Lyrics:

I smoke that ganja for the pain, yeah
I'm taking off, can't settle down I'm like a plane, yeah
Why the fuck you mumbling? I can't hear what you say, yeah
I put that oxy in her body, get her Kawasaki
She want that benihana date, get her calamari
I'm chilling poolside with the gang, tryna catch a body
Made her sign a NDA like bitch you bet not tell nobody

Fucked up, oxycontin in my body
Bitch you bet not fuck up, you ain't tryna see the end
Told that bitch to shut up, you is not my fuckin twin
Remember all the doors in the back that we kicked in?
Remember all the hoes that I fucked in that twin bed
She was throwing on that bonnet, think she tryna give me head
Caught her tryna post me on the gram, why you fed?
But her pussy fye as fuck, that shit so wet I think I sled
She was tryna love bomb me, like a dummy for the bread

I smoke that ganja for the pain, yeah
I'm taking off, can't settle down I'm like a plane, yeah
Why the fuck you mumbling? I can't hear what you say, yeah
I put that oxy in her body, get her Kawasaki
She want that benihana date, get her calamari
I'm chilling poolside with the gang, tryna catch a body
Made her sign a NDA like bitch you bet not tell nobody

Bitch you bet not, woah uh huh
Woah uh huh

How you doze off when the summer so cold?
She was tryna go off, going dummy, gettin' bold
Bitch I'm smoking doja, can't get higher than me
And y'all niggas so damn broke, you can't get flyer than me
And you claim you touch the money, that's a liar to me
You tried to put that shit together, not attire to me
You ain't never seen a K and that's a brokey I see

I smoke that ganja for the pain, yeah
I'm taking off, can't settle down I'm like a plane, yeah
Why the fuck you mumbling? I can't hear what you say, yeah
I put that oxy in her body, get her Kawasaki
She want that benihana date, get her calamari
I'm chilling poolside with the gang, tryna catch a body
Made her sign a NDA like bitch you bet not tell nobody

OXY (prod. fw cal)

Lyrics:

Huh woah, don't matter
Huh woah, don't matter
I get that money and sell wishes like a pope do
She got on her knees and gave me head just like a hoe do

Go get that guap nigga, do it like you supposed to
All my brothers selling dope, now come here let me dope you
I get that money and sell wishes like a pope do
She got on her knees and gave me head just like a hoe do
I don't wanna talk that long so I ain't gonna hold you
If this shit ain't bout no money, bitch I'm boutta go to
My partner, get guala
Fuck hoes and get some nana
I want Kayla, I want Jayda
Switch the hoe up, really don't matter

I throw em' all on a plate like a platter
Where the tall ass bitch? I'm climbing that ladder
She wanna fuck with a Martian on Saturn
I ain't got no type when her ass just fatter
Ain't no type when she giving that top
Fuck, ain't no type when she got that wap
Fuck, ain't no tellin when we in the basement
I just hope the bitch ain't a freemason
I just want the money, I don't wanna chat
Y'all niggas so pussy, you hide in the chat
How you get money ain't pop no tags
So down bad ain't got no bag
No guala, no nada, no Dolce and Gabbana
She do a trick if you throw her some guala
She boppin' got no father

Go get that guap nigga, do it like you supposed to
All my brothers selling dope, now come here let me dope you
I get that money and sell wishes like a pope do
She got on her knees and gave me head just like a hoe do
I don't wanna talk that long so I ain't gonna hold you
If this shit ain't bout no money, bitch I'm boutta go to
My partner, get guala
Fuck hoes and get some nana
I want Kayla, I want Jayda
Switch the hoe up, really don't matter

Huh woah, don't matter
Huh woah, don't matter
My partner, get guala
Fuck hoes and get some nana
I want Kayla, I want Jayda
Switch the hoe up, really don't matter

DON'T MATTER (prod me)

Lyrics:

I'm not attached, fuck all the feelings I'm back, relax
Could chill now, why don't you?
You see now? I'm on you
Fuck I popped that bean I'm on it, I got my team up on it
Fuck I could chill now, out the way
Get the money I'll have a good day, fuck a bad bitch I love my bae
Hop in the middle, you catching a stray
In the mix that's ew to me, you got a bitch that's ew to me
If I want that girl, I bag it
Ain't take no money, I bag it

How you loving the fashion life? I got you up in the flashing lights
Got a brand new stash of ice, you got a bitch that ain't bad as mine
I'm not attached no more, I make a bad bitch take a back door

Huh oh woah, I'm not attached no more
I mean what I say, ain't acting
I'm kicking her out, get to packing
I'm standing on business, ain't lacking
Got FedEx that's shipping the pack in
And I went all black interior, I'm the best and you niggas inferior
I'm the best and I'm giving them more
Ship the pack out the Honda Accord
Cutting her off cause I'm bored
I don't wanna talk no more
I don't wanna talk no more, you get it, I get it, I'm sure
Out of touch, I ain't giving no more
Out of touch, I ain't giving em' nothing, no nada

