never uploaded this to soundcloud. my bad lol

Float Away

In My Zone

Get Money And Die

YELLOWJACKET!

Hellmouth

Van Helsing

(Pew, uh huh)
(Symo, Symo)
(Yeah, fa fa, run it up)
(Yung Symo, Yung Symo,Yung Symo)
 
I could never cuff that bitch (nah)
I don't love you but I love to hit (yuh, yuh)
Double cup of mud, it really look like Muk 'n' shit (Muk)
30 round drum, yeah let that percussion hit (brrr)
Lay 'em down, I got blood on my new Vetements (Vetements)
Symo's got yall hooked just like amphetamines (amphetamines)
It's just Sulfer, Yttrium, and some Molybdenum (S, Y, Mo)
Yeah thats Symo in his element
Mixing Wockhardt with the sprite, I call those my
experiments (sippin')

Run betta run (pew)
At least till the sun comes up (yeah)
My boys some bats (bat)
Only come out for blood (blood)
Brought the coat to the club (club)
Toting double guns (fa fa)
Its not the same without you (uh uh)
I'm drunk and in love
(Yeah,yeah)
Yeah
Ain't no way I can keep giving in to
Lost my mind, I'd be better off simple
I really just wanna say that I miss you

I could never cuff that bitch (nah)
I don't love you but I love to hit (yuh, yuh)
Double cup of mud, it really look like Muk 'n' shit (Muk)
30 round drum, yeah let that percussion hit (brrr)
Lay 'em down, I got blood on my new Vetements (Vetements)
Symo's got yall hooked just like amphetamines (amphetamines)
It's just Sulfer, Yttrium, and some Molybdenum (S, Y, Mo)
Yeah thats Symo in his element
Mixing Wockhardt with the sprite, I call those my
experiments (sippin')

DigiKiss

Symo, Symo, haha
Yeah, yeah
Fah (uh uh)
What the fuck right
What the fuck right now
(Uh, uh, uh)
What the fuck right now (what)
I, I, I

I just wanna po’ another cup
I don’t wanna deal with none of these sluts (nah)
Mix matched all of my fits
I’m boutta tell ‘em all really what’s up (really)
Bitch, get the fuck off my nuts
Yeah ho, I know that I’m just getting bucks (bucks)
Focused on just getting rich
I already gave them all of my fucks (brrr)
Tell ‘em they smoking that mid
Tell ‘em they smoking that, smoking that mid (mid)
I just wanna fuck on yo bitch
I just want her so you cant have shit (nah)
I just wanna count up some digits
I just wanna count up my, count up my digits (brrr)
My money as tall as a midget
Pockets stay swole, yeah, they got into fitness (flex)

Yeah, you ain’t even rich like dat (nah)
Tell the beat come back (yeah)
That shit beat you ass (yeah)
But it be like that (uh huh)
Cook it clean like a rat (cook it)
Pixar stick my gat (yeah)
Rat-a-toolie my strap (fa fa)
When you in that business 
All you wanna do is stack riches
She swallowed my kiddies
Breakfast of champs for my biddy
Sprites extra fizzy
Just po’ it up straight in my kidney (po’ it)
Stick close like a witch’s
Ice on my neck extra frigid (fa fa)
When you live like this you living in the dark
I don’t wanna go without my gun
I really just don’t see how I’m at fault
So bitches DND I’m in my zone
But you know a couple tricks gon’ hit the phone (brrr)
I love myself way more than you so leave me lone (fa sho)
To be honest, I’d be better off alone (fa sho)
I really just cant say im in the wrong

I just wanna po’ another cup
I don’t wanna deal with none of these sluts (nah)
Mix matched all of my fits
I’m boutta tell ‘em all really what’s up (really)
Bitch, get the fuck off my nuts
Yeah ho, I know that I’m just getting bucks (bucks)
Focused on just getting rich
I already gave them all of my fucks (brrr)
Tell ‘em they smoking that mid
Tell ‘em they smoking that, smoking that mid (mid)
I just wanna fuck on yo bitch
I just want her so you cant have shit (nah)
I just wanna count up some digits
I just wanna count up my, count up my digits (brrr)
My money as tall as a midget
Pockets stay swole, yeah, they got into fitness (flex)

Darklurker

(Symo!)
(Uhh, uhh)
(Symo, Symo)
(Uh-uh, uh-uh)

Rocking out, stepping out of the House of Pain
Run it up, make my digits grow like so insane
Juiced up, I could be a rep for ocean spray
Not cool as me, no you not as cool as me
Double it like two times
Picture me, so soups on
You want a boob job
Think I got a Groupon (think I, think I got a)
Fuck I look like
Bitch just move on (bitch just)
I got money and you don't, so go cut coupons, yeah

Symo’s really his fuckin bag
Bitches wanna meet him real bad
Told ‘em that they didn’t stand a chance
Already got a shorty, damn
Already told you that she's bad
Already balling hard, my bad
Bitch, I’m tryna be the fucking man
Bitch, I’m tryna be the fucking man
Bitch, I’m tryna count up all these bands
I don’t wanna hear yo fucking ass
Think so deep, I’m in a fucking trance
Bass is hitting harder than a dad
Beat is nuking out just like Japan
Tweaking out, I’m stupid off a xan
Leaning over, spilling my drank
Feel like Wayne “oh my gahd”
(Oh my god!)
Yeah, bitch Im leathered up
I look like I'm in the matrix, fit is tough as fuck
I rock half my shit up out the thrift, you can't catch up (Symo)
Stick to panda buy, you V lone soldiers look so dumb
(Huh, huh, huh, what)
Uh, I just wanna float off to the sea
I just wanna po’ up till I bleed
I just wanna wake up from this dream
Wanna wake up from this -

Rocking out, stepping out of the House of Pain
Run it up, make my digits grow like so insane
Juiced up, I could be a rep for ocean spray
Not cool as me, no you not as cool as me
Double it like two times
Picture me, so soups on
You want a boob job
Think I got a Groupon (think I, think I got a)
Fuck I look like
Bitch just move on (bitch just)
I got money and you don't, so go cut coupons, yeah

The House of Pain

(Symo)
(Haha)
(Symo!)

