Bitch I'm right here 
Like where was you?
When I'm in town, I feel like a fool
You play by the rules
Stop playing with dudes

I'm in that new Maserati
Bitches be feeling my body
Feeling like Bloom she's a thotty
Lil nigga I am yo father
With bitches I don't even bother
Doing this shit cause I gotta...go

I'm running the pack up 
I tell that lil nigga back up
My bitch a city girl, she finna act up
LIl nigga you pussy; you act tough
My momma told me clean my act up
I feel like KanKan, I'm pouring the act up
I spend like two bands when I walk up in Kappa
And these niggas pussy they-these niggas pussy they act tough

I'm tryna go up, I be trying
These niggas switch up when they shine
On my shirt, it say Number Nine
Ima flirt, then fuck from behind
It ain't nun to bag up a dime
Im fucking this bitch cause she fine
Better than me, lil nigga you fried
Talk on the net, but don't come outside

Bitch I'm right here
LIke where was you?
When I'm in town, I feel like a fool
You play by the rules
Stop playing with dudes

I'm in that new Maserati
Bitches be feeling my body
Feeling like Bloom she's a thotty
Lil nigga I am yo father
With bitches I don't even bother
Doing this shit cause I gotta-go
(I gotta go)

Im Right Here-(prod.ctfrl)

And my bands getting bigger now, ion hear shit
I walk in the function with the Raf Simmons on
Kick him out the function, ain't no rats in the function
Tell that bitch come here if she really tryna fuck
I'm rocking Raf Simmons and Balenciaga belts
Give a fuck about yo feelings, tell that bitch to come here
Im Dxn Cypher, tell that bitch I'm right here
And I'm walking out the crib with Boretta's on my hip

Bitch I'm with the gang and we finna fuck yo bitch
Dxn can't stay the same, I be changing every year
And she suck me on the highway while I'm driving; I can't steer
I be drinking Casamigo's, nigga you be drinking beer 
Nigga I don't ever miss
Rock my fit, then take a flick
I got Wock up in my piss
I be standing on shit
Why these niggas on dick
Fuck a lease, I owned it
And I write my own shit
Why these bitches coping?
I stay with a Trojan
On the beat, I'm floating
Dxn be so lit
Sent a feat, he sold it
Niggas bring up old shit
She feel like the ocean
Ashy nigga, lotion
I be having motion

And my bands getting bigger now, ion hear shit
I walk in the function with the Raf Simmons on
Kick him out the function, ain't no rats in the function
Tell that bitch come here if she really wanna fuck
I'm rocking Raf Simmons and Balenciaga belts
Give a fuck about yo feelings, tell that bitch to come here
Im Dxn Cypher, tell that bitch I'm right here
And I'm walking out the crib with Boretta's on my hip

raf simmons

Niggas fuckin' with my bag
Ian fuckin' with yo' swag
I be inna' fuckin' Jag
Now I'm gettin' jet lag

Nigga shout out all my homies
Why these niggas actin' phony?
Bitch ridin' on a pony
Eat that shit like it's bologna

Dxn the one and only 
I'm so glad God chose me
Nigga shout out Zack and Cody
I want that pussy, bitch show me
Want that pussy right now
Do not blend in with the crowd
Bitch I love showing out
Hollow tips to yo' scalp

Date the bitch once then I'm finna take her out
And I keep it calm nigga I don't like to shout
Bitch told me she pregnant, I told her it's not my child
Bitch I'm Dxn; do I gotta sound it out?
AK 47 bullets shooting out the spout
Fuck her once, and then I leave, and that is not my spouse
I be smoking gas; I be smoking on some loud
Thought she was mature, but she actin' like a child

In the Z06, I'm racin'
Bitch call me a nigga(er), think she racist
Nigga I been going hella places
Do him like a barber we gone fade it
Smokin' Mary Jane got me faded
Dealer selling Fent' he might've laced it
And she like my voice, she like my cadence
I cheated on a bitch; it wasn't blatant
Said fuck her anyway her butt inflated
And these niggas be too serious I'm playin'

Take a LSD it got me in the sky
Take a Molly now it feel like I can fly
And you try me, but lil' boy you not that guy
Bitch I always tell the truth, I never lie
Told Lil P to play this shit the day I die
P you bet' not play this shit the day I die

