK, IT GETS HER OFF
CLIP HER, QUIT, BITCH PISS OFF
A HISSY FIT SHE FREAKIN THROW
GIMMIE TITTY HOE, SIPPING MILKY, BRO
SPITTING WISDOM DOE, CUZ REALLY KIDS A GOAT

SPEAKING IN EBONICS
PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE
CREEPING OUT A COFFIN
I'M JUS ITCHING, TRIPPING HOE
I DONT FREAKIN WANT HER
YO BITCH SHE SICKLY, BRO
GOD THAT HOE IS TOXIC
AND SHE FREAKING PIGEON TOED

LEAVING ME A COMMENT
I DONT FREAKING READ IT DOE
IMA DEMON, IM DEMONIC
CREATURE, CREEPING WIT SOME CHROME
PICKING OFF THE PROBLEM
MANE IM PITCHING ICKY RAW
AND I HIT JUS LIKE A COMET
FINNA SPLIT THE FRICKING GLOBE
STICKING TO MY SIDE, BITCH
IT'S THAT FREAKING SEMI, HOE
TRICKING EM, I FRY YA
TICKING, TICKING, LIKE A BOMB
GRIPPING ON THE IRON
IT'S ITCHING IN MY PALM
I'M FINNA FRICKING FIRE IT
JUS GIVE ME WHAT I WANT
GRIZZLY, GRITTY, GRIMEY
GETTING GOLDS MY GOAL
GIDDY, GRIM, HE GRINDING
GUESSING GLIZZYS GIVE ME HOPE
SAID GIVE ME, NO THATS MINE BITCH
PLEASE DONT FREAKING PISS ME OFF
HE A KIDDIE, WHY HE CRYING
WHY NOT COME RUN UP THE ROAD
HE'S GOT JELLY IN HIS BICEPS
HE IS NOT TRYN CATCH THE SMOKE
I MEAN REALLY, HIS HAIRY VAGINA
GOT HIS PANTIES IN A WAD
THAT IS NOT TOO VERY KIND, BUT
SINCE WHEN HAVE I BEEN KNOWN
FOR SHARING MY GIFT OF MINE CALLED KINDNESS, BOY, YOU SUCH A FREAKING JOKE

SPEAKING IN EBONICS
PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE
CREEPING OUT A COFFIN
I'M JUS ITCHING, TRIPPING HOE
I DONT FREAKIN WANT HER
YO BITCH SHE SICKLY, BRO
GOD THAT HOE IS TOXIC
AND SHE FREAKING PIGEON TOED

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PIGEON TOED [Prod. NetuH]

LYRIC$:

HE GOT HIS GUN TO MY HEAD
AND I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS
YEAH, I SHOT FOR THIS MAN
AND I SWAPPED OUT THE BIN
BUT I FORGOT THAT IN THE END
AIN'T GOT NO HEART UNTIL YOU GET
WHAT YOU WANT AND THEN YOU SENSE
THAT SHE'S A GODDESS, GOD HAS SENT

AY PUSSY BOY, YOU'S ANNOYING,
DO YOU WANT IT?
SHOOT EM DAWG. YOU GET TALKIN?
LOSE YA TOP.
WHO THE OPPS? MOVE A BLOCK, DO A FLOP.
FLIPPING RAW AND THE COPS FINNA DROP.
WHEN I SLIDE, IMA SMILE TILL I STOP.
BUT WHEN I STOP, YOU KNOW I'M NOT GONNA TALK
ON THE BLOCK WITH THAT ROCK IN MY SOCK
I GET YA OFF WITH THAT SOFT OR THAT HARD
I GET THAT GUAP, FLIP IT HARD, RINSE IT OFF
INSTANT HIGH OFF THE DROP, AND I COUGH
A DISTANCE DRAWN, AND INTERESTS GONE, YEAH, I CAN CALL IT,
I REALLY WANT HER, WHILE LIVING LARGE,
IN THE STARS.

