THØT ft. DE4DZ (Prod. GEOGotBands)

KiCKBACK (prod. cg)

LiKE THIS (prod. qulan)

i had covid wen i made ts, it was so hard to record lmao

lyrics:

(hook)
yea, you gotta lil nigga hypin yo head, huh?
i gotta stick in my hand, shootin my shot and im leavin you dead
lil nigga shut up
money on money bitch, you know im counting up
got my money, im stackin up
and if you wanted smoke then you know that i got it up

(verse)
and its stuck
with my gang if i keep it a buck
testin me? bitch u testin yo luck
got my choppa, you know this shit buss (bow)
(yuh, bow)
bitch, look at me now
i gotta choppa beside me, so if he gon try me im gunnin him down

come around me, you get shot at yo fitted
tell em "thank you for doing your buisness"
dont bother me nigga look at yo mentions
ice on my neck bitch, i got me a pendant
spinnin the block, but that lil nigga dippin
caught that lil nigga over here simpin
why this lil nigga lookin at me like im fuckin stupid?
is this lil nigga trippin?

yea, is this lil nigga limpin?
shootin my shot in his face; Scottie Pippen
holdin dis wok or this tris, yea im sippin
all of these diamonds on my wrist, they glisten
why the fuck is this bitch nigga bitchin?
all the fuck he gotta do is listen
bitch im sick, lil nigga keep distance
callin that lil nigga bitch cuz he dissin

callin that lil nigga bitch cuz he fishin
stop askin lil-...(uh)
stop askin lil bitch i aint sendin
lil nigga, get off of my dick bitch

sometimes, i gotta switch it up
not like that, yea i am not fake as fuck
with my gang, yea you know that i keep it tuck
choppa send you to heaven; turn you to dust

(hook)
yea, you gotta lil nigga hypin yo head, huh?
i gotta stick in my hand, shootin my shot and im leavin you dead
lil nigga shut up
money on money bitch, you know im counting up
got my money, im stackin up
and if you wanted smoke then you know that i got it up

yea, you gotta lil nigga hypin yo head, huh?
i gotta stick in my hand, shootin my shot and im leavin you dead
lil nigga shut up
money on money bitch, you know im counting up
got my money, im stackin up
and if you wanted smoke then you know that i got it up

MONEY ON MONEY! (FCKBWOY!)

(prod. squirlbeats)

Lyrics:

(hook)
get up off my page, you movin' different
don't got time for hoes, sayin that they 'miss him'
I'm 'him', got these bitches trippin' huh?
talk to me about that cash or I don't listen

bitch I'm takin' all yo stuff and then I'm dippin' (huh)
kickin' down yo door, man I'm on a mission (huh)
bitch I'm chef-in' up, cookin in the kitchen (huh)
bitch I got that mop, don't let me catch you slippin' up

(verse)
let me get a drop on this bitch nigga
nigga got a placement; think he shit nigga
I'll drop you, make you think you sick nigga
a real nigga bored, might go hit a lick nigga

I'm tired as shit, aimin' this shit and I'm letting it hit
this nigga throwin a fit, it ain't my fault that she all on my dick
get off my page, stop suckin' dick
I'm on a rooftop, call me a beyblade, 'cause I'm lettin' shit rip

(hook)
get up off my page, you movin' different
don't got time for hoes, sayin that they 'miss him'
I'm 'him', got these bitches trippin' huh?
talk to me about that cash or I don't listen

bitch I'm takin' all yo stuff and then I'm dippin' (huh)
kickin' down yo door, man I'm on a mission (huh)
bitch I'm chef-in' up, cookin in the kitchen (huh)
bitch I got that mop, don't let me catch you slippin' up

MAN ON A MISSION

@user-444615704-384837839 (6mora)

(prod. frozy x oliverreastonn)

Lyrics:

