I'mma hit that nigga with a fire
Got a big ass girl on a leash
When i say ride now, she gon’ ride
Gotta push up to the spot 
When i push up to the stop 
That nigga got fired

When you with me
Gotta ride when i ride 
Boy boutta die, boutta die for the clout 

I’m a big dog gotta shit on the fleet
I might sink in a tweet
Still spit fire when i sleep 
Got on white boots mix it up with a tee
Got a lil vibe and she play with the dick
Riding around town with a 10 and a blick 

Boutta eat up gotta aim for the clit
Boutta eat up gotta aim for the clit

Ah! 

Post a pic on me
Fit on TNT
Vibe on TNT
I say fuck police 

Yea!

Post a pic on me
Fit on TNT
Vibe on TNT
I say fuck police

BLACK BOOTS

BLACK BOOTS (prod. HERCCUTTHELIGHTS)

LYRICS FOR SIPPY DIPPY

Hook:
Bitch I’m tired 
Bitch I’m fucking tired of this 
I don’t wanna talk to you
Lil bitch I just wanna get my neck
I don’t want sex

I just sleep cause I’m tek 
Your girl she sent a text
She told me that she getting wet 

I tote my Glock
Then I run around your block
Got shooters that go doo doo doo doo
Like I’m on top 
I let that shit go blurry 
Cause I know that shit so scary
Bitch I’m scary 
It’s a scary sight 
When you jump of the ****

Verse:
Burry berry on my scotch, chasin
Hold on my dick like a socket changing 
I got a price on my head 
Cause I’m  killing these niggas 
Like my name is Marilyn Manson 

mama told me that I rock
Hide that crack in my sock

Benjamin’s all in my jeans again
I might just sin again
Spicy like cinnamon 

Bridge: 
Hit my plug 
Got ziplocks
Boy I’m dapper 
On my glamour ou
Now she wannna suck my dick
And kill me like she cancer ou
She gonna suck my dicky like a sippy 
Pull my zippy up

Sin again, I might just 

Hook:
Bitch I’m tired 
Bitch I’m fucking tired of this 
I don’t wanna talk to you
Lil bitch I just wanna get my neck
I don’t want sex

I just sleep cause I’m tek 
Your girl she sent a text
She told me that she getting wet 

I tote my Glock
Then I run around your block
Got shooters that go doo doo doo doo
Like I’m on top 
I let that shit go blurry 
Cause I know that shit so scary
Bitch I’m scary 
It’s a scary sight 
When you jump of the ****

Written By : ME BITCH, WILLY CARDIAC

#SIPPYDIPPY #BITCHIMTIRED (prod. KASUMI)

Lyrics 

(Hook)
DEVIL, GOTTA BE CAREFUL 
FUCKING WITH A DEVIL


(Verse)
Got me so fucked up 
Girl I been fucked up
You been thinking about somebody else
It really hurts yuh 
All the shit you saying means nothing 
Because you lie 
I been tryna make you mine
And you know that 


Popping all these pills 
Girl you always fucking high

From the first time I met ya (uh)
Kissing you girl fuck your neck up (uh)
Baby fuck you up, fuck your make up (uh)

Then we make up uh
Then you fuck up yuh

Why you always doing shit 
You tryna lie to me 
I’m tryna get in you 
Girl you know you stupid

In love with a goth bitch
Got her from another nigga
Said that she gonna kill me
Yeah she really killed a nigga 

In love with angel 
Yea that shit so hurtful
I gotta be careful
Fucking with a devil


(Hook)
DEVIL, GOTTA BE CAREFUL 
FUCKING WITH A DEVIL

Written By: Willy Cardiac

In Love With A Devil, Feb 14th

[Intro]

Count my v.i.p (uh)
Freestyle for your bitch
She said she sucking 
Give me neck (uh)
I need hella blunts
Count so much money
Hurt my thumbs (uh)
Timmy Turners always wishing
That a nigga flop (uh)
Smoking gas, I pull it
Bitch I do pull out
No sons (ey)

