Produced by FALLINGwithSTYLE

Lyrics 
Little bitch, little bitch, little bitch, ride 
First base, second base, third base, slide
Getting rich, Getting rich, Gettin rich, die
They could kill me, never kill my vibe
Generate, generate, generate, some 
Come on, come on baby, let me liberate ya
Reel it in, we in it, deep in it, raw
We gon go dumb, till we go numb 
Count it up, count it up, count it up, throw it down
Down to fuck? Down to fuck? Down to fuck? On the ground 
Run around, run around, run around, hunt you down
Hundred rounds, gun you down, put you deep underground 

Ah, Who done told you we were ok? 
Pull up on your wedding day I really play 
Take ya bitch too like fuck you gon do? 
I take her food then we slay ah ah   
And I came through too much money on my mind 
Bought a new rollie just so I could tell the time 
When its time to make money ain't nobody on my side 
Really feel alive when somebody gotta die 

Pull up with the ak when they block the gateway
Don’t ya runaway ah hit you with my great aim   
Fuck you gotta say say to my face ah
Rappers getting schooled boy, leave em with a blank face
He a lil bitch so I took his lil bitch 
I be it, you not it, so stop it, go sit 
I see it, I want it, I cop it, I’m rich 
I got, you got it? Go hop off my diick 

Oh yeah, oh yeah this my shit
Told ya, told ya we gon win 
He say, he say skip this ish
Hol up, hol up hold my drink 

Bitches on my shake weight, fucking till the day break 
Banging on a A-list while I’m bumping Ray J 
We gon make the place shake, fucking till the frame break 
I've been banging hoes since my mama made me play dates 
Oh fuck shit bitch 
Hoes call my phone like my name sheck wes
Go run hide bitch 
Let me out this room and i’m coming for your neck

Oh yeah, oh yeah this my shit
Told ya, told ya we gon win 
He say, he say skip this ish
Hol up, hol up hold my drink 

Generate, generate, generate, some 
Come on, come on baby, let me liberate ya
Reel it in, we in it, deep in it, raw
We gon go dumb, till we go numb 
Count it up, count it up, count it up, throw it down
Down to fuck? Down to fuck? Down to fuck? On the ground 
Run around, run around, run around, hunt you down
Hundred rounds, gun you down, put you deep underground

REDRUM (prod. FALLINGwithSTYLE)

HERE'S JOHNY (feat. Coffee Black) (prod. by FALLINGwithSTYLE)

Produced by FALLINGwithSTYLE
Sample: "Toccata and Fugue" by Bach 

Lyrics
Soundcloud rapper, internet trapper 
ask me is if this real life, fuck does it matter 
y’all still rocking flat brims, its a new era 
Imma rock the green beret and pose like Che Guevara 
Cuz this the revolution, industry is polluted
Ain’t no regulations now so everybody do it 
Who isn’t making music? 
Hit the link and listen to it 
Need some fame and the game its unlocked now, screw it
Need a check on my name and my name on some checks
I just want a lil green, I don’t do it for respect 
I don’t do for no dream, I don’t do for the team bruh 
It’s 2019 Imma do it for the meme 
And we all on our screen overdose on dopamine 
No I don’t want no coffee in my sugar mixed with cream 
Who knows if what we seeing is as real as it seems?
But check the glow, check the flow, hope it filters to some streams 
I could autotune my pictures, photoshop my lines 
Flip ya world backwards Imma reflection of the times
Don’t you look into my eyes Imma mad man in disguise 
I cry so hard I laugh and laugh so hard I cry 
I rap about some whips that I don’t really drive 
I snap a couple picks and act like its my life 
And how I fuck your bitch that I don’t really get 
Rappers are just actors now, with that being said: 


