Yeah,
(WHAT?)
(Phee,Phee)

Kuttup Got That Knock,
I Just Got That Drop (BLATT)

Spinnin' On That Opp,
We Gon Get Em Popped

Yeah, I Shoot A Couple Fucking Shots
Wit' That Fucking Glock,

We Gon Catch Em' At That Fucking Spot
We Gon Get Em' Locked

We Gon Get Em' Boxed (Buh)
We Gon Get Em' Boxed (Buh)

We Gon Get Em' Boxed (Buh)
We Gon Get Em' Boxed (Buh)

We Gon' Stay Up Locked (Wha?)
She Gon Give Me Top (Wha?)

I Just Pour That Wock
(Phee)
We Dont Need That Bop
(Phee)

Yeah, So Many Fucking Hoes
I Just Need Them Both

She Gon' Take Her Clothes
I Got Too Much Goin' On

I Cant Answer The Phone,
And I Wake Up Smoke On Strong

Bitch Just Leave Me Alone,
I Just Wanna Be At Home

Yeah Bih,

Yeah Bih,

Wonder Where Im Finna Go Land,
I Just Got A Knife To Cut Yo' Hands

Wonder Why Its Hard To Try To Be A 
Man,And How The Fuck You Hard Bitch You Never Had No Band

And The Party Bitch It Started,
And These Bitches They My Fans

Feel Like I Won The Lottery I Feel It In My Hands, And Sorry I Had To Pardon You Im Stickin' To My Plan

 And Fuck That Girl She Lied To Me She Fuckin' On That Fan,
And Fuck Ya
(Blatt, Buh)

Yeah, Bitch

(Blatt)
(yeah,yeah)

(Bee,Bee)




MY PLAN prod riplucky


(Kruegerlistic)


(Krueger, Krueger)

(Krueger!)

Fucking Up The Pit She Gon' Shake Sum
(Buh)
Fucking Up The Pit She Gon' Shake Sum
(Buh)
Fucking Up The Pit She Gon' Shake Sum
(Buh)
Fucking Up The Pit She Gon' Shake Sum
(Buh)

Ridin' Wit' Some Hoes,
Ridin' Wit' Some Hoes

Yeah, We Gon' Get That Low
We Gon' Get That Low

I Been Tryna Fuck From The Time
Lets Go, We Gon Get Em' Bucked Buck Em'Out His Clothes

Hoe Just Tryna Fuck,
Hell Nah Say No

Yeah, I Dont Give No Fuck,
Ima Smoke That Dope

Yeah, And This Bitch She Pissed,
Why She Be So Bold?

And I Got Alot Of Cash,
Finna Spend It Hoe

Guap Dance, Guap Dance,
Yeah, I do My Guap Dance

They Like Sos Whats Poppin'
Finna Fuck Up Mosh Yeah,

And I Got Alot Of Bands Finna
Throw It Up Yeah,
Feeling Like A Taskman Got a Brand new
Blick Yeah,
(bleh, bleh)

Got A Brand New Blick Yeah,
Finna Throw It Up For What?
What A Bitch Yeah,

Whole Face Full Of Blood Finna
Hit Yeah, Tried To Get Up Tryna Run
I Get So Distant,
(PHEE)

Fucking Up The Pit She Gon' Shake Sum
(Buh)
Fucking Up The Pit She Gon' Shake Sum
(Buh)
Fucking Up The Pit She Gon' Shake Sum
(Buh)
Fucking Up The Pit She Gon' Shake Sum
(Buh)

Ridin' Wit' Some Hoes,
Ridin' Wit' Some Hoes

Yeah, We Gon' Get That Low
We Gon' Get That Low

I Been Tryna Fuck From The Time
Lets Go, We Gon Get Em' Bucked Buck Em'Out His Clothes (Okay)

(Bih)





FUCKING UP THE PIT prod trauma

Lets Go Trauma,
Lets Go Trauma,
(yeah,yeah,yeah)
Bitch

Yeah,

Yeah,

(slatt, slatt, slatt)

Its A Party In This Bitch,
Yeah, Why These Niggas Being Bitchy?
(Wha?)

