classist remix

prod flakko

duck ya taco
i want hella cheese just like a nacho 
i spent big big bank inside of costco
ya that cake u owe i need it pronto
cant make my momma cry
slat caught him by surprise and left him fuck ass paralyze
baby girl just wipe your eyes 
to old for allat cryin
you fucked up a thousand times but i still fell for all your lies
and your the one that end up cryin?

straight designer clothes in the wardrobe
fur jacket momma said i dress old
why u hiding hiding hiding the beef is getting cold
talking on the guys slat gone come and take ya soul
im on the block with the slime tryna make us a lil sale
if i get caught with this drac they taking my dumb ass to jail boi what the hell
in the court room with a suit and a tie praying to god that the judge give him bail
mixin the molly with sprite when im off of them drugs baby girl i aint doing to well

if u need me holler got all the drugs in town
money in the air just brought a brand new bust down
i just put a couple bricks inside the stash house
i just stuffed a couple racks inside my momma couch

chorus again

i just popped me a lil something 
im telling you something 
baby girl was it for nothing
bae was it for nothing
tell me the truth stop the fronting im sick of the fronting 
geeked up asl smoking Russian im smoking on Russian
pull up to your job her mamma hey mama mama
i just wanna start a lil drama i love the drama
big bank carter big bank carter
broke boi broke asking folks for dollar

Costco

prodthrax

lyrics

bitch im carving at ya throat
carving at c-c-carve
carving at ya throat
carving at c-c-carve
bitch im carving at ya throat
carving at your throat

keep sucking that dick u might choke
bitch wock got me floating like boat
everything off of the dome little bitch swear to god none of these lyrics i wrote
tote 23 like a goat
Champagne showers
in love witcha body we can fuck for hours
claiming im ya brudda would u die about me hey
fuck on bad hoes that live on the other side of the bay
next day same thing
monday to sunday
teaking on them drugs makes everyday a saturday 

remember when u left i damn near loss my mind
called your phone x button declined 
said u wouldn’t leave a thousand times
had a talk with Jesus everything will be fine
feelings in this cup yeah bitch i pour it up
i give to many fucks to give a flying fuck
one shot not enough i need a double cup
aks dracos macs u dont want no war with us

At Your Throat

prodbyven

top shotta big bank guala
pussy boy u broke asl asking for dollar 
the way she giving brain this bitch must be a scholar
kick kick kick cuz gone kick the damn piñata

big cup sip thrax sip thrax sip thrax sip thrax
big racks big racks big racks big racks big racks
ion got time to relax 
for a feature boy i tax
molly got me hearing shit boy im like wtf is that

broke boi stay over there 
tweaking on drugs i been on percs n like xannies this whole year
take yo clothes off take yo clothes off like bitch come here
we bring poles out the shit that would make ya momma shed a tear

sniper on the wroof chris chris kyle yeah
pull up in that new shit make a bitch say wow yeah
pa pa pow pow pa pa pow pow yeah
kick him fucking out kick him fucking out yeah
this that dirty soda bitch that juicy lean
that bag speak to me so im speaking bagnese
thick ass yellow bone yeah she mixed with Japanese yeah she mixed with Japanese 
baby girl pls dont be mad at me pls dont be mad at me

Piñata

prodbyven

lyrics 
go ahead fuck em up for the 1 time
ohhh go ahead fuck em up for the 1 time
did not come in first but aint coming in last
fuck em up for the 1 time
nobody was here when i was down on my ass
fuck em up for the 1 time
fuck em up for the 1 time ohhahhh
fuck em up for the 1 time
fuck em up for the 1 time ohhahhh
fuck em up for the 1 time

up on the block with santana
geek up asl with more white then a panda
in the house hiding from cameras
i might say slime but its blue my bandanna
hoes ran through all aboard the choo-choo train
hoes ran through all aboard choo-choo train
chours again

fuck em up fuck em up fuck em up
f-fuck em up for the one time
roller coaster ride bitch buckle up ARP I dare Nigga try to tustle up
Why are you Tryna shake my hand I don’t fuck with ya
I don’t fuck with ya bitch
riding with blue like a Lilo and stitch oh he went missing cause he in a ditch Drake sing like a choir tweaking off drugs, bitch I’m losing my mind fucked up a check. I fuck up all the time I was just broke so I can’t spare a dime honestly, I’m OK I’m doing fine. Oh, he like numbers. Hit him with a nine thinking shit funny put your ass on vine bitch I’m so sick and damn tired of your lies.