She got ass like Vivian 
I fucked in the woods (ey)
Now she call my phone
I told her “bitch I’m already booked”
She got ass like give me give me
Give me hella goods (ey)
Pull up to hood (ey)

[Hook]
Count my v.i.p (uh)
Freestyle for your bitch
She said she sucking 
Give me neck (uh)
I need hella blunts
Count so much money
Hurt my thumbs (uh)
Timmy Turners always wishing
That a nigga flop (uh)
Smoking gas, I pull it
Bitch I do pull out
No sons (ey)

She got ass like Vivian 
I fucked in the woods (ey)
Now she call my phone
I told her “bitch I’m already booked”
She got ass like give me give me
Give me hella goods (ey)
Pull up to hood (ey)

[Willy Cardiac: Intro]

Yea I smoke 
Yea I got too many hoes
Niggas acting crazy 
I might just pull up and get on rogue 
Get on go
I’m on my coat 
I got fendi I got rosé
I got all the shit t these niggas flex about 
but they don’t own ey

[Willy Cardiac: Verse]

Give me a set
I might test it
Got to many foes on my phone
They tryna test
Clone me 
Calling your girl
I might smash it
Got too many hoes at my home
I might pass it ey

Pull up crazy
I got 80 000
On my line 
And I’m high as bitch ey

Alcoholic 
When I sip on henny 
Man I don’t give a fuck about shit

2 glocks
Nigga get gunned down 
2 many calls on my line
I might sign out
Got like 83 now
Vivian west
Got like 2 hawks
Give me your best 
Supreme nigga 
You ain’t getting no rest 
I ain’t got to pay a hoe
For my Vivian west

Got like 2 glocks
2 glocks
Nigga you gone die
You been talking shit 
Get gunned down

(Breath x2)

[Hook]

Count my v.i.p (uh)
Freestyle for your bitch
She said she sucking 
Give me neck (uh)
I need hella blunts
Count so much money
Hurt my thumbs (uh)
Timmy Turners always wishing
That a nigga flop (uh)
Smoking gas, I pull it
Bitch I do pull out
No sons (ey)

She got ass like Vivian 
I fucked in the woods (ey)
Now she call my phone
I told her “bitch I’m already booked”
She got ass like give me give me
Give me hella goods (ey)
Pull up to hood (ey)

[The Big Hash: Verse]
Told that bitch she stand no chance of hopping on my cock,
Every party I show up at I get unlimited stock,
Let a thottie give me head
I never let her know my thoughts,
Shit gets crazy when she tells her friends I’m beating on her box.
Boys on the block,
Man, I’m hardly asleep when I’m bumping your music, I’m barely awake.
I call my dick a Lil Uzi, that pussy I punish,
Ain’t cum yet, Eternal Atake,
Play with that bitch like a flute and a basket,
I’m well aware people treat her like a snake,
Ain’t cook in the kitchen, ain’t cleaning them dishes, I just want dessert, boy I came for my cake. 
Yuh.

Young and getting rich, 
give no fucks about a bitch,
Got three stripes up on my pants,
Put my dick on her two lips.
Barely party at The Sands,
I make alternative plans,
Take the anger to the pits,
Horny hoes just wanna dance.
Talk bout the way that I feel on a beat,
I got hittas if you wanna come to my spot,
She got no teeth when suck on my meat,
Funny when she go low, 
she still giving me top,
Don’t send naked pics on my phone,
I delete ‘em,
My girl like to peek a lot,
It gotta stop,
I keep complaining bout drama but fuck it,
Enjoying myself when I’m stirring the pot.
Lick it off her like jelly tots
Maybe do it in a parking lot,
I don’t give two fucks, 
Leave purple spots,
Shawty get too lit,
While I drink my water,
She take three more shots.
Smoking gas as loud like smelly socks,
Get her in a trance,
Cue my music, she give up her twat.

