Oh, yeah
It get weird, it get weird growing up
I don't want no love, but I don't think you did enough
In the club, keep goin' up
F*ck, shit, that's why I keep on throwing up
Why should I keep on pouring up?
I wish I could just not grow up
I wish I could just not pour up
All I wanna do is chill inside a slut truck
I think she know what's up, but she don't give a f*ck (nah)
They say, "Nettspend the one," I make her have some fun, ayy
It might be seventh Heaven, but I'll send that boy to one, yeah
And I'm not even twenty-seven, but I wanna be in the club, shit (mhm)
TRX, took a risk, I'm on dumb shit
Yeah, I'm on dumb shit
Let's have fun before I'm done, bitch
Let's go one, number one quick
It get weird, it get weird growing up
I don't want no love, but I don't think you did enough
In the club, keep goin' up
F*ck, shit, that's why I keep on throwing up
Why should I keep on pouring up?
I wish I could just not grow up
I wish I could just not pour up
All I wanna do is chill inside a slut truck
Nettspend - Bad Ass F*cking Kid Album Lyrics
Nettspend - Bad Ass F*cking Kid Lyrics
Writer: Gunner Shepardson, Rok Curkovic, Teun Vroomen, Carter Bryson
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Leader
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
I'ma leave the pack, I'ma leave her, I'm a leader, I'ma do more when I'm bad
I ain't comin', leave it in the sack, money full of bag, they thought it was motherf*ckin' trash
Runnin' out the back, 'cause they can't see me when I'm bad
Yeah, and they can't see me when I'm mad
And she can't see me when I'm sad
So I'm finna dip out, finna crash out
Yeah, I get so high, I might just pass out
Yeah, we get so fly, so we get flashed out
Tweakin' when I'm dolo, while I'm grippin' on my cash cow
Fixin' for a photo, but I'm outside with my main bitch
And I'm outside with the stainless
Turn a white tee famous
Money, but f*ck the feds though
We both high as shit, I'm drinkin' lean, you drinkin' chowder
Yeah, he might be broke, but that's my brother (brother)
Yeah, that's why I'm in the 'Raq singin' my heart out
Yeah, she might get old, but I'm gon' f*ck her
Yeah, my name lil' Nett, came for hundred thousand (f*ck)
Keep it on before they try to get down
Yeah (huh), yeah (huh), yeah (yeah)
I'ma leave the pack, I'ma leave her, I'm a leader, I'ma do more when I'm bad
I ain't comin', leave it in the sack, money full of bag, they thought it was motherf*ckin' trash
Runnin' out the back, 'cause they can't see me when I'm bad (uh, uh)
Yeah, and they can't see me when I'm mad
And she can't see me when I'm sad
So I'm finna dip out, finna crash out
Yeah, I get so high, I might just pass out
Yeah, we get so fly, so we get flashed out
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
I'ma leave the pack, I'ma leave her, I'm a leader, I'ma do more when I'm bad
I ain't comin', leave it in the sack, money full of bag, they thought it was motherf*ckin' trash
Runnin' out the back, 'cause they can't see me when I'm bad
Yeah, and they can't see me when I'm mad
And she can't see me when I'm sad
So I'm finna dip out, finna crash out
Yeah, I get so high, I might just pass out
Yeah, we get so fly, so we get flashed out
Tweakin' when I'm dolo, while I'm grippin' on my cash cow
Fixin' for a photo, but I'm outside with my main bitch
And I'm outside with the stainless
Turn a white tee famous
Money, but f*ck the feds though
We both high as shit, I'm drinkin' lean, you drinkin' chowder
Yeah, he might be broke, but that's my brother (brother)
Yeah, that's why I'm in the 'Raq singin' my heart out
Yeah, she might get old, but I'm gon' f*ck her
Yeah, my name lil' Nett, came for hundred thousand (f*ck)
Keep it on before they try to get down
Yeah (huh), yeah (huh), yeah (yeah)
I'ma leave the pack, I'ma leave her, I'm a leader, I'ma do more when I'm bad
I ain't comin', leave it in the sack, money full of bag, they thought it was motherf*ckin' trash
Runnin' out the back, 'cause they can't see me when I'm bad (uh, uh)
Yeah, and they can't see me when I'm mad
And she can't see me when I'm sad
So I'm finna dip out, finna crash out
Yeah, I get so high, I might just pass out
Yeah, we get so fly, so we get flashed out
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Writer: Gunner Shepardson, William Dale Minnix III
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Project Pat
This shit hittin'?
Yeah, uh
And I'm so glad I just let off
'Cause I know I did, you would get set off, set off, set, uh (shit was so bad, I'm so set off, set off)
And if the world was free, fetch up, I still would get nothin' (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Just touched down in the 'Raq, need to hit up Project Pat (uh-uh)
Main-ski pulled up in a Scat', like, "Where the packs?" (uh-uh, We gon' be okay)
I love to hang around 'cause she know how to act (hold up)
And my f*ckin' brother pack pulled up
We got so high, we just jumped in a stolo
And I ain't even know up
I swear that everything above, uh
And if it was, I'm above, yeah
Every slut wanna f*ck (slut)
Get your BBL to get in the truck (yo)
Or get thrown in the trunk
X, X, X, X, f*ck love
It's so much sex in the club
And I won't drop a song with you 'cause you suck, uh
I used to hit the bong, now we smokin' blunts
I still won't f*ck for long 'cause I gotta run
Is you finna, uh, log in or what?
