Mates

Watch the music video - https://youtu.be/-ME2XFuXbZ4 Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/artist/1LDwZwn3UTN9V4r1SVG55u Apple - https://music.apple.com/us/artist/toomuchmates/1335203302 Produced by YMDO Engineered by J Dibbz Mixed & Mastered by Silva Slimz

Produced by ZEL Engineer, Mix, and Master 1 by Silva Slimz Master 2 by Gage Lane Written by Jeremy Matras

Written by: Jeremy Matras Produced by: @bruskiii_ky Recorded & Mixed by: Silva Slimz Mastered by: Silva Slimz & @producergage

Watch the music video: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCh8wnhV9KhVpHUP7cQBtp9w Produced by Bruskiii Ky Mixed by Silva Slimz Mastered by Gage Lane Out now on all platforms

Watch the Music Video - https://youtu.be/QcqARUc6DjU Written by: Jeremy Matras & Anastasia Antoniou Produced by: YK The Plug Engineered by: J Dibbz & Silva Slimz Mixed & Mastered by: Silva Slimz Recorded at Studio36Five in East London, UK (YKThePlug) (Ugh, uh huh, yuh) (Uh huh, yuh, aye) Uh huh Ain’t nobody finna little bro me This ain’t Malcolm in the middle Flow icicle Last year got myself in a pickle Mates the goat she say ditto I swear to god I travel more than a fucking double dribble In the D they call me Jay In LA they call me guero Out in London I just had a kiddo I’ll be back in a little With a few racks in the middle Had’a run it up one time one time Like a mothafuckin’ sicko Smoke white widow Beat the pussy up so good Goddamn I’ma turn her to a cripple Ain’t no way to be civil That make my dick shrivel Make me giggle hahah Fuck that, fuck that Dump that, buss back Wanna know a fun fact? I ain’t the one I put that on the gang Tummy tuck that Fuck rap, I’m back Wanna know a fun fact? I was on lock but now I’m out the cage Pop one, take one If I wake up I’m gone shake sum Boy I’m back at it like oh what a shame Fuck boy say some For’ I play dumb When my day comes I’ma have to take this shit to grave Ayo Mates I flip the bag, I make it rain Here’s a fun fact I like my niggas packing with a mac I like my niggas stacking them racks I showed him my tax brack’ Now he wanna hit it from the back Splishidy splash On this gnash Pass me the cash It’s the playgirl Fuck up his world Tongue flick this pearl Straight after sex I’ma leave him on read From London straight to the D Repping H.A. like I should be Fuck that, fuck that Fuck boys always cap Fuck that, fuck that Dump that, buss back Wanna know a fun fact? I ain’t the one I put that on the gang Tummy tuck that Fuck rap, I’m back Wanna know a fun fact? I was on lock but now I’m out the cage Pop one, take one If I wake up I’m gone shake sum Boy I’m back at it like oh what a shame Fuck boy say some For’ I play dumb When my day comes I’ma have to take this shit to grave

Stream & Buy Merch: https://linktr.ee/toomuchmates The second studio album by Mates - TMNE VOL. 1 Recorded in Detroit, Michigan with Gage Lane (with the exception of Track # 10)

Stream & Buy Merch: https://linktr.ee/toomuchmates The second studio album by Mates - TMNE VOL. 1 Recorded in Detroit, Michigan with Gage Lane (with the exception of Track # 10)

Stream & Buy Merch: https://linktr.ee/toomuchmates The second studio album by Mates - TMNE VOL. 1 Recorded in Detroit, Michigan with Gage Lane (with the exception of Track # 10)

Stream & Buy Merch: https://linktr.ee/toomuchmates The second studio album by Mates - TMNE VOL. 1 Recorded in Detroit, Michigan with Gage Lane (with the exception of Track # 10)

Stream & Buy Merch: https://linktr.ee/toomuchmates The second studio album by Mates - TMNE VOL. 1 Recorded in Detroit, Michigan with Gage Lane (with the exception of Track # 10)