Huh, huh, huh, huh
Riding round the city with my goons up to no good
Ashton Martin, drift it off the lot and the dash wood
Power aura, try to match it, man, you wish you could
Pourin' up the Wock', I'm to the side just like a crashed car
Hang 'round with a white bitch, she loves yola more than her mom
Icing on my wrist, I'm staying frosted like a Poptart
Drained out, with my sewer clique, we too damn hard

Oou yah, ouu yah
Pop out with a shooter, shooter
You don't know the maneuver, 'neuver
Pack smelling like manure, nure
You saying that I knew yah, knew yah
I ain't the kid you knew bruh, knew bruh
I came up the sewer, sewer
Then blew racks at the jewelry, jewelry, huh, huh
I just wanna po' up with my brodies and forget y'all
Member stressing over everything and then I made it stop
Shorties couldn't phase a buck, give no fucks about a broad
Only tryna get some FaceTime, shout out Steve Jobs
Cheese steady coming in, feel like I'm in Wisconsin
Pop out fitted like a supervillain for a damn jog
Yo drip is so fake, you step out wearing a goddamn mirage
Just cracked a new seal, real real Wockhardt
I don't wanna go out just like this (nah)
My baby told me I'ma be the shit (ok)
My momma told me stick right to the script (ok)
My body telling me let's make it lit (woah)
I count up, count up, count up, addition (fttt, beep)
I done turned a zero right into six (present day)
That's millis in bank like real quick (present time)
I do it all just for my fucking clique (hahahaha)

Huh, huh, huh, huh
Riding round the city with my goons up to no good
Ashton Martin, drift it off the lot and the dash wood
Power aura, try to match it, man, you wish you could
Pourin' up the Wock', I'm to the side just like a crashed car
Hang 'round with a white bitch, she loves yola more than her mom
Icing on my wrist, I'm staying frosted like a Poptart
Drained out, with my sewer clique, we too damn hard

Sewer Clique

(Symo!)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Symo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Symo, haha)
Yeah (Yung Symo, Yung Symo, Yung Symo)

I had to turn up my swag, I got a fit it's all black, y'allready knew that
Rollin' up thrax, geeking off TNT gas, call that some "boom pack"
Heat in my lap, shit feeling like my old Mac when I ran Cool Math
Running up cash, I got a bitch and she bad but we been doing that
Run it one time, told 'em that's buddy, my slime, tell 'em where to shoot at
My brothers my life, only ones who said I'ma shine, show 'em where the foods at
Shot 'em on live, now you been getting some likes, Red Dead cool strap
Pay 'em no mind, I just said fuck 'em I'll grind 'cause I'ma cool cat

Riding round town with my bitch and picture me rolling up straight to the flea, yeah
Coppin' some vintage, I'm rocking all thrifted, them genuine rips in my jeans man
Denim on denim and only black tees
I like what I like and I do as I please
You just not my type but stay on your knees
A mans got his needs, suck me like a breeze
I know I could put the world in my hands if you asked me too
As far as I know, I never loved someone like I love you
I don't want my eyes closed cause then I cannot see the loot
I got trouble sleepin', late night creepin', steady makin' moves
Swervin' off the lot with the Wock in a drop
I got hella drop, sip a lot, sip a lot
I don't do no talk, do not talk, do not talk
Bitches give me top, give me top, give me top

I had to turn up my swag, I got a fit it's all black, y'allready knew that
Rollin' up thrax, geeking off TNT gas, call that some "boom pack"
Heat in my lap, shit feeling like my old Mac when I ran Cool Math
Running up cash, I got a bitch and she bad but we been doing that
Run it one time, told 'em that's buddy, my slime, tell 'em where to shoot at
My brothers my life, only ones who said I'ma shine, show 'em where the foods at
Shot 'em on live, now you been getting some likes, Red Dead cool strap
Pay 'em no mind, I just said fuck 'em I'll grind 'cause I'ma cool cat

HyperCam

(Symo, Symo)
(Fah)

Uh, told that lil bih “walk the plank”
I ain’t dealin’ with skanks
Need a redhead ho, she related to Shanks, yeah
Yeah, pull up in an all black tank (skrt)
With some drop in the drank
You bite half my shit, bitch, at least say thanks, yeah
Damn, think I might need some more lean for
the scurvy
And my bitch is a barbie
Yo girl is just fat, fuck y’all talkin’ ‘bout curvy, yeah
Yeah, dumb ho said she wanna suck me just like Kirby
Imma pass on that girlie
Symo got the dog in him, no furry (Arrr)

I’m way too geeked up
Just seen the bottom my lean cup
You bitch in my bed, got finished with head, she
swinging her feet up
Prolly told you she’s sleeping
She said take me Neimans
Fuck I look like a bag, ain’t giving out cash, ain’t
nothing but cheap sluts
Uh, I don’t want none of them bitches with fake
butts
Or shawties with face work
I got me a tenner no makeup
I gotta make sure she dress cool
Throw away hoes like K-Cups
For pocket watching on my pay stubs
Never trust a hoe that take your Ray Gun
I don't need a wench on my crew
You know what the fuck we gone do
I’m after the green not no dew
I’m a trappin’ machine, fuck are you?
I’m thinking your shit and your poo
I’m thinking you stink like doo doo
I’m thinking I smell like the blue
Salt in my skin how we do
I’m steady just countin doubloons (woah)
Yeah, I stay on that lean, lean, lean (the what?)
My bitch, she counts my green, green, green (fttt, beep)
Yeah, I’m living how I dreamed, dreamed, dreamed (fo’ sho’)
Chilling with my scallywags at sea, sea, sea (yeah)

