Keep Up Lyrics:

turn me up, got these niggas tryna feel me up, 
bitches try to run up onna squad they get dided up. meltdown, you know a bitch ain’t gotta heat it up, nigga acting slow wit the dick tell him speed it up.

can’t play a bitch, if it ain’t nun that ian call for, 
the number one uno wit the cards tell him draw four. the icon, the focus of these bitches they already adore, 
bitches passing me the ball so i’m laying and making a score.

bitches know that i’m on go they gotta catch me at the red light, 
niggas stay all on my body cause they stuck up and my pants tight. 
The fits stay too fly, to high, been caught me a flight, bitches thinking i’m applying that pressure but its sun that’s slight.

stay walking stay stalking any bitch ain’t fucking wimme,
 aint gotta front i spend bands make bags wit the double c’s. 
pussy taste like honey and niggas rumbling for it like bees, 
put me on the antarctic and i turn up a 100 degrees.

top 10 top 5 top 2 nah i’m taking the one, 
aint no need for competition when i’m already knowing i won. 
one of a kind, bad bitch, top tier can’t compare me to nun, 
a bitch been a superstar and im steady out shining the sun.

if i’m steady out shining then i’m going super nova, only time he get it wet is when he bend this ass over. dark knight when i ride inna black range rover, 
i’m on a leprechaun lucky as a four leaf clover.

you know my milk shake shake and bring the boys to the yard, 
said he want extra cream cause the dick on hard. 
and ian playin wit a nigga less he finna swipe a card, gotta keep my pussy tight, body right, bag large.

strapped up masked up lemme know the task, 
gotta hunnid onna dash and his foot on that gas. 
gotta hand onna wheel and the other on my ass, 
and the head to wild but a bitch ain’t gon crash.

you know i pop it like a cork and i’m fine as wine, 
all these niggas on my line but i press decline. 
a mirror onna wall told me that i been too fine, 
a new lane i’m out the box of what y’all can’t define. 

you know i been THEEVIBE so tht mean i been a bad bitch, 
pockets stay full ya girl can't be broke and average. 

you catch L’s but i’m steady catching W’s, 
i stay the #1 cause ian satisfied wit #2, BITCH.

Keep Up

Fly Shi lyrics:
im in sum fly shi, fly bitch, neva gave a side bitch, 
nigga show them racks if you up to speed wit my pitch. 
nigga think he running game and ian talking bout up on a switch, 
but i post up wit sun fits and they hits ion neva miss 

im in sum fly shi, fly bitch, neva gave a side bitch, 
nigga show them racks if you up to speed wit my pitch. 
nigga think he running game and ian talking bout up on a switch, 
but i post up wit sun fits and they hits ion neva miss

i been fly neva landing i need 100 racks too, 
telling me i’m pretty boy don’t tell me what i been knew. my pussy like a pill to a addict bitch i know he been rue, and this rap shit what i’m eating know it’s easy ian gotta chew.

all my diamonds glisten vvs’s with some big static, 
arctic breeze inna south wrist froze cold patek.
i step hard got em watching like a movie cinematic, 
im bipolar wit the fits make the weather climatic.

flewed out i’m in the tokyo, skin smooth all wit the glow, if you got a problem we can solve it hoe just let me know. nigga want head i need the bread put the racks onna bed when i’m done he gon really need a med.

see my walk real cute and my body gon body, 
i’m tryna get real rich and ion need me a roddy. 
i do me and bitches mad so bitch i made it a hobby, 
so don’t try me, cause bitches copy and i beat em like hockey.

im in sum fly shi, fly bitch, neva gave a side bitch, 
nigga show them racks if you up to speed wit my pitch. 
nigga think he running game and ian talking bout up on a switch, 
but i post up wit sun fits and they hits ion neva miss

im in sum fly shi, fly bitch, neva gave a side bitch, 
nigga show them racks if you up to speed wit my pitch. nigga think he running game and ian talking bout up on a switch, 
but i post up wit sun fits and they hits ion neva miss

