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Boy Wonder

Never Lack

Elm Street

Free The Men

Going On Hits

Black Ops

Omertà

Call My Bluff

Still Sippin (Remix)

Dirty Dancing

Kris Vect

(VERSE 1)

I ain’t gonna lie, ain’t gonna flex, and be no mismatch 
But my bitch be glistnin where my teeth and where my wrist at
I ain’t go be hard and go be bitch tho, where my whip at? 
Ain’t no pistol whippin, ain’t no gang, we just gone back back 
I’d rather be breathing than be trapping for some wage pay 
Goofy niggas obligated just to fuckin stay way
Pay way
Goofy niggas better just stray way 
Pay way 
Bagbaking is the only way 

(CHORUS)
Bitch niggas up when I run my spot
Thot hoes up when I count my guap
Hype-beats cry when they see my box
Ugly bitch-hoes all on my cock (x4)

(VERSE 2)
Bitch I ain’t racked up, stacked up, but I finally got my act up
South Central 1980’s niggas think they hard by acting tough 
Niggas eyes, falling out they head from sipping double cups 
Fuck you up, niggas say they will, they wanna fuck you up
Lil baby hit my line, saying shit gon get her fucked up
When I say I’m in these streets, I’m simply biking, doing donuts 
Glo’d up, I just wanna get my wrist glowed up 
Hoe’d up, I just wanna get my homies hoe’d up
When I see this shit I just wanna fuckin bagbak
Ain’t tryna be no snake, ain’t be no hoe, no fuckin mismatch
Quick pack, heading for the hills, get a big bag
Intact, no hoeing so we finna stay intact 

(CHORUS)

Bitch niggas up when I run my spot
Thot hoes up when I count my guap
Hype-beats cry when they see my box
Ugly bitch-hoes all on my cock (x5)

Japan (Prod. Fat Tony & Alxandah)

(VERSE 1: YRNM)
It’s hard to listen to a prick like me but pricks like sea won’t wash away and fish your green
When CeeLo Green won’t hit a note like punched out teeth, then you know we got a conflict just hit my beat 
When fila feet wanna walk away and leave me be I feel empty and have results that’d shake your spleen 
And I know I make you sick like I was a disease but I’m more than presenting myself as weak
Can’t lift but my heart is morally open to smashing bags and bagging back to the back to the tokens 
And strangling money out pockets of people saying they own it while knowin damn well that they caught a case cause they stole it 
I’m feeling older, Alex leaning and prolly beaning because he feel bolder and I’m moving quite a bit but I’m swerving from boulder and on my motherfucking back I’ve got a burdening boulder
I need a drink holder, I’m falling over so I think I need a shrink think I’m losing my mind I need my bae (stop it) lost my heart in a trainer now it’s back in my pocket...

(VERSE 2: ALXANDAH)
Lost your heart in a trainer now it's back in your pocket
Probably safer just keeping inside of the locket
But you're the one that's gotta hold it like a pop-socket
I ain't gon knock the hustle, fuck the trouble (man just stop it)
 I never talk the bull unless I been through it myself
and sure I've been through hell but mostly got nothing to tell
So I just keep that shit, I keep it keep it, on a shelf
Keep it, keep it, on a shelf
 Top ten list, I'll bet I make but I ain't gon read it
I ain't tryna win awards just make some money for my chicas
This the only thing I love so rapping til the day I shut
Down, like 6 feet under I wonder if a hundred years from now
They'll listen thinking that this was thunder
 Sound that they can't see
I'm at least three seconds or miles away from bustiiiiiiiiiiiiing
 POP, like a motherfucking weasel now
Drop down drop tops for my kinfolk people now
I ain't had a preacher put me on bleachers
Or teachers vow to work for me no how
 Working for myself
Ain't got no curfew for my health
I'm working endlessly like belts
Man fuck the industry's like cells
I'm trying get this by myself
I'm not scared of going to hell
I got connects down there for real

(VERSE 3: EB)
These pockets getting robbed 
By vagrant vagabonds
Who say their for the culture
But really for the status
My black ass is so crass, but at least I'm honest
And honestly, honesty is a missing trait in these snake niggas 
I meet on the daily (For real)

(OUTRO)
Ion even trust my friends half the time

ALL PLATFORMS

YRNM & Alxandah - The Geo Trap (ft. EB)

(INTRO)
I think we hate for the same reason people lose interest in living. 
I think we lost our funk
Aye let’s get some more drinks out here 
I think need to bring it back for em’ 

(VERSE 1)
I been lost for a minute of spite 
My minister right 
Maybe I just needed to fight 
My heart and mind and look deep into the light and say maybe I’m right, shit I love living this life
I’m at peace with my mind and my money
It ain’t much but it’s enough to keep me from looking bummy
Not being funny but I miss the days where camp was for sunny
But I’m doney and I’m fed up with not having my honey
I don’t fuck with you or you
And I surely don’t fuck with whom or who
And that’s all you niggas speaking
RIP Blizzy bro I can’t fuck with police anymore 
And it’s hard to even wanna be seen anymore
Knowing I get shot and they’ll say self-defense was the cause.
Statistically, I can’t be a number
But let’s number up our lovers and all work to recover 