(Hook)
sorry lil bae, I be on bullshit
got a glock, with some titties, yea a full clip
come here baby, let me kiss you on yo four lips
poppin' xanny's, sippin' lean, I took like four sips

yea, I got a dime piece on me right now
bad lil bitch in back of the coupe and I tell her to 'pipe down'
packed that boy up out of here, now he out of sight now
found him dead up in his room and turn his lights out

(verse: 6mora)
I get so much money, yea that shit don't matter yea
tryna get inside her body, her anatomy
I was jokin' oh but hey, you always laugh at me
you said me and zen wouldn't make it, I guess that you can see

you can see all of the things that we created
I can't wait to get up and tell my momma we made it
you always drive me crazy (oh, yea)
you can be my baby (I want more of it)

you said you would give me all your lips, yea I want four of it
you said that your body was mine. well I guess I'm explorin' it
yea(woah)yea x2

(Hook) x2
sorry lil bae, I be on bullshit
got a glock, with some titties, yea a full clip
come here baby, let me kiss you on yo four lips
poppin' xanny's, sippin' lean, I took like four sips

yea, I got a dime piece on me right now
bad lil bitch in back of the coupe and I tell her to 'pipe down'
packed that boy up out of here, now he out of sight now
found him dead up in his room and turn his lights out

Lips

(prod. olivereastonn + maxmadethebeat)

(hook)
bitch it's 1 AM
fuck is you doing outside my fuckin' house

you either comin' here to fuck
or not
either way, can you get the fuck out

ain't nobody tryna fuck
you lost my love
and now there's nobody here you can trust

if you think i'm taking you back
after what you did
lil bae, you's a fuckin' bust

(verse)
you's a fuckin's bust
nobody got time for games
and why you still hang around me? It's not the same
that's why yo bitch gon' be on my dick once I get this fame
and that's why she playin' yo dumbass like you a game

uhh, uhh
I knew deep down that yo ass was gon' be gone
you know yo ass didn't love me, you did me wrong
wrong

(hook)
bitch it's 1 AM
fuck is you doing outside my fuckin' house

you either comin' here to fuck
or not
either way, can you get the fuck out

ain't nobody tryna fuck
you lost my love
and now there's nobody here you can trust

if you think i'm taking you back
after what you did
lil bae, you's a fuckin' bust

(hook)
bitch it's 1 AM
fuck is you doing outside my fuckin' house

you either comin' here to fuck
or not
either way, can you get the fuck out

ain't nobody tryna fuck
you lost my love
and now there's nobody here you can trust

if you think i'm taking you back
after what you did
lil bae, you's a fuckin' bust

(prod. coupe x starboyrob)
 ft. taenukem!

(hook)
I got a big bitch on my dick
uh (oh my god)
I got a big bitch on my dick and she suckin' it
she suckin' my dick and she know that she lovin' it
ridin' 'round town with a drac' and I'm bussin' it
sendin' them shots and that lil nigga duckin' it
see a bad bitch so you know that I'm dubbin it, bitch

ridin' round town with a draco
lil bitch do what I say-so
"that bitch done got too lame for me"
I don't wanna say but you gay on the low
I don't know if you know I get paid on the low
all these lil ass niggas just hate on the low
that bitch gettin' hit from the back on the low
bitch I'm up and I'm gettin' these stacks on the low

lil nigga ducking from the fuckin' opps
lil nigga gettin' scared; call the cops (fuck 12)
we bussin' at that niggas chops
shoot his medulla, aimin' for his locs

I got this rap shit on fuckin' lock
nigga don't try me, I cannot be stopped
last nigga to talk gon' get his shit popped
dumbass nigga gon' get milly rocked

(verse: tr4in)
please do not talk if you ain't talkin' money
that .45 wrap him like he was a mummy
we not pushin' P? lil nigga you a dummy
got a cold ass heart, but my glock really sunny

hold on, wait
if you wanna fight lil nigga let's go
bro lookin' for his chain like "where his chain go?"
a nigga run up then you meet draco

man fuck that shit we aimin' at his top
got a big ass G but this shit not gon' lock
but these niggas runnin', duckin' from the cops
but ain't no runnin'-duckin' from the opps

man I'm really different
all these niggas 'round me really be switchin'
like lil bitch shut up, stop all that bitchin'
they closin' they eyes like fuck is they Christians?

