prod.Tenoji
vocals, mixing, master by @yureicw

lyrics:

ar15 leave a hole in yo forehead 
choppa gon spray, the lil boy dead
u wanna be me oh boy 2 bad
(put that boy in a hearse)
u get deleted like a fk app
took a perc go cvs
lil b im way 2 berserk

s/o yo momma, she hot like a sauna
money on green my pocket on go 
wont step outside it way too cold
smoking on gas, i smoking on dro
g19 gon pop his brain out
i dont want that b you an keep that hoe lil boy
u not on my level what u think lil boy
762 on his head, just like a b this shit gon blow
lil bro down down down bad 
hop on the srt, lil btch gon crash
sipping on tris then i sip on the wok 
u wanna take a pic, u finna get crop 
sweep all this btch like a mtfk mop 
put red on his head like cherry on top 

walk to the bank got chedder on me 
lil boy wanna fck with the beretta 
we gotta make these bands go scatter 
me n my twin gotta go go get them
he dont got no money omg
go get some bread, go get u a job 
(idk what im saying kkk)

sipping on tris from dawn till dust 
im off a perc im way 2 berserk
choppa gon send that boy to the nurse
way too high im outta this earth
yeah im done with school, dont test me bro
need like 10 bands when i walk in the store 
if she got problem i kick that btch out the door

s/o yo momma, she hot like a sauna
money on green my pocket on go 
wont step outside it way too cold
smoking on gas, i smoking on dro
g19 gon pop his brain out
i dont want that b you an keep that hoe lil boy
u not on my level what u think lil boy
762 on his head, just like a b this shit gon blow
lil bro down down down bad 
hop on the srt, lil btch gon crash
sipping on tris then i sip on the wok 
u wanna take a pic, u finna get crop 
sweep all this btch like a mtfk mop 
put red on his head like cherry on top

Forehead

prod sai
@rawonn, @ti3v
turn 18 today

(yureicw n raonn)
what is wrong baby tell me what is wrong 
u did me wrong leave me a scar wth yo paw
dont kno why im still adore u
fell like butterflies above u
nobody before u 
baby its a W
i wont let u go, wont let u go
pet me like a cat n touch my nose
keep it between us an inside joke
give me more of yo luv

(yureicw)
give me more, give me more
i dont wanna wait for anyone anymore
im so quick to get upset even fast to get bored
dont want my throat getting sore anymore
u make me feel like im better than ever
u keep me warm in the cold december 
why have to care what the other think
baby it doesnt matter
can u tell me that u mine, before i go 
do u want a piece of mind, baby let me kno

(ti3v)
tell me you need me tonight ohh baby girl i'll find yuhh
playing me around like a fcking cat alright yah
how much is your heart
i will buy it with my price yee
tell me you need me for no reason i know you did yae
soo stand...with meee
i know its kinda hard for you to stand beside with me ee
but i dont careee
with you...
i see the sun is shining 
and with you we can go fly out this world

(yureicw n raonn)
what is wrong baby tell me what is wrong 
u did me wrong leave me a scar wth yo paw
dont kno why im still adore u
fell like butterflies above u
nobody before u 
baby its a W
i wont let u go, wont let u go
pet me like a cat n touch my nose
keep it between us an inside joke
give me more of yo luv

catsong w raonn & ti3v

prod me 

bro be count up george
i count up benji
ran thru these bitches like im god
boy i kickin shit like messi

fk it come n find out
if u want u can try out
boy be talkin shit online kno that u can die now
just made me like 5 thounds
my shooter come in light out
lil boy be switchin side now
he thought that i wont find out
fn n them autos leave bloods on my polo
bro gettin shot gettin crop like a photo
ho just want my bands lil bitch u a hobo
smokin on gas i blow o
latina bitch said im loco

alr ok
10 bands a day
buss on her face
she want my kid
lil ho so bad she already wet
she be call me bo my ho vietnamese
sippin on red go straight to my bed
i dont want legs bitch i want head
all i do is making amend
she call me dad but her father absent
i put weight on my shoulder
how many time i have to told ya
pop out of a range rover
its me n my soldier
shot that boy he a poser
let go dollar for dollar
i spittin heat in the fk october
number (n)ine jeans i dont fw trousers

my money diy 
lil boy working 9 to 5 but we getting rich online 
bitch i aint gon make no tutorial
fill up ya ho its a oreo
he cant move like me that illegal 
damn my brother totin deagle

bro be count up george
i count up benji
ran thru these bitches like im god
boy i kickin shit like messi

fk it come n find out
if u want u can try out
boy be talkin shit online kno that u can die now
just made me like 5 thounds
my shooter come in light out
lil boy be switchin side now
he thought that i wont find out
fn n them autos leave bloods on my polo
bro gettin shot gettin crop like a photo
ho just want my bands lil bitch u a hobo
smokin on gas i blow o
latina bitch said im loco

go pop a x just to feel sum
twin on that ride or die shit, he the real one 
i smoked too many gas now i cant feel nun 
im tryna get sum head im tryna get shit done 
fuck these boys aint got the vision
ive been in my head so long, ive been talking to my demons 
i knew that shit was wrong, when these bitches changed just like the seasons
i fk break her core, i finna get these bitches screamin
spend a couple rack up on my bitch 
bought her sum new shoes that rick owen that double c
my jeans number nine, its summertime got wasted on the beach
i aint gonna lie about that time, these ho got me fall down to knee
but i swear im goin up now
talkin on my name i swear to god that shit go south
posted up with my brothers we eatin good we smokin on that loud 
vision 21 im still alive still ride around my town

vision prod me

posted up im with my bloods
oh this ho she crazy she think i need her love 
u claim to be my twin but when i started out u not even be there
runnin to these greens spend it on sex drugs clothes i hit the reset
oh they keep doubtin me 
step out with no nine tee
idk why they still mad at me
i get that bread ik my slimes they proud of me 
i put my ho on sum tiffany 
i play with the money like monopoly 

pocket full of founding father countin up that presidents
all i see is green open the gate i let the money in
bitch i get the guap i leave the spot like where the evidence 
boy its a airbnb that not yo residence 
issey miyake im gonna mix that shit with true 
i got a new stick u want me show u what it do 
they be steady copy my move 
lil boy cant walk a mile in my shoes 
freak ho on dm act like we cool
better watch yo tone i dont fw u

blood prod me

laylooo
prod me 

bitch im outside lookin for the bankroll 
put on undercover told my brother laylow
i kno all these ho they gon cryin on those ig notes
ho be spreadin her legs she want me bad, but ion lookin for that kitty tho
i felt in love with all these bands 
couple hunnid saggin my pants
keep my circle small got no new friend
bitch im makin amend 
racks made racks up, where yo bands?
money diy no helping hand
racks made racks up, where yo bands?
designer jeans straight from japan

bitch i see thru all yo fake shit like a xray 
i feel so fk blessed just to wake up n see the next day
if i end up in that grave 
they gon walk the path i paved
im on a mission everyday 
gotta put what i made into a safe
pocket fat af im not talkin bout caseoh
i be walk up to these bucks, boy u gotta chase tho
if i show u how i move u better take note
i just can have enough gotta take those (guap)

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