S3LFTITLED

Lyrics:

(W3BSTER)

Look me in the eyes when you’re telling me a lie
I need to know tonight, I don’t want a new surprise
The bitch done got me fucked up, she been with other guys
I don’t want to cry because I know it ain’t alright

Look me in the eyes when you’re telling me a lie
I need to know tonight, I don’t want a new surprise
The bitch done got me fucked up, she been with other guys
I don’t want to cry because I know it ain’t alright

(DARIAN)

It ain’t alright and when you see me you going to let out a sigh 
She say that she miss me, but she with other guys
You know you fucked up, but you always want to try
I heard all that same shit and I’m here thinking

Why would I put myself in that position that you were?
It just seems like you’re on a mission for the worst
I just want to tell you goodnight without a fight
But when you see I care, I’m just going to  fuck it right

(W3BSTER)

Look me in the eyes when you’re telling me a lie
I need to know tonight, I don’t want a new surprise
The bitch done got me fucked up, she been with other guys
I don’t want to cry because I know it ain’t alright

Look me in the eyes when you’re telling me a lie
I need to know tonight, I don’t want a new surprise
The bitch done got me fucked up, she been with other guys
I don’t want to cry because I know it ain’t alright

Where Have You Been?

Where Have You Been? (feat. DARIAN) [prod. soul99]

Lyrics:

Know that I’ve been shooting, these hoes, call me D rose
When I’m in that movement, know I hit it with precision,
This Ain’t no recruitment, I’ve been balling since a kitten
Catch me going stupid, You might need another listen

Rolling with gorillas, I ain’t talking faneto
No we ain’t vanilla, we ain’t sweet, call us keto
That diss was so cheesy, I mistake you for cheetos
Know this money easy, get the chips like a frito

You look like woah vicky, skinny nerd, get up off me
Riding like a city cab, mad that you ain’t get this cash
Mad you always come in last, I know how much you want that trophy, 
Homie you a bitch, you ain’t shit, you so phoney

Forever Glo

Forever Glo (prod. MelancholySykee)

Lyrics:

Don’t want you to talk about me dead
But you got me up inside my head now
Don’t you wanna talk it out instead
Cause I can whip it out and leave you fed now

We got no time to fuss and fight about love
We can get high and we can talk about us
We got no time to fuss and fight about love
We can get high and we can talk about us

I know I’m toxic and selfish, baby I get that
I know I’m stuck on my exes, but I’ll forget that
Trials and tribulations, it’s a mixed bag
I’m unorganized with my life and I know thats bad

Tryna fortify my sight so I can see you more
Tryna border up my christ so I can keep my soul
It’s getting harder and harder tryna play that roll
One day I’ll be a goner, gotta save my own

Going coast to coast, I’m going ocean to ocean
Going hoe to hoe, I’m going moment for moment
This shit is not a joke, it’s getting older than covid
Locked down and locked in, ready for some motion

I crossed the line when you saw the signs
That we couldn’t ride this out
That we couldn’t ride this out

Don’t want you to talk about me dead
But you got me up inside my head now
Don’t you wanna talk it out instead
Cause I can whip it out and leave you fed now

We got no time to fuss and fight about love
We can get high and we can talk about us
We got no time to fuss and fight about love
We can get high and we can talk about us

Talk About Us

Talk About Us (prod. DougieTheBlessed)

Another Friend /prod me

Lyrics:

Running up the bands just like a track meet
But I don’t even got no money so don’t ask me
I’ve been chillin’, smokin’ doobies in my bedroom
I don’t even wanna talk so don’t get mad please

I don’t even wanna walk like I got bad knees
Too much dope, I can’t get up off my ass cheeks
Fuck around and my bro hit you from a mile
Thats on god, I don’t play around, I am not a child

Pussy

We known to get wild, we some motherfuckin’ animals
She goin’ eat me up just like a motherfuckin’ cannibal
Nasty bird bitches, you know they love every part of me
I don’t gotta front because I know that they goin’ flock to me

I’ve been on the block and I’ve been hearing so much heresy
People alway sayin’ shit, but it’s never right next to me
Pussy ass people, they don’t understand the struggle bro
I gotta be lethal, I can’t leave without my cutter bro

Running up the bands just like a track meet
But I don’t even got no money so don’t ask me
I’ve been chillin’, smokin’ doobies in my bedroom
I don’t even wanna talk so don’t get mad please

