Charles Entertainment (SAIKO'S REVNGE x DatBoyJazzy x Prophet)

Weed, Percs & Xans

No Revnge (Prod.BNYX)

CARTIER WATCH (feat. Che)

howXfeel

HELL YUH

Kill My Friends

4. Lvcky Yøu

3. Smooth Criminal

5. All Eyez on Me (Album Ver)

Smell Your Fear (Tribute To Sasha)

Star VS The Forces Of Evil p.prodbyhead x Fl0wzy

Hype 2 p.Jadore

Dende p.15drtt

ptso w/c0stiik

R.I.P Prøphet p.15drtt

BHSAYL w/SAIKO'S REVNGE p.hoseph.

Night City Sinners p.DatBoyJazzy

walk inna trap make it jump
3.5 got a gen 5 tuck
she throwing her throat yeah i bet she a slut
whole crowd jumping they screaming out (WHAT!)
get the f*ck out my face if you ain’t tryna (F*CK!)
that boy not your man yeah he really a (CUCK!)
you act like a dog then get treat like a (MUTT!) 
yeah i got cheese habits 
spent 10 bands on a moncler coat n a rick owen jean jacket 
keep sippin on syrup i cant get up yeah i got lean habits 
i just pop my pills n smoke my blunt im in codeine heaven
i smoke way too much k2 yeah i might od in it 
i’m way too high im noddin off, so stop b*tchin
brand new drac extensions 
on my feet is dior christians not that true religion 
brand new ak came wit acog b*tch im never missin

im way too high i might od 
smoke that strand up nigga im smokin on xyz 
that b*tch wanna f*ck gotta it lowkey
you want you some bread better come wit a beam 
that boy wanna hop onna song told em send me some money that boy better pay up the fee
that boy gotta pay by the end of the week 
my d*ck in her gutz said it’s makin her weak 
say nigga stop fakin your high, can tell by the look in your face that your ass never geek
my b*tch said she don’t like her face or her ass so i go out n buy her a whole different cheek 
you know if the ball up top then im shootin that b*tch from the 3, yeah im way too elite with it 
corvette truck got 5 percent that tint your ass can’t peek in it, you way too high 
flying wit the birds your ass ain’t speaking it (way too high)
i make money every f*cking day, you wait till the weekend hit (way too high) 
pull up on your b*tch she tryna f*ck, i tell her we can hit (way too high) 
cullinan truck and it’s parked outside, i might go n f*ck it then flip
i bought a new gen n it came with a switch 
7.62 it’s gon aim at your hip 
i got cash now
that’s a man down, plenty rackz now, plenty rackz now, that’s a man down

RICK OWEN JEAN JACKET

get way too high ion even know the sun up 
she way too fried yeah i pop a perc to one up 
i tell a lil b*tch to shut up (shut up)
might drop me a bag at soho 
you say you mad so hoe (so hoe?)
i might dump that gas out
you doin all this fighting b*tch say what u mad about
but i aint mad now
i been doin bad now
oxycontin in my system make mad 
i’m way too high i can’t land now
i would cut my circle off if it meant being wit you
spend a couple bands wit you at jimmy choo 
you ain’t in my life i don’t know what to do
so i blow my bread on drug like oxy too
feel alive
b*tch im way too high i cant even feel my eyes
b*tch im way too fried i dont feel a lot 
b*tch i close my eyes n i swear i pray to god 
oooo god
he won’t save my soul 
comme des garçons
god please save my soul
he won’t save my soul 
they tryna take my soul
i’m tryna sell my soul
i’m tryna sell my soul
i’m tryna sell my soul