Smokin' on dope; my eye real low
I don't care don't call the Po
Dxn strapped up with that pole
Got stripper bitches on the pole
Like Dxn, I'm "On a Roll"
This Maybach got me on the road
She jumpin' on It like a toad
I told that bitch, "stop drop and roll"
Can't fuck a bitch with jelly rolls
And that is not a fat joke
These Call of Duty black scopes
Got Louis V's with black soles
This emo bitch got black souls
I'm strapped up with a Gat scope
Nigga yo' open got sold
I got two cats, they that cold

ian fuckin wit yo swag

I got caught with a switchy, but I'm still totin'
Sippin' on the Wocky, now I'm feeling motion 
Sippin' on the Wocky, and that shit got me losing focus
Sippin' on the Wocky, nigga, got me feeling like I'm floating 

NIggas caught you with a fake stick, how the fuck you still toting? 
Still posting in Vlone like it's real motion
My bitch a succubus, she hit me with a ill potion

You wake up, and then you masturbate
30k just for IG, bitch, I don't gotta hate 
Dxn Cypher, bitch, gimme my accolade
It's the first of the month, bitch, that's my racky day

And you still shop at Food for Less
I stay strapped up, I got the Ruger in my vest
FN shot a nigga up, and left him in a stretch

You don't get no pussy, you be fucking coogers 
Chiraq bitches flexing clothes that they got off boosters 
(Man, I hate when a Chicago bitch get on my ass. Like don't let me get on yo' ass, bitch)

Hol' up tho
I just poured a 8 in my cup tho' 
I'll cuff up on a ten, but eights the only ones I cuff tho
Tens and the nines, I used to cuff those
Grew up and found out you couldn't trust those
When I turn 40, I might marry one
But for now, I grab a ten just to fuck on 

Okay this song ass, this shit is really just a tester
You don't get no bitches, you get nervy, nigga just to text her
I just killed five hundred cows just for Gucci leather 
99 degress, I'm still rocking Gucci sweaters 
Send yo' shit back to the lab, 'cause Gucci never made it 
All the bitches in the town fuck with me, I'm never hated
I'm a master debator, bitch, do not debate me 
Why the fuck you fucking on these bops? Bitch, you not Dababy

In eighth grade, I was listening to Dababy 
Bitch, in eighth grade, I was making money hella shady
I still ran it up before you niggas ever could 
I just rolled a blunt, and put it in a leather wood 
Now I make more money than you niggas ever could 
If I see a nigger, I'ma shoot 'em 'cause they never good

I CONTRIBUTE TO THE BLACK ON BLACK CRIME RATE
She think I'm a trick, she tryna take me on a wine date
Lil bitch, I'm just tryna see if that lil shit is gushy 
She'll trick a nigga, put em down, and make him pay for pussy
How the fuck a straight man putting on some Stussy? 
You might as well fuck niggas 'cause that sound like bussy 
I'm with Snoop Dogg, and we rollin' up some kushy 
Pop yo' ass IRL, hide behind the bushy 
I eat coochie, but I still don't want no hair pussy

Big lip nigga, and he really look like Daffy 
You walk up into the store, and buy a Laffy Taffy 
Green top, yellow jeans, nigga walk out looking tacky
Nigga walk out like a Santa Clause's little elf
Catch a nigga, then I put his body onna shelf 
When I suffocate yo ass, do not call for help
I been tryna eat healthy, I been eating kelp

Man, this song over, why the fuck the beat long? 
I'm finna go back to my penthouse where I belong
I know this bitch pussy smelly, she got three thongs 
I don't even wanna crack, so I'ma be gone
Finna smoke the Muha, then I'ma make three songs
I been tryna end this shit for two minutes, but the beat long

Holy shit, wha' da fuck? 
Ima go ahead and I'ma pour some Wocky in my cup
Ima pull up to this telly, give her dick, and then I fuck 
You only live once, so I'm finna sip up

fake stick (troll song)

(Aye, holon)
(I need all my thick bitches) 
(All my brownskin bitches, all my lightskin bitches) 
(All my pretty bitches, turn the fuck up)
(Fuck is you talkin' 'bout)

