[Intro] AC muafucka…haan. Okay. Ain’t nobody fuckin’ wit’ my Clique…Clique. Ain’t nobody doper than my muafuckin’ Clique…Clique. Ain’t nobody flexin like my muafuckin’ Clique…Clique..Clique. And all these bad bitches man they want the ugh, they want the ugh, they want the ugh, they wanna fuck us. [1st Verse - ¢Dev] Goin’ rollin’ smokin’ potent/Got yo bitch she on me chokin’/All my dudes be highly on it/Pilot flyin’, always coastin’/TiLLtin’ bottles, over-flowin/ You know I stay wit’ the Bo and poin’ up/Jolly Rancher Sprite in a Styrofoam cup/Mixin’ trippy shit, got ya bitch she on my nuts/Rollin’ up my blunts but don’t even hit it once/Shades on my eyes ‘cause Ion’t wanna see ya fronts/Screw fame faggots ya’ll nothing compared to us/ Authentic Collective, scream it till my lungs bust/Get to the back of the line, just know that we gon’ fuss/Higher than a mountain call Mount Everust/Heaven that’s how far I go up/ Like the Twin Towers on 911 I blow up/Run up and stuck up like a white bitch wit’ her nose up/MJ fein, I’m smokin’ weed ‘tiLL I float up/A pot-headed killer, get us pissed we will come bust/Fuck all that talkin’ and walkin’ like ya hard or somethin’/AC we are like concrete, won’t crack but go hard on ‘em [Hook – Me] Ain’t nobody fuckin’ wit’ my Clique, Cique, Clique, Clique, Clique/Ain’t nobody doper than my muafuckin’ Clique, Clique, Clique, Clique, Clique/Ain’t nobody flexin’ like my muafuckin’ Clique, Clique, Clique, Clique, Clique/And all these bad bitches man they want the (UGH), the want the (UGH), they want the (UGH), they wanna fuck us. [2nd Verse – Unknown] AC is the iLLest/Nobody is fuckin’ wit’ us/You comin’ to talk shit? The dirt is where ya be livin’/I’m comin’ to make a kiLLin/Fuck you and ya niggas feelings/Leavin’ these niggas reelin’/Sins on the track unforgiven/They callin’ my flow forbidden/I’m eatin’ rapper for dinner/They say that my flow gold and the trucks I’m skatin’ are Silver/This is the 2nd verse, the next verse is a filla/No Michael Jackson, this EP is a ThriLLa/Rappin’ wit iLL Co$by and ain’t nobody iLLer/Call me the mailman, punch-lines delivered/Murdered the fuckin’ track and Unknown is the kiLLa/Said murdered the fuckin’ track and Unknown is the kiLLa [Hook] [3rd Verse – iLL Co$by] Ahhh, Unknown you a asshole bruh. AC is the dopest/Other niggas are hopeless/Ya team ain’t winnin’ ya prolly need some new coaches/Pickin’ off these opponents you better watch out for Snipers/You know that I be spittin’ that fire up in a cypher/I’ve always been the best but I’m striving for perfection/I’m so fuckin’ raw like Ion’t ever use protection/Before I keep goin I just gotta ask a question/Who in the game is fuckin’ wit’ Authentic Collective/You know we at the top, we don’t need iLLumanti/These rappers say they skate I’m like nigga do an Ollie/I know some niggas that’ll send shots thru ya body/Attend ya funeral and sit right next to mommy/Now Ion’t even have to tell you if that shits true/Niggas tryna claim that Iono people with pistols/They tryna tell me Iono people that carry glocks/My niggas goin’ in for the kiLL like Harry Fraud/Uggghhhh, had to make a lil noise for ya earlobes/AC! This is our fuckin year bro/These so called “rap dudes” they weirdos/My punch-lines have niggas speechless like they Zero/HAAAA, did anybody get that?/I ain’t wit’ the chit-chait/ I spit raps wit’ impact/Get back or get smacked/Dick out bitch lick that/Fuck Swag I meant that/I eat rappers like Kit-Kats/The shit I been that/My shit slaps, yo shits wack/ My shit bang like Click Clack/I ain’t neva sold that crinack/My pockets fat they need Slim Fast/Got a whole tank cuz I spit gass/I’m fresher than the breath of a nigga who's poppin Tic-Tacs/Uh AC we the releast/iLL Co$by I’m the iLLest/In Addresses I told you that I told you that I’d be makin’ kiLLings so I took this beat and I kiLLed it fuckin’ wit’ my Clique/Ain’t nobody doper than my muafuckin Clique/Ain’t nobody flexin’ like a muafuckin Clique/And all these bad bitches man they want the (UGH, they want the (UGH), they want the (UGH), they wanna fuck us/AC nigga