Uh, told that lil bih “walk the plank”
I ain’t dealin’ with skanks
Need a redhead ho, she related to Shanks, yeah
Yeah, pull up in an all black tank (skrt)
With some drop in the drank
You bite half my shit, bitch, at least say thanks, yeah
Damn, think I might need some more lean for
the scurvy
And my bitch is a barbie
Yo girl is just fat, fuck y’all talkin’ ‘bout curvy, yeah
Yeah, dumb ho said she wanna suck me just like Kirby
Imma pass on that girlie
Symo got the dog in him, no furry (Arrr)

The Roxbury

Ridin’ round town in a stolo, gotta repaint the coupe
All of my youngins some soldiers, we got some straps for you
We sending shots right at yo head, you ain’t bulletproof
I got a white bitch in my bed, she said “fuck me soon”
Bitch, you gotta buss it down
Fucks you talm bout
Stop running that mouth
Fuckin wild
Need a hundred thou
Right fucking now
Leaned out, leaned out
Blickward got that green dot, green dot
So what the fuck you talkin bout lil bitch
Told my lil buddy pick up some Tris
Po’ up then blow up some kids
Roll up with certified sticks
Atomic luh rockets ‘n’ shit
I’m a goblin with choppers in fist
Feel like venom, yeah, all black fits
No stoppin the plotting, we sick
Lil snotty nose slimy ass kid, yeah
Draco came with that kick back
Draco came with that full round drum
Draco came with two twin mags
Symo came with a bad ass bitch
I expected as much
She said where the fuck is my munch
I couldn’t tell yah but dick is for lunch, yeah
Cash money like Birdman
I get that cash money like Birdman
So fuck what ever you heard man
Wet you up like a merman
Y’all sayin’ holy shit like the church can
Uzi with me no Vert yeah


Riding round town with my uzi
Keep a .57 on me, them bullets gon hurt
I’m clutching my shit even when I’m in church
I’m geeked everyday, I’m really a nerd
If you aint talking money then get out my face
I got bullets that spray at you just like some mace
Get yo bitch out my DM, told her give me space
I’m clocked in all black I feel like the Wraith
I’m Jessi Slaughter turn your brain into mush
Walk in the spot and your bitch getting cuffed
She suckin’ my dick and that boy getting cucked
He talkin’ about money but aint making much
We whip on the street and we race on the highway
Fuck doing yours bitch we doing it my way
Get to that bag, leave an opp on the driveway
Get to that check I don’t wait for no Friday
Real deal vampire shit
Sipping on Tris, it’s all in my piss
Got an all black fit
Dripping in vintage and stepping on shit with my rick owen kicks
Slaying shit with my dog like Finn and Jake
I spend every day finding ways to get paid
Got so much money can’t fit in the bank
Sipping on drank till I can’t think
Purple shit all in my cup
Don’t call this shit mud, it look like Muk
I need me a bad bitch to pull up on me, no I can’t be no munch
I pull up with goblins and goons
Came with them tools, that’s what we do
She giving me head like she undead
We send your bitch ass to the moon

gargoyles (feat. fasfasfas!)

Got her Birkin bags
But in real life it ain't making a difference
All y'all see is deadmen
Where the love at, I'm way more than my digits
I rock Raf on Raf
But in real life half my shit thrifted
Young captain spazzed
Guess the stu gotta be my ship then
We so up, fillin' the vault up with them bangers
X on X on X, that's how we bangin'
I stick close to my main thang, leave a bad ho hangin'
I don't post on my main page, I been busy training

Uh, we don't do flexing, no, no
Cause all of y'all finna go copy the flow
I told 'em it's go time, let's go
We on some waves you ain't heard of before
Yeah, rackies they all in my coat
Gotta check pockets before I change clothes
Bad ho said she love Symo
Don't do no groupies, so pass her to bro
Yeah, Yung Symo, Yung Symo, Yung Symo
That's that lil birdie that's right on my shoulder
My young woadie said get you grind up
Told him to match it but not talkin' roll up
Bitches they all on my line
Wish I could mute 'em like the Click controller
Flick up in my merchandise
Like honestly, I couldn't get any colder
True, true, true
What's next?
How bout how I play the best
How bout how I'm getting checks
But we is not talkin' bout chess
I'm steady just getting correct
Diamonds they all on my neck
My money blue just like my texts
In my big lamb truck
Where the ops can't catch us
I done tinted the glass
Cops on my ass but they ain't gon' catch up
I couldn't give two fucks
All y'all be so extra
Big Symo raps like he chasing the bag, he gotta be next up

Got her Birkin bags
But in real life it ain't making a difference
All y'all see is deadmen
Where the love at, I'm way more than my digits
I rock Raf on Raf
But in real life half my shit thrifted
Young captain spazzed
Guess the stu gotta be my ship then
We so up, fillin' the vault up with them bangers
X on X on X, that's how we bangin'
I stick close to my main thang, leave a bad ho hangin'
I don't post on my main page, I been busy training

Deadman

(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Uhh)
(Yung Symo, yeah)
(Yung Symo, yeah)

I got a strap right on my hip
You pocket watching ill make sure you leak
Got a bad bitch right up on my bed, she complimenting me
Betta miss me with those feature DMs, we in different leagues
Gotta step up rocking rugged denim, only thrifted jeans
My pockets been bulking, stay fat
And yo new hoe keep calling me dad
Good thing I majored in kinesi
Cause I think I done blew out her back, uh
Miss me with them DMs when I'm done with you
I ain't ever let a wench get comfortable

I don't want chit chat 'bout nothing unless there is money that we got to talk about
Everything that I fuck with gonna be yo favorite but like 3 years from now
Man of my dreams and I geek off the lean but lil bitch ant got no plans of tapping out
Spazz on a track, yeah, Symo at bat, so you know that we gonna reach the clouds
Fuck it, we going on top dat
Ask that ho she know "slopdat"
She turned into a vagician
"Woah, gimme my cock back"
I don't want no mo' hoes on my roster
If a bitch gone give me lip then we toss her
Huh, huh
She acting macaroni time
Bronem do not no my slimes
Yo chopsticks not big as mine
Huh, Huh
Yo posse full of pussy like a clowder full of damn felines
Switch it let me spray a nine
Huh, you know what the fuck that I mean
Balinci all up on my feet
A bad ho sit right at my feet
Huh, huh
Acting captain of this fleet
Huh, and my ships an SRT