Stream & Buy Merch: https://linktr.ee/toomuchmates The second studio album by Mates - TMNE VOL. 1 Recorded in Detroit, Michigan with Gage Lane (with the exception of Track # 10)

Stream & Buy Merch: https://linktr.ee/toomuchmates The second studio album by Mates - TMNE VOL. 1 Recorded in Detroit, Michigan with Gage Lane (with the exception of Track # 10)

Stream & Buy Merch: https://linktr.ee/toomuchmates The second studio album by Mates - TMNE VOL. 1 Recorded in Detroit, Michigan with Gage Lane (with the exception of Track # 10)

Prod. milanmadeit Written by: Jeremy Joseph Matras Uh-huh, yuh Aye Mates, how much do you crush? They like Aye Mates, how much do you crush, huh? Uh-huh, uh-huh, huh, yuh Aye Yay, how much do you crush? I'm like, too much I hit that bitch just because uh-huh (Just because) Aye Mates, you tryna' fall in love? I'm like, for what? Bitch I got money n' plugs uh-huh (I'm plugged) Aye Mates, you need'a quit them blunts I'm like, for what? Bitch I do what I does uh-huh (It's what I does) Aye Mates, you being extra doing Way too much, that boy doing too much uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh he mad as hell you need a hug? (You do) Boy you my son on fathers I'ma need'a mug (Please) Nah-uh, nah-uh, pussy you can't dap me up (Scrub) Awe shucks shawty telling me she hate my guts (She does) Eenie, meenie, miny, moe I catch a fuck boy by his toes huh Talkin' on my name? Careful you gettin' exposed bruh I be sippin' all up on that Pacifico like soda Hit my mothafuckin' wood too hard you in a coma Ain't nobody do it like me doe aye I got a bittie she like to deepthroat aye She tellin' me that she fuck wit' me doe aye Cuz' I be coming out'a the D doe aye Red or the blue pill? Ugh Tell me how you wanna feel, ugh I wrote a new will, ugh I cut a new deal, ugh (Bitch) Cuz' it's motherfuckin' Shark Tank (Bitch) Moved out to Los Angeles and hopped up in the shark tank I make it look effortless, effortless Floatin' George Jefferson, ugh And I'm finna text yo bitch and send her what this address is Too much, I don't give two fucks I'm like pussy do sum Hold-up he won't do none, nah-uh (He won't) Too much, I don't give two fuh I'm like pussy do sum Hold-up he won't do none, nah-uh SPOTIFY - https://open.spotify.com/album/6Sxs7CRaesI0L6eM8GHnXJ?si=86dYqOdyTnS3s2O0-o4uKg APPLE - https://music.apple.com/us/album/way-too-much/1508452425?i=1508452426

SPOTIFY - https://open.spotify.com/track/78XsbbpGwlU2j0w9Fc2ngG APPLE MUSIC - https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-just-took-a-tab/1504030940?i=1504030942 LYRICS: Roll me up just po’ me up my baby Lately I’ve been feeling kinda wavy (Aiy, aiy) I tell my baby I just took a tab I’m feeling wavy I don’t wanna trip off waiting Baby we ain’t eighteen Ain’t eighteen, we 23 All my dreams in front of me Loves a drug she’s plugged with me Get if for the low shawty fuck with me But if anybody asks it wasn’t me Yo boyfriend looks up to me Shawty wanna come and keep me company I could use a little bit more trust in me You 23 and stuck on me Baby walked in shades dark venti frap’ (Frappuccino) Crop top gym hoodie just to see her tats Peanut butter Louis bag tree wrapped to match We ain’t sipping out the straw don’t tell Starbucks that (Comfy) And I met her at the club where they dance for cash (Money) Shawty like my vintage plaid patterned polo slacks (Dripping) She want me to drive the boat while she shake that ass And I did it one hand like an Odell catch And now she telling me What kinda love you selling me Is this the same shit you gave to Melanie I don’t wanna come down lord help me breathe Help me please lord help me breathe I used to pull keys and explain to her what’s a bean (Molly) Now we don’t wave at each other like when we see I used to be cold, alone, and empty Then I put rose gold on my bottom 6 teeth Aye all my all my life I just don’t feel right Roll me something po’ me something baby Lately I’ve been feeling kinda hazy All my all my life I just don’t feel right Roll me up just po’ me up my baby Lately I’ve been feelin kinda wavy Baby I just took a tab I’m feeling wavy I don’t wanna trip off waiting Baby we ain’t eighteen Ain’t eighteen we 23 All my dreams in front of me Loves a drug she’s plugged with me Get if for the low shawty fuck with me But if anybody asks it wasn’t me All my all my life I just don’t feel right

