[Part I: Percaso]

[Intro: Percaso]
(Thanks Yakree)
Southside
C'mon, let's do it

[Chorus: Percaso]
Young n***a gettin' packs gone (Got pack)
I don't got racks, so leave me alone (Seven)
Send three hundred black out, right to his dome (Boop-boop-boop)
Young n***a gettin' shit on my own
Trap money, this shit ain't from loans
Baby, I had to fuck, I'm gone
And I see too much green while rockin' the chromes (Rockin' the chromes)

[Verse: Percaso]
Yeah, slidin' again, we pop out, black truck (Black)
They broke, can't get they racks up
I'm bouta splat, y'all ain't even got gat tucked (Brr-Brr)
Young n***a stay clutchin' the ten mili'
You a joke, cool, money been too silly (Silly)
Bad bitch, she suckin' me up in the booth wit' it
Pop out the cut with a drac', on the news wit' it

[Chorus: Percaso]
Young n***a gettin' packs gone (Got pack)
I don't got racks, so lеave me alone (Sеven)
Send three hundred black out, right to his dome (Right to his dome)
Young n***a gettin' shit on my own
Trap money, this shit ain't from loans
Baby, I had to fuck, I'm gone
And I see too much green while rockin' the chromes (Rockin' the chromes)
[Outro: Percaso]
Pfft, w-what?, huh, huh
Yeah, I see too much green while rockin' the chromes, n***a
Aight, yeah, ayy Yak', punch me in one more

[Part II: Brezzo]

[Verse: Brezzo]
Yeah, what you know though?
What you know though?
Thot bad, but you know I ain't doin' no photos (No photos)
And I'm ridin' commando (Commando)
I dropped a ten (Ten), like it's a twenty (Twenty)
Yeah, I just dropped your bitch, I dropped some dick, down on a leg
I don't give fuck 'bout shit, I just need some Percs
Opp, not doin' shit, y'all be on that shit, I got withdrawals (Got withdrawals)
Withdrawal, back off, n***a can't withdrawal, yeah (Can't withdrawal)
Huh (You know it), that shit ain't all
I don't do fentanyl (I don't do fentanyl), at all
I send my shooter on one call (One call)
Bitch talkin' tough, get big dogged (Big dogged)
I don't read shit, like it's soft ball (Soft ball)
Ten hoes, linin' them up, dog (Up, dog)
I got your bitch in that long line (Long line)
You know it's nothin' to me though (Me though)
You know I shoot like a free throw (Free throw)
You know I'm havin', like Brezzo (I'm Brezzo)
You know I'm havin', like ten hoes (Like ten hoes)
And I don't give a fuck 'bout a back door (Back door)
You know I'm havin' these racks though (Racks though)
What's ten? I just spent it at Saks though (Saks though)
And I ain't buy shit for me though (For me though)
And you know how I do for my fam though (For my fam though)
These n***a broke, can't buy nothin' (Can't buy nothin')
Tryna look for me? I'm with the scammers (Scammers)
How you walk in that store, and ain't get nothin'? (You ain't get nothin')
All these hundreds, I'm getting it, add up (Add up)
All these hundreds, I'm getting it, stack up (These hundo's)
Hey, you know I'm 'bout racks, bruh (Racks though)
Hey, you know I can't fuck with you (Fuck with you)
Why? 'Cause I heard that you rap, bruh (You rap though)
Hey, you know how I get two (Get two), guns and they both got extendos (Extendos)
Two hoes, and you know I brought both two (Both two)
And you know I can't go for that back door (That back door)
Hell no, n***a, Hell no, Hell no, Hell no
[Part III: Cayo Banks]

[Verse: Cayo Banks]
(pretti)
My momma said she miss the old me
Hey, hey, hey
My momma said she want the old me back
I forgot who I was, and she never forget me
Man, it's not race to be rich, man, n***a that's filthy, huh
If you goin' through somethin', just know that I got your back, huh
If I say the truth, them n***as gon' kill me, huh
Fuck that, I could never let somebody else send me
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, huh
How you fuck up so bad, back in the mix again?
Let 'em leave, believe they will be back again
Don't forget, the money ain't your only friend
This cup got mixed with the Tris' again
2025, I wanna live again
[?] pure life
I get mad, when I was high like benson
God damn it, my heart in detention
I start cryin' when I want attention
[?] my baby on the way, on Christmas
[?] dentist, Underground Sound Cypher, you can't miss this
Cayo Banks, money on big fists
Think I'm running shit back like a pick 6
(Brr)
[Part IV: K3]

[Verse: K3]
Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?
My last day on earth (What?), I just hope I die rich
You want my lifestyle, tell me what you gon' sacrifice for it
Grew up as a quiet kid, it's the time for me to talk my shit
Grew up with no money, took some time for me to look like this
Dress like this, put some diamonds on my wrist
I flexed on all my old hoes just to show them what they missed
Huh, treat this shit like Death Note, put my opps on one big list
Huh, w-when I see him out, I pull my Glock then blow a kiss
(Huh, leh' go)
Big K3, bitch (Ou, shit)
Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?

