prod. astori + me - 150 bpm

Yeah huh, ah

I don't wanna' cuff
I wanna' fuck baby
Know you is a slut
Won't show you love baby
I don't give a fuck
You outta' luck baby
Bitch I'm posted up
With my slut in the cut baby

I-I-I can tell you dubbing now
I need some Tylenol
Heal it when I'm falling off
Oh yeah, yeah yeah
Bitch I'm all up in her walls
I stack my money tall
Lil' bitch don't care at all
Uh huh, yeah yeah
Going through withdrawals
Don't that hoe at all
I just want in her draws

Yeah, that hoe for the team
She said bitch I'm what you need
I told that bitch I'm smoking geen
And this that gas, this ain't no steam
Ay hoe, she think I'm an a-hole
What they say though?
Bitch I'm counting pesos

I'm still getting paid though
Why they hate though?
Bitty bitch she fake oh
I don't fake hoes

I don't wanna' cuff
I wanna' fuck baby
Know you is a slut
Won't show you love baby
I don't give a fuck
You outta' luck baby
Bitch I'm posted up
With my slut in the cut baby

withdrawals prod. astori

prod. astori - 148 bpm

Yeah, ah
Uh-huh, ah
Yeah, ah-uh

You don't wanna' slide
Telling pretty lies
Keep a stick inside
When you wanna' cry
Tell him watch his mouth
Any bitch or you could die
Hit from different sides
I told her open wide

You don't got the time no more, okay fine
I got a bitch doing lines on the floor
And If she think she mine
I cannot fuck with her no more
I cannot fuck with that lil' whore
I cannot go out bad oh lord
Hating on my bag for sure, oh

What the fuck you capping for?
You ain't never smoke pack before
You ain't never seen that before
I took her to all the shows
I cut off all my hoes
I ain't never did that before
Now I'm all alone

You don't wanna' slide
Telling pretty lies
Keep a stick inside
When you wanna' cry
Tell him watch his mouth
Any bitch or you could die
Hit from different sides
I told her open wide

Told her open wide
I wanna' cum inside
Lil' bitch I hit my high
That bitch wan' touch my pride
That bitch can't touch my pride
Yeah, I bend it over raw, she said"cum inside"
And when I push up on that bitch
She said"you too fine"
I'm rockin' Prada on this fit
This not no Calvin Klein
I left it all behind

I'm sorry, yeah
I cannot fuck with these lying ass dumb bitch on god
You wanna' hit a lick on god
I told her let's make a flick on god
You don't got the time no more, okay fine
I got a bitch doing lines on the floor
And If she think she mine
You don't wanna' slide
Telling pretty lies
Keep a stick inside
When you wanna' cry
Tell him watch his mouth
Any bitch or you could die
Hit from different sides
I told her open wide

cry prod. astori

prod. zeurtuo - 149 bpm

Call up shawty when I ball out
Come through with her top out
Said she love me for the fame
I don't really know what the fuck you talkin bout
Then she let me grab her waist
Fuck from behind, watch them titties fall out
Top three, never top two always top one now we ball out
Bitch I don't know what you talk bout
Please don't make me bring the mop out
Watch out slide with a K
Up in your crib and we sending them shots out
I bend her over, I make her drop down

(Heavy metal finna' rock out)

Dread head think he Rasta
Trump bitch like Ivanka
Stakin' the gwuap and the comma's
Fucking this bitch I don't want her
S class or the G class
And I move fast like Obama
I stack it up, tall as a building
I'm with my twin and I call it Osama

Yeah, bitch boy cut the drama (yeah)
All black like I'm Donda
And he riding in a Honda
Rolling in up last a little longer
Giving his family some trauma
Big bag what I'm on uh
XO really what I
(XO really what I)
XO really what I want uh

Yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I just rolled a blunt up
She said whatchu' doing?
Busy counting comma's
I stay with my Nina
Know I gotta' bring her
Know I gotta' bring her
You could be my bitch yeah
Only if you keep her
Do this shit I run it
Do this shit I ruh it up
I don't wanna' see ya
Super Saiyan I feel like Frieza

Mm, mm
I just chopped the top off
She said she tryna' do it raw
Lil' bro I think you do it wrong
Let me know, you running home
Running home
You know running home

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Call up shawty when I ball out
Come through with her top out
Said she love me for the fame
I don't really know what the fuck you talkin bout
Then she let me grab her waist
Fuck from behind, watch them titties fall out
Top three, never top two always top one now we ball out
Bitch I don't know what you talk bout
Please don't make me bring the mop out
Watch out slide with a K
Up in your crib and we sending them shots out
I bend her over, I make her drop down
Heavy metal finna' rock out
(Heavy metal finna' rock out)
H-Heavy metal finna-

comma

comma (feat. bryalle) prod. zeurtuo

prod. i forgot the prod i'm sorry + prse - 156 bpm

This ain't what you talkin' bout
Talkin' bout the gang that you hang around
Lames that you hang around
Bitch don't wanna' talk it out
Bitch, okay bitch I know you run your mouth
Shut up bitch I'll air it out