HE GOT HIS GUN TO MY HEAD
AND I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS
YEAH, I SHOT FOR THIS MAN
AND I SWAPPED OUT THE BIN
BUT I FORGOT THAT IN THE END
AIN'T GOT NO HEART UNTIL YOU GET
WHAT YOU WANT AND THEN YOU SENSE
THAT SHE'S A GODDESS, GOD HAS SENT

THUNDER WEATHER
UNDER PRESSURE
WHAT YA FIGURE?
JUST A GUESSER
JUMPING TETHER
DUMB AND JETTING
WANTING PLEASURE
NOTHING BETTER
WANT HER, STEP UP
COME AND GET HER
HUMMING HEATHERS
PUNCHING THEMSELVES
SOMETHING SAID THEN
FUNCTIONS FELL AND
FUCKING FLED THEN
FUMBLING, FED UP
FUCK YOU FED, YA JUST A DEATH
YA NOT A THREAT, IM NOT GON SWEAT YA
WHAT I SAID, ILL FUCKING TELL YA, NOT GON STEP, YOURE NOT COMPARING

HE GOT HIS GUN TO MY HEAD
AND I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS
YEAH, I SHOT FOR THIS MAN
AND I SWAPPED OUT THE BIN
BUT I FORGOT THAT IN THE END
AIN'T GOT NO HEART UNTIL YOU GET
WHAT YOU WANT AND THEN YOU SENSE
THAT SHE'S A GODDESS, GOD HAS SENT

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GODDE$$ [PROD. GENICS X SHORTYY K]

LYRIC$:

TIME FOR A NEW RHYME
SHINE TILL YA DUDE BLIND
GRIND FOR THE CREW I'M
TIED, LIKE A NOOSE TIGHT
RIGHT? IMA LOSE MY,
MIND, TRYIN TRUE CRIME
WYLING, ON THE MOONSHINE
CAN'T CRY, WHY? I'M TOO HIGH.

BOY YOU BLIND TRYNA SHOOT, WHY?
IM TRYNA FIND A CLUE, FIND IT.
BUYING ALL THE, WHOO! WHITE.
SHE PIPING ON MY FLUTE, HIGH.
AND TRYNA RIDE IT TOO, DYKE.
I JUS GIVE THE BOOT. WHY?
CUZ I JUS PINNED A NEW DIME.
FINALLY HIT MY GROOVE, I'M
TRYNA SPIT THE NEWS RIGHT
VIOLENT WITH THE NEW VIBES
SPYING AND WE SHOOT SWINE
LYING BOUT THAT TRUCE, AIGHT
SLIDE, SLIDE, AND SLEW BY
FIRE, FIRE, A TOOL HIGH
TRYNA FIGHT A FOOL, MY
DYNAMITE WILL BOOM, BRIGHT.

TIME FOR A NEW RHYME
SHINE TILL YA DUDE BLIND
GRIND FOR THE CREW I'M
TIED, LIKE A NOOSE TIGHT
RIGHT? IMA LOSE MY,
MIND, TRYIN TRUE CRIME
WYLING, ON THE MOONSHINE
CAN'T CRY, WHY? I'M TOO HIGH.

SLIDE, SLIDE ON A FOOL, NINE
I HIDE IT, THEN I DUEL, HIGH
YOU TRY AND IMA PULL MINE
I SNIPE AND YEAH I SHOOT, SLIME
WHIPE YA SMILE IN DUE TIME
IM TRYNA STOP HER DOOMED CRYING
IM NOT ATOP THE LOOMING TOWER
BUT I'M FALLIN OFF A NEW HEIGHT
OOH LA LA, FOOL A FLY, SHOO EM OFF
YOU A OPP, YOU GET POPPED, LOSE YA TOP
TRY MY SQUAD, WE GON RIDE, ANYTIME
DO ME WRONG, YOU WILL DIE, FOOD FOR THOUGHT.
DUDE I'M HOT, TRULY TAUGHT, WHO'DDA THOUGHT
LOSE YA GUAP, RUN YO KEYS, LOSE YA CAR
YOU TRYN STOP, GUN'LL POP, LOSE YA SPOT
I DONE IT ALL, RUN IT ALL, BUT SOMETHINGS OFF

TIME FOR A NEW RHYME
SHINE TILL YA DUDE BLIND
GRIND FOR THE CREW I'M
TIED, LIKE A NOOSE TIGHT
RIGHT? IMA LOSE MY,
MIND, TRYIN TRUE CRIME
WYLING, ON THE MOONSHINE
CAN'T CRY, WHY? I'M TOO HIGH.