Fuck I could chill now, out the way
Get the money I'll have a good day, fuck a bad bitch I love my bae
Hop in the middle, you catching a stray
In the mix that's ew to me, you got a bitch that's ew to me
If I want that girl, I bag it
Ain't take no money, I bag it

ATTACHMENTS (prod. bl4cko + glokmane)

Lyrics:

I put perc up in my soda, get green like Baby Yoda
I'm up, I thought I told ya, and I'm stuffing the green in rubber band
And I buy anything just cause I can, I don't like nobody
Get from beside of me, switching lanes in the Mazi
Bad bitch in Ferrari, fell in love with the Perky Yerky
I get high with the guys, smoke earthy
Smoking trees a lil more earthy
Popping beans a lil berserky
Huh, pop a bean and go berserky
I space out clean like curry
We up now, bitch don't worry

I chilled, and I hung up the Jersey
I ain't dabbling, get a lil dirty
Alley-oop for the gang, a lil 30
Alley-oop for the gang, that's an alley
I forgive, don't forget, that's a tally
Linin' 'em up cross the board, pep rally
Out of state with the gang, I'm in Cali
And you know we get down in the Valley
Push a nigga hairline back like Sally
I put that perc in my soda, get Wally

I put perc up in my soda, get green like Baby Yoda
I'm up, I thought I told ya, and I'm stuffing the green in rubber band
And I buy anything just cause I can, I don't like nobody
Get from beside of me, switching lanes in the Mazi
Bad bitch in Ferrari, fell in love with the Perky Yerky
I get high with the guys, smoke earthy
Smoking trees a lil more earthy
Popping beans a lil berserky
Huh, pop a bean and go berserky
I space out clean like curry
We up now, bitch don't worry

Pop that Perky Yerky
I ain't spending no time like what is the purpose
Tell me why you deserve me
She see me in person, she get a lil nervous
Tell me why you so nervy
You brought her a Benz, it wasn't worth it
Still taking that bitch like Curry

Perky Yerky (prod. bl4cko + 15drttt)

Lyrics:

Huh, I think all of this shit makes sense
Like, me and my niggas we smoke good gas
And you and your niggas smoke fent
And I don't even know where the boundary lays, I just be pushing the limit
And I got a bad bitch that best behave or I'ma just give her the ticket
Like, imagine I ain't get the digits
Like, imagine I ain't get the bitches
Can you imagine I ain't bust down that tennis?
And I ain't even touch them riches
And I ain't even fuck them bitches
A life where you don't even tote them switches
A life where you don't even pop that Percocet
Where you throw away the perkies and get you a check

I don't talk "broke bitch", not my language
I keep a couple of bitches to bang with
Take that bitch to the crib and I bang it
I'ma turn on this song and she sing it
You ain't see the picture I was painting
You ain't get the message in my singing
I ain't talking bullshit, I put pain in
Fuck, I reality check when I came in
A whole lotta commas, okay
How it feel in Bahamas today?
What's the weather like out by the ocean?
Finna see it now that I got motion
I ain't sipping on drank, I got potion
Mixing that X with the sprite and it's potion
Fuck what they hate, I'm causing commotion
All of this shit makes sense if you open

Huh, I think all of this shit makes sense
Like, me and my niggas we smoke good gas
And you and your niggas smoke fent
And I don't even know where the boundary lays, I just be pushing the limit
And I got a bad bitch that best behave or I'ma just give her the ticket
Like, imagine I ain't get the digits
Like, imagine I ain't get the bitches
Can you imagine I ain't bust down that tennis?
And I ain't even touch them riches
And I ain't even fuck them bitches
A life where you don't even tote them switches
A life where you don't even pop that Percocet
Where you throw away the perkies and get you a check

Where you hop out your feelings, why you so upset?
Why you tripping on me? Get your bag up
Bad bitch on me, had to bag her
Why you tripping? This shit so light
Why you trip bout the small things of life?
I thought you got what you wanted tonight
I know I got what I wanted, alright
I'ma stay to myself, I'm fine
And you know it's a matter of time
Before I get everything that I prayed for
And then some, I'ma take more
All of this shit makes sense to me

Imagine

Imagine (prod. fw.cal)

Lyrics: 

Can you take me out of my head?