MUSIC VIDEO - youtube.com/toomuchmates SPOTIFY - https://open.spotify.com/album/6eogxDEZPrT4jrPvvE3uOj APPLE MUSIC - https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-love-you-is-getting-harder-to-say-single/1488537723 Produced by: @CRCL WRITTEN BY MATES Mom and daddy passed out inside the living room One more fight I ain't really tryna' get into One more fight I don't think it's gonna hurt nobody Pop another bar I might even say Sorry Imani I told you I'm sorry I'm moving out to Cali' So please don't text me, I I'm just tryna' be somebody And I don't wanna volley So please don't tempt me I hate this fucking cycle It's so fucking vicious I've grown up and grown out of your love And, baby ya know what I just can't rid of you I'm so fucking sick of you I'm thinking I need a little something that'll take it away Away I hate the way That you make me feel I love you's getting harder to say My baby ain't my bae When the way I feel Promises getting easy to break My bae I'd hate to flake But the way I feel I love you's getting harder to say My baby ain't my bae and I just (Yah) I can't fucking take it If I stay here One more night That's fucking right I'm going out with a bang I can't fill in that blank Where I wrote your name Shawty don't you know I love you More than anything else in this fucked up world You my girl Fucked up Now my life's fucked up Now my life's fucked up Now my life's fucked up I fall asleep To you at night I think about it I need to let this shit go, I need to I think I need to let this shit go, I I need a little something that'll take it away Away I hate the way That you make me feel I love you's getting harder to say My baby ain't my bae When the way I feel Promises getting easy to break My bae I'd hate to flake But the way I feel I love you's getting harder to say My baby ain't my bae and I just SPOTIFY - https://open.spotify.com/artist/73TzR53wPxCuhb6qgLlLrZ APPLE - https://music.apple.com/us/artist/mates/1335203302 INSTAGRAM - https://www.instagram.com/toomuchmates/ TWITTER - https://twitter.com/toomuchmates SNAP - yaboyjer AUDIO: Recording & Mixing Engineer - Gage Lane Mastering Engineer - Adam Lewis All Inquiries - [email protected]

Music Video - https://youtu.be/Pw-3KnXSO-8 Written by Mates - I love you this much I hate you this much I gave you too much Not enough, it’s not enough I’d die for the rush See I don’t know what I want Our love is a drug I’m coming down so undone I love you this much I hate you this much I gave you too much Not enough, it’s not enough I’d die for the rush See I don’t know what I want Our love is a drug I’m coming down so undone I said I’m innocent like Pauly But when I’m with Shawty I feel like Sam and Ronnie Baby I’m sorry You movin’ on like Ari’ I get to mack-in’ These hoes like matches Fuck my love’s sarcastic Fuck my life girl have it I don’t wanna make you feel bad It’s got me so fucked-up-yeah My Shawty know she be the baddest Sex with you is a habit Roll my dope it’s a habit Baby I can do magic Shrooms, Addie, Molly, we trippin’ the acid 16th seed, bust a bracket You so fuckin’ dramatic Why you taking me for granted? Light my wood and then you ash it (Why) Forever, ever, ever in the mood Forever, ever, ever me and you Bust it down and split it into two I hope you know I love you this much I hate you this much I gave you too much Not enough, it’s not enough I’d die for the rush See I don’t know what I want Our love is a drug I’m coming down so undone I love you this much I hate you this much I gave you too much Not enough, it’s not enough I’d die for the rush See I don’t know what I want Our love is a drug I’m coming down so undone I, I love you this much Fuckin’ hate you this much I gave you too much Not enough, it’s not enough I’d die for the rush See I don’t know what I want Our love is a drug I’m coming down so undone I love you this much, and I hate you this much, and I... SPOTIFY - https://open.spotify.com/artist/73TzR53wPxCuhb6qgLlLrZ APPLE - https://music.apple.com/us/artist/mates/1335203302 INSTAGRAM - https://www.instagram.com/toomuchmates/ TWITTER - https://twitter.com/toomuchmates SNAP - yaboyjer AUDIO: Producer - Wrain Recording & Mixing Engineer - Gage Lane Mastering Engineer - Brian Foarde Inquiries - [email protected]