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TOO HIGH (PROD. YOUNGCUTTA)

$WAYZEKOBAIN'$ LYRIC$:

BOI KNOW THAT IM YOUNG & I'M PASSIONATE
AND I GOT SOME MO FUNK IN MY CABINET, AY MAKE ME GO DUMB AND I SPAZ AND SHIT, I
AIM THE SCOPE UP, AND I HAD TO HIT IT,
SHADY OL' SLUT WITH A SACK OF SHIT
MANGY OL' MUTT, MIXED WIT A LAB AND PIT
RADIO BUMPS MY MASTER MIX, BUT
AINT NEED NO LOVE FROM A FAGGOT SNITCH
I BLEW THIS SHIT UP WITH A PAD & PEN
THEY BLOWING THAT DUST,
AND THEY HACK UP SHIT,
MAKE ME GO NUTS WITH A RACK TO SPEND
WE HANGING YOU UP FROM THE RAFTERS KID
SAVING THE BLUNT FOR THE PASTOR, BITCH
MAJORLY STRUCK WITH A BLACKER PITCH
HATER BE FUCKED, WE MAVERICKS
BANGER, ITS DONE, IT PASSED THE TEST
I'M FEELING LIKE WAR, APOCALYPSE
I'M SLITTING MY SWORD ACCROSS MY WRIST
I'M SENDING YA SHORTY SOME NAUGHTY PICS
AND FILLING MY FORTY WIT ZOMBIE TIPS
SICK, AND IM SORE, AND I'M SORRY, SHIT.
SO SINISTER, SOARING, INSOMNIA
SO MENACING, MORE I START TO SENSE
A CINNAMON SWIRL, SHE START TO SLIP,
VENOMOUS GORE, I GOTSTA GRIP,
ADRENALINE WHORE, I'M HOPPIN' HIP,
A TENDENCY FOR A CONSTANT DRIFT,
ITCHING FOR MORE SUBOXONE STRIPS
FINNICKY, FLORAL, I'M FLOPPING HITS
FLIPPING INFORMED, BUT I GOT SOME FITS
HISSING AND ROARING, AND ROCKING, BITCH
IM REALLY IN FOR A DARK ECLIPSE

DARK ECLIP$E - $WAYZEKOBAIN X KING KODER (PROD. ALTO BLITZ)

LYRIC$:

GRITTY, GRITTY, NITPICKY,
FENTY, FENTY, GET DIZZY,
REALLY, REALLY SIP SIZZY
KILL THESE SILLY HILLBILLIES
SNIFFIN PILLIES IN BILLIES
RISKING KILLINGS JUS FOR PENNIES
DRIPPING, DRIPPING, LIQUIDY,
STICKY ICKY, HITS MISS ME

YOU WANT BEEF? GET PLENTY.
BUT YOU WANNA CEASE? KEEP WISHING.
TOOL ON ME KEEPS SPINNING,
SHOO FLY, FLEE, FLY ENDLESS
IN MY DREAMS, I'M SWIMMING
IN THE SEA, DIVE IN IT,
DESTINY'S DYING, SINKING
REST IN PEACE FOUL DEMON
WHATCHU WANT?
FUCK YOU CHUMP.
BUCK YOU UP,
SHOULDER SHRUG.
FUCK HER ROUGH, I DON'T BUST
SHUTTERBUG, I SHOW YA
WONDER WHAT? IF I'LL OWN UP.
RUNNER UP, AND MY GOLD PLUSH.
HUNTER OF THOSE DUMBER DUCKS
BRUH COVER UP YO SUMMER CLUB
CUZ GUNNERS BUST,
AND I DONT TRUST
ANOTHER ONE,
I KNOW WHAT'S UP
YOUR FUCKIN BUTT, IT'S
DINO MUTTS BIG GIANT FOOT,
THAT DYKE HOE BLUSHED,
BUT I'M DISGUSTED
RHINO RUPTURED,
MY FLOWS FUNCTION,
EYES CLOSED SUNKEN,
TYPO, TRUST ME
I DONT STUTTER
MY HOE SUPPER
IM GON MUNCH HER
I GO RAW AND
LIKE YO HOLLERING
FINAL BARGAIN
IM GON CHARGE IN
PSYCHO STARVIN
MIGHT GO LARPIN
IM GON TARGET
HYPER HARLETS
THE HARP IS HUMMING
BRIGHTEN UP BITCH
SCARRED AND CUT AND
IM IN LOVE WITH HER
MARCHING UP AND
WHY NO BLOODSHED?
SGT. SCHULTZ SAYS,
"I KNOW NOTHING!"

