DEEPKUTNEEK♻️

9geek

Slight

Copia de one & done (cargo x psykidd )

True - Stick Dreams produced by BandoCashT (@Jordan.t361)

Stick Dreams (p. BandoCashT)

ksosa

sticcbyu[heyjasper+thr6x]

ksosa pt2 ♡ toteuzi

red cloud[1lvcxs+portalstorms]

fwu[charlyy+dez]

my way[mightbejohn]

no way[ambergloo]

Esjaja x Luh Gudda - Get Shit Gone (prod. GeoGotBands).mp3

Early Morning

yhapojj - early morning (donrondo + grim + astori + mevis)[8Teen exclusive + slump audios & babykay]

Lyrics : 





Already know what’s popping 
Poppin like some Pop Rocks
Poppin like some fucking grease up out the pot
Rick Owens with the fat laces on my bitch cost a a lot
Im smoking on Zot, Im smoking on…. I forgot what flavor
Red head bitch, got a big ass look like yacht
I just bought my ticket yesterday, I’m flying out
Trickin for these hoes, you niggas tripping 
Like a corner, they had picked em 
No corona but they sick em 
Ian know her but I hit her 
Ian have the money for that shit at first, but now I’m getting it 
They telling me that’s it’s my time like I’m a fucking Richard
I’m not waiting for no time, I’m putting in work bitch I’m getting richer 
This bitch crazy, she do what I do & say like I’m a wizard 

I been hot, I’m cooking shit up in a minute like a skillet 
Two bitches tryna jump me, goin crazy suck me to Sza 
You know I shoot that bitch from half, Dame Lillard 
I’m like damn shawty you got ass like you Sza
I got green coming in, bitch say she wanna eat my- 
I got green coming in, bitch say she wanna unzip my pants eat me up like gide damn 
Started from bottom like I’m Drake
Shawty you know this God’s plan
Tell me wtf you’ll do if you had the world up in ya hands 
She eat it up on command
I put the bitch on tv on demand 
You know I put it down, say I’m the man
Chiefin the blunt, can you pass it like Kansas
Steppin in Margiela shoes, not a Samba
I can sing to ya hoe like I’m Sampha
What I’m rocking right now? This a sample

I know that hoe on go, all I saw was her Twitter handle
That’s all I need to know, all I need to see 
You know I’m sliding Wayne Gretzky, Omar Gretzky 
My New York bitch rock Bottegga with red hair, I call her Jessie 
I been working for so damn long, don’t know when I’m resting 
I kept fucking up I locked back in, I was rusty
Hit a hoe & tell her that I miss her like I’m Lucki
You put in all the fucking work, they still a call you lucky 

I been balling, I’m getting buckets 
This hoe go crazy, when she suck it 
I been getting money, Im talking money on money 
Open the bag up, this shit smell musty 

Already know what’s popping 
Poppin like some Pop Rocks
Poppin like some fucking grease up out the pot
Rick Owens with the fat laces on my bitch cost a a lot
Im smoking on Zot, Im smoking on…. ion even know what flavor
Red head bitch, got a big ass look like yacht
I just bought my ticket yesterday, I’m flying out
Trickin for these hoes, you niggas tripping 
Like a corner, they had picked em 
No corona but they sick em 
Ian know her but I hit her 
Ian have the money for that shit at first, but now I’m getting it 
They telling me that’s it’s my time like I’m a fucking Richard
I’m not waiting for no time, I’m putting in work bitch I’m getting richer 
This bitch crazy, she do what I do & say like I’m a wizard

wizard (trewebb)

hostage[edgeonbs]

Lyrics  : 








Why ya doing this ? Why ya doing all of that bullshit ? 
Like you 96-97 Jordan, my team scoring
Im high soaring, I lost the bitch Dory (damn)
Not no Mycareer shit, I’m starting a new story
You know I’m a Laker baby balling, I’m not Robert Horry 
You can check the label on this drip, you won’t find the store
Fat ass on a bad bitch like she out of this world

Stackin, look at my fucking sweatpants I’m not sagging
Balenciaga sweatpants on my ass bitch
21 hoes on my phone, Ima savage
2 for 1 come & getcha one 
I can hit this bitch one & done, one & done
Virgil shirt on, You not like them other hoes shawty I think you the one

Youn wanna do none fun
Oh you on bullshit lately, youn wanna do none
Like they blitzing at the team, Youn wanna run
She want me to buss up in her, Ion want a son no
Knock her out the park, Home run
I got that iron on me now, like Tony Stark don’t run
She tryna come start some, Ian tryna do none
Plus my dope too loud, I can’t even hear none
That shit blinded me, hoe had ass like the sun
It’s a big difference between, what you need & what you want 
I swear, I’m bout to just lose it
Gide damn shawty, you acting stupid Im like- 

Why ya doing this ? Why ya doing all of that bullshit ? 
Like you 96-97 Jordan, my team scoring
Im high soaring, I lost the bitch Dory (damn)
Not no Mycareer shit, I’m starting a new story
You know I’m a Laker baby balling, I’m not Robert Horry 
You can check the label on this drip, you won’t find the store
Fat ass on a bad bitch like she out of this world

Stackin, look at my fucking sweatpants I’m not sagging
Balenciaga sweatpants on my ass bitch
21 hoes on my phone, Ima savage
2 for 1 come & getcha one 
I can hit this bitch one & done, one & done
Virgil shirt on, You not like them other hoes shawty I think you the one

You not like them other hoes shawty I think you the one 2x

one & done (cargo x psykidd )

seance

Lyrics : 






Oh Oh, Yamsayin like this shit like a celebration nowadays 
Congratulations, they say congratulations 
Yamsayin, they say congratulations 

Can we pop a bottle for all my folks gone ? 
Can we pop a bottle for bros that aint home ?
Can we pop a bottle ohh 
Can we pop a bottle woahh ohh

Know ya gone, looking down like what them folks on 
Know ya gone, looking outside like what my bro on
Call my bro up, through that jail phone told em keep ya head on 
& You gone be home bro, yeah you gone be home
When ya come back home bro, gone get a song woah
Gone get you a vibe you already know these hoes on go 
Hit the city like one time, already know you gotta hit them stores woah

Girl you colddddd, girl you cold 
It’s so crazy, I’m doing all this off a phone oh woah 
Ian tripping, I’m moving on girl I know you’ll hit my phone 
Ian slipping hell nah, I got grip on em 
Ian slipping hell nah, I’m from the grip shawty
You talk ya shit then pop it uh
Bitch throw it back & pop it on me 
Pop some rubber bands, throw some racks & fuck this lil hoe up 
I’m the type of a nigga float on shit like this, it’s easy bruh 

Ain’t believe it huhhh, Im geekin yeah
Long live my angels, I’m speeding off in a demon yeah
Say they hear me, put my shit on repeat yeah 
This bitch come back to me, I call her Lil Frisbee yeah

Can we pop a bottle for all my folks gone ? 
Can we pop a bottle for bros that aint home ?
Can we pop a bottle ohh 
Can we pop a bottle woahh ohh

Know ya gone, looking down like what them folks on 
Know ya gone, looking outside like what my bro on
Call my bro up, through that jail phone told em keep ya head on 
& You gone be home bro, yeah you gone be home
When ya come back home bro, gone get a song woah
Gone get you a vibe you already know these hoes on go 
Hit the city like one time, already know you gotta hit them stores woah

Girl you colddddd, girl you cold 
It’s so crazy, I’m doing all this off a phone oh woah 
Ian tripping, I’m moving on girl I know you’ll hit my phone