My Name (ft. Yesh!)

(Intro)
Had to double up my cup (My cup)
Lil’ bitch wanna look for lust (Look for lust)
Yeah yeah she wanna play with us (Play with us)
Yeah she tryna touch my racks (Racks)
Yeah she tryna have me back (Woo, woo)
Now she tryna stab my back (Woo, woo)
Yeah
Bitch I’m tryna get the bag (Bag, bag, bag)
Yeah 
Bitch I’m floating like a raft (Raft)
Got way too many clothes (Clothes, clothes)
Lil’ bitch keeping her pole
The ice all on my neck is cold (Woo, woo)
Had to double up my cup (Cup)
Lil’ bitch wanna look for lust (Look for lust)
Yeah yeah she wanna play with us (Us)
Yeah she tryna touch my racks 
Yeah she tryna have me back (Woo, woo)
Now she tryna stab my back (Woo, woo)
Yeah
Bitch I’m tryna get the bag (Bag)
Yeah (Yeah)
Bitch I’m floating like a raft (Raft)
Got way too many clothes (Clothes, clothes)
Lil’ bitch keeping her pole (Pole)
The ice all on my neck is cold (Woo, woo)
(Ice all on my neck is cold) (Woo, woo)

COLD.

Big B0dy (Prod. K-Willy Cashin)

(Intro)
I'm chatting with bitches 
I've been with the realist 
I’m pouring a deuce up in my double cup (Double cup) 
Swerving the coupe bitch you know that I'm gone (Bitch I’m swerving)
I’m swerving the base got whole lotta red (Whole lotta red)
In a speed demon I’m on a roll ( Schyeah, slatt)
I’m popping off they all wanna talk (They all wanna talk)
I’m popping off they all in my draws (Yuh)
I pop an X I’m gonna be gone
Hella Margiela (Hella Margiela)
Mason Margiela (Mason Margiela)
Huh yeah
I’m smoking Grabba (Grabba)
I got my Grabba (I got my Grabba yuh oh)
Yeah bring em’ to hell 
Yeah bring em’ to hell (Bring them to hell)
I'm busting bells
I'm busting bells (Busting bells)

(Bridge)

She wants to fuck the realist (Fuck the realist)
Huh yeah
Yeah I'm always talking business (Yeah I'm always talking business) 
The X doing me fuck all (X, X)
She popped a pill now she nodding off (X,X)
I'm a coupe with the stars on (X,X)
She wanna get down she wanna get slutty (Slutty)
I’m wearing fashion like my name is Cudi (X, X, Cudi)
Off of these drugs I’m feeling withdraws (Feeling withdraws)
Off of these drugs I’m feeling the loss (Feeling the loss)
She hit me up lil’ bitch I’m just gone (Huh, oh)
She hit me up wanna kick it off
Fiene for lean
(Yeah she loving Celine)
Yeah she undoing my jeans
Im chatting with bitches 
I've been with the realist 
I’m pouring a deuce up in my double cup (Double cup) 
Swerving the coupe bitch you know that I'm gone (Bitch I’m swerving)
I’m swerving the base got whole lotta red (Whole lotta red)
In a speed demon I’m on a roll ( Schyeah, slatt)
I’m popping off they all wanna talk (They all wanna talk)
I’m popping off they all in my draws (Yuh)
I pop an X I’m gonna be gone
Hella Margiela (Hella Margiela)
Mason Margiela (Mason Margiela)
Yeah
I’m smoking Grabba (Grabba)
I got my Grabba (I got my Grabba yuh oh)
Yeah bring em’ to hell 
Yeah bring em’ to hell (Bring them to hell)
I'm busting bells
I'm busting bells (Busting bells)

B3LLZ

(Intro)
J4L
How you rollin’ (How you rollin’)
How you doing (How you doing)

Break it down (Break it down)
Roll it up (Roll it up)
Give it up (Give it up)
Throw it up (Up)
Yeah in a new foreign with your girl 
Yeah yeah (Yeah yeah)
She was with me went to buy her new Chanel (Chanel) 
I’m making big waves I’m rocking with the world (With the world)
Yeah you hear them screaming when I bust these bells
They put me on a mission cause I ain't gonna fail (Not gon’ fail)
They talkin’ so much shit I’ll send them straight to hell (Yur)
AMG my whip (Whip) 
And I’m with yo bitch (Ha)
Concoctions like a witch (Hush, hush)
Don’t let bro take no flicks (Hell no)
Cant feel shit off the X (X)
Got big money I flex (Bitch I flex)
Straight to the cash that’s it
This bad ass bitch I’ll hit
Bitch I cashout 
Yur (Bitch)
Yeah gotta flex up (Flex up, flex up)
Ugh
Keep my bands in the rental 
This bitch wanna suck me I’m like hell nah 
Oh nah