GRITTY, GRITTY, NITPICKY,
FENTY, FENTY, GET DIZZY,
REALLY, REALLY SIP SIZZY
KILL THESE SILLY HILLBILLIES
SNIFFIN PILLIES IN BILLIES
RISKING KILLINGS JUS FOR PENNIES
DRIPPING, DRIPPING, LIQUIDY,
STICKY ICKY, HITS MISS ME

GRITTY, GRITTY, NITPICKY,
FENTY, FENTY, GET DIZZY,
REALLY, REALLY SIP SIZZY
KILL THESE SILLY HILLBILLIES
SNIFFIN PILLIES IN BILLIES
RISKING KILLINGS JUS FOR PENNIES
DRIPPING, DRIPPING, LIQUIDY,
STICKY ICKY, HITS MISS ME

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NITPICKY [PROD. LOPEZZ]

LYRIC$:

YOU RUNNING INTO TROUBLE
THEM GUNS I REALLY TUCK EM
YOU FUMBLING A DUFFLE
MY BURNER GETS TO BUBBLING
I LEARN AND GET TO THUMPING
YOU BURN AND GET TO DUCKING
ANOTHER FUCKING FUCK UP
WHY, YOU NEVER WANT DISCUSS IT?
LOST YOUR NOGGIN QUICK
SO I LOST ALL MY RESPECT
DOG, YOU THOUGHT I'D TRY TO CHECK YOU
BUT FORGOT I'M NOT A SNAKE,
SHIT, I FORGOT HER HEART A MESS
AND THEN I TOSSED HER IN A DITCH
NEED AN OSCAR FOR THE FIM, BUT
WE WERE ON SOME OTHER SHIT
YEAH THAT XXX ON MY IPHONE X
OF YO EX, EX, EX,
GOT HER EYES CLOSED STRETCHED
DON'T STRESS, DON'T FRET AIN'T NO TYPO YET
SO I TEST HIS SET, SEE IF THEY MIGHT GO DIP

PLEASE, PLEASE DONT ENCOURAGE ME
HE NEED LOTS OF SURGERY
SEE WE OUT HERE EARNING KEEP
YOU NOT ABOUT THAT MURDERING
SAVAGERY, MY BURNER BEAM
WILL SPLATTER, CEASE YO HURTFUL SPEECH
ANATOMY, I LEARNED IT QUICK
A SACK OF WEED I BURN TO DEATH
A TRAGEDY I HAD TO SEND
ATTACKING ME I HAD TO KILL
A DRASTIC SCENE, I CLAP A LIL
A MASK AND BEAM, I ADD THE FILTH
IMAGINING MY WORDS WILL HIT
ACEDEMY, I EARNED MY WIT
A TRACTOR BEAM, I HURL A TIP
AN APPLE TREE, TRY LEARNING SIN
A NASTY SPEECH, ALLERGIC, ILL
A MASTERPIECE, ALERTING ME
A MAGIC MINX, SHE HEARD OF HIM
AND CASUALLY WAS FLIRTING STILL
A CAVITY, ITS HURTING HIM
EXACTLY, SEE THY WORTHLESS SELF
A PASSION SEE I WORD IT WELL
NOW COME BACK AT ME AND
SAY MY VERSE AIN'T REAL

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REAL TALK II [Prod. Travis The Leo]

AIN'T TO BE F*CKED WITH [PROD. TRULIFE]

DIRTYDEED$ [PROD. SPHYNX]

LYRIC$:

