standbyme ft. ksavdagoat

XANMAN FREESTYLE
Prod. IKARUSCANFLY 🚀

(Lyrics)

Babygirl I want sum hot wings 
I just get high as hell iont een jot things
I got the strap by my dick like a jock thing 
Pop me a X & I roll when I’m rocking 
We got the drop we gon pop we not locking 
High as a bird & im hot call me Joaquin 
Balenci kicks babygirl im not walking 

She wanna know what’s the move what’s the vibe 
I keep a stick by my dick by my side 
I check the whip for I hop in the ride 
Hop in the Mazi & put it in drive 
Swim in the water with baddies in reefs 
Found me a Nicki Minaj on the creep 
She on my skin tryna suck like a leech 
I’m getting tan of a xan on the beach 
Took me a xan I need help with the comedown 
My lil cousin he loving the gun sounds 
He send you up if you give him the run round 
I’m sippin Espolon not with the rum rounds 
I up the chop then it came with a drum now 
Flashing the Glock lemme give you the rundown 

Babygirl this not a track meet 
Pull up & serve a lil J Issa crack meet 
I keep on fuckin with Niq she attract me 
I’m in the race & no they never lap me 
Bad lil bih & she looking like Daphne 
Fucked on a dyke bih she tried to dap me 
I had her looking like “why did you slap me?” 
Bro kilt a minor now he in Patakies 
Smoking on Finn I got lungs like an athlete 
Got it from granny lil niggas is crafty 
Xan got me moving robotic like chappie 
I got my racks up now they don’t say nun 
Glock got a green beam bae call it ray gun 
Uncle taught me cook the beef in some A1
Hoe I got 1 in the head tryna lay 1
Opp stick his head out the hole like a Gopher 
Niggas remember we was eating them stoffers
Wok in my cup niggas thought it was Stogers 
Poppin these xanz on the couch ima loafer 
But I’m still getting this bread ima loafer 
Yea im still getting this bread like a baker 
I got the stick in the grass like a raker 
Yung tony ball in the field like a laker

XANMAN

Reprod. JRDN

Lyrics:

Wake up 
Wake up
Get my bread up 
Run up 
Man down , that boy get done up 
Runnin round wit sum bad bitches & you know they throw that set up ￼
You ain’t getting no money like me pussy boy jus shut up 

Watchu talm bout nigga ? 
We runnin bands up til tomorrow 
My right pocket look like the morgue 
I’m rocking revenge can’t get it in stores 
Down on her knees she thanking the lord 
We upping the score like we playing sports 
That heat in my pocket it feel like a torch 

I might go fuck a Taurus I ain’t tried that 
Rack the glockiana & it slide back 
Shooting 50 mags we give em high hats 
Got the heater on me when I ride past 
I ain’t playing nigga I’m up 
My opps in a circle playing duck duck 
I’m taking this bink it feeling like a crutch 
Loving this molly niggas know I crush 
My Cuzzo on ice nigga like the pucks 

Yea niggas know I ball like the bucks 
Ok now I’m all the way up 
Yeaaahuh 
Yeaahuh

Can’t put this money on pause for a hoe 
Prime time bih im watching my show 
Plug get to tripping we wash him like soap 
Pour up some wok make a dirty lil toast 
Pop me a molly get fried like some toast 
Russian bih white like a sheet she could fly like a ghost 
I put a perc in her ass off the coast on a boat nigga you already know 
Was underwater we making it float 
I serve ya uncle a bundle of dope 

Had to wake up 
& get me some more 
Had to wake up 
Wake up 
Had to wake up 
Wake up

Wake Up Freestyle

Prod. Jankai 

(VS)
Chi Chi x4

(YvngTonyB)
I’m w/ VS we in VVs
In the sky we fly like DBz
Put my side bih in some CC
Not John Cena know you see me

Oh she went blind jus from the diamond shine 
She gon top before the whine & dine 
In my pocket rondo numba 9
Gettin dome , all on live 

I’m sippin Triss & Sprite that Golden Frieza 
Told a bih fuck that hoe I never need her 
Fantastic four I’m flame on w/ that heater 
We on the ship w the vamps like last Demeter 

(VS) 
Chi Chi x4
Woah, ice on my neck got me freezing 
Get popped like Percocet for reaching

Chi Chi (feat. VS)

Lyrics: 

All I really know is get money stack hoes 
Gotta keep a few on tuck, Roll 
Calling on god think I lost my soul 
He ain’t hit back & the shit get old 
Too much weed in the air like mold 
Too much weed in the air like mace 
Ghost gun Glock won’t leave no trace 
Fire his body he feeling like Ace