I don’t even wanna walk like I got bad knees
Too much dope, I can’t get up off my ass cheeks
Fuck around and my bro hit you from a mile
Thats on god, I don’t play around, I am not a child

Heresy (prod. Kakuro Kun)

Lyrics:

Catch me like what’s up, what’s the plan now
I’m all ‘bout my bands now, I’m all ‘bout my bands now
When I sit down just to eat, I get the lamb now
I’m all ‘bout my bands now, I’m all ‘bout my bands now

Catch me like what’s up, what’s the plan now
I’m all ‘bout my bands now, I’m all ‘bout my bands now
When I sit down just to eat, I get the lamb now
I’m all ‘bout my bands now, I’m all ‘bout my bands now

I’m on all the bands now, shit you can’t replicate
No this is not Olson twins, no I’m not no Mary Kate
I cannot fumble the bag, I cannot fumble the money
And it gets to the point where I’m always just keepin’ it comin’

Always just keepin’ it thumbin’, my whole fuckin’ hand hurts
Try me, I’m gettin’ to dumpin’, put you in a damn hearse  
No we ain’t doin’ no stuntin’, we get to the bands first
No we ain’t doin’ no stuntin’, we get to the bands first

Catch me like what’s up, what’s the plan now
I’m all ‘bout my bands now, I’m all ‘bout my bands now
When I sit down just to eat, I get the lamb now
I’m all ‘bout my bands now, I’m all ‘bout my bands now

Catch me like what’s up, what’s the plan now
I’m all ‘bout my bands now, I’m all ‘bout my bands now
When I sit down just to eat, I get the lamb now
I’m all ‘bout my bands now, I’m all ‘bout my bands now

Banz

Banz (prod. Kakuro Kun)

Lyrics:

Bad ho, what you want from me
Got dough, lot of cash on me
Nice clothes and a sack on me
They’ve been tryna backdoor, tryna plot on me

Swear they got blueprints like Jay-Z
I think everybody lookin’ real shady
But I can’t let it phase me
Smoke on this weed, get lazy

Yuh, keep your enemies closer
Lost a lot of friends who were posers
I know how it ends, I’m a loner
I don’t got no friends, I’m a loner

Got real brothers, but they far away
Not blood brothers, but we all the same
I’d do anything for them
I’d do anything, yuh

(Oh)

(Anything)

(Oh)

(Anything)

Bad ho, what you want from me
Got dough, lot of cash on me
Nice clothes and a sack on me
They’ve been tryna backdoor, tryna plot on me

Swear they got blueprints like Jay-Z
I think everybody lookin’ real shady
But I can’t let it phase me
Smoke on this weed, get lazy

Poseurs /prod me

Lyrics:

Gas pack roll it up
Bad bitch in the cut
That bitch off the drugs
She doin’ ad libs on my nuts

I am not takin’ no shit from nobody
Pop out, got it on me
If you wanna try me I’m catchin’ a body

It’s been known that I’m the greatest 
Goin’ for all that paper
Don’t fuck wit’ trollin’ ass haters
I’m blowin’ past ya, see you later

It’s been known that I’m the greatest 
Goin’ for all that paper
Don’t fuck wit’ trollin’ ass haters
I’m blowin’ past ya, see you later

Everybody way too quick to judge 
Everybody lookin’ at me
Think I’m sittin’ here holdin’ grudges
Yeah, fuck you mean?

Fuck you mean?
Talkin’ tough to me
I got blades bitch
Run up on me, I got cutlery

If I want somethin’
I get it wit’ ease
It’s not up to you bitch
It’s up to me

I’m like a movie star when I roll up on the scene
I’m in a brand new car that you’ve never seen

Gas pack roll it up
Bad bitch in the cut
That bitch off the drugs
She doin’ ad libs on my nuts

I am not takin’ no shit from nobody
Pop out, got it on me
If you wanna try me I’m catchin’ a body

It’s been known that I’m the greatest 
Goin’ for all that paper
Don’t fuck wit’ trollin’ ass haters
I’m blowin’ past ya, see you later

It’s been known that I’m the greatest 
Goin’ for all that paper
Don’t fuck wit’ trollin’ ass haters
I’m blowin’ past ya, see you later

see u later /prod me

Lyrics:

All these hoes steady choosin’
I don’t know what I’m doin’ wit’ ‘em
I get back doored
I’m the second option

There’s an epidemic wit’ these whores
You better be cautious
I’m tryna tell you for your own good so you don’t go take your life and toss it

