Prod. Gabrius

Uh-uh

Gon’ head roll you up another one
I been blazing, it’s a hundred blunts
My life been crazy like I’m on a run
I been popping it, my momma son

Yeah, I been popping it
Most of y’all n****s won’t get it
Chrome Hearts on my fitted
Walking the beat, I shitted
No, I ain’t showing no pity
Got a lil’ hoe so pretty
She taking my hands, I know she with it

This lil’ hoe so bad, she rolling off Xans
I’m off 50
X pills in my hands got me in a trance
Ion even feel it
Wait, baby, take my hands
I just wanna dance, you don’t need a feeling
Wait, baby, take my hands I just wanna dance, you don’t need a feeling

You don’t even need a feeling
I was on the Southside, f*cking bad hoes, turning to a villain
Most of my n****s be trippin’
They came wit’ them sticks, they armed and dangerous

I’m shooting this b*tch with my all
I’m never gon’ fall, I know how the gang gon’ get
Licking that p*ssy, I don’t need a reason
I promise ’cause I love the flavorin’

F*cking this hoe and she do what I say
Now I’m thinking like damn, I done tamed the b*tch
Thinking like damn, I done tamed a b*tch
Thinking like damn, I done tamed a hoe
Aiming that b*tch like a ranger tho
Thinking like damn, I done tamed a hoe

(Interlude)

Yeah, I been popping it
Most of y’all n****s won’t get it
Chrome Hearts on my fitted
Walking the beat, I shitted
No, I ain’t showing no pity

Got a lil’ hoe so pretty
She taking my hands, I know she with it
This lil’ hoe so bad, she rolling off Xans
I’m off 50

X pills in my hands got me in a trance
Ion even feel it
Wait, baby, take my hands
I just wanna dance, you don’t need a feeling
Wait, baby, take my hands I just wanna dance, you don’t need a feeling

My Momma Son

prod. hud2exotic


It’s enough
You got Saint Laurent all on your jacket, you so tuff
It’s just something ’bout the way you rock and do your stuff
Make me wanna take you out, I take you up above
I’ll just wait till the gang get out, you know I show them love
I got pistols, we can bang it out, they say they want some blood?
Got a K, that bitch be hanging out, it feel like all I love
Slice, slice, I went Wu-Tang and now I’m hanging wit my cus
My type, yeah, she some bad lil shit, she grab it wit her glove
Mike Tyson, I pull up bashing shit, I prolly don’t need no gun
I get to trippin’, this stick, it stay on my side, it feel like I’m born to blick
Fuckin’ this hoe, I’m dogging this hoe, I’m beating that shit like I was born to hit


M17, no normal stick
Hoe too clean, got bored of it
Diamond ring, yo daughter lit
She drink my kids, drink all of it
I’m teaching her 1, 2, swallow and spit
This not a runaround, this how I get
I get down wit them blicks
Nigga wanna runaround, play, got hit
Sing on the bus, I’m like Ms. Frizz
Hermès belt on the buckle, I’m lit
I get mad, I’m throwing a fit
You got racks imported
They don’t like it, love it
Guide your hand and touch it
I’m so I’m so deadend
I’m so I’m so westend


It’s enough

You got Saint Laurent all on your jacket, you so tuff
It’s just something ’bout the way you rock and do your stuff
Make me wanna take you out, I take you up above
I’ll just wait till the gang get out, you know I show them love
I got pistols, we can bang it out, they say they want some blood?
Got a K, that bitch be hanging out, it feel like all I love
Slice, slice, I went Wu-Tang and now I’m hanging wit my cus
My type, yeah, she some bad lil shit, she grab it wit her glove
Mike Tyson, I pull up bashing shit, I prolly don’t need no gun
I get to trippin’, this stick, it stay on my side, it feel like I’m born to blick
Fuckin’ this hoe, I’m dogging this hoe, I’m beating that shit like I was born to hit

Wu-Tang

prod. brayyy

Yea, it’s a million, we get down, I should beat it huh?
Hundred rounds make it loud, blow the meter off
How you let him take you down, take your heater off?
When we fuckin’ do it live, just like Adin Ross
Love it when you take your time when you gettin’ off
Watch that gas, it blow your mind like some fentanyl (x2)

Bitch, I’m never lacking, shoot that Glock, I know he feel it all
And it never mattered where we pack it, I’m tryna lay it off
Take another rack in from the backend, I’m tryna play it off
Let you run around, I buss yo ass, boy I don’t play at all
See you run around, I buss yo ass, no I don’t play at all

I’m on some other shit
Taking all the action when I’m holding it
This hoe, she go “mmm mmm mmm,” I’m so over it
Watching what you doing with your body, bitch, you blowing it
It’s another night I had off Molly, you just ruined it
Poppin’ bottles, takin’ off your title, hoe, showin’ it

Damn lil hoe, you showin’ it
(Touch it, Touch it, Up Now) x3
Damn lil hoe, you showin’ it
(Touch it, Touch it, Up Now) x3

Touch your man, leave your hand, move your ass out
Bitch, you playing with a thug, you’ll get dragged out
In the middle of the club with her back out

It’s a million, we get down, I should beat it huh?
Hundred rounds make it loud, blow the meter off
How you let him take you down, take your heater off?
When we fuckin’ do it live, just like Adin Ross
Love it when you take your time when you gettin’ off
Watch that gas, it blow your mind like some fentanyl (x2)

showin it

prod. sagesagesagee

Ion gon’ hold, we ain’t seen nobody.

We was in the backseat rollin’ off molly.
When the trap get low, I’ll take somebody.

Askin’ for X in the back and I got it.
I got a gun, I look in the eye when I shot it.
Check on your son—heard he been walkin’ without it.

This not for fun, I really been growin’ exotic.
Knowin’ he out with his momma, I shot it.

Pass me the X and the stick and I got it.
Flash on the stick, this bitch off when I shot it.
I let it sing—this bitch blow like a rocket.
So many shots, this bitch jam when I cock it.

They let it sang, I just say when to stop it.
I’m used to kickin’ that door when they lock it.

I went Margiela, Margiela my wallet.
It’s somethin’ I’d rather be killed than be honest.

I’m in the field but I ball like Giannis.
Maison Margiela all white like bunnies.

Thick ho’ brown skin, cute like Connie.
We ain’t gotta talk—make ’em fight like Gandhi.

Backdoor who? Kill a ho’ Ted Bundy.
Thousand-dollar shoes, n***a wear ’em like Marni.

Pass me the deuce, now I’m sippin’ on Barney.
Ion gotta talk ’cause I’m rockin’ Ed Hardy.

Y’all havin’ fun? Gotta shoot up the party.
She givin’ brain—man, that ho’ was a smarty.

I got some stripes in this shit like I’m Marty.
This ho’ be drinkin’ my piss like she Jane.

We off the X, got her goin’ insane.
Play for the West and I’m never gon’ change.
They wanna talk—better shoot with some aim.

Diamond the bracelet, I don’t want a chain.
We got the sticks, better stay in yo’ lane.

Takin’ this ho’ and I beat her like Bane.
I been controllin’ the stick like a crane.

Ion got no car—wanna spin, take the train.
I ain’t The Carter, I’m rappin’ like Wayne.

I need the X, I’m a moth to a flame.
I take a Xan, got me high on the plane.

I am a stepper, got boots in the rain.
I got a beam, this bitch boostin’ my aim.

Get off your ass and go get you a stain.
I just been smokin’ on Mary & Jane.

I gotta eat, I just tatted my veins.
Tatted my name—man, this ho’ was a shame.

Fucked the same ho’, but we never the same.
Binary sticks—man, this shit not a game.

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