Came in as a freshman, hazing all the seniors
A’s I got in sex ed banging on the teachers
Never learn a lesson, Someone teach my tutor
I be on my death bed, planning out the future 
Never knew a motherfucka flex on me 
Spit a 32 but the flow don’t freeze 
Lyrics so deep, I just keep it low key 
Copping all these chains got me feeling so free 
OG 23’s, both feet on fleek 
i don’t know Q’s P’s, yes thank you no please
Fucka tried to smoke me, burner to his dome piece 
If you got provoke me that just how its gon be 
Whipping Beamer, Benz or Bentley while your Honda barely starting 
Dripping Yeezy, Hermes, Fendi while you probably shop at target 
Cash money, cash dollars, get it any way
Shit don’t make me happy I still cop it anyway
Aye, aye, Aye, I still cop it anyway 
Got a lot of dollars and we balling every day
Boy my hesi like Tatum, never catch me hesitating 
We gon pull up in the butterfly and pop it let it bang

Ok Google, Play Lilyoung $till Dumb

Produced by FALLINGwithSTYLE
Sample: "Le Carnavel des Animaux"

Lyrics 
Tried to keep it real it when they all fake 
Pushed me out left me in the hallway 
Now I come in make a mothafucker’s heart rate jump 
People always gotta learn the hard way 

Put a mothafucka in the dark place, yeah
When I see the light you got fade, yeah yeah 
Thought I was gonna hit em with the pump fake, nah 
Where ya at we headed to your place, knock knock 
And you better lock them doors when we settle them scores
What you thought was your’s ain’t your’s anymore 
Cuz we breaking down doors it ain’t safe 
Jumping out the window only way you gon escape 

People scared to say shit they tell ya close your mouth 
We in the quiet place now, don’t you make a sound 
Cuz gon get got unless you hind behind the noise
This shit piss me off so I gotta raise voice on em 
Let me be clear bitch I don’t want to hear shit   
I’m the one who knocks now, no I don’t fear shit 
Used to be real calm, then I got real sick 
Now I be real numb, I don’t even feel shit 

Tried to keep it real it when they all fake 
Pushed me out left me in the hallway 
Now I come in make a mothafucker’s heart rate jump 
People always gotta learn the hard way 

Put a mothafucka in the dark place, yeah
When I see the light you gon fade, yeah yeah 
Thought I was gonna hit em with the pump fake, nah 
Where ya at we headed to your place, knock knock 
And you better lock them doors when we settle them scores
What you thought was your’s ain’t your’s anymore 
Cuz we breaking down doors it ain’t safe 
Jumping out the window only way you gon escape 

I’ve been working real hard tryna break through 
Scroll, click, scroll, click, hours in my room 
I be hella lonely I ain’t spoken in some days
But don’t you come and bother me I’m tryna fill this page bitch 
All works no play makes will a dull boy
All works no play makes will a dull boy
I just work you get played lil a fly boy   
I be getting real buzz all of y’all are just toys

LOCK YOUR DOORS

Produced by FALLINGwithSTYLE
Sample: "Funky Ride" by Outkast 

Lyrics 
Fucked on your bitch say with she felt nothing
Fucked on your mother with no rubber you my son 
Entered in her chamber and she told well cum
I came well, please and thank you bitch your well come 
Haters talking shit shit 
Y’all could suck my dick tip 
Same way that your bitch did 
Plus she let me hit hit 
Probably cuz I’m rich, rich 
Rollie on my wrist, tic 
Boy you know get, get 
All that’s on my wishlist 
And I be copping jewels
Housing with the views 
Yard that got the pools 
lil Young $till Dumb bruh we making moves 

And I’m working on yo bitch like 
And I’m working on yo bitch like 
And I’m working on yo bitch like 
And I’m working on yo bitch till she 