you fake ass niggas got me perplexed
both of these hands put that boy to rest
"we gotta stop tr4in" nigga try yo best
and bitch I ain't stoppin 'til I'm under arrest

I'm callin my fouls, nigga fuck the ref
got two big bitches, need another set
how you talk on the A but you never step?
this glock 19 blowin' like a ref

(hook)
I got a big bitch on my dick
uh (what are you doing!?)
I got a big bitch on my dick and she suckin' it
she suckin' my dick and she know that she lovin' it
ridin' 'round town with a drac' and I'm bussin' it
sendin' them shots and that lil nigga duckin' it
see a bad bitch so you know that I'm dubbin it, bitch

ridin' round town with a draco
lil bitch do what I say-so
"that bitch done got too lame for me"
I don't wanna say but you gay on the low
I don't know if you know I get paid on the low
all these lil ass niggas just hate on the low
that bitch gettin' hit from the back on the low
bitch I'm up and I'm gettin' these stacks on the low

lil nigga ducking from the fuckin' opps
lil nigga gettin' scared; call the cops (fuck 12)
we bussin' at that niggas chops
shoot his medulla, aimin' for his locs

I got this rap shit on fuckin' lock
nigga don't try me, I cannot be stopped
last nigga to talk gon' get his shit popped
dumbass nigga gon' get milly rocked

On The Low! (ft. taenukem!)

(prod. frozy x lodoni x apollo)

(hook)
hit that bitch from that back uh
uppin' my strut, gettin to that bag huh
don't got time for niggas, getting to that cash now
don't got time for niggas, getting to that bag now

shooting up the state, don't got body tags now
get up off my plate, you cant get this back now
lil bae, can't you see that I've been grindin'
don't get it fucked up, 'cause I've been tryin'

yea yea (uh) yea yea (uh) yea yea (uh)
yea yea
yea yea (uh) yea yea (uh)
don't get it fucked up, 'cause I've been tryin'

(verse)
yea
I'm just tryna chill with you bae, what's up with it
if you tryna hit a lick and get a buck with it
hit my line, don't waste my time or its up and its stuck and I'm done with it

yea I'm done with it, I'm done with all these stupid hoes
get them hoes, pass them actin' like they new clothes
wearin' fannel, yea I'm wearin' fannel
niggas get they heart broken; think they in shambles

(hook)
hit that bitch from that back uh
uppin' my strut, gettin to that bag huh
don't got time for niggas, getting to that cash now
don't got time for niggas, getting to that bag now

shooting up the state, don't got body tags now
get up off my plate, you cant get this back now
lil bae, can't you see that I've been grindin'
don't get it fucked up, 'cause I've been tryin'

yea yea (uh) yea yea (uh)
don't get it fucked up, 'cause I've been tryin'

I've Been Trying

Pick Up The Phone (nivea)

beyond me (clvr)

(prod. Finbow X Miguelisaneko)

Lyrics:

(hook)
uh, girl I just gave you some flowers
if you take that trip back to my place, we fuckin' for hours
bae I'm one call away, from where you stay
and if you nigga keeps callin'; glocks to his face

I know you don't like that nigga anyway
that's why you got a sneaky-link bae It's gon' be okay
that nigga does too much (too much)
that nigga complicates
everything that you do, can't relate

(verse)
yea I get that cash now
yea I get that paper, yea I get that bag now
gotta keep that shit on me, I never lack now

rest in peace my nigga ARIEZZZ, hope he proud of me
gotta keep that legend status, yea that prodigy
and when I heard that he was gone, that shit took a lot of me
is my doom coming soon? I don't know prolly

niggas be cappin' and shit
I gotta walk around this bitch toting a glock on my hip
look at that lil nigga tryna get a bitch, oh that nigga a simp
bitch its 1 AM, yea I'm 'bout to fuck and dip

