Lynch Mob T Shirt (idgad)

bleood death fixes everything prod fortune

prod @newabuse
push up bitch ong
me n bro tryna hop out give em rod
yo ho tryna hop up in my coupe im sorry
heheh but im rlly not
yah jump out whip swingin sticks me n bro tryna shit
baby want my rod but im too fly dont wanna take my pants off
y u do tht bae tht hurt my pride ya i cant even lie
he got hit so many times
i aint even think twice abt it
am i your favorite character bae
wanna shoot baby shoot shoot
show me wat u can do
im so high off life i can get tht u aint kno i can hit tht
u aint kno twin could hit tht

yn cat w a g23 double drum & a switch on fully drac

bleood - no one understands how i feel

bleood - putahoeon prod over

dont hit my phone prod miso

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bleood - you was right prod zatru

fighting w/sachaneverlands

Still The Same g the Mixtape

Lyrics:
Double stitched sole onna dirt road
I'm pacing these streets so hard I'm never gettin cold
Like whatcha wanna know 
Car speeding plus a pole
I’m in a Woolies fuck a Cole’s
Turn the heat up when it’s cold
I cannot take Whatchu are on
I’m not a junkie nor a bum
Shawty suckin on my thumb
When I walk into the room I get everyone to jump
Shawty steady wanna hump
I don’t do beef I eat rump
You cunts are draining like a sump
Bitch way too freaky ask me put it in her butt
Like I’m running fortune three I’m not fucking with my luck
Like keep my head down and work hard but I don’t suck
I’m eatin good fillet while your eating on that chuck
Like your musics fucking shit yeah it stinks you’re a skunk
Like whoever produced your shit had to have been drunk
I’m hangin off the rim on this beat like I dunk 
I don’t know why they fake to be someone you ain’t punk


Flickin ciggy’s
Do 150
Down a background you can’t miss me
Get behind me I’m not slowin
I won’t make it to the mornin
Fuck a foreign 
Inna FG
Reachin damn near damn 250
I can’t stand the smoke in cities
I don’t want you to come near me
Friends are like lanes they be switchin
Slow down
Pull up stumps
I don’t wanna dump the clutch 
Road block 
Oh fuck
I have reached the end of it
I’m like bandit on the run
But I won’t ever see the sun

yn cat w a g23 double drum & a switch on fully drac

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