R.I.P. SUMMER 2019 get high to this while you watch the sunset https://linktr.ee/toomuchmates Produced by Matt Kolb

Prod. Matt Kolb LYRICS: Uh-huh Ay Uh-huh When I met her had Shawty looking at me like uh-huh On my drip Tryna' have my kids Now she looking at me like nah-uh Talking to him Shawty got me pissed I don’t wanna hold no grudge but Feelings mixed Friends with benefits Shawty I just wanna know wassup Making me sick, need medicine I I’ve been rolling, rolling She’s just how I’m coping With how you cut me open Now I don’t really know if It’s best just to forget I'm feeling mixed emotions My love you've been toting Just cock it back and pull it Know where to find me All of it reminds me I still ain’t met nobody like you, like ooh, like ooh Don’t know if I’d be Better off but I think I still ain’t met nobody like you, like ooh, like ooh I I’ve been rolling, rolling She’s just how I’m coping With how you cut me open Now I don’t really know if It’s best just to forget I'm feeling mixed emotions (Uh-huh) My love, you've been toting (Yuh) Just cock it back and pull it (Uh-huh) Calling, calling Shawty why you ain’t picking up when I been calling? I’ve been, drawing Conclusions I know that we ain’t really talking I’ve been, falling To pieces ain’t nobody picking up all them I feel like I can't Get away from it I gotta go and take my mind Off my baby And I swear lately It’s on my daily agenda feeling like losing my It’s prison I'ma do my time I hate that Hate that Everything I wanna take back Break that Don’t know who to aim at, just bang that Bang that I I’ve been rolling, rolling She’s just how I’m coping With how you cut me open Now I don’t really know if It’s best just to forget I'm feeling mixed emotions My love you've been toting Just cock it back and pull it Know where to find me All of it reminds me I still ain’t met nobody like you, like ooh, like ooh Don’t know if I’d be Better off but I think I still ain’t met nobody like you, like ooh, like ooh Know where to find me All of it reminds me I still ain’t met nobody like you, like ooh, like ooh Don’t know if I’d be Better off but I think I still ain’t met nobody like you, like ooh, like ooh