I know in reality, they hate me
I know in reality, they envy
I know in reality, they hate me
I know in reality, they envy

I’ma pop my shit regardless
I don’t care about a bitch, man I’m heartless
Fuck up out yo feelings, man go get that bag
Fuck up out yo feelings, go and get that cash

I’m just tryna be rich, man I need guala
Yo pockets anemic, they might need a top up
Tryna act hard, you a class clown, you so funny
You a motherfuckin’ broke boy, you ain’t get no money

(You ain’t get no money)

Yo pockets anemic, they might need a top up

(Ha, ha, woah)

You a motherfuckin’ broke boy, you ain’t get no money

All these hoes steady choosin’
I don’t know what I’m doin’ wit’ ‘em
I get back doored
I’m the second option

There’s an epidemic wit’ these whores
You better be cautious
I’m tryna tell you for your own good so you don’t go take your life and toss it

I know in reality, they hate me
I know in reality, they envy
I know in reality, they hate me
I know in reality, they envy

Hate Me (IG Remix) /prod me

10TOES

10TOES (prod by darian)

HEADSHOT

HEADSHOT (prod. cloud*)

SMOKINGLOUD

SMOKINGLOUD /prod me

2MUCH

2MUCH (prod. KillEmAllDanny)

ALTF4

ALTF4 (prod. cloud*)

lowdown

lowdown (prod. soul99)

BLEEDME

BLEEDME (prod. Kakuro Kun)

CONFIDE

CONFIDE (prod by darian)

DISWAY

DISWAY /prod me

i got the entire world in the palm of my hands /prod me

iykwik freestyle (B.O.R. Remix)

talk my shit freestyle /prod me

Lyrics:

Bitch I’m gettin’ bands to the ceilin’
Bands in my pants, yuh, fuck up out yo feelin’s
I don’t give a damn, fuckin’ up my image
Yeah I am who I am so you goin’ have to sit for this

I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit
I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit
I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit
I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit

I’m on so much sick shit, it might make you nauseous
And my homie got a blick blick, he been super cautious
This ain’t fiction, I don’t talk shit
This ain’t fiction, I don’t talk shit

Doin’ dirty, we goin mop em
Mop em, walk him down
Leave his ass lost and found
Leave his ass lost and found

Bitch I’m gettin’ bands to the ceilin’
Bands in my pants, yuh, fuck up out yo feelin’s
I don’t give a damn, fuckin’ up my image
Yeah I am who I am so you goin’ have to sit for this

I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit
I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit
I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit
I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit

I’m outside your crib in a brand new whip
I’m outside your crib in a brand new whip
I ain’t talkin’ Lays man, I get chips
I ain’t talkin’ Lays man, I get chips

Smoke it by the ounce, smoke it by the zip
I might need two accounts, I got so much shit
I’m on top of the mountain, I’m on top of shit
Drip down like fountains, I’m on messy shit

Bitch I’m gettin’ bands to the ceilin’
Bands in my pants, yuh, fuck up out yo feelin’s
I don’t give a damn, fuckin’ up my image
Yeah I am who I am so you goin’ have to sit for this

I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit
I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit
I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit
I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit

diff shi /prod me

Instrumental /prod me

Lyrics:

Drugs keep me comfortable
I don’t ever feel comfortable
Eat pills like Lunchables
I’ma Eat pills like Lunchables

I get bread like Uncrustables
I get bread like Uncrustables
If you wanna try me, we can rumble
If you wanna try me, we can rumble

I get so high, all I do is mumble
I’m so fried yeah, stuck inside a bubble
I just live fast, I ain’t talkin’ F1
I’ma take double dose, yeah, f one

I’m just kidding, next morning I ain’t left one
Next morning, left heaven and I went in hell
I swear I’ma angel, but I went and fell
I swear I’ma angel, but I went and fell

All I wanna do is chase a check
All I wanna do is chase a fuckin’ check
All I wanna do is fuckin’ flex
All I wanna do is fuckin’ flex

Drugs keep me comfortable
I don’t ever feel comfortable
Eat pills like Lunchables
I’ma Eat pills like Lunchables

I get bread like Uncrustables
I get bread like Uncrustables
If you wanna try me, we can rumble
If you wanna try me, we can rumble

im not a bad person /prod me

Forever Glo 2 (prod. NOwarh)

Giza (prod. tenshi x krain)

LIGHT IT UUUPPP!!! /prod me

Lyrics:

