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Keep a thousand on me just to throw out
When I pull up to the function, bring the hoes out
Got me poppin’ at the spot, bitch it’s sold out
Gettin’ so high, blunt and speakers be so loud
Roll with the troops, got me feelin’ like Astley
Bitch do her dance, and you know she get nasty
Bitch give me head, then I give her a taxi
Run up on me, leave him dead in the backstreet

Finna give that bitch up, she been toxic
Finna flash a band, I keep the hunnids in my pocket
Nigga talk shit, he get hit with the rocket
Hit that bitch once, then she go on the block list
Brodie talk tough, send that boy to Jehovah
Bro hit a lick, bring a band when he show up
Do that bitch dirt ‘cuz I know that she chose up
Tell her goodbye, now a nigga on the road, huh

Keep a thousand on me just to throw out
When I pull up to the function, bring the hoes out
Got me poppin’ at the spot, bitch it’s sold out
Gettin’ so high, blunt and speakers be so loud
Roll with the troops, got me feelin’ like Astley
Bitch do her dance, and you know she get nasty
Bitch give me head, then I give her a taxi
Run up on me, leave him dead in the backstreet

Run around, hit that boy with a tec now
Bitch is flattered ‘cuz I got the checks now
She see the fit and she call me the best out
Put him on the news, ‘cuz we hit him with 10 rounds
Fuck ‘round, know that the bullets gon’ hurt you
Thought that he slick with that talkin’, I heard you
She did me wrong, now she act like she got virtue
I cannot switch for no hoe, nigga, word to

Keep a thousand on me just to throw out
When I pull up to the function, bring the hoes out
Got me poppin’ at the spot, bitch it’s sold out
Gettin’ so high, blunt and speakers be so loud
Roll with the troops, got me feelin’ like Astley
Bitch do her dance, and you know she get nasty
Bitch give me head, then I give her a taxi
Run up on me, leave him dead in the backstreet

ROLL (prod. scrot)

REXDY2SLEEP [prod. yungja2k]

VIOLENCE! Prt. 2

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Lyrics:

my violence gets to creepin ,lil bitch i get sneakin

i got 12 in mag, im feelin like a demon

I gotta hella fuckin magazines, do not test

if you mess, i might have to get domestic

i pull up hella fuckin demons, like iss nesquick

i can make your death feel pathetic

yeah my ice gon drip like a relic

yeah he on the ground he needa medic

bouta put the smack down and put you on a crucifix

pussy you on death row, on his neck he got on cuban links

pop a perc and now im trippin psychedelic

why my fuckin body feelin hellish

pop another one, like a tum, we gon get it done

shootem just for fun, he gon run, he lookin like a nun

starin at the sun, at my gun, his brain go spun

yeah anotha one

yeah anotha one

Violence Prt. II Ft. Zev [PROD.ZODIACC]

lyrics:
Shorty, what’s the word? I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout an anagram
Countin’ up my guala, bitch I’m pullin’ up with hella bands
Pull up on a nigga, and the .40 finna make him dance
Bitch she hella bad, and she tryna get up in my pants
Ice on my neck, and this shit is kinda heavy
Pop out to the function, and a nigga in Givenchy
Shorty want the money ‘cuz she know that I got plenty
Nigga wanna diss, they see me up, you can’t befriend me

Choppa make him backflip
I let the MAC spit
Nigga said he with it ‘till my niggas get him packed in
Nigga's talkin’ crazy, but I never see him acting
I just want the money, gotta get the fuckin’ racks in
Nigga finna fly, we don’t care if he apologize
Pull up with that fye, hit a nigga with like hella .9s
Shorty wanna vibe, get the grabba, she get hella high
Totin’ .45s, we gon’ send that nigga hella high

Totin’ on a rocket
I let the chop spit
Kinda crazy what I got up in my pocket
Being broke ain’t a mothafuckin’ option
Big chopstick, finna get an opp hit
Nigga’s pistol packin’, we ain’t gone until we lackin’
So we never fuckin’ lackin’
Bitch I’m tryna get the backends
Shorty lookin’ like an actress
And I think that she the baddest
So I pull up in that Jag’, and lil’ shorty showin’ backend

Bad friends, switch up on a nigga for the clout tree
Niggas wanna talk but they don’t know nothing about me
Hit him with the blick, in your chest is where the rounds be
Pull up in the whip, goin’ faster than the sound speed
Shorty wanna hit me for some bands, I can’t wife that
But she kinda bad, so you know I had to pipe that
Thought he lost a chain? Nigga go and get yo ice back
A nigga wanna test me, he couldn’t get his life back

GIVENCHY (prod. acculbed) *OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS*

GOING SICKO MODE

WET - Eryxse, Xaisfuneral, L!GHTZ( prod.veni) original song by veni

chrome killa. (prod.acculbed)

I love y'all, hope you guys enjoyed the new single, more music soon!

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Crystal Eyes (prod. shenrxn) *Soundcloud Exclusive*

Never looking down (prod.Reuel StopPlaying)

I can’t see me blowing just tell me sum sweet 🤷‍♂️ make it sound good atleast

GOING SICKO MODE

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