Lyrics: [Verse] I'm just cruising round the town With my crew and already stole your girl So I'm wondering who you with You was just a hater Trynna be down Looking stupid It was only a matter of time But u told you fuckers I'd do it foolish All black in the white impala The party next door'll be poppin' Rolling deep FANG GANG We mobbin', probably with somebody foreign Hit her up right after concerts Forgot her name, but i got her started Convincing her that I lover her But she's just a girl and I'll be doing this every summer It'll be one of those times When everyone is paid No fucking around with the same girls Cause were no longer in the gates And for the niggas who're lame Will claim somehow that we've changed But nothing'll change We're just striving for the fame Quit your hating, that's lame bitch Just stay up on your same shit Don't understand the fanglish Can never get the picture With these words I'm out here painting I'm trynna be hitting stages Seeing thousands of girls that'll be impatient for me to smang it Hey bitch!

Lyrics: MTown: It's like Saturday, 2PM & I just woke up [Verse] But it's time for the wake up Time to pause the dreams And actually become the chaser Love the way she hold a brother down Like an anchor Love to wake up and see skipping her Make up Yea A hot plate's what I wake up to I find a plot so I'll make a move The crazy things that I make her do Just her and I See we're the baker's crew Went and grab my keys She yells wait So I hit the brakes She want a brother to stay Went and grabbed the trees And tried to convince me to bake That's where she got me To play along with her games Fuck it I've still yet to even plan out my day All I've got to do is pick up Ge3z sometime around 8 And shit if I can chill like this Or build like this Through the night This day'll be great So staying right here'll be the move Until I get a call or find something else to do Plus Imma have the munchies And She always stocked with food Oh yea a young nigga fresh Graduated school Wheeew So now it's time I'm wasting My words becoming new blatant And becoming more impatient To top charts is what i'm waiting for These hippy girls what Baiting for It's number one which I'm Slating for Trynna be like Master P Get her on her knees so I can make her say Uuuh And that want real clever Until I get on imma say whatever Just trynna spit words until times are better But right now I'll chill and hide out from the weather on this Saturday [Hook] Could you relax yourself girl; please settle down. Say could you relax yourself girl; please settle down. x8 Bring the girls out Bring the girls out Summertime; Swimming pools That heat'll Bring the girls out Bring the girls out That heat'll Bring the girls out Double Cupped Double Stuffed That swimsuit on their bubble butts Bring the girls out 2chea: Uhh 2chea! [Verse] Okay I'm ridin' through sippin' jin On another level Got your bitch over here trynna spin out Whenever I tell her Don't be jealous Just be careful Hoes gone hop So I let'em Catch me somewhere gettin' high Hotboxing a space shuttle She say she down for whatever We roll around in my Chevy She pop a pill to get right I pop that pussy all night Yeah Uhh She fell in love and I ain't even do shit I know they wondering What the fuck, how does this nigga do it Maybe cause i'm the coolest Nigga i really do this My nickname should be Charlie Sheen Cause I ain't never losing I swear they always choosing FANG nigga we always crusing She ride the wave So hop aboard up on a nigga cruise ship I do this everryday Kill her in everyway She want to carry my name She say she here to stay But that's all she can say She too scary to tell me I be fucking with Molly When I'm married to Marry When I'm married to Marry. Yea! FANG NIGGA!

Lyrics: [Verse] I'm telling the bitch to wait up I'm trynna make this cake But this is a constant thing She think I'm lying to her face; because I am She steady hitting my phone; leaving messages I'm like damn Resembling traits of child I wonder should I hold her hand Like damn could I breath Could a brother get a second You got too much time on your hands Why are you steadily pressing me Could you paste And just be Imma skate Yea, I'll leave And possibly be later When I did she was all through my phone Had to convert back to a pager These are the reasons and the things that make a nigga wanna hate her I'm like damn girl; Damn, Damn Having you stalking a nigga wasn't in the plan See it's all quite crazy I only smashed once and she showing me she's insane B If this is a little taste I wonder how will the fame'll B For now I've learned my lesson See this shit as ablessing Won't be stressing over my taste the ladies The single life in trynna be living Rather just have me simping Tracking a nigga's moves; always clocking my damn position And she thinking i'm being mean when I tell that bitch that she tripping But I'm only being me Cant be no slipping in this pimp shit Thats the rule of the game; how it goes It's dolo only me Can't have no dame on the road, baby I've been thinking of your position And realize your ass is crazy Can't seem to make you hate me or phase me Don't you got a man She hoping that I can take her from Thinking I can bring her fame Are you on any medication cause that's where you're largely mistaking much Everything I say is all game and it's all quite obvious I'm saying You should be ashamed I'm feeling kind of sorry that I even should explain You trynna be runnin' game, but really you getting played I'm trynna be getting paid You should go ahead and fade Bitch!