SOHO

baby tryna see what's up wit you lets go for a ride
i paid for her body that mean that i built her, im putting my face in her thighs 
 baby had no need to hurt you, they say the truth hurts so that means that i'll tell you a lie
it fucked up my head now im putting my face inna nine
still tryna figure out should i approach you or not
still tryna figure out if I got love for you, cause baby if not
still tryna figure out if all of the time was worth it, feel like its not
still tryna figure out if its still worth all the hurting, cause baby if not
im still tryna figure it out
im still tryna figure it out
this shit hurt now
feel like I ain't making a change, that's what you get when you stay inna house
I told her don't work for me
this aint about me, I just hope you get home safely
th-this hoe said she wanna hold my cheese, I told her say please
nigga laugh when we fuckin with the same hoe, cause im fuckin with his main hoe
im holding all my love for the right one, i aint letting go
bad bitch she be toting all of them guns, i aint letting go
I swear I-i swear don't be here when she sucking me
I can't fall in love with her, she always tryna make a scene
why you make our love a sacrifice, it's about what we building inside
like damn you be running too much, she said that we was do or die 
baby tryna see what's up wit you lets go for a ride
i paid for her body that mean that i built her, im putting my face in her thighs 
 baby had no need to hurt you, they say the truth hurts so that means that i'll tell you a lie
it fucked up my head now im putting my face inna nine
still tryna figure out should i approach you or not
still tryna figure out if I got love for you, cause baby if not
still tryna figure out if all of the time was worth it, feel like its not
still tryna figure out if its still worth all the hurting, cause baby if not
im still tryna figure it out
I'm still tryna figure out 
(still tryna figure out)
im still tryna figure it out
still- sti- still- still, sti- sti-
still tryna figure it out
I'm still tryna figure it out, I'm just tryna see
I got that black on my body I look like a beater
I jus been tripping off perks, I drop like 4 inna liter 
she said that im breaking her heart feel defeated
not talking bout love shawty gotta beat it
I sent you my word baby gotta read it
I feel that your heart on numb, but I swear that I never cheated
I gave you my everything back then baby was losing it all 
I went to the lord I had confession of my own, I done went full metal tony stark
never wanna lose I was 13 back then just tryna ball, got the shape of my car like a u-haul
forever me, this not a new one, I giving that guy up to buddah 
she wanna dance inna night I call her my luna
double cup purple in my sprite that's what im doin
you better be playing for keeps, but you best not be playing wit me
in a big body wrang no jeep, suicide that door they flying like bees
she need her a ring I got her, no cap no bap
baby tryna see what's up wit you lets go for a ride
i paid for her body that mean that i built her, im putting my face in her thighs 
 baby had no need to hurt you, they say the truth hurts so that means that i'll tell you a lie
it fucked up my head now im putting my face inna nine
still tryna figure out should i approach you or not
still tryna figure out if I got love for you, cause baby if not
still tryna figure out if all of the time was worth it, feel like its not
still tryna figure out if its still worth all the hurting, cause baby if not
im still tryna figure it out
I'm still tryna figure out 
(still tryna figure out)
im still tryna figure it out
still- sti- still- still, sti- sti-
still tryna figure it out

FIGURE IT OVT

all of my niggas will pull up wit guns make you run out the back 
i post on the block with all of my muhfukin slimes them muh fuckers screamin out slatt 
you pass me the money i don’t need a machine to count up a rack 
these bitches be talking that shit but they still be buying off shein that shit is too wack 
got a new gun issa m16 and it came wit a beam it came wit a strap 
white boy totin that gen 5 nigga look like charlie sheen if he got a tac
white bitch hopped on my dick like one time tell her to leave but she too attached 
she beggin me please like baby come back 
i’m just tryna leave know this shit a trap 
i pull out the beans n turn up the trap 
i say fuck you mean you know how to rap 
rick owen tee it go with the slacks 
rick owen jeans margiela the hat 
i pull out the beam
shootin my shot that shit too green 
you swear that bitch loyal but she tryna fuck on the team 
feel like icarly that bitch always causing a scene 
i live like a rockstar baby
look at my wrist its iced out baby
2 different bitches inside of the corvette truck can’t fuck wit my lifestyle baby
a-r-p
choppa shoot that shit wait choppa gotta sneeze
we take that loot right off his body like pubg 
i want that big body go hummer or go jeep 
don’t know which watch i want go patek or philip
i just throw some racks on it 
say she tryna suck my dick i tell her throw some ass on it 
latina bitch look way too fine n she got some sass on her 
i break her heart so she might cry now she singing sad songs 
i made 2 bands off them beats and that old ass damn phone 
i got shooters payroll
take your bread like damn folks 
big ass blaster on my arm i feel like mega man woah 
yeah n jadyn made this beat that’s shoutout to deadmanwoah