I got a strap right on my hip
You pocket watching ill make sure you leak
Got a bad bitch right up on my bed, she complimenting me
Betta miss me with those feature DMs, we in different leagues
Gotta step up rocking rugged denim, only thrifted jeans
My pockets been bulking, stay fat
And yo new hoe keep calling me dad
Good thing I majored in kinesi
Cause I think I done blew out her back, uh
Miss me with them DMs when I'm done with you
I ain't ever let a wench get comfortable

Thrifted Jeans

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Pull up on a Harley with a skelly bitch
Way cooler than all of y'all, I just been like this
Covered in all black dress, feel like Venom man
Pull up on a Harley with a skelly wrist
Dog her up off molly, I said fuck this shit
Ten toes down ain't stoppin' till I'm fucking rich
I just rock my own shit, you rock counterfeit

Brand new bitch she busty, she love me, uh
Bitch its 1 of 1, so it's fuck you not fuck me
We be Charizard rare, you is nothing you disgust me
Symo in da kitchen, turn yo top rapper to lunchmeat
I ain't fronting
Bitch, do not discuss me
Pull up to the function make you pop just like some runt seeds
I don't give no fucks, I'm counting money by the hundred
Spend it fast, I just done bought an AK from a Russian
I went goodwill hunting, I just copped a holy grail
Archive piece, no fire sale
Glizock, keep it by the scale
You call me one piece cause you know that I'm real
You bitches just clientele
You don't know me well

Pull up on a Harley with a skelly bitch
Way cooler than all of y'all, I just been like this
Covered in all black dress, feel like Venom man
Pull up on a Harley with a skelly wrist
Dog her up off molly, I said fuck this shit
Ten toes down ain't stoppin' till I'm fucking rich
I just rock my own shit, you rock counterfeit

Harley

(Symo)
(Symo)
(Symo, Symo)
(Woah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)

The money calling in so y'all get busy signal
I pull up in a lifted truck, this not no rental
I don't send my own shit out its too confidential
My money old as Biden, ho dats presidential
I got a friend with benefits, no vision dental
Yeah, that throat gon' stretch out, she built just likes limo
Just ate some Asian box, yeah, Imma call her bento
There's bitches all up in my crib, I call it Petco

Chop it down, flip it by the brick
Boatloads waiting on my dick
Cosigns from all of my hits
Cheap vans, don't dirty my ricks
I could really flex all day
Feel like I got tren in my veins
Bury me with watches and chains
Flex to death, aesthetic ass grave
Yellow bitch, no Simpsons, huh
Flying on like Jetsons, huh
Yeah I'm rich, young flexa, huh
Tell 'em all, I'm next up, yuh
I don't want, no extra, huh
I just want my credits, yuh
Feeling like I'm special, huh
But not like remedial
(Why would you even say that?)
I say what I damn please
Feelin like the bees knees
Huh, huh
Feelin' fly, Christopher Reeves
Keep my armies in my sleeves
In the lab like Dee Dee
Yeah, beat it right right back
Told that lil bitch that I'm the fight night champ
Treat this shit just like the gym, I'm programming for my raps
I even make sure that my fit is hard when I write tracks

The money calling in so y'all get busy signal
I pull up in a lifted truck, this not no rental
I don't send my own shit out its too confidential
My money old as Biden, ho dats presidential
I got a friend with benefits, no vision dental
Yeah, that throat gon' stretch out, she built just likes limo
Just ate some Asian box, yeah, Imma call her bento
There's bitches all up in my crib, I call it Petco

Petco

Fuck
Yeah, yeah, I’m a motherfucker
I been getting money holdin’ bands like a brinks truck, uh
Yeah, yeah, I’m a double cupper
Told that lil bitch to slide, oh yeah, and then it's legs up
Yeah, tote a knife, yeah, strapped just like Jack Krauser
Yeah, yeah, toting shells, hell yeah, strapped just like I'm Bowser
Yeah, pull up like alien in my new saucer
Yeah, yeah, and invade the space between her Minecraft boxers
Yeah, yeah, pull up hang with college foxes
We been smoking on exotic
Now them bitches think they hot shit
Yeah, yeah, tattoos all up on they bodies
Yappy bitches get to sloppin'
When they see the chain I'm rockin'
Fly as hell like a pimp, yeah
Told a ho get my bills, yeah
Better not get killed, yeah
I'm a man not a myth, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rockin' leather, it grips, yeah
Fitted out like a prince, yeah
Westworld, got my six, yeah
Double hit that bitch, yeah
Fuck that bitch, she a nat nat
Pass it right after I slammed, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Told my jeweler I'm back
Finna go nuke my bank, yeah
Hating on me, smoke crack, yeah
Rackies out, hol' up
Spread 'em out, you ain't got these bands
Money swole, call it Bradley Martin
Cause its big as mans
X on X, hol' up
Fuck a check, Ima make 'em dance
Made the beat, and I mixed and mastered
Did you think I'm playin?
Shoot twice, question once
Stressin', never off these dubs
Money, sex, checks, drugs
Ass 'n' titties, guns 'n' thugs
Rave hoes at the club
Told me that they love my songs
Told 'em that I love they bodies
I don't give fucks, safety's off
Twin glocks
Twin glocks, totin' twin glocks
Twin glocks
Twin glocks, I'm totin' twin glocks
Twin glocks
Twin glocks, totin' twin glocks
Twin glocks
Twin glocks, I'm totin' twin glocks

