#McLeod coming soon
Walk in to the
Function Spazzin
If he acting smart
We blast em
Pockets stacking
You can't fathom
My gang top seed
Yours is tanking
Plot on me I'm mr. Krabs you're plankton
You talking call the gang in
Play against us and you can't win
Like an Artist 
we gon paint em
If he act out
Glocky Spank em
If you step without a pole you wyling
You said you ain't tryna clone you lying
Top notch gas i smoke im flying
Yo music a joke I'm laughing,
He act up then glocky spank em
he suicidal AR take em
If we get caught
I won't say shit

spank em (prod Prblm and Nulko)

she said that she like when im choking her esophagus
bitch im in my prime like my name was fucking optimus
off of it, bitch im fucking out of it
she still wanna fuck even tho i dont even got no confidence
confidence
party way to hard now im vomiting
so much fucking guap, pockets fat, hippopotamus
pill up in my drink, i think that im loosing consciousness
talk that shit make your parents sign some fucking documents
documents
all black fit, make the room feel ominous
all i see is K's like i was wearing an oculus
i dont give a fuck
money stretching like how a condom is
white tee with the fucking red
mistake it for some condiments

off It prod. yurk

lyrics-

im an asshole
she wanna fuck me up

she got pink panties
like a fucking sakura

call your bitch scrat
the way she hold my nuts

dont let my kids fall
come over here and suck em up

ive been getting bread
since my first breath

im a baby the way
i suck up on your bitch breast

tryna flex on me
im not impressed

milf bitch on my dick
feel like incest

and the green that im smoking
got me coughing

bread always on my mind
way to often

all black fit like 
i came out the coffin

i get eyes everytime
that i walk in

give a fuck got
 a horseshoe on my ass

guap in my pockets make
my muhfucking pants sagg

when i shop now i dont
check no price tags

faithful bitch put the
drugs in her ass crack

all that shit you was talking
you wont fight back

Loyalty in your bitch
you wont find that

imapullup remix

lyrics -

why u talking shit lil bro
you can go to hell
i dont give a fuck
and your bitch taking off my belt
and she talking way to much
my dick aint gon suck itself

my emotions come from hell
dat bitch riding me so well
she wanna rob a hotel
can you please shut the fuck up!

my emotions come from hell
dat bitch riding me so well
she wanna rob a hotel
told her ass lets do it then

me and her we jump the fence
put that mask on feeling tense
every room we look for gems
walk inside and now shes dead

guy that shot her name is ben
pretty sure that hes a fed
he has a cross on his neck
last thing he said is amen

i cant feel my fucking body
i think that im fucking dead

wait am i dead..?
oh shit.

emotions from hell, prod 444jet

Sclass

pedo, groomer & victim disstrack as MMG reunites.

MMG Reunion (Ultimate Disstrack)

UP ur ass nigga

this is a Loser Council Tribute.
))) 
Im wit my nigga gio rn, we lit
lets walk in saks fifth, bitch yk we bought a fit
im fuckin on dis bih, n she make take a flick
dat boy talkin shit we quickly turn him into a lick
we pull up on his ass n dat boy ran like a bitch
i cant tell nobody shit cause ik they gon snitch
we wounded up his body now dat boy need sum stiches
the way dat im moving bitch its like rags to ritches
bitch you cannot come wit us we put yall in some ditches
me n gio smoking jays as shit we high like bridges
bitch its on sight when i see you, u gonna start flinchin
bitch they took a mission then went missing
bitch they said they scared im like who kiddin😂
why da fuck this lil bitch on me trippin

mom)
i don't fuck wit hoes anymore
i just count my money then i go
i don't really fucking know
she said that she wanna take my soul

yeah my plug caucasian
bad lil bih she asian
i got yo hoes info, i feel like an agent
we run in yo crib nigga, like an operation
why you talking shit, turn yo ass into a patient
i dont really fuck wit you, yous not squad
you dont really have no bread, you is fraud
talk that shit, bitch i punch you in yo jaw
keep that blick on me, feelin like a cop

)
yea keep them blick like a cop
yeah loser council thats the squad
yeah n yo bitch give me top
yea, bitch but i aint worry bout no thot

Im wit my nigga gio rn, we lit
lets walk in saks fifth, bitch yk we bought a fit
im fuckin on dis bih, n she make take a flick
dat boy talkin shit we quickly turn him into a lick
we pull up on his ass n dat boy ran like a bitch
i cant tell nobody shit cause ik they gon snitch
we wounded up his body now dat boy need sum stiches
the way dat im moving bitch its like rags to ritches
bitch you cannot come wit us we put yall in some ditches
me n gio smoking jays as shit we high like bridges
bitch its on sight when i see you, u gonna start flinchin

5

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