In a Trackhawk (Trackhawk,trackhawk)
Bitch I swerve (Swerve)
He in a Lambo 
Gap the Urus (Urus)
Bitch imma get higher
Smoking like the Pied Piper (Hush, hush)
Rick Owens on fire
My boy my rider
All black Montana (Tana,tana)
All black Miranda 
Hotbox the Phantom
Yeah 
Hold him for ransom
Rock heavy metal (Yuh)
They ain't my level (Level, level)
They wanna sell em’ (Sell em’, sell em)
I cannot let em’ (Yah, oh woah)
(J4L, give em’ hell)
(Yuh)

Tilly

(Intro)

LIl’ bitch I get to the cheddar (Get to the cheddar)
Yeah she wanna talk like Loreda (Like Loreda)
I got my guap little bitch I got hella (Hella)
She making me mad lil’ bitch I’m just fed up (Fed up)
My diamonds are dipping go grab an umbrella (Umbrella)
Too many chains lil’ bitch I got hella (Hella)
Too many bitches I might need to switch up 
Why can’t you talk to me now (Talk to me now)
Yeah
Why can’t you silence the sound (Silence the sound)
Why can’t you just go away (Just go away)
Yeah
Why do you spit in my face (Spit in my face)
I take it I forget the pain 
I’ll smoke it don’t care if it’s laced
I'll hit it don't care if it's fake
Yeah
I’m boomin’ this bitch either way 
She's such a plain Jane I cannot fuck with her (No I can’t)
Yeah I had a soul I gave it all to her
Yeah
I got too much pain 
I got too much pain
I got too much drugs
Now I’m booted up
LIl’ bitch I get to the cheddar (Get to the cheddar)
Yeah she wanna talk like Loreda (Like Loreda)
I got my guap little bitch I got hella (Hella)
She making me mad lil’ bitch I’m just fed up (Fed up)
My diamonds are dipping go grab an umbrella (Umbrella)
Too many chains lil’ bitch I got hella (Hella)
Too many bitches I might need to switch up 
Why can’t you talk to me now (Talk to me now)
Yeah
Why can’t you silence the sound (Silence the sound)
Why can’t you just go away (Just go away)
Yeah
Why do you spit in my face (Spit in my face)
I take it I forget the pain 
I’ll smoke it don’t care if it’s laced
I'll hit it don't care if it's fake
Yeah
I’m boomin’ this bitch either way

(Outro)
 
Why can’t you talk to me now (Talk to me now)
Yeah
Why can’t you silence the sound (Silence the sound)
Why can’t you just go away (Just go away)
Yeah
Why do you spit in my face (Spit in my face)
I take it I forget the pain 
I’ll smoke it don’t care if it’s laced
I'll hit it don't care if it's fake
Yeah
I’m boomin’ this bitch either way

Why?

Yeah
4 up in my cup 
Yeah
Foreign girls in love
Yeah bad bitches wanna play me (Play me)
She said she down I told her maybe (Maybe)
I smoke up dope in my Mercedes (Mercedes)
Taking trips down to Haiti (Haiti)
Yeah I fucked her now she hates me (Hush hush)
Girl get on top because I'm lazy (Ah uh)
In a Trackhawk bitch I swerve (Swerve)
Girl I'm so high hit the curb (Curb)
Off an X girl off a perc
Get on your knees girl get to work (Work)
Way too much money all up on the floor (Ah uh)
Yeah
I got some strippers man they bust down on the floor (Floor, floor uh)
Yeah
Alexander Wang shopping in New York (York)
Yeah Yeah
In my penthouse bitch I love it (I love it)
In my bitch you know I love it (Love it)
Tryna get down that bitch wanna suck it 
I ain't got time so Imma fuck it 
I know you playin' bitch stop bluffin' (Playin')
She gave me brain bitch I love it (Brain)
I keep my money in the bank (Bank)
Lil bitch tryna swipe my chain (Swipe my chain)
I got this bitch I'll blow her brains (Yeah yeah)
I'm like Michael I'm a saint
They talkin' shit they speak in vain 
Octane running through my veins (Veins)
My flows so fire like Wu-Tang
This shit too easy like a game

(Bridge)