Twin Glocks

You're listening to Symo

I just had to reup cause I'm low
I go band for band with finance bros
I done po'ed the wock in Fanta, folks
I done-I done walked in clutching hella poles
Coulda sniped Osama with these scopes
Cross right-cross right on my neck just like the Pope
I be in Osaka going rouge

And I just had a perky right for lunch
I feel like Neo, bitch, I'm the one
I fold that bitch in half just like a buck
I cut that dude in two just like a sub
My money getting stacked, yeah hun' on hun'
Feragamo loafers, 1 of 1
Ori-origami posers, fold 'em up
I told that lil bitch "come meet the slimes"
Damn, I don't remember geeking half the time
Yo bitch a creature feature, I ain't lying
The fuck-the fuck you asked for smoke and now you crying
Huh, yeah, drama time
I got hella straps but ain't a dyke
I got hella hits just like a fight
And I done crashed the whip like once or twice
New trick every state when on the road
Fish scales on me, watchu know
Goyard- Goyard on my duffel hold it close
Luh Slime O, I ain't ever goin broke

Yung Symo
I just had to reup cause I'm low
I go band for band with finance bros
I done po'ed the wock in Fanta, folks
I done-I done walked in clutching hella poles
Coulda sniped Osama with these scopes
Cross right-cross right on my neck just like the Pope
I be in Osaka going rouge

Osaka (prod. yung fobee)

(Symo)
(Whoo, whoo)
You're listening to Symo
(Fucking on a porn star)
(Yeah I'm fucking on a porn star, porn star, porn star)

Fucking on a porn star, at least she built like one
Pull up in a foreign car cause I love stunting on yah
My money machine stay counting green, yeah, hunnid on hun
I'm fucking on so many bad hoes just call me Attila the Hun
Smoking on good gas, yeah, give yah that scary high
Stepping out fly as fuck, young kid Brundlefly
Looking too swagged, feeling just like a pirate
Fitness enthusiast, flex on my codeine diet

A 100 it's all on my wrist
I'm so in love with my my main bitch
When the pussy is mint that's just it
I don't do no mid so groupies shut it
Too bossed up, I look too legit
Yeah, the fuck
Count up my riches
Yeah, the fuck
My money just prints
Yeah, the fuck
I'm fresh like the prince
Yeah, the fuck
That's word to my kids
Giving the world to my kin, yeah
Po' the syrup just like gin
Fuck I feel like a G
Yeah, yuh smoke yah like beep
Good gas, BP
Yeah, fill 'em up, fill 'em up ding
Yeah, then spilling some blood on my jeans
Put 'em up, put 'em up
Yeah, pulling up twin guns
Yeah bitch, I been one of one
No shit, no runners up
Damn, Symo steady locked on his shit
That's just how I be, tryna get rich
I'm off hella drugs and hella thugs staying round on some twin shit
I remember praying on they downfall
Now I just get to action, tote a sawed off
Damn jugging and finesse for a dollar
We smoke marijuana till suns up

Fucking on a porn star, at least she built like one
Pull up in a foreign car cause I love stunting on yah
My money machine stay counting green, yeah, hunnid on hun
I'm fucking on so many bad hoes just call me Attila the Hun
Smoking on good gas, yeah, give yah that scary high
Stepping out fly as fuck, young kid Brundlefly
Looking too swagged, feeling just like a pirate
Fitness enthusiast, flex on my codeine diet

Attila

Ight
(Symo)
(Whoo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The loud pack comes smelling musty
All these bitches said they wanna fuck me, yuh
Told her I don’t love her she just busty
Catch a 30 to your face, we gon’ run shit up
Oh yah heard me, now yah love me, what the fuck you really want?
Bitch I told you turn around, I’m tryna hit it from the front
Only care about this green, only care about these bucks
Try-tryna talk bout greed, bitch, I’m tryna count it up

Bit-bitches on they knees, yeah they suck me, suck me up
All I get is money, all I care about is guap
I don’t do no talking, bitch, I’m tryna run it up
I don’t do no talking, bitch, my celly blowing up
Le-lean to the face, le-lean in my-
Le-lean to the face, le-le-lean in my cup
Purple pint up in this bitch we going dumb
Hol’ up
Count up hunnids in this bitch, you counting ones
Frames on my face, can’t see a hater
Fine shit wanna link, I’ll see yah later
Alexander McQueen all up on me layered
Coulda been a rock star, shoulda joined Slayer
Broke boy wanna up them arms, got a switch with lasers
Tony Montanan cooking with hammer in my Fazos, yeah
I just go Banner, I get madder without mo’ paper
G Lock-G Lock with extended clips, aim it at yo faces, huh

The loud pack comes smelling musty
All these bitches said they wanna fuck me, yuh
Told her I don’t love her she just busty
Catch a 30 to your face, we gon’ run shit up
Oh yah heard me, now yah love me, what the fuck you really want?
Bitch I told you turn around, I’m tryna hit it from the front
Only care about this green, only care about these bucks
Try-tryna talk bout greed, bitch, I’m tryna count it up

Musty

Fttt
What, what, what, Symo
Phew
What, what, wow (Yung Symo, Yung Symo, Yung Symo)

I 'member just flying in coach, now I be flying in private jets
I got a bad bitch wanna link, told fine shit come stretch that neck
I need at least like 15 K, tell the venue I won't do no less
And I got you bitch at my crib
First thing she said "what you tryna do next?"
Lil bitch, come give me face, then I gotta find my way to LA
Tryna geek up with my gang, then drop racks on new Balmains
I'm flexing everyday, feel like Nett, "we gon be ok"
Put them racks right to my face, bitch, I feel like Lil Tay

I'm tweaked out with my brothers and it's messing with my aim
I only aim for headshots, shot out Chief Keef, "bang"
I don't give no fucks about fame, I'm just tryna do a fuck a fan
And I'm bossed up, got my wings, goth bitch tryna suck me with fangs
Need at least 3 hoes by my side
If I don't got that I don't feel right
God damn, my whole damn roster fine
What the fuck you know bout that life?
333 that's right, yeah, 333 that' right
Just bought the team a pint, now we geeked up like all night
I'm a rockstar only life that I know
Fine shit wanna po' up and give me dome
Fuck that trick, I wan' be by my lone
I don't let nobody get too close
Yeah
I'm on a whole 'nother level and shit
I got a gobblegum under my lip
I just buy guns and percs that's it
Yeah
I just buy guns and percs that's it
Yeah
She not taking no nap, I just fucked yo bitch