Hit the lil boy in his face 

Chop put a hole in his face like acne 
Drunk in drive think the whip gon crash me 
I was up front end up in the backseat 
Runnin up hands pussy boy keep laughing 
Taking this Molly baby girl don’t ask me 
Know you need a perc baby yea you keep snapping 
I was off a perc can’t even keep rapping

HIRAETH

Lyrics 🐍

(YvngTonyB)

We don had alotta real conversations  
Told her ass chill 
Wasn’t really patient 
But she didnt mind waiting 
I was on the porch tryna chill 
Family members keep getting killed 
Why I keep poppin these pills 
Ridin round town tryna spill 
Mommoms house 4ave decorations 
Runnin in w straps & they asian 
Ebonese bih and she hatian 
Cooking ebenezzar scrooge in the basement 
Do whatever i needa do get this payment 
Servin soft sellin hard no pavement 
I hit him w the switch like enslavement 
I him w the switch now he kilt 
Im tryna get him popped like a pill 
I really wanna know watcha on shawty 
Cuz nowadays yea im really on shining 
We can put ya on sumn
Percocet molly watcha want honey  
Jus make sure the top dumb 
This a Russian p90 tryna drop sumn 
Talm bout a lil bitch nigga hoe 
Skrtn down the block checkin curbs like woah 

(VS)

And if we got a problem ima meet him at the door 
I might fuck his thotty she won’t see my ass no more 
Got clips for everybody lemme know if you wan go 
Like Roxy in his body flush a nigga like commode 
Ima pop it cuz im violent if a nigga want sum more 
I be vibin I ain’t tryna get me beat & I can go 
He be trying but I know that nigga kinda slow 
She be lying let me know that bitch is a hoe 
& I ain’t lying iont care where this shit gon go 
I be trying but I feel like she don’t even care though 
Left her crying lil bih you know how karma go 
In her a mind like a fiend that jus want him some dope
Waste my time now that lil bih can’t get it no more  
I jus grind & these niggas wan fuck on some hoes 
She ain’t mine but she still let me fuck on her though
Out my mind but I’m still gonna fuck w the bros 
Porcupine if he say that it’s up he get poked 
Ima guy but he not that guy he stroked 
Oh my god bruh this type a shit getting old 
Hit that guy up right in his mf nose 
Right in his mf nose x2
Hit that guy up woah 

(YungTonyB)

& niggas been known that i cant even fold 
My heart is on ice its columbian cold
Want me to stay cuz she know that i go 
She playin games i aint have no control  

I ain’t know that bih was a hoe 
Why you ain’t tell me that bih was a hoe? 
No one told me that bih was a hoe 

I ain’t know 
If I had woulda left her at the door 
Got the shit back now I’m getting my flow 
& it’s free Donny til the bih come home

H.O.E (feat. VS)

Lyrics: 


Hop out with the strap , yelling action 
I can’t even tell you where I been or where it happened 
Worried bout the now it’s all these bitches shaking asses 
Martin had a dream & I got rich as he imagined 
But this perky & this molly make me itch it got me scratching 
5&56 it hit ya face you have reactions 
Better hope the gang dont see you out boy they gon catch him 
Laid him on the pave we made a grave ain’t need a caption 
Bih ain’t need a casket 

Thorough as it get lil pussy boy ain’t need to cap shit 
Ima hit the town Glock 30 tryna wack shit 
& you know the mossberg flip him acrobatic
Rock out like a band 
Call me Lenny Kravitz

Yea, he ain’t know we had it 
Now he dead x3

Whoever stand by me get treated like royalty 
I’m showing love to the ones that supported me 
Trappin & drugging they knew it was more for me 
She hit my line beat the pussy accordingly 
She loving me like I’m loving the bands
Glock with a drum 
Stick in my hand 
I was a wolf living life on the lam
I pour a 2 in a Mountain Dew can

Lyrics: 

I pour a 2 in some soda & don’t even feel it 
Baby this just for the function 
Poppin this Molly I can’t even function 
I put some cum on her face got her blushing 
Slangin that dope & it white like a Russian 
Blowing this money my bih got suction
K finna hit you get rocked like concussion 
These niggas chicken they came w the stuffing 

