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

[ Hook ]

She blow my phone 
I Told that hoe
What’s happening bitch?
She wanna fuck 
Yeah that hoe be nasty bitch
You fucking on her
And you know she fuck the crew
She a lame
She off xannies 
Yeah, she super zooted



[ Chorus ]

Super Zooted 
Your hoe Super Zooted, ey
All these bitches on my line 
They Super Zooted, ey
Super Zooted 
Your hoe Super Zooted ey
All these bitches on my line 
They Super Zooted



[ Verse 1 ]

Cardi boy, hitting licks
Yeah he super stunting 
Your hoe lame, starter pack
All over her body 
She with everybody 
better leave that girl for sure (for sure)
That’s your hoe for sure
Booln we these hoes for sure
Oh my Cardi you know you the shit
For sure for sure
Let’s get wasted
You can miss me with that shit my boy
I’m on xans, I’m on Molly
that’s the same shit
That boy lame
She ain’t wan fuck
fuck the same bitches 

Cops on my case
Tryna dodge these ops in here
On my waist
Goyard on my fucking waste
My 9 tucked
Tryna keep a lame away
Come my way
Babygirl just come my way



[ Hook ]

She blow my phone 
I told that hoe
What’s happening bitch?
She wanna fuck 
Yeah dat hoe be nasty bitch
You fucking on her
And you know she fuck the crew
She a lame
She off xannies 
Yeah, she super zooted



[ Chorus ]

Super Zooted 
Your hoe Super Zooted ey
All these bitches on my line 
They Super Zooted, ey
Super Zooted 
Your hoe Super Zooted, ey
All these bitches on my line 
They Super Zooted



[ Verse 2 ]

Yo man a simp
He a lame boy
Biddie on my lap
In a room
we getting domed 
Hotbox in my whip 
Nigga Issa droptop 
Geek on your hoe
Cardi Boy he countin paper 
Copped that Raf
Nigga I just copped raf
Yeah yeah
I just copped that raf 

She a biddie
from Kansas City 
Cardi boi, hittin licks
Yeah, he super stuntin
Rockstar subi jeans, ey
Booln with the team, ey
Yeah I'm piped
For the night show
Got yo hoe she toppin 
She fuckin
She boppin
For that hilfiger, Spazzing at bitch
She fuck with other niggas 


I’m just tryna ball
Always on a call
Bitch you tryna stall
But I can’t kick it with you 
I know you a Thot
Fell in love with you
Only for the night 
Only for one night though

Written By| IG: @willycardiac | TT: @willycardiac | SC: @willycardiac| EMAIL: willycardiac@gmail.com

SUP3R ZOOTED (prod. TXB)

FOR MY RAGERS XOXO



Lyrics 

[Intro]
My name is Cardi (lil cardi)
Super zooted is my fucking hit man
I might need more of that lean motherfucker
I gotta pour that lean is this motherfucker
You know what I’m saying?


[Hook]
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER

U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
(x2)

[Verse]
Fucking these hoes
Sex on the floor
I got 40 in my room
You can not fuck with the crew
You can not, what
You can not, ey

You can not hop in my car
Lil bitch, a star

Popping em’ pills and em xannies 
I’m fucking your hoe with no condom
She wanna fuck with lil cardi 
I told that hoe she a fanny
I don’t fuck with no hoe
Unless she got a fanny
She can not fuck with lil cardi
Unless she got a friendyy 

[Bridge]
All these girls wanna
fuck me for my clout 
The wannna
Talk to me for my clout
They wanna 
Walk with me for my clout
I just don’t know anymore man
I just don’t fucking know

[Hook]
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER
CLOUT CHASER

U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH
U’s A BITCH

(x2)



Written by: WILLY CARDIAC aka LIL CARDI aka MR FUCK YOUR AUNTIE

CLOUT CHASER (prod. CCG)

Lyrics 
- Kautious by willy cardiac 

[Hook]

She say she feeling nauseous
While we be swerving in my Audi 
My clouty is fucking dope
I don’t move with no heart b
(Fucking with no heart)

Lil Bitch you can suck my dick
lil shawty then you out
(I got your bitch)
I don’t trust no hoe
Unless she ain’t at a fucking party
(Now calm down)

I don’t do no Bieber dash
Lil bitch only want my clout
(Not fucking sorry)
I don’t do no hoe
Unless she got a cause to start with

Hey! Lil bitch! 
You can not suck my dick!
Lil shawty!
You out of my league 
Talk to your bitch
She finna fall for me

