Lights fade.
Money talks.
Dreams scream louder.
Dear America — you’re finally gonna hear me now.

Dear America

goodbyes. ( prod. theo zim )

baby, baby - 
all of these problems make me fade -
fade into shit that i cant leave x2

when will it be over? when will i not suffer?

er - when will i not suffer?
—
all of this pain it be driving me cray
yes i needed yo love but you threw me away
and it feels like im running out of fuckin time
all these demons god damnit im trying to fight

trying to fight, yea im trying
I be in my room, im steady crying
tired of all the games, im tired of lying x2
—
baby, baby - 
all of these problems make me fade -
fade into shit that i cant leave x2

when will it be over? when will i not suffer?

er - WHEN WILL I NOT SUFFER?

suffer. ( prod. lotus )

@swishuh <3

CHORUS (VLXD) : half of these niggas be foolish
half of these niggas be stupid
just like a nike "I Do It" , I just be chillin im makin this music

i just be counting my rackies, i just be stacking my stackies
ya bitch be callin me daddy, fuckin yo bitch n im breakin her backie
im fenna pop me a perc, i put that boy onna shirt
i just be chillin at first, you just be chillin at last

we put dat boy inna, we put dat boy inna pack

we put dat boy inna -


VERSE (VLXD) : feel like yvxngchris cause im "gunninhimdown"
spray dat boy with a whole lotta rounds, spray dat boy with a whole lotta shots
yea we hadda send em a message.. / i see da check imma spend it
im making money ya get it? these niggas got it real twisted , i see tha opp imma aim at his lemon

damn, 1 shot to the head / damn, 1 shot to the body
draco make him do da bobby, send him right to the lobby
im "Too Tact" like Notti , never needed anybody
im up now at the toppy, did it all by my lonley yuh


VERSE (SWISHA) : I just been making this money you know ian new to this shit
Bad hoe fuckin with me, she wanna fuck with the kid
But I can't love at all
Cuz a young nigga tryna ball
Talking on me ima get you gone
All I need is one call
Tell me some shit that I can't do
Look at the money I ran through
She on the molly she came through
They tryna copy the wave too
Yea I'm too damn high I'm out of my body
Yea I'm out of my body
Yo bitch off a perc and she all on my body
Yea she all on my body
He talking that shit ima pull out the shotty
He run up on me then I'm gonn catch a homi
And these niggas be hiding cuz I'm really sliding
Taking gas to the face and I feel like Aladdin
I'm getting my money up
Yall getting yall funny up
I'm getting my money up
Yall getting yall funny up for real
I'm tryna catch me a damn kill
Pop me a perc and crack another seal
Free all my niggas locked up in a cell
I'm with my demons send yo ass to hell
I had some times when I almost fell
But I'm going up, I feel like a sail
I'm fenna power up like Cell
I keep a gun, nigga can't you tell
One to the head now he noddin' off
Like, why these niggas always falling off


CHORUS (VLXD & SWISHA) : half of these niggas be foolish
half of these niggas be stupid
just like a nike "I Do It" , I just be chillin im makin this music

i just be counting my rackies, i just be stacking my stackies
ya bitch be callin me daddy, fuckin yo bitch n im breakin her backie
im fenna pop me a perc, i put that boy onna shirt
i just be chillin at first, you just be chillin at last

we put dat boy inna, we put dat boy inna pack

we put dat boy inna -

do it! ft. swisha ( prod. chrxme )

CHORUS - vlxdnem

tired of the politics, yea im tired of the games.
know me a couple of guys, that goin switch up for the money or the fame
and nigga you really a lame, how the fuck you switch up on me?

you was my twin, my brodie, thats how its supposed to be!
man shit is not tha same, like what happened to gang?
like what happened to truth? all this pain dont know  what to do

all this shit been fuckin the mood, i know they hopin i lose x3 (yea!)
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VERSE - vlxdnem
yea, 2022 up now, couldnt give a fuck how you feel.
im high, im crackin the ceil
stayin focused im chasin a mill, stayin focused im chasin a bag
and i know im making niggas mad!
they be like vlad, how you do that? how you get rich? (yea,yea)
sippin that wock, mix it with tris, im high as a bitch (yea,yea)

it couldve been me and you, like what do you got to prove?
like what do you got to prove oh-

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CHORUS - vlxdnem

tired of the politics, yea im tired of the games.
know me a couple of guys, that goin switch up for the money or the fame
and nigga you really a lame, how the fuck you switch up on me?

you was my twin, my brodie, thats how its supposed to be!
man shit is not tha same, like what happened to gang?
like what happened to truth? all this pain dont know  what to do

all this shit been fuckin the mood, i know they hopin i lose x3 (yea!)

