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$WAG


hook 


there ain’t no one like me,
ain’t no one got my mind,
Sticking to the script cant go switching up the lines,
Got yo bitch comin thru,
finna break her spine,
Ima pretty motherfucker shorty call me Calvin Klein,

Lean with it rock,
swaggin when I walk,
pro pot puffer pill popper on and off,
never off the clock cause the gram stay on the clock,
I don’t need no Grammy I can make the panties drop,

bitch made that boy bitch made he a blood sucka,
put him on the news bet he feel like Tom tucker,
hand on that bitch moth shorty say she wanna smother,
boy you ain’t no big stunta, shut yo dick sucker,


Verse


if that bitch wanna slide tell that hoe my crib the monkey joes, 
bouncing up and down make that bitch look like she jumping rope,
yes I am a flunkie not no junkie just a punk at soul, 
Snortin lines of shit that I don’t know I got a bloody nose,

fucked up fucked up fucked up,
Who the fuck walkin round talkin like they tough,
if yo bitch a dime then my bitch a hundred bucks,
I ain’t come to chill bitch I came to get the succ,


hook 



YY RELOAD 


hook 


switch it up I hit that yy reload,
Run it up now I need the dinero,
maybe I fucked on yo bitch,
yung mekel the new Ben Shapiro,

blowin up just like soda and mentos,
Don’t got one pistol I’m goin akimbo,
yo bitch got bodies like bohemian temple,
Fucked up when I’m whippin the rental,

Self made I’m a superstar,
In yo bitch pussy more than you are,
popping out the blue like a nude cop,
perfect aim when I shoot shots,

countin money I don’t share it with her,
blowin gas ima air bender,
Pussy boy soft as a care bear,
I seen ya at the welfare center,


Verse


dudely dudely duh that pussy boy talkin we rip thru his cut, hey,
55 rounds in this drum that’s gonna be 55 rounds in yo slut, hey,

I fucked that bitch In the ass, hey,
there wasn’t a test that I passed, hey, 
pull up I’m pressing the gas,
mofuckas talk but ain’t flexin no cash, hey,

yea I’m stickin needles not no junkie I do voodoo, 
yung mekel a demigod on god you should call me yung cuthulu, 
And I’m on yo shawty list I bet it’s a to-do,
You is a bitch go start a YouTube,
I put his face on a sweater remind me of fubu,
talkin that shit you get hit with a two two, uhh,


hook





@wtfm3k3l

$WAG//YY RELOAD (PROD. @TRACYZOMIE & @CRVLLLY)

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*freestyle*
VOX:@lvstforpain @Blckk
PROD: @fenrirprod
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lvst:

make family not friends

Bitch I be sick like some cancer...
oh fuck
Ugh
Shots at his fazos I make em dancer yuh
yaeeuh
Clique full of stingas I feel a manta yuh
yeauh
Pour up a four finna fuck up my fanta yuh
YUH - YUH
bitch I break yo jaw
yeah-heah
you ain't pay no rent ain't got no job
know this - know this- know this shit got pop when fenny prod
yeah-heah
no i- no I ain't no human I'm a GOD
-a GOD
Treat her like a 🐶
if she ain't be throwing all dat back then she be gone
she gon steady eat up on my meat - filet minion
you be smoking on that fuckin reggie from the lawn
from the la-
missing the car when you blowin a switch
ain't tuck automatic cuz you is a b----
they gon get crushed like I'm chewin a ritz
stick gon get hot I ain't using no mitz
joggin em down I be sweatin his pits
bitch
ain't need a gun Im strong armin this lick
off of the x I be lit
lit!
salvation army-army up on yo fit
shit huh,
yo hoe gon beg fo spit huh
MVP shit, I'm the number one they pick ugh
if- if we talking money then you know I double dip ugh-ugh---ugh
uppercut that pussy make him bite his fuckin lip ugh
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blckk:

vest on my body
not pressing nobody for shit
I just get rid of them bitch
heard what you put out you fucking my day up
fuck it we send him way up
shit not no game when you talk about me
pussy you couldn't say much
people get hurt when you fucking with me
tryna find out what I got
on me, right now
ten magazines on me, right now
coulnd't hit me I'm breathing, pipe down
tell a fed I ain't see shit

sell the fuck out my life for like two M's
I could kill if you pay me a few of them
I don't tell no one shit I got two friends
you don't got what I got you could pretend

keep me out of them lists I'm too different
and it's still fuck a diss ima kill him
kick that faggot the fuck out of his skin

I don't care 'bout my life you could take it
motherfucker I shoot when you break in

shit been quiet you get what you pay for
pussy watch out I kick in the front door
bitch I'm 'boutta go put you on best gore
get him popped 'fore he let out that ten four

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CANCER FT. BLCKK (PROD. FENRIR)