She sippin' on the D'Usse, I told that bitch to bring a friend 
Lil bitch this a party, you come trim, or you cannot get in
"You gone let me fuck or not?" 
I told her that's my favorite saying
She gettin' lit, she twerking on the dick, bitch do that shit again

She fast as hell, she tryna pop that pussy, told that bitch c'mon
I'm calling all the bops, and all the freaks, and bitches with the thongs
She heard my shit one time, and now she said that that's her favorite song
If you come to the function, leave yo' nigga, we don't get along

I say shake that ass bitch and do yo' shit, I'm tryna fuck tonight
I say shake that ass bitch, spit on the dick, and I'm gone treat you right
She ask me for a purse like I'm a trick, bitch, I'ma kick you out
If you'n let me fuck, then lemme see what's to that fuckin' mouth

Sexyy Red, I'm tryna fuck 
Aspen, yea I'm tryna fuck 
Jada, yea I'm tryna fuck 
Bin Laden, yea I'm tryna fuck 
Bitch, if you aint tryna fuck, then get fuck up out my truck 
Megan, yea I'm tryna fuck 
K3, yea I'm tryna fuck

And we got hella pipes up innis bitch, but we still gettin' lit
These bitches freaks, they turning 'round and doing splits all on the dick
And she aint fuckin' with Cutwater, she wan' sip up on Bacardi 
And bitch if you is not a dime, then get fuck up out the party

(Get the fuck up out the party) 
(Get the fuck up out the party) 
(Bitch, if you is not a dime, then get the fuck up out the party)
(Then get the fuck up out the)
(Fuck up out the party)
(Fuck up out the) 
(Fuck up out the party)
(Fuck up out the) 
(Fuck up out the)
(Fuck) 
(Fuck) 
(Fuck)
(Fuck) 
(Fuck up out the party)

(Ahha)

yea im tryna fxck

Hit up yo block with a switch, and you know that I bool with the gang and we gone slide
I had to kick that lil hoe out the crib she was doing too much just blowin' my high
Got a 4 nic' in this bitch, and a switch, like two Gen 5s with a drum onna side
I cannot bring no bitch to the crib, she'll suck this dick, Ima fuck outside 

I'm too trigger happy, so Ima just stay out the mix
Since a baby, I'm tryna get rich
I'm fuckin' these hoes, they aint on shit
Hit yo' block with a button, I pull out the switch 
These hoes backdoor, and you know I can't go, so I get the beating my dick 
I call up bro, and we finna shoot up the show, I'm rockin' Balenci' and Rick 

Call yo' man, I smoked his pack 
I got Lil T inna back 
You got a problem, then we finna solve that shit, niggas know I don't motherfuckin' bap 
I been onna block since 2am, I'm scoping this shit tryna catch me a hat
I'm in the back of the V finna bail out and blow his shit down 'til we smokin' his pack 

I don't gotta write this shit, I hop onna motherfuckin' beat, and that shit raw
Yea, I got a pipe, and I could've killed yo' ass, but instead Ima test yo' jaw 
Chicago bitches... yea they fine as hell, but they steady pissing me off
Fucking on two bad bitches, and they got a nigga, I'm hoping they don't get caught 
I'm independent, yea Dxn Cypher aint signing no paper, he can't get bought 
I made a band, and since then, I buy everything give a fuck what it cost 
I call Johhny Dang to ice my wrist, and he make my shit frost 
Maybach music... I'm up in LA, I'm feeling like Rick Ross 

Boy stop playing
He steady talking that shit, and I'm finna shot em to death 
Lil bro snitchin'... that is a flag on the play, need somebody to call up the ref' 
I give lil bro 50, he finna pick up his gun and handle the rest
This hoe pissing me off, I feel like I'm under arrest, but it's really distress 
Foe nem bail out the V, and you betta hope you the nigga that they don't check 
I'm from the G, 1900, I'm having shit and I do not gotta flex 
I tell the bitch that I eat coochie, she give me that shit and I'm havin' a fest 
This lil hoe wanna be my bestie, told the bitch I'm only lookin' for neck 
(Only lookin' for neck)

dont gotta flex

(What the fuck?) 