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VERSE - conez

Got money now niggas switched up
Fw my n*gga Swisha 
It’s Me nd Vlad keep da blick tucked 

Baby don’t lie
Come say your goodbye…
For you ima die

Baby, it was never the same 
Baby girl why would you switch up you lame
Girl I don’t fw you playing them games
You picky and choosy might switch up the name 
Been doin this shit it was never for fame 
Ima thief In the night yea im stealing ur chain 
You play with my heart that shit got me drained.

not tha same! ft. conez ( prod. pax )

(scrap tbh)

CHORUS - vlxdnem

yea im running out of time, feels like im losing my mind.
i say im okay, but im really im not fine.
yeah im tryna make things right, yea not tryna fight.
make you mine, oh make you mine.

where were you at? you threw my heart in the trash!

i need u back x4

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VERSE - vlxdnem

i think im losing control, baby girl doing the most.
why you aint calling my phone?

please. dont. leave me alone. x2

please just talk to me, like what do you want from me?

i needed yo company.

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CHORUS - vlxdnem

yea im running out of time, feels like im losing my mind.
i say im okay, but im really im not fine.
yeah im tryna make things right, yea not tryna fight.
make you mine, oh make you mine.

where were you at? you threw my heart in the trash!

i need u back x4

#needuback ( prod. ayceboy144 )

how? x10
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how?.. how do i do it?
im speaking vladanese, im way too fluent

if i see it, i want it, i choose it.
yea, you know imma cop it!
that nigga talkin way too much, lil nigga stop it

if its not about money dont get me involved
just like a maverick im ready to ball

my money stupid, its tall
see da opps, they hoping i fall
see da opps, im making a call

we finna gun em down

100 rounds, 100 rounds.

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lil bitch im richer than u! ( you, you n you )
stupid bitch get on my nerves
im on da X, imma fly like a bird (yea, yea)
im ready to lurk, fuck it im ready to swerve!

lil bitch i do what i want, lil bitch i buy what i want
we smoke dat boy like its runtz, i dont be givin a fuck

you get killed for a couple of bucks, you get killed for a couple of dollas
im rockin the gucci, the loui, the latest designer, im lovin the prada!

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how? x10

how? ( prod. 406ahmad )

jace! ( prod. soulless )

(STEPH! - VERSE & CHORUS)

im in the function and i got the pole
speaking on gang then we goin let it go
walk in the trap and im takin yo ho
but i cant cuff on her no! , all of dat cappin put you on the floor

i get to the bands, yeah i get to the dough
speak on my name, we goin kick down yo door!
cant love on no thot cause yo bitch be on go

bullets eat like a meal, im sippin on- i love how it feel
got a white shooter, think his name was bill
you bitch she bad and she off da pill
but no i cant love on her! my brodie he fainting, yea he off a perc
speak on gang den we put on that nigga ona shirt!

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(VLXDNEM - VERSE)

off dat perc imma catch me a homi
im a god, bitch im feeling like kami
you want smoke, bitch know where to find me
das yo bitch but she callin me papi
and these niggas be doing the most! , i see a opp we goin turn him to ghost
yea me and my niggas on go, i gotta my choppa its ready to blow
feel like uzi im hitting roll, we got choppas goin bust at yo door
and my diamonds be tecca on glo, choppa fresh it be hittin the folks

and how can i switch on da bros? how can i switch on da guys!
lil bitch im high as a kite, lil bitch im high as a bitch
yea, i keep a glock on my hip! dat nigga mad he aint rich
yea lil bitch im back on my shit, yea lil bitch im rockin dat prada

im on dat perc im hot like a sauna, do what i want, i do what i wanna
how the fuck am i washed? slide me any beat, spaz on dat shi, i put it on god i aint showin remorse! 

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(CONEZ - VERSE)

I’m In the function back at it again. 
Me and My niggas we only gon win 
I’m praying to God to keep me from the sin
LIKE DAMN!, That’s how i walk in the party 
LIKE DAMN! I know that bitch she a smarty
DAMN! Pretty luh bitch on my body 
DAMN! Pretty luh bitch she a thotty 

Off of the perk she a hoe
Stay by my choppa i’m lettin shi blow 
All of my niggas on Go!
Always be strapped we ain’t lettin shi show 
NO! No, we can’t run that shit back
NO! You know the gang never lack 
NO! My niggas be smoking your pack 
NO! Always spazzing onna track

