Tysm for 6k 💕 thanks to everyone who just started listening to my music and been listening shoutout to my sister for helping me with this song💕

Hey My #SLUGZ! just a little sumn for y’all. ily guys sm for supporting me and i hope you will forever <3 new music coming soon working on my next project. i just want it to be my best yet so im taking my time with it. YALL MIGHT GET A NEW SONG IN THE NEXT TWO WEEKS i just gotta see how life works. kk i gotta get back to class ttyl #ew

INTRO/SLUG’s APOLOGY LETTER - 0:00-1:00
DESTINATION - 1:00-1:48
BAG - 1:48-2:41
MUNNY -2:41-3:42
WLS - 3:42-5:31

(Destination)

hopped out the two door
(stay dripped in glamour)
Paparazzi Screaming, 
(SLUG PLEASE WE WANT MORE)
I Tilt My Head 
Then Kilt Them dead 
like ye said 
flashing lights 
like the feds ahead 

hopped in my two-seater
gassed like the meter 
bitches screaming slug
they gassed just to meet her 
the praise won’t stop 
like CB, Sevyn Streeter
but they could still see me 
riding round with my heater 

or with a hit man, Derek Jet-ear
feminine but I hit man, abuser
just got another hit man, i chart there
ion play like hit man, no gamer

in the passenger 
sitting right here 
said they was passin her, where?
i see naan 

hoe that could do me 
read me, school me 
im so hot, woowee
wrist iced, it cool me 

(BAG)

im that bitch, ya nigga want me get my groove (on!)
fuck him, ditch him, (bye!) now he crying, never move on
they like “slug you be doing these lil niggas too wrong”
if my main nigga find out then he smoking both like two bongs 

shit GSTAR just asked me to hop on two songs 
highest in demand, big boss, like them ty-cons (tycoon)
wait what the fuck, im a bad bitch uh
so hot, never really took a bad picturea

money is the language, can you speak translation?
my Rosetta Stone is benjamin faces 
is ya Rollie Facin
is yo goalie placed in ?
like do you ball? like is you home basing 

yo bm in my dm 
and yo bd wanna see me 
please don’t play me like a CD
imma ROC YOU OUT like riri


(Munny)

mimic my flows, my steps, mimic my toes
these girls never cold, like they all mimicking hoes
these bird ain’t fly so i dont mimic them crows
i just stay cold like NY, out by soho 

you too predictable, where my cristoball
cause all they do is copy, printable, stunt double 
im a cunt i suspend girls, principal 
careers cut it’s the end girls, credits rolled

you cant fuck wit me, you bitches cant peg me 
if he got a buck on him, like sponge b, I’ll suck on em like a keg b
cop gissepui for my right and my left feet
NEXT pls, go! get em out my face like MC 

she thinkin’ she a ki (key) like them thangs that jangle
imma murder she like when they wrote that sangle (single)
bitches ain’t catch, ain’t fetch that the last line 
you bitches cant catch, so bench the side line 

(WLS)

all you flow crooks is shook 
to hear a new one from me 
got new heat like new guns for you to meet 
all these hoes wanna be me trick or treat
where ya costume?
new nigga got bread 
never care what it cost him 
spit so hard, spit so awesome i lost em
checking bitches off the list names what im crossing
me and my bitches wild just like a mosh pit 
we is too cold, get mitts gon defrost it 

i am that bitch, they said that
if you need a hit, im the bitch to get bats 
pussy only pop pop pop for big bags
like you don’t get sleep, or you just spend racks

im the best, discussion gon and end that
get a hit, concussion you ain’t got that
im crushing you bitches, like it’s high school
cant reach the top you my son, a high stool

I’ll crack ya lip, you’ll need the burts bees
beat up the beats so bad i hurt these
niggas pussy, they doing they skirtsys
they be feening on my pics, these niggas lurk me

i be balling more, than a endzone 
they stall more, than a porter potty 
in a fair zone 
bitches tryna cop my style, cop my stitch, my clothes on 
they tryna cop the fabric, your sow on

black on a track like it’s twelve AM-ish
need me a soulja boy like on yasss bish 
handle his cheese, handle his cabbage
never say please for bread, baguettes out in paris

DUMP001

telly ting airport frequenter glam sesh allat

tracklist |
guccigucci by slugga
thelma & louise by chelsea v
ion care by asian doll
fuck ya man by tila tequila
southernbelle by shug
ima read remix by mikeq + b ames
stupid by slugga
unreleased carti
heat by xell
unreleased carti
get busy by yeat

#Q'STOURLIFE

Musè - FUCK I LOOK LIKE (LOL)

