“This a Vibe” EP drops 1/1/22!

Wrong Way Ent

JimmNasty - Heart On My Sleeve (Feat. Gunzalo)

Feeling Inside (Feat. Amigo Sanchez & King Mu)

Purple Rain (feat. Amigo Sanchez & Lucky Bandit)

Lie To (Feat. Amigo Sanchez)

Dont need it (Prod. FieldWay)

Ballin' (Prod. Jones)

Bxnji Freestyle

Bxnji Freestyle !(Bxnji)

Let Me Know (Feat. B3VNGXD)

For The Fans - Single

For The Fans

For The Fans (Feat. Everything Money)

Flowers

One Step

Love Letter

30kBoof (SKATE!) Prod by Brazzo

NO CDL

Road Runner

Ps Or Keys

Pressure Makes Diamonds

Pressure Makes Diamonds (Feat. B3VNGXD)

Word Around Town Freestyle

Word Around Town Freestyle (Feat. Sosa)

VO x CDL

Sip Somethin

Sip Somethin - (Prod by Vo)

Produced by Imperial

LYRICS:


Niggas hate to see you lit dont it
Make em sick dont it
Tell the judge to free my nigga Spaz cuz he aint in the wrong
This shit fucked up you was already jammed up we was tryna get you off parole
Nigga know that he got rich homies
Nigga know he aint gone sit long

I got young niggas ready to risk sum
Get you knocked off for a pair of Rick Owens
Brodie said he aint sayin shit in the street triple price on his head from a flip phone
Put in over pain niggas aint playin the same game
Gone and get a cup of drank ion care if you sip the green lean
Gone and get a cup of drank make sure it aint cut with anything
After that you get the ice & cup and mix with any drink
Its just like that one jwet with the check no this not any ink
We got baby bop purple barney and got plenty pink
Bro he said he having purple drank 
oh thats Wockhardt we gotta check the seal
All this time I'm thinkin my dawg got hoop dreams
He on the step team tryna do the drills
Told him he gone get 30 20 or 10 but he keep going when he in the field
Think its NFL when that pack touch in the mail Feds tryna sack now
Know when niggas tell where they got it from and you sell its time to put the pack down
Please dont speak no bidness on the phone just answer where you at
Please dont play we got them glocks with switches know them sticks attached
On the way to play drop pin to map
Really rich check my receipts I spend the bands and paid the tax
Dont want the change might give it back
Aint with the exchange aint gettin it back
Nigga play he lay yeah I'm gettin that gat
I been goin insane think if finna attack
No Apple Pay heads gettin tapped

Niggas hate to see you lit dont it
Make em sick dont it
Tell the judge to free my nigga Spaz cuz he aint in the wrong
This shit fucked up you was already jammed up we was tryna get you off parole
Nigga know that he got rich homies
Nigga know he aint gone sit long

Rich Homies

Produced by jhinttt

LYRICS:

Dishes in the sink bales in the room
Magazines for E got a catalogue
Ounces pills and lean scales on the floor
Birds on inside/outside of the trap its early in the morning
Birds on inside/outside of the trap its early in the morning
Birds on inside/outside of the trap its early in the morning

Watch out who you hang with this shit can get dangerous
I sat back and watch my one dawg Co-De turn into the plaintiff
It was all clear for me to see at one point now this shit all tinted tainted
Tell em cut the shit this not skit not for the entertainment
Why the fuck they disconnect me cant even call my brodie back
Before you run with that gwop just think of all that come attached
On the road im runnin to them riches I aint lookn back
7 in the mornin birds on inside/outside of the trap

Birds on inside/outside of the trap its early in the morning
Birds on inside/outside of the trap -

Ion wanna be in here man some dont feel right
I wont pickin up the phone call bro was thinkin we was alll gone
Ion wanna be in here man some dont feel right
Im seeing all the way close in im lookin for the door
Run it up get jewels for family just as flawless as it get
When I say its been 10 years since I last seen my dawg man I aint kidding
Load it up then we gone spin back do what it do cuz I aint finished
I done fucked off so many 10 packs young nigga blew it on bad decisons
Im in the trap with bag & pigeons I pitch in on gettin new bags & pigeons
In whip and I'm passin the piggy dont think you gone get me you packin a hemi
At the bank with a bag and a pen dont fuck with bidness jus have the percentage
All the bros at the trap and we bippin we got the birds outside and in it