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(STEPH! - VERSE & CHORUS)

im in the function and i got the pole
speaking on gang then we goin let it go
walk in the trap and im takin yo ho
but i cant cuff on her no! , all of dat cappin put you on the floor

i get to the bands, yeah i get to the dough
speak on my name, we goin kick down yo door!
cant love on no thot cause yo bitch be on go

bullets eat like a meal, im sippin on- i love how it feel
got a white shooter, think his name was bill
you bitch she bad and she off da pill
but no i cant love on her! my brodie he fainting, yea he off a perc
speak on gang den we put on that nigga ona shirt!

function ft. conez , steph! ( prod. chrxme )

lyrics - 

bitch i- bitch i chill where da bros at, 
niggas want me dead with a toetag x3

walked in the party, where da hoes at?
way to high i got jetlag
bitch im makin money, but you knew dat

bitch i swerve in a hellcat, bitch i swerve in a tonka
bitch im off the x, im a goner

baby do you miss me? bitch im countin 100s, countin 50s
bitch im the king in my city, chain so big it didnt fit me x2

miss me? ( prod.sl4yyer! + slidly )

🦇🤝 @swishuh

vladdy - 

who the fuck is this nigga?
you not that guy, that dude
you not that muhfuckin dude
bitches be fuckin my mood, bitches be fuckin my groove
bitches be fucking the mood (ouuu)

bitch im a god, "eternal"
bitch i been sippin this purple
im on the X goin circle
they hate, but how bout now?
we put em down like the pound
fuck it, we ride around town
these niggas asking me how..

how? how do i do it alone?
how did you go on yo own?
bitch i got view like a drone
bitch i got view like a drone!




swisha - 

me & the gang goin up
me & the gang going dumb
I’m fenna slide with that drum
Promise you he getting slumped
Yea you better move ( 3x )
I promise my niggas gonn shoot
I’m fenna slide now he doomed
He gonn get sweep like a broom
I got a chop and that shit going boom
Hop in that mf whip going zoom
Hop in a trackhawk jeep, that shit going zoom
That bitch wanna fw the gang yea she wanna come to the room 
I just been stacking that cash lil bitch since I came out the womb
Put a lil price on his head lil bitch now they pull up he gone
Who in the fuck is nigga?
Fenna pull up wit that trigger
My niggas we counting them figures
I’m fenna fuck on ya mistress
I’m fenna fuck on ya bae
I’m fenna fuck on ya main
Yea these niggas be lame
So you betta stay in yo lane!

dat dude ft swisha ( prod.teewaa2k )

i think im good on my own
i think im losing my mind

ion kno how fight it
ion know how to fighttt

I think ima cryy
ugh I think ima cryyy

and if its goodbye, at least we tried

ian been good in a while

I'm in denial
idk who to dial..

idk who to call
I think ima fall x2

at least we tried. ( prod.tebasaki )

dead broke ( prod.saehjn )

bitch ima buy what i want to
walk in bitch and i buy what i want to 
numba 1 with the money, its not u 
percocett got me sick, like da damn flu  
we outside with the gang, the soowoos 
we get lit, do u wanna come through?
nigga dumb, he dont gotta damn clue
 ran on him, do we gotta issue?

chris dior on my feet, im religious
cant relate, his pockets anemic
im on go, frm start to da finish

and im mr get in that jam
im mr get in that mode
im making music, im changin the flow, im tryna get to that dough  

im tryna - go invisible , just like its ichigo
masked up, gon aim through the peephole
hit that lick then we get to adios 
hit that lick then we get em gone

blow it up , hmm jus like im gon
and yo bitch, she singing my songs
shit fat, cant look at the thong
im hit that bitch up, till the morn

she wanna come to the casa
we gettin lit at casa
she finna gimmie dat mata
i make her sing, like lala
laugh to the bank, like haha

ichigo! ( prod.bwser )

my bitch left me

aint goin prod longboystyle

lyrics -

it was just me & lil bro
me and luh bro hadda walk down - hadda let these niggas know
we hadda up the pole, up the pole - let it blow
we hadda up the pole, hell nah cant fold

we hadda up the score x4

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no you cant get it back
no you cant get back all the time we had
life going to slow, member all the lies that you said?