Okay I wake up in the mornin’, hop up in the shower/After I get out, I call my friends, let’s go skate in a hour/I’m stiLL in my towel but I’m checkin’ Twitter/Then my moms calls me downstairs for some breakfast nigga/Peanut Butter Pancakes, sugar on the top/My mom said gave me a warnin’ like: “Watch out son it’s hot!”/So I ran back upstairs, eat that shit then check my phone/My nigga Ace is callin’ tryna see if I am home/I pick up the phone like: “what’s good bruh? Bruh what’s poppin?”/He’s like “Mayne I’m tryna skate every where around Pocket.”/I’m like: “Aye that’s coo.” Hung up the phone and got dressed/But I before I left I clean my room because this shit’s a mess/Now I’m headed down the block, kick push on my board/I’m boutta meet up wit all my niggas they at the store/Jaevon, Breion, Fucker maybe Pudge/I hit my nigga Maze like: “What’s goodie wit some drugs”/5 minutes later, look who’s here oh it’s Myron/We all get high then we start freestylin/We all are super lit and you know we got the munchies/So we dip out to the Lighthouse best food in the country/We stay there for the longest cuz we don’t wanna leave/My fuckin phone is ringing, my mom is callin me/I pick up the phone she’s like “Aye where you at?”/I tell here where I’m at and she’s like: “it’s time to start headin’ back/So I give my friends some dap then I go back to my crib/Now that I am back I’m ‘bout to eat hella shit/I’m tired as fuck so I’m boutta go to sleep/Cuz tomorrow we gon do it again/Cruisin’ wit me BOW!

[Intro] VanzAMakeHerDance…VanzAMakeHerDance…VanzAMakeHerDance…VanzAMakeHerDance…VanzAMakeHerDance…VanzAMakeHerDance…VanzAMakeHerDance… [Hook] VanzAMakeHerDance, VanzAMakeHerDance/All these niggas rockin’ Jordan’s, I’m just rockin Vans/VanzAMakeHerDance VanzAMakeHerDance/If yo ass cakey, twerk it on my pants/VanzAMakeHerDance VanzAMakeHerDance/ All these niggas rockin’ Jordan’s, I’m just rockin Vans/VanzAMakeHerDance VanzAMakeHerDance/If yo ass cakey, twerk it on my pants [1st Verse] Uh, twerk somethin’ if ya ass fat/Ain’t got no bandz so don’t ask me where the cash at/Just make yo ass clap for a young rap cat/Then let me smash that while wearin’ a strapback/On the top of my dome piece/You niggas actin like Police/Cuffin’ the same bitches that be fuckin all of yo homies/I’m like what the fuck you doin, worry ‘bout yo bank/You say no to White bitches, iLL Co$by cayn’t/I’m just goin’ hard in the paint/Do shit these other dudes ain’t/Bitch I got like a full tank/Aimin’ for that number one rank/I’m the shit I know that I stank/In them 2 cups is that drank/I could make a bad bitch faint/While yo bitch total is blank nigga [Hook] [2nd Verse] I like a bitch with cakes and a thin waist/Thinkin’ that I’m hot now? Wait ‘tiLL I drop a mixtape/Fishy bitches swimmin’ ‘round me like my dick’s bait/She tongue kiss my Eiffel Tower, that’s a French date/What’s yo real name? And not yo Twitter name/Twerk somethin’ pop that pussy for my niggas mayne/VanzAMakeHerDance but I could make her cum/Smokin’ all this weed I’ma need a new pair lungs/Smokin like lift off/My blunts fatter than Rick Ross/My shits hard, yo shits soft/Fuck around and get picked off/Picked on I’ma fuckin bully/I eat the pussy like a bunch of cookies/I’m tall as fuck you lil niggas Snookie [Hook] [3rd Verse] Up in this shit with a bunch of bad bitches/I’m rollin’ this weed with a bunch of my niggas/I’m gettin’ it crackin’, all these hoes clappin’/Ain’t talkin’ ‘bout hands, I’m just talkin’ ‘bout asses/I’m gassin’ the fastest you rappers is faggots/I’m kiLLin’ you first, choppin’ you up, then tossin’ ya body down to all my maggots/You gotta be stupid if you think you swaggin’/I’m flexin wit my niggas up in my Clique/If yo ass fat then go dance on my dick/Don’t ask me shit I’m not givin’ you nothin’/I came here with skaters we all tryna function/ She rockin’ some Timbs and I’m ballin’ like Duncan/My eyes is real low cuz I’m smokin’ on somethin’/You smokin’ on nothin’ while I’m steady puffin’/Uh all of these bitches they movin’ and twerkin’/Flexible like they work in circus/My first name is iLL, that’s means I’m real sick, all of these bitches they all are my nurses/Shakin’ that ass, she shakin’ that ass/She all on my dick ‘cause she know that I rap/Ridin’ around with some hoes in back/I’m rollin’ a sack this smoking this grass [Hook]