I 'member just flying in coach, now I be flying in private jets
I got a bad bitch wanna link, told fine shit come stretch that neck
I need at least like 15 K, tell the venue I won't do no less
And I got you bitch at my crib
First thing she said "what you tryna do next?"
Lil bitch, come give me face, then I gotta find my way to LA
Tryna geek up with my gang, then drop racks on new Balmains
I'm flexing everyday, feel like Nett, "we gon be ok"
Put them racks right to my face, bitch, I feel like Lil Tay

Lil Tay (prod. strella)

(Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum)
(Wave your hands goodbye to the landlubber scum)
(I feel like Davy Jones)
(Bitch I feel like Davy-Davy)

Bitch I feel like Davy Jones
Y’all turning into bones
I'm in the Catacombs
Geeked up off some scary dro
Pull up with the baddest ho
Po’ that fo’ let’s go
Pop out like geronimo
Symo way too cold
Yeah, yeah
I been sipping the rum
Yeah
I been sipping the rum
Yeah, yeah
I been sipping the rum
I been sipping the rum, yeah
I been sipping the rum

I been sipping on rum
Fucking that bitch for fun, yeah
Go bring your friends, let’s go
Yeah, yo friends they go dumb
BFF gave throat, yeah
Yves Saint Laurent on coat
These bitches sniffing, they on coke
Symo gon-Symo gon’ give that a go, yuh
Symo gon’ give that a go
Jeans on the floor
Jeans on the floor
Jeans on the floor
I just linked up with yo bitch, her jeans on my floor
J-j-j-jeans on my floor (fu-fuck it)
Told ‘em “I don’t wanna live no more”
Cut up my wrists, let’s go (cu-cut it)
Why this feel like limbo?
What if-what if I whipped a new boat?
I’m just tryna get to the gold
Checks our chains and skulls, yeah
Pop out with a scope, damn
Pop out with a whole crew
You soft like tofu
My bitches drink soju
So geeked, seeing cartoons
I get sick as fuck if I see a pig like swine flu
Turn you to brine, fool
We wet like monsoon

Bitch I feel like Davy Jones
Y’all turning into bones
I'm in the Catacombs
Geeked up off some scary dro
Pull up with the baddest ho
Po’ that fo’ let’s go
Pop out like geronimo
Symo way too cold
Yeah, yeah
I been sipping the rum
Yeah
I been sipping the rum
Yeah, yeah
I been sipping the rum
I been sipping the rum, yeah
I been sipping the rum

(Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum)
(Wave your hands good-wave your hands good-landlubber scum)

Bottle of Rum

(Pyrate Life)
Yeah, it’s the pirate life for me
Hol up, and we rolling up this green, yeah
Hol up, and we blowing on some weed, yeah
Hol up, yeah, we rolling up some trees, man

It’s a pirate’s life for me
Windows down, when I’m cruising down the street, yeah
Two hoes said they wanna meet up
Told ‘em “let’s link real quick, lemme feed yuh”
Now they bouncing on my d bruh
Spring dick make a fit chick have a seizure 
Now I really gotta go
Can’t take a ho when I sail the seven seas, hun

I hit my op with a cannon
Slide by real fucking quick, turn to phantoms
Po’ a drop in my Fanta
SOS, lil bitch, get you bands up
I got-I got pints of red in my Lamb trunk
Pull up to a party and I’m fucking in Atlantis
Geeked up all day in a mansion
X marks the spot, lil bitch, pass the bag then
I sail like AWOL
I’m dressed like Halloween
Sporty trick gon’ play ball
That bitch gon’ swallow me
Geeked up like I don’t sleep
I pull up with my fleet
I’m shooting through yo teeth
I keep these racks on me

It’s a pirate’s life for me
Windows down, when I’m cruising down the street, yeah
Two hoes said they wanna meet up
Told ‘em “let’s link real quick, lemme feed yuh”
Now they bouncing on my d bruh
Spring dick make a fit chick have a seizure 
Now I really gotta go
Can’t take a ho when I sail the seven seas, hun

(It’s a pirate’s life for me)
(It’s a-it’s a pirate's life for me, yeah)
(It’s a pirate’s life for me)
(It’s a-it’s a pirate's life-a pirate’s life)

For Me

(Symo)
(Symo)
(You're listening to Pyrate Life, bitch)

Wave the flag, wave that flag, it's a Jolly Roger
Grab that bitch, fuck that bitch, in my Tommy boxers
Oh my god, oh my god, I'm a fucking monster
Isse Myaki my jeans
I think that I'm throwing the-throwing these hooks up
Think that I'm throwing these hooks up
Think that I'm-think that I'm throwing these hooks up
They wanna send me some Vogue
I dress like a pirate, I don't need a look book
Everything I say in code
I hop in the crows and shoot 'em like fuh fuh
Yeah, Symo the goat
Yah know how it goes, I give 'em that good good

Hrrr, when I walk in fight a kraken
Fully loaded, never lacking
Top of yo head leave it red like Aladdin
I got a creed, bitch, I feel like assassin
I got a bitch, she won't suck me, she sassy
Autumn and winter 07 my fashion
Everything vintage, I fuck with the past tense
Soon as I hop of the ship, she wanna-she wanna gimme them lips
She wanna swallow my kids
She wanna-she wanna swallow my kids
Cartier all on my hips
Bad bitch, I'm gon' make her dip
Fine shyt wanna suck me
That bitch just might need a bib
Keep that money on my head
Treat that shit like a bandana
We is too wet in this shit
We might catch you slipping, just like a banana
Chrome Hearts on my glasses
Lil bitch, what the fuck you ask me?
I don't like to listen much unless we talking cash, bitch
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, unless we talking doubloons
Ops I turn em to soup
Good boys turning to goons
Fit off, bitch you lose
Drip off charts, through roof
New Maybach new coupe
New May-new Maybach new coupe