[Verse]
Bitches on my phone
They tryna blow up young Cardi 
I told her hoe, she a stank
She can’t hop in my Audi 
Lil bitch, you can suck my dick
I don’t know, I ain’t got no heart

Lil bitch you too stupid
You can do this shit
Now go!
I got gwok 
Gwakamoli in my pants 
Lil bitch you can’t stay 
You know you licking the man
I got wok
I got woedis like a panda 
They was sticking
The was sticking
I was all up
And I’m all up in my audi
Lil bitch you too stupid 
I don’t need no hoe

I tote my glock shoot 
You gone hear a *paa paa*
Hit you pussy up
Now you licking slow
I’m gone rage 
I’m gone rage 
And your hoe she gonna drop 

[Hook]

She say she feeling nauseous 
While we be swerving in my Audi 
My clout is fucking dope
I walk around with no heart b
(Fucking with no heart)

Bitch you can suck My dick
lil shawty then you out
(I got your bitch)
I don’t trust no hoe
Unless she ain’t at a fucking party
(Now calm down)

I don’t do no Bieber dash
Lil bitch only want my clout
I don’t do no hoe
Unless she got a cause to start with

Hey! Lil bitch! 
You can not suck my dick!
Lil shawty!
You out of my league 
Talk to your bitch
She finna fall for me



Written By: WILLY fucking CARDIAC, (Mr I Ate Your Auntie Out) MR WILSONNNN

KAUTIOUS (prod. CCG)

ENJOY AND FUCK U

Lyrics


[Hook]
I told em man up 
(I don’t fuck with no hoes)
They be like cancer 
(That bitch all on my pole)
I’m tryna flex up
(I’m gone flex on you hoes)
I’m gonna blast yah
That shit doo doo doo
x2

[Verse 1]
Cardi get that face
Cardi on your hoe 
Cardi get them bands up
She gon lick me up
She gon suck it
She gon suck it
She gon suck it
He gonna pull up on your bitch
Like bitch what’s popping?

Get my blade my nigga
Then I’m wasting em

I just fuck yo hoe
I’m gonna post it up

I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck
I’m gon run it up
I’m gon run it up

Your bitch on my dick 
she be bouncin
Bouncy house on my dick 
like a clown bitch
Wait, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck
I just run it up 
Then i count my bucks

[Bridge]
On my bucks
On my bucks
On my bucks
On my bucks
On my bucks
On my bucks bucks bucks bucks

[Hook]
I told em man up 
(I don’t fuck with no hoes)
They be like cancer 
(That bitch all on my pole)
I’m tryna flex up
(I’m gone flex on you hoes)
I’m gonna blast yah
That shit doo doo doo
x2

(Written by: Wison Aka Willy Cardiac Aka Lil Cardi Aka Mr Fucked Your Auntie)

GUNNER *freestyle*(prod. CCG)

Lyrics
“BLAST!” By Willy Cardiac

(HOOK)
Damn I get the bag
Get the bag
Then I bag that 
I pull up with drugs 
Like a plug
In my back pack 
I’ve been running gang 
For a minute 
Never lane switch

(VERSE)
Pipe me up 
Pipe me up
Pipe me up
Pipe me up
That bitch wanna suck on my dick and yah
I’m gonna suck her clitie yah
She gonna hope in my Audi
And swerve me
But she know that she cannot get me yah

Damn I get that, uh
I might get that in a bag 
And I smash, wait 

(BRIDGE)
You a capper
Not a trapper
I get bands 
Like I’m nirvana
I’m might pull up with a lama
I might pull up with my yuppas
I get shows, I get hoes
I don’t like you
You not my bro
You cannot fuck my clique
You is a bitch
You can not touch on my shit

(HOOK 2)
Damn I get the bag
Get the bag
Then I bag that 
I pull up with drugs 
Like a plug
In my back pack 
I’ve been running gang 
For a minute 
Never lane switch

Written: Me Bitch

BLAST! (prod. WAV.GANG)

HIGH AS F*CK (prod. KAY VETER)

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)

Yea that shit is really dope 

Boy don’t sip 

50 on my cap

Dat shitttt is temp 

Ya! You want dat? Uh

You don’t do no work ya

I just spit these facts

Now I’m icey on my neck 



Spreading love to WILLY GANG 

That’s squad no cap



Now you wanna lie on me?

