prod. prse + kococooks + solitude - 150 bpm

Ayo pass the wood man
Solitude made this shit right here nigga

Koco you cooked

Walking out the store with the tags
Running up these bags
I-If we got an issue i’m just pulling out these tags
I’m a hot bitch yeah
Yeah I got some good racks
Yeah I got some good ass
I’m just buying shit in mass

Uh, bend that bad bitch over
Put it in and smack her ass
Yeah, 60 round 100 round aiming at your head
Headshot Glock gon’ leave him dead ha
That’s a dead opp talking to the feds yeah

Oh, and that bitch she want me back
But I don’t want her, want that neck
Once I get it I’ma dip
She like why you all on shit?
Because I don’t need you bitch
I was here all by myself
I never stress I pop an X
I’m off a X

That bitch in love
Peel off in that Vette okay
I’ll catch a dub
I just want the neck okay, yeah
I’ve been posted in the rain
This that Glock that got the aim
I love my choppa got the range
Knock him off cause’ he so fake
I-I see dead people
It’s how that X treat you
I pop an X here
Bitch we popping X here

Rolling in this Bentley
They ain’t even met me
The drugs they tryna’ test me
How much higher can I be?
Yeah you pouring up this lean
I be selling out to fiends
Yeah this bitch she tryna’ be me
While I’m rolling up this gr-e-e-en

i don't need u

i don't need u (feat. toocee) prod. prse + kococooks + solitude

prod. yacob + dmo - 146 bpm

Let’s not live like this

Why I feel like this?
Yeah, I’m poppin’ the pills like this
Yeah, I’m poppin’ the pills for real
They soothing me, helping me heal
Lil’ hoe what’s your deal?
Yeah, If she wanna’ leave I’ma kill
Like bitch I’ma-

Yeah, this that two door
Suburban way like Xhulooo
I don’t miss that bitch like Juno
Cut that shit it ain’t like you know
Hop out the Ghini’ the bitch is too low
She in bikini’s in winter it’s too cold
I’m doing miles this bitch like Yuno
She poppin’ molly and what else like who knows?

Hm, V12 pushing on that gas this ain’t no sad shit
Bad shit, talking out your neck get you clapped quick
Sak’s Fifth on the tags bitch
And you broke boy get your bag fixed
Shut up lil’ bitch why you acting?
Wasn’t action on me back then

Back then why you back now?
And this bitch boy gotta’ back down
This .45 pop hella’ rounds
Got a lil’ red I don’t wanna’ drown

Big bag can’t fumble now
And a lotta’ cash I’ll be thumbing out
Say the word, you’ll be dead now
And my ex bitch of Fentanyl

Yeah, this that two door
Suburban way like Xhulooo
I don’t miss that bitch like Juno
Cut that shit it ain’t like you know
Hop out the Ghini’ the bitch is too low
She in bikini’s in winter it’s too cold
I’m doing miles this bitch like Yuno
She poppin’ molly and what else like who knows?

trauma

red prod. yacob + dmo

prod. skudas - 95 bpm

When you did baby will you go to heaven?
Who gon’ die first?
That’s the question
Russian roulette
Smith & Wesson
I don’t need you though, get up out my section
She a- She a bad hoe come in my direction
I smoke thrax hoe
I don’t do the resin
This is life yo, one of us is destined
I won’t fight though
Done with the aggression

On my hip is an M9 Beretta
Fill the cup and it’s only getting redder
Hella gwuap cause’ I’m stacking up my feta
Can you cut up all that shit it got me fed up
Flex up
I’ma flex up
I don’t do the sex, I just want the neck bruh
Say it with your chest bitch you need to step up
And I’m fucking on your bitch I got her legs up

I’m going back to my old ways
Give a fuck what a hoe say
This is real life not no role play
This is- This is real life not no role play

When you did baby will you go to heaven?
Who gon’ die first?
That’s the question
Russian roulette
Smith & Wesson
I don’t need you though, get up out my section
She a- She a bad hoe come in my direction
I smoke thrax hoe
I don’t do the resin
This is life yo, one of us is destined
This is life yo, one of us is destined

eyes

eyes prod. skudas

lost it all prod. vtmns - 136 bpm

(Uh, it just one thing wrong)

(It’s just one thing wrong)

It’s just one thing wrong when I lost it all
It’s just one less problem, pick it up when you fall
They like, “Oh my God, is it really happening now?”
Oh my God is it really happening now?

Yeah, look out the window when I crank that bitch
In a minute get my pack back yeah
When I get rich I’ma bank that shit
Just like a soldier I crank that shit
‘Member I told you I’d stunt like this
Now it’s my time, finna’ pop my shit

Big Glock, know what I’m saying?
Face shot, straight to your brain
Frog eyes, I’m in Mulsanne
That bitch gon’ make me insane
I got a scope with the range
Yeah, I see the money and fame
Uh, lil’ bitch no we not the same

(Uh, lil’ bitch no we not the same)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, rock n’ roll
Pocket watching I’ll make you fold
You said, “I don’t know”
I don’t care bitch not my hoe
Hunnid’ hunnid’ rounds in here
We gon’ give em’ hell
Don’t care bout’ what you feel
Like lil’ hoe what’s your deal?

Yeah, look out the window when I crank that bitch
In a minute get my pack back yeah
When I get rich I’ma bank that shit
Just like a soldier I crank that shit
‘Member I told you I’d stunt like this
Now it’s my time, finna’ pop my shit

i don't need u (feat. toocee) prod. prse + kococooks + solitude

prse

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