I might go and fuck any bitch that want 
I could give a fuck if ya bitch is bad or not 
Bro think his girl safe tell him probably not 
I’ll fuck when I’m done with this one she an afterthot
Fucking on a fat bitch 
Shit done broke the mattress 
Scored three times in the crease 
That’s hat trick 
No I ain’t black but I’m serious, bet that 
Try to beat my ass leave you ass dead, dead ass 
Breaking all the rules
Fuck what you gon do 
Imma act a fool 
lil Young $till Dumb bruh we making moves 

And I’m working on yo bitch like 
And I’m working on yo bitch like 
And I’m working on yo bitch like 
And I’m working on yo bitch till she

IMMA DO IT

Produced by FALLINGwithSTYLE
Sample: "Because" by The Beatles 

Lyrics 
Pop two zans shit’ll fuck me up 
Got no plans but to catch this buzz
Up so high we above this club 
Don’t ask why I said just because 

Great, make a lot a cake 
Make a lot of cake and we take it to the bank 
Make a lot of cake and we take it to the bank 
But they ain’t have space so we spend it everyday 
Ah, fuck do you think? What you gotta say?
Came along way from them high school days 
When we was bumping Drake, damn 
Nothing was the same then 
If you here me now then its probably too late fam 
I done went and got more views now we living more life 
Scorpion type so we showing more bite 
More clothes, more ice, more hoes, more nights
Fuck with no rubber? yeah mothafucking right 
Fuck a mothafucking wife can’t tie me down 
You a knot on the ground, I am not on the ground 
All my thoughts in the sky, fuck a thot in the sky 
In the P.J. wearing pjs looking fly
My bitch so fine worth about two dimes 
If she underage we gon still 6ix 9ine 
Your bitch ain't a six, if you got nine tries 
The most you would get is about a high five 
Or a fist bump, shit bump trunks from Timbuktu to Denmark 
I be on my shit bruh
You could give me ten bucks, I’ll flip to a million
Sharks coming at me tryna make investments 
lil young still dumb
Brotha need to chill son 
I’m gon fuck the game till
These rappers is my children   
 
Pop two zans shit’ll fuck me up 
Got no plans but to catch this buzz
Up so high we above this club 
Don’t ask why I said just because 

Shit, hol up switch, feeling rich right now 
So damn rich I got kicks I don’t wear out the house, shut yo mouth
Got it in advance, dropped old plans, 
popped two zans, copped romance and bought new friends  

Shit, hol up switch I’m a star on god 
My garage full of cars and they don’t even start, what you want
Got em’s on em’s like that man em, 
Word to all my stans, give me nine bands and do my dance 

Shit, hol up switch, we the shit for sure 
So much fame I got friends that I don’t even know, where you from?
Now we in this trance, with the devil I dance, 
They say leave while you can, but he shook my hand and he made my brand 

Bitch, no can’t switch, no this shit can’t wait 
Copped all these whips and they ain’t have breaks, big mistake
Snapped rubber bans, swerving in the lamb, 
Go to call my mans but I lost my fam think I got no chance

just BECAUSE

Produced by FALLINGwithSTYLE

Lyrics 
Grab it, Cash it, Stack it, Stash it
Keep it in my mattress so my dreams are extra lavish 
Then I wake up in the morning and I go and cop a pateck
I don’t know what that it I just know I had to have 
Rap it, flaunt it, flash it, taunt ya 
Cuz I’m proud coming out the District of Columbia 
Made it from the Hill to the hills of California 
Shoot it like I’m Mamba that’s the way I pull up on ya 
You know, Hublot, Rolex and its golden 
And I got a patek it’s a watch if you don’t know it 
Still can’t tell the time cuz you know my shit is broken 
Fuck it not important cuz we living for the moment 
Right now, pipe down when my sound chime out 
Rain down from the soundcloud sprouting from ground 
Got the keys to the city ran the sheriff out of town 
Bite down on the industry drowning out the clowns 