uhh but a young nigga cant trip
uhh but a young nigga makin bands
young nigga makin racks, uh but at the same watch ya back
same time, gotta watch out, gotta creep through, thats a fact

cant stress bouta bitch
cant stress bouta nat
cause a young nigga need a bag x2

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it was just me & lil bro
me and luh bro hadda walk down - hadda let these niggas know
we hadda up the pole, up the pole - let it blow
we hadda up the pole, hell nah cant fold

we hadda up the score x4

up the score prod slim

3 prod sladerr

yall done got me fucked uhh
that boy out of luck yuh

you can get hit with stick
you can get hit with blick
(pop my shit)

yes we be outside
yes i put it pain
(evident)

i gotta hella opps
you can get smoked like cig
(smoke like cig)

this the life i chose
thats just how it is, how it is

bad bitch, she wan fuck, she wan fuck.. uh yuh
bad bitch, yes i put that dick, ugh inna guts

we outside, why is they playin wit me, lil bitch imma go up dat fye

i blow it up, just like its 4th of july, we putting him down where he lie

gun go boom, gun go bow, big ar its makin a sound
she wan ride, ride round town, she fuck with the kid, she gon see what im bout

it was just me an lil O, we hadda go up the score, yk how it go

i hadda stay 10 toe, opps gon talk that shit but i aint gon fold

if you dont know me now, now yk me now
this my sound

hi my name is vlad, they know what im bout, make em proud
hi my name is vlad, i love smokin loud, high like cloud
just give me my crown, i aint wasting, my time now

imma keep p, ima keep flee, be like me
niggas cant compare, you aint on my level
(basically)

and im not rapper, please dont call me that, i am me

nigga i am me, nigga i am he, who is he?
nigga who is that?, aimin at yo cap, at yo brim

feel like michael b, cause i sin

in ha guts prod pitsearches

[Intro]
(What they talm bout? What they talm bout?)
I— I only fuck with the Asian hoes
I’m an island boy — (real Zoe shit, real Haitian shit)

[Chorus]
(Timeout) — this bitch bad as hell, think she Japanese
I got that bitch on her knees, I got that bitch on her knees

We in that function (yeah, yeah) — we ‘boutta get lit
(Timeout — yeah, you betta, you betta uh)

(Oh, we ‘boutta get lit!)
Get out the room
Get out the room
Get out the room
Get out the room
Get out the room
Get out the room
Get out the room

[Verse 1]
Hell nah, I don’t got no stylist
Issey its all on my body — you can’t even buy it (timeout)
I’m Mr. roll with the niggas who ready for violence
Bitch, I’m a thief in the night — we gon’ move up in silence

(Timeout) I’m on the X again, I’m on the shrooms
These niggas talkin’ the most, goddamn it — gon’ meet ya doom

We got them guns in the back — yeah, you betta get out the room
Bitch, I been high in the sky with Buddha — I’m ready to zoom

And— and— and no, I don’t take no L’s
No, I don’t take no L’s — I beat on that pussy, I’m givin’ it belt

Bitch, I been crackin’ the ceil, hang with them niggas who keepin’ it real
Bitch, I been crackin’ the ceil — h-hang with them niggas who keepin’ it real

[Chorus]
(Timeout) — this bitch bad as hell, think she Japanese
I got that bitch on her knees, I got that bitch on her knees

We in that function (yeah, yeah) — we ‘boutta get lit
(Timeout — yeah, you betta, you betta uh)

(Oh, we ‘boutta get lit!)
Get out the room
Get out the room
Get out the room
Get out the room
Get out the room
Get out the room
Get out the room

Get Out The Room Prod Napalm

[Chorus: VLXDNEM]
It’s so funny to me, how these niggas be weird — they losin’ the plot
I put a bag on my bitch, ain’t nun new, we dress up outta da box
I’m mista top 3, not 2 — they prayin’ I fall, I call it demise

Bitch, I been fightin’ my demons, they schemin’ — they want a young nigga to go head n’ rot
Yes, it’s a big body Porsche — I’m whippin’ that bitch, goddamn, I slide off the lot
If we got a problem, I solve ’em, I line ’em and chalk ’em — lil’ bitch, I’m sendin’ them shots

666, 666 — hell yeah, you goin’ to hell

[Verse 1: VLXDNEM]
We know he ready to sing, he ready to tell
Free all my niggas who up, who stuck in a jam, who be in that cell
Bitch, I’ma aim at his cap, I’m puttin’ a dent right up in his shell
I got that Glock in my right hand — b-bitch, I feel like Odell

[Verse 2: Swisha]
Catchin’ the racks — I feel like Odell
We laugh to the bank, we breakin’ the scale
We creep through the night, feelin’ like a vamp
And we been gettin’ these racks, nigga, can’t you tell?