(Yeah bitch run it back)
Yeah
4 up in my cup
Yeah
Foreign girls in love
Yeah bad bitches wanna play me (Play me)
She said she down I told her maybe (Maybe)
I smoke up dope in my Mercedes (Mercedes)
Taking trips down to Haiti (Haiti)
Yeah I fucked her now she hates me (Hush hush)
Girl get on top because I'm lazy (Ah)
In a Trackhawk bitch I swerve
Girl I'm so high hit the curb (Curb)
Off an X girl off a perc
Get on your knees girl get to work (Work)
Way too much money all up on the floor (Ah uh)
Yeah
I got some strippers man they bust down on the floor (Floor)
Yeah
Alexander Wang shopping in New York
Yeah Yeah
In my penthouse bitch I love it (Love it)
In my bitch you know I love it (Love it)
Tryna get down that bitch wanna suck it (Suck it)
I ain't got time so Imma fuck it
I know you playin' bitch stop bluffin'
She gave me brain bitch I love it 
I keep my money in the bank (Bank)
Lil bitch tryna swipe my chain (Swipe my chain)
I got this bitch I'll blow her brains (Yeah yeah)
I- I- I'm like Michael I'm a saint
They talkin' shit they speak in vain
Octane running through my veins (Veins)
My flows so fire like Wu-Tang (Tang)
This shit too easy like a game (Game)

LUV IT.

LUV IT. (Prod. Moray Enemy)

(Intro)
Tryna test me lil bitch
Hit you with that fye

(Chorus)
Girl I got designer from my head down to my toe (Down to my toes)
I got a bad ass bitch I know she wanna go
Yeah (Yeah yuh)
I went to hell then came back I’m in my mode (Hell, mode oh)
I’m off a yerky feeling flirty had to float (Float)
I'm on my timing now girl I have to go
I'm not the same that I was long ago (Long ago)
Yeah (Yuh)
I got problems that I know I can't control (I know)
Yeah
I got too high and I started seeing ghosts

Yeah
Let go of me (Let go of me)
Just let me breathe (Just let me breathe)
Let go of me (Let go of me)
Just let me breathe (Just let me breathe)

(Verse 1)
I'm on a new day (Day)
I’m feeling disbelief (Uh,oh)
Run this shit like Usain
I think i've gone insane
But my racks keep on coming
In the trap counting hunnids
Moonlight shining on my diamonds (Moonlight shining)
Went out west because I'm running
Shopping overseas
Codeine make me bleed (Codeine)
That's just what I need
Your loving is what I need
Your loving is what I want
Im tryna take it all (Take it all)
I'm fiending for your love
Girl your the one I want

(Chorus)
Girl I got designer from my head down to my toe (Down to my toes)
I got a bad ass bitch I know she wanna go
Yeah (Yeah yuh)
I went to hell then came back I’m in my mode (Hell, mode oh)
I’m off a yerky feeling flirty had to float (Float)
Yeah
I'm on my timing girl yeah I got to go
I'm not the same that I was long ago (Long ago)
Yeah (Yuh)
I got problems that I know I can't control (I know)
Yeah
I got too high and I started seeing ghosts

Went 2 Hell. (Prod. shuterovkush)

Roll me 3 G’s bitch I’m boot up out my mind
Swerving left right and center AMG rock NUMBER (N)INE
Spark it up and light it up I’m smoking fye
She run me up she tryna suck me bitch I’m tired
Need me a ride or die cause I cannot do no dying
Yeah
He tryna run away I guess we'll have to find him
Spin the block left him dead moma crying 
ARPs bitches loaded yeah well fire them
I'm about to lose it this bitch got a sundress on 
Yeah
This is crazy tryna set me up fugazzi
Yeah
I’m half dead half asleep 
She crazy mental for my meat
In Amsterdam we got some runners
A Nordic bitch is what I eat
Tattoos on my sleeve 
All black leather quilted seats
My VVS diamonds drippin’
Half a million bitch I'm living 
I’m a soldier I'm a driller
Fly back straight to Ella 
Took a bootup high as Redda 
Shoot em’ first that's my meta

Got the flang gang on the low 
I’m dripping double O 
She wanna fuck let’s go
Yeah 
Off an X let’s go
Roll me 3 G’s bitch I’m boot up out my mind
Swerving left right and center AMG rock number 9
Spark it up and light it up I’m smoking fye
She run me up she tryna suck me bitch I’m tired
Need me a ride or die cause I cannot do no dying
Yeah
He tryna run away I guess we'll have to find him
Spin the block left him dead moma crying 
ARPs bitches loaded yeah we’ll fire them
I'm about to lose it this bitch got a sundress on 
Yeah
This is crazy tryna set me up fugazzi
Yeah
I’m half dead half asleep 
She crazy mental for my meat
In Amsterdam we got some runners
A Nordic bitch is what I eat

Meta.

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