Fly Shi

Money (feat. NovaGalore) Lyrics:

(TheeVibe’s verse)
send a stack for this ass watch me throw it back,
them other hoes can’t compete pussy dope on crack.
big benz through the wind ride in all black,
do a touchdown in dis pussy finna call dak.

i keep it cool keep it low they ain’t gotta know,
I post a pic and i bet the nigga dick grow.
my music puffing wit the smoke and it’s finna blow,
ya nigga wanna eat on my cookie but he ain’t got the dough.

i play ya nigga like a toy;he on my joystick,
always on my page;always riding my dick.
take a quick pic for the haters make em queezy,
write a quick song like tae; bitch easy

money bring rats so it’s looking real cheesy,
take my money from me and i’ll beat you like breezy.
hoes getting slow and built sloppy just sleazy,
me and him body to body and ian dreezy.

(Chorus)
all my bitches get money
 all my bitches get money,
all you bitches sweet honey,
always tryna smile bitch ain’t shit funny.

all my bitches get money,
all my bitches get money,
all you bitches sweet honey,
always tryna smile bitch ain’t shit funny.

(NovaGalore’s Verse)
fresh white toes, got the baguettes on my neck
you see a chick like me in public, betta speak w/ respect
if you gone diss me dirty bitch, you should be more direct
im motha but i do not claim her ass like child neglect

bitch my body sit so pretty booty sit up like some tiddies
ian even frm dallas but im the baddest in the city
im poochin innis party w/ my girls, we finna get litty
& if this fagget bitch keep dissing, ima slap this ho silly

see im so pretty, im better than these bitches
fuck ya ex-girlfriends, my pussy better than them bitches wetter than them bitches
they dissed me so its pressure w/ them bitches
cut ya otha hoes off, they washed up like some dishes

M.O.N.E.Y my world revolve around it
iam the #1 chick, no otha way around it

this pussy, he finna pound it
so wet, it got em drowning
i need money at all times, no i can’t live without it
being broke, i will not allow it

(Chorus)
all my bitches get money, yea
all my bitches get money, ugh
all you bitches sweet honey, yea
always tryna smile bitch ain't shit funny.

all my bitches get money, yea
all my bitches get money, huh
all you bitches sweet honey, yea
always tryna smile bitch ain't shit funny.

Money (feat. NovaGalore)

New Attire Lyrics:

yo,
i ride up in that new attire, bitches coochie burn on fire,
i gotta puff up on a bitch wit that pressure i’m the supplier.
he said i suck up on it like it’s a baby lil pacifier,
i got him stalking me going so crazy i’m his desire. 
i ride up in that new attire, bitches coochie burn on fire,
i gotta puff up on a bitch wit that pressure i’m the supplier.
he said i suck up on it like it’s a baby lil pacifier,
i got him stalking me going so crazy i’m his desire. 

he wanna trade but ian easy i’m finna run game on you nigga,
he pulled up inna maserati wit the racks and my ass got bigga.
hair blowing in the wind shades on and i’m drinking that liquor,
we contemplating the position missionary what i consider.
he got my legs up onna headboard, pack hoes i’m the land lord,
you in the dm’s wit no money boy don’t try to get what you can’t afford.
A kuntboy and that’s 2x, tryna rap but you can’t rhyme,
steady hanging wit the boss lady and we bad bitches that’s full-time.
net worth onna scale and i bet you i’m the bigger person,
i gotta snatched body waist and you clearly bigger up in person.
he steady beating up the pussy the way it’s purring bet it’s persian,
booty sitting real pretty and like megan don’t need a surgeon.

i ride up in that new attire, bitches coochie burn on fire,
i gotta puff up on a bitch wit that pressure i’m the supplier.
he said i suck up on it like it’s a baby lil pacifier,
i got him stalking me going so crazy i’m his desire.
i ride up in that new attire, bitches coochie burn on fire,
i gotta puff up on a bitch wit that pressure i’m the supplier.
he said i suck up on it like it’s a baby lil pacifier,
i got him stalking me going so crazy i’m his desire. 

