Guwap! (prod.ochoo)

X & Ex

[Verse 1]
I’m chilling with gang, yea im chilling with slime
Upping my Drac, up is your time
ARP, blow his ass, make his ass cry
I want you to pull up, I want you to try
We ain’t playing, we dont lie
Get out the V, now I’m pulling out fye
Pass him some za and we lace him, like tie
Z Pap, blow him a kiss, bye bye
Shots in his door, where the fuck he reside?
This not sum trash shi, this some real za
Smoking dat kush, I got sum in my eye
Track his ass down, he got no time to hide
Approach his ass personal, give a fuck bout drive-by
He think that he sour, we pass him lime
G19 send his ass to allah
V8 motor, it make large sounds
Fat ass bitch, she got large pounds
I’m the LeBron of my aim, where my crown
This is my city, get the fuck out my town
If he keep crying, we smack off his frown
Gen5 in the air, bitch you better get down
Thick ass and pretty face, a queen I just found
Close up your ears, cuz its finna get loud
She fuck with my sound, so i told her “bow down”

Track Down

OK Wassup (feat.ybg/c_4)

He say “blow my D”, but I’m blowing them P’s
Im tapping that button, I’m tapping delete
He sent me diss, does he know what that mean
Beat his ass, on a muhfuckin vid, say cheese
Where the fuck yo diss at, when the fuck he release?
I’m stacking my racks, yea im stacking my cheese
I ain’t paying for beats, give a fuck bout a lease
If he keep acting up, put his on a leash
Come send the addy, pull up with them P’s
We stomp on his ass, he got blood on his tee
Paint the town red, I got blood on my feet
This a cool kit, my blick dont overheat
Take off his face, yea we blow off his hat
If he keep sending this disses, his face on the mat
If he cry like a bitch, then his ass getting whacked
This shi sint no semi, this shi automatic
You got a fye in yo dip, why you panic?
You got sum beef? Why you the fuck you aint tell me?
ARP, cradle this bitch, Michael Jordan
Go tuck yo chain cuz my twin be from Poland
Cracking your bitch, posted up with your hoe
She don’t wanna tell you, she keeping it low
She fucking my comrades, yea she getting low
Fuck on yo hoe, the  I pass to my bro
This a glock 26, wit a drum on this hoe
Fuck on this thot, then im sending her home
Dat ain’ a rap book, thats just a poem
I pull out my blizzy, then I let it blow him
I pull out my blizzy, then I let it snow
That aint yo muhfucking bitch, that's a hoe

Let It Snow

Lyrics:
[Verse 1: Luhse]
Ayy, boy don’t test your luck
Pop his ass, invite his bitch over, She bouta bust a nut
Let my switchy do the talking, boy you better fucking duck
Yo bitch giving top in the trap, for like 50 bucks
He pull up with the blade, lil does he know, I got my blicky tucked
Why the fuck he keep hating? Like boy, I don’t wanna fuck
Dropped too many bodies, that’s my fault, cuz I ran out of rugs
DDos on that cracker, now he easy to get fucking jugged
Ran his ass over with this cat, he sliding like a puck
This oppa turned emo, so I let this Yoppa give him a hug
Ay, but you know, everyone need a lil love
Nah I’m kidding, hollows come his way, it turn him to a dove
Ion look up to people, I look down at em, from above
He fucked a bitch one time, now he think that he is fucking tuff
I told that boy “this blunt ain’t laced, come and take a puff”
Next thing you know, he on fent, 12 put him in cuffs

[Verse 2: ybg/c_4]
brrrr walk a fucka down
50,100,sticks and choppas scared that boy outta his town
u not the toughest in the hood boy u the biggest clown
this me n luhse now the 2nd time
phieeew boutta smoke a ounce
brr brr ay hit him with the 50 round
ay ay this choppa gon make him bounce
ya i got 50 rackz up onna fuckin couch
why tf u mad huh only cuz u broke?
i chase the bag up all alone cuz Ion need no bro
let the choppa up 4 seconds now ur fucking body fulla holes
if that bih talk 2 much she get kicked out the fuckin house


[Verse 3: Luhse]
I just wanted brains, why the fuck is she on the bed?
Mr. Walk em down, blow off they face, shi, thats one less head
He say “pull up”, he gambling with his life, boy you dont wanna bet
Beat his ass, chase him with the blizzy, like he running track
Why he running? Tryna shoot him down, while screaming “get back”


Dove

Yuh, shawty call me “daddy”, cuz I’m the man, yea, im the boss
You lost yo father? Thats my fault, but thats yo loss
He came into my water, i think that, boy is lost
He came into my water, so his is ass is getting tossed
Dont be a people pleaser, otherwise yo ass is gon get bossed
He kept on playing wit me, pulled out Drac, now his game gon get paused
I got german shooters, swiss too, not talking bout h0l0caust
Hit up my guy in his DM’s, asked him “How much these hollows cost?”
I hit that boy in the highway, I left him honking with his forehead
I let my bullets out on oppas, I left four dead
She on my dick, I told that bitch, “give me some more head”
Fuck a 2 man, we got 6 men, we need more beds
We ridiculous we hit drive-by’s in them Mopeds
Hit that boy, he think this shi Fortnite, so where the  fuck his loot at?
He say he got a lot on his plate, so where the fuck food at?
He didn’t have no aim, i was just thinking, “where he shoot at?”