(BRIDGE)
All the racks and the straps and the gats we blow 
Are the only things that we doing that creating foes
Cracking fours, blowing dro near border patrol without a care
Niggas wish they was there
I got a four in the back of the truck, mouths water when niggas think about blowing it up
And blowing shit up
My music made to help a nigga when he feeling rough or tough but for those reasons and my heart you know I’m boutta blow up

(VERSE 2)
Out of spite I’d say I met you in a past life
You hold me down and make me feel like I’m a peace of mind
Cause I been on these streets tryna get my money right
But maybe what I need is a blunt and the pass for light
I could never go back to how I used to live
A nigga with an ego who had no accomplishments 
A nigga on some stupid shit who mad because his father went 
A nigga tote a pole who’d shoot at a fucking fathers kids
I was rough
I had to get myself together, I was stuck
Nigga
What I needed was the funk

Bring Back The Funk

(HOOK)
Step up in this bitch
I hope somebody get my glock quick
Hope you get my drift cause if you don’t I’m boutta pop shit
And your man, yo fuck em
hope you know he on some opp shit
And you bitch a dame, she get fucked up on some thot shit (x2)

(VERSE 1)
I done told many lies, traumatized (victimized)
But I got a mission and that mission is to hit the sky 
Higher than a kite
I got that style you niggas bite 
I got that hope you niggas want 
I got that flow your bitches like 
And I’m back nigga, you niggas can’t get it wrong
I’m straight banging, and bagging bitches to head banging songs
Man all my life niggas done tried to do me wrong, but I caught them niggas first
I got em offed and moved on 
Skating and swerving and making a mess
Fucking about and then making a stress
Shooting at niggas, put glocks to my head 
Fuck on your bitch she gonna open her legs
I got the guap and it’s coming to death
I gotta put these kid niggas to bed
I had a homie and he turned to a fed
I had a homie ain’t care what I said
I had a homie who trappin instead
I had a snitch homie now he dead
I got wickidy-wickidy split
I am the reason the brain he had split
You call me wack but I know I’m the shit
I know you niggas is listening, bitch
So I kick back at my home and I sit
Yeah yeah yeah, nigga that’s it

(HOOK)
Step up in this bitch
I hope somebody get my glock quick
Hope you get my drift cause if you don’t I’m boutta pop shit
And your man, yo fuck em
hope you know he on some opp shit
And you bitch a dame, she get fucked up on some thot shit (x2)

(VERSE 2)
Bitch I’m rapping, it’s no capping bout the heat of my flow
Yeah I’m happy, and I’m tappy, never needed no hoe
Only hoes I got you know I switch them shits like my clothes
I miss Blizzy, I get dizzy when I think bout his dome (x2)

(HOOK)
Step up in this bitch
I hope somebody get my glock quick
Hope you get my drift cause if you don’t I’m boutta pop shit
And your man, yo fuck em
hope you know he on some opp shit
And you bitch a dame, she get fucked up on some thot shit (x2)

Opps (Prod. EB)

Let's Skate Forever (feat. EB)

Produced by EB & Kid Hue

EB: https://twitter.com/Im_EBokay
Hue: https://twitter.com/huethekid

Ziploc (ft. Alxandah)

Clique (Prod. EB & Kid Hue)

Produced by Kid Hue

(HOOK 1)
Nigga you cuffing a treesha 

I cannot fuck with that

Bitch you is a thot

Im just gonna leave you

I spent four bands

She broke my heart

But I got sneakers 

I drop a opp then im smoking a pack 

Cant fuck wit a thot but I go break her back

I cannot hang wit you niggas, you wack

I pop a perc and i aint coming back

(VERSE 1)
You niggas dont know me

Dapping me up like u really my homie
You niggas is phoneys

Talking about hoes but you aint ever bone them

You niggas is lonely

My bitch is so bad and I bet she gonna hold up

You niggas boneless

Ill drop yo shit and then drop yo homies

And I aint agressive

But I smoke gas n you know its that pressure 

Your bitch she gon neck up

All cause she know a young nigga next up

You cuffin a treesha

I heard that shit and I couldnt believe it 

That bitch she a eater 

She fuck with my niggas and she gonna leave you

She gonna do what I say so 

I make a rack when I stay home 

What she gonna do for a bankroll 

Do her and serve her like she was some yayo

Bitch I get a rack and save it

But you see a thot and save her

And I never smoke no papers

I just stay solid and get to this paper

(HOOK 2)
Nigga you cuffing a treesha 

I cannot fuck with dat

Bitch you is a thot

Im just gonna leave you

I spent four bands

She broke my heart

But I got sneakers 

I drop a opp then im smoking a pack 

Cant fuck with a thot but I go break her back

I cannot hang with you niggas, you wack

I pop a perc and i aint coming back (x2)

I pop a perc then I ain’t coming back

I fucked with a thot once but I ain’t going back

YRNM

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