Can you take me out my mind?
Money make me feel way better
I fell in love with getting that cheddar
And I fell in love with the Maison Margiela
Vivienne Westwood all in my ear
Telling her "Wassgud, can you come here?"
Can you silence the voice I hear?
I can kill all the shit you fear
Can you hold on to my Goyard?
I don't rock reps no more, this Goyard

Fuck I get rid of that bitch and I trash her
I bet reality hit when I smash her
To be honest, I don't wanna trap her
Give that bitch to the gang, I'ma whack her

Ksubi all on the denim, my baby
Turn the heat up on niggas, get crazy
Put the fee on them niggas, get flaky
I put the Z's on y'all boys, y'all lazy
Can you take me out of my head?
If you can't, get left on read
Fuck, can you take me away from the voices?
Tune em' out like background noises
Everything that they saying is comedy
Broke minded, I ain't get that mentality
Switching words can't flip the reality
Still fucked up, finna face fatality
I ain't tryna hear nothing you saying
Stop the games, why the fuck are you playing?
Can you be my peace of mind or not?
You fucking up bad, finna lose your spot
Why you worried about the bitches I got?
Can you take me out of my mind or not?

Can you take me out my mind?
Money make me feel way better
I fell in love with getting that cheddar
And I fell in love with the Maison Margiela
Vivienne Westwood all in my ear
Telling her "Wassgud, can you come here?"
Can you silence the voice I hear?
I can kill all the shit you fear
Can you hold on to my Goyard?
I don't rock reps no more, this Goyard

Fuck I get rid of that bitch and I trash her
I bet reality hit when I smash her
To be honest, I don't wanna trap her
Give that bitch to the gang, I'ma whack her

VOICES (prod. bl4cko)

Lyrics:

I got sticks for you just tell me what the deal is
Knock out all your 32's and take you off the hitlist
I don't wanna talk to you, you never talk about the bands
I don't wanna talk to you, you never sliding bout your mans
I gave my all to you bitch, how you gon' bite my hand?
You gave your all to that bitch and she my biggest fan

I make it go, I make it spin just like a carousel
You gave your heart, you dropped that bag, okay I wish you well
If that shoe was on the other foot, I just would give them hell
She played that part, she did you bad, she played it very well
I'd smack that bitch if I was you and tell her"Fairly well"
You understand, don't you? I'd drop that band on you
I can't put my mans on you, I'm the biggest fan of you
I think I'm on you bad, I don't wanna want you back
I think I'd drop that bag, I don't wanna see you mad

Perfect timing go insane on you
You see the money? I think I could make it rain on you
Heard you want Johnny Dang and diamonds; put that chain on you
I heard you coming, perfect timing, put that pain on you
I got niggas in the function, put that claim on you
And all my niggas on that shit, they put that shame on you
If you my brother, I would never put that blame on you
Now tell me what the fuck your deal is before I flame on you

I got sticks for you just tell me what the deal is
Knock out all your 32's and take you off the hitlist
I don't wanna talk to you, you never talk about the bands
I don't wanna talk to you, you never sliding bout your mans
I gave my all to you bitch, how you gon' bite my hand?
You gave your all to that bitch and she my biggest fan
You gave your all to that bitch, okay I wish you well

I make it go, I make it spin just like a carousel
You gave your heart, you dropped that bag, okay I wish you well
If that shoe was on the other foot, I just would give them hell
She played that part, she did you bad, she played it very well
I'd smack that bitch if I was you and tell her"Fairly well"
You understand, don't you? I'd drop that band on you
I can't put my mans on you, I'm the biggest fan of you
I think I'm on you bad, I don't wanna want you back
I think I'd drop that bag, I don't wanna see you mad

Perfect timing go insane on you
You see the money? I think I could make it rain on you
Heard you want Johnny Dang and diamonds; put that chain on you
I heard you coming, perfect timing, put that pain on you

Carousel (prod. bl4cko + thulu)

Lyrics:

Huh, I get the bitch when I'm ready
Smoke gas, I don't take no eddies
Fuck celebrating, I don't need confetti
Hop back in the booth in a jetty
I ain't no rusher, I'm taking it steady
Rolling the gas, feeling like jelly

I know you throwing them subs, woah
Tell me, the fuck is the meaning?
All of my bitches they cutthroat, punish a nigga for treason
Oh woah, and I know you do it for a reason
Locked in with my brother, bleeding
Draco, I just brought the team in
She wanna know what the vibe is, taking that bitch to the evil lair
Don't really know where my mind is, I'm just tryna fuck and I'm just tryna slay her

I do whatever I wanna, you just do the shit if you can
I count up the money, the commas
You fucked up getting no bands
You fucked up making that bitch your only
I keep like three of them on me
You fucked up giving that love and it's phony
Reason I keep like three of them on me

I know you throwing them subs, woah
Tell me, the fuck is the meaning?
All of my bitches they cutthroat, punish a nigga for treason
Oh woah, and I know you do it for a reason
Locked in with my brother, bleeding
Draco, I just brought the team in
She wanna know what the vibe is, taking that bitch to the evil lair
Don't really know where my mind is, I'm just tryna fuck and I'm just tryna slay her