(hook)
uh, girl I just gave you some flowers
if you take that trip back to my place, we fuckin' for hours
bae I'm one call away, from where you stay
and if you nigga keeps callin'; glocks to his face

I know you don't like that nigga anyway
that's why you got a sneaky-link bae It's gon' be okay
that nigga does too much (too much)
that nigga complicates
everything that you do, can't relate

Flowers (UPDATED VERSION)

I don't give a fuck (yuh, bitch!)
I don't give a shit (yuh, hoe!)
I don't give a fuck (bitch!)
I don't give a shit (hoe!)

I don't give a fuck (yuh, bitch!)
I don't give a shit (yuh, hoe!)
I don't give a fuck (bitch)
I don't give a shit (bitch, hoe)

You niggas lame
You niggas do anything for the fame
Off of the top and I'm goin' insane
You niggas get shot for speakin' on my name bitch!

We ain't the same bitch
Get the fuck out my lane bitch
The fuck is you sayin' bitch?
You get killed for playin' games bitch

Bitch I'm still takin' yo soul
Open this shi 'fo i kick through the door
I don't give a fuck, I'm uppin' the pole
You don't try me, I'm uppin' the pole

You don't try me, I got me a blicky
Got my shootas shootin' up the city
Bitch I'm blowin' up the muh-fuckin city
Don't give a fuck, bitch i got like fifty (racks)

I don't give a fuck (yuh, bitch!)
I don't give a shit (yuh, hoe!)
I don't give a fuck (bitch!)
I don't give a shit (hoe!)

I don't give a fuck (yuh, bitch!)
I don't give a shit (yuh, hoe!)
I don't give a fuck (bitch)
I don't give a shit (bitch, hoe)

Bitch I got racks and it's safe with me (safe with me)
I don't give a fuck, bitch, bank with me (bitch, bank with me)
Bitch you know I keep it tuck, it stay with me (stay with me)
Yea I got yo bitch, yea she laid with me (she laid with me)

Bitch, back it up (throw it back)
Bitch, back it up (throw it back)
Bitch, back it up (throw it back)
Bitch, back it up (throw it back)

Bitch, back it up (back it up)
Bitch, back it up (back it up)
Bitch, back it up (throw it back)
Bitch, back it up (throw it back)

I don't give a fuck (yuh, bitch!)
I don't give a shit (yuh, hoe!)
I don't give a fuck (bitch!)
I don't give a shit (hoe!)

I don't give a fuck (yuh, bitch!)
I don't give a shit (yuh, hoe!)
I don't give a fuck (bitch)
I don't give a shit (bitch, hoe)

Bitch, back it up (yuh, bitch!)
Bitch, back it up (yuh, hoe!) 
Bitch, back it up (bitch)
Bitch, back it up (hoe)

Bitch, back it up (yuh, bitch!)
Bitch, back it up (yuh, hoe!) 
Bitch, back it up (bitch)
Bitch, back it up (bitch, hoe)

idgaf!

Huh
Uh, bitch

I got a magnum with no shells
Sendin' that pack to the muh-fuckin mail
Nigga gon' shoot at me to no avail
Niggas gon' talk shit raisin' hell-

Cat, bitch
Nigga never touched a fuckin' stack, bitch
Bitch I'm in a muh-fuckin scat, bitch
Yea I'm smokin' on a fuckin' pack, bitch

(yuh)
(uh)
Smokin' on grandma cookies (bitch)
Bout to go make me a movie (bitch)
In the trap and I'm gettin' some coochie
In the trap and I'm gettin' some coochie
In the trap and I'm gettin' some coo-
(what are you doing)
In the trap and I'm gettin' some coochie (oh my god)

Bitch

I got a magnum with no shells
Sendin' that pack to the muh-fuckin mail
Nigga gon' shoot at me to no avail
Niggas gon' talk shit raisin' hell-

Cat, bitch
Nigga never touched a fuckin' stack, bitch
Bitch I'm in a muh-fuckin scat, bitch
Yea I'm smokin' on a fuckin' pack, bitch

(yuh)
(uh)
Smokin' on grandma cookies (bitch)
Bout to go make me a movie (bitch)
In the trap and I'm gettin' some coo- coo-

(in the trap and I'm gettin' some coochie)

(in the trap and I'm gettin' some coochie)

hell!

