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Yellow Ticket (Prod. Jason22k)

Wake Up (Prod. Bello)

No Exceptions (Prod. Bello)

No Fanta (Prod. Jason22k)

Forget It (Prod. Bello)

Bands On Me (Prod. Bello)

Lyrics:
[Hook]
She love the way that i glow
Grabbing on all of my clothes
All of this money gets blown
Pill got me rolling like stones
Say that you love me, you don't
Don't fuck with me i'm in my zone
This money call like a phone
I swear that i'm on my own
(2x)

[Verse]
She love the way that i drip
All this designer look sick
Stacking my bread up so quick
I cannot fuck with no bitch
I pop these pills i be going to crazy
But i got finesse with this shit
She act like she love me
Then act like she hate me
But baby i ain't listening
Im on grind
Tony Hawk
Its going down
Young Joc
I swear to god i cannot trust these lames
'cause i swear that that this lame shit just won't stop
I swear they down so bad
They all some clowns but i can't laugh
I got a bag blew that
I get it back to fast

[Bridge]
They cannot fuck with my energy
Swear that they ain't seen the best of me
She heard all my songs she bumps everything
(x2)

[Hook]
She love the way that i glow
Grabbing on all of my clothes
All of this money gets blown
Pill got me rolling like stones
Say that you love me, you don't
Don't fuck with me i'm in my zone
This money call like a phone
I swear that i'm on my own
(2x)

Stones (prod. Jason22k)

[Hook]
Got racks on racks (Yea)
Smokin' on that gas (Yea)
Pockets full of cash (Yea)
Baby flick the ash (Yea)

[Chours]
Get to the bag
Gotta stack that cash
Diamonds on my chest
Make the picture flash
I don’t need no love baby
I just need my racks
Got my eyes on the prize aint no lookin back

[Hook]
Got racks on racks (Yea)
Smokin' on that gas (Yea)
Pockets full of cash (Yea)
Baby flick the ash (Yea)

[Verse]
BB on my belt
Rick Owens the shoes
Bad bitches only she said that's a mood
Money comin' in i ain't got nothing to lose
Turns out that lil bitch was crazy (Yea)
Who knew?

[Hook]
Got racks on racks (Yea)
Smokin' on that gas (Yea)
Pockets full of cash (Yea)
Baby flick the ash (Yea)

[Bridge]
I don’t need no drama
I just need my commas
I don’t wana live this way but baby i gotta
Three 6 Mafia, baby pop my collar
Lots of pills in my bag i look like a doctor

[Hook]
Got racks on racks (Yea)
Smokin' on that gas (Yea)
Pockets full of cash (Yea)
Baby flick the ash (Yea)

Ain't No Lookin Back (prod. Bello)

[Hook]
Oh
Baby better take a picture
She can't stop lookin' at my Twitter
I don't even post on that shit
I don't even post on that shit
Like, Xenith the fuck, are you serious?
DPH, smokin' deliriants
I'm poppin' pills I'm delirious
they clock watchin' my jeans, I'm luxurious
I don't even know what they really is
I don't even know what they really is
I don't even know what they really is
they clock watchin' my jeans, I'm luxurious
I don't even know what they really is

[Verse]
She wanna get straight to my bedroom
Like baby, i don't even think i wanna talk
I seem to feel nothing at all
Off a Xanax can't talk
Stackin' my money too tall
Don't know how to do nothin' but ball
I'm in too much pain baby, pop it all then withdrawal
I don't even know who I'm aiming at
Pushin' my buttons like gaming yea
Baby wanna play, it's to dangerous
I pop out at Neiman's, I'm goin to crazy yea
Let the money fall
I wanna win, I won't settle for draw yea
Give it a little bit, watch, they gone take it all

[Hook]
Oh
Baby better take a picture
She can't stop lookin' at my Twitter
I don't even post on that shit
I don't even post on that shit
Like, Xenith the fuck, are you serious?
DPH, smokin' deliriants
I'm poppin' pills I'm delirious
they clock watchin' my jeans, I'm luxurious
I don't even know what they really is
I don't even know what they really is
I don't even know what they really is
they clock watchin' my jeans, I'm luxurious
I don't even know what they really is

Delirious (prod. Jason22k)

Lyrics:
[Hook]
I can't feel a thing
Pop another bean
Every pic i take look straight from magazines
Smoke till i can't breath
Designer on my jeans
I can mix and match, and that shit still be looking clean
I swear to god i keep fuckin' it up
I don't give a fuck
Damn all these bitches keep callin' me up
They all on my nuts
Then she saw me when I'm doin' my stuff
She fell in love
I feel like Chief Keef baby, trust none