I'm feening nicotine, I need a vape
When I pull up to the spot, I can't show my face
Ion fuck with hoes, bitches laced
Niggas bappin, only weapon that he got is mace
Balenciaga Tracks because it's something slight
If I catch you bappin on the net, then you gone see the light
Catch a B, hop on Expedia, then I'ma catch a flight
Had to tell the bitch stop being stupid, she was never bright

FN gone send his body up to leave the fucking earth 
Talking shit, then twenty minutes later, he was in a hearse 
Super lyrical, I don't be writing any verse
Won't discriminate, we puttin' names up on any shirt
I call up P, he finna help me catch a fuckin' hat
If I send a open and it's garbage, you gone get it back
Jugged his brother for the bread, and he not getting that
Micro Drac' and it got 50 shots, you know we sending that

I had to teach my girl to bust the glock
Set him up today, we jugg his homie, then we bust a opp
Just stay away 'cause Lil T shoot, and he don't ever knock 
I'm tired of messaging these hoes, I say good morning to the bops
Like what the fuck? I gotta stop it
Call up Elon, he gone fly to space and blow the fuckin' rocket
The ARP, I got it tucked up in my pocket
Boogie bitches, classy hoes they steady sending to my Locket 

I gave his ass the mic, I had to fucking drop it
Do the dash, 100 in the Jag', I feel like fuckin' Sonic 
I just wanna fuck, bitch, we could stay platonic 
I hate ghetto hoes, they steady walking 'round in fuckin' bonnets 

Keep recording, we could make a fucking comic
Send two hoes up to the telly, and they had to fucking slop it
One day, Ima stop the trappin' 
Til I'm 80, we gone do this shit, bitch I'ma still be rappin' 

(Still be rappin'. Fuck is you talking 'bout)

elon musk

I got a Rollie on my wrist today
Balenciagas screamin' Mr. Fuckyobitchtoday 
I bet yo' homie getting hit today
Fo nem in that Z06, and he can't get away
Lil P call me tryna get me off the fucking pills
If it's not 100k, I can't sign a deal
Suck this dick, bitch, Ian got time to chill
You aint in my situation, don't tell me how to feel

Bitches calling me a fucking junky 
Bitches doing handstand like a fucking monkey 
I'm all about the fuckin' money 
Bitch, understand that I got pride and you can't take it from me 

This just the bitch I wanna hear 
Donjira this, Donjira that in my fucking ears 
Wanna suck my dick assum? Bitch I volunteer 
If the lil bitch hear the song, then she know who she is 

I think I'm getting fuckin' mad
Poppin' coochie, she was raised without a fucking dad
I'm doing 80 inna Jag' 
I just hit a fucking lick without a fucking mask 

I'm hitting juggs, and Ian getting caught 
I called the teacher out her name 'cause she pissed me off
Bitch, I'm fly, and I'm getting floss
Told the bitch she gotta leave 'cause I'm not getting off

ARP, it's on my fucking hip
Cuban link and a AP on my fuckin' wrist 
I caught yo' hoe, and she was doing dick
Stand back 'cause I gotta take a fuckin' piss 

I got a Rollie on my wrist today
Balenciagas screamin' Mr. Fuckyobitchtoday 
I bet yo' homie getting hit today
Fo nem in that Z06, and he can't get away
Lil P call me tryna get me off the fucking pills
If it's not 100k, I can't sign a deal
Suck this dick, bitch, Ian got time to chill
You aint in my situation, don't tell me how to feel

(A junky) 
(LIke a fucking monkey)

mrfuckyobitchtoday

(Haha) 
(Man, you know what the fuck we talkin' 'bout) 
(Fuck) 
(Yea) 

Bitch, I miss when I was fucking you 
But it was never us 
And I can't walk up out the crib without my lever tucked 
'Cause niggas floating in that water like a rubber duck
I can't even fuck in peace, these bitches try to set you up 
And I be poppin' on my pills, but that shit never work 
Gotta get up out the G before they catch another shirt
Why she stab me in my back? I felt my heart it hurt 
Man, fuck all the talking. I'm up inna striker sippin' syrup 

I'm up inna striker, and I'm sippin' lemonade
I don't give a fuck about the method, get my niggas paid 
I been on the block since 2 AM, I'm getting pape 
Gotta get up off the fucking road because it's getting paved 