I pull up to say, "So, smoke a ton"
And if the world was free, fetch up, I still would get nothin'
Just touched down in the 'Raq, need to hit up Project Pat (uh-uh)
Main-ski pulled up in a Scat', like, "Where the packs?" (uh-uh)
I love to hang around 'cause she know how to act (hold up)
And my f*ckin' brother pack pulled up
We got so high, we just jumped in a stolo
And I ain't even know up
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
(We gon' be okay)
Yeah, uh
And I'm so glad I just let off
'Cause I know I did, you would get set off, set off, set, uh (shit was so bad, I'm so set off, set off)
And if the world was free, fetch up, I still would get nothin' (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Just touched down in the 'Raq, need to hit up Project Pat (uh-uh)
Main-ski pulled up in a Scat', like, "Where the packs?" (uh-uh, We gon' be okay)
I love to hang around 'cause she know how to act (hold up)
And my f*ckin' brother pack pulled up
We got so high, we just jumped in a stolo
And I ain't even know up
I swear that everything above, uh
And if it was, I'm above, yeah
Every slut wanna f*ck (slut)
Get your BBL to get in the truck (yo)
Or get thrown in the trunk
X, X, X, X, f*ck love
It's so much sex in the club
And I won't drop a song with you 'cause you suck, uh
I used to hit the bong, now we smokin' blunts
I still won't f*ck for long 'cause I gotta run
Is you finna, uh, log in or what?
I pull up to say, "So, smoke a ton"
And if the world was free, fetch up, I still would get nothin'
Just touched down in the 'Raq, need to hit up Project Pat (uh-uh)
Main-ski pulled up in a Scat', like, "Where the packs?" (uh-uh)
I love to hang around 'cause she know how to act (hold up)
And my f*ckin' brother pack pulled up
We got so high, we just jumped in a stolo
And I ain't even know up
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
(We gon' be okay)
Writer: Gunner Shepardson, William Dale Minnix III
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Tommy
High off my feet, Tommy, I don't know
And she was street slimy, I ain't know (Rok on the track, yeah)
Touch your toes, oh-oh-oh
Pour some more, ah, ah
I suppose, uh
I, I know, high off my feet, Tommy, I don't know
And she was street slimy, I ain't know
So we geek up and f*ck, oh
I left for dead, but she made a pact for us
And she pullin' tarots, I think I would get blessed
And I won't let 'em bury me, son, "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah" (nah, nah)
My lil' shit dressed like she a tomboy
At the Gucci store, and I'm like, "Where the Tom Ford?"
I try explore all the things, I want more
I try explain how I feel, but I just feel it in my core
AP Skele' on my fist, no Rolex
And I took a picture with you 'cause you earned it, uh
Ayy, pop that- (Lamb') ayy, pop that pill, you might just lose your focus (ew)
I'm in my bag, buyin' bags for my purses
I'm a bounty hunter, stray rats, looking for that f*cking snitch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Snitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Touch your toes, oh-oh-oh
Pour some more, ah, ah
I suppose, uh
I, I know, high off my feet, Tommy, I don't know
And she was street slimy, I ain't know
So we geek up and f*ck, oh
I left for dead, but she made a pact for us
And she pullin' tarots, I think I would get blessed
And I won't let 'em bury me, son, "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah" (nah, nah)
And she was street slimy, I ain't know (Rok on the track, yeah)
Touch your toes, oh-oh-oh
Pour some more, ah, ah
I suppose, uh
I, I know, high off my feet, Tommy, I don't know
And she was street slimy, I ain't know
So we geek up and f*ck, oh
I left for dead, but she made a pact for us
And she pullin' tarots, I think I would get blessed
And I won't let 'em bury me, son, "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah" (nah, nah)
My lil' shit dressed like she a tomboy
At the Gucci store, and I'm like, "Where the Tom Ford?"
I try explore all the things, I want more
I try explain how I feel, but I just feel it in my core
AP Skele' on my fist, no Rolex
And I took a picture with you 'cause you earned it, uh
Ayy, pop that- (Lamb') ayy, pop that pill, you might just lose your focus (ew)
I'm in my bag, buyin' bags for my purses
I'm a bounty hunter, stray rats, looking for that f*cking snitch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Snitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Touch your toes, oh-oh-oh
Pour some more, ah, ah
I suppose, uh
I, I know, high off my feet, Tommy, I don't know
And she was street slimy, I ain't know
So we geek up and f*ck, oh
I left for dead, but she made a pact for us
And she pullin' tarots, I think I would get blessed
And I won't let 'em bury me, son, "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah" (nah, nah)
Writer: Gunner Shepardson, Rok Curkovic, Warren Hunter
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Tyla
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
I can't even tell the time, look alive, I'm alive
I'm alive, I'm on time, Mariah, Mariah (we gon' be okay)
She gon' ride on my body, huh, ride on the block
Big flame like LeBron, fire, like, fire
I'm alone, can't die, yeah
Yeah, she wan' f*ck, but I'm shy, yeah
Yeah, need a lit bitch, Tyla
Yeah, need new drip, yeah, attire on my body
Yeah, I feel what you try, but it can't stop us
She a bop, you can tell why she wildin'
And you know I'm still a lil' bit childish
Bitch, I'm seventeen, kinda weird she like me, but I ain't no child, bitch
I ain't been in the VA in like two months
And if you walked in my shoes, you would get chewed up
Huh, I was pullin' bitches on the f*ckin' school bus
Huh, but f*ck skippin' classes with you, you a loser
Mm, can't let the mic leave my life, for they won't knew us
And I might just get a tutor just to f*ck the tutor
Yeah, need a lit bitch, Tyla
Yeah, need new drip, yeah, attire on m-
Yeah, I feel what you try, but it can't stop us
She a bop, you can tell why she wildin'
And you know I'm still a lil' bit childish (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
But-but-but I ain't no child-
But I ain't no child, bitch