Uh, you niggas shameful
I smack a Glock in his face yea that's painful
I shoot a glock at his muh-fuckin' ankle
He gettin' sturdy without a damn ankle

That nigga a bitch, he don't got no ankles
Why the fuck he ankle-less?
I don't know, but I ain't no bitch
Mess a nigga up with the .55- uh

Mess a nigga up with a .556
Shoot that nigga and his muh-fuckin' bitch
They both keep talkin', both get hit
They both keep talkin', they get spinned

Uh, yea

They get split like a muh-fuckin' Kit-Kat
Nigga asking 'where the fuck his bitch at?'
I don't know, where the fuck is yo blick at?


Ridin' with two demons
Yea I'm feelin' evil, huh
I do not give one fuck, I pull up for no damn reason, uh
Shoot a nigga up for treason
I do not give a fuck, get a beating
Fuckin' yo bitch all through the seasons
Fuckin' yo bitch up, and I'm leavin', uh

I been peepin' weird shit every damn day
Y'all niggas on slick shit
Y'all niggas a damn shame
I don't give a fuck if you rich
Bitch you still lame
You niggas still chase clout?
What a damn shame

Uh, you niggas shameful
I smack a Glock in his face yea that's painful
I shoot a glock at his muh-fuckin' ankle
He gettin' sturdy without a damn ankle

That nigga a bitch, he don't got no ankles
Why the fuck he ankle-less?
I don't know, but I ain't no bitch
Mess a nigga up with the .55- uh

evil.

(Gltt! Bow! Gltt!)
(Gltt! Bow! Gltt!)
(Gltt! Bow! Gltt!)
(Gltt! Bow! Gltt!)
(Gltt! Bow! Gltt!)
(Gltt! Bow! Gltt!)
Uh huh (Gltt! Bow! Gltt!)
Aye (Gltt! Bow! Gltt!)

My bitch freaky
My bitch freaky
She get neaky
You got no money in yo' pockets
That bitch greedy
Yo bitch greedy
Why yo' bitch always on my dick?
Always on my dick
She way too greedy
I do not give one fuck she needy
Cold blooded nigga I think I'm anemic!

Heart too cold but I still got heat
Sippin' on wok, but I stay on E
Pop me a X, I'm feelin' like Yeat
Spilt codeine on myself, I'm weak

That nigga died with an ARP
Chop' at his face, that shit gon' bleed
I got a trace on 'em; UAV
That nigga pussy, he fleein' the scene bitch

Off of the lot and I'm pushin' that cat!
Big body, wide body, any body, that scat!
Nigga gon' shoot at me? nigga that's cap!
I shoot at his head and I'm bussin' a cap

In his head
That nigga dead
That nigga got shot for bein' fed
Aimin' this G to his muh-fuckin head
This shit not gon LOCK, this shit leavin' him dead
Bitch!

(Gltt! Bow! Gltt!)
(Gltt! Bow! Gltt!)
(Gltt! Bow! Gltt!)
(Gltt! Bow! Gltt!)
(Gltt! Bow! Gltt!)
(Gltt! Bow! Gltt!)
Uh huh (Gltt! Bow! Gltt!)
Aye (Gltt! Bow! Gltt!)

My bitch freaky!
My bitch freaky!
She get neaky
You got no money in yo' pockets
That bitch greedy
Yo bitch greedy
Why yo' bitch always on my dick?
Always on my dick
She way too greedy
I do not give one fuck she needy
Cold blooded nigga I think I'm anemic!
(Woah)

anemic.

smd.

