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lirik lagu 2024 song throwaway mix – oddwin

[part i]

[intro]
okay, hmm, hmm
okay, hmm, okay, hmm, yeah (koll)
n*ggas, they talking on gang, they really be talking on me
huh, n*ggas, they talk on the gang, they really be talking for free
okay, hmm, okay, hmm, hmm
okay, okay, hmm, hmm
these n*ggas, they speaking on the gang, [?]
these n*ggas, they talk on my name, [?]

[verse]
i’m in the lane, and i skrrt, i got that money on “brrr”
n*ggas don’t know what they heard, i don’t know what they just heard
n*ggas, they talk on the gang, i pull out my chopper, get what they deserve
n*ggas, they tame, they scared, when we just pop out, they stumbling words
run away, when we step on the curb, i’m so high, i could fly like a bird
plotting and scheming with all of my n*ggas, we move just like phineas and ferb
you n*ggas ain’t sh*t, if you thinking that you are, you the skinniest of t*rds
i count this money and sleep, i ain’t been stressed for some weeks
them links that you got, they be weak, only ride with the strongest of teams
diamonds shining, they blinding, you blink, like [?], i’m printing this paper, and all of this money, i’m printing for me
and these n*ggas, they causing a scene
they really thinking i’m cheating the cheese to get where i’m at, it’s nothing to me
i did it all on my terms, i ain’t need no handouts, ain’t nothing for free
[part ii]

[intro]
[?]
uh, uh
uh, uh
uh, uh

[verse]
had to get back for my [?] and them
i ain’t got time for that drama, for real
if you want smoke, get that [?] to k!ll
i just hop on these tracks to make mama these bills
stand at attention, i’m ready to k!ll
shawty pulled up just to cop her a feel
back in my city, i’m back in my ville
yeah
your low*key bothering me ‘bout this laundry
i treat him like laundry, he finna get washed
they don’t like honesty, i’ma be honest
my diamonds like onix, i’m covered in rocks
keep me this gun and i keep me this fye
when i pull out this .9, they be calling me “fox”
i just been geeked off gas
i just been smoking this za
yeah, these n*ggas stuck in the past
i guess i’m just moving too far
different league, new class
i just be sending sh*t off
chopper fired his ass
i had to let that sh*t off
shawty keep throwing that ass
i had to hit that sh*t raw
shawty so fine, had to hit that
mess with the gang, it’s a mismatch
no mcdonalds, got a big mac
i’m finna shoot that, he getting blew back
b*tch, i’m the big b*tch, b*tch, i’m the true mack
i’m not the one you gon’ shoot at
they hearing my sh*t, they say, “true that”
riding with my gang in the scat pack
[part iii]

[verse]
no, you can’t hang with the gang
up the glockie, i steady my aim
shawty, she giving up brain
you already know that i’m going insane (vasto)
swerve the rover, i hop in the range
brand new location, i hopped on the plane
gave her white, but it’s not no cocaine
ride around town with a stick on me
they plotting on me, i gotta go flee
i done came down, i done kept it low*key
i ain’t never switching, that’s on god, on me
all of these n*ggas be talking too much
all the groupies be tryna just f*ck
the double on my shoulder tryna sign us up
but i see through his lies, and i’m calling his bluff

[chorus]
i’m calling his bluff (uh, uh)
all of these n*ggas, they really be talking too much (uh, uh, uh)
i’m calling his bluff (uh, uh)
all of these n*ggas, they really be talking too much (uh, uh, uh)

[part iv]
[verse]
money be the motive
no, i am not slowing down for n*ggas on that po sh*t
huh, sipping on that potion, n*ggas ain’t been on sh*t
n*ggas jog my style, that’s why they need to get they own sh*t
these n*ggas ain’t been getting paid, they need to get their motion
n*gga, i’m still getting pay from n*ggas playing old sh*t
n*ggas see me step up on the scene, they be like, “oh sh*t!”
(saffron and oddwin, can you n*ggas please make some more sh*t?)
that’s what growth is, that hard work done paid off
y’all still leeching off our sound, that’s why we hate y’all
let them numbers do that talking, we still ate y’all
let them choppers do that talking, we still fray y’all
they guy out, y’all chili to ramen, this ain’t no tryout
i buy out, when we step in, labels, they tryna buy out
the catalog, think it’s a joke, but they ‘bout to find out
drive ‘round then dump out the clips, then ‘bout to drive out
once again, money be the motive
on this beat, i’m coasting, n*ggas, they be boasting
‘bout bullsh*t, all that cap they posting
n*ggas, they be fake, but they the one that’s tryna toast here
i don’t think i recognize you, i don’t think you go here
step up on our turf, we gonna leave you as a ghost here
should’ve never showed here, these choppers, they gon’ blow here
matter fact, run your pockets, n*gga

[outro]
money be the motive, money be the motive
b*tch
money be the motive, money be the motive
b*tch!
huh, money be the motive, money be the motive
huh, yeah, money be the motive

[part v]

[intro]
(oh my god, [?]!)