Lyrics: [Verse] On a quest looking for some new hoes to prey on Camo trunks with my toes out and a kango Trynna get my fang on; illing While my brothers on the side With a selection of bitches and they're chilling We in it Got my feet in the sand Fun and laughter with the women Taking a day off but still lowkey causing mischief She goes and says, take a hit of this I take one hit of it and then my mind is so high I'm like what is this shxt FUCK IT It's summertime and you young cuz YOU LUCKY To be alive so just live it up and switch it up Marijuana; vagina, the combination of those two things A nigga like me just can't get enough Speaking of. She's posted by the vending area So I stop, pause, think of a few scenarios She might think she bad She might laugh or even pass or I could get her number Later on I might smash So hi my name is Town, I like the dimples when you smile I never seen you around these parts so how long are you in town Cause your friend is what I'd gladly be She says, My name is Mallory and I'll be here for a while Seeing as I just moved here down the street. So I hit her with that pimp shit with intentions for her digits With no further a due She gives in and then I get them Then the pool is where I dip in, Where these niggas looking sea sick Their girls are with my niggas sippin' AriZona Tea kid They wanna live that life that were living They're tired of the sidelines and wishing for a position They're hoping that they can kick it Thinking we'll let them sit in But Benny runs up to the gates and tells them niggas NO ENTER. Then I think of Mallory Who is she ken of or friends of While I'm blessed with her presence I wanna make her my next chick Possibly be my best chick her Hoping I will have sex with But come to find out this girl is cousins with my ex bitch Damn. No diving in the pool!

Lyrics: Where you headed? [Verse 1] So now I'm headed home Time to press on for the riches Get my mind on the grind Get alone from the bitches I've been on intermission But these hoes better listen Sending notes filled with fiction I be faking her out But she loosing her mind Think I'm taking her out What thinking about I be sitting on my couch Being kinda of depressed It's kind of depressing that I'm Thinking that these words'll fill my Banking account My niggas known for the same We got goals and and aim No golds to our names But we dont give a fuck We're puttin on for the gates You hoe of hate But we dot give a fuck What you how niggas think Put me on for the fame I'm on for the game I'm just trynna make enough So I can own my estate Or at least a little cash I can cop a car that's fast Fill it up with gas Then I can be on switching lanes But what the fuck am I thinking I'm sitting on the bitch That ill end up sleeping on Shit I'm eating on And I'm looking through the tube Filled with stars which I'm Reach for See all this success Yea I peep it all It's number on my list It's what I'm speaking for But I'm weeping for One day you'll all know my name Don't you think this raw Shit that's just what the ads say Or Pharrell say Tell me keep on dreaming They dont say that you gotta Keep scheming It's in the fine print Shit I'm prolly still sleeping But it's all for a reason You just on for a season Your whole camp gone hit treason You won't find me preaching For now I say fuck this rap shit It's these hoes i'll keep tweeting [Hook] I'm on my couch Hot my feet out Trynna make a move Trynna flee out Dreaming over seas trips Like Nihau Boredom's taking over I'll tweet bow Hiding inside Cause the heats out Killing a bowl of Captain Crunch kid Kinda upset that still sober Screaming out what fuck is up bitch But I'm caught by the screen Thats us fool Who are those kids That's us fool What else could it be That's us fool Now we out of state Screaming Fuck School Now you wanna Bad luck dude Cause the DM says You really work And you love what I do I don't know what to say That sounds kind of gay That's sus fool [Verse 2] It's kid of crazy That my life don't exist I'm lazy Plus my minds kind of fogged I'm hazy Still yo main hoe been wanting me lately I'll let her chase the Imaginary might that she'll build with a nigga Soon she'll hate me You'll thank me But I'll still have those nudes And all my homies'll se her naked BANG! xD

Lyrics: [Verse] There's a thin line Which I'm walking on Most of these rhymes are talk and all While niggas think there's roses On the floor in which I'm walking on Naw, not at all Homie tell me what you be thinking bout Oh really, same shit here I just happen to speak them out Most of my day is wasted With these games I'm playing on my couch I've just got a few talents I record Hoping you would play'em out But I'd never get on of you keep quite and you save your mouth It's the same if your boss gave you no hours He couldn't pay now Think it out And there's day I get call There's a party Lets get drunk Let's he baked And I'm pretty sure your homies hit you up Be on that same shit Just face it You think I'm popping But my life It ain't shit Never performed out of this city Or even out of state But this rap shit'll take off soon That's a fucking line I fucking hate Most of these fools are talentless Why's there a fucking line of wait Nobody knows But me tweeting shit I'm hoping I can find a way And maybe in a line or two I've spoken bout some girls and all But I've just got one girlfriend She's the only bitch I ever call She lives in a different city Do I see her Never naw But listening to my thoughts and shit One day right, it'll get better y'all This how I'm feeling I'm normal did i not mention I'm hoping that you could feel this I'm needing for you to listen With our your ears I'm in the kitchen Plotting on the drugs I'm pitching Or better yet call in ransom Somebody'll end up missing Ain't this some some ass doe I'm needing not crash doe I'm Michael Phelps in tournament And swimming on my last stroke Don't download shit I'll call it quits and say And say I'll pass though I'm equal as to you Just trynna elevate my cash flow