Run it up, run it up, Is u down? What is up?
Coming up, coming up, people down, we be up 
Speed it up, speed it up, rrrrrrun it up
Something ah nah don’t fuck it up 
Fuck it up, fuck it up, double cup bubbling up
Stir it up, stir it up, chug it down throw it up
Somethings up, somethings up, add it up, add it up 
Hundreds come, hundreds come, stack it up, stack it up 

Run it up, run it up, Is u down? What is up?
Coming up, coming up, people down, we be up 
Speed it up, speed it up, rrrrrrun it up
Something ah nah don’t fuck it up 
Fuck it up, fuck it up, double cup bubbling up
Stir it up, stir it up, chug it down throw it up
Somethings up, somethings up, add it up, add it up 
Hundreds come, hundreds come, stack it up, stack it up

Andrew Yang

Produced by FALLINGwithSTYLE

Lyrics 
Hop in the lamb, crash in a pole 
Bought it again, back on the road 
Went from a van to copping a Rolls 
Ice on the road, Got the streets froze 
Ice out hand, ice out my nose
Ice out my fingers, ice out my toes 
Ice out my fingers, ice out my toes
Ice round my throat, hope I don’t choke 
Colder than breezes on freezing degreeses
Get hot like the summer and we don’t change seasons 
Y’all rot like the leaves and then from trees
Well if someone gon cross me I’m Jesus on Easter 
We the leaders, sell like the Beatles 
Came no VISA now we staying 4 Seasons 
Imma rich we rich kid I be copping new freezers 
Till all my kids rich ain’t no struggle to feed them 
Drip too hard my rain drop 
Worth more than your day job 
Imma just watch this paint dry 
While yo bitch gimme that brain, thot 
Oh yes, off the Henny like Swish 
No tie games bitch we always be ahead 
Throwing shade from a money tree, ya bish
Love when they try to tell me, oh yes 
Rap that sess, sell that set
cash that check, spell hashtag blessed 
Bench press reps all chest no legs
Ten sets no rest bet I can flex 
Flex my pecs, flex my sex, 
Flex my checks then flex my dress 
Flex on you cuz you flex less 
When I do know I flex best
I’m obsessed fuck I confess 
Tryna find my quest something high no less
Might hide my mess till I die depressed 
That’s life I guess, fuck it I digress

Squidward

Produced by FALLINGwithSTYLE
Sample: "Mama Told Me (Not to Come)" by Three Dog Night

Lyrics 
Ballin I should win ROY 
Aint no competion bruh I’m the new voice 
Yo shit only work to annoy
Don’t bump your music it does not spark joy
If I’m gon do something gotta do it muy
Baddest mothafucka on the planet, yo soy 
Got so much money I’ll never be employed 
Got so many bone spurs I’ll never get deployed
Straight stunting, been the man since a boy 
Dance like Chad and I sing like Troy 
So musical in high school I had no choice 
Sell it by the click and make it by the coin 
Mothafucka fuck your mother do like Freud 
Slippin I mean spitting when I’m filling her void 
Ballin as a lifestyle tryna make a point 
Balling so hard you would think I’m on roids mothafucka

Ballin run the whole game  
Playing like Zion but Nikes stay safe
They say rap or ball, I’m in school so hey 
I would ball but a student rapper gets paid 
Shit acting like a bitch 
Won’t you suck my motherfucking 
Respect for women bitch it’s 2019 
Don’t you say something mean 
Or get beat with a tweet fuck what you mean 
Your ass has been cancelled backspace or delete 
Imma sure bet, well probably 
Smack you and your bitch cuz equality 
Honestly Imma be really so hard to see
When I rap fast on point like archery 
Shape ya like pottery, fuck a false prophecy 
Bought a billion tickets so I could win the lottery, bitch 

Ballin someone try to limit me 
Cut the dang ropes and we coast to infinity
Gimme 3, gimme 4, gimme more at the door 
Fuck a bank, fuck ya think, take it all to the store 
Final bout, fade me out, take it down to the floor 
Say whatever I want cuz y’all can barely hear me now

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