MUSÈ- THE17’ (slug remix)

for fun | 

s l u double g a
on a instrumental 
run it like a relay 
they be saying they the best 
oh? really?
can they spit swag, like i do easily?

your green light, like that song off BDAY
fake bags, them Chanel’s off eBay 
this just-in like ludacris, baby
my drive crazy, like collisions on the freeway

not likely, for you to be like me
cannot get the buzz that i get, 
bee like me
my wordplay viscous like i be 
cheating in scrabble
bitch you ain’t Solange
AINT no seat at my table

write a mean 16, a high school bully
spit the principal, like head mistresses 
you know what it is
bitches say they shittin, must be constipation
they mad that im poppin like bottles, celebration

listen bitch 
now watch how this wrist glisten bitch 
I’m the shine of this shit, you seen how I’ve risen bitch
all my shit hot like stoves in your kitchen bitch
bitches steal my lines like they been sniffing shit

me and you are not the same 
me and you is different bitch
ugh, im so vogue 
and you’re more like fangoria
stop lying Madagascar, you’re gloria
it’s no way I got her this maddy like she in euphoria 


[you cant be like me]


AYO check this 
crash dummy 
watch me wreck this 
watch me be victorious, like where beck is
big ass head, im tryna find where her neck is 
my net worth and yours crashin, like that tech shit

I get my way, and you fit your way
my only problem is 
what ysl i fit today
that’s kelly on my bag 
bubble gum pink jag
I stay flipping through this paper 
like a U.S weekly mag

with a swag you would kill for
get like uma thurman, and get a bill whore
like a refill, damn these bitches still poor
you my child you my baby, you a stillborn

im the blueprint 
contractors get to building 
damn I must be numb 
all these bitches I ain’t feeling 
bitches want some play but
but they ain’t in the field and 
once I go bananas there ain’t no FUCKING peeling 

everytime they spit
man that shit is a bore
got me asking myself 
what you doing this for 
I ball more than the buzzer beater making the score
every room that I enter they holding the door 

man fuck you niggas, like them prostitutions
miu miu tote just to put the shoes in 
still in the bubble pink Porsche just cruisin 
errrr, game over you’re just losing!

KANT (PROD. Jeighkob)

Uppa Echelon


(mmcht, do it!)



watch this, like rolex

im in my zone, you can’t flex

if you coming bitch, come correct

rap murderer, the machete vet



got a sick throat, im coughin up

these ILL lyrics, that’s STILL in this 

notes app that just KILL bitches 

gon head and pick yo coffin up!



back at it, again 

I got racks, you stacking up tens

only tens I know is my friends 

Christian Loubs hang out of my benz



yeah, these bitches wanna talk shit?

like im the one play wit?

they been sneak dissin for months 

won’t hop in my dm to say shit!



bitches chicken, popeyes dinnerin’

im colder than a bitch winter fit

cant fit the crown, it’s a winner fit

these hoes trash and im loitering 



meanwhile, I just be in chanel

balling and ain’t shit on sale

call my tech to do my nails

he want that neck like ox-tail 



braggadocio a hundred 

fellatio, spittin, stuntin

(bitch on her doorbell, she frontin)

my pockets on swell, yours nothing 



im just that pretty bitch 

yous a bop like a diddy bitch

hold up wrist drippin bitch

suitcase, you trippin sis



fuck you and your clique ho!

slug ain’t never dick rode!

bars ain’t never stick hoe!

your connection real low!



play with fire, you get burned bitch, first degree!

i been schoolin, like a teacher, tell me what you learned from me?

why would i ask for feedback?

I don’t really need that 

especially from these bitches spittin bars and they weed wack



bitch, im your mommy like im wrapped up

TALKIN all that shit, you keyboarded, bitch you capped up

spittin like the best of them, the rest of them ain’t got no juice 

yes you heard, we pulled up on the curb, hopped out them coupes 

fishy like salmon, hot like ramen 

you know all them soups 

niggas got switches, with bad bitches 

like dog walking groups 



and they be yelling AHA on the track like me?

don’t make bahjha blast your ass like Taco B

im so blunt, got niggas thinking that im packing green 

it’s the luck of the Irish, im never lacking  green 



see, ive given bitches shots, but they lack vaccine

so they resorted to stick me for flows, like heroine feens

they even Jack me for my lyrics like Harlow 

nardo, im the wicked witch, the way I broom and I dust hoes 



the way i spit, need the pacifier, need to baby-sit

these bitches more soft than a newborn baby get 

It could get real strange, I’ll get my on my sadie shit

it get meaner than regina and you on yo cady shit



I passed them, they still want me to fail 

(oh)

they lack bars, AINT no using they cell

(oh)

schoolin bitches, like attending yale 

(oh)

i got mad money, like it’s tends to yell 



b—!