Come on let's go get ready, It's up tonight be ready
I'm up and they throwing confetti, It's all going down in the telly
You know what go down in the telly
You know that I'm down if you let me
On timing, hit up my celly
Fuck, I was just in the mall with the guys
Off shrooms, get a lil high
I was fucked up getting too fried
Where my trophy at? I'm outside
They throwing confetti, you know it's a vibe

Huh, I get the bitch when I'm ready
Smoke gas, I don't take no eddies
Fuck celebrating, I don't need confetti
Hop back in the booth in a jetty
I ain't no rusher, I'm taking it steady
Rolling the gas, feeling like jelly

I know you throwing them subs, woah
Tell me, the fuck is the meaning?
All of my bitches they cutthroat, punish a nigga for treason
Oh woah, and I know you do it for a reason
Locked in with my brother, bleeding
Draco, I just brought the team in
She wanna know what the vibe is, taking that bitch to the evil lair
Don't really know where my mind is, I'm just tryna fuck and I'm just tryna slay her

I do whatever I wanna, you just do the shit if you can
I count up the money, the commas
You fucked up getting no bands
You fucked up making that bitch your only
I keep like three of them on me
You fucked up giving that love and it's phony
Reason I keep like three of them on me

Confetti (prod. bl4cko + mutubeats)

Lyrics:

We rock the same shit, can't fuck the same bitch
How the fuck you rock the same clothes and fuck the same hoes?
Had to cut my old hoe, I'm chasing new goals
Keep that Gen 5 on my lap and yeah it go "Fye"
Ran up and that boy got clapped, I don't know just why he tried
Fell in love with Chrome Hearts cause I love to get fly

Pussy, I just wanna count up all the money with my guys
Pussy, how you got no loyalty? You switched up on the tribe
Pussy, you the type I fill with hollow tips and make em' fly
Pussy, you the type I roll up in a pack and then I light
I can't share no clothes with you niggas cause I get flyer
I would never share no hoes with you niggas, you bet not try her
Every bitch I get I upgrade and her waist get tighter
Every bitch I get go all night, don't get tired

Never get tired, I can't share no clothes with you niggas
I would never share no hoes with you niggas

We rock the same shit, can't fuck the same bitch
How the fuck you rock the same clothes and fuck the same hoes?
Had to cut my old hoe, I'm chasing new goals
Keep that Gen 5 on my lap and yeah it go "Fye"
Ran up and that boy got clapped, I don't know just why he tried
Fell in love with Chrome Hearts cause I love to get fly

I just want the dividends, I hopped up out my feelings
How the fuck you give advice buddy? You ain't touch a million
Why the fuck you roll that dice buddy? You don't wanna die young
I'm like, "Don't you get me hype" buddy, you know what that hype from

Keep that Gen 5 on my lap and yeah it go "Fye"
Ran up and that boy got clapped, I don't know just why he tried
Fell in love with Chrome Hearts cause I love to get fly

Gen 5 (prod. fw.cal)

Lyrics:

Huh, lil pussy, pay it back
Ain't no running off with the racks
I had to spend a band to get it back
You know when you working hard, you get it back
Get it out the way, I don't wanna leave you lonely
I stayed with you, I know how it feels to be lonely
And everything you do will come right back to you
Watch how you move
You do that dirt, you get that dirt
It come right back to you
I put in that work, I put in time, I paid off all my dues
I put in time, I sacrificed, you know I paid in full

Ain't no way, ain't no way you gone fuck up
Money coming in, I'm living modest, got my bucks up
I ran up the charts; they ain't even see it, but I came right up
Some things you just got to experience just to know wassup

Lil pussy, pay it back
Ain't no running off with the racks
I had to spend a band to get it back
You know when you working hard, you get it back
Get it out the way, I don't wanna leave you lonely
I stayed with you, I know how it feels to be lonely

Huh, lil pussy, pay it back
Ain't no running off with the racks
I had to spend a band to get it back
You know when you working hard, you get it back
Get it out the way, I don't wanna leave you lonely
I stayed with you, I know how it feels to be lonely

Pockets fat, on juggernaut
You shoulda, coulda, woulda not
You shoulda stayed down, you gone pay it back pussy
He a fuck up, he a chum, why you run away wussy
Ain't no way you thought you'd get away, we track you down, you pussy

Ain't no way, ain't no way you gone fuck up
Money coming in, I'm living modest, got my bucks up
I ran up the charts; they ain't even see it, but I came right up
Some things you just got to experience just to know wassup

Lil pussy, pay it back
Ain't no running off with the racks
I had to spend a band to get it back
You know when you working hard, you get it back
Get it out the way, I don't wanna leave you lonely

PAY IT BACK

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