I ain't been in the VA in like two months (w-we gon' be okay)
I can't even tell the time, look alive, I'm alive
I'm alive, I'm on time, Mariah, Mariah (we gon' be okay)
She gon' ride on my body, huh, ride on the block
Big flame like LeBron, fire, like, fire
I'm alone, can't die, yeah
Yeah, she wan' f*ck, but I'm shy, yeah
Yeah, need a lit bitch, Tyla
Yeah, need new drip, yeah, attire on my body
Yeah, I feel what you try, but it can't stop us
She a bop, you can tell why she wildin'
And you know I'm still a lil' bit childish
Bitch, I'm seventeen, kinda weird she like me, but I ain't no child, bitch
I ain't been in the VA in like two months
And if you walked in my shoes, you would get chewed up
Huh, I was pullin' bitches on the f*ckin' school bus
Huh, but f*ck skippin' classes with you, you a loser
Mm, can't let the mic leave my life, for they won't knew us
And I might just get a tutor just to f*ck the tutor
Yeah, need a lit bitch, Tyla
Yeah, need new drip, yeah, attire on m-
Yeah, I feel what you try, but it can't stop us
She a bop, you can tell why she wildin'
And you know I'm still a lil' bit childish (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
But-but-but I ain't no child-
But I ain't no child, bitch
I ain't been in the VA in like two months (w-we gon' be okay)
Writer: Gunner Shepardson, William Dale Minnix III
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
ASAP
This the last one
Zip it up
Turnt as f*ck
Meet me in the truck
Pull up ASAP, yeah, what? Don't be dumb
I got banned from the bank, I keep on pullin' too many funds (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
And my bitch in my ear, keep on sayin' she want a pug
(We gon' be okay)
Lookin' at me like a deer 'cause you know I took your doe, your doe
I put diamonds all on my Veneers, yeah
I was intoxicated, so I ain't know you was there (You was there)
Blair, Blair, Blair, Blair (Blair, bitch, yeah, Blair, yeah)
Blair, Blair, Blair, Blair (Blair, yeah, yeah, get 'em)
And the stereo on the way to the lair
Feel like yesterday, shootin' dice on the stairs (Woah)
Got away 'cause I was scared (I was, no, wait)
Got away 'cause you weren't there (No, brother, wait)
You didn't call me from the pin
We both got a lot to say, speakin' in codes 'cause they might listen to us (To us)
Uh, do it so long, don't know my limits (Limits, limits, limits)
'Fore this shit take down and they all miss me (Miss me, man)
In a whole Rick fit, I signed some titties (What's up?)
I'm depressed, I still got witty, yeah, yeah (What's up? Uh, ah, uh)
Keep tryna get me, man, that shit get risky, uh
Take two shots of wiki, yeah, who else with me?
[Chorus]
Pull up ASAP, yeah, what? Don't be dumb
I got banned from the bank, I keep on pullin' too many funds
And my bitch in my ear, keep on sayin' she want a pug
Lookin' at me like a deer 'cause you know I took your doe, your doe
I put diamonds all on my Veneers, yeah
I was intoxicated, so I ain't know you was there (You was there)
Blair, Blair, Blair, Blair (Blair, bitch, yeah, Blair, yeah)
Blair, Blair, Blair, Blair (Blair, yeah, yeah, get 'em)
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
(We gon' be okay)
Zip it up
Turnt as f*ck
Meet me in the truck
Pull up ASAP, yeah, what? Don't be dumb
I got banned from the bank, I keep on pullin' too many funds (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
And my bitch in my ear, keep on sayin' she want a pug
(We gon' be okay)
Lookin' at me like a deer 'cause you know I took your doe, your doe
I put diamonds all on my Veneers, yeah
I was intoxicated, so I ain't know you was there (You was there)
Blair, Blair, Blair, Blair (Blair, bitch, yeah, Blair, yeah)
Blair, Blair, Blair, Blair (Blair, yeah, yeah, get 'em)
And the stereo on the way to the lair
Feel like yesterday, shootin' dice on the stairs (Woah)
Got away 'cause I was scared (I was, no, wait)
Got away 'cause you weren't there (No, brother, wait)
You didn't call me from the pin
We both got a lot to say, speakin' in codes 'cause they might listen to us (To us)
Uh, do it so long, don't know my limits (Limits, limits, limits)
'Fore this shit take down and they all miss me (Miss me, man)
In a whole Rick fit, I signed some titties (What's up?)
I'm depressed, I still got witty, yeah, yeah (What's up? Uh, ah, uh)
Keep tryna get me, man, that shit get risky, uh
Take two shots of wiki, yeah, who else with me?
[Chorus]
Pull up ASAP, yeah, what? Don't be dumb
I got banned from the bank, I keep on pullin' too many funds
And my bitch in my ear, keep on sayin' she want a pug
Lookin' at me like a deer 'cause you know I took your doe, your doe
I put diamonds all on my Veneers, yeah
I was intoxicated, so I ain't know you was there (You was there)
Blair, Blair, Blair, Blair (Blair, bitch, yeah, Blair, yeah)
Blair, Blair, Blair, Blair (Blair, yeah, yeah, get 'em)
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
(We gon' be okay)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
F*CK CANCER
(You wanna do something fun?)
Ridin' in that
When the bus go
Na-na-na-na
And when we f*ck, go
Wa-wa-wa-wa, whoa, wa-wa-wa-wa
Whoa, wa-wa-wa-wa, what?
Wa-wa-wa, yeah
Thumbin' bands up, damn (uh-huh)
Hoppin' out the Lamb' truck, need to pull my pants up, man
And she on the daily grind, 'cause she a Cancer, man
I just chucked a couple bands at a dancer, yeah
Threw a couple thousand pennies in a well
If I go down, still wish you well
Turn your frown back upside down
Don't post our pic, don't kiss and tell (bitch)
I'm on the run like Foxy Brown (yeah)
Go check the glove box, if we got rounds (huh)
Pull up to New York, put the grabba in the loud (yeah)
And it's a brawler in the motherf*ckin' town
Was at Benihana before I even had a dollar
On the phone with my momma, she said, "Don't have no daughter" (uh)
Talkin' to my dad, he said, "Don't start no problems"
But it was after you went and caused all the drama
Never been to the gym, but I'm gettin' stronger
She like my lil' f*ckin' grin, all she know I'm gettin' drunk (ah)
I just popped two pills, huh, hope it don't f*ck me over
I was tryna feel in the Hills 'cause I'm gettin' older
What is real? Uh, where the seal?