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STUPID ft. The Girly (SlugMix)

PRETTY B*TCHES BANG PINK! (Lyrics) 🎀

HOOK (PBBP) 


(Verse 1)

pretty bitches bang pink
pink walls and pink cars

got bitches throwing shots, 
but they missing, it’s a free throw!

got porches in the lot, 
drop top, with my feet up! 

got barbies out the box, 
pink pumps, & glitter lipgloss

dangerous..

pretty bitch, 
that’s dangerous

cant fuck with no lame, no i 
cant fuck with no lame bitch

pink cars go zoom, 
fast and the furious

got these thotties mad, 
oh these bitches fast & furious

get it?

HOOK (PBBP)


(Verse 2)

fuck that weak diss, i drill shit. 
that pink shit gone kill shit. 

that shaquille o’neal shit, 
ball on a bitch like cannon. 

my bitches dipped in margielas, 
got these niggas in they feelings

got these bitches in they feelings, 
tell these hoes get out they feelings!

stay the night? shit, i might!
catching flights in the morning.

pink jets, pink seats, 
that bum bitch can’t afford it.

big boobs, pink bras, 
yes, my hair pink too!

he like:  “do you think the 
world revolves around you?” 

I GUESS I DO!

i’m the main topic, im poppin’ 
claim she fish, bitch you flopping

these bitches tryna be remi, 
but bank account steady falling

beat her ass like i’m kamikaze, no paparazzi, 
everything that this bitch do, these hoes gone copy!

HOOK (PBBP)

PRETTY B*TCHES BANG PINK!

(Prod. Zoowe)

Lyrics:


(Chorus)

wait.. wait a second
me you not impressing
me you are not pressing
why the fuck you stressing?

talking bout the past tense
talk about the present

baby just one question,
what’s with the obsession?

what’s with the obsession?
what’s with the obsession?
baby just one question,
what’s with the obsession? 2x


(Verse 1)

i don’t gotta spell it out 
to know that bitches wanna be me

you ain’t buzzing,
cause you steady tryna be me

& even after the b, 
you couldn’t see me

i got bars bitch,
they screaming free me


now this that new brand,
now this that brand new

now bitch you NOT me,
aint talking bantu 

im playing boys
for the cartier 
out in cancun 

swear they cant 
stand you, but on 
the low they just stan you


money flat stanley

you my daughter,
should’ve plan b’d

get my funds
then i dip, i aint talking 
bout the candy

you been doing
 this for too long, 

we don’t wanna
 hear that granny

gotta transition 
my style, i aint talking
bout no tranny 


ahhhh wrist cold, big bur,
get the big fur

these sesame street bitches 
looking like that big bird

he wanna fuck,
i asked him 
“ are your pockets big sir?”

“ & can you fly me out to cali, 
up on big sur? “


(Chorus)

wait.. wait a second
me you not impressing
me you are not pressing
why the fuck you stressing?

talking bout the past tense
talk about the present

baby just one question,
what’s with the obsession?

what’s with the obsession?
what’s with the obsession?
baby just one question,
what’s with the obsession? 2x


(Verse 2)

everytime im on the beat,
i cut up, bitch i slaughter that

everything i do, bitches wish that 
they’d have thought of that

bitch i ball…. quarterback 

if hip hop was dead, 
best believe i brought it back


they tell me get her, 
then ima go get her

i get that money,
bitch im a go getter 

aint gotta talk about 
who do it better 

go ask they the audience,
they say “mattela!”

dior top, skirt, &
the boots are margiela 

i shake it up,
i been had it like bella 

still rap bitch terror, 
im taking they fellas,
they still got vendettas,
whatever, whatever.

im the only barbie, 
im the only mogul,
im the only camp bitch 

i already told you!

my drive is so crazy, 
all you bitches getting totaled

bitch i ball.. dragon z,
super saiyan blonde
like im goku


what you know bout that knwls?

& what you bitches know 
bout that gcds?

& what you bitches know,
bout being the best

now where the starch,
cause you corn 
& you still pressed!


(Chorus)

wait.. wait a second
me you not impressing
me you are not pressing
why the fuck you stressing?

talking bout the past tense
talk about the present

baby just one question,
what’s with the obsession?

what’s with the obsession?
what’s with the obsession?
baby just one question,
what’s with the obsession? 2x

STUPID ft. The Girly (SlugMix)

Purcosex

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