SLATT!

are you waiting for, waiting for this moment
something strange is going, strange is going on babe
how is it gonna change, when the ground is shifting under my feet
I could just go insane 
I could just go insane, go insane yeah
run that shit back 
oh that’s your hoe
i could tell that that bitch wanna crack 
nigga made 15 bands off of flippin that pack 
i was selling that shit on the low, i was selling that shit out the back 
your choppa it ain’t finna blow, yeah my shit really aim it go splat
i call up the plug, where the k2 at
in love with my drugs, got k2 tat 
she say she in love, but the bitch too wack
she hate when i’m high, but we hate you back 
n i can’t even lie yeah i miss my slatt
new benz truck n that shit matte black
huggin the road up inside of that scat 
slide onna opp finna raise that stat 
bitch we slide yeah, know that be my sli- sli-sli
uh yeah that bitch a 10 woah, yeah that bitch a di-di-
and right before the night ends imma make you mine yeah
n i know this shit ends, it’s gonna take time yeah 
like how does it
like i’m finna- i’m finna go insane 
i was finna drop me a band on you, i was gonna buy you that chain
like baby can you feel my pain 
that bitch can’t feel my pain 
see through like window panes
ride around town inside of that drop top
i just play with the hoe, man that hoe can get dropped off 
if i do a show then baby come pop out
that bitch just a fan, she’ll fuck for a shoutout 
i just made 200 bands, money trail long yeah that shit never ends
I just be serving that shit on the low
xd-45 got a beam n a scope 
he got a puffer, send shots at the coat
that bitch a freak she got white on her nose 
look for the body yeah nobody knows 
call up my dealer n get lines of the coke
i call up the plug, where the k2 at
in love with my drugs, got k2 tat 
she say she in love, but the bitch too wack
she hate when i’m high, but we hate you back 
n i can’t even lie yeah i miss my slatt
new benz truck n that shit matte black
huggin the road up inside of that scat 
slide onna opp finna raise that stat 
bitch we slide yeah, know that be my sli- sli-sli
uh yeah that bitch a 10 woah, yeah that bitch a di-di-
and right before the night ends imma make you mine yeah
n i know this shit ends, it’s gonna take time yeah
are you waiting for, waiting for this moment
something strange is going, strange is going on babe
how is it gonna change, when the ground is shifting under my feet
I could just go insane 
I could just go insane, go insane yeah

KENOPSIA

bullets connect like the hand so we have him a hi-five 
made like 30 bands off of the hotspot
heard that bitch wanna fvck cuz i’m too hot 
we send shots at the car like he tupac 
and the fiends love my dope i made 2 pots 
n her titties so big she need 2 tops
in that bentley mulsanne fvckin 2 thots
like welcome 2 sci-fi
he tried to step up to me, that shit wasn’t cool we letting then shots fly 
niggas ain’t fuckin wit they look like fool, cuz nigga i’m top 5 
nigga run up imma pull off
feel like melo not taking the hood off 
her titties too soft like a pillow 
dark skin bitch name willow 
i said when i die put the bottle right next to my body im gettin the pill off 
we shoot at that boy thru the window 
we roll that boy up cigarillo
feel like wemby im locked in the temple 
pop that boy like a zit or a pimple 
makin money this shit really simple 
so welcome to sci-fi
this shit just a construct, connect to the wifi 
when i fell in luv, from the first time we locked eyez
aint doin enough, but it feel like a lot guys