And my brother strapped up like a Navy Seal
And we gon' trail, we gon' peel
We gon'
Ridin' in that
When the bus go
Na-na-na-na
And when we f*ck, go
Wa-wa-wa-wa, whoa, wa-wa-wa-wa
Whoa, wa-wa-wa-wa, what?
Wa-wa-wa, yeah
Thumbin' bands up, damn (uh-huh)
Hoppin' out the Lamb' truck, need to pull my pants up, man
And she on the daily grind, 'cause she a Cancer, man
I just chucked a couple bands at a dancer, yeah
Threw a couple thousand pennies in a well
If I go down, still wish you well
Turn your frown back upside down
Don't post our pic, don't kiss and tell
Ridin' in that
When the bus go
Na-na-na-na
And when we f*ck, go
Wa-wa-wa-wa, whoa, wa-wa-wa-wa
Whoa, wa-wa-wa-wa, what?
Wa-wa-wa, yeah
Thumbin' bands up, damn (uh-huh)
Hoppin' out the Lamb' truck, need to pull my pants up, man
And she on the daily grind, 'cause she a Cancer, man
I just chucked a couple bands at a dancer, yeah
Threw a couple thousand pennies in a well
If I go down, still wish you well
Turn your frown back upside down
Don't post our pic, don't kiss and tell (bitch)
I'm on the run like Foxy Brown (yeah)
Go check the glove box, if we got rounds (huh)
Pull up to New York, put the grabba in the loud (yeah)
And it's a brawler in the motherf*ckin' town
Was at Benihana before I even had a dollar
On the phone with my momma, she said, "Don't have no daughter" (uh)
Talkin' to my dad, he said, "Don't start no problems"
But it was after you went and caused all the drama
Never been to the gym, but I'm gettin' stronger
She like my lil' f*ckin' grin, all she know I'm gettin' drunk (ah)
I just popped two pills, huh, hope it don't f*ck me over
I was tryna feel in the Hills 'cause I'm gettin' older
What is real? Uh, where the seal?
And my brother strapped up like a Navy Seal
And we gon' trail, we gon' peel
We gon'
Ridin' in that
When the bus go
Na-na-na-na
And when we f*ck, go
Wa-wa-wa-wa, whoa, wa-wa-wa-wa
Whoa, wa-wa-wa-wa, what?
Wa-wa-wa, yeah
Thumbin' bands up, damn (uh-huh)
Hoppin' out the Lamb' truck, need to pull my pants up, man
And she on the daily grind, 'cause she a Cancer, man
I just chucked a couple bands at a dancer, yeah
Threw a couple thousand pennies in a well
If I go down, still wish you well
Turn your frown back upside down
Don't post our pic, don't kiss and tell
Writer: Gunner Shepardson, Roy Scott III
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Skipping Class
My heart, I never be, I never see, I never know
My heart, I never be, I never see, I never know
Yeah, I'm done skippin' classes with you, f*ck them drugs (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
F*ck them grades, I made her ass bigger (we gon' be okay)
Yeah, I'm done skippin' classes with you, I was done being bad with you
F*ck class, drew a bad pic, they on my dick because I swag diff'
I swear to God, if you had a torch, you'd be in last with it
Like, who you is? Like, comin' in with codeine
She want me to hit, she said, "Let me live"
Like, come on, twin, we can't all get in
Like, we can't all get in, like
This ain't that, you out of swag with it (swag with it)
In the classes, f*ckin' mad bitches (mad bitches)
F*ck that class and drew a bad picture (bad picture)
Drank cup, poppin-pop-poppin' tags with it
And I'm so obsessed with sad bitch, you, you
Bad, ain't no second guessin', bad, bad, bad
Bitch, just bring whatever, I just want whatever chopper
Pushin' buttons, choppers, you was lookin' for my llama, llama
Bad-ass bitch, she flawless, she wanna stalk me 'cause I'm poppin'
Yeah, I'm done skippin' classes with you
I was done being bad with you
F*ck class, drew a bad picture
Yeah, I'm done skippin' classes with you, f*ck them drugs (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
F*ck them drugs (we gon' be okay)
My heart, I never be, I never see, I never know
Yeah, I'm done skippin' classes with you, f*ck them drugs (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
F*ck them grades, I made her ass bigger (we gon' be okay)
Yeah, I'm done skippin' classes with you, I was done being bad with you
F*ck class, drew a bad pic, they on my dick because I swag diff'
I swear to God, if you had a torch, you'd be in last with it
Like, who you is? Like, comin' in with codeine
She want me to hit, she said, "Let me live"
Like, come on, twin, we can't all get in
Like, we can't all get in, like
This ain't that, you out of swag with it (swag with it)
In the classes, f*ckin' mad bitches (mad bitches)
F*ck that class and drew a bad picture (bad picture)
Drank cup, poppin-pop-poppin' tags with it
And I'm so obsessed with sad bitch, you, you
Bad, ain't no second guessin', bad, bad, bad
Bitch, just bring whatever, I just want whatever chopper
Pushin' buttons, choppers, you was lookin' for my llama, llama
Bad-ass bitch, she flawless, she wanna stalk me 'cause I'm poppin'
Yeah, I'm done skippin' classes with you
I was done being bad with you
F*ck class, drew a bad picture
Yeah, I'm done skippin' classes with you, f*ck them drugs (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
F*ck them drugs (we gon' be okay)
Writer: Gunner Shepardson, William Dale Minnix III
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Beach leak
(EVILGIANE)
Go, go, go, go
Drugs in my drink, I-I fell asleep
And they love what they see, but you ain't close to me, mm
SURF GANG at the beach, it's so much weed, I broke the leaf
I'm O.T.O.D. off the opiates, I swear I get too geek-geeked
Make me, make me, make me leave, so sad that this bitch a treesh
I double up the loose leaf and now I can't even feel the weed
I feel like Future, but Gen Z, put some molly in them teeths
Baby, tell me what you need, you might be f*cked up, but not like me (f*ck)
Me, me, me, three, three, two, three (three, two, ayy)
Date night, why I low-key fell asleep?