Yeah, I Get Hoes Ian Sissy,
Yeah, We Gon Aim That Pole We Gon Hit Em
...

Bitch, We Gon Aim That Pole We Gon Hit Em Up, Bitch I Get All The Hoes For That Sloppy Stuff

Yeah, Sit Back Smoke My Dope Ian Fighting Ya,

Fuck These Internet Ass Hoes Ian Going Ya...
(BUH)

Aim That Draco Up Its Gon Hit His Head
(Hit His Head)
Aim That DracoUp Its Gon Hit His Head
(Hit His Head)

Got This Hoe Lets Fuck Why She Being Scared?
Bitch And Im Goin Up Aint No What You Said

Yeah, Got Lil Bro He Bucked, Now He Telling Feds, Yeah Fuck That Hoe Let Go

I Just Got That Brand New Dope,
Why These Niggas So Back Door?

Why These Niggas Hate On Sos?
Told Her Drop It On The Floor

We Gon' Drop Em' At That Low
(Buh)

All I Gotta Do Is Pray To God
(I Cant Go)
All These Bitches Being So Facade
And Let Go,

Why These Niggas Running From The Fye Cause They Hoes,
And Im Bringing Money In They Outside Cause They Broke
(Phee)







IAN GOIN YA prod trauma

(KruegerListic)

(Krueger, Krueger)

(Krueger, Krueger)

(Krueger, Krueger, Kruegerlistic)
Bitches Lied Stories Told
(Yeah, Yeah),
Yeah, I Get Brand New Drac And Run It Hoe

Yeah, You Think Some Shit Funny Hoe?
Yeah,
Im In The Back Of The Jag And Im Fucking This Hoe

Bih,
We Just Got Another Drop
Wake Up Then I Spin on Opps

Wake Up Its That Money Talk,
How The Fuck You Got No Guap?

Brand New Switch Came Wit' That Glock,
Spin Again, We Spin They Block

Ian' Running From No Cops,
Talk Again And Then You Blocked

Wake Up Spin We Buck His Glock,
Brand New Mag Im Totin' Glock

Hit His Head We In His Socks,
Dunk His Head Up In That Box

I See Red She Suck That Cock,
Pistol Sag The Way I Walk

Me And Twin We Finna Lock,
In The Jag We Sliding Knocks

Run Up Then You Get Popped,
Im The Man Bitch You Not

Brand New Gen Wit Dat Glock,
Spin Again, Spin They Block,

See Em Then Pick His Lock,
Shot Yo' Mans With That Glock

Shot Yo Mans Wit That Glock,
Shot Yo Mans Wit-

Yeah,I Just Caught Another Band,
How U Switch Up On Yo Mans?

Brand New Mag, I Got That Gen,
Bring That Slatt Thought Thats Yo Man?

We Gon' Pull Up Shoot Yo Deads,
We Gon' Cook Em' Like That Pan,
We Gon' Cook Em' Like That Pan
(Yeah)

Bitches Lied Stories Told
(Yeah, Yeah),
Yeah, I Get Brand New Drac And Run It Hoe

Yeah, You Think Some Shit Funny Hoe?
Yeah,
Im In The Back Of The Jag And Im Fucking This Hoe

Bih,
We Just Got Another Drop
Wake Up Then I Spin on Opps

Wake Up Its That Money Talk,
How The Fuck You Got No Guap?