Up till the morning, ’cause I want to — yeah
And she askin’ for money, gotta tell her no
Do this shit for the gang, do it for the folks
I been gettin’ too high, pour another four

Ima back out the Glock, make him do the woah — do the woah
I been money-makin’ in my zone
When she saw the money, said “Hello”
And you know it’s nun to get ’em gone

And his bitch on my dick, callin’ up my phone
Stay with the guys — never do you wrong
We gon’ send him to hell, hit him in his dome — send him to hell!
We finna send that boy under

And I been the shit, nigga, like a plumber
He said that he broke — nigga, that’s a bummer
Hit his bitch from the back, beat her like a drummer
He catchin’ the fye, call him Travis Hunter

And I’m catchin’ the vibe, glidin’ on this bih
And that nigga so broke — that shit make me sick
And I stick to the code — fye up on my hip

[Chorus: VLXDNEM]
It’s so funny to me, how these niggas be weird — they losin’ the plot
I put a bag on my bitch, ain’t nun new, we dress up outta da box
I’m mista top 3, not 2 — they prayin’ I fall, I call it demise

Bitch, I been fightin’ my demons, they schemin’ — they want a young nigga to go head n’ rot
Yes, it’s a big body Porsche — I’m whippin’ that bitch, goddamn, I slide off the lot
If we got a problem, I solve ’em, I line ’em and chalk ’em — lil’ bitch, I’m sendin’ them shots

666, 666 — hell yeah, you goin’ to hell

Hell Ft Swisha Prod Fendi

[Intro]
Nah sayin’! That bitch was too crazy
Met that bitch off the block tho (real shit)
Bye bye! Bye bye!

[Chorus]
I miss the days when I stayed out the way
I left the bitch, hadda leave with a bang
Outside steady be plyin’ that pain — you not for me, you not in my range

Diamonds on diamonds, bags on bags — I bought for you, ungrateful bitch
I hadda leave that hoe, she do too much — lil’ nigga, I hate that shit

Easily replaceable — you’re easily replaceable

[Verse 1]
We in that crib, we argue ‘bout nun — I’m startin’ think you argue for fun
Your clothes on you, it cost a ton — your clothes on you, where you get that from?

This bitch — think she the prize
This bitch — playin’ with lies

You ain’t the wave, you just ridin’ the tide
I leveled up, you just stuck on the side
Money keep stackin’, my pockets get wide
You still in place while I’m takin’ a ride

I’m in that field while you still on the line
I’m pushin’ forward, you stuck in your pride
I’m countin’ wins while you countin’ ya tries

My circle solid, can’t let out the spies
M-my circle solid, can’t let out the spies

[Chorus]
I miss the days when I stayed out the way
I left the bitch, hadda leave with a bang
Outside steady be plyin’ that pain — you not for me, you not in my range

Diamonds on diamonds, bags on bags — I bought for you, ungrateful bitch
I hadda leave that hoe, she do too much — lil’ nigga, I hate that shit

Easily replaceable — you’re easily replaceable

Easily Replaceable Prod StanTheKid

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Nigga, I’m so damn horny
I’ma fuck my racks and make my pockets pregnant
(Make my pockets pregnant!)

[Chorus]

I make racks in multiple ways
Ran it up, been stackin’ the pape — they wonderin’ why, they stalkin’ the page
I got ties with niggas who makin’ the cho, who pavin’ the wave
How the hell you gon’ hate on the kid? Stay on that side — yeah, you betta stay

I’ma fuck my racks, make my money spread, make my pockets pregnant
The racks done came with blood, but I kept it quiet, I know that lesson

I’m a double-O agent, ready to kill — yeah, I’m ready to spray
If it ain’t bout money, don’t call my phone, dont stalk my page — no way

[Verse 1]
I hadda double it down — double the racks (yeah), double the pay
This nigga dumb as a bitch, he ain’t makin’ no money, goddamn, he ain’t got the cake

And I’m off the wake-up (oh my, my) — how the fuck am I gon’ make racks today?
Am I gon’ hit play? Am I gon’ hit that lay?
I’m tryna strike sumn, I’m tryna hawk sumn down

I feel like TB12 — I’m good in that pocket, lil’ bitch, I’m good in that field
If she ain’t givin’ brain, can’t be no trick, lil’ baby, I’m keepin’ it real
Fuck that bitch one time, then passed to bro — it’s alley-ooper-ville

Alley-oop to bro like he wore 3
Makin’ racks is easy — make that racks like 1-2

[Chorus]

I make racks in multiple ways
Ran it up, been stackin’ the pape — they wonderin’ why, they stalkin’ the page

I got ties with niggas who makin’ the cho, who pavin’ the wave
How the hell you gon’ hate on the kid? Stay on that side — yeah, you betta stay

I’ma fuck my racks, make my money spread, make my pockets pregnant
The racks done came with blood, but I kept it quiet, I know that lesson

I’m a double-O agent, ready to kill — yeah, I’m ready to spray
If it ain’t bout money, don’t call my phone, dont stalk my page — no way

No Way Prod 15drtt

[Intro]
I got that K on my side — don’t worry about, don’t worry about me
Issey Miyake, it’s all over me
In that all-black truck, bitch, I’m ’bouta OD

They keepa eye, ehhh...
They keepa eye, ehhh...