[Verse]
Kush and cologne, i can't breathe
I pop a pill i can't think
You not my bro
You not in my league
Things get so dark at times i cant see
And I've got 1 person who cares, it's not me
I just left the mall, dozen bags, what's new?
Diesel on my jeans
New DRKSHDW shoes
All this shit means nothin' when i can't replace you
In such a short amount of time look what we been through

[Bridge]
I been on my own lane lately
Just for not copying they hate me
Stress up on my shoulders, feelin' crazy
I been poppin' pills to sedate me

Magazines (prod. Crybabycam)

Lyrics:
[Hook]
Livin' like I'm in the fast lane
Hit the store blow a bag
Wait
Money talks, yea I'm saying shit that you can’t say
Drip like a cascade
Mask on me, like I'm Man Ray
Fast pace, swear your favorite rapper they in last place
I don’t mind when she on me
But baby you ain’t touching on my money
You gotta let me know that you really got me
And if it doesn’t work out, then I'm sorry

[Verse]
Got rick on my jeans girl
Mix that with the shoes
She is to rude
She fuck up my mood
But she is my dream girl
You the best, and I'm addicted to you
That girl to fine
She stay on my mind
I got a lot on my neck
I don’t want friends, i want checks
Back of the truck give me sex
They look back, but I'm already ahead
Yeah, I'm not even close to my best
You are not stacking up bread, nah
That lil boy playin' pretend
He tried to hit me up, i said next

[Bridge]
I wish i cared more but i don’t
Don’t call my phone, whatchu want?
Why you lookin' around like you just spawned?
I keep makin' hits, I don’t think i can stop

Fast Lane (prod. Jason22k)

Lyrics:
[Hook]
Oh yea, yea yea like
Woah x10
I hear you talk, you ain't bout that
Said she in love, girl i doubt that
You want in the clique, it ain't like that
They gettin' hurt like it's Jackass
Swear that i ball, Yao Ming my money so tall
Yeah she keep tryna call
Feelin' like Vans, this shit be off of the walls
Shuttin' shit down at the mall

[Verse]
They tryna play me
Like baby, i got no time for all that
Said she lovin' my glow, i know she vibin' on that
I spent a check at the mall
Shawty love how i ball
We gonna hit up Neiman Marcus, we just might buy it all
Yea, she bust it down
And she go crazy
She wanna call me baby
I had to take a step back
Been rockin' designer lately
I take a pint a pour up, i walk out and I'm drippin' vaguely
Like what the fuck they want from me?
I think they really hate me

[Bridge]
Yeah that’s the deal
That’s the deal
Pourin' up drank, baby don’t let it spill
Because i don’t wanna feel nothing baby that’s the deal

It Ain't Like That (prod. Jason22k)

Lyrics:
[Hook]
My whole life feel like a dream
Baby tell me what it means
On the biggest movie screen
What it mean?
I'm poppin' out, just to say that i went out
She keep comin over, i don't really want her around
Give me a reason baby, i just hope it all works out
I don't wanna fuck it up that's why im not around

[Verse]
I got all this shit
And ima pay for it
Yea ima pay for it
5 xans in my system i cant drive the whip
Baby get a grip, whatchu gon get out of this?
Diamonds hit like crits, yea
Ambidextrous wrist, yea
She can't find the fuck outta my life, let me assist ya
Baggy jeans on me, tapered like a fuckin' swisher
I had to do what i had to do, but babe I'm gonna miss ya

[Bridge]
Cause it would get to hard
And you're gonna fall off
Yea
I stay geeked up
What makes u think u can keep up yea
I stay geeked up
Baby need to leave us

Dream (prod. Jason22k)

Lyrics:
[Hook]
I hop on a beat ain’t no way that I'm missin'
There ain’t no way you can sip what I'm sippin'
Got my drip for free you were flippin' to get it
Yeah
They try to copy, my taste to expensive
Swear i feel like Larry the way that I'm flexin'
They chasin' a bag, but I'm bout to spend it
Yeah
I'm mixing drugs till i can’t feel a thing
I feel like Drake, i swear nothing the same
I swear I'm playing this shit like a game
Yeah
She rockin' with me but i don’t know her name
And all of these pills got me going insane
In love the money, I'll never be the same
Yeah

[Verse]
New rick shoes
I don’t wanna issue
She keep callin' and i really miss you
Said you loved me, really did you?
Keep on playin', look at what I'm tryna give you
Yeah
I blew a bag i had to forget it
That bitch so fine i might have hit it
Hit from the back and she told me to get it yea
I'm taking drugs they takin the pain
They told me to do it whatever it takes
Headed to LAX hop on a plane yea

[Bridge]
Headed to LAX hop on a plane yea
Said "Baby, go away" 
Pop a pill, and go insane 
Yeah
Woah