Brand New Switch Came Wit' That Glock,
Spin Again, We Spin They Block

Ian' Running From No Cops,
Talk Again And Then You Blocked

Wake Up Spin We Buck His Glock,
Brand New Mag Im Totin' Glock

Hit His Head We In His Socks,
Dunk His Head Up In That Box

I See Red She Suck That Cock




STORIES TOLD prod trauma

(yeah,yeah)
(yeah)
Yeah,
I Drop The Low
(Drop That Low)

Yeah,
I Drop The Low
(Drop That Low)

Yeah,
I Drop The Low
(Drop That Low)

Yeah,
I Drop The Low
(Drop That Low)

Yeah,
I Drop The Low
(Drop That Low)

Yeah,
I Drop The Low
(Drop That Low)

Why The Hate On Sos?
Yeah Ima Fuck That Hoe

Why They Tryna Be Me,
Like Why They Hate On Sos?
(blatt)
Ima Pull Up In That Jeep And We Gon Whip That Hoe (blatt)

Ian' Tryna Be Yo' Friend Im Tryna Be Some More,
Aint Tryna Be Yo Hoe

Im All Up In That Mode,
Im Digging In Yo Soul,

I Kept The Stories Told,
You Called Me Left Me Hold,

Im Sorry For That Though,
Sit Back And Smoke My Dope

They Left Me In That Cold,
Bitch I Dont Wanna Drop

We Spinnin' On That Opp,
New Draco Its Gon' Mop

Cant Fuck Up Wit No Bop,
Watch How I Milly Rock

In The Back She Sucking Cock,
We Dont Fuck Wit No Damn Cops

Drank So Good My Belly Drop...

Yeah,
I Drop The Low
(Drop That Low)

Yeah,
I Drop The Low
(Drop That Low)

Yeah,
I Drop The Low
(Drop That Low)

Yeah,
I Drop The Low
(Drop That Low)

Yeah,
I Drop The Low
(Drop That Low)

Yeah,
I Drop The Low
(Drop That Low)

Why The Hate On Sos?
Yeah Ima Fuck That Hoe

Why They Tryna Be Me,
Like Why They Hate On Sos?
(blatt)
Ima Pull Up In That Jeep And We Gon Whip That Hoe (blatt)

Ian' Tryna Be Yo' Friend Im Tryna Be Some More,
Aint Tryna Be Yo Hoe

Im All Up In That Mode,
Im Digging In Yo Soul,

I Kept The Stories Told,
You Called Me Left Me Hold,

Im Sorry For That Though,
Sit Back And Smoke My Dope

They Left Me In That Cold,
Bitch I Dont Wanna Drop

We Spinnin' On That Opp,
New Draco Its Gon' Mop

Cant Fuck Up Wit No Bop,
Watch How I Milly Rock

In The Back She Sucking Cock,
We Dont Fuck Wit No Damn Cops

Drank So Good My Belly Drop...


Aint Tryna Be Yo Hoe

Im All Up In That Mode,
Im Digging In Yo Soul,

I Kept The Stories Told,
You Called Me Left Me Hold,

Im Sorry For That Though,
Sit Back And Smoke My Dope

They Left Me In That Cold





DROP THE LOW prod vrtex

(yeah, yeah)

(yeah, yeah)

(yeah, yeah)

(yeah, yeah)

Yeah, Brand New Glock Go Dummy,
I Been Tryna Run From Twelve These
Niggas Funny

We Gon' Send Em' Straight To Hell
If He Start Running (Phee)

Got My Pack Up In The Mail, Im Finna Smoke It,
(Slatt, Slatt)

I Just Got A Lamb Truck,
Bitch Jus' Keep Yo Head Up,

We Gon' Slide Up Fed Up,
All These Opps Get Fed Up

Nigga What You Say Yeah,
She Up In The Bed Yeah,

Running From The Feds Yeah,
Pull Up? We Gon Ban Em

Not No Baby Santan,
Baby She Demanding

We Just Got That Landing
I Wont Be The Same Man,

Hunnid Opps They Fannin,
Bitch Im Wit' My Bad Bitch,

Why This Hoe Demanding,
Damn She Really Savage

Yeah, I Feel The Damage,
Why She Keep On Breaking It

Yall Dont Know What Pain Is,
I Keep Going Through It

Niggas Not Gon Do Shit,
Run Up Keep My Tool Bitch

Me And Bae Jus' Cooling
Yeah, Bitch I Been Boolin'
(Slatt)