[Part V: SkinnyBoi CJ]

[Intro: SkinnyBoi CJ]
Skrtt, skrtt, skrtt, skrtt
SkinnyBoi n***a

[Verse: SkinnyBoi CJ]
How did I even get here? (Yeah)
Don't wanna make friends, 'cause they weird
Lettin' off one fart, be my main fear
Sippin' on this drank, 'til my pain clear
Went to park, late night with my main peers (Skrrt)
In L.A., it don't even snow (It don't)
And I do wanna fuck with shawty, but I checked the reviews, and it say she a hoe (A hoe)
No cap, feel like I'm the realest in the room, and I ain't even make it to the door (The door)
And I ain't talkin' 'bout the ground, but it needa wake up, why they sleep on my floor?
Uh huh, n***a ran up, got head tapped, no Duck Duck Goose (Skrr)
Fallin' back, I ain't fuckin' wit' you
Won't burn no fat, tryna run from the truth
Uh huh, your bitches be ugly, I thought that lil' ho was your brother (Oh my god)
Like a speech impediment, the stick gon' stutter
My bitch too raw, I don't need no rubber (Hell nah)
Date night, why would I use my fists?
In the playoffs, I'm 'bout to shoot the city
At a daycare, talkin' to stupid lil' kids
I remember, when I was the same (On god)
Snatchin' off in this brand-new coupe, on the move, I'm whippin' this bitch like a sleigh (Skrr)
Grown ass man, and your bitch still in school, what you doin'? I bet you be checkin' her grades
I don't even care 'bout how I got lil' n***as, as long as the money was made (Nah)
Bad ass kid, I don't wanna behave
Dark times, hope for the sunnier days (Yeah)
Rather be dead, than be livin' a lie
You don't get no bitches, you hang out with guys
Twin switched up on me, this time I surprise
Young n***a from the streets, I'm just in my disguise

[Part VI: xtsy*]

[Intro: xtsy*]
Yeah, damn (Ayy, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), ah

[Verse: xtsy*]
Movin' presidential, dead as fuck with the way I got this green on
Out of all the n***as she done played, she call lil' x, the mean one
I got checks on top of fuckin' checks, that shit change my demeanor
In the class, I just went low AP, should've went straight to my jeweler
Slight flex on flex, like bitch, I'm next, I can't see through my cooler
Come and show me wearin' pink ain't swag like bitch, I'm finna do ya
I swag out, swag out, class sittin' now
Session up, told them n***as, "Sit the fuck down"
Back 'em up (Hmm), feel like Rodman with the rebound now
Swaggin' out (Hmm), like, "Lil' x, he on the top of shit"
Top of shit like top of charts, I'm on the top, ain't stoppin' shit
All y'all n***as lame as hell, you lyin' fuckin' cappin' bitch
I see through the blood, uh, I see through the shadow shit
I see all the n***as creepin' up, they want my bag and shit
Bag and shit, damn, uh, brand new Fendi bag, swaggin' shit
Tell these n***as get the fuck back, I'm active, shit
I'm in the class, in the class and I'm clappin' shit
Ain't no applause, why you actin'? Why you actin'? Bitch
Round of applause for my girl, she really bad as shit

[Outro: xtsy*]
(Bad ass shit, yeah, tell my hood, bitch)

[Part VII: RRoxket]

[Intro: RRoxket]
Huh-huh (Ah)
Huh, huh, huh, huh (Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah)

[Verse: RRoxket]
I made mama mad when I tatted my face (Ah)
Huh, Ain’t tell or rat, on my mama duke (Ah), that's when they closed my case
Uh huh, a Percocet, take one back (Bleh), that's when I turn to a ape (Turn to a ape)
Uh-huh, I go broke, stick up gang, I'm finna take his payment (Err, err, err, err)
Uh, geek up, young n***a, let's have a Perc-off (Wah), how many Percs can I take?
Uh-huh, trap house n***a, dawg, I turn the stove up (Ah), how much dough can I make?
Uh-uh, Percocet, n***a, I fuck around and doze off, how many pills I just eat?
Uh-uh, The junkie, he playing with snow like Olaf, I serve it to him, by the way
Uh-huh, my n***a inside the county jail, he hit a n***a with a tray (Hit a n***a with a tray)
Uh, I was on the fence at recess (Hrr), same reason I don't even play
Uh-huh, My shooter, he come through with a big-ass Draco, he make a n***a Harlem Shake (Boop-boop)
Uh-uh, a fraud had took off this Percocet (Boop), ain't know this pill was fake (Ah)
Uh-uh, I stuff these racks in my denims (Ah), I put on jeans that's Bape
Uh, my bro, he live in a kennel inside the Penny state
Huh-uh, Hop out, we walk down gang, but ya shoota, he ran away
(Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah, fah, fah, fah)