They keep a eye on a nigga (oh yuh)
I’m already knowin’ you wanna be me
Already knowin’ you wanna be me

They — they wanna, they wanna be me
But — but — they cannot see me

Grabbin’ her waist, I’m thinkin’ she BB
Grabbin’ her waist, Im thinkin she feel me

High as a kite, I feel so tiki

[Verse 1]
She said, “Vlad, are you a bad man?”
She said, “Vlad, are you a bad man?”

I said, “Baby, I’m not a bad man.”
I’m not a bad man — but I got bad hands
Ain’t got no Perc, I’ma turn to a sad man (yuh)

All black, I’m lookin’ like Batman
I’m rockin’ Issey, she like the fashion (yuh)

Yeah, we got big-body Dracos, all in the Tahoe
You know the gang on go

I hadda go get my racks up, go get my bag up
Can’t be no broke man, no

You seen my bad side, I’m not a bad guy
Livin’ my life like it’s Mad Max, yuh

I’m in that field makin’ big hits, yuh
Call that lil’ boy up — that’s a big sack, yuh

Oh yeah, that’s a big sack
You in a big pack, yeah

[Chorus / Outro]
I got that K on my side — don’t worry about, don’t worry about me
Issey Miyake, it’s all over me
In that all-black truck, bitch, I’m ’bouta OD

They keepa eye, ehhh...
They keepa eye, ehhh...

They keep a eye on a nigga (oh yuh)
I’m already knowin’ you wanna be me
Already knowin’ you wanna be me

They — they wanna, they wanna be me
But — but — they cannot see me

Grabbin’ her waist, I’m thinkin’ she BB
Grabbin’ her waist, Im thinkin she feel me

High as a kite, I feel so tiki

Dont Worry Prod Chxsen

[Intro]
I’m mista up that switch
Oh, you not that rich

I’m in that Southside — I hang with killas, I hang with pits
Yuh, my life changed when I hadda go up that ARP — yuh
My diamonds shine when I’m that dark — hell yeah, they ready to bling, ye

Jail? I can’t go to jaillll
Send that boy to hellll — aimin’ for the kill
What? I’m sooo paleeee — marijuana got me paleeee
Yeah, gotta go get that jugggg — twin, I got yo baillll

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I’m a good-ass nigga, I know how to treat her well
Ehh, if you broke as hell — no munyun? You betta kill yoself
I hate when niggas nice, you can tell they fake as hell
Ehh I got paranoia — can’t trust nobody, not even myself

I’m in that field for reallll
Catch that bih like Dellll — shout out Dellll
You know he ready to spillll, uh
Yuh, the bitch wanna drink my kids — goddamn, she off the pill

Yuh, if the head real good — goddamn, I’ma splurge that green like kale
I’m finna fly out to ATL, uh
It was just me and lil Jay — goddamn, we was up in ATL, uh
We hadda break that bread, hadda keep it real, hadda clutch that steel

‘Round town with that big gen — yeah we don’t give no fuck how you feel
And my bitch so bad — yeah, her nail done, her hair done
I give a fuck ‘bout the price, you know I’ma send it, I got that Venmo
Uh, if she can’t give no top — goddamn, you know she ain’t get nun

I’m in that trap, I’m cookin’ that shit — goddamn lil bitch, you want some?

[Verse 2]
You can’t trust me at all — you might just get jugged
We told opp, step up, uh — we know he not ‘bout nun, uh
I done ran off on the plug, uh

I’m off the X, I’m numbbb — can’t think straight, I’m dumbbb, uh
Yeahhh, I got off on youuuu — hadda keep my tooool
Fuck a principleee — boy, you not coooool
I need money, jewwww — I’m a teacher nowww, take dat boy to school

[Chorus]
I’m mista up that switch
Oh, you not that rich

I’m in that Southside — I hang with killas, I hang with pits
Yuh, my life changed when I hadda go up that ARP — yuh
My diamonds shine when I’m that dark — hell yeah, they ready to bling, ye

Jail? I can’t go to jaillll
Send that boy to hellll — aimin’ for the kill
What? I’m sooo paleeee — marijuana got me paleeee
Yeah, gotta go get that jugggg — twin, I got yo baillll

Jugg Prod Drumdummie

[Chorus]
Bitch, I already won
We ’boutta get ya gone
I got that Perc in my lungs
Oxy-codeine — leave you done