And my brother said this shit ain't no jealousy
They just envy me
Date night, why I low-key fell asleep?
And my brother said this shit ain't no jealousy
They just envy me (go)
Drugs in my drink, I fell asleep
And they love what they see, but you ain't close to me, mm
SURF GANG at the beach, it's so much weed, I broke the leaf
I'm O.T.O.D. off the opiates, I swear I get too geeked
Make me, make me, make me leave, so sad that this bitch a treesh
I double up the loose leaf and now I can't even feel the weed
I feel like Future, but Gen Z, put some molly in them teeths
Baby, tell me what you need, you might be f*cked up, but not like me (f*ck)
Go, go, go, go
Drugs in my drink, I-I fell asleep
And they love what they see, but you ain't close to me, mm
SURF GANG at the beach, it's so much weed, I broke the leaf
I'm O.T.O.D. off the opiates, I swear I get too geek-geeked
Make me, make me, make me leave, so sad that this bitch a treesh
I double up the loose leaf and now I can't even feel the weed
I feel like Future, but Gen Z, put some molly in them teeths
Baby, tell me what you need, you might be f*cked up, but not like me (f*ck)
Me, me, me, three, three, two, three (three, two, ayy)
Date night, why I low-key fell asleep?
And my brother said this shit ain't no jealousy
They just envy me
Date night, why I low-key fell asleep?
And my brother said this shit ain't no jealousy
They just envy me (go)
Drugs in my drink, I fell asleep
And they love what they see, but you ain't close to me, mm
SURF GANG at the beach, it's so much weed, I broke the leaf
I'm O.T.O.D. off the opiates, I swear I get too geeked
Make me, make me, make me leave, so sad that this bitch a treesh
I double up the loose leaf and now I can't even feel the weed
I feel like Future, but Gen Z, put some molly in them teeths
Baby, tell me what you need, you might be f*cked up, but not like me (f*ck)
Writer: Gunner Shepardson, William Dale Minnix III
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Shut Up
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
(We-we gon' be okay)
I think I'm lit, jump the fence, yeah
She on my dick 'cause I'm the shit
Said, "Shut up, bitch, it need some spit," hold up
And the stick might need a grip, hold up, yeah
Ain't no bitch I had to stiff-arm, yeah
And I think it's a glitch 'cause now I'm big on 'em (what?)
Ain't threw that pitch and now they pissed off
Ella ho, she my pitstop
Yeah, I can't go, no, save no bitch, dog
Yeah, say she my sitch', but she got sent off
Yeah, that bitch off the wall like some Vans though, uh
And she suck my balls like a fan now, yeah, yeah
Come f*ck with the band, come f*ckin' fan out (slut, slut)
Uh, you can't have me, you can have my mans now
Yeah, I'm in a slut truck, not a van
She pull my pants down (slut)
I think she want what's in my pants now (what?)
I think I'm lit, jump the fence, yeah (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
She on my dick 'cause I'm the shit
Said, "Shut up, bitch, it need some spit," hold up (we-we gon' be okay)
And the stick might need a grip, hold up, yeah
Ain't no bitch I had to stiff-arm, yeah
And I think it's a glitch 'cause now I'm big on 'em (what?)
Ain't threw that pitch and now they pissed off
Ella ho, she my pitstop
Yeah, I can't go, no, save no bitch, dog
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
(We-we gon' be okay)
(We-we gon' be okay)
I think I'm lit, jump the fence, yeah
She on my dick 'cause I'm the shit
Said, "Shut up, bitch, it need some spit," hold up
And the stick might need a grip, hold up, yeah
Ain't no bitch I had to stiff-arm, yeah
And I think it's a glitch 'cause now I'm big on 'em (what?)
Ain't threw that pitch and now they pissed off
Ella ho, she my pitstop
Yeah, I can't go, no, save no bitch, dog
Yeah, say she my sitch', but she got sent off
Yeah, that bitch off the wall like some Vans though, uh
And she suck my balls like a fan now, yeah, yeah
Come f*ck with the band, come f*ckin' fan out (slut, slut)
Uh, you can't have me, you can have my mans now
Yeah, I'm in a slut truck, not a van
She pull my pants down (slut)
I think she want what's in my pants now (what?)
I think I'm lit, jump the fence, yeah (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
She on my dick 'cause I'm the shit
Said, "Shut up, bitch, it need some spit," hold up (we-we gon' be okay)
And the stick might need a grip, hold up, yeah
Ain't no bitch I had to stiff-arm, yeah
And I think it's a glitch 'cause now I'm big on 'em (what?)