scrolling on my gram, saying damn, spam liking my pictures,
all up in my guts, going nuts, stirring me like a mixture.
gon be at these shows, and these hoes, reciting like a scripture,
when we talk they say ma’am yea they know to give my respect,
i gave these bitches all they style and now it’s time to collect,
they think a bitch ain’t really bold but what i said is correct.
and if i beat that bitch ass then what you really expect,
and when we fuck he going deep so that we really connect.

i ride up in that new attire, bitches coochie burn on fire,
i gotta puff up on a bitch wit that pressure i’m the supplier.
he said i suck up on it like it’s a baby lil pacifier,
i got him stalking me going so crazy i’m his desire.

New Attire

Back In Lyrics:
keep shit cool and keep it P aint gotta do shit tht aint called for,
nah fuck dat im da one dese bitches called for,
the numba one, uno, neva gotta draw four,
The top tier bitch but neva walk on all fours.

been chillin wit my bitches, gettin money, cutesy life,
but missed the knocking bitches heads and the musey life.
you on my site and stalkin me but said it was on sight,
they throwin shade in 3,2,1 cause i done took they light.

but i pop my shit anyways cs a bitch aint neva gon touch me,
been knew dat, 
and i know you been mad cs a bitch stay pretty, the hair stay done,
and the ass be fat

and i dont compare where you compete cause thts expected,
me and my bitches we gag the set and you disect it,

he smell tht FF on my body and he erected,
he smell tht doo doo on you bitch n you rejected.
im steady coping cc bags like they arrested,
how you a pick me ass bitch but not selected.

im like a tiger and these beats be the trolley,
ridin onnem ass sittin and its like we inna ferrari,
inna club wit my bitches shakin ass off tht bacardi,
and when dese raps hit like da latto bitches knowin issa party.

skin smooth and chocolate brown, where my golden ticket,
big ole booty soft like cotton tell dat nigga pick it,
turn yo song on and no comments yea lil bitch dats crickets,
cast a spell cs im his witch and know dis shit get wicked.

CEO and i endorsed you, showed you how to be a fagget,
bitches tryna be future, you aint pluto, and you not a planet.
you a lil ho, you a scary bitch, you was neva real, you been a maggot.
quick actin like i wont pop yo shit cs you not janet.

cant stop me cs im inna mode word to quick taste,
cant drop a bag on fly shi yea fuck niggas get replaced,
he a doughboy and creamer so come gimme dat thick paste,
workout onna dick yea dats my secret to a slim waist.

real bitches knew dat tho, me and nova pole,
swae, lee, and mez do dey thang wit dey private show,
body pressure onna mill and my heart not on my sleeve it stay down below,
lemme get ms.milli cause you know we gotta keep a flo,

i suck it real good famous in my real hood,
onnis bidness where i stand cs past tense is where i stood,
these bitches not bar-lingual so wht im sayin get misunderstood,
they treat me like a jenie cs i swear these bitches wish they could.

yea and they know im back in better tap in,
thts tht new vibe, blow the trumpets, empress back in,
bitches in awe, bloody nose, get a napkin,
like tina snow im real hard aint no slackin.

Back In

This sum new and hope yall enjoy😚💖LYRICS⬇️

EXTRAAA
Yo,
hand me my fur and high heels im tippin through the function,
i getcha titties jumpin, my music wht they bumpin

i chew dese bitches everytime cause im so extraaa,
then turn around and do it twice im ambidextrous.

cause im so extra (i am), cause im so extra (i am),
the body natural givin plastic not the texture.
cause im so extra (i am), cause im so extra (i am),
cant spend tht coin fa me then nigga i cant text ya.

flyer den a g6, chocolate like a resse,
im the MC touch this you cant see dis.
keep up no recess, copy no success,
fuckin on my ex de-stress wit a dick press

flex only when a bitch outta place onnem,
you outdated like yo car wit no plates onnem,
symbolic to my daughters and i been the totem,
use my lyrics like a script and i bet they quotem.

still fuck wit my new attire,
bitches been strange cut em off will buyer,
my minis inspired, im still his desire,
bitch im the empress address me as sire.

pop it off like some press on sets yea i said it,
bitches in my debt but they neva givin credit.
buns smooth like butter and ya man wanna spread it,
man im so extra extraa.. go press it.