Hollow price tags

[Verse 1]
223s tear off his limbs
Fuck a hoe, she look like kim
You got a hoe, but she a him
Drop his body down, we left him hanging at the fucking rim
This shi aint COD, u got no stim
This shi real life, this aint no sim
He like a bot, that boy in sims
Beat that boy, out his Reboks, we gon take his shins

[Verse 2]
If u fucking wit me the come and hit me up on IG
Bitch I'm feeling good today cuz there aint no one like me
Shawty tryna fuck so bad, I told her to invite me
DDos onnat boy theres a reason why I do IT
He say “come lets have a talk” but that dont sound inviting
UK bitch, she all up on my dick, you know thats my ting
Push up to your block, I got a blick and it do biting
Track his ass, spin the block, we dont do no hiding
Tra-Track his ass, spin the block, we dont do no hiding
If u got a problem hit me up and stand behind me

[Chorus]
223s tear off his limbs
Fuck a hoe, she look like kim
You got a hoe, but she a him
Drop his body down, we left him hanging at the fucking rim
This shi aint COD, u got no stim
This shi real life, this aint no sim
He like a bot, that boy in sims
Beat that boy, out his Reboks, we gon take his shins

[Verse 3]
Gen5, gon help me eat up the plate, I aint talm bout Lazerdim
Dis Draco tap his neck and I got aim, cuz ion laserdim
Let dis choppa eat him up, these hollows gon be baking him
If yo block was a fucking person, we would be shaking him

Laser Dimming

[Verse 1]
Haters gon be hating, I still get my bag regardless
Catch dat boy on my IG, he got sum cash, we gon Ddos him
I nearly had my dawg die by car, I almost lost him
I got nothing on my mind but I’m still scared that I have lost it
Ask me where I’m from, and I’m gon get straight to mag tossing
Ion know how many hoes i really got, I got a roster
Don’t worry little bro, me and yo mom just making pasta
Hit yo bitch, then popped a perc, then smoked sum weed like I’m a rasta

[Verse 2]
I ain’t passing allat shi, it gon slip right out ya hands
Hit up ya sis, smoke Mary Jane, I smoke a strain then popped a xan
They say that they a hater, but they secretly a fan
We went from Gen5’s, to Battle Rifles, shi be like Iran

[Verse 3]
I got a dick, it’s on my Pistol, you can call that shi a dyke
If u fucking wit my shi, give me a follow and a like
I’m onnat drank, I sip a pint, I feel so light
I’m fucked up so badly, man I could just take my life

[Chorus]
Haters gon be hating, I still get my bag regardless
Catch dat boy on my IG, he got sum cash, we gon Ddos him
I nearly had my dawg die by car, I almost lost him
I got nothing on my mind but I’m still scared that I have lost it
Ask me where I’m from, and I’m gon get straight to mag tossing
Ion know how many hoes i really got, I got a roster
Don’t worry little bro, me and yo mom just making pasta
Hit yo bitch, then popped a perc, then smoked sum weed like I’m a rasta

Potheads and Stoners

[Verse 1]
That boy gon get a headshot
Yo bitch getting these headshots
Bitch, I'm eating Lamb Chops
And I’m in a Lambo, call that shi a lamb truck
Bitch I keep a band tucked
You gon get your bands took
Then we get your head booked
We planning to backdoor you, leave you wit a damn rook
Blue tips, spray u, brain splat, dead look
All these hoes wan’ fuck wit me, they all be like “damn look”
Flipping rocks, swipe ya nose, tripping out, caine cooked
ARP up on my side, he push up, got his gang cooked
He tripping out, big boy come back, these drugs give you cocaine look
Im like “Gang look, please shut up if you don’t want your brain booked”