I got my lean, ’boutta boot up
I’m ’boutta meet God, Buddha
You ain’t seen what I saw — my stick BK, it’s finna rula

Yo bitch screamin’ my name
She ’boutta give me top
These niggas broke as hell, they ain’t makin’ no money — you really a bum

Bitch, I been chasin’ that bag
I’m cheesin’ that cheese like every month
The Percs done took my body — yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m in love

[Bridge]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse]
Do you like money n’ sex?
I got that X on my chest
You know I do it the best
Bitch, I been stackin’ my checks

Run up — get hit with the TEC
Fill that boy up with the lead
And no, it don’t make no sense
Ehh, I already won — ehh, I already won

Why would I up the score if I already won?
Why would I up the score if I already won?

[Chorus]
Bitch, I already won
We ’boutta get ya gone
I got that Perc in my lungs
Oxy-codeine — leave you done

I got my lean, ’boutta boot up
I’m ’boutta meet God, Buddha
You ain’t seen what I saw — my stick BK, it’s finna rula

Yo bitch screamin’ my name
She ’boutta give me top
These niggas broke as hell, they ain’t makin’ no money — you really a bum

Bitch, I been chasin’ that bag
I’m cheesin’ that cheese like every month
The Percs done took my body — yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m in love

Yeah Already Wön Prod Chxsen

I remember I was down bad — I was dead broke
This nigga talkin’ the most — we gon’ aim at his body, his goddamn fitted
I’m mista count my check, my money, my cho — man, I’m ’bout my digits

If you ain’t makin’ no money — goddamn lil’ nigga, go mind your business
I hadda go get my racks — they wouldn’t believe me, goddamn, I made it

[Verse 1]
I feel like Jeff, by the way I’ma go head and jump off the top-top rope
Goddamn — top-top rope
Hell yeah — yeah, pour that 4

I’m mista top-top 3
No, I ain’t top-top 2
Bitch, I been crackin’ the ceil, this ain’t nun-nun new

I got your bitch in the backseat — she ’boutta air out the whole damn crew
She knowin’ I’m goin’, she knowin’ I’m goin’ — you know how it do

I’m in that function, goddamn it — and bitch, I been hittin’ my goddamn dance
Uhh, I’m the man with the plan — I got my choppa, I’m leavin’ a dent

I hadda keep it a buck — you really a goofy, you really a fan
I-I-I hadda keep it a buck — you really a goofy, you really a fan

[Verse 2]
I’m not a regular nigga — I don’t do regular shit
I got your bitch in the back — she seein’ the diamonds, goddamn it, she feelin’ the kid

This bitch bad as hell — big ol’ booty, yuh, she hittin’ the splits, she hittin’ the splits (yuh)
She seein’ the kid (yuh) — she know how it is

[Chorus / Outro]
I remember I was down bad — I was dead broke
This nigga talkin’ the most — we gon’ aim at his body, his goddamn fitted
I’m mista count my check, my money, my cho — man, I’m ’bout my digits

If you ain’t makin’ no money — goddamn lil’ nigga, go mind your business
I hadda go get my racks — they wouldn’t believe me, goddamn, I made it

Dead Broke 2 Prod Gfelds

[Chorus]
I think I’m overly trim
I think I overly did it
I’m makin’ overly money
It get no better than this

I’m in love with dead presidents — your pockets be screamin’ for help
’Round town, I’m uppin’ that fye — the gen gon’ give you belt

You know I overly do it
I’m makin’ overly music
If it’s time to up the pole — you know I’m overly ready

I got that Drac on my side, goddamn — you know I’ma swing like machete
We put that boy on his ass, goddamn — now he can’t see like Fetty

[Verse 1]
We know you not really ready
The bullet gon’ fly like confetti
And the bitch can’t give no brain — I’m kickin’ the bitch like Messi

You betta stay on that side — you cannot get with the guys
I cannot fuck with my opps — I put that bitch in my za

[Chorus]
I think I’m overly trim
I think I overly did it
I’m makin’ overly money
It get no better than this

I’m in love with dead presidents — your pockets be screamin’ for help
’Round town, I’m uppin’ that fye — the gen gon’ give you belt

You know I overly do it
I’m makin’ overly music
If it’s time to up the pole — you know I’m overly ready

I got that Drac on my side, goddamn — you know I’ma swing like machete
We put that boy on his ass, goddamn — now he can’t see like Fetty

0verly Prod UVT ASTRO

[Chorus]
I’m a real money chaser
I’m on that court — and bitch, I’ma ball like a Pacer
I was down bad on my ass — hadda go get the paper
This nigga not with the team — he get cut like a taper

[Hook]
Money
Money
Money
Get paid

The racks came in — it’s a good day
Run to the bag like I’m Usain
I cannot fold on the guys — is you sane?