(suwoo)


I'm back in this bitch and I don't give a fuck
Finna take a bad bitch to ATL, then I'ma pull up in a Bentley truck
I'm finna bag this bitch; I'm finna pass this hoe; she know that I wanna fuck
I don't gotta beg for a bitch; better pass that spliff, nigga I'm rollin' one up

I just be fuckin' for fun
I'm forever number one
You niggas that try me never got a gun
How the fuck are you this dumb, nigga?

You really a bum, nigga
Choppa came with a drum, nigga
You really my son, nigga

Bitch I am back and I'm better than ever
You niggas suck and you cannot get better
It's not my fault that I make yo' bitch wetter
Make yo' bitch drip like a muh-fuckin' sweater

Pass that hoe like a spliff
You niggas don't got a muh-fuckin blick'
Yo' bitch is suckin' on my fuckin' dick
She suckin my shit while she doin' a split
Treat her like a bitch when she givin me spits, nigga

Pour me up some, bitch I got like 50
50 racks up in my safe, bitch I'm in the city
Bi-bitch I got a beamer and a 750
New guns; new tags, I keep it with me

I'm in yo' city with it
I got a glock with a muh-fuckin dick
Bitch if you try me, I'm splittin' yo' wig
Nigga mad that I'm fuckin' his bitch

Nigga mad that I'm fuckin' his wife
Pass the bitch, and I'm takin' yo life
Nigga so mad that the bitch wanna fight
Nigga get killed if he talk out of line, bitch!

I'm back in this bitch and I don't give a fuck
Finna take a bad bitch to ATL, then I'ma pull up in a Bentley truck
I'm finna bag this bitch; I'm finna pass this hoe; she know that I wanna fuck
I don't gotta beg for a bitch; better pass that spliff, nigga I'm rollin' one up

I'm back in this bitch and I don't give a fuck
Finna take a bad bitch to ATL, then I'ma pull up in a Bentley truck
I'm finna bag this bitch; I'm finna pass this hoe; she know that I wanna fuck
I don't gotta beg for a bitch; better pass that spliff, nigga I'm rollin' one up

one up.

I'm in the wave, but I'm out the way
Niggas wanna see you with a chop to ya face
Niggas see you win and wanna eat off yo plate, nigga
Niggas wanna plot on you day by day, nigga

Got a side bitch sayin' "I adore you"
She like "Zen, where you at? I'm tryna call you"
I was tryna tell you, bae, I'm not for you
I been tryna keep things a lil cordial

Talk shit, you get hit with a face tap
Niggas get shot in the face where they lay at
Niggas want smoke? Yea OK, you can say that
Put you in the air, niggas have you as a face tat

Niggas wanna hate when they try to backdoor you
Run it play by play, niggas wanna outsource you
That's why you gotta peep how they act towards you
Niggas act sweet, then they wanna act formal

I get paid at the top of the day
Nigga standin' tall like he tryna catch a fade
Blowin' up the spot, put a chop to his brain
Make a nigga dance, make a nigga go insane

Make a nigga do the race, Tay-K, nigga
Nigga talk shit, put a K to his face, nigga
Niggas want smoke? OK, don't lace, nigga
Runnin' through yo spot, and I'm leavin no trace nigga

I'm in the wave, but I'm out the way
Niggas wanna see you with a chop to ya face
Niggas see you win and wanna eat off yo plate, nigga
Niggas wanna plot on you day by day, nigga

Got a side bitch sayin' "I adore you"
She like "Zen, where you at? I'm tryna call you"
I was tryna tell you, bae, I'm not for you
I been tryna keep things a lil cordial

Talk shit, you get hit with a face tap
Niggas get shot in the face where they lay at
Niggas want smoke? Yea OK, you can say that
Put you in the air, niggas have you as a face tat

Niggas wanna hate when they try to backdoor you
Run it play by play, niggas wanna outsource you
That's why you gotta peep how they act towards you
Niggas act sweet, then they wanna act formal

face tat.