Bet they ain’t show up 
I put my hoe up 
Don’t even need her I said I can show her 
I put my hook on her bumper & tow her 
She said im too high I can’t een get lower 
Shoulda been dead bih im thanking the lord 
Im in the trap & im plugged a cord 
Hop out the 4 door 4 44s
Got this bih so up I took off her clothes 
She sniffing snow up it’s white on her nose 
I put some red on his nose 
Like Rudolph 
I got the sack in my pocket a cue ball 
Bro got a K in the cut for the shoot off 
I had to cut it they saying I’m too raw 
I had to up it the chop gotta cool off 
I keep a pint on freeze in the cooler 
Slangin that rock bih I work for a jeweler 
Every day day off 
yea like bueller 
Bih but I stay on 
Yea I got motion 
I get to gassin her up I could fuel her 
Live underwater I been in the ocean 
I got the strap on my body like lotion
She said these niggas ain’t hittin like tolson 
Grinding my teeth like im jaw/locked 
Flossin 
Buy me a bih like I came from the auction 
Sippin on lean like I came from new Austin 
I took the 209 straight up to Boston 
Bro caught a body I hate that we lost him 
Murder-in-the-first 
Handing out coffins 
Smoking weed 15 years why I’m coughing 
Coolin w my baby in her mouth like a losange 
W, xyz no losses 
Choppa spray his neck get him wet like dolphins 
Cooking up crack can’t forget to add sauces 
Said I’m really growing on niggas like mosses 
Do it on film
Horrible bosses 
We check him out & he paying the cost
She eat my dick in the morning like sausage
I ride around with that strap I won’t toss it 
Cooking that shit up yea Betsy Ross 
Pull up with the bag I could teach you how to floss

Caribou

Rafters

DWD Freestyle

NO K (Feat. Poodie P & VS)

Bypass

Lyrics: 

Ran up me some racks I can’t een play w/ not one nigga 
Bih you smoking crack you think we only got one trigger 
Bih we got like 3 or 4 
I could pull up ya door 
Stage it as a suicide 
But they ain’t een find a note 
I been out here chasing bands 
Cuddy playing find a note 
Nigga I jus cheated on my bitch im tryna find a tote 
Once I get this bag & give it to her prolly find her a throat 
Knew a bih was fine as hell until she got too fine a dope 
Turn down on this block that’s on my pop boy you ain’t finding hope 
Put his ass in critical his momma like “he fine I hope 
Foenem laughing at the bitch my cuddy cry laughing like nope
Fucked off on my bih because I went & found a finer hoe
Fuck off on my bih i tol that bih like bae we cant elope 
Hop out w the pole i crack his head jus like some antelope
Baby feel the breeze im in the trees jus like some antelope 
Molly in my drink im finna sing im sippin antidote 


If you see me bih don’t try to play me know I’m clutching 
Stay up off this sip bc it’s wok not robitussin 
Shawty found me in the car hoeing now she cussing 
Nina like my bih if I get into it im bussing 
She seen what’s on my wrist & now she wanna call me husband 
Do you want the nails or is you tryna have a luncheon ? 
You ain’t getting both cuz bih I need some time to hunch it 
Beating up the pussy when im in it prolly punch it 
When I get that money hoe I need that shit in bunches 
Cuzzo set trippin for his birthday he got crutches 
I fucked this one Australian she spoke jus like Dutchess 
Told me that she love me baby girl now that’s the Dutch talk 
Run up on my gang & nem that arp get fucked off 
Uncle said be careful w that shit bc the cut off

Jerk Freestyle

Prod. Shango

Lyrics :

Gotta keep on grinding cuz I know jus what’s in store for us  
Uncle Servin Robbie that’s that white boy off victorious 
Cuzzo popped a Molly & he look like he feel glorious 
I been outside all night but it’s not w bloods like Morbius
Snatch & grab 
Take a bag
I know that’s it’s more for us 
Drop a tab 
Do a dab 
Baby I got more for us 
& I can’t keep a stick like a spell I get sorcerus
Hotter than a bih I’m in hell like a Cerberus 
Ain’t nobody serving us 
Trap go like a restaurant 
Bae I put this Molly in my drink so I can’t rest a lot 
Pussy high as hell he in his bag cuz he ain’t catch the plot 
Cuddy bought a scope & a beam he got extra dots
I jus need a hoe & a bean I take extra shots 
She like baby boy you so thin, I take X a lot 
& that bih say yes a lot 
Got up off her knees tryna breathe like she jus said salaat
I be in the fortress w the guys like it’s Camelot 
Nigga you get camera shot 
Okay now he camera shy 

Riding round town w a band of mine x3 

Glock on me like a friend of mine x2

Glock on me like a pill 
Pussy ass boy get spilled 
Ridin round town w the bag 
Ridin round w a pill

Glorious

Coo (Feat. Poodie P)

Cabo (Feat. Poodie P & JayyFrmDaG)

Prod. LVCIEN

LYRICS:

