Bro I hope you know you have a banger on your hands 🔥😤

here before this goes mainstream 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Lyrics

trippin off a bitch but that ain’t wavy none
Imma just fall back cuz you want pressed but not the crazy one
Selling pussy save me some, I’ll make an investment 
I been thinking bout you throwing combo punches like this Tekken 
I been fucking up my section, Western Ave kid far from average 
See I am duality I fucks with Greedo and some Madlib
You mosquitos getting batted 
I’m Tim Andy with the Slugger
Ving Rhames of metaphors I just love the guns and butter
Watch yo fork don’t touch my supper
Niggas greedy trynna butt in
I been known for fucking shit up y’all can call me Joseph Budden 
I ain’t vengeful just his cousin 
Boy related to the chaos 
I shift blame like it’s a down gear I raise hell like is a seance 
I can’t front on the hoes
Hit that right on the nose
I went from plane right to the shows
Y’all ain’t on shit dawg and it shows, oh
X2
Hate to be that bearer of that bad news 
Watched my cousin stuff his arm with needles ain’t no tattoos 
Now I rock the sweats and women in em I’m a mad dude
Fuck then send her right back to her nigga like it’s casual 
Circle life circle of the game she gone fuck another nigga for his name
Check the news nother youngin slain 
If you bust a move Imma bust a vein
Head hunting, duck season, AH
I don’t even trust even I
I ain’t really ask niggas thoughts 
Only certain is niggas die!
Only certain is things change 
Fuck my savings imma buy a grill
Ruby red my eyes I’m off a pill
Diamond dick she say it give me chills 
Cold shoulder had to brush em off
Anything I ever loved I lost.....
Everything I ever wanted cost!

Hoes

Lyrics

Niggas hella fake
I cannot relate 
Daddy said “I’m good” 
Momma said I’m great
I will never stop no matter what it takes
Blue and reds flash mutha fuck a jake
Mutha fuck 12
I know sex sells
Got my dick out on ya Nextel 
On ya iPhone, on ya android 
Baby trippin but won’t say why she annoyed 
I be dealing with these hoes to fill a void
Bob and weave feelings like I’m kin to Floyd
Snatch a weave rip a track out 
I go harder Imma blow her back out
Think we went too far to ever back out
Think I went this hard to ever back down?
But they love me all the way to Sac Town or to Chi city
Running my city
Shooting jumpers trynna get to varsity 
But it’s only Blues
Imma blow a fuse 
Aspergers I don’t see the social cues
I just take it as I been paying dues
Where’s the payoff 
I need to layoff
Said I love her she said we was way off
Jordan meme I couldn’t even play it off
Fucking hoes I couldn’t even slay it off
Damn
Maybe we better as friends and then
If you ever change ya mind again
You can go head give the block a spin 
I’m tripping
Constantly blocking my blessings
I’m guessing 
I never will learn me a lesson
On 1st or the second
3rd or the 14th session
Sucka for you and I’m usually sucka proof
Oddly met parents then it was Poof
If it’s beauty in pain this the Golden goose
I got stake in this shit never been to Ruth’s
While y’all break In this bitch I feel hella loose
When you picking yo side ain’t no calling truce
Stomach famished need my pockets Bruce Bruce
I’ll even take a lil chubby 
I’m drunk off champagne ain’t no juice in my bubbly
Fumbling around I just hum like I’m Cudi
I jwalk in the party and dance like Im Buddy
Memory fuzzy
Shout out to Fuzzy
Crooked teeth but I never been ugly 
Attitude ugly but that’s why you love me

The Jordan Meme

Lyrics

Ran up in the spot me and the K
Talk calm to me fore you decay
Found his work caught him right where he lay
Name is Wil$on but did not come to play
AYE
AYE
fuck with me this is not what you want
I was broke now I’m up Imma taunt 
Sig hitting notes just like Avant
Masterful with it they call me savant 
Boujie wit it sip my tea with croissant
My new bitch an actress she love to tease
Broke her down now she all on her knees
Baby get up we do not roll with fleas
Whipping that Tesla she toss me the keys
UH
Never told a lie once
Might’ve caught a body twice
Threw a party on the 3rd 
Drinking problem threw up right on the curb
Coco Gauff only right that I serve
Never bothered but y’all got me Perturbed
UH
I will not lie you niggas got me hot
They ain’t pat me got my gun in the spot
Young and trippin member when I would flock
Now when I drop these bitches gone flock
Might sign with Hov and get rich off the Roc
Make bread off of pills that’s just how I deal
I really get ignant they know me for feels
I’m shooting a movie y’all catching the reels
I’m giving me chills
I’m shooting these stills
Been selling these swags 
Start giving me steals
But never ran out I’m giving refills 
Head shoting the game been racking up kills
The pressure is heavy im bending the levy
Moe rolling the grass a knockout im Teddy
I ride with a toaster cuz niggas is jelly
Can’t wait to stain yo seats like wasted spaghetti 
Ah
Born out the struggle im telling ya
Evil intentions im petty ah
Know to haunt dreams im Freddy 
Y’all still think I’m coming off mean I’m yelling ha!