WELCOME 2 SCI-FI

yuh gen 5 aim at yo head 
i got niggas tryna smoke on fent
i got niggas that pour up red, i got-
bitch tryna fuck on me, said fuck that nigga now that nigga too dead 
too much water on your block now i slide by a nigga like sled 
7.62 gon take off your dreads
fine shit look too good in that dress
backdoor dunkin’ that shii on your head 
gen 5 puttin that nigga to bed
shotgun bullets gon hit at his chest 
said fuck 12 now he gettin arrest 
bla-black n white on diamonds my chest like the ref 
bla-black n white diamonds they sit on my neck 
bla-black n white bitches hit me up for the sex
black white swear this shit too good
black white truck flying through your hood 
sli-slide onna block ion think you should 
sli-slime hit my phone talkin bout what’s good 
sl- slime hit my phone talkin bout where slatt 
tw- twin geeked up yeah he smokin that pack
7- 7.62 hit that boy in his back
7- 7.62 yeah it count up a rack
yuh perky in my system
i been countin money since i was like 6 ummm
i just killed a opp now the score is like 6-0
posted up in cali i got stocks yeah up in cisco
i jus cracked that bitch n now i go wherever that bitch go
Latina bitch from mexico, we sippin on that casa 
OVO extended choppa, he said he want beef we cook him up like burgers onna whopper 
OVO come out that muhfuckin locker

BL@CK N WH!TE

say what’s up
we get high
it’s not enough
we too fried
i jus took a perc cant feel my eyez 
you say you in luv but i feel high
you say you in luv but thats a lie
oh my god!
I get high like miley cyrus
put that shit on fanatic, yeah ion need no stylist 
i jus mixed a xan up with the codeine i’m the highest 
you get high on life, i get geeked up off that molly 
best you listen when that money talking 
too deep in that cup no i can’t hear you, this that muddy talking
imma die rich put my body in that money coffin 
hotbox in the whip it’s too much smoke, hell yuh it got me coughing 
hell yuh it got me coughing
i just popped a x aint feel that shi its no reaxtion 
corvette truck it hug the road because my wheels got too much traction 
imma die behind my X
big ass truck a TRX
I’m still flexing on my exes 
know i’m never seeing heaven 
know i got my chains on, but my chest it feels too heavy
know i’m finna die young, but lord knows that ive been ready
I get high like miley cyrus
put that shit on fanatic, yeah ion need no stylist 
i jus mixed a xan up with the codeine i’m the highest 
you get high on life, i get geeked up off that molly 
best you listen when that money talking 
too deep in that cup no i can’t hear you, this that muddy talking
imma die rich put my body in that money coffin 
hotbox in the whip it’s too much smoke, hell yuh it got me coughing 
hell yuh it got me coughing
(this that sci-fi music)


I get too damn high so i can’t hear ya
i can see you creeping down the stairs uh 
this a gen 5 inside my hand yuh 
boy don’t test your luck don’t even dare 
gucci wallet i make hella money i get bands uh
bitch gon eat the dick n then i make her pull my pants up 
whipping in that porsche because i had fucked up my benz truck 
hold em down at gunpoint yuh you better put your hands up 
nigga want beef get shot what’s up, tryna find out who spun thats us
nigga want beef get shot whats up, tryna find out who spun thats us 
nigga want beef get shot what’s up, tryna find out who spun thats us
nigga want beef get shot whats up, tryna find out who spun thats us

NØ REAXTI0N / WATTS UP

got a 3.5 n gen
if the score down we win
mask down n jump out the benz
pop out bring all of your friends
pop out n bring all the xans
i can see through your lies when im wearing my cartier lens
that bitch tryna fuck n i tell her it really depends
i drop me a band on a rick owen belt n i make sure it go wit the pants
it's maison margiela, you only can get it if you ever took you a flight out to france
too much cash up in my pocket, shit cut up my hands
i got dirty money that shit talk to me all night
bitch i got necrosis sippin stuff up out that sprite
if i got my drugs n got my money we alright
momma said i'll die up in that cup, shit i might
this so old
i just popped a xan fuck up my soul
i can't leave the house without my pole
we don't fuck wit him because he told
got a 3.5 n gen
if the score down we win
mask down n jump out the benz
pop out bring all of your friends
pop out n bring all the xans
i can see through your lies when im wearing my cartier lens
that bitch tryna fuck n i tell her it really depends
i drop me a band on a rick owen belt n i make sure it go wit the pants
it's maison margiela, you only can get it if you ever took you a flight out to france
too much cash up in my pocket, shit cut up my hands