Official Music Video - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gSF8fxuaUU0&list=PLlA8so-iZvUWG6QYYx5li5TifFZFLA-gN&index=9&t=0s Feat. @persiagrai Prod. @crclxx (Uh-huh, ay baby come here real quick lemme' talk to you) (Yeah) Uh-yuh-yuh-yuh Uh-huh Yuh (Fuck out of here bitch) Ay shawty wassup, wassup? (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Ay, ay Shawty you my type Will you please ruin my life? I put Henny' in your cup and give your Instagram a like (I will) I'll give your picture a like (Uh) I'll give your Tinder a swipe (Uh) She don't suck dick it's a left (Uh-huh) She give me top it's a right, yikes Asian bitch, white rice My Latina nice spice (Uh-huh) Put that Caucasian up her nose 'cause she like white (She like it) (Yuh) I think I might wife Bust it down, night night Thought my ex was the one Then my life was like psych Fuck, that's wassup I'ma Off White Pimp in the cut That's wassup I'ma Off White Pimp in the cut That's wassup I'ma Off White Pimp in the cut That's wassup I got plenty what you want? Pussy why you talk shit? (Why) Yo breath stank need'a quit smokin' them cigs' Get you a mint (Uh) I put my kids on her lip, she talk with a lisp Just like this (Uh) Don't get that shit on my fit, or you gotta dip Call her a Lyft (Uh) I'ma fuckin' Off White Pimp in the cut (Uh-huh) God I hate my life it sucks (I do) I got bitches, I got plugs I'm like damn this shit is rough (Goddamn) Wanna fuck me? Aw-shucks Say your boyfriend is a cuck? (He is) You offended by that too much not enough? Pussy, I don't really give no Fuck, that's wassup I'ma Off White Pimp in the cut That's wassup I'ma Off White Pimp in the cut That's wassup I'ma Off White Pimp in the cut That's wassup I got plenty what you want? Writing these songs Righting my wrongs Easy for me 'cause I’m right when I’m wrong (Uh-huh) Leave me alone you see I’m in my zone Everything I’ve done I did on my own I hate to wait, and I don’t got time for the flakes Over presidents I don’t debate Shawty want the cake I wanna get to this cake If you ain’t with that then you baked Ya-y’all be high, I be lit Now my soul dark as my bitch I need space She tryna' take it together? Bitch we are not Morty and Rick (Bitch) You’d think she was two different sides of a jacket The way that this bitch tryna' get to a zip (Uh-huh) She don’t wanna wait but I gave her a tip She wanna hit from the Off White Pimp And I wanna Fuck, that's wassup I'ma Off White Pimp in the cut That's wassup I'ma Off White Pimp in the cut That's wassup I'ma Off White Pimp in the cut That's wassup I got plenty what you want?

Produced by: Sound Star (LYRICS) (Intro - Mates) Tell a bitch I'm wit' gang, bitch I bang Too much not enough I put it on my chain Too much not enough I'm bouta' hit a stain Pull up in the city got me lookin' like yay' Off white pimp walk-in cocaine okay You burn while I sit up in the shade Made a lot of waves, gotta make it rage Fine china on my floor now I'm bouta' make it break (Hook - Trap Toni) I, I fly away away I, I'm high again today I, try to stay awake I, I'll find a-way a-way Yeah I, I fly away away I'm high, I'm high again today I try, I try to stay awake I'll find, I'll find a-way a-way (Verse 1 - Trap Toni) Trap Toni Mates I, pop me an addie' I feel like an addict I'm, high Empty my clip it's a full automatic My, rhymes Don't be dramatic my shit wreaking havoc A-live I thank the lord for my life it's a blessing I'm, blessed Really really blessed I'm doing fine Rollie' rollie' rollie' take my time Smoking holy moly I'm on fire Light it up and I get high I feel like (Hook - Trap Toni) I, I fly away away I'm high, I'm high again today I try, I try to stay awake I'll find, I'll find a-way a-way (Verse 2 - Mates) Okay I fly away away Hold-up no I'm not okay Off white looking like cocaine Stressing me you need Rogaine I'm M-I-A to L-A Look at my side bitch look at yo main I hit it once and then I did the race I know that she just want me for the bank (uh-huh) She just want me for my chips I can't rate yo bitch, but if I did That's like a four out of ten Take that shit as a compliment If you don't fuck with my fit I might throw a fit, too much in this bitch If it's sick, I don't need no medicine Baby come write me a script (yuh) I got my price up so why you wanna fuck my night up I'm way too high'd up, can't open up my fuckin' eyes bruh Tell yo girl tighten up, oh my god they look at me strange I tell that hoe to remember my name But she look at me with fangs-say that (Hook - Trap Toni & Mates) I, I fly away away I, I, I'm getting high again today I, I try to stay awake (I'll find a-way a-way) I, I'll find a-way a-way I, I fly away away

