got that drink i got that pink i got that codiene pourin 
I be sippin on that sprite all night until im snoring 
I need me my fix then purple potion flowin 
i could give a fuck if it got me overdosin
I got perkies in my cup like so fucking what
I be mixing that cough syrup in my soda
got a bad bitch on me told her hold up
Think i drank to much purple bouta throw up 
I got xannies in my whip i told him crush it up
I got purple in this bitch i just filled rykers cup
Mary jane in the baggies told dom roll the blunt
Pass it over to shay i told him light it up
Dont give no fucks i double cup this bitch until i pass out
I got bitches on my dick until they tap out
need that ice on my veins lookin like maxed out
Then i go get that chain like whip the cash out
I dont give fuck about a bitches like that 
I was just focused on making the tracks
Yeah yall never knew that i could rap
But now i just be making the racks
And for yall who talking smack
Just know that i got that strap
And if i gotta pull up trust me them brains going splat
Crusing in the whip got xander hanging out the window
I dont give a fuck cuz we been smoking on that indo 
Fuckin with some people cuz we kids and we dont give a fuck
I be on that molly cuz that x just always in my cup
I dont give a fuck 
Man just roll the blunt
Man we puff the blunt and we just dont give a fuck
I said fill my cup 
Yeah i love them drugs
I just puff that blunt and trust me dont give no fucks yuh

Codeine Pourin

They don’t Understand

FR
Yuh chasin bag the fr 
Poppin dem tags fr 
Fuckin yo bitch fr 
poppin dem xannies fr 
Yuh pussy yeah I’m back up in this bitch like i never left 
But I’m back fr 
Fuckin on yo bitch fr 
She hit my line uh 
Chasin money 
Chasin dreams 
Gettin down Fr 

**(Chorus)**  
Yuh, chasin' the bag, the for real,  
Poppin' them tags, I ain't gotta chill,  
Fuckin' yo bitch, man, it's for real,  
Drippin' designer, I'm dressed to kill.

**(Verse 1)**  
Money on my mind, can't stop the grind,  
Every move I make, yeah, it's by design,  
Diamonds on my neck, yeah, they really shine,  
Took your girl for the night, now she's all mine.  

**(Chorus)**  
Yuh, chasin' the bag, the for real,  
Poppin' them tags, I ain't gotta chill,  
Fuckin' yo bitch, man, it's for real,  
Drippin' designer, I'm dressed to kill.

**(Verse 2)**  
In the fast lane, no brakes, I’m zoomin',  
Stackin' these racks, got the whole crew boomin',  
Haters talkin' down, but I'm never losin',  
Ice on my wrist, got these bitches choosin'.  

**(Chorus)**  
Yuh, chasin' the bag, the for real,  
Poppin' them tags, I ain't gotta chill,  
Fuckin' yo bitch, man, it's for real,  
Drippin' designer, I'm dressed to kill.

For Real “Freestyle”

Fake Love

Shake That A$$

Heart Full of Pain

Flexin on Sight

**Yeah Girl, I Got Alotta Shit on My Mind**  
Waking up every day, yeah, chasing after my grind  
I feel like every day I’m spinnin’, lost in time  
But I’m tryna keep my focus, gotta stay up on my shine  

Demons in my head, they won’t leave me alone  
I’m fighting through the pain, feeling so far from home  
But I keep pushing forward, never slowing my pace  
Even when it feels like I’m lost in this race  

But girl, you know I’m out here, doing what I gotta do  
Even when the world feels heavy, I’ll carry it through  
Got these dreams on my mind, can’t let 'em slip away  
So I’m grinding every second, living for another day

Miss your Love (official audio)

U already Know

Ghetto Angels

On a Mission

Everybody Thuggin

4 to the 4

Titties and Lean

Let’s Do It

All these Hoes 

Verse 1
Yea all these hoes,
They tryna fuck on the low,
See me in the streets, they actin’ like they don’t know,
But when I’m pullin’ up, they all wanna show,
Whisper in my ear, sayin’, “YoungBoy, let’s go.”

Chorus
Got that heat in my heart, yeah, I’m feelin’ the flow,
Every step I take, I’m reppin’ my code,
Countin’ all this paper, while they playin’ that role,
But deep down inside, they just tryna get chose.

Verse 2
Pull up to the function, got the gang on deck,
Real ones around me, ain’t no need to flex,
Hatin’ on my grind, but I’m cashin’ these checks,
All these hoes in my DM, but I’m never perplexed.

Chorus
Yea all these hoes,
They tryna fuck on the low,
But I’m focused on the bag, let the real ones know,
got that drive, got that glow,
And I’m always in the game, watch me steal the show.

(Verse 1)
Yea all these hoes,
They tryna fuck on the low,
Whispers in the night, like they think I don’t know,
Caught up in the drama, but I’m stacking my dough,
Heart cold, I can’t trust, gotta keep it on go.

(Chorus)
They see the grind, now they wanna roll with me,
But I remember nights, they was ghosting me,
Now they all around, tryna get close to me,
But I’m focused on the hustle, that’s the only remedy.

(Verse 2)
Countin’ up these blessings while I’m dodging the hate,
Keep it real, no fakes, I can’t seal my fate,
All these bitches switchin’ sides, I can’t relate,
Had to learn the hard way, now I’m settin’ my plate.

(Chorus)
They see the grind, now they wanna roll with me,
But I remember nights, they was ghosting me,
Now they all around, tryna get close to me,
But I’m focused on the hustle, that’s the only remedy.

Yung $moke

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