Girl, I was fucking you through hard times, I really miss it 
We be speaking all facts up on this shit, bitch, aint no dissin' 
And I be calling up Lil P 'cause he gone get it kickin' 
T just caught another hat, I call that shit another chicken 

And I be coolin' with my niggas, we up inna booth 
Baby girl, you fucking with my mind, I'm really felling you 
Bitch, you fucking with my mind, I'm really missing you 
You was rocking Alo set, and I had on some Jimmy Choo

And I be calling up the plug because I'm feeling sad
You aint in my situation, don't know how I feel inside 
I think I'm getting out my mind, lil bitch it's getting bad 
Bitch, you had me caring for two months, and now my feeling dried 

Okay, I'm switching up the flow 'cause this shit getting jiggy 
I'ma have her fuck and suck my dick and make her pop a titty 
I told that bitch I'm inna Raq, I'm in my fucking city 
Niggas really hating on my bag because they feeling shitty 
I get the Tose and the Wocky, I'ma mix it up 
Niggas really talking down on Twitter like I give a fuck 
Nigga, I'm back on the block, I put my feelings up 
This my 39th of Casamigo, fuck it, sip it up 

The police asking me some questions, but I never know it 
Get the ARP, we shooting fast and I'ma fucking blow it 
Got bitches standing in the street just like they fucking ho-ing
I think niggas really broke and faking, but you never knowin' 

And this my Senior year, I'm tryna make it outta school 
Never rat like Gunna, but I'm pushing P and keeping cool 
I got some hoes up in the telly, and they getting loose 
In the cut, I'm puffin' on that gas, it aint Jiffy Lube 

Everytime I walk up out the crib, I gotta keep a pipe
Told Lil P to bust a left, and then a right 
She told me she wanna keep a nigga that's gone fuck her right 
I don't see you in my contacts, I think I'm losing sight 
And let's get back to the program because I'm losing focus 
Bummed as fuck about a bitch, and now I'm focused on the motion 
She broke my heart, yea that shit caused a commotion
I just wanna fuck like one more time, I'm tryna feel the ocean 

(Feel the ocean) 
(Haha) 
(Yea) 
(Yea) 
(Yea) 
(Okay, bitch) 

Bitch, I miss when I was fucking you 
But it was never us 
And I can't walk up out the crib without my lever tucked 
'Cause niggas floating in that water like a rubber duck
I can't even fuck in peace, these bitches try to set you up 
And I be poppin' on my pills, but that shit never work 
Gotta get up out the G before they catch another shirt
Why she stab me in my back? I felt my heart it hurt 
Man, fuck all the talking. I'm up inna striker sippin' syrup

i miss it

Yea I be toting on my stick, but that shit sum slight 
Niggas tried to blind me with that sunlight 
I pop a percy, I can't even feel the sun right 
I told bro "these bitches do you dirty"
Inna trenches come with pain, I'm ballin' like im Curry 
You can never rush the situation, don't come in a hurry 
I'm toting Gen 5, this glock gone leave yo' ass with 30 
ARP gone put one to the temple, Ian talking Shirley 

Okay, these bitches be obsessed, I think I'm fuckin' up
I'm mixing Wocky with the Tris, I think I need another cup
I be fucking on Latina bitches, bubble butt
Sip the Quagen with the fucking Wocky, gave me bubble guts 

I see motion in my future, so let's make it happen 
You aint got no rep' up in the G, so nigga stop the bappin' 
I fuck that lil bitch from the back and she can't stop the clappin'
AR pistol, it don't got a switch, it's semi-automatic 

I can't be fucking on these bitches 'cause I'm getting famous 
Niggas really acting like they tough, he sweeter than a danish 
I nutted on her face, that shit look like a fuckin' painting 
Flip and pull the trigger on that nigga like we fuckin' gaming 

But on a real note, these bitches cannot get the fame
I told Lil P to take me out the room before I get insane 
If you don't know my real name, then you don't get the name 
Bitch, if you aint grow up in the G, then you don't get the slang
Grew up getting treatment like I'm broke, and you aint get the same 
And now I'm in that fucking Mazi, and I'm switching lanes 
If you is not in my situation, you don't feel the pain
By the time this song ends just know I aint got shit to say 

(Fuck is you talkin' 'bout) 
(Haha)

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