Yeah, Brand New Glock Go Dummy,
I Been Tryna Run From Twelve These
Niggas Funny

We Gon' Send Em' Straight To Hell
If He Start Running (Phee)

Got My Pack Up In The Mail, Im Finna Smoke It,
(Slatt, Slatt)

I Just Got A Lamb Truck,
Bitch Jus' Keep Yo Head Up,

We Gon' Slide Up Fed Up,
All These Opps Get Fed Up

Nigga What You Say Yeah,
She Up In The Bed Yeah,

Running From The Feds Yeah,
Pull Up? We Gon Ban Em







DAMAGE prod trauma

lyrics:
(Blatt, Blatt, Blatt)
(Blatt, Blatt, Blatt)
(Blatt, Blatt, Blatt)
(Blatt, Blatt, Blatt)


She Gon Slide Up Give Me
Top
(Yea,Yea)
I Just Got That Brand New
Drop, Yeah

Do They Even Really Want Us?
No
We Gon Really Get That Phantom
Yo,

Walk Up To The Bitch And Tame
Her, Yeah,
All These Niggas Really Lame Huh?
Yeah,

Its A Party When I Go Yeah
Brand New Glock Its Over

Lotta Drugs I Roll Up,
I Just Get The Money Buck

Nah Ian' Talking Bout Robux,
Nigga Get Yo Money Up Im tryna Get
It So Far

I've Been Tryna Get The Hunnids,
Tryna Stack It Up Yeah,
And This Bitch She Want Some Money
Think I Give A Fuck? Yeah

Nah Bitch You Don't Need No Money
Leave Me The Fuck Alone Yeah,

Is You Really Gonna Hit?
I Just Popped My Fucking Shit

Brand New Mag Im Bucking Shit
Got That Drank Im Feeling Sick

We Dont Need No Fucking Bitch,
Me And Twin Just Locked In

Got Alot Of Options,
Aint Up Wit' That Bop Shit

Aint Up With That Opp Shit,
We Gon' Blow That Fye Quick

We Gon' Get Up Mop Shit
Blow That Switch Its Hot Bitch

She Throw It Back Like Ah, Shit,
Like Why She Always Toxic Im Just
Tryna Lock In

And Me And Twin Got Options,
We Might Just Pull Up Block Shit

And Niggas Be On Opp Shit,
They Scared To Fucking Cock Back

I Just Got A Opp Bet,
We Gon' Spin They Block Yeah

We Shot Em' In His Leg Yeah,
He Tried To Run In Crocs Yeah!

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

(Yeah)
(Yeah)




MONEY BUCK prod riplucky

Soso, Soso

Baby What You Need Im Controlling Ya
(Controlling Ya)

She Don't Got No Plea,
She Just Sucking Up,

Ion' Want No Plea,
We Just Get Em' Plucked
(bleh)
Feel Like Bruce Lee,
Finna Fuck Em' Up
(Fuck Em Up)

Doin' All That Talking All He Do Is Bluff,
Wake Up Start That Party Get That Bitch Up

Waiting In The Lobby For My Bitch Yea,
Tryna Get This Started You Just Mixed Up

(Hold Up Ian' Done, Ian' Done Wit' They Ah, Cmon, Cmon)

Bitch, I Dont Care Bout' This Hoe,
Brand New Mag Up In The Store

She Wanna Fuck, Okay Lets Go,
Run His Pockets, There He Go

Wack Em Drop Em On The Floor,
And Im Finna Take His Hoe

She Gon Drop It On The Floor,
Brand New Wood Its Full Of Dope

We Gon Pull Up Kill Lil Klo,
Pull Up On Em' For That Show,

Ima Pop It Yeah, Lets Go,

Got The Crowd Singing Flows,
She Want Me To Take Control,
(Take Control)

Baby What You Need Im Controlling Ya
(Controlling Ya)

She Don't Got No Plea,
She Just Sucking Up,

Ion' Want No Plea,
We Just Get Em' Plucked
(bleh)
Feel Like Bruce Lee,
Finna Fuck Em' Up
(Fuck Em Up)

