lade - in my bag (prod storm3)

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zachcs, bloodyworld 

Yeah, she on go, but she only fuck for a price
If you, knew, like you said, you did
Why the fuck would you ask for advice
We get, high and go spread wings
No, we don't need no flight
Think you, gon' find a better nigga
I think it's out of spite

Got my wrist in it for the whole night
You chewing niggas for that bites
Hop out that car stop his bike
Don't want the bean today, actually, I might
Feel like a fiend today, high as a kite
Don't read your messages, hoe take a hike
I might go missing, they don't call me Ike
It get her wet to hear me on the mic
Niggas fake watering, I know they pike
Plastic as hell, we treat you like a dyke
Your squad full of losers and failures
Brown skin bitch with a fat ass, she look like Azealia,
You a bitch, don't think they told you yet
Boy, I ain't scared to tell you
Trading arms when we under the table
I cut a nigga down like taper
You ain't safe, you should tell it to a neighbor
Shouldn't be no issues coming to the paper
You a bitch, it's time to meet your maker
I ball year round, Laker
I can't pick up the phone, ho, I can't see you later
It's a lot of shit in my mind, dawg
I don't even know if I can take it, ha

This shit gon' fuck my head up
I can't wait for you, ho, I need my bread up
Say you love me, well, bitch, here's a medal
Walk in all white, my rock diamonds in the middle
Pop his head back, got em’ treat like a skittle
Baby, you a backwood, they all swishers
I’m tryn’ get up, get up with y'all

We do not work where it's safe or fair
Say what you want, bitch, I ain't even here
Keepin' my pace, I'm on record time, yeah
Run from the Jake, feel adventurous, yeah
I'm tryna get out this motherfuckin' lair
Need a new mic, it's too muffled in here
Do my own stunts, I'm the man of the (year)
Savin' this shit, my humanity
I keep it real, why the fuck is you mad at me
Gang drop them shots, leave them fuck niggas scrambling
Know, I'm the one, lil' baby, you can't handle me
I'm scorin' 40, easy, that's my averaging,
Number
I turn this bitch to a runner
I'm gonna run up them hundreds

Yeah, she on go, but she only fuck for a price
If you, knew, like you said, you did
Why the fuck would you ask for advice
We get, high and go spread wings
No, we don't need no flight
Think you, gon' find a better nigga
I think it's out of spite

What the fuck are you doing

No Such Thing (Prod. Bliq14)

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