[verse]
counting money, counting bands
we not gang, we not making amends
me and eric, we serving up bands
i’ma call up our shooter, our man
do what i want, you just do what you can
huh, big money, big plans
big chopper on my side
i’ma let it fly, wonder where it lands
finna let it loose
i don’t f*ck with truces
finna just chuck up the deuces
i’ma pull on them, they ain’t gon’ do sh*t
causing a shock, on my zeus sh*t
i’ma go ape on this beat, on my zoo sh*t
i just been up, and they losing
hop in the lane and i get to cruising
hop in the lane, i’m on go

[part vi]

[intro]
(ha ha!)

[verse]
doubled my racks, doubled my c’s, f*ck it, i went out and copped louis v (v)
f*cking your b*tch, do the birds and bees, she really want me, they curving me
in honor of granddad, i swerve the jeep (yeah), they sounding like sh*t, they be t*rds to me (d*mn)
said i’m doing them wrong, but they worse than me (whoa), and you making amends, that’s your curse to keep (ha)
n*gga, save yourself, i can’t f*ck with these hoes, i can’t save or help
walking around like you made yourself, how you righting your wrongs when you made a left? (ha)
i’m self*employed, i payed myself, they copy the way that i paved, they crept
champion of the game, i just wave my belt, i don’t care for they feelings, the way that felt (weh!)
i don’t got time for the sh*t that these n*ggas be talking please get out the way (no!)
they getting mad at me, they not getting racks, they still underpaid (whoa!)
had to go hop in the lab, i’m leveling up, i been in my cave (hoo!)
finna go call up my shooters, i call up my hitters, you talk on my name (what!?)
i’m going insane, i switched up the cartridge, just changed up the game (ha!)
can you please take a look at my wrist? you should know it’s the [?] (yeah!)
it be sounding like “clink*clank” when i go walk around with all of my chains (cling*cling!)

[part vii]

[intro]
(perfect)
([?], we need to cook)
(huh, who the f*ck is you, yeah?)

[verse]
who the f*ck is you?
who the f*ck am i? i’m the n*gga counting blues, huh
they don’t leave no clues when my shooter go and shoot, huh
we knew he was average, yeah, his hit was just a fluke, huh
“humuna, humuna, humuna”, that’s how these n*ggas be sounding when they on the track
courage the cowardly dog, *courage noises or some sh*t idk* when i smoke on the pack
these n*ggas must be tripping, their music so trash, they gotta be smoking on crack
it put me to sleep, i put on the tracks to help me relax
uh, these n*ggas make these songs, and they just be riddled with cap
these n*ggas make these songs, they need to be put in the trash
round of applause the way that she making it clap
it ain’t no pause the way they get hit from the back
(bah!) now he getting ricky, now he gon’ never come back
(bah!) get hit with the bl!cky, you know i’m toting the strap
they ain’t f*cking with me but faking, they still give me dap

[part viii]

[chorus]
said, “i’m stressed out”, but f*ck it, that’s okay
feel like my head’s down, but f*ck it, that’s okay
i’m not my best now, but f*ck it, that’s okay
no time for rest now, but f*ck it, that’s okay

[verse]
how did the time go by so fast?
feel’s like just yesterday, i was in class
clowning my music, they said it was trash
they used to make fun of me back in the past
now, i look back and just laugh
i really do miss those times
despite it all, i feel fine
not a lot on my mind
nowadays, i just grind it out
it feels like a race against time
had a lot of trouble growing up
i went in my twenties too blind
had a lot of failures on my route
some days, i just wanted to cry
swear to god, almost gave it up
but someone told me, “keep trying”

[chorus]
feeling stressed out”, but f*ck it, that’s okay
feel like my head’s down, but f*ck it, that’s okay
i’m not my best now, but f*ck it, that’s okay
no time for rest now, but f*ck it, that’s okay

[part ix]

[intro]
([?])

[verse]
all that gossip
i was never one for all the talking
all this dirt up on my name, i had no option
if you not with them, then you against them, that’s their logic
that was never me*hee, i could never give my time up just for free*hee
i could never switch on gang just for publicity
i just wanna keep the peace, don’t want no enemies
why they come up in here f*cking up my energy?
had to cut them fake ass n*ggas out my memory
huh, brand new bag for my b*tch, i had to go double the c’s
brand new bag for myself, i went out and bought louis v
rest in peace

[part x]

[verse]
let me keep my cool
let me focus on me and all of my blues
why they tryna play me like a fool?
last resort, i might just have to use my tool
if i do, then all these n*ggas, they gon’ flee
we gon’ keep this sh*t on one*hundred degrees
got this gas up in my lungs, i need my tree
brand new bag, that’s for my b*tch, it’s double c
i don’t care what they say, these n*ggas, they really don’t got what it takes
get the f*ck out my face, if you mess with my gang, then we leaving no trace
i don’t care what they say no more, i really don’t care what they say
i ain’t saving no face no more, these n*ggas, they gon’ know my name

