chekksean - punch (twenty)

Bass

Let Shi Spray

Vocals By Me
Mixed By Me
Produced By leahy
Enjoy.
Lyrics

I just smoke on doja, Hoe don't come around cause we don't know ya
Call my lil bro ask em how he holdin up, Shoot them double Ds like a soldier
I'm a codeine fiend ima pour up, Sayin she gon leave she not no one
I ain't been broke in like so long, She just want that cheese and that soho
She just want that cheese and that soho, She be on her knees that's a no go
I be in berlin just like somebros, I be countin pape you aint countin dough
I just smoke on doja, Hoe don't come around cause we don't know ya
Call my lil bro ask em how he holdin up, Shoot them double Ds like a soldier
I'm a codeine fiend ima pour up, Sayin she gon leave she not no one
I ain't been broke in like so long, She just want that cheese and that soho
She just want that cheese and that soho

#SOHO

6klled - stick (kndrck)

Produced by Kashcrew
Vocals & Lyrics by Reign
Mixed & Mastered by Reign

connect with reign : solo.to/imreigning

Lyrics :

nigga run up he in trouble
yea this chop gon pop his lil bubble 
vroom vroom, nigga on the way on the double
say we got beef?, this aint a mcdouble
you in the court, you snitched, you fuddled
im in the court, I aint have no rebuttal
yea this chop gon turn you to rubble
hollow tips hittin you, turned to a puddle
hollow tips, hittin you, turn you to smithereens
my bag too deep like a ravine
now I just sit back and laugh like a hyena 
pour up that 4 in that sprite, this not ribena
cops on my ass, I can see the high beamers
go for the break, I aint see my slime either
young nigga workin, got passion
in that trap makin shi disappear… magic
damn she wanna fuck me, thats classic
I got racks in this bitch, like im baggin, damn
she want me, got baggage 
yea in the trap work hard, athletic
ya, she want weed but she asthmatic
this bitch bad asf, she aesthetic… damn
its a real cold world out there, gotta keep that heat, damn
bro tried to run down on me, he lost his feet, damn
workin so hard in the trap, cant even eat, damn
and that nigga dont go outside, his ass a NEET, damn 

nigga run up he in trouble
yea this chop gon pop his lil bubble 
vroom vroom, nigga on the way on the double
say we got beef?, this aint a mcdouble
you in the court, you snitched, you fuddled
im in the court, I aint have no rebuttal
yea this chop gon turn you to rubble
hollow tips hittin you, turned to a puddle
hollow tips, hittin you, turn you to smithereens
my bag too deep like a ravine
now I just sit back and laugh like a hyena 
pour up that 4 in that sprite, this not ribena
cops on my ass, I can see the high beamers
go for the break, I aint see my slime either
yo ass is fake, whats yours aint even mine either
…mine either

ribena

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chekksean ⇀ yolo (prod. twentybrixk + bxllhxg)

Produced by Mahx
Vocals & Lyrics by Reign
Mixed & Mastered by Reign

connect with reign : solo.to/imreigning

Lyrics :

you niggas aint take no loss and I can tell boy
gave you a chance, you my bro but how you sell boy
556 yea these shells gon send you to hell boy
yall niggas weak, hop in that gym, yo ass to frail boy
theres a lot of niggas prayin on me, so I cant fail boy
I wake up with this chop and I raise hell dawg
“yo reign, you tryna work?” im like hell nawl
za it calms my nerves, sometimes I be trippin
you just broke my heart, im just gon admit it
all my raps is from the heart, none of this shit be written
you niggas dont give a fuck how I feel, so I keep this shit hidden
sometimes I get mad, I throw shit on the ceiling
you niggas too concerned about blowin up, nigga im tryna make a million
no kidding
and I feel the weight of the whole world on my back
sometimes I needa get it off my chest
shout out my mom, I caused her some stress
sometimes I cant even carry my tec
sometimes I cant even go to sleep, rest
money come in this bitch imma flex
556 gon hit yo lil back
“reign, how you gon do it?
put in pain, aint nun to it
smokin za, numbs the pain, gettin through it
nigga im real, I speak it fluent
outside damn, keepin this toolie 
nigga run down, boy you a fooly
556 hit you like dualies 
if you run down, nigga you a goofy

you niggas aint take no loss and I can tell boy
gave you a chance, you my bro but how you sell boy
556 yea these shells gon send you to hell boy
yall niggas weak, hop in that gym, yo ass to frail boy
theres a lot of niggas prayin on me, so I cant fail boy
I wake up with this chop and I raise hell boy

Let Shi Spray

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