Prod. Finesse LYRICS Intro: Trap Toni in this Chorus (Trap Toni) I got no problems, I don't I ain't solvin' shit, get a pack and make it flip-flip Don't want no problems, I don't Trap Toni in this bitch and I'm out here for revenge For revenge, for revenge Out for revenge, for revenge I be that off white pimp in the benz'-yeah Out for revenge - out for revenge I'm for revenge - I'm for revenge You been talkin' all that shit but where you been But where you been Verse (Mates) I don't want no problems Aw-aw-off white pimp Ever since Like 2006 Abercrombie with the Fitch All for the drip Now it's too much on my fit Not enough I get it rinsed Bitch I'm a prince I'ma pull up in a fridge I want revenge I'm in a benz' Go tell your mans' I'm not breakin' no bread Go tell your mans' I'm not makin' amends Go tell your mans' that his girls in my bed I hit it once and I leave it on read We breakin' up like I'm talkin' on Sprint She say that I be the coldest I tell that hoe that I feel like the Grinch Oh you want revenge huh Oh you want me dead huh If she don't get this dick She gone throw a tantrum Oh you big mad huh Mates pull yo pants up Fuck up out my mentions Rappers is my grandsons Bridge (Trap Toni & Mates) You don't want no problems You don't want no, nah You don't want no, no Oh no you don't want no problems You don't want no You don't want no Verse 2 (Trap Toni) Ayy, sippin' on a fresh brew Goddamn Toni flows impress you Toni-Mates the best duo Puffin' on smoke Roll me a fattie and hop on the rove' Florida to cali' bitch I'm on the road Out in Switzerland they love me Michigang you already know I'm on the road And I'm coastin', I'm coastin' Like I'm Michelin, you already know bitch I am the coldest Puffin' this spliff again This shit is potent, it's potent' Rappers they givin' in When Toni and Mates on a track it's a given hit Hook (Trap Toni) I got no problems, I don't I ain't solvin' shit, get a pack and make it flip-flip Don't want no problems, I don't Trap Toni in this bitch and I'm out here for revenge For revenge - for revenge Out for revenge - for revenge I be that off white pimp in the benz' Out for revenge - for revenge I'm for revenge - for revenge You been talkin' all that shit but where you been huh

Watch the Music Video - https://stream.toomuchmates.com/link/da2ek2 Lyrics: All I feel like I'm a wick And my time is like a lighter Flick flick till' I drip Candle wax all on your cake gone make a wish I'ma, I'll listen, I'll listen Even though it wanna make me Vincent Vangho myself in your kitchen Drippin' all over your dishes Fine china on the floor got too much on your plate Break Break Piece it back together ain't no dinner on the table And we haven't ate I can't feel my face I'm numb to this I've been numb for days and days and days I'm dozing off while I'm waking Up tomorrow I'm famous Diamonds flooding my chain like dopamine in your brain Gone take a drag of my patience I've been dragging my feet wearing out my soul on that Pavement I'm fading away to heal it Forreal it's a wonderful feelin' you're one to fulfill it At 5 in the morning corella devil in the cut Gotta 101 why nobody like you give a Fuck bout' a kid like me I don't give a fuck bout' a kid like you Kool-Aid stain on my same white tee Man I couldn't get it out I kept running it through I don't know what to do when it's coming out red Got no dough but you wanna break bread Cover my ears but I heard what you said That you gone give it up But you couldn't give it up no not for lent so content Clean your room and make your bed Know you living in the past working hard to cover rent And fall asleep Tossing and turn in your sheets Preach, wake up and make it repeat Two weeks that you go for it's nothing unique So deep, take a look around all I see is Pall Malls in my walls Palm trees in my dro In my lungs In my clothes Boy that's my Aqua Di Gio You spray armani on my coat Dap my neck and I dap my throat I know nah you don't gotta raise your tone I'm here you feel alone We flicking ashes on the ceiling can't nobody get as high as us Feeling starts to fade it's peace and quiet till' you dial me up My hotline blings but that dial tone rings Man this happens every night so yesterday's all it reminds me of I'm tryna come to grips On my ears callouses Won't you close the fucking windows cuz the neighbors They don't wanna hear this shit Nah they don't wanna hear this shit Nah they don't wanna hear this shit Nah they don't wanna hear this shit No Prod. @Trashcat SoundCloud: @trashcat420 Instagram: www.instagram.com/trashcat420/ Twitter: twitter.com/Trashcat420

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