I thought this would be a funny Tiktok sound… then it became an actual song. #pluggnb #tiktok #rap

[Intro/Chorus]
Shut the fuck up 
Nigga, can you please shut the fuck up, nobody cares 
Damn, shut the fuck up
Nigga, what are you talking about? 
No one’s talking about the truth 
We’re talking about you being on that weird shit

Bitch, shut up
Like a knife I’mma get to the cut
Amazon how I’m burning some bud
Not a crip, but I shoot at yo bloods
And my drip is a cascading flood
Like a mite you get left in the dust
Put yo mic down and that bitch rust
Her hands on my chest and still can’t be touched

[Verse: 1]
And I keep me a third, like I’m Ganon 
Dick watcher, don’t even ask I’m planning 
Dick watcher, don’t even ask who I’m smashing
Man, I be moving a pound like a package
Think it was tennis, we smack like a racket
I get in the trap and I’m whipping some action
I rap to the masses in new Louis glasses 
I need me a fat bitch while dropping this classic

(Damn, nevermind)

She finna blow me like landmines
It’s about damn time I got the lamb, right?
Don’t do a fight ‘cause these niggas be dead, right?
Make him go night night, I’m in the limelight 
She never mine, right? These niggas mind my business 
You need to go use that time right
Slide down his block, I like doing them drive-bys 

[Chorus]
Bitch, shut up
Like a knife I’mma get to the cut
Amazon how I’m burning some bud
Not a crip, but I shoot at yo bloods
And my drip is a cascading flood
Like a mite you get left in the dust
Put yo mic down and that bitch rust
Her hands on my chest and still can’t be touched

Bitch shut up
And I’m burning rubber on some asphalt 
Jimmy Neutron how she had me blast off
And I aim for the cap, take his hat off
Like a javelin, I’mma stab off 
And my way of life had you mad, huh?
And the money left you like yo dad, huh?
Talking shit on my homies, you dead wrong 

[Verse 2]
Giving non committal answers cause you like to call me out
And I hate it when you speak, my dick be all up in yo mouth
You assuming shit, don’t even know what you be talking bout 
You start them argument but you can’t handle what you dishing out

I’m out of time, I’m out of money, and bitch you is out of luck
I’m looking at the forest, and you go complain about a bush
Relationship is dying, at the point, I feel like giving up
The only time I fuck with you, is when my dick up in yo guts
I’m yelling 

Bitch, shut up

Like a knife I’mma get to the cut
Amazon how I’m burning some bud
Not a crip, but I shoot at yo bloods
And my drip is a cascading flood
Like a mite you get left in the dust
Put yo mic down and that bitch rust
Her hands on my chest and still can’t be touched

Bitch shut up
And I’m burning rubber on some asphalt 
Jimmy Neutron how she had me blast off
And I aim for the cap, take his hat off
Like a javelin, I’mma stab off 
And my way of life had you mad, huh?
And the money left you like yo dad, huh?
Talking shit on my homies, you dead wrong

StopSpeaking

I live in the suburbs fr. #jersey #club #jerseyclub

I Haven’t had to walk in a while
Gimme a beat and I run it
Gimme the chop catch him running 
I got yo bitch and we fucking
She wanna take to me lunch and
Gimme some sloppy McLoving 
These niggas rap like they rusty
I got the pack and it’s musty 

(You see the)
Look in her eyes, she so lusty
The situation get ugly
When I pull out my lil buddy
Yo gang can go down by hundreds
See I act funny with money
My gold is dripping like honey
I get the plate and I share it
You let yo niggas stay hungry 

. . .
I been faded 
Niggas talking about how I should be
And, I lost patience 
Now I do what I want, when I want
I’m not waiting 
You talk about what you could’ve done
Time wasted 

I been wasted, getting bacon
Must be Muslim but you chase it
Trust me when I say, I’ll leave his whole residence vacant

Took a chance on being different 
Now these people wanna hate me
Niggas want me to assimilate, but they could not change me 

Don’t talk to me
No stylist, bitch I shop for me 
Got a bitch a thousand miles away and she gone walk to me 

Nouveau riche, I’m not OG
And yo girl, she ogle me 
Unlike you and yo niggas,
I made my way out poverty 

Gimme a beat and I run it
Gimme the chop catch him running 
I got yo bitch and we fucking
She wanna take to me lunch and
Gimme some sloppy McLoving 
These niggas rap like they rusty
I got the pack and it’s musty

InAWhile

#pluggnb #hiphop #trap #rap
Lyrics:

[Intro]
In my perfect place
I was in my perfect place
I was with yo momma, and I told her “bring me comfort, bae”

I was down to share my bag
But they took too much off my plate
You went and flew that bitch out, should’ve known she didn’t want you mane

[Chorus]
You be driving state to state to state
To go and get some ass
Hot singles in my area
You know I always get the bag

You be driving state to state to state
And fail to make her laugh
Up yo money, not yo funny
Nigga go and get some cash

I been clapping cheeks of foreign women 
Haven’t left the city
Telescope
Cock watching niggas, they observing glizzies
Blick in hand
I be dropping nigga, know I’m never missing 
You be on the net talking yo shit but we don’t do no disses