Anthem

Lyrics

Bonafide star im a bonafide, dirtbag
hope it don't come with a toe tag
lost all my feelings in a cum rag
ghosted all my girls but I need you hoes to come back
what you mean you moved on?
how can I express my feelings in 10 songs
where do I start but baby its been too long
don't get to asking me bout another bitch
don't get to calling me by my government
we aint that cool we aint that cool
who coulda saw this of me in high school
face on billboards and at Nike Town
please don't touch the hair you dirtying the crown

Yeah baby its all in the timing 
had to get up off my ass and get on my grind
had to get up off my ass and get on my grind
had to get up off my ass and get on my grind
Yeah baby its all in the mind 
had to get up off my ass and get on my grind
had to get up off my ass and get on my grind
had to get up off my ass and get on my grind

My lil ego hurt
tho my head stay high
knowing that my pride got murked 
but I keep on looking to the sky like vert
got my heart on sleeve and my soul on shirt
dead insides 
why my eyes look tired
and why every verse coming out uninspired 
girl after girl done tried and tried
but they looking for a title I been going off vibes
Andre told you im "Ice Cold"
I hear trauma was en vogue

A Badly Bruised Ego

Lyrics

They call me
Mr. Dumbass
Mr. Heartbreak


Mr.Nut fast
Ms I need space 


Mr. Come last 
This a sweepstakes


Mr. Sabotage
I don’t leave grace 


Verse
 
Imma just be me and fuck it up 
No need me be such and such 
Egg shell walk like double Dutch
Speak my mind but mussle much

See we got beef fine deli cuts
That roast have me on double crutch
I feel but not real touchy touch
I trip  then pearls she double clutch

Trip light more like greatest fails
Low patience I fuck with Zelle

If shit take time like cash app
You might catch tude off contact

Bitch gone go through my contacts 
And see if  hates more abstract 

Gas light it wasn’t like that
And that Old news wasnt like that

Mr. Heartbreak

Lyrics
I had a fever 
Gone off the meter
My Mona Lisa
Fake Mother Teresa 

Run up a Visa
Kin of Geneva
Hell of diva
But I’ll never leave her

I can’t put in to words how much you mean to me
You spilt yo soul and I
Swear I ain’t mean to flee
Swear I ain’t mean to brew
Things that yo exes did
Things that yo exes do
Fucked up I’m calling you

Fella wit a big name
Talk a big game
Lady wit aminse pain
Kinda insane

Hennessy be on my mind
Whiskey be all on my mind
Now this bitch be all on my mind
Awwwwww
42 be on my mind
OG be all my mind
Sleep the day away missing my grind
Lord 
 Cleaning up I’m a beast without it
Really weak in the streets without it
Run it back I can’t sleep without it
Pussy good I can’t think without it
Walk talk even eat without it
Start wonder if I’m weak without it

Mother Teresa

1 - 800 - Heartbreak Interlude

THE LORDS OF SOUNDS AND LESSER THINGS

DOVE$BLEED

Bittersweet Cry

kulia

Lyrics

	“Bouts with depression 
I’m up in here stressing, the devil and liquor get better of me
Pussy just keep getting better to me
The worser I do her she wetter and wetter
She keep trynna leave me I never could let her
Wishing you failure in every endeavor 
I know that I’m petty a loser whatever
That L tatted on me with “V For Vendetta”
*DEEP SIGH*
Why must I be the bigger guy
Like I’m not a human like I never cry
I know niggas bitches even numbers lie
I know feelings simmer like heat rise 
You got hate that you been disguising 
Texts you steadily revising 
Moments you overly analyzing

BITCH
said it’s red flags but of course I ain’t see it
BITCH
Calling you bad names but of course I ain’t mean it
Bitch
Guess I’m a lil bit hurt
Don’t know if it’s pride that’s a lil bit worse 
Not too good with love feel a lil bit cursed

Who put the hex on me?
Damn, who put the vex on me
 
Who put the hex on me?
Damn, who put the hex on me
A lover or blood or ex homie
Shoot at the king best aim for the neck homie
For ya best homie get wet homie
On me

*DEEP SIGH*

Lyrics-

I Left my heart with the last bitch 
I find it harder to last wit
The mindset I’m far from average
Bitch I’m a star like Patrick 

I’m tripping balls that acid 
Or was it a pill or Cognac
I done forget I ain’t on that
I cut my loss I ain’t going back 

I kicked her ass to the curb, more like she did me dirt
More life more chances to get me hurt
Caught lacking my feelings gone get me murked/
Keep me busy, less thinking man gimmie work/
For I fall for a smile and a tiny skirt
You know it ain’t that bad women did me worse
I know it’s some real niggas that’s screaming church (churchhhh)

Well bet it up, 
I got some nerve I been doing much worser 
Bitch at Merced she was living off Mercer
Known for pop ups I was smashing my cursor/
Smashing that like button all in them dm’s/
Slide through the day and arrive in the PM
Out real late now my eyes look Korean
But all seeing with 3rd eye like Tien

Foreal
That’s how I know things ain’t good as you say it
You feeling a way and just too scared to say it

Seeing you struggle with options bae weigh it out
Treat that shit like the bathroom and air it out

Treat that shit like a bandaid and pull it off
I ain’t holding you Hostage call Willis off
I’m a fighter no Joey or chandler Ross 
Double dutched switching sides I feel double crossed 

Double dumb tweedle dee still be looking flee 
Roller coaster my life I’m still screaming WEEEE
I can see why my niggas abusing weed
I spend all of time on designers B’s
I spent most of my cash on designer t’s

If we argue I’m probably deflecting lessons
Dumping shit in yo lap for my own projection
Momma told me the tongue is a lethal weapon
So I lick on the  pussy receive my blessings

Mother Teresa

WIL$ON

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