It’s iLL Co$by You BITCH! [Hook] Niggas wanna hate, I ain’t even trippin’/I’ma stiLL count gwuap, money’s what I’m gettin’/All these niggas bitches and they stay bitchin’/But I could care less where you lil niggas sittin’/Ion’t ever lose, yeah I stay winnin’/You could catch me with a smile, yeah I stay grinnin’/All these niggas bitchin’, actin’ like some women/But I could care less how you other niggas livin’, livin’, livin’, livin’ [1st Verse] Uh when I was young I fantasized/About gettin’ money, girls and havin’ rides/I thought to myself: “damn, that’s the life”/Story of my life and this is Chapter 5/Recognition that/ I could make it spittin’ raps and rippin’ tracks/If I ever lost money, I could get it back/And I could kiLL of these aliens, Men In Black/Uh, the aliens are my competition/If you wanna hear my struggle, you just gotta listen/I’m thinkin’ if I want a lot women/ I gotta get a composition and fiLL it with lines as hot as kitchens/Ain’t no time for slippin’/Always had a pot to piss in, I was never broke/But I’ve had some times in my life that’s unforgettable/There’s a chance if you listen to my music you prolly will get addicted ‘cause everything I spits hella dope/That’s the realist shit I ever wrote/Ever spoke the realist shit you wiLL ever quote bitch [Hook] [2nd Verse] This is the best beat that I’ve ever made/Flexin’ on niggas who bullied me in the Seventh grade/Ha, I’m just tryna get hella paid/So I could laugh at niggas while sippin’ lemonade/Yeah, at my muafuckin mansion/Try to knock me down all you want, I’m stiLL standin’/I came here to patch the game up, bandage/And paint a picture of my life no canvas/Usin’ the mic as my paintbrush/There’s a lot of people I cayn’t trust/Some niggas only rappin to make bucks/I do it ‘cause I love it but it would be tight to bank up/You fake niggs is clowns wearin’ make-up/Famous I want to be that/I’m gettin’ faded when I make it, where’s the weed at?/UntiLL then, I’ma just relax/Make the best beats and spit these crazy raps nigga [Hook x2] [Outro Words] Look man. Ion’t give a fuck what you other nigga’s doin. I’m focused on what I’m doin. I’m focused on what, me and my team is doin’ right now. Fuck what did. It’s all about what you doin’ currently. All you niggas is too funny bruh. It’s iLL Co$by You BITCH!

iLL Co$by You BITCH! [1st Verse] T.H.U.G.L.I.F.E. nigga, WestSide ‘tiLL I die/UntiLL my body in dirt and I’m sittin’ in the sky/Claimin’ to be a better lyricist, you a lie/All I do is go H.A.M. (ham) you a Jewish guy/Oh who am I? I’m that nigga kiLLin’ beats/I’m that nigga that got all these other rapper feelin’ weak/Stop actin’ like you’s an animal ‘cause I been a beast/Bow down to a king and accept defeat nigga [2nd Verse] Uh, uh, uh, I am the best, I am the best/I get on this track and I rape & molest/As you can see I’m not talking ‘bout sex/I’m talkin’ ‘bout beatin’ this beat to the death/Reppin’ the West, that’s Flex Coast bitch/You can stop now I got best flow bitch/Tryna get bread like ducks, head low bitch/The Crown was mine from the get go bitch/My Castle’s Crystal that’s techno bitch/Got unlimited bars no Ecko bitch/Got the muthafuckin’ rap game under my arm in a chokehold and I ain’t gon let bitch/Pop a piLL, dance ‘tiLL your dead/I’m tryna get miLLs, you can call me tread/I could run circles around you with no legs/Fuck around it’s off witcha head Co$by