my nigga pop out jumpman
new gen 5 n it came off the hip n this shit finna come out dumpin
i don't give a fuck who he wit, if his kid is the witness then my niggas pop out n slump him
it's 2019 with the shotty, my niggas will pop out n fortnite pump him 200 pump
finna hop out n pop 2 at the pvnk 
pull out my dick n shoot 2 at your slut
im workin the drac n that shit finna dump
that nigga too mad cause his bitch tryna fuck
and fuck k9 i'll shoot at the mutt, fuck k3 k2 in the blunt
southside atlanta im smokin on runtz, ask that lil bitch is we fuckin or what
hit from the back put my thumb in her butt
open her mouth n she catchin the nut
feel like a barber im putting the clip to his head n then im gon line up the cut
going 200 inside of that bentley mulsanne you know that im dumping the clutch
feelin like bk i might lvl up, that bitch only mad cause her friend tryna fuck
i pop me perc yeah im goin insane
he a dead man woah yeah thats shoutout to gang
shotgun blast it'll bust at his brain
imma cut off his hand if he reach for the chain
shout out to deadman_woah, huh count up the bands lets go
huh dope in the bando woah, huh shoot up a dead man woah

all this money growing from me like the berry
all my hunnids blue nigga like the berry 
i make hella blues nigga like the bank 
you wanna make some racks? okay
blue hunnid couple tats? okay
200 pump wit a tac or K
I’ll never stab your back, okay? 
I’ll never stab your back
All of my niggas are snakes, they slatts 
putting money on they books
200k you can check the stats
get the money way they took 
get the money while they look
get the diamonds get the loot 
dior chain or leopard boots 
dior chain or leopard boots
dior chain or leopard boots 
luv her titties, luv her boobs 
luv to drink, i luv the booze 
I luv to win can’t never lose
i just mixed the perc up with the blue
I like to boot off the wake up
i stack the cheese like its queso 
i wanna fuck on your face hoe 
i see the judge then im puttin the case up 
i finna crash inna rental
in a rental, shii it’s the benz tho 
i want a benz oh benz oh benz oh  
im tryna spin yeah we putting yo mans up 
start puttin yo hands up hands up hands up 
so sick of my mental mental mental 
know this shit come out the locker mhm
my bitch body tea so clock it yuh 
a big body T a tonka yuh 
this soda it don’t even taste like sprite no more, it’s too much wock in here 
they said no guns in the club but i got my gen, i got my glock in here 
this shit fly
call my bitch up, “wanna torture me tonight?” 
so in love wit drank yuh i just poured me up a pint 
can’t be sober, on them pills i get too high
all this money growing from me like the berry
all my hunnids blue nigga like the berry 
i make hella blues nigga like the bank 
you wanna make some racks? okay
blue hunnid couple tats? okay
200 pump wit a tac or K
I’ll never stab your back, okay?
I’ll never stab your back, okay?
I’ll never stab your back, okay?
I’ll never stab your back, okay?
I’ll never stab your back, okay?