Birds on inside/outside of the trap its early in the morning
Birds on inside/outside of the trap -

Early in the morning

LYRICS:

Usually entertainment but this time we kickin shit official
Used to stayin humble but bout that money he gone press the issue
Go on in straight at em whats the point of all that sneak dissing
Stabbed em in the back still at the table tryna eat with em
Knowing shit is different from what we imagined in the beginning 
17 left momma crib that seal aint pop its been a minute
17 left momma crib aint seen my pops its been a minute
All that time I wasted on cases thinking the judge was finna end me
Bro bought the Quagen by the case he said he havin plenty
All them drugs he take without no chaser finna go buy a kidney
Now everybody sippin green lean all a sudden
One more red flag and im puttin out the green on ya brother
We was trappin bags with triple beam aint evenhave a button
That aint the same type of drank as me nigga they done cut it
We come with baby bottles of Barney like the Flintstones
Fish scale, and them bowls in whips with 5 percent on em.

Usually entertainment but this time we kickin shit official
Used to stayin humble but bout that money he gone press the issue
Go on in straight at em whats the point of all that sneak dissing
Stabbed em in the back still at the table tryna eat with em
Knowing shit is different from what we imagined in the beginning 
17 left momma crib that seal aint pop its been a minute
17 left momma crib aint seen my pops its been a minute
All that time I wasted on cases thinking the judge was finna end me
Bro bought the Quagen by the case he said he havin plenty
All them drugs he take without no chaser finna go buy a kidney
Now everybody sippin green lean all a sudden
One more red flag and im puttin out the green on ya brother
We was trappin bags with triple beam aint evenhave a button
That aint the same type of drank as me nigga they done cut it
We come with baby bottles of Barney like the Flintstones
Fish scale, and them bowls in whips with 5 percent on em.



Been A Minute

Produced by: ?????

Lyrics:

Finna catch me a kill and reload when the clip gettin lower
Finna run down with the mob in Duos, Squads, Trios and Solo
I ain't talkin bout a exit when I say I'm gettin off
I ain't ridin in a Lexus when I say I'm gettin over
He could get put on Tee but he aint playin the golf 
These niggas riding the road but hesitate to get over   
I'm just a young nigga gettin paid R.I.P to Dolph 
Niggas hate to see you getting paid know you finna blow up
Nigga do it cuz he love the game everyday he show up
Need a sling cuz the kick from the K finna fuck up my shoulder

They less and less proud everyday you get older
Just facing my problems, Not bouncin I roll wit em
And they saying that cash on the floor ima go get it
Oh he runnin inside then we kickin the door for em
Need residual currency pay me in dough form
Niggas ran back into me I see that you dont learn
In the streets you in debt pay it back to the trap firm
All my folks standin up in the back like a bad perm
Puttin belt to the ass on em
Words gettin under they skin like a tat on em
All these tennis ass niggas we aint goin forth and back wit em
You dont wanna see Bean with a ski he gone cap sum
You dont wanna see T with a G he gone pack sum
Threw the plug a couple Gs on ya head finna racks sum
We aint doing Tai Chi but a nigga might whack sum
We was moving hella Ps and Keys thru the Pac Sun

Finna catch me a kill and reload when the clip gettin lower
Finna run down with the mob in Duos, Squads, Trios and Solo
I ain't talkin bout a exit when I say I'm gettin off
I ain't ridin in a Lexus when I say I'm gettin over
He could get put on Tee but he aint playin the golf 
These niggas riding the road but hesitate to get over   
I'm just a young nigga gettin paid R.I.P to Dolph 
Niggas hate to see you getting paid know you finna blow up
Nigga do it cuz he love the game everyday he show up
Need a sling cuz the kick from the K finna fuck up my shoulder

Warzone

Produced by Shxrkz x Level

Lyrics:

Stick right by that money on the dresser, no pressure
Gotta go get it can't sit back and wait, Damn
They wanna know what you gone do for the pape
They wanna know what you gone do for the pape
I'm the last nigga standin nigga Royal Rumble
Know my face good I'm gettin passes anywhere I want
Free my nigga Rack you gettin stabbed you on the wrong block
Nigga played the middle fucked the bidness up and turnt out all the numbers