GLIZZYS TUCKED
LIFT EEM UP
IF WE BUCK
WISH EM LUCK
IN THE CUT
REALLY DRUNK
IN THE CUP
FENTY CUT
GLIZZYS TUCKED
LIFT EEM UP
IF WE BUCK
WISH EM LUCK
IN THE CUT
REALLY DRUNK
IN THE CUP
FENTY CUT

MAKE HER WHIRL
MAKE HER CURL
ATE HER PEARL
LATER GIRL
MADE HER TWIRL
HATER HURLED
MAJOR QUARREL
BABYGIRL
YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU
SO I CUFFED YOU
DONT LIKE SCUFFLES
SO I CUDDLE
ON MY MOTHER
SLOW RIDE SHUDDER
CLOSED EYED? FUCK NO.
KNOW DIME BLUSHING
ON 5 UPPERS
SAW MY BROTHERS
THEN ON 5, MY NINE IS UPPIN
IM SO HIGH, I'M WIRED UP AND
BEFORE I DIE, MY DOG, I LOVE YOU
Y'ALL I'M GONE, BUT WHY AM I SMOTHERED?
FOGGED EYES GLOSSED UP, SAW MY LOVER
THOUGHT I HAD LOST WHAT I RECOVERED
ON GOD I LOST MY MIND, AND MY HONOR
SHOT FOR SHOT, I CLIMB AND TOPPLE
ALL YOU THOTS, I MIGHT JUS DUCK EM
ON THE POT, IM NOT THE ONE TO TALK YA SHOP TO, ROCK I DROPPED IT. WHILE YOU GOT IN YO POCKET AND YOU TALKING ON A PROPHET, MODDED ROCKET, POP IT, DROP YA, KNOW THAT IMA FUCKIN GOD SON,

GLIZZYS TUCKED
LIFT EEM UP
IF WE BUCK
WISH EM LUCK
IN THE CUT
REALLY DRUNK
IN THE CUP
FENTY CUT
GLIZZYS TUCKED
LIFT EEM UP
IF WE BUCK
WISH EM LUCK
IN THE CUT
REALLY DRUNK
IN THE CUP
FENTY CUT

SHOTTA KEEP SPITTING, IMA PRODIGY NIGGA
THAT THOT SHE KEEP CHEESING, AND SHE
CALLING ME JESUS, LIL WANNA BE PLEASE JUS STOP, IM NOT GON LEAVE A WITNESS, DROP THE TOP, AND SEEM I PRIVILEGED 
OFF A COP THEN SEE ME DIPPING
SAW MY OPTIONS
LOST MY TOP QUICK
SLOP GET SPOTTED
SHOT AND SHOCKED EM
STOP, IM MOBBIN
ON MY LAWN THEN
STARTED CHOPPING
DROPPED LIKE POSSUMS
TALK LIKE HARD, HUH
LOPSIDE ALL YUH
WANT MY HEART
I LIKE THE OFFER
BROUGHT MY STOCK IN
CAUGHT MY GLOCK CLIP
DAWG I GOT HIM
ON MY WATCHLIST
YEAH, THEM OPPS IS TARGETS
AND I'M HOT, I GOT THIS BLOCK SPENT
BITCH YOU WANNA TALK SHIT? WALK IT.
SHIT WE ON THAT TOXIC MOB SHIT
IT'S A LOT OF FALSING HONEST, AND
ON GOD YOU'RE NOT REAL, STOP IT
ALWAYS POSITIVE I'M PLOTTING
YALL STAY WANTING SHIT, SLEEP ON ME, HOE.

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PRODIGY [PROD. LILSWEDDEN]

LYRIC$

YALL IS JUST A JOKE, I'M LAUGHIN HAHA
I SOLD HIM THE DOPE BUT I CALLED IT ZAZA
YOU DONT WANT THAT SMOKE, BRO YOU IS NOT HOT
AY, SHE SPOKE, THEN SHE CHOKED, LIKE OOH LA LA