Fuck em Up

lyrics 
you you
i had enough of you you
tell the truth truth plss tell me the truth truth ahh
dont call my phone bitch if it aint about no paper
assumed u was drunk asf when u told me that i hate ya
told me that i hate ya
shi kinda bothered me but i had to play it cool
cool
ion leave without my tool tool
but i had to play it cool cool
ion leave without my tool tool
but i had to play it cool
hella smoke up in the room
cant handle shrooms
but i gotta play it cool
but i gotta play it cool
baby girl when i was witch u i swear to god girl i was feeling myself
for the months u dont been gone bbg yeah i thought about killing myself
i took pills they dont help
drugs fucking up my health 
i took pills they dont help drugs fucking up my

Play It Cool

Money & Drugs Prod Reef

prod pj

lyrics
tweaking off dem drugs did like 10 pills today
tweaking off your love baby wat it is today
took like 10 rounds im off gen today
why u following me around bitch i cant lead the way
yeah broke boy i cannot manage ya
got more money in my pockets then a register 
556 will crop him out just like a editor
its time to leave them hoes alone boy im telling ya

time to go to bed
get get geeked pour some red
slime want yo head
if i drop a bag yo family might just leave ya dead
im the type to leave a bitch on read
imma pour up rah red
she giving dumb head sum like special ed
broke boy aint never did a money spread 
broke boy aint never seen a nigga bleed
broke boy aint never felted a dude with led
smoking dumb loud cant hear like what you said
smoking dumb loud cant hear like watcha said
grrr bow i fuck up a nigga head
chichow bitch you’ll never hear that bread

Today

prod polarmar

lyrics
time out
no drink damn fucked up my vibe
time out
wont let a check fuck up my pride
oh wow
pipe down
oh wow
time out

haha ha im laughing at you
somthing in the roof i threw a diamond at you 
bitch in front row keep pulling on my shirt
bitch do you not that this shit is expensive fabric
sumtin like im uzi got a brand new patek
let em have it
swear to god dem pussy boys dont want no static 
let em have it
better ask about me i make my opps traumatic
bullets jumping out of the drac just like a motherfuckin rabbit 

she took to much timeout
she took to much timeout
oh god
she took to much time out
wake up lindy wake up 
dick in throat i swear im fucking up her make up
afterwards i cut her off just like a tape up
running to the frosting tryna get my fucking cake up
chours again

tweaking off dem drugs
know some crip niggas that will make u bleed blood
if i call up mason he’ll hit u with a slug
slime missed the drop i might just have to kill my plug
no bitch i aint giving u a hug
like my money money green green like a bug
covering up the holes that i dug
dont know how to answer so im giving her a shrug

Timeout

prod shmoz

thats why i be hanging around with the blue flags cuz im in love with them blue bills hah ha ha

I might fry my brain, filling it with drugs and cocaine
Love, drive me insane fell in love with bottles champagne
yeah Baby, can you feel my pain? Bruce Banner, the way my body build into rage.
Your new boyfriend a lame That boy chicken chicken, some like raising Cane‘s

Where the Molly at I want it new guns I want it 
Everything you’ve done I’ve done done it
Talking out your top and then the Drac start jumping
no music in the car I guess Whaaa is what you’re bumping
You probably hate it now, but I swear you’ll grow to love it
Throwing in the towel I swear I’m way above it no place to call home so I’m just constantly running

this hoe is so trifling, I swear this hoe is so trifling
she got a roster just recycling it.
Taste the lean Bae you might like it
Taste it baby taste it baby oh
Push 110 in this Mercedes oh
Clearly, bae I drive you crazy oh
Body Swoll, but pockets lazy oh
chours

pushing 110 up in the Escalade
Pretty sure that bitch is just out getting laid getting played cut that little bitch up just like a taper fade
20 songs in one day I swear everybody’s gonna know the fucking name
Yeah, everybody’s gonna know my fucking game
swear to God bitch you’ll get killed if you try touching chains
Swear to God bitch you’ll get killed if you say the wrong names
swear to God bitch you’ll get killed if you

trifling
this hoe is so trifling
swear this hoe is so trifling 
swear you’re always so trifling
trifling
that hoe is so trifling
that hoe is so trifling
hoe so trifling

Trifling

prod izzah

yeah drink got me livid boy
off this rapping shit ill make a killing boy
yeah i think im healing boy
i did this for me they act like im the villain boy

uh oh 
gold up on my bottoms i got gold on my coat
i dont trust a thing except God and my pole
please dont touch my chips pussy boy they nachos 
traded the track and brought a bullet proof  Tahoe 

yeah yeah commas on commas on commas on commas yeah
the drac will calculate a Nigga if ya got a problem yeah 
dressed in all black you’ll think that im T’Challa yeah
gurl where yo father yeah
i heard ya on the street ya sucking dick for dollar yeah
its like i woke up and won the latto yeah
u cant replicate me, bitch I’m the only model yeah
yeah fucked up bout some money 
thinking shit is funny boy my drac jump like a bunny
you knows wats in this cup cuz all i drink is fucking muddy
pussy boy im not ya buddy
i get hot like ron i get hot like its sunny
my white boy wipe ya nose like its fucking runny 
i love the way you taste your sweet just like some fucking honey 

uh oh throw it down to the floor
girl let me take ya home
i chew the bitch down down to the bone
yeah im fucking on ya momma
i checked ya bank account and i aint see a comma
ion care bitch do i look like im obama
haven’t left the country so I took her to Bahamas

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