Doin' All That Talking All He Do Is Bluff,
Wake Up Start That Party Get That Bitch Up (Slatt)

Waiting In The Lobby For My Bitch Yea,
Tryna Get This Started You Just Mixed    
Up (You Just Mixed)


Bitch, I Dont Care Bout' This Hoe,
Brand New Mag Up In The Store

She Wanna Fuck, Okay Lets Go,
Run His Pockets, There He Go

Wack Em Drop Em On The Floor,
And Im Finna Take His Hoe

She Gon Drop It On The Floor,
Brand New Wood Its Full Of Dope

We Gon Pull Up Kill Lil Klo,
Pull Up On Em' For That Show,

Ima Pop It Yeah, Lets Go,




CONTROLLA prod tenshi x rexv2

yeah, yeah,

mm, woah,

lets go slatt, go slatt,

lets go slatt, lets go

lets go slatt, go slatt,

yeah, yeah, yeah

I Been Tryna Relapse Yo' Love,
I Been Just Tryna Give You A Hug

If You On My Side Baby We Goin Up,
If You On My Side Baby We Goin Up

I Just Get High Baby Im Lookin Up,
Lemme Change Yo Vibe Baby Dont Fuck It Up

It Be So Hard Just To See You In Love,
It Be So Hard Just To See You In Love

Yeah, I've Been Tryna Get You Slatt,
Wake Up Then I Smoke Them Racks

Hunnid Miles Im In That Jag,
Hunnid Piles Im Going Back

I Just Tryna See You Baby,
Wake Up Can I See You Baby

Love When You Throw It Back And Shake It, Go Out Buy You Prada Baby


FEEL LIKE JASON prod instellarway x diotti

Yeah, I Just Crashed The Whip,
I Just Got That Drop I Thought Lil Bruh Was Crip,

We Gon Bend They Block And We Gon Shoot And Dip,
I Just Hope That They Free Tony Out That Field..

Yeah, I Just Got Enough Bitch,
I Dont Wanna Fuck Bitch,

We Gon' Fuck Them Sluts Bitch,
He Ran Out Of Luck Bitch

Draco In That Truck Yeah
We Gon' Send Em Up Yeah

Damn This Bitch Im Up Yeah,
This Hoe Got Me Fucked Up

Why They Talk Bout' Sos Yeah?
They Dont Know The Meaning,

Pull Up Wit That Beam Yeah?
Just Know Ima Fein Yeah,

Pull Up On That Scene Yea,
Got My Girl Screaming

All These Boys Be Feins Yea,
Get Up Off The Weed Yea

Sit Up In My Seat Yea,
Get Her Pussy Beat Yea,

Pulled Up All Black Jeep Yea,
That Boy OD Geekin'

She Up On Her Knees Yea,
She Up On My Meat Yea,

She Up Out Her Seat Yea,
Im Up In That V Yea


Yeah, I Just Crashed The Whip,
I Just Got That Drop I Thought Lil Bruh Was Crip,

We Gon Bend They Block And We Gon Shoot And Dip,
I Just Hope That They Free Tony Out That Field..

Yeah, I Just Got Enough Bitch,
I Dont Wanna Fuck Bitch,

We Gon' Fuck Them Sluts Bitch,
He Ran Out Of Luck Bitch

Draco In That Truck Yeah
We Gon' Send Em Up Yeah

Damn This Bitch Im Up Yeah,
This Hoe Got Me Fucked Up

Why They Talk Bout' Sos Yeah?
They Dont Know The Meaning,

Pull Up Wit That Beam Yeah?
Just Know Ima Fein Yeah,

Pull Up On That Scene Yea,
Got My Girl Screaming

All These Boys Be Feins Yea,
Get Up Off The Weed Yea

Sit Up In My Seat Yea,
Get Her Pussy Beat Yea,

Pulled Up All Black Jeep Yea,
That Boy OD Geekin'






SHOOT AND DIP prod trauma

natures beliefs.

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