Like boy don’t cap 



Boy I been fennesin 

Now counting bands up

Now you wanna ride me 

Like do you fuck with me?



Hop up in my coupe , I’m gonna ride

Fucking on bitch , I left her high 

I don’t fuck shit, boy im fly 



In a rave I go harder than a chimney 

I might fuck your bitch

and tell that bitch please do not not miss me

Now she wanna talk to lil cardi 

But i do not listen 

I do no no do no fellowships

Coz you been dissin

Now you wanna be my bro

Coz Nigga I been getting it 



Dissin 

Counting all my them racks

That I been keeping 

I flipped it

Cop that bag on zip

You know I dippped it 

I cripped it 

All my money blue no green

I’m cripping 

I’m sipping

Sipping on that act 

You know I’m leaning 



Yea that shit is really dope 

Boy don’t sip 

50 on my cap

Dat shitttt is temp 

Ya! You want dat? Uh

You don’t do no work ya

I just spit these facts

Now I’m icey on my neck 



Spreading love to WILLY GANG 

That’s squad no cap



Now you wanna lie on me?

Like boy don’t cap 



Boy I been fennesin 

Now counting bands up

Now you wanna ride me 

Like do you fuck with me?

BOY DON'T SIP (prod. KAY VETERxZ7)

Chain smoking, fuck my lungs 

(Heavy smoking got me Numb)

I just need your Love and blood 

(Open your heart and let me drink)


Girl I been fucked up

Left me alone now I’m lovestuck 

I don’t need nobody else

I just need you no one else 

Everyone says that I changed 

Switching up for all the fame 

Money and Pain that’s my name

Spilling my blood for the game 

Nothing is left my veins 

Vampire problems

Now I’m stuck here with no conscious 



Chain smoking, fuck my lungs 

(Heavy smoking got me Numb)



I just need your Love and blood 

(Open your heart and let me drink)



written by: “WILLY CARDIAC” aka “Mr my dick go a heart”
my engineer: STBM

VAMPIRE PROBLEMS (prod. NEVIS)

Ey lil bitch I’m on some meth 

I’m a monster bitch

I just fucked it up

And your bitch know the shit

And she wanna fuck with young Cardi 

Cause he be on some shit

I told that bitch 

Don’t Glock be up up on my shit

Narcissist 

I don’t wanna fuck 

And I don’t need no bitch

I don’t need wanna suck you bitch

Bitch I’m on my shit

I’m on some shit 

#WILLYGANG 

you know we fuck it up a bit

You know we don’t stop

I think you’ve had enough bitch



EY BACK IT UP

BITCH BECAUSE WE SHOWED UP

NIGGAS LOOKING HERE

LIKE THEY OPS

DO YOU KNOW SUM?





Bitch we don’t vape!

We smoke blunts like exhaust pipes 

I get that cake!

Like I work at a bakery 



Your bitch on my dick

Now you wanna be an enemy 



I don’t wanna talk too much

Cause I don’t speak that broke shit 

Why you niggas acting , you be acting 

Yall some phonies

I don’t even know you

But you acting like you know me?



I don’t wanna ride you niggas waves

Like no sir

Your bitch wanna suckle on dick

Like douche 

I done fucked it up oh once again 

Like oh sir 

I done leveled up and you just stayed

You hurt huh?





All that shit that you be talking 

You don’t want no action 

But I caught you lacking bitch

Now you got that action 

I done fucked it up again

Cause I’m about that shit



Ey lil bitch I’m on some meth 

I’m a monster bitch

I just fucked it up

And your bitch know the shit

And she wanna fuck with young Cardi 

Cause he be on some shit

I told that bitch 

Don’t Glock be up up on my shit

Narcissist 

I don’t wanna fuck 

And I don’t need no bitch

I don’t need wanna suck you bitch

Bitch I’m on my shit

I’m on some shit 

#WILLYGANG 

you know we fuck it up a bit

You know we don’t stop

I think you’ve had enough bitch

NO SIR (prod. CCG)