[Part VIII: YT]

[Intro: YT]
Sh'yeah

[Verse: YT]
I- I-I might pull up, three baddies, that's a hat trick
Gymnastics, yeah, I made the money backflip
Yeah, you know the swag is in my genes, I don't practice
Book a flight to Cali, LA shawties love my accent (Oi!)
L-L-LA shawties love my accent
Book a flight to Cali, LA shawties love my accent
Rackies in my pockets, money longer than a dachshund
When I stand on stage, women faint, Michael Jackson
If I just hit ten, then I made thousands, not no hundreds
Put my phone on DND, I'm fittin' to buy some munyun
YT goin' up, I'm 'bout to blow just like a trumpet
She found out I'm British, now she talkin' 'bout some crumpets (O— Oi!)
Ha, had to tell her, you don't want this
G-g-girl, I live a really fast life, you don't want this
Somewhere out in Paris spendin' Euros with my France ting
You didn't have to say you had a man, I wasn't asking
Talking 'bout some bands, I get a lot, like I'm parking
Ramadan, this new Mercedes-Benz, it's a fast ting
All these- all these old n***as tryna talk and I surpassed 'em
You still in her DMs, you know me, in her apartment
Tchyeah, tchyeah, tch- tchyeah
Model with me, skinny, pockets fat like Eric Cartman (Sh'yeah, sh'yeah)
M- M- Model with me, skinny, pockets fat like Eric Cartman, Cartman

[Outro: YT]
Trendsetter
Bhristo, talk to 'em, slime

[Part IX: prettifun]

[Intro: prettifun]
Yeah
Huh, yeah (Bitch)

[Verse: prettifun]
Huh, Super Saiyan P (Yeah), got a hundred damn bitches
Turning nineteen when I'm 'bout to buy my second blick (Ha, doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Why the fuck you talk so much when you know you full of shit? (Okay)
I got hoes in the low, ridin' waves and dick (Woah)
You should pull up, only if I fuck with you, that's it (That's it)
My life Truman Show, straight movie and clips (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Eat the guap for my chips, you want new shit? Here's a snip (Woah, okay)
I got 55, my clip, bang-bang, my jeans got some rips (Yeah-yeah)
I can whip this vert with this lil' Uzi like the lift (Yeah)
I don't need to breathe, I just walk the beat, that's my gift
She don't need to breathe, she just swallow me, throw the sticks
She keep askin' me "When we gon' lock in?" I ain't even hear it (Ain't hear it)
N***as snakes, Bitches snakes, way more than God they done fear
I know why they act so jealous, 'cause I'm way over my peers (Huh)

[Part X: Benji Blue Bills]

[Intro: Benji Blue Bills]
On 5

[Verse: Benji Blue Bills]
I want a bitch to rock them french tips, french tips, I'm on that french shit
I want a bitch that come in Coco, GG, she want to eat me
I wanna pop these rocks, just pour up tris 'til I get sleepy
I want a bitch that'll like my pic on IG, she want to eat me
She suck dick, but she tryna eat my ass, I'm not that freaky
He don't like how she fuck, I'll fire that bitch, ex BF creepy
My ex bitch couldn't see the future, whole time, she want to hate me
Back then, n***a had knocked on 3B, now I just get to the papey, huh
I used to rock the same fit, I've been puttin' that shit on lately, huh
I used to rock the same bitch, now, see, every bitch wanna date me, huh
Now I just get to the munyun, ride through the back street, bust out my gunyun
Now I just get to the munyun, step on a opp bitch, kill him for funyun
Nowadays, these n***as rap just like me, all of these n***as my son, son
5.56, it'll fuck up a white tee, hot shit, tell me who want some
Got to the money, they say that I switched up, talk about how you had bitched up
Got to the money, they wanted me patched up, now I just be on some rich stuff
Got to the money, she talkin' 'bout coco, but I can't be on no tripster
100k, I put that on a opp top, pack him, and I'm leavin' him switched up
Too many pills, I never sit still, for real, I'm feelin' too glitched out
Goin' out sad, I don't know how that feel, I told her she don't want to miss out