[The Big Hash: Outro]
If you hating, suck my dick,
Showing love, come take a pick,
Hoes think I’m a pompous prick,
Coz I won’t give them my stick,
I wear stripes, I don’t rock ticks,
Ain’t tell no lie, just check my kicks,

MANIAC LULLABY ft. THE BIG HASH (prod. CXCAINE)

[Hook 1]
Pull with a Blicky
I might just go up and test ya
Got 200k nigga
I might pull with a check
Niggas copped some ice
Boy you could’ve bought a feature
I just spent 200/400 
I copped a Tesla 
X2

[Verse 1]
Fuck yah
Pull up with some dumb sluts
I just fucked your bitch
And told that bitch I do not love her 
Now she call my phone 
like Daddy let me give you love 
I don’t need you bitch
I don’t need your stupid love

I don’t fuck these bitches
These bitches they fuck me
I just copped a crib
Now I’m moving lowkey 
Pull up with a four
Might just hit you In your knees
Niggas talking crazy
I might leave you with no teeth 

[Bridge]
Ya ya ey
Bitch ya ya ey
Ya ya ey
Bitch ya ya ey
Ya ya ey
Bitch ya ya ey
Ya ya ey
*cough* fuck !

[Hook 2]
Pull with a Blicky
I might just go up and test ya
Got 200k nigga
I might pull with a check
Niggas copped some ice
Boy you could’ve bought a feature
I just spent 200/400 
I copped a Tesla 
X2

[Verse 2]
Dip shit
Now you talking lit bitch
Hit you in your legs 
Now you walking with a limp bitch

Acting crazy uh yuh
Acting crazy ey 
Ay go crazy uh yuh
Ay go crazy ey

Burberry scotch
All on my chest
I pull up with a choppa
Hit you in the neck 
Hit you till you feel like
We’re in the old west 
Pull up Glock shit
I’m gonna test

I can not fuck with these bitches
They know
They know young been popping it off

Cardiac arrest
Went to jail
They like “oh”
Pull up with Glock shit
Now they really know 

[Bridge 2]
Wait yuh
Ey bitch ya ya
Ya ya ey bitch
Ya ya ey
Ya ya ey bitch
Ya ya ey
Ya ya ey
Woah woah 

[Hook 3]
Pull with a Blicky
I might just go up and test ya
Got 200k nigga
I might pull with a check
Niggas copped some ice
Boy you could’ve bought a feature
I just spent 200/400 
I copped a Tesla 
X2

lyrics by willys clone aka mr i love ass

Blicky

BLICKY (prod. UGLY TREMAINE)

FUCK MANAGEMENT, I DO THIS FOR WILLY GANG.
FUCK CLOUT, I DO THIS FOR THE MUSIC.
FUCK RULES. FUCK AUTHORITY. IM A RAGER.

THIS IS MY RELIGION, FILTHY RELIGION.

FLU #LEAK (prod. UGLY TREMAINE)

LYRICS

[Intro]
Where your boy at?
(Idk)
He talk too much nigga
He gon’ get fucked up

[Hook]
From the 6 to the ends
Call my gang said it’s time for the show
I don’t smoke no roach
2 big blunts with a 6 & a 4
Where yo bitch, Idk
Don’t ask questions we don’t know
In a blacked out benz
Niggas talk shit till I pull up and they ghost

[Verse 1]
Yea my blood been deep
Smoke weed, then I roll up the keef
Heard your new song leaked last week
Played it and it put me to sleep
Zz man I caught some zs
I ain’t had some in a couple weeks 
Coz your bitch she gon’ suck that slow
She gone suck that suck that
Suck that slow uh

[Bridge 1]
Yea my bitch wilding
Got no texts
Choppa got you running
Got no bae
Yea my bitch she keep keep keep keep
Sending texts
Yea she gonna weep weep weep weep
Private Texts
Yea my bitch she widing