Lyrics: [Hook] Marley & Me Crusing down the highway Hardly asleep, cause the music's all on my brain And homie I don't know where I'mma go; go; go; go x2 MTown: [Verse] Yea! Haha Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! I want a diamond in the back with a sunroof top While I'm digging the scene with a gangster lean Yo bitch on me While we coast, I'm driving cause she sips O.E. She begins to roll while we ride I just know that I'll be high I just want to float so I can catch a millage high That mid shit You can keep it Next stop Wall-E Ge3z bitch Riding two miles per hour so you fuckers could see this extravagant style Fang Life 'till the grave life Hoping Wall-E matching I'll just take a hit and pass it cause it's Marley & Me. [Hook] Marley & Me Crusing down the highway Hardly asleep, cause the music's all on my brain And homie I don't know where I'mma go; go; go; go x2

Lyrics: [Verse] The sun begins to opposite the rise My eyes are pretty low But I'm the opposite of tired I'm trynna figure what to do Shit, what's finna be the move Coincidentally i get a texts that reads We finna hit the pool Shit let's do it Even though we were there earlier today But at this time It's now illegal plus we'll be smoking on some haze Fuck it, it's midnight swimming I reply who's gonna be there Us, a few girls and Mallory You need to be there Well dam I'm trynna come through But that tank is on E Is you trynna come scoop Already outside So I coming out as is As we arrive to the place Everyone is hoping the fence As I go and take a leap I see women are down strip And this all with no hesitation They're doing it pretty quick Double take and rub my eyes As I'm thinking that in tripping They say I forgot to tell you My nigha we skinny dipping Wheeew I'm in the water with a daughter She splish splashing And happy I'm in love with sound of women laughter The buds supporting the habit Something just like a rafter I see that's feeling me Someone told I was a rapper I got her, her heart is captured Say baby lets the magic I'm a nazi, but that fact that your stalling Now that's what's fascist I can't get nothing past I've never seen no one dapper You've hot my number Once we leave here I'm sure we'll make it happen Is what she said to a brother Say I've been hype before But this feeling here Don't compare to another And I know the unwritten rule for a nigga states No diving But I swear I can combat it I'm about to go diving I'm 'bout to go diving nigga BANG! xD

Lyrics: [Verse] And I'm feeling like God; Goddamn hoe Goddamn I'm the motherfucking man hoe Who you here with Oh, you chilling with you mans hoe Who the lame that be wearing all that camo He a herb Tell ya mans to Curve Swerve And this shit got me feeling kind purb Word And I feel I'm slurring up my words Words For you to say no, now that would be absurd Bird But aint gone stop her To think of saying no She wouldn't even bother I'm just telling you proper I'm just chilling in the white impala And i ain't for lossing Got riding round cruising Say she got that wet Bitch prove it I ain't stupid This a lesson You the student I'mma fuck then you scooting And she alright with that Cause her mans hella wack And she steadily choosing She can't even wait to tell her friends it was great Trynna take pictures so she can prove it God dammit The world that a young nigga live in But that comes with the pimping Tell that bitch no If she try to sneak a flick Tell that bitch go [Hook] In this white Impala We cruising again We flew in a plane That's full wooded grain In this white Impala We back on the coast Your Girl wanna smoke While we're dodging the po-po In this white Impala You hoe on the flock Wanna roll down my block While I'm dropping the top on this White impala The White Impala x7 [Verse] Still feeling the shit doe That's be like there he go Like I'm Q And I'm riding round fig row She riding dick doe She say she a fan And she wanna meet the whole damn Clique doe And I knew that from the get go That why right after I'm done I'mma tell her ass to get home Yea tell her ass to get on I'll let her take a pic doe So when you go through her phone and I can be like Guess who fucking to bitch x5 No it's not key It's young me You're tight, nigga you must be But i can say she's lovely BANG! xD

Lyrics: [Verse] Baby it's just you and me All up in this room You'll see all the things i think of All the things i dream of when I'm alone up in this home I just want to touch all on your body babe You should let me rub all on your body babe I just want to fuck all on your body babe I want to touch your body babe x2