I stay with my bitch
We run the drop and we both t'd up right now
Get out my DM's bitch I know you fucking heated right now
I stay with that F&N
Know you boys ain't backin' in
"What you packing?" man I'm rocking all this Vetements
Play with me I swear to God that you'll see heaven man
Swear to God my bitch is heaven sent
What you flexing man
Put some X in there

Pack it up, pack it up, bag it up
Bitch I'm in my glow
Acting all ratchet, bitch throwing fours like she ain't white as snow
This ain't what you talk— (this ain't what you talking bout)
T-t-this ain't what you talkin' bout (what you talking bout)
This ain't what you— (what you talkin' bout)
Talkin' bout the gang that you— (tell em' what you on about)
Bitch I wanna— (what you talkin' bout)
Okay bitch I know you run your mouth
Shut up bitch I'll air it out

snow

snow prod. i forgot + prse

prod. prse + kococooks + solitude - 150 bpm

Ayo pass the wood man
Solitude made this shit right here nigga

Koco you cooked

Walking out the store with the tags
Running up these bags
I-If we got an issue i’m just pulling out these tags
I’m a hot bitch yeah
Yeah I got some good racks
Yeah I got some good ass
I’m just buying shit in mass

Uh, bend that bad bitch over
Put it in and smack her ass
Yeah, 60 round 100 round aiming at your head
Headshot Glock gon’ leave him dead ha
That’s a dead opp talking to the feds yeah

Oh, and that bitch she want me back
But I don’t want her, want that neck
Once I get it I’ma dip
She like why you all on shit?
Because I don’t need you bitch
I was here all by myself
I never stress I pop an X
I’m off a X

That bitch in love
Peel off in that Vette okay
I’ll catch a dub
I just want the neck okay, yeah
I’ve been posted in the rain
This that Glock that got the aim
I love my choppa got the range
Knock him off cause’ he so fake
I-I see dead people
It’s how that X treat you
I pop an X here
Bitch we popping X here

Rolling in this Bentley
They ain’t even met me
The drugs they tryna’ test me
How much higher can I be?
Yeah you pouring up this lean
I be selling out to fiends
Yeah this bitch she tryna’ be me
While I’m rolling up this gr-e-e-en

i don't need u

i don't need u (feat. toocee) prod. prse + kococooks + solitude

prod. 2ukko - 138 bpm

(Yeah, yeah)

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it-
How does it, uh uh

How does it feel?
Had a lil’ emo bitch 
She wearing all black with a veil
You ain’t my type lil’ hoe 
It is what it is so go over there
Hit from the back I’m grabbing her hair
I got a pack, flip it in the air
Ain’t going back this shit wasn’t fair
If I got a strap I’m up in the field

V12 Maybach
If you don’t fuck with me say that
Dumb hoe got a lil’ face tat
D. Book in the field I’ma make that
Where the jakes at?
Opp in the ground I’ma spray that
I’m in the cut told her shake that
Said I’m in the cut told her shake ass

This ain’t real
Don’t wanna’ go out tonight lil’ bitch
So what’s your deal?
If I’m on the drugs, then I’m in my feels
I hit a fifty on fifty on fifty
I feel like I’m ma’fuckin’ Bradley Beal
Never again, the pills
Never again, the seal
Put you on IG reels
Canada Goose, Ahkeel
Yeah, put a lil’ hoe in a meal
Bitch, tell me

How does it feel?
Had a lil’ emo bitch 
She wearing all black with a veil
You ain’t my type lil’ hoe 
It is what it is so go over there
Hit from the back I’m grabbing her hair
I got a pack, flip it in the air
Ain’t going back this shit wasn’t fair
If I got a strap I’m up in the field

trauma

fair

fair prod. 2ukko

prod. yacob + dmo - 146 bpm

Let’s not live like this

Why I feel like this?
Yeah, I’m poppin’ the pills like this
Yeah, I’m poppin’ the pills for real
They soothing me, helping me heal
Lil’ hoe what’s your deal?
Yeah, If she wanna’ leave I’ma kill
Like bitch I’ma-

Yeah, this that two door
Suburban way like Xhulooo
I don’t miss that bitch like Juno
Cut that shit it ain’t like you know
Hop out the Ghini’ the bitch is too low
She in bikini’s in winter it’s too cold
I’m doing miles this bitch like Yuno
She poppin’ molly and what else like who knows?