Yo,
hand me my fur and high heels im tippin through the function,
i getcha titties jumpin, my music wht they bumpin

i chew dese bitches everytime cause im so extraaa,
then turn around and do it twice im ambidextrous.

cause im so extra (i am), cause im so extra (i am),
the body natural givin plastic not the texture.
cause im so extra (i am), cause im so extra (i am),
cant spend tht coin fa me then nigga i cant text ya. 

watch me whine onnem, grind onnem, dine onnem, when i ride i design onnem,
when i fuck wit a nigga it’ll get real physical imma get all stein onnem

cant play wimme no controlla,
shittin on you hoes but i got no odor,
skatin onna beat ion even need rollers,
shadin but the bitch bout 10 years older.

showed up just panties and a coat,
bend down to my knees make a nigga wanna float,
bitches really been a sheep and they neva been a goat,
know me cs i spit wht i write no ghost.

and we dont correlate i got 1 to yo mountain of bodies,
i say dat cause you fuck as a hobby
you talkin but still the miss little go copy.
put a date on it word to yo gotti.

hand me my fur and high heels im tippin through the function,
i getcha titties jumpin, my music wht they bumpin

i chew dese bitches everytime cause im so extraaa,
then turn around and do it twice im ambidextrous.

cause im so extra (i am), cause im so extra (i am),
the body natural givin plastic not the texture.
cause im so extra (i am), cause im so extra (i am),
cant spend tht coin fa me then nigga i cant text ya. 

(extraaa, extraaa, when i chew em, minty fresh, extraaa,)
(extraaa, extraaa, im so mouthafuckin extra.)

#EXTRA

Evolve lyrics - 

(Hook)
faris wheel when i ride it, up and down when he goin inside it,
cookin it up onna beat so i fried it,
duckin who?
bitches know that im bout it.

pretty bitch wit the melanin, im doin good but im bout to evolve,
drip got em salty they bout to disolve,
i be in first like im writin in POV.

(Verse 1)
she a fan bitch like kitana,
i cut up on beats no kitana,
the head bitch prima donna,
leave hoes in terror cause im such a bomber.

nicki who he be fallin 4 me,
give him brain cause i think he a dummy,
go insane like a jacket straight on me,
ion bang but the gang stay on me.

pressin dese bitches no silk,
40 inch bundles they flowin like milk,
ion play cards but dey finna get dealt
hump like a llama dats how dese hoes built.

to da bad bitches imma idol,
and da haters become suicidal,
rap circles round bitches, recitle,
me and twin walk, dats all and we viral, yuh

bitches so goofy like luffy in one piece,
eat wht i want and im snatched no obesse,
poppin dese bitches and ion need no grease,
chasin a sound dese hoes dont know beats.

copy a bitch whole sound and appeal,
no cap in my rap im a human of steel,
clockin fake hoes it be so surreal,
i beat em and walk out so pretty in heels.

(Hook)
faris wheel when i ride it, up and down when he goin inside it,
cookin it up onna beat so i fried it,
duckin who, bitches know dat im bout it.

pretty bitch wit da melanin, im doin good but im bout to evolve,
drip got em salty they bout to disolve,
i be in first like im writin in POV.

(verse 2)
take a 1, 2, and learn,
dickridin eachotha and dats why dey burn,
my foot on dey neck and now bitches concerned,
wht pri say, bitch its my turn

cashin out checks at banks like tyra
bitches be hot but me, fire,
be too high to see bitches dats higher,
beatin me down like my pussy a fighter

zoning dese bitches it be off the dome,
send him a text and he comin right home,
#1 eater his name in my phone,
walk in wit tht new fendi cologne,

postin him up wit no face no malone,
kissin and rub on my thighs,
eatin so good that i might just foam,
look at the pussy its ate off the bone,

i hate mad bitches, well nah fuck em, 
dey still be givin me money,
playin my music, watchin my vids,
you hatin and helpin me out dummy.

poppin dese tags i want all dese bags,
im takin his card and turn riches to rags,
fly inna leer my shit be too clean,
and ride up in rolls, benz, and jags.