LINEUP:
@BRUHMANEGODDD
@SNIPZTEA
@LVSTFORPAIN

PRODUCTION BY @ventingpalace
ART BY @SNIPZTEA

RETAIL THERAPY

UNHINGED

UNHINGED  prod. Scarlet Painter

@prodbynxtty

shoot like panasonic
choppa turn him catatonic
double deuce, that polly pocket rocket
you cant stop it

ugh
pull it, cock it, just like brodie said
bitch stop the talkin
pistol poppin
blick got tits like dolly parton
beg your pardon?

ugh
i might mollywh-
molly- mollywhop him
and if i got it on me
shit, then i might prolly pop him
he want problems
up like benihana
chop sing like sinatra, or the opera
bet that yoppa make him fly like harry potter

i feel like waka flocka
and when i walk in, lil bitch, you best adjust your posture
wet his shit up, look like pasta
bitch im tryna run the racks til my pockets big poppa
or umaga
bitch you not on nada, takin shots like vodka

ugh
he want smoke, it's vapor
and if that nigga got a bitch, then i could prolly take her
bitch im on my grind like baker
all black like the undertaker
chop gon eat, that nigga catered
i keep magazines like fader
up that shit and see you later

and this shit not on paper
this shit off the top
im cookin bitch, feel like the rock
i pull the yop and wet his block
ugh, bitch get off my jock
and if that nigga talk, im flippin shit like tony hawk
i call the crows, my niggas flock

bitch its swag goth, choppa built like dad bods
eat like bathsalts, pull up with the mask off
y'all got mad flaws, i just rap my ass off
and if a nigga got something to say then bite the asphalt

shoot like panasonic
choppa turn him catatonic
double deuce, that polly pocket rocket
you cant stop it

ugh
pull it, cock it, just like brodie said
bitch stop the talkin
pistol poppin
blick got tits like dolly parton
beg your pardon?

MOLLYWHOP! [PROD. NXTTY]

(HOOK)
ugh
been told these niggas that im spiteful
i aint finna stop until my wallet like a bible
fully loaded chop erase a nigga like a typo
finna pull up on his block and get to spinnin like a cyclone
ugh

swear these niggas make me sick tho
i be doin me you need to get up off my dick hoe
call the bro to line a nigga, he get rick roll'd
told him try me nigga, now he foldin like a flip phone

(VERSE 1: YUNG FLEX)
get low
bitch we in the rich, we throwin big 4s
niggas been hoes
you a lil nigga, im the big bro
ayeee
swear to god these niggas bitch tho
your shit rey mysterio, im totin big show

get to poppin like a kickflip
this shit could get dirty, totin 30, thats a big clip
choppa twist a nigga like a ripstick
all a nigga see is dead faces like a sixth sense

ugh
put that nigga in the dirt
if the bro gon do em bad, i promise imma do em worse
finna pull up on his block and pull that nigga out the hearse
finna send that boy to hell, gon make him wish he went to church

ugh
fully automatic, fuck a burst
finna pick off all his brodies, he gon think a nigga cursed
how the fuck he finna do me in if imma do him first?
and i promise when im done that boy gon need more than a nurse

(HOOK)

(VERSE 2: AYOOLII)
120 on the dash, i had to switch foreigns
to the money every day, that's where im goin
i knew i was that nigga since the day i was fuckin born
beatin on that bitch head like pierre borne

i be airborne, bitch im fly as fuck
nigga talkin bout he got them g's with a hunned up
catch you flashin out a stash, better put it up
walk up in the mall with a dub and a tommy tucked

old nigga talkin bout some pape that he been had
im a young flexer with my nigga, big mad
i aint worried bout no pape that i been had
niggas always talkin bout some shit that they been had

has been
talkin crazy, imma call my brother cash kid
up a arp
they gon be like, "nigga i aint never fuck with ayoolii"
crackin shit like a jump, shootin movies like a comedy

(HOOK)

SIXTH SENSE (REMIX) (FEAT. AYOOLII) [PROD. YUNG FLEX]

don’t got diamonds on my neck yet but i might slit it 
lucky i ain’t dead yet living my visions 
if she want static i’ll make a decision 
split you in half like im making divisions 

i might split a bitch wig like i’m pouya 
since a kid im swinging big sticks what’s it to ya 
bitch i practice my amendments 
ima blast if they fucking with my clique bitch 

give a fuck it’s okay 
ima wait til she spin back 
i don’t really do the fucking chit chat 
took ya bitch and i won’t give ya bitch back
you can feel my mf wrist snap 

bitch i’m out front 
kicking back my feet 
thought she was about it but it’s her ion see 
hoe do not compare 
where you cannot compete 
wylin if you think you’ll be a step ahead of me 

i don’t got bread
but i got cake 
better watch out for the money ima make 
i don’t got kids 
but i got sons 
tryna keep up bitch you better get to runnin

RITUALZ FROM THE TRAP (prod. Leach)

SHÏNÏ GÄNG.

BEATS/CONTACT: yungflexlaflare@gmail.com