I just pulled up in a Bentley
I don’t understand why they all actin’ friendly
They all actin’ nice
I don’t understand why they act so enticed

They act so enticed
I just flooded out my neck and wrist wit’ ice
Now I know why, now I know why
Now I know why, now I know

Whip around like spaghetti
Pop out, pop out, pop out ready
Pop out, pop out, just like confetti
Bitch I need my money, I need my eddies

Bitch I need my money, I need my guap
I got bad bitches pullin’ up, wan’ suck my cock
Hopin’ that never stop, hope that never stop
Hopin’ that never stop, hope that never stop

I just pulled up in a Bentley
I don’t understand why they all actin’ friendly
They all actin’ nice
I don’t understand why they act so enticed

They act so enticed
I just flooded out my neck and wrist wit’ ice
Now I know why, now I know why
Now I know why, now I know

too friendly (prod. tenshi x herovim)

#bmm (prod. kade)

Lyrics:

Don’t get hit, don’t get hit
In that mix, don’t get hit
Don’t get hit, don’t get hit
In that mix, don’t get hit, don’t get hit

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah

I know I got money, bitch I flex up
This bitch wanna talk ‘bout racks until I flex up
Got so much money, I could bless someone
Pull up on my plug, I’ma bless him

I just need some bud and fix my tension
I’ve been feelin’ stress in my head, 
Life’s goin’ too fast, I just need to get a fuckin’ chance, 
I wanna do bad, this lil’ hoe, she finna give me neck
(This lil’ hoe, she finna give me neck)

Gang

You wan’ fuck around wit’ me than we can fight about it
I don’t give a fuck about your bitch or who you hang wit’
Know some people wit’ some blicks and they get dangerous
Yeah, all my enemies can suck a dick

I’m the type to fuck your bitch,
You the type that if I see you, I might hit a lick

all my enemies can suck a dick

I’m the type to fuck your bitch,
You the type that if I see you, I might hit a lick

I’ma paint the picture, feel like Van Gogh
Take your fuckin’ money and those fake clothes
I don’t give a fuck, I paint the city red
I don’t give a fuck, I paint the city red

Yeah, I don’t give a fuck about the feds
They tryna lock my homie up for a falsified offense 
Yeah, thought that I was trippin’ when I heard that on my phone, that's my brother 

Talkin’ shit, we got cutters
We got blicks, bullets for supper
If you in that mix, best get cover

Don’t get hit, don’t get hit
In that mix, don’t get hit
Don’t get hit, don’t get hit
In that mix, don’t get hit, don’t get hit

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah

I know I got money, bitch I flex up
This bitch wanna talk ‘bout racks until I flex up
Got so much money, I could bless someone
Pull up on my plug, I’ma bless him

I just need some bud and fix my tension
I’ve been feelin’ stress in my head, 
Life’s goin’ too fast, I just need to get a fuckin’ chance, 
I wanna do bad, this lil’ hoe, she finna give me neck
(This lil’ hoe, she finna give me neck)

DONT GET HIT /prod me

Lyrics:

Yeah

Yeah

Woah

Woah

Thot said she wanna get wit’ me, I don’t wanna get wit’ her
Block that bitch and I smoke my tree, yeah smoke my herb
I don’t like bein’ alone but this time I might be on my own yeah
I’on even trust these hoes so I cant even go pick up the phone yeah

Yeah I’m on cloud 9, can’t see out my eyes
Way too high, man I’m out my mind
I don’t like myself, I don’t like my brain
I scream out for help so I don’t go insane

Only thing cure my sadness, brand new bud and a brand new fit
Lowkey, I don’t really want no bad bitch
I just wanna flow and get rich

I just wanna go and get rich
Bread like a loaf
I wanna make it rain like my first name sophie

I’m off to the moon, outta orbit
I’ve been floatin’ ‘round the world like I’m tourin’
I can’t trust another girl, they been whorin’
I can’t trust another girl, they been whorin’ yuh

Thot said she wanna get wit’ me, I don’t wanna get wit’ her
Block that bitch and I smoke my tree, yeah smoke my herb
I don’t like bein’ alone but this time I might be on my own yeah
I’on even trust these hoes so I cant even go pick up the phone yeah

Yeah I’m on cloud 9, can’t see out my eyes
Way too high, man I’m out my mind
I don’t like myself, I don’t like my brain
I scream out for help so I don’t go insane

Block Button (prod. cloud*)

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