(Hook)
faris wheel when i ride it, up and down when he goin inside it,
cookin it up onna beat so i fried it,
duckin who, bitches know dat im bout it.

pretty bitch wit da melanin, im doin good but im bout to evolve,
drip got em salty they bout to disolve,
i be in first like im writin in POV.

Evolve [Prod. Ozi]

Fans Lyrics🪄

my bandz stakin up like fans onna ceiling,
august 16th friday when imma get ta killing,
put this leather belt ta ass and hoes careers wht im peeling,
neva be the type ta flop or fuck wht ian feeling.

ye, he wanna see me wit my legs and my toes up,
through allis hot shi he seen a cold bitch and froze up,
ye, ye, he a dog fa the pussy pick ya nose up,
bitches lookin tired(tied) i tell em ta pick ya bows up.

like hop scotch make his heart skip a beat when he see me,
shout out to una potion niggas nervous when dey see me,
inna studio workin like a sauna it get steamy,
he was bricked when i came but when i left was linguini

shoutout to houdini, i poofed him like whose next i got options any miney
im chillin in my bikini, im raw like sashimi
i got so many ops cs all my products wanna beat me,

he sip me like a martini,
dis cake moist and its creamy,
he thinkin bout me im dreamy,
on top js like a beanie

he addicted feelin feeny,
euphoric its like im sweeney,
i got so many niggas on my body its like free me.

and ill neva be replaced,
you hoes careers brief but nowadays thts just the case,
and bitches tryna diss ta get a come up and a place,
these hoes aint got no motion they cant neva switch the pace.
(they cant neva switch the pace pace pace pace.)

and all dese bitches one flow in stock now,
i gotta nigga 19 wit a glock now,
he finna shoot me up wit kids aint no lock down,
hoes aint got no paper so scissors is wht they rock now

my money stackin to the ceiling,
my bars spit like chemicals i guess thts why they peeling,
i went ta mars and back and hoes i still wasnt feeling
and i always look appealing, BITCH!

Fans

Lips (Feat. Zai’lyn Love) - Lyrics
[Single]
℗ 2024 Pretty Gang Records

some loving on my lips,
some loving on my lips,
some loving on my lips,
come kiss me up on my lips.

some loving on my lips,
some loving on my lips,
some loving on my lips,
come kiss these big lucious lips.

you see,
when you workin a body like this, (what) these hoes be thts jealous,
in hating they zealous,
and to be a bum bitch is wht they be tryna compel us.
 
puttin sum bad bitches in new attire,
at a party you wont see a bitch flier(flyer),
pocket watchin but ya times up cs sum new money wht you need dire.

ass and the pockets heavy so when i walk its a couple kilos,
wanna know my measurements, so the metric wht we chose,
my streams say i got my own flows and you backyard bitches got hose,
snakes inna camp (nahh) me and my girls dont see those!

when ya confidence this high, even the sky cant humble me,
and please dont say i cannot do it, cs in spite i gotta degree,
im down in boston at a party my body bringing the tea,
to stunt on bitches its a cost but nobody payin the fee but me!

walk in, titties pushed up,
everybody so amazed,
bitches wet and niggas bricked up,

and ian neva thought of competition, wht opponent?
i see my nigga inna corner, waiting for this moment (muah)

some loving on my lips,
some loving on my lips,
some loving on my lips,
come kiss me up on my lips.

some loving on my lips,
some loving on my lips,
some loving on my lips,
come kiss these big lucious lips.