Wave the flag, wave that flag, it's a Jolly Roger
Grab that bitch, fuck that bitch, in my Tommy boxers
Oh my god, oh my god, I'm a fucking monster
Isse Myaki my jeans
I think that I'm throwing the-throwing these hooks up
Think that I'm throwing these hooks up
Think that I'm-think that I'm throwing these hooks up
They wanna send me some Vogue
I dress like a pirate, I don't need a look book
Everything I say in code
I hop in the crows and shoot 'em like fuh fuh
Yeah, Symo the goat
Yah know how it goes, I give 'em that good good

Jolly Roger

(Symo)

Strange weather and it’s close
Better batten down the hatches, little ho
I got five bitches wanna suck me down below
I got new tinted frames, vision like a TV show
B-bad bitch wanna link up, told her “let’s go”
I got wings on my back so it’s hard to lay low
I got a pocket rocket strap, I’ll give your ass a halo
Yeah, 10 times out of 10 leave ‘em laying low
Laying low, laying low low
Laying low low
Fine lil bih po’ing up, po’ me fo’ mo
Li-lines in the drank cup getting real low
Got a cutlass by my lap, boy, don’t be a hero

I just fucked yo bitch in the back of my pimp pirate ship
Cruising round the waters in our saltwater drip
I’m a sailor with a laser on my stick
Leave a crater in your face hole if you bitch
I just fucked yo bitch in the back of my pimp pirate ship
Audemar baguetties sitting right up on my wrist
Crossbones, yeah, they also on my fit 
Ok awesome, yeah, I’m on my young pirate shit

I just fucked yo bitch in the back… while my parrot watched
Dude’s a freak, you should hear him talk
He learned from the best, yeah, luh Slime O, he a dog
I don’t wanna hear a noise less we talking guap
Raf on me while I’m in Bermuda
B-bad bitch on my lap, damn, she a cougar
Tylenol, she pop a couple, beat it, ooo yuh 
So much exotic pussy on me feelin’ like a zoo, bruh
I got bitches in the city tryna suck me with no jimmy on
I got ops outside, grab the cannon balls
Artillery I hit ‘em with gon’ leave ‘em gone
This my pirate life, lil bitch, this ain’t no sing along
Hop down when I got my shovel
Find the gold, lil bih, on the double
Symo in the area, prepare for trouble
Keep the iron on my waist just like a buckle

I just fucked yo bitch in the back of my pimp pirate ship
Cruising round the waters in our saltwater drip
I’m a sailor with a laser on my stick
Leave a crater in your face hole if you bitch
I just fucked yo bitch in the back of my pimp pirate ship
Audemar baguetties sitting right up on my wrist
Crossbones, yeah, they also on my fit 
Ok awesome, yeah, I’m on my young pirate shit

Sailor

(Symo)
(Phew, Symo)
(I'm in the Lake of Mud)
(I'm in the Lake of Mud, yeah)
(I'm in the Lake of Mud)
(I'm in the Lake of Mud, I'm in the Lake of-)

Hi-Tech in my cup, man, the Fanta look like blood
I'm in the Lake of Mud, yeah, Lil Slime O of that mud
Lil bitch hit my phone tryna say "Hey babe, what's up?"
But that bitch did not blow, so I call the trick a dud
Chest is full exotic strain so ain't no room for love
And my bank account done doubled, man, it's lookin' like my cups
Now she gon', yeah, now she gon' eat me up
Lil shawty, I got money now and it gon' leave 'em stunned

Yeah, got major capitol
Now I treat a bitch like a Labrador
I'm smellin' like benjamins
Yeah, and my main bitch like lavender
She wanna eat me like hamburger
Hol' up, I'm grabbin' the camera
Lil trick got stamina
And the pussy bald like a mannequin 
I got a new bitch, center fold
I gotcho bitch nude in a robe
Yeah, lil switch gon' get 'em gone
Iced out blick from catalogue 
I cover my tracks, dress in all black just like Dark Souls
But I keep a strap aim it at rats just like Bloodborne
Woah, uh hol' up, hol' up
Uh hol' up, hol' up
That bitch gonna po' up, I told that bitch po' in my cup
Uh hol' up, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Think I'm boutta throw up, I just really wanna feel sumn
Holy blade on my back, yeah, I'm strapped like a knight
Backwood in my left hand, elixir in my right
I would die for my bride, I would die for her tonight
Demons, I see you, believe it's on sight

Hi-Tech in my cup, man, the Fanta look like blood
I'm in the Lake of Mud, yeah, Lil Slime O of that mud
Lil bitch hit my phone tryna say "Hey babe, what's up?"
But that bitch did not blow, so I call the trick a dud
Chest is full exotic strain so ain't no room for love
And my bank account done doubled, man, it's lookin' like my cups
Now she gon', yeah, now she gon' eat me up
Lil shawty, I got money now and it gon' leave 'em stunned

Lake of Mud

Ya, ya, ya, yaaaa
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah (I mean, do you even think she's pretty?)