Coupe (prod. Jason22k)

Prod. @crybabycam
Lyrics:
Geekin' off a pill, I'm in a dream
So much drip I'm underwater, I can't breathe
My shit hard, off the scale, no triple beam
They talkin' down, but I just don't see what they mean
Dress just like me, he went straight down to the jeans
I hit Lenox, got a brand new fit on me
They playin' games, but this shit ain't TCG
No Kobe, yea, but I been poppin' beans

Pourin' up Promethazine
Baby, can you tell me if you care for me? 
Don't know what's wrong with me
You keep poppin' up in like all my dreams

Rock Gallery Dept
Wrist wet; Drippin' like a faucet
We were in my apartment
We were layin' down, both off it
Jeans ripped, but these brand new from Alyx
I mix the pills with the drank, I can barely speak
But it wasn't just the drugs that made me feel alive
Things were really lookin' up when you were by my side

Geekin' off a pill, I'm in a dream
So much drip I'm underwater, I can't breathe
My shit hard, off the scale, no triple beam
They talkin' down, but i just don't see what they mean
Dress just like me, he went straight down to the jeans
I hit Lenox, got a brand new fit on me
They playin' games, but this shit ain't TCG
No Kobe, yea, but I been poppin' beans

Off It (Prod. Crybabycam)

Prod. @prodbybello
Lyrics:
She say she love me, i don't really trust her
I swear she lie 'bout that
Step on the scene, they all on my jeans
But i don't like all that
I hit up Lenox, my taste is expensive
And i might buy all that
I step in the function, she act like I'm somethin'
And i don't mind all that
What?
What?
Woah
She just keep grabbin' my clothes
I think she might wanna take me home
I pop a pill and i float
Me and Bello, this shit really go
She talkin' like I'm boutta blow
They hatin', but I'm in my mode
I told her i love her, i don't

Yea, I keep a bakery up on my wrist yea
Knock it out the park, baby, I don't miss yea
Yea, i fell in love, i can't do that again
She wanna be my baby, she not even my friend
But it's you that I'm addicted to
I told everybody i was in love with you
Nowadays, i don't know what to do with me
It's like I've got it all, but it's not enough
Ask me how I'm doing
Bitch I'm high off drugs
Everything go slow, like I'm stuck in mud
I don't like the person that i have become
It feels like I've got it all, but its not enough

When will it ever be enough?
When will it ever be enough?

She say she love me, i don't really trust her
I swear she lie 'bout that
Step on the scene, they all on my jeans
But i don't like all that
I hit up Lenox, my taste is expensive
And i might buy all that
I step in the function, she act like I'm somethin'
And i don't mind all that
What?
What?
Woah
She just keep grabbin' my clothes
I think she might wanna take me home
I pop a pill and i float
Me and Bello, this shit really go
She talkin' like I'm boutta blow
They hatin', but I'm in my mode
I told her i love her, i don't

Enough (Prod. Bello)

I don't know what I'm on, I think it made me sick
I popped another one, okay I popped like six
I hit the mall today for the hell of it
I'm off an X pill, still ain't fuck that bitch
I don't know what I'm on, I think it made me sick
I popped another one, okay I popped like six
I hit the mall today for the hell of it
I'm off an X pill, still ain't fuck that bitch

Zoomin' through it, fast life, yeah I'm speedin
Lines of white, keep the night, we ain't sleepin
Countin' cash, stack my chips, I ain't peak yet
Flex Louis, down to Nike
Checks bleedin
Pop a pill just to chill, for no reason
Golden Goose on my feet, Alessandro speakin
Drop a stack, make it back in a weekend
Racks on racks, new Ksubi Jeans, no repeatin

Your love a drug, got me high, I can't resist
It's like a game, and I feel I'll never win

I don't know what I'm on, I think it made me sick
I popped another one, okay I popped like six
I hit the mall today for the hell of it
I'm off an X pill, still ain't fuck that bitch
I don't know what I'm on, I think it made me sick
I popped another one, okay I popped like six
I hit the mall today for the hell of it
I'm off an X pill, still ain't fuck that bitch

Fast Life

prod https://m.soundcloud.com/odece <3
lyrics: 
dont you fucking trust me
im always lying 
i say im fine 
but i feel like im dying 
time passing time always passing
i never get a chance 
im never smiling
i never wanna be sober but im trying 
the comedown sucks and im always crying
the weight of life that im always riding
i look out my window and all i see is lightning

and all the clothes im buying, and they dont even like me 

i could never go back and thats just a fucking fact 
once upon a time i had never popped a tab

time passing [+odece]

prod: 
https://soundcloud.com/arclightxo
https://soundcloud.com/lifepoints
https://soundcloud.com/prodbybello

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