Play— play with the racks like it’s 2K
Play— play with that hoe like it’s 2K

2 hoes in the back — I’m a 2-way (uh)
Run— run to the racks like a relay (uh)

[Verse 1]
Know me a couple niggas that want me to fold my crown — want the kid to decay
But I’m mista catch that bag — I’ma catch that bitch, yeah, just like DK

I hadda stand my ground, hadda stay out the way — lil’ bitch, hadda grow my roots
Opps gon’ get to talkin’, we got sticks — yeah, we got a hella Groots

You don’t got me fucked up
I’m not a rapper — but I let that blick talk

We got them K’s on standby — bitch, we ready for war (yuh)
I don’t be carin’ ’bout shit, bitch — I got my racks on floor (yuh)
Baby, you know where I’m at — baby, just open the door (yuh)

I hadda get in my bag — baby, I’m uppin’ the score (yuh)

[Chorus / Outro]
I’m a real money chaser
I’m on that court — and bitch, I’ma ball like a Pacer
I was down bad on my ass — hadda go get the paper
This nigga not with the team — he get cut like a taper

Money
Money
Money
Get paid

The racks came in — it’s a good day
Run to the bag like I’m Usain
I cannot fold on the guys — is you sane?

Play— play with the racks like it’s 2K
Play— play with that hoe like it’s 2K

Real Money Chaser Prod Uno

[Chorus]
I was down bad on the floor
I hadda go get my bag, ’cause niggas was talkin’ the most
I hadda go get my bag, ’cause no, I ain’t sellin’ my soul
Baby, don’t fuck up the motion — baby, don’t fuck up no mo’

I need more
I need more

I was down bad on my ass — now racks on the floor
Baby, don’t close out the kid — just open the door

[Verse 1]
I hadda get it myself — I hadda get moreee
If we ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, then get out my faceee
I hadda get off my ass — I came a long wayyy

Baby, don’t worry ’bout that — baby, go do it
They ’boutta laugh at you now — keep pourin’ ya heart in this music

They thought I was stupid
This how I do it
They ’boutta laugh at you now — keep pourin’ ya heart in this music

[Chorus]
I was down bad on the floor
I hadda go get my bag, ’cause niggas was talkin’ the most
I hadda go get my bag, ’cause no, I ain’t sellin’ my soul
Baby, don’t fuck up the motion — baby, don’t fuck up no mo’

I need more
I need more

I was down bad on my ass — now racks on the floor
Baby, don’t close out the kid — just open the door

Need More Prod Sky

[Chorus]
Baby, just leave me alone
Baby, just leave me alone
Baby, just leave me alone

Why won’t you leave me alone?
I hadda pop that Perc just to get back in that mode
These niggas not really wit’ it — they fuckin’ the flow

Please don’t call my phone — why would you call my phone?
Baby, just leave me alone — why won’t you leave me alone?

We got them K’s in the back, we keepin’ ’em ready — I put it on bro
I hadda go get the bag, was down on my ass — now racks on the floor

But please don’t call my phone — baby, just leave me alone

[Verse 1]
This bitch so bad, she be callin’ my phone
I won’t pick up the phone — ’cause she basic
These niggas makin’ no money, they really be broke
Yeah, they betta face it

I was just shippin’ the za — I’m cookin’ za, all up in the basement
I told my brudda, “Go get it, go get your bag, get up off the pavement”

Money motivated off the bag — like what is your plan? What is you chasin’?
Baby, just keep it a buck — is you really here, or is you hatin?
I need za in my system — this world is what I’m escapin’

And I’m ’boutta geek out my body — I’m ’boutta geek out my body
I’m makin’ money, this shit is a hobby (yuh)
Racks in my goddamn pocket — racks in my pocket, it look like a lobby (yuh)
Pull up and flex, got ’em watchin’ — pull up and flex, got ’em watchin’ like copy (yuh)

[Chorus / Outro]
Baby, just leave me alone
Baby, just leave me alone
Baby, just leave me alone

Why won’t you leave me alone?
I hadda pop that Perc just to get back in that mode
These niggas not really wit’ it — they fuckin’ the flow

Please don’t call my phone — why would you call my phone?
Baby, just leave me alone — why won’t you leave me alone?

Why won’t you leave me alone? Why won’t you leave me alone?
Why won’t you leave me alone? Why won’t you leave me alone?
Why won’t you leave me alone? Why won’t you leave me alone?

vladdy (@vlxdnem)

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