Have you ever met a bitch so fine you stutter from the face?
Two of those just hit my line and said they runnin' to my place
We off white, Miley Cyrus, Billy Ray
Yeah
Ok
All these bitches hittin' my phone up like they Cirque du Soleil
I got clown muh fuckers tryna put hands in my safe
Ducking 12, dodgin' ops, if I see bullets, Imma strafe
I got hella guns in my bag I feel like Ratchet 'n' Clank
(Cla-, Cla-, Cla-, Cla-, Cla-, Cla-, Clank)
Pistol clap so bitch get back
Pistol clap so bitch get back
It's Yung Symo, bitch he's back
Back, back
Back
I'm out my body, I'm off the map
I got a tommy, call it my MAC
I got a Russian bitch, callin' her blyat

Call up Yung Slime O and tell him relax
Pistol to your face, I don't do no rats
I'm all bout my cheddar so get out my trap
Yeah
This ain't no race but you comin' in last
Fucked on your bitch and I bust on her lash
You red like spaghetti, I'm bussin' a strap
All my bitches center fold
I rock silver, don't do gold
Smokin' gas it look like mold
(Beep, beep... beep)
All my bitches fresh from Europe
I got bitches sippin' syrup
This shit cat nip, pussy purrin'
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Oh my god they fuckin' worried
Symo left the fuckin' world
I'm in heaven with the birds
Work, work, work
Flip the pack, I get 'em served
Ice strap, hit 'em, burrr
My bitch just put her in fur

Have you ever met a bitch so fine you stutter from the face?
Two of those just hit my line and said they runnin' to my place
We off white, Miley Cyrus, Billy Ray
Yeah
Ok
All these bitches hittin' my phone up like they Cirque du Soleil
I got clown muh fuckers tryna put hands in my safe
Ducking 12, dodgin' ops, if I see bullets, Imma strafe
I got hella guns in my bag I feel like Ratchet 'n' Clank
(Cla-, Cla-, Cla-, Cla-, Cla-, Cla-, Clank)
Pistol clap so bitch get back
Pistol clap so bitch get back
It's Yung Symo, bitch he's back
Back, back
Back
I'm out my body, I'm off the map
I got a tommy, call it my MAC
I got a Russian bitch, callin' her blyat

Blyat

(I mean, do you even think she's pretty?)
Uh, uh-uh
Fttt
Symo
Anyway

I just fucked this bitch in the back of my Maybach truck
Half pint, yeah, po' the whole thing up
I don't give fucks, yeah, I don't give fucks
And my bitch so bad with her tan-lined skin inked up (shee)
And my fit so cold, man, the brand new SSENSE tough (tough, tough)

I'm up in NY, shopping at Soho, open a new credit line
Blowing these racks up, I don't give a fuck though, I'm boutta head line
Gotta dress how you want (what)
Gotta stunt while you living
Imma call up her friends
Cause my bitch in her feelings
Damn it's purp in my cup
That shit is looking like Grimace
I say "yo Ronald what's up?", huh
Yeah, we both serving millions
Got me some new lenses, yeah
Now I can count up my digits, huh
Think my bitch is autistic, damn
She want my dick as a fidget, yeah

Baby your the baddest girl
Baby your the baddest girl, yeah
Nobody else matters girl, yeah
Kissing in the bathroom girl
Kissing in the bathroom girl, yeah
But I kinda hope the catch us
Anyway

I just fucked this bitch in the back of my Maybach truck
Half pint, yeah, po' the whole thing up
I don't give fucks, yeah, I don't give- (ahh)
And my bitch so bad with her tan-lined skin inked up (shee)
And my fit so cold, man, the brand new SSENSE tough (tough, tough)

I'm with my team in Manhattan, we serving 'em, getting 'em right, uhh
Fucking on bad things and I told her it's only one night, yeah (it's only one night)
Yeah, swerve in the lot and I told 'em I dress like a knight
Sword on my back, Imma fight, yeah
Shawty she love when I shine (shee-shee-shee)
Yeah, I'm in the street smoking a cig with my gauntlets on
This little trick wanna tag along
And I know she got a badonkadonk
Heh, heh
Way I beat that pussy, it should be a crime
I don't link with squares, you should get with the time
My bitch is the baddest, I ain't even lying

Baby your the baddest girl
Baby your the baddest girl, yeah
Nobody else matters girl, yeah
Kissing in the bathroom girl
Kissing in the bathroom girl, yeah
But I kinda hope the catch us
Anyway

Gauntlets

(Slime O!)
(Motherfuckers talking about)
(You fuck with them? The fuck-)
(The fuck you even talking about?)
(I'm worried about one thing right now and that's me)
(Heh heh heh)

Everything I do, girl, I do it for you
Riding top down, girl, come look at the moon
It's a beautiful view and it's better with you
And I say fuck 'em all cause they- (oh my god!)

Pull up stunting like a monster when I walk round
No, this ain't no costume, I'm just flexing, I'm a boss now
When I pull up to the scene, man, it's jaws down
Yo bitch gave me head, when I'm done with her, it's dog pound (bye!)
Smell like Halloween is in the air, the air
All these tricky bitches getting shared over here
Smell like Halloween is in the air, the air
Couple witchy bitches, I can't pick, it ain't fair

Yeah
On me, on me
Turning green, I'm green
Brewing lean on lean
Couple sweets on me
I'm smoking tree, I'm sleep
B2B, me and my beat up jean
Friend of me? you ain't no friend of me
So why the fuck you in my party, you offending me
Damn, this bitch too gone of molly, man, she in too deep
Damn Yung Symo make it scary, every day's Halloween

Everything I do, girl, I do it for you
Riding top down, girl, come look at the moon
It's a beautiful view and it's better with you
And I say fuck 'em all cause they all see through

Pull up stunting like a monster when I walk round
No, this ain't no costume, I'm just flexing, I'm a boss now
When I pull up to the scene, man, it's jaws down
Yo bitch gave me head, when I'm done with her, it's dog pound (bye!)
Smell like Halloween is in the air, the air
All these tricky bitches getting shared over here
Smell like Halloween is in the air, the air
Couple witchy bitches, I can't pick, it ain't fair

I-I can't pick, I'm getting scared
I think these bitches got some wings, I seen 'em flying to some lair
Pull up, my carriage is McLaren
Man, I'm feeling like I'm Alucard, my money long as hair
(Yeah, cha-ching)
I know my bitch bad, please don't stare
I know racks bigger than yours
I know my fits hard but it's hers
Pull up swerving in a hearse
I got black mana, I'm cursed
Angel of death, man, do your worst

Symo

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