[part xi]

[intro]
(kele)
(d*mn, kele)
hey
yuh
hey

[verse]
understand something
i be getting these bands like it’s ransom
huh, i had to go get my bag up
if you mess with my folks, better back up
put all my racks in this satchel
huh, pokémon, they better catch up
you gon’ need more than that tool, tryna blast us
man, these n*ggas, they think they outmatch us
old school, racks in the mattress
old school, my racks in the safe, place
hmm, spin like a beyblade
if we spin on your block, not a safe place
hmm, better vacate
step on your block swinging aks
hmm, don’t care what they say
i put all my brothers in they pay
if i step on the scene, it get hot
if i step looking clean, make your thot drop
if i step with my team, you get mopped
if i leave with your team, then i “haha”
you n*ggas be making me laugh
y’all going out sad, i’m just doing my cha*cha

[part xii]

[verse]
i think i need me a blunt
ain’t gon’ lie, ain’t gon’ front
not a lot on my mind
i let ‘em say what they want
i just do what i need
i know their words when i bleed
i’m sick of it bothering me
why they still talking on me?
move by myself, i just keep it low*key
they ain’t keeping no peace
so i up the piece on these n*ggas, and make ‘em say “peace”
understand, k, capisce?
they sucking the life out my joy, they be moving like fleas

[part xiii]

[intro]
i do what i want, and all—yeah (koll)
b*tch, yeah

[verse]
i’m about my business
i do what i want, and all these n*ggas tryna fit in
huh, they think that i’m flopping, all these n*ggas must be kidding
it’s up in my name, these n*ggas know that i be winning
all these n*ggas tripping, all these n*ggas be a joke
huh, i’m paying my bills, these n*ggas barely staying afloat
huh, i hop in the benz, i’m swerve in the lanes, i go to the coast
i go to the coast, i’m with your b*tch, we make a toast
she give me top up in the room, i’m living lavish
her ass is way too real, you n*ggas f*ck with plastic
the way i tripled up my racks, it’s just like magic
if they talking on your name, it must be past tense
‘cause ain’t no f*cking way that these n*ggas think that you still relevant
came up off that deficit, these n*ggas got me h*lla bent
came in with them hatchets, i’m toting h*lla different sticks
lighting up like matches, back up on my k!lling sh*t

[part xiv]

[intro: bzargoodboy]
(ayo, oddwin!)

[verse 1: kash krabs]
i got money on the floor, formula for sure
gotta brag and boast for the competition next door
they call me “armor abs”, but i’m soft to the core
i’m not one to mess with, the customers wanted more

[verse 2: sauceward]
so i give ‘em what they want, i’m just waiting on my check
fine dining and breathing, this a lifestyle i can flex
all these rappers choking, they got forks up in their necks
there’s no more debating, you should know that we’re up next

[verse 3: sauceward & kash krabs]
bikini bottom, put your hands up
came a long way, had to man up
and make some noise if you feel handsome
and up the money for the ransom

[part xv]

[verse: sauceward & kash krabs]
([?])
(bailey, that’s actually terrible, quit music)
i just came back from the future (mr. squidward)
i’ve seen lots of clones, they tryna copy through computers (run it up, mr. squidward)
they want that knew sound that yung squidward was always brewing (run it up, mr. squidward)
orb of confusion, they turn my sh*t up and go stupid (run it up, mr. squidward)
now i’m going major, i’m headline, and that’s your city (mr. squidward)
mr. krabs just paid me, payout was sixty*two pennies (run it up, mr. squidward)
folding racks up on the break, n0body f*cking with me (run it up, mr. squidward)
i ain’t talking neptune, i’m the king up in my city (run it up, mr. squidward)
(mr. squidward)
(run it up, mr. squidward)
(run it up, mr. squidward)
(run it up, mr. squidward)

[part xvi]

[intro: kash krabs]
([?])
(bailey, that’s actually terrible, quit music)
heh heh, money
heh heh, yeah

[chorus: kash krabs]
ravioli, ravioli, don’t give him the formuoli
that li’l boy, he is a phony, i swear that he don’t know me
ravioli, ravioli, don’t give him the formuoli
that li’l boy, he is a phony, i swear that he do not know me

[verse 1: sauceward]
relying on robots to steal all the sauce
kick it away with that cheap invitation
yo, plankton just hating, he plot on our boss
get the nematodes to make renovations
they getting real brave when they step on our spot
we sending out spongey to do all our bidding
we put ‘em in dirt and then leave ‘em to rot
or left in the freezer, we’re leaving it locked

[verse 2: kash krabs]
he looking real broke, but i’m not tryna hire
he not making sales, so he should’ve retired
it’s not making sense how i’m making this fire
he married computers, he’s loving on wires

[verse 3: sauceward]
if it’s down to the wire, i get to the check
i may not get paid, i may not get rest
at least i see paper when i’m at the reg’
better pipe down, better come here correct

- oddwin

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