MY CREW ON TOP
CRIME TRUE, WHY SOLVE?
I SHOOT MY GLOCK
NINE SPEW, LIKE LYSOL
MIND ZOOM, ICON
HAIKUS, I TALK
TIME TO FIGHT OFF
SWINE FLU, I COUGH
I GOT YO BITCH UP IN SOME HIGH HEELS
IM WHO SHE CONFIDE IN
IF YOU TRYNA RIDE THEN
I HOPE YOU'RE READY DIE HERE
GOT BIG GUNS, THATS MY BICEPS
WHY THAT SHIT JUMP? THATS THAT HITECH
YOU A LIL CHUMP, THATS A SLY CHECK
WE GON HIT EM THEN WE SMILE AT HIM
WHERE THAT WHITE AT, I SUPPLY THAT
I STOLE IT RIGHT OUT UNDER HIS EYES YEAH
TOLD EM HE WAS JUS TO HIGH AND
THEN I RIDE BACK AND HE BUY BACK

YALL IS JUST A JOKE, I'M LAUGHIN HAHA
I SOLD HIM THE DOPE BUT I CALLED IT ZAZA
YOU DONT WANT THAT SMOKE, BRO YOU IS NOT HOT
AY, SHE SPOKE, THEN SHE CHOKED, LIKE OOH LA LA

WELL OSHKOSH BY GOSH
LOST CAUSE, EYES CROSSED
DROP TOP MY CARS
TOP NOTCH MY SONGS
SLOP TOP, I'M GONE
SLIME THOUGHT, WHY NOT?
LIKE FRAUD WHY TALK?
WHEN I'M ALL YALL GOT
I GOT THAT GUAP
I TOP HIGH CHARTS
MY WALLET MIGHT POP
FROM LINING IT UP
IM TYPING THAT ROUGH CUT
HYPING THAT UP
LIKE TYSON, THAT UPPERCUT
WHIPING HIS LOOK
SENDING SIGNALS, IN THE TEMPOS
ITS OFFICIAL, GET THE MEMO
RIP IT UP, AND SIP SOME SIP SO
WITH THE SHIT, DONT GET YA SHIT BLOWN
PISSED SO LISTEN, PISTOL WHIP EM,
BENT ON VENGEANCE, ITS SO PITIFUL
CRYSTAL IS GLOWIN, ITS GON GLISTEN
SNIFF ON IT, THEN TRIP ON ANYONE
WITCHYA BITCH, THO, TRICK A NYMPHO
IN A RENTAL, HITTIN HER TEMPLE
ITS SO SIMPLE, SPIT A QUICK FLOW
BRO I SPLIT YO INSTRUMENTAL

YALL IS JUST A JOKE, I'M LAUGHIN HAHA
I SOLD HIM THE DOPE BUT I CALLED IT ZAZA
YOU DONT WANT THAT SMOKE, BRO YOU IS NOT HOT
AY, SHE SPOKE, THEN SHE CHOKED, LIKE OOH LA LA

YALL IS JUST A JOKE, I'M LAUGHIN HAHA
I SOLD HIM THE DOPE BUT I CALLED IT ZAZA
YOU DONT WANT THAT SMOKE, BRO YOU IS NOT HOT
AY, SHE SPOKE, THEN SHE CHOKED, LIKE OOH LA LA

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OOH LA LA [PROD. PACBOY 808]

@𝑁𝑇!-𝑍𝐸𝑅Ø
ℑ 𝔇𝔬 𝔑𝔬𝔱 𝔈𝔵𝔦𝔰𝔱!
𝕴 𝕬𝖒 𝕹𝖔𝖙 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖑!

AKA:
𝐿𝐼𝐿𝑇𝑂𝑁𝐸𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑃𝑃𝐸𝑅,
ꪖɀꪖɀꫀꪶ,
Y҉U҉N҉G҉ T҉O҉R҉C҉H҉E҉R҉,
𝓐𝓵𝓿𝓲𝓷 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓭,
🅃🄾🄽🄴🄳🄰🅁🅄🄽🅃,
B̸E̸E̸L̸Z̸E̸B̸U̸B̸ D̸A̸ $C̸R̸U̸B̸,
$𝕌𝕀ℂ𝕀𝔻𝔸𝕃$𝕆ℂℝ𝔸𝕋𝔼$,
ᒍᑌᗪᗩ$ᑕᕼᖇI$T,
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ፕዘꏂ ꅐꀤꁴꍏꋪꀷ ꂦꎇ ꅐꍏ$ፕꏂ ꍏꈤꀷ ꀷꏂꏳꍏꌩ,
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