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

Dear America

[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’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

Easily Replaceable Prod StanTheKid

vladdy (@vlxdnem)