lyrics:
(not excited for the sex no more)
(baby let it just be)
(maybe I, maybe I, maybe I wanna find love)
(ohh, yea)

baby I want you to stay forever
ridin' 'round town together
bitches over you? never
niggas over me? I do better

for you, I do better, yea

maybe I want you bae
baby I want you now
baby just come lay down
baby let me slut you out

put you in positions that you want to
baby I'm just to just have fun to
hit your G-spot like I'm hittin one-two
you can get on top if you want to, yea

do you know how hard it is to find love?
and that's why I'll never leave
In my eyes, baby, you the only one that I need
yea, ouu

do you know how hard it is to find love?
and that's why I'll never leave
In my eyes, baby, you the only one that I need
yea, ouu

maybe I want you bae
baby I want you now
baby just come lay down
baby let me slut you out

put you in positions that you want to
baby I'm just to just have fun to
hit your G-spot like I'm hittin one-two
you can get on top if you want to, yea

do you know how hard it is to find love?
and that's why I'll never leave
In my eyes, baby, you the only one that I need
yea, ouu

do you know how hard it is to find love?
(baby let it just be)
In my eyes, baby, you the only one that I need
yea, ouu

Uhh, Uhh
I lost my focus
But you already know this
How many times do I have to go through this
Baby you know that I'm clueless

Yeah

(I'm clueless)

(Yeah)

Clueless to that fact that I
Am the only one that you want
'Cause girl you're the only want that I want
And the only one that I trust

Yeah, yeah

('Cause girl you're the only want that I want)
(And the only one that I trust)
(And the only one that I love)
(And I can't see myself)
(Without you being the one)
(To swing by my place)
(So we can have some fun)

And I only need you
I cannot wait 'til I catch that flight
I cannot wait 'til I come see you
I cannot keep you out of my mind
(Fuck that, you should know that I'm tryna be with you)
I just want to know if I'm wasting my time
(Let me know so I can move on)
I just want you for the rest of my life
(Let me know so I can be gone)

(And the only one)
Gone (That I trust, And the only one that I love)
Gone (Without you being the one)
(To swing by)
Gone (My place, so we can have some fun)

('Cause girl you're the only want that I want)

(And the only one that I love)

(Without you being the one)

(So we can have some fun)

(clueless)

(Yeah)

(I'm clueless)

(Yeah)

Clueless to that fact that I
Am the only one that you want
'Cause girl you're the only want that I want
And the only one that I trust

Yeah, yeah

('Cause girl you're the only want that I want)
(And the only one that I trust)
(And the only one that I love)

(Without you being the one)
(To swing by my place)
(So we can have some fun)

lost.

(lyrics)
made a half a mil on music
and I still ain't got no deal
pushin fye up on his temple, bitch
yeah I'm settin' up that kill
niggas love to hate on us
until I shoot this bitch for real
testify on me? bitch you know I got that Glockenspiel

open up the glock case and shoot this bitch; banana peel
niggas love to run and duck on opps like they the navy seal
bitch I'm posted up with hella glocks if that's just how you feel
I got a hunnid bullets for a hunnid opps if they tryna run down the field

yea I got this keyless entry, yea this bitch is push-to-start
catch 'em lackin' with his bitch, and we gon' wack em and his heart
smokin' gas through the roof, that shit potent like a fart
shoot this bitch off like a missle, shit gon' hit 'em like a dart

snatchin' a fuck nigga chain
one opp, im bussin' his brain
niggas be hoes who don't put in pain 
off of the top, bitch, I'm goin' insane

I see a opp make 'em run like Usain
Ice on my neck like a tundra
got my shit from Johnny Dang
you know what niggas do for fame? (bitch)

anything, to be honest
shit

(go)
(bow!)
(go)
(go)
(go)

(uh)
(huh)

(made a half a mil on music)
(and I still ain't got no deal)
(pushin fye up on his temple, bitch)
(yeah I'm settin' up that kill)
(niggas love to hate on us)
(until I shoot this bitch for real)
(testify on me? bitch you know I got that Glockenspiel)