Bitch I got 6 figures

And my coupe go fast like a Nascar 

Bitch I’m lit nigga 

I’m a fit Nigga 

I might just pull up on your bitch

Like a sick Nigga 

I go in Nigga 

On my dick shit 

Like I’m Vince Nigga



Yea my crew bang 

On my life Nigga 

Bitch I pull up with on them bricks

Like a feine nigga 



On my crew bang then I hit 

I might just rob what I see it’s a lick

Pull up on your broad 

Make her suck on my dick

I got V on my T 

I got shit on my dick like ey 



I don’t wanna talk to you niggas

Bitch pls get off my dick



I let it breath on my sick shit

Like how I let that beam go woah



I might kill this shit

I got ties on my neck

On my business shit 

I might fuck on your bitch

With my biggy dick

She gone suck on that dick

Like a vegan bitch

I might call on your bitch

A Receptionist 

She gone smoke on my weed

Like a hippy bitch



I just hopped out the coupe

To the cemetery 

I let the flow go hard 

On my reaper  bitch

I out did this shit

I’m like woah



I’m like no bitch 

I don’t wanna talk to you hoe bitch

I just wanna smoke my dope bitch

I just wanna be alone

In Vlone

On my lone shit



I don’t wanna be no doctor 

I cannot be no lame nigga 

Work from 9 to 5 

I’m sorry Dad 

I’m sorry mama 



written by: WILLY CARDIAC aka SIR I LOVE OLD WOMEN

SORRY MAMA! FUCK12 (prod. NOTBENJAMIN)

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)
i do not like her 
but she do like me 
way back then I liked her 
but she ain’t like me 
yea, she cropped me out the frame
that bitch like spike lee
fucked up my sobriety 
that bitch a wanna be 

too geeked up
im geeking on mars 
huh
i’m geeking on mars
she told me I’m not the one
damn, she saved my life 
i don’t know what else she wants
but she wants a star
she the one the my phone 
yeah, she on a roll

(verse 1)
woah, hoe
geeking up
geeking up
geeking up
girl let’s go, huh

popping on charts
now bitches want me
and they tryna fuck go fuck on my bro

tryna step on me 
but lil nigga, he ain’t even got no flow
tryna fuck with me 
but lil nigga, he ain’t even got no dough

yea i be geeking 
i be geeking on mars 
i got too much 
i might spend on my broad 
i might pull up with a choppa on y’all 
nigga hating too much
shooting at y’all 
i got broadies and they smoking on raw 
too geeked up im smoking on raw
i might pull up with a choppa and dodge 
i got money baby it ain’t a fraud 

molly girl in the city 
she geeking up 
i got too much lean & im fiending now 
your hoe she wanna be on my team now 
i can’t be the one that simping now
i can’t be the one that she wanted
now she want me but i know 
that i wanted her 
i want her but she know that i wanted her
told you once girl and in the end i said 

woah

dont get too geeked up
girl and these drugs man they gon
fuck you up
man i can’t lie and i can’t give you love 
but i don’t wanna see you hurting 

(hook)
i do not like her 
but she do like me 
way back then I liked her 
but she ain’t like me 
yea, she cropped me out the frame
that bitch like spike lee
fucked up my sobriety 
that bitch a wanna be 

too geeked up
im geeking on mars 
huh
i’m geeking on mars
she told me I’m not the one
damn, she saved my life 
i don’t know what else she wants
but she wants a star
she the one that’s on my phone 
yeah, she on a roll

(verse 2)
slapping that bitch up
she loving the dick huh
yea she loving the dick
i got too much can not cuff on no bitch
yea you gonna talk all that shit
but you gonna pull with choppas and miss
pull up with choppa and miss 
yea you gonna shoot at me but you gonna miss
But you gon shoot and you miss

too lit, geeked
i be chilling on mars
too much gas bitch i need more raw
now i got her man she ain’t gonna run
too geeked up im on that loud
i got money bitch don’t need no love
two bi bitches in my loft
too much beef i can’t see no saw 
i got choppa it’s gonna hit you 
and your father

im tryna blow up
count my money and my bands up
these bitches tryna take my soul
they can not tame us
but i got flows on flows
and that’s why your fucking hands up
all of you bitches talk that shit
but you can not stand us 

damn right 
you can not stand us 

we pull up with choppa
hit your mans 
and hit your gang up 
now you talking crazy
till we pull up with em phantoms 
hit your boy like do do do
now nigga put your hands up

(hook)
i do not like her 
but she do like me 
way back then I liked her 
but she ain’t like me 
yea, she cropped me out the frame
that bitch like spike lee
fucked up my sobriety 
that bitch a wanna be 

too geeked up
im geeking on mars 
huh
i’m geeking on mars
she told me I’m not the one
damn, she saved my life 
i don’t know what else she wants
but she wants a star
she the one that’s on my phone 
yeah, she on a roll

Love Ya, Love Ya Not (prod. ugly tremaine x herccutthelights)

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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