Ain't threw that pitch and now they pissed off
Ella ho, she my pitstop
Yeah, I can't go, no, save no bitch, dog
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
(We-we gon' be okay)
Writer: Gunner Shepardson, William Dale Minnix III
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Birdbox
We was gone (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Eyes closed
I'm a pro and she a goat (we gon' be okay)
When I say go, uh, uh, we throw some more (throw some more)
When I say yo, yo, yo, come get your ho
Check cleared, so I put some diamonds on
And it ain't nothin' to say you lit when you on
And it's like Bird Box, can't see up out this Ghost (ghost, ghost, ghost)
The way they chirp now, Twitter got you bold (chirp)
And it's a wet flu, that boy f*ckin' throwed, uh
Like, send that check through, you know what I'm owed (owed, owed)
And she so fine, she OnlyFans on she own (Uh, yeah)
And I said, "Bye, bitch, got booked for twenty shows" (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, like, twenty, bitch)
And why you typin'? I can't even respond (ew, huh)
Don't need no guidance (yeah), this money turn me on (it turn me on)
We keep on fightin', huh
And w keep on fightin' and my eyes wide, yeah
You know I'm a liar (lie), can you provide? (Provide)
Look in my eyes (oh), I despise you (yeah)
You, you, you, you
Hm, hm, hm, hm, hm, hm (fly, flyin', flyin', fly)
I need a pilot (I'm lit), I'm tired of drivin' (yeah, ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
I'm f*ckin' stylin', you need to dial in (we gon' be okay)
Yeah, my mama know that I'm gon' die lit (die lit, die lit)
You got my eyes rollin' behind my eyelids (eyelids, rollin', eyes)
I'm gettin' so rich, I might just cop an island (island)
She throwin' a fit, that bitch need to stop it
Chopper steady wildin', yeah, my brother told me, "Please don't pop it"
Papa told me, "Stop it", but I'm guapin', so I cannot drop it
We was gone
Eyes closed
I'm a pro and she a goat
When I say go, uh, uh, we throw some more (throw some more)
When I say yo, yo, yo, come get your ho
When I say go, uh, uh, we throw some more
When I say yo, yo, yo, come get your ho
(We gon' be okay)
Eyes closed
I'm a pro and she a goat (we gon' be okay)
When I say go, uh, uh, we throw some more (throw some more)
When I say yo, yo, yo, come get your ho
Check cleared, so I put some diamonds on
And it ain't nothin' to say you lit when you on
And it's like Bird Box, can't see up out this Ghost (ghost, ghost, ghost)
The way they chirp now, Twitter got you bold (chirp)
And it's a wet flu, that boy f*ckin' throwed, uh
Like, send that check through, you know what I'm owed (owed, owed)
And she so fine, she OnlyFans on she own (Uh, yeah)
And I said, "Bye, bitch, got booked for twenty shows" (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, like, twenty, bitch)
And why you typin'? I can't even respond (ew, huh)
Don't need no guidance (yeah), this money turn me on (it turn me on)
We keep on fightin', huh
And w keep on fightin' and my eyes wide, yeah
You know I'm a liar (lie), can you provide? (Provide)
Look in my eyes (oh), I despise you (yeah)
You, you, you, you
Hm, hm, hm, hm, hm, hm (fly, flyin', flyin', fly)
I need a pilot (I'm lit), I'm tired of drivin' (yeah, ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
I'm f*ckin' stylin', you need to dial in (we gon' be okay)
Yeah, my mama know that I'm gon' die lit (die lit, die lit)
You got my eyes rollin' behind my eyelids (eyelids, rollin', eyes)
I'm gettin' so rich, I might just cop an island (island)
She throwin' a fit, that bitch need to stop it
Chopper steady wildin', yeah, my brother told me, "Please don't pop it"
Papa told me, "Stop it", but I'm guapin', so I cannot drop it
We was gone
Eyes closed
I'm a pro and she a goat
When I say go, uh, uh, we throw some more (throw some more)
When I say yo, yo, yo, come get your ho
When I say go, uh, uh, we throw some more
When I say yo, yo, yo, come get your ho
(We gon' be okay)
Writer: Gunner Shepardson, William Dale Minnix III
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Drop The Blunt
(You wanna do something fun?)
And I said, and I said, "Yo"
I was steady smokin' on this dope (dope, soap)
It's date night, I took her soul
Soul, soul
And I say, "Poles, poles, poles," huh (bitch)
My brother, yeah, he up the score (yo)
You know that we ain't honor roll, roll, roll, roll (rolls)
But you know that I'm on a rolls, rolls, rolls, rolls
Molly water got me rollin', rollin', rollin', uh (f*ck)
Drugs f*ckin' up my soul, soul, soul, soul, soul (bitch)
But I know what I know, you lost, soul, uh, I know you lost souls
Uh, lost souls (damn, bitch), lost souls, lost souls
All that pussy poppin' got you lookin' old
I had to look the other way, I can't go home
And I turned seventeen and now she think I'm grown
(Grown, grown, she think I'm grown)
A-and, and I just dropped the blunt, I'm screamin', "Where the hoes?"
And I, and I might flood the scene, this scene thot just got throat (pole, pole)
And it's a lot of money, but we ain't goin' broke (yo)
And it's a lot of money, so we ain't-, it's a lot of money, so we ain't goin' broke
And I said, "Yo"
I was steady smokin' on this dope, yeah
It's date night, I took her soul
Poles, poles, poles, huh (f*ck)
My brother, yeah, he up the score (bitch)
You know that we ain't honor roll, roll, roll, roll (rolls)
But you know that I'm on the rolls (rolls)
(Money)
(Huh? Okay, if that's what you want)
And I said, and I said, "Yo"
I was steady smokin' on this dope (dope, soap)
It's date night, I took her soul
Soul, soul
And I say, "Poles, poles, poles," huh (bitch)
My brother, yeah, he up the score (yo)
You know that we ain't honor roll, roll, roll, roll (rolls)
But you know that I'm on a rolls, rolls, rolls, rolls
Molly water got me rollin', rollin', rollin', uh (f*ck)
Drugs f*ckin' up my soul, soul, soul, soul, soul (bitch)
But I know what I know, you lost, soul, uh, I know you lost souls
Uh, lost souls (damn, bitch), lost souls, lost souls
All that pussy poppin' got you lookin' old
I had to look the other way, I can't go home
And I turned seventeen and now she think I'm grown
(Grown, grown, she think I'm grown)
A-and, and I just dropped the blunt, I'm screamin', "Where the hoes?"
