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(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

Prod. Shango 🕺🏽

(Lyrics)

(Poodie P)
I give a fuck what you saying cuz the shit that I’m sayin gon’ make me some more 
Get the fuck out of my way while I’m smashing the wraith & I’m breaking the law


(YvngTonyB)
Hook:
Need nobody lil baby what you thought 
Shawty outta sight outta mind like a thought 
Never need money I just like what it bought 
Heating off a bean need to take sumn off 
Smoking on weed niggas ain’t gon cough 
Look at my bih like it ain’t your fault you a hoe 
You just gon do what you taught, what you know 
I was in the trap big boogers like colds 
Slangin this rock to a J , no Cole 
Most of yall niggas ain’t real yall fold 
Damn that’s shame 
Already know 
Iont feel paint iont even feel bro 
Stacking this money iont even feel broke 
Hot shot Glock put em down like dope 
& I got white on the bed like coke 


(VS)
Yea
& I got white on the bed like coke 
That really mean YSL ya lil hoe 
I feel like that guy I could fuck on ya hoe 
I guarantee that bih ain’t telling me no 
That’s why you can’t trust these people 
If you let her know where you sleep though
She gon have somebody out ya peephole
Throwing rumors on my body better know I eat those 
Always tote me a shotty for the fucking creepos 
That bih say she want some Guala get it gone Faneto 
You ain’t touching on my body what the fuck ya here for ? 
Tryna add up my commas so I won’t hear my mom out her mouth talking bout something that she tryna go without 
& all of that gibberish coming out his mouth niggas better watch what the fuck he be talking bout 

(Poodie P)
Niggas bet watch what the fuck he be sayin 
I’m tearing shit up when I go super saiyan 
I fuck her for free know you niggas be paying 
Been fly for awhile gimme top when I land 
I got a choppa it came from Iran 
Fucked up off that drank iont know what im saying x2

(Hook)

(Poodie P)
Baby tell me what’s the difference 
Play with my money I get ignorant 
Don’t give a damn cuz I’m widdit 
We just been fussing & fighting I come in, goodnight
& I buss on her titties 
Pour me a duece now I’m litty 
Ride with a tool & a semi 
Take me a two

WDNN (feat. VS & Poodie P)

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

(Lyrics) 

Tryna get my racks up 
I need packs in 
Why you acting like you don’t know where the bag is 
She know by my side Issa Glock w a mag in 
Treat that pussy like a Bop-It we gon smack him 

I been chasing green like a goblin peter parker 
Shawty try to line me me on my momma ima spark her 
Nigga i still remember getting high with Cameron Carper 
Statute limitations we cant talk on what we authored 
Murder what he wrote these hollow tips is what he offered 
Cuzzo tryna paint a nigga red like a marker 
Ak47 wooden grip feel like an archer 
Niggas walking round w fake guns he a larper 
But it aint no revives 
Run up bet he fr-ied
But im w some Cs lemme see i bet he D-ied 
Pussy getting denied 
Stretch him like some Levis 
They wont jump up in that water he a feline 
I jus talked to VS he said we high up like the treeline 
Walkin w a stick im tryna scratch em like a rewrite 
Poodie keep it P he make em float jus like a weed high 
Pennies kept me wise But now im rollin on sum blue guys 

Lately I ain’t boutta argue bout it 
If u mad & need some get back nigga spark a choppa bout it 
I don seen a couple niggas bit ain’t gotta bark about it 
I been trappin out her crib & she wont tell me walk up out it 
Hit a nigga w this choppa for his shoes & walk him out 
We two steppin on the blues & my brothers all about it 
We don’t talk about it

Mayfair Freestyle

Caribou

Rafters

In Order Of Appearance: 

YvngTonyB 🕺🏽

VS 🏌🏽‍♂️

Poodie P ⛹🏽‍♂️

Top Floor (Feat. VS & Poodie P)

2 Chainz (Feat. Poodie P)

DWD Freestyle

Prod. Kevin Katana 🤺

Lyrics:

Bih we don bossed way way up 
I dare a lil bih try to play us 
Ya money start to fade you stacking grey up 
I’m up in the mix causing chaos
Bih im highed up no layoffs 
I could fuck on you no layups 
My nigga make it spit if you dont pay up 
I really need to go & spark a J up  

Gave him a bloodbath call it a red ache 
Fuck on a thot bih 
Gave me a headache 
Gave him a bullet hole he need a band aid 
Drank in my cup & it’s redder than cool aid 
Bih I jus got me some new Js 

Run up some more money x12 

Get a few bands for next weekend 
My Cuzzo jus bought him a Benz 
Tell em wrap that shit up like the Deacon 
You see me jus know that I’m tweaking 
I’m on a bad bend 
Hoe tell me what is you speaking ? 
We jus gon fuck we not friends 
I pull up then that is the end 
But she know im the beginning 
Walk in this bih in my fitted 
I tuck the glock where it fit in 
I shoot that boy im not fibbin 
Avenue apes not a gibbon 
I took it this shit wasnt given
I look up like how am i living 
Im wild aint got no religin 
If you dont fear god fear a pistol 
PPS43 whats the issue ? 
Right in town w/ this bih tryna split you 

Run up some more money x4

way up (find a)

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

too late to win too early to know 

302 • Rick’s World • LLJOJO