(open up the glock case and shoot this bitch; banana peel)
(niggas love to run and duck on opps like they the navy seal)
(bitch I'm posted up with hella glocks if that's just how you feel)
I got a hunnid bullets for a hunnid opps 
(if they tryna run down the field)

I got cash on top of cash, im stackin' shit like dominoes
I got diamonds on my teeth, and bitch yes its VVS
bullet holes go through his chest
I'm sleepin' shit pajama clothes
I'll crash out about my bitch so say one thing, its adios

I'm kicking shit like Cobra Kai
I'm posted up, clutchin' that fye
My choppa love to sing so if it rain, bitch, you best run and hide
I don't got no time for these lame niggas so if you try me, bitch you gon' die
And no I'm not playin' with none of these niggas 
so if you try me bitch you gonna get fried
bitch

I spray the glock across his crib
put him to rest
spray his crib up
put them .556 and .45's through his chest
aim that shit right for his shoulders, watch that bitch go through his head
shoot this bitch 'til it got westbrook in it, now he fuckin' dead

not gon' lie, I feel like sosa, because everyone love ZEN
I got 10 bands in cash, bitch thats 5k in each hand
if a nigga always want beef, I got niggas that'll do you in
I'll put a hit out on yo' ass, make that shit 47 bands bitch

uh, aye
uh (go)
(bow!)
(go)
(go)
(go)

uh
huh

made a half a mil on music
and I still ain't got no deal
pushin fye up on his temple, bitch
yeah I'm settin' up that kill
niggas love to hate on us
until I shoot this bitch for real
testify on me? bitch you know I got that Glockenspiel

open up the glock case and shoot this bitch; banana peel
niggas love to run and duck on opps like they the navy seal
bitch I'm posted up with hella glocks if that's just how you feel
I got a hunnid bullets for a hunnid opps if they tryna run down the field

keyless entry.

Lyrics:

(go) iloveyouzen!
(go)
(go)

Uh

Aye, What's up?
Oh, you tryna flock on who? Oh yea it's up
It's been a while since I've seen a opp
I guess they love to duck
Duck & weave, you know how I do
When they lil time is up
And if I see a opp bitch that's his head
I'll leave 'em in the trunk
Nigga

He be fake flaggin', we know you a punk nigga
Crash course, I'm a dummy, leave him stuck, nigga
If I catch you on that shit, you out of luck, nigga
When he bleeding out, he want to truce
Oh well that sucks, nigga

Oh well I ain't trippin' I'm rich as fuck, bitch I'm gettin paid
Niggas dyin' to the system like this shit still a game
You'd rather die than let a nigga win, that's crazy lame
I got so much diamonds on my teeth, I feel like Johnny Dang

All of my opps is soft, none of these niggas be puttin' in pain
I got kilos runnin' in and out of state like everyday
I got cash on top of cash, I go to sleep and still get paid
I ain't gon' lie, I was broke, but now I'm rich, I'm here to stay

That lil bitch is broke as fuck, nigga, you need to up your standards
I got like hella shooters in Atlanta
Ain't none of you niggas something I can't handle
My bitch got a big booty, built like Fanum
I just stay uppin that score
None of these niggas ever understand it
Takin' that nigga bitch like a bandit, bitch!

(go)
(go)
(go)

Uh

(Aye, What's up?)
(Oh, you tryna flock on who? Oh yea it's up)
(It's been a while since I've seen a opp)
(I guess they love to duck)
(Duck & weave, you know how I do)
(When they lil time is up)
(And if I see a opp bitch that's his head)
I'll leave 'em in the trunk
Nigga

He be fake flaggin', we know you a punk nigga
Crash course, I'm a dummy, leave him stuck, nigga
If I catch you on that shit, you out of luck, nigga
When he bleeding out, he want to truce
Oh well that sucks, nigga

fake flaggin'

no weapon formed against me shall prosper. 💞𖤐

ZenXx

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