And I, and I might flood the scene, this scene thot just got throat (pole, pole)
And it's a lot of money, but we ain't goin' broke (yo)
And it's a lot of money, so we ain't-, it's a lot of money, so we ain't goin' broke
And I said, "Yo"
I was steady smokin' on this dope, yeah
It's date night, I took her soul
Poles, poles, poles, huh (f*ck)
My brother, yeah, he up the score (bitch)
You know that we ain't honor roll, roll, roll, roll (rolls)
But you know that I'm on the rolls (rolls)
(Money)
(Huh? Okay, if that's what you want)
Writer: Gunner Shepardson, Roy Scott III
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Perc Soda
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
(We gon' be okay)
Yeah, yeah
Five hunnid, five hunnid for that, so don't f*ck it up, I f*cked it up
Baddest kid of the year, you can't touch us, you know that shit
We spin that Lexus like a truck, I'm sure that f*cked you up
Like, most these bad bitches be cap, but that's not new to us
It's Percs in my soda, I'm throwed, I got flown out
F*ck that, lil' bitch, I'm mad wealthy and you broke now
Like, watch out for me, man, I'm sluttin' hoes out
Yeah, and I just changed my number, you can have my old one (you can have my old, old one)
I don't-I don't want the young ho, I just want the old one
I'm swervin' in that Tahoe, window up, do you see me?
I was just stealin' shit
New wrist, duh
Like I won't ask, "If you ain't do nothing for me"
Percs now (we gon' be okay)
Five hunnid, five hunnid for that, so don't f*ck it up, I f*cked it up
Baddest kid of the year, you can't touch us, you know that shit
We spin that Lexus like a truck, I'm sure that f*cked you up
Like, most these bad bitches be cap, but that's not new to us
It's Percs in my soda, I'm throwed, I got flown out
Percs in my soda, I'm throwed, I got flown out
Percs in my soda, Percs in my soda
(We gon' be okay)
Yeah, yeah
Five hunnid, five hunnid for that, so don't f*ck it up, I f*cked it up
Baddest kid of the year, you can't touch us, you know that shit
We spin that Lexus like a truck, I'm sure that f*cked you up
Like, most these bad bitches be cap, but that's not new to us
It's Percs in my soda, I'm throwed, I got flown out
F*ck that, lil' bitch, I'm mad wealthy and you broke now
Like, watch out for me, man, I'm sluttin' hoes out
Yeah, and I just changed my number, you can have my old one (you can have my old, old one)
I don't-I don't want the young ho, I just want the old one
I'm swervin' in that Tahoe, window up, do you see me?
I was just stealin' shit
New wrist, duh
Like I won't ask, "If you ain't do nothing for me"
Percs now (we gon' be okay)
Five hunnid, five hunnid for that, so don't f*ck it up, I f*cked it up
Baddest kid of the year, you can't touch us, you know that shit
We spin that Lexus like a truck, I'm sure that f*cked you up
Like, most these bad bitches be cap, but that's not new to us
It's Percs in my soda, I'm throwed, I got flown out
Percs in my soda, I'm throwed, I got flown out
Percs in my soda, Percs in my soda
Writer: Gunner Shepardson, William Dale Minnix III
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
LAUGHIN
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
Laughin', flexin'
Laughin' (yeah)
Why these f*ckboys bluffin'?
Yeah, I f*cked the swag up, drugs (drug)
Trap phone was ugly, why they dubbin' us?
I-I-I got hoes tryna f*ck me
Up, so I'm jumpin'
Bad bitch touch me, I get all the money (yeah)
She said she know my brother just like my brother, bitch
Spit it out like rubber, blow up, and pop the bubble
And I ain't talkin', motherf*cker, go talk to your mother
I might use a cutter, go pick up your brother, f*ck her
Lover, lover
Laughin', flexin'
Laughin' (yeah)
Why these f*ckboys bluffin'?
Yeah, I f*cked the swag up, drugs (drug)
Trap phone was ugly, why they dubbin' us?
I-I-I got hoes tryna f*ck me
Up, so I'm jumpin'
Bad bitch touch me, I get all the money (yeah)
She said she know my brother just like my brother (bitch)
Spit it out like rubber, blow up, and pop the bubble
And I ain't talkin', motherf*cker, go talk to your mother
And I ain't talkin', motherf*cker, go pick up your brother
And I ain't talkin', motherf*cker, go talk to your mother
And I ain't talkin', motherf*cker
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
Laughin', flexin'
Laughin' (yeah)
Why these f*ckboys bluffin'?
Yeah, I f*cked the swag up, drugs (drug)
Trap phone was ugly, why they dubbin' us?
I-I-I got hoes tryna f*ck me
Up, so I'm jumpin'
Bad bitch touch me, I get all the money (yeah)
She said she know my brother just like my brother, bitch
Spit it out like rubber, blow up, and pop the bubble
And I ain't talkin', motherf*cker, go talk to your mother
I might use a cutter, go pick up your brother, f*ck her
Lover, lover
Laughin', flexin'
Laughin' (yeah)
Why these f*ckboys bluffin'?
Yeah, I f*cked the swag up, drugs (drug)
Trap phone was ugly, why they dubbin' us?
I-I-I got hoes tryna f*ck me
Up, so I'm jumpin'
Bad bitch touch me, I get all the money (yeah)
She said she know my brother just like my brother (bitch)
Spit it out like rubber, blow up, and pop the bubble
And I ain't talkin', motherf*cker, go talk to your mother
And I ain't talkin', motherf*cker, go pick up your brother
And I ain't talkin', motherf*cker, go talk to your mother
And I ain't talkin', motherf*cker
Writer: Gunner Shepardson, William Dale Minnix III
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Say Please
Ain't my fault, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Swag, swag
Swag
It's hella money in the couch
Won't give you up, I love you now (f*ck)
It made me love all things about you (uh)
If we made love, would it change your outlook on me?
I like when you try on new outfits in front of me
I read from back to front, 'cause what they want from me?
I'm finna remodel the whole crib, became an architect in my sleep
And I can't talk to your bitch, it smells like artichoke when she speak
Uh, I don't gotta say please
It's hella money
I don't gotta say please
Won't give you up, I love you now
Say please (f*ck)
It made me love all things about you (I don't gotta say please)
Uh, if we made love, would it change your outlook on me?