B-B-Bitch I’m only chilling with killers, when it’s a opp at the door,
I know some bitches who gone make that pussy pop, for the dough, 

Gave me the blunt, like Emily, they was selling some dope, 
H.B,I.C, to pussy rappers, they just say I’m the pope, just eat the pussy with yo lips, no I ain’t taking a oath, 

I body any damn bitch, who taking me for a joke, 
He say im pretty regan mac, but im just fucking psycho,
and i aint no lego, how im stubbing my toe,

I was shaking ass and tiddies, when he wss tryna get with me, 
he said im super thick, so pretty, cuz im straight outta philly,
aint charging less than mili, because im jennifer tilly,
the way he kissing on my lips, you would think i had the filly, like what

Lips (feat. Zai’lyn Love)

Blind - Lyrics
[Single]
℗ 2025 Pretty Gang Records


Hand to the sky, might make a bitch blind yea,
rockin out outta my mind,
Twenty-five when i came back innis bitch,
Aint leaving till god tell me its my time,
Give me a couple of seconds to freestyle
And imma go viral like it was a vine
I just been chillin, writing my raps,
cook in the booth, just give me some thyme

Twenty-Five on go, run it up cant be poor,
finna do a bitch first show,
wrist white like snow but you sleepin on me you slow,
blackin on beats jim crow.

if a bitch wanna ki(key) like pills(peeles) popped,
looked down on me and i still topped,
10 different stores and we still shopped,
had him on his knees and he still rocked.

get onna beat or a runway and bathe a bitch,
he feenin fa me so he crave a bitch
bitches be green but they pockets aint so wait imma go pave a bitch,
told me tht he want a red hed so i switched wigs imma brave lil bitch,
pussy fiesty he domestic told the pussy to behave lil bitch.

tip in wit the ysl’s
what i rap in the music is why it sales,
how to be a bad bitch in deep details,
and i got the magic fairytails.

smoke wimme youn want in and exhale,
got bars onna bitch ion need me a cell,
best pin when i bowl ion use no rails,
girls night when its right we dont need no nails.

stackin up racks and they blue wit a mix of the green so i wish a ho would,
bitches be pussy cause my niggas bussin them things 1 & 2 if you would,
people keep on tellin me pop my shit damn i think i should,
lemme flex this wrist js right quick hand

[Chorus]

H-H-Hand to the sky might make a bitch blind yea,
rockin out outta my mind,
25 when i came back innis bitch aint leaving till god tell me its my time,
give me a couple of seconds to freestyle and imma go viral like it was a vine.
I js been chillin writing my raps cook in the booth js give me some thyme.

Hand to the sky might make a bitch blind yea,
rockin out outta my mind,
25 when i came back innis bitch aint leaving till god tell me its my time,
give me a couple of seconds to freestyle and imma go viral like it was a vine.
I js been chillin writing my raps cook in the booth js give me some thyme.

[Verse 2]

p-p-p-pussy wet aint no wringin it out, only when its diamonds when a ring out,
slinging bitches then flinging them out,
poppin shit a clique with or without.

hypnotize how i waist whine, see why nigggas on my body,
onna trek imma star wit it, like on beam me up scotty,

recycling bars put that inna bin,
only hang wit 10 bitches ben,
pig bitches not usin they pins,
cut a bitch im not makin amends.

try to fuck wit me you losin yo mind,
think she forgot so lemme remind,
been on the grind since ‘07,
so 10/20 vision not makin me blind, bitch.

Blind

Black Friday - Lyrics
[Single]
℗ 2025 Pretty Gang Records

On thursday lashings full priced but im blackin friday
I’m kickin bitches to the curb so ho dont get beside me
See im the goat in bitches stories noble bitch heidi
And bitches sample off the style so lil bitch try me
Looks check, body check, and check this new patek
I would tell the time but boo this watch aint tickin like the rest
He said i want sum love take off the O and E and thats a bet
I be quick to get the nails done and pg rep the set

Cause i said im blackin out so tell dem hoes whats the deal (whats the deal)
Im blackin out so tell them hoes whts the deal (whats the deal)
Im blackin out so tell them hoes whts the deal (whats the deal)
Tell me what you wanna do tell me really whats the deal.