[Verse 2]
Hairdresser said I look pretty
Fucked her once and I said I’m leaving
Turnt up got the whole trap buzzing
Talk shit then I call up my cousin
Rock gang, nigga we don’t rock stussy
Punk gang, nigga we don’t rock puffys
Smoke gas then I feel a little stiffy
Call your girl up
She say that she need me


[Bridge]
Yea my bitch wilding
Got no texts
Choppa got you running
Got no bae
Yea my bitch she keep keep keep keep
Sending texts
Yea she gonna weep weep weep
Private Texts
Yea my bitch she widing


[Hook]
From the 6 to the ends
Call my gang said it’s time for the show
I don’t smoke no roach
2 big blunts with a 6 & a 4
Where yo bitch, Idk
Don’t ask questions we don’t know
In a blacked out benz
Niggas talk shit till I pull up and they ghost

written by: Sir. Wilson

Foggy Brain

FOGGY BRAIN (prod. UGLY TREMAINE)

Lyrics

(Hook)
Flood the scene
Hermès jeans
That nigga talking bout’ codeine
Way back like TBT
I got white girl, what you need?
OG Kush...Bag in the back pack
I got lean...Don’t even ask that
Your bitch soft
That bitch ass fat
She gonna drop me a prenup
Bad bitch on me 
And she look like Katrina
I got a pint
I might pour me a litre
I got a pint
I might pour me a litre


(Willy Cardiac Verse)
Go huh, woah huh
That bitch say she want it
She want more huh, more huh
Told that lil hoe

Baby let me go huh, go huh
Please don’t cuff me no no
That’s a no huh, no huh , no huh, no huh
DRO

She like all my swag i’m an artist
She wanna be with me
Because i’m popping
Oh no baby
Please oh wait just stop it
Yea just stop it

lil hoe yea you trifling
Trifling, Trifling
Fucked my bro
Trifling, Trifling
Huh yeah
Fuck me now she
Popping, Popping, Popping
She want all the
Clouty, Clouty, Clouty
Mhm yeah

(Pre-hook)
I’m on the pills only diet, yeah yeah
I’m with 2 shawtys and i’m riding
Yeah yeah
Riding through the city
Got no mileage
Yeah yeah
Yea we on that
Rob your city with that VAT%


(Hook)
Flood the scene
Hermès jeans
That nigga talking bout’ codeine
Way back like TBT
I got white girl, what you need?
OG Kush...Bag in the back pack
I got lean...Don’t even ask that
Your bitch soft
That bitch ass fat
She gonna drop me a prenup
Bad bitch on me 
And she look like Katrina
I got a pint
I might pour me a litre
I got a pint
I might pour me a litre


(J Molley Verse)
Spent 7 thousand on tags
I got rich and poppping
A hunnid thousand on bags
I got different options
They tried to rob me of my chain
They needed 6 to drop him
Young Molley way up on his way
How you just finna stop him?

Babygirl I am diva
I keep a knife and a Nina
This a Valentino jacket
Vlone cost me 7 racks
He hate me don’t hate him back
I just ain’t too fazed for that
My money too tall like Shaq
Fucked his girl and sent her back

She doing lines like adidas
Designer on me not adidas
I might just go make a milli of features
My money too old like Regis
I know my dick shawty weakness
Dropped a 100k on pieces
I drip like a water leak
(I drip like)

(Pre-hook)
I’m on the pills only diet, yeah yeah
I’m with 2 shawtys and i’m riding
Yeah yeah
Riding through the city
Got no mileage
Yeah yeah
Yea we on that
Rob your city with that VAT%

(Hook)
Flood the scene
Hermès jeans
That nigga talking bout’ codeine
Way back like TBT
I got white girl, what you need?
OG Kush...Bag in the back pack
I got lean...Don’t even ask that
Your bitch soft
That bitch ass fat
She gonna drop me a prenup
Bad bitch on me 
And she look like Katrina
I got a pint
I might pour me a litre
I got a pint
I might pour me a litre

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