RAZB3RRY

this shit a lie
bad bitches on my dick i think that she bi 
that bitch tryna break in my heart like a spy 
evil ass nigga wit black in his heart yeah he shoot up the spot
like i could go drop me a band on ya head or i can go set you up with a thot 
i was like 15 just serving the crack wit my
uncle his ass put his face inna pot 
and no i can’t be wit the fake shit it’s either you real or you not, you not?
new watch this shi a g-shock, get shot
get hot we shoot up the block, the block!
cool down this pill imma pop! 
good show that’s shoutout to pops
watch regular show just to fuck on ya thot!
oh yuh
i sold my soul jus to see the sun yeah 
can’t wait to see the next time that shi coming up yuh 
know imma die young i ain’t goin up there, i ain’t goin upstairs 
She asked me if I was the moon would I try to look for the sun
Gotta pack-a-punch stick, nigga talk crazy slap him with the butt of the gun
We keeping the smoke in the air, my niggas fuck up your lungs
We spark it down like its muthafucking paper
I take yo hoe to the mat like Heath Slater
She giving me tooth alligator 
Like bitch get the fuck out the crib
White girl with them DSLs
Hadda repent to the lord cause i’m tryna get saved I can’t end up in hell
Heard a sucka shot in his face
We sending yo folks to the bells
I cut a head off a snake
Uh-huh, that boy tryna run and tell

SEE THE SUN!

shootin that gen from the side
i may not tell you the truth, but i’ll nvr tell u a lie
so much gas i be off of the boot, this shit really gettin me FRIED!
please do not step to the gang, i promise yo ass finna die
really in luv wit tha brand, got chrome heartz tatz on my eye
yo bitch she in luv wit tha man, my name tatted up on her thigh 
that bitch tryna fvck for a band, i’m tellin that lil hoe slide!
i count up the racks in my hand
i feel like a show on demand 
you tryna get racks but you ca-ca-can’t 
i count the rackies i count up the bands 
i count up the band man i fuck up a check 
i slide thru ya hood wit a new kriss vec 
i fvck onna bitch in ha pj inside of a pj
we fvck inna jet
we called your bitch to the back of the limousine she tryna twerk for the set 
all fun and games till the gang pop out wit some new music we break they neck
oh yeah we smoke a new strain in here i pull up
i just wanna flex 
i be off the dope my plug got new pack and i say that’s a bet 
i heard they don’t like how im running this shit i’ll air out the switch in your chest 
rko we finna slam, yuh she want a band for her nails 
now she want cheese for club? told her go work in some sales 
bad bitch talkin bout she wanna boogie i hit the electric slide
they was expecting a shot from the front

FRIED!

yeah i tell em bring the racks in 
bitch i only fuck on you because your accent 
i jus sell my drugs n bring them fucking packs in 
n you know i fucked yo friend so why you askin me? 
gucci goyard collab yeah that’s double g hmm
dior leopard boots that shit up on my feet hollon
bitch i own my house ain’t neva had a lease woah
pretty bitch with white toes up in alyx yuh 
pretty bitch from south of france her name elise huh
i just sent like 20 bands to alicia 
know a bitch that’s fuckin wit an ugly nigga woah
n you know im talkin bout- shh 
i could show you how to put that work in 
yeah that bitch she give me top, she give me kirk man 
bae i know you wanna fuck so close the curtain
if the hoe not sucking dick then that bitch cannot get a birkin no
yeah i send her hella racks because her ass fat
bitch i only wanna fuck on you because your assets
i got hella diamonds on my elliantte necklace
yeah i fucking dub the hoe because she gave me neck less
Said she want the neck
Let’s talk about the net worth
Turn around, take her down, show her what that neck worth
Talking to her friends bout how she ain’t know my next move
Text me, call me, baby want me all week
I don’t wanna hear about no bitch that want my next one
Shorty wanna fuck I told her, “get up and let’s get it”
How you talking like I ain’t been on my shit, it’s been a minute
Baby telling me she love me, so you yk I had to get on
Yeah she said she love my accent
I ain’t talking bout my speech, we get the racks in
Tapped in, locked in on my money and we stackin 
You know I never play when shit get down to crackin
Know these bitches shouldn’t play bout my business
Who’s is it? Who did it? Yeah, You best keep it zipped
We’ll click click up
Keep that slip lip up
When it’s triple 8 time
You best be on time

THA MOX ⁴⁰⁴

𓆩♡𓆪 I don’t wanna fight your shadow 𓆩♡𓆪

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