[Verse 2]
Bitch gon call Greg Heffley, like damn I got the cheese touch
Green tips, hollows tips, blue tips, spray at u
Watch me counting all these colored tips I’m just like Doctor Seuss
I can’t fuck that bitch, cuz she expired, that bitch pussy loose
Pass the strap to me, I’ll chase em down, make sure you tie you shoes
Me and my brudda, yea, we tied like we some glue
How you say you tied, but you on they block? Now I can’t fuck wit you
Go be a smooth ass cracka, rock yo opp, that boy stopped living
He say he gon rock my ass to sleep, I know that dat boy kidding
I used to be in love, but now I ain’t, I guess I lost my feelings
Hold my Gen5 in the air, we bust up the ceiling
I was scared the first time I did weed, but now I’m used to selling
Long live T, we always playing, yea, but now I miss the feeling
Used to hold my breath by smokers, but right I’m just inhaling
He push up, we rock that boy, I’ll smack his ass, send him to heaven
We in a shootout, passed the strap up to my bro, cause 9/11
All black rick denim, VLone on my back, feel like the Venom
U say that u got spice, but lie, u only got dat Lemon
Take my bitch out to the mall, we buy Lululemon

Lululemon

In Iran

[Verse 1]
Ran up this muhfucking bag
556 leave that boy on his back
Chase that boy wit a glock, this shi tag
And that bitch fuck on boys, I can’t fuck wit a hag
Everything changing colors, when I’m on a Pack
Take the food off his plate, he ain’t getting it back
7.62 wipe him down like a rag 
3 man on yo bitch cus she bad
Onnat drank, that codeine got me fat
Only gave u a fade, boy, u better be glad
He talking his shi, but his neck getting tapped
ARP on my side and a Drac on my lap
I’m not talking bout theft when I take off these hats
U finna be lonely, pre-order yo cats
Bitch I’m bilingual in English and fax

[Verse 2]
Smoke on dis blunt til it turn to a roach
I got motion like I’m on a boat
Push up, get hit in yo throat
I got racks in my Pockets, Moncler on my coat

[Verse 3]
Ugly ass bitch and I hope she don’t see me
They pull up, where the fuck is my MP?
Is u riding or is u just wit me?
Shi changes, but I been me
But I been me
Clutchin dat tool but i dont keep a semi

[Verse 4]
Ion fuck wit yo pack, cuz I only smoke top shelf
Hit dis Mary Jane, I can’t feel myself
And it got to the point, I cant be myself
I know that life hard, but don’t kill yourself

[Verse 5]
But don’t kill yourself
one phone call, and I pull up wit F&N’s
Dat bitch my girl, dis aint FNF
You calling these percs, but I call them white M&M’s
In a month I’ll be up watch me turn into eminem

M&Ms

[Verse 1]
I’m tammat blue tip, F&N, we gon take ya bitch too
Oh he lack? Blick him, leave him in a ditch too
You been seeing blood over the place, but dat ain’t nothing new
How you feel when they care bout sum else, but no one care bout you?
I knew dat sum was up, when everyone was looking at me weird
My bruda popped in front my eyes, but I’m a man, I never shed a tear
Didn’t even think that they was lying, now I’m seeing crystal clear
Cuz u a man don’t mean that u pussy for showing fucking fear
I don’t trust no one, cuz I do not know whats fake and real
Never got to meet my grandpop, but I guess that subject’s sealed

[Verse 2]
Ion wan’ rap bout violence, but theres no fucking peace
Don’t give a fuck if yo ass broke, won’t cop no fucking lease
Y’all tammat love, but theres no love if u deep in the streets
I can’t be chasing all dese fake hoes, I gotta chase my cheese
Theres no coming back, u stuck up, no more chasing dreams
If you broke, then yo ass stuck up, no achieving dreams
Theres no time for tripping, you can’t be a fein
I’m not tryna help u out cuz u was tryna fuck a teen
And I been sipping lean, when I’m pissing, I only see codeine
Reach out for help, I never did, now fucking look at me
She got her parents in her house, we do it quietly
I been tryna hide my feelings, but I guess it got too much for me


Blue tip F&N (prod.plxce)

Macedonian Flow - 720Luhse Lyrics

Cracka, I'm clutchin a stap (stap means stick in macedonian)
I'm from Macedonia I'll make the stick hot
Cracka, I make the stick hot
Cracka, I'll beat him retarded, he turn to a bot
Cracka, I swing OVO
Cracka I swing OVO, and ya bitch finna blow
Cracka ya bitch finna blow 
If yo ass diss on my name, then ya ass gotta go
Cracka, ya ass gotta go
I got yo bitch on my dick, and she keeping low
Cracka, she keeping it low
She say she only love u, but das not how it go
Watch my big SRT roll
How is yo ugly ass hating?, you look like a troll
Cracka, you look like a troll
Cracka, I’ll let dis bitch off, It gon make yo ass bald
Cracka, I’m clutching a auto
Cracka, my eyes looking low, I got drank in this bottle
Cracka, I shoot 223’s
Cracka, I shoot 223’s, then I’m throwing them P’s
Cracka, my Voice 2 faced
He OD’d off percs, dat boy got too laced
He got too laced
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