See they be dancin to my music i be busting them rhymes
And dozens of times
Im counting franklins bitches get dimes
And bitches actin hard
I think i see a couple of mimes
And when you first gettin gold
these bitches wantin whats mines
Hop up inna lamb and tell my shouffer chop its time to go,
Think i got a yeast infection cause im touching all this dough,
Keep my bar high cause niggas be simping and wantin more(moe),
I’m a fly bitch wit fire pussy bitch checkout the glow.
Face pretty i dont need the facetune or the medical,
I like all my money same color homosexual,
You know the voice can go high low in between flexible,
Im the Empress but my sister girly onna pedestal 
Bitches know my pen like fire force so now i go infernal
Drilling bitches teaching bitches they lieutenant im the colonel
I can write a rap and watch it be they death up in my journal
Got the time and energy to spit some bars of course its thermal

Im blackin out so tell dem hoes whats the deal (Whats the deal)
Im blackin out so tell them hoes whats the deal (whats the deal)
Im blackin out so tell them hoes whts the deal (whats the deal)
Tell me what you wanna do
Tell me really whats the deal (whats the deal)

Tell dem hoes (tell dem hoes)
Tell dem hoes (tell dem hoes)
Tell dem hoes (tell dem hoes)
Tell dem hoes (tell dem hoes)
Tell dem hoes (tell dem hoes)
Tell dem hoes (tell dem hoes)
Tell dem hoes (tell dem hoes)
Tell dem hoes (tell dem hoes)

Everybody know its only one group of bitches in PG
Bitches floppin in they final scene keep it PG
Never had to make up frm fallin out wit PG
Cause pretty bitches actually in the gang what you call PG
We drop and top the charts so bitches know that we stay locked in
We put the p in pretty and in P-O-P-P-I-N
These so called rappers spittin wack bars and i just be sighing
White crop and blue jeans wit a flooded wrist my diamonds cyan
I take control and ride the beat just like a roller coaster
Aint got no bread for me you toast and imma have to ghost ya
Oh you a fan of me post me and ill sign your poster
Hits in my sleep, a heart attack, you might just need a holter

I’m blackin out so tell them hoes whats the deal (whats the deal)
I’m blackin out so tell them hoes whats the deal (whats the deal)
I’m blackin- (Whats the-)

Black Friday

HNR (Freestyle) - Lyrics
[Single]
℗ 2025 Pretty Gang Records

You said You want a piece of me, and if you got the dough im hot and ready,
My wrist twinning had to nickname them, this white and betty
My neck piece emerald cut, aint no damn machete
How im dripped and sauced you wanna slurp me like spaghetti

He fold my legs up to my head and get the pool wet,
Wait a minute, oops, i left some juice up on ya durag
He hypnotized cause his eyes playin boob tag,
I hate a messy queer, definition: you a-

PG on cuban links, mugged up we wearing minks
My number always dialed to wash a bitch up inna Sink
Rap circles round you bitches talkin bout them skatin rinks
Hand me a quil and imma do it dont forget the ink

Everyday its something new, im a hot topic
Just look pretty and let em drag it to catastrophic
Ask every bitch whats the problem but it was psychologic
So now they dialing suicidal im like where the logic

You do that shit for approval but i ain’t going for it
Check out my disco and any beat you know i tore it
You bitches lambs to the slaughter i might aventador it,
Hop out and out mug bitches my haters all adore it

Then hit a one two step, bitches slept, mugs swept
On me where some money kept,
Green go deep like its some kelp

Honeybuns up in my kelly
Covered in that gator belly
Play yo part or get beat up that’s automatic, bitch o’reilly

No makeup needed just to see the pretty inna face
And even then you need some work, damn what a waste
Im rocking crops or a shirt, Damn where the waist
I’ll knock a bitch outta place, you dont know how to brace

Everybody know imma go slap me a bitch
Try to feel bold imma cap me a bitch
Heavy spitter even on christmas outrappin any other bitch

Work a bitch out no fitness while you just sittin onna bench,
I get streamed in real time these hoes be thinking im on twitch

HNR (Freestyle)

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