[Verse]
Always hated bro
Like the Police
Show up at his bro home
Up the chrome
Choppa hit that boy
Make him fall in slow mo

Money short
Yo shit be like 4’4
My money go loco
Ashy knuckles
Hit it be like oh no
Trapping out the front door

And I swear I’m bout to kill this shit
She been sucking souls up outta bodies, man she killing dicks
I never play basketball, but I shoot like the pistons, bitch
I got her knees and she don't stop until I'm finished, bitch

Running off - with a big bag like I just rob a bank
Drive and shoot on niggas like I hit a layup in the paint
Painting face, she look like clown
Eat meat, no dinner plate
Rolley face, got dab of ranch
New shades, got gucci frames

[Chorus]
You be driving state to state to state
To go and get some ass
Hot singles in my area
You know I always get the bag

You be driving state to state to state
And fail to make her laugh
Up yo money, not yo funny
Nigga go and get some cash

I been clapping cheeks of foreign women 
Haven’t left the city
Telescope
Cock watching niggas, they observing glizzies
Blick in hand
I be dropping nigga, know I’m never missing 
You be on the net talking yo shit but we don’t do no disses

We was going state to state to state 
And we clapping cheeks
I just hit it, she was cheating, nigga don’t get mad at me
Women wanna fuck me now but it is not flattering 
I got the choppa slamming niggas, call that shit the flattening 

If he want beef then lil homie put latch on em
We was pressing boy and we gone grill him like a spatula 
No scope but my two shots
Was too damn accurate 
Bleeding out his neck 
You’d think that boy got bit by Dracula

State to State

#pluggnb #trance #hiphop #rap

Imma take Take Two,
I ain’t talking interact but them bullets interact
With his back
In a flash

Yeah it’s Anne in the flesh
And I make these niggas mad
Like it’s my job
I do it fast
I’m breaking bars
Like a kit-kat

Aint talking bout no Poké but I’m aiming at yo mon
Imma turn that boy batman take shots at his dad and mom
She been trynna play it cool, but of me, I know she fond
She gone ride me like bike, in neon lights, like it was tron


Anne just another level, you could never write that
Nigga act like he the shit
Til he see where the wipe at 

You been trying text me no, no, no.
I’m not gone write back
And I’m beating up the kitty
Like I don’t like cats

You be looking dumb getting gassed up by yo hype man
Boy I got the drum, and I ain’t talking bout hype band
You be beefing on the internet cause you don’t like hands
I can’t waste a second, I don’t got the time to type man

They be like Anne, you know who you starting shit with
I ain’t starting nothing especially with these nitwits 
Teleport to blue bands cause I had to get rich 
She must be looking for Richard, cause she trynna get dick

Imma take Take Two,
I ain’t talking interact but them bullets interact
With his back
In a flash

Yeah it’s Anne in the flesh
And I make these niggas mad
Like it’s my job
I do it fast
I’m breaking bars
Like a kit-kat

Aint talking bout no Poké but I’m aiming at yo mon
Imma turn that boy batman take shots at his dad and mom
She been trynna play it cool, but of me, I know she fond
She gone ride me like bike, in neon lights, like it was tron

NeonLights

Lyrics:

50/50
Make her legs spread
And I hit it
I get the plate and I split it
I’m fooling, come get y’all women
They asking for my ten digits 
She taking all my ten inches
She trynna get my 10 figures
But rubbers keep all my children 

Imma keep all my millions
People thieves and they sinning
Gold on me like I’m first place
Cause I am in love with winning
Keeping all of my assets 
They see that and blow a gasket
Like Cochise, I’m in a hatchback 
We’ll turn you into a hashtag
(Flow)

50/50
Got her legs splitting like a fraction
We must be the opposite 
Cause she say I’m attractive 
She wanna make a movie, then it’s lights, camera, action
She want my morning wood, by night I had her in a casket

Got tired of being broke, then I fell in love with transactions
I had to dust another beat cause I like to run track and
He talking on the internet, got turned into a caption
See, I might spin and up the Tommy like I’m Michael Jackson

Trust me, I’m not the old me
He coming back with a vengeance 
I’m out here blicking the dawg in you 
Cause you acting like bitches
You talking big about body count
But you shooters is bitchless
And you gossip like house wives
Nigga stay in the kitchen 

I laugh to the bank and come with back bags like it’s Christmas 
I be sticking all of my ops and get em wrapped up like stitches 
Back of a carton, he missing 
He sending disses, I sic em
Dawgs at his place like a shelter
He getting metal like kennels

Cincuenta, cincuenta, I eat the pussy in Spanish 
I’m out here living so lavishly
Making bank to the casket
In Barcelona, move packages
S. S. Anne on my jacket
My pockets look like botanical gardens 
I’m farming some cabbage


Should’ve joined the drama cause all you do is acting
Capping, on my name I’ll turn you a past tense
Has-been, take a break from beef and do some fasting
Laughing- to the bank so much, my legs cramping

Fractions

Need I say more? Follow me on my socials.

S.S. ANNE

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