You couldn’t tell me 
young nigga wasn’t up 
I keep sum purp
Right in the double cup 
Bih got him hurt 
That nigga doubled up
I tol her jump 
Baby it’s double Dutch 
I tol her fuck 
Or get off the promenade 
I cook up the dope 
This is not papa John’s 
Fuck is sum hope 
We ain’t got none of that 
We make it work 
Or we gon double back 

Yea

Bih we jus double back back 
I got a chip on my shoulder like rap snacks 
I tol em gng finna catch him w rat traps 
30 round glock & it’s right in the knapsack 
It get you wet wet 
Jus like the ocean 
I got a weird last name til stolson 
I was jus ri-din high 
Coastin 
I had a bail & a bond she post it 
If it was beef lil nigga we roast it 
You aint never heard yungtone like this
 baby
I’m on some whole other flow shit 
Tol that bih put the money on the floor bih 
I’m ridin round town & I’m tryna flow shit 
Lil bih hit me up & I promise I ghosted
I don’t give a fuck bouta a nigga or a bitch & I swear that x2
I’m ridin town w the glock & im tryna go hear it

Prod. Rude Bwoy SG II

(Lyrics)

When Im finished w the hoes I swear I’d rather be with you 
I don’t gotta tell her nothing she know everything we do 
I be stomping I’m not steppin I ain’t walking on the moon 
Donny shooting like he Stephen why he still got 22 
Big ol hol up in his chest yk it wasn’t no 22
25 to life 
What he gotta do 
Baby on mind 
Molly on my tooth 
Focus on my grind 
Locking in & im coo 
Locking in & im awesome baby said what’s the move 
Pulling off bih move
Boujie bitch bad mood 
Got the stick bamboo 
Choppa tote 2 boobs 
I whip the shit can’t cruise 
Couldn’t make it here says who 
Couldn’t make it here says you 
But I made it here like ooo
& I’m heating up like soup 
& I’m beating up her walls 
Like I’m training up for a fight 
Got Molly water last call 
Ima sip the shit all night 
Baby gripping on my pipe 
Gotta whip the shit left right 
In the dark shine light bright 
& I tol the hoe it’s on sight 
Buddy got him * that night 
If im sippin liquor it’s spiked 
He a rug rat like spike 
Won’t discriminate against a dyke 
Ima buss her down get her right

W / U

Basic (Feat. Poodie P)

B0TT0M L!N3 Ft. Jxhn Sxlx Prod.  Dvtchie//Nonbruh

DrNk CAlls at LAteNitE Prod. Sheed The Buddha

(So much purple, it's brown bruh...a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup!)

Verse:
Eating Ice cream, It's on top of wifey
Ain't no hype beast, My dime piece is feisty
We ain't fighting, I hit you with that lighting
Smoking cookies, I don't need no visine
Diamond boogies, Addy got her biting
Yung but I seen some shit that's really frightening 
I go niggas hiding, cuz I said they dying
On the beat I'm gliding, thought a nigga writing 
Brand new clip exciting, make me wanna try it 
King Mezzy on the beat but Ice Bream hit me with that fire
I'm jus tryna stack a hunnid mil so I can retire
Ya bitch pussy stank like milk, it might be expired
Fuck round with the gang get kilt, checking for them wires
I be with suppliers when they slangin' to the buyers
S/o 21, I keep a knife like Michael Myers
My ex hate my guts say I'm a cheat and I'm a liar 
But that's just what she do, can't change the past, I'm getting higher
Black on Black I'm flyer, Yo bitch my admirer
I pull out and surprise her, The glock my sympathizer
It cry and you get sad
I only where the mask when I'm schemin' for the cash
Dip out on them fags 'tis the season to do the dash
Shawty love my semen honestly it's kinda bad
A pussy make me mad, Ima spray and leave him dead
R.I.P my Dad, took a bullet to the head, If I pull it then you red
Getting paper cut, like a nigga read, nuff said
I'm still off the meds, shawty still in my bed
Sorry just won't be said, Nigga I'm on the edge

Reese's Peanut Butter Cup Freestyle Prod. King Mezzy

Real Name Omitted 4 Privacy. Yu Feel.
In Order of appearance___S/O NYX for the melody n Solo for tha verse. Felt like a composer putting the shit 2gether. NK had the dope beat, made me wanna rip it from the heart lmao enjoi. Shit's on point. Lyrics @tta later d8.

NOELLE ( RNO4P) w/ NYX & Jxhn Sxlx Prod. NKBeats

RUNNIN' MAN RE-MASTERED Prod. Tristan

BAD DREAMS Ft. Jxhn Sxlx Prod. Elev8

too late to win too early to know 

302 • Rick’s World • LLJOJO

YvngTonyB

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