Need the scale and dixie cup before I get the Funnel
Did the Chev for like 50k and all I took was 9
Took a swig of this here Courvoisier, I feel like Busta Rhymes
When the paper in and the posse here it feel like perfect time
I'm boutta take this long drive paper loading whole run
Feel like i hit a line drive, bases loaded, Home run
Before you push me over or try think you should let me tell you sum
They call me Swiss army knife I got everything in one
Lemme know what you need, Ima say a number
Don't be tryna get this shit for free, you know you paying somethin
I send them shooters out to visit niggas that aint enough
Aint slappin wrist when I jump out the pivot thats a And 1
I been tryna keep it humble kill em off the cameras
I been ballin hard but dont play ball the money handler
Double cup of kick stand I'm sleepin while I'm standing up 
I grab a mag and hit the door, Im finna sweep just like the janitor
We all some one of ones in this team its no comparing us
Always talkin bout the drink cuz its always here in front me
Always talkin bout the banks cuz its all about the money

Stick right by that money on the dresser, no pressure
Gotta go get it can't sit back and wait, Damn
They wanna know what you gone do for the pape
They wanna know what you gone do for the pape
I'm the last nigga standin nigga Royal Rumble
Know my face good I'm gettin passes anywhere I want
Free my nigga Rack you gettin stabbed you on the wrong block
Nigga played the middle fucked the bidness up and turnt out all the numbers

Royale Rumble

Produced by JimmNasty

Lyrics

(JimmNasty, R U NOT PAYING ATTENTION?)

Fuck
Tryna turn ya back on the clique nigga say that
Got them hawks in sky with them Macs finna spray that
If you see me in the spot holla back for a play
KOD throw a light 20 pack while I lay back

Tryna make another 100k for the Mayback
Tryna get rich as fuck as a payback
I got No CDL no credentials
But I'm runnin that road like a racetrack
Spin and we spinnin again I'm with twin and we back on that bullshit
Been on it since way back
And I'm havin my way and they hate that
See em tryna copy the swag tryna take that

Copy the Sw-
Tryna copy the swag tryna take that
He a youngboul nigga he a son
Tryna be Jimm tell a nigga to sit back
Feel like Zig cuz this shit 1of1
4 Nick wit the big cannon this shit like a drum
Call em Pappy it got his mans pickin em up
Talkin action but dont wanna see whats in the trunk
Think we cappin then nigga come see for yourself
Nigga come see for yourself 
Tote the woodgrain he get put on a shelf
I got the solid and liquid in green ones good for you ones poor for your health
Yeah I got what you need but tryna rob me ain't good for ya health
We can both up it but ima do the deed 
ima squeeze and clear the scene til aint nobody left
when it come to cheese call me Jimmy-Boyardee
You can keep the recipes cuz ima be the chef
Ridin thru the city tryna come for everything
I remember all them days we was sleeping in the jects 

I'm Tryna make another 100k for the Mayback
Tryna get rich as fuck as a payback
I got No CDL no credentials
But I'm runnin that road like a racetrack
Spin and we spinnin again I'm with twin and we back on that bullshit
Been on it since way back
And I'm havin my way and they hate that
See em tryna copy the swag tryna take that


On The Radar (Prod by JimmNasty)

Produced by Young Madz

Lyrics:

(Tay$in)
I been runnin up that bag, runnin up that cash
Tryna get that stack, nigga get way back
Runnin up that bag, runnin up that cash
Tryna keep that stack, make me flick my- my wrist
Fuck what he said that nigga aint on shit
Nigga gone make me mad might flick my wrist
I just been runnin laps I hit them tracks i cannot miss
I just been comin first I cannot fuck with last I know they pissed

(JimmNasty)
Runnin up bags yeah I know that they pissed
I was too busy for get-back be happy the kid went legit
If we doin the bidness you better be snappy to get my percentage
We might speed up the track good luck keepin up with us
And I feel like a Maverick the way we get Bucks at the center
Niggas ran outta luck had the touch of beginners
You can run Forrest Gump cuz we gettin up wit ya
Niggas talkin to he got stuck and he pinched em
Tried to fake hang in the club then we lynched em
Ain't no giving out passes you goin to detention
To them niggas turnt they back yeah you gone wish you with it
Way the nigga made the pass you could put it on the Center
In the field dont need the pads cuz I'm knowing they aint hittin
Got