Hm, V12 pushing on that gas this ain’t no sad shit
Bad shit, talking out your neck get you clapped quick
Sak’s Fifth on the tags bitch
And you broke boy get your bag fixed
Shut up lil’ bitch why you acting?
Wasn’t action on me back then

Back then why you back now?
And this bitch boy gotta’ back down
This .45 pop hella’ rounds
Got a lil’ red I don’t wanna’ drown

Big bag can’t fumble now
And a lotta’ cash I’ll be thumbing out
Say the word, you’ll be dead now
And my ex bitch of Fentanyl

Yeah, this that two door
Suburban way like Xhulooo
I don’t miss that bitch like Juno
Cut that shit it ain’t like you know
Hop out the Ghini’ the bitch is too low
She in bikini’s in winter it’s too cold
I’m doing miles this bitch like Yuno
She poppin’ molly and what else like who knows?

red prod. yacob + dmo

prod. 2ukko + nico_wav - 146 bpm

Hot as hell in the summer time
Pop the top I ain’t feeling mine
Roll the thrax up we getting high
Off a pill, it ain’t suicide
Pop my shit I don’t wanna’ die
We put an opp bitch in the sky
You insane hoe do it right

(You’re the same hoe ain’t no way)

Wasting my time again
I up my nine and spin
Lil’ hoe you not my friend
No you can’t hang with him
Lil’ bitch you out, you in?
Time again
Homicide
Feel alive
Bitch keep quiet, poppin’ molly
Everyone tryna’ kill my high

Two bad hoes peeling off in a Vette’
I was at my low how you do me like that?
Always on my phone with the same old shit
I’ma get high I don’t need you bitch
Stand on top when I talk my shit
Helmut Lang top I’ma walk right in
I said it once, I won’t say it again
They getting mad how I pop my shit

(Uh, yeah yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Hot as hell in the summer time)

Halo
Pull up in brown like I’m Fazo
I’m out of town with a bankroll
Bitch tryna’ act like a fake hoe
Face shot bitch I make more 
Than your fake clothes living Saints Row
Bitch why, what’s the hate for?
Bitch bye, she a snake hoe

Yeah, hot as hell in the summer time
Pop the top I ain’t feeling mine
Roll the thrax up we getting high
Off a pill, it ain’t suicide
Pop my shit I don’t wanna’ die
We put an opp bitch in the sky
You insane hoe do it right
You’re the same hoe ain’t no way

halo

halo prod. 2ukko + nico_wav

prod. skudas - 95 bpm

When you did baby will you go to heaven?
Who gon’ die first?
That’s the question
Russian roulette
Smith & Wesson
I don’t need you though, get up out my section
She a- She a bad hoe come in my direction
I smoke thrax hoe
I don’t do the resin
This is life yo, one of us is destined
I won’t fight though
Done with the aggression

On my hip is an M9 Beretta
Fill the cup and it’s only getting redder
Hella gwuap cause’ I’m stacking up my feta
Can you cut up all that shit it got me fed up
Flex up
I’ma flex up
I don’t do the sex, I just want the neck bruh
Say it with your chest bitch you need to step up
And I’m fucking on your bitch I got her legs up

I’m going back to my old ways
Give a fuck what a hoe say
This is real life not no role play
This is- This is real life not no role play

When you did baby will you go to heaven?
Who gon’ die first?
That’s the question
Russian roulette
Smith & Wesson
I don’t need you though, get up out my section
She a- She a bad hoe come in my direction
I smoke thrax hoe
I don’t do the resin
This is life yo, one of us is destined
This is life yo, one of us is destined

eyes

eyes prod. skudas

lost it all prod. vtmns - 136 bpm

(Uh, it just one thing wrong)

(It’s just one thing wrong)

It’s just one thing wrong when I lost it all
It’s just one less problem, pick it up when you fall
They like, “Oh my God, is it really happening now?”
Oh my God is it really happening now?

Yeah, look out the window when I crank that bitch
In a minute get my pack back yeah
When I get rich I’ma bank that shit
Just like a soldier I crank that shit
‘Member I told you I’d stunt like this
Now it’s my time, finna’ pop my shit

Big Glock, know what I’m saying?
Face shot, straight to your brain
Frog eyes, I’m in Mulsanne
That bitch gon’ make me insane
I got a scope with the range
Yeah, I see the money and fame
Uh, lil’ bitch no we not the same

(Uh, lil’ bitch no we not the same)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, rock n’ roll
Pocket watching I’ll make you fold
You said, “I don’t know”
I don’t care bitch not my hoe
Hunnid’ hunnid’ rounds in here
We gon’ give em’ hell
Don’t care bout’ what you feel
Like lil’ hoe what’s your deal?

Yeah, look out the window when I crank that bitch
In a minute get my pack back yeah
When I get rich I’ma bank that shit
Just like a soldier I crank that shit
‘Member I told you I’d stunt like this
Now it’s my time, finna’ pop my shit

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