I like when you try on new outfits in front of me (mhm)
I read from back to front, 'cause what they want from me?
I'm finna remodel the whole crib, became an architect in my sleep
It's hella money in the couch
It made me trust everything about you (yeah, f*ck)
I don't gotta say please (okay)
Bitch dumb, walk down, ah (I don't gotta say please)
I'm doin' pills, they ain't countin, I ain't countin
'Cause I ain't sell em, I just been turnt, I'm in a Tahoe
She just wanna love everything about me, -thing about me
She say "Lil Nett came with a couple hundred thousand"
She say "My buddy keep a couple hundred rounds", huh
I could care less and f*ck the press, we get them out, huh
I'm with G-Money, smokin' on a f*ckin' ounce, huh
Ain't smokin' crack, you know I ain't lyin', I ain't about it
I keep like hunnids on me, bitch, I keep that pocket full
From the Rich bottom, from the Rich they shoot
From the Rich, they shootin' up out the window with that Uzi
I can't no more, hundreds, just spend more
I don't know if I ranked up, eight hundreds on me
(Swag, swag)
Swag
It's hella money in the couch
Won't give you up, I love you now (f*ck)
It made me love all things about you (uh)
If we made love, would it change your outlook on me?
I like when you try on new outfits in front of me
I read from back to front, 'cause what they want from me?
I'm finna remodel the whole crib, became an architect in my sleep
And I can't talk to your bitch, it smells like artichoke when she speak
F*ck Swag
F*ck Swag
F*ck Swag
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Swag, swag
Swag
It's hella money in the couch
Won't give you up, I love you now (f*ck)
It made me love all things about you (uh)
If we made love, would it change your outlook on me?
I like when you try on new outfits in front of me
I read from back to front, 'cause what they want from me?
I'm finna remodel the whole crib, became an architect in my sleep
And I can't talk to your bitch, it smells like artichoke when she speak
Uh, I don't gotta say please
It's hella money
I don't gotta say please
Won't give you up, I love you now
Say please (f*ck)
It made me love all things about you (I don't gotta say please)
Uh, if we made love, would it change your outlook on me?
I like when you try on new outfits in front of me (mhm)
I read from back to front, 'cause what they want from me?
I'm finna remodel the whole crib, became an architect in my sleep
It's hella money in the couch
It made me trust everything about you (yeah, f*ck)
I don't gotta say please (okay)
Bitch dumb, walk down, ah (I don't gotta say please)
I'm doin' pills, they ain't countin, I ain't countin
'Cause I ain't sell em, I just been turnt, I'm in a Tahoe
She just wanna love everything about me, -thing about me
She say "Lil Nett came with a couple hundred thousand"
She say "My buddy keep a couple hundred rounds", huh
I could care less and f*ck the press, we get them out, huh
I'm with G-Money, smokin' on a f*ckin' ounce, huh
Ain't smokin' crack, you know I ain't lyin', I ain't about it
I keep like hunnids on me, bitch, I keep that pocket full
From the Rich bottom, from the Rich they shoot
From the Rich, they shootin' up out the window with that Uzi
I can't no more, hundreds, just spend more
I don't know if I ranked up, eight hundreds on me
(Swag, swag)
Swag
It's hella money in the couch
Won't give you up, I love you now (f*ck)
It made me love all things about you (uh)
If we made love, would it change your outlook on me?
I like when you try on new outfits in front of me
I read from back to front, 'cause what they want from me?
I'm finna remodel the whole crib, became an architect in my sleep
And I can't talk to your bitch, it smells like artichoke when she speak
F*ck Swag
F*ck Swag
F*ck Swag
Writer: Gunner Shepardson, Fredrik Willert
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Bad Ass F*cking Kid is the debut mixtape by American rapper Nettspend. It was released through Grade A Productions and Interscope Records on December 6, 2024.
Throughout 2024, Nettspend released multiple singles, although none were included on Bad Ass F*cking Kid. The single which preceded the mixtape, "F*ck Swag", was released on October 3, 2024, alongside an accompanying music video directed by Cole Bennett.
Bad Ass F*cking Kid is 15 tracks long, and is devoid of any features. Writing for The Fader, Vivian Medithi said that Bad Ass F*cking Kid was "aimed at [Nettspend's] core fans" and described it as "Live. Love. ASAP for Zoomers". Zachary Horvath of HotNewHipHop compared Nettspend's style to that of rapper Ian, and wrote that the production had "some intriguing elements." Critics highlighted Nettspend's malapropisms, and noted that the mixtape suffered from Peter Pan syndrome.
Music critic Anthony Fantano gave the mixtape a "light 2", describing it as "Auto-Tuned white noise."
-Wikipedia
Performed By:
NettspendThroughout 2024, Nettspend released multiple singles, although none were included on Bad Ass F*cking Kid. The single which preceded the mixtape, "F*ck Swag", was released on October 3, 2024, alongside an accompanying music video directed by Cole Bennett.
Bad Ass F*cking Kid is 15 tracks long, and is devoid of any features. Writing for The Fader, Vivian Medithi said that Bad Ass F*cking Kid was "aimed at [Nettspend's] core fans" and described it as "Live. Love. ASAP for Zoomers". Zachary Horvath of HotNewHipHop compared Nettspend's style to that of rapper Ian, and wrote that the production had "some intriguing elements." Critics highlighted Nettspend's malapropisms, and noted that the mixtape suffered from Peter Pan syndrome.
Music critic Anthony Fantano gave the mixtape a "light 2", describing it as "Auto-Tuned white noise."
-Wikipedia
Genre(s): Trap, mumble rap
Producer(s): 3rdup, Bhristo, Bobby Raps, Evilgiane, Kenny Beats, Methboiswag, Ok, RokOnTheTrack, Reklus1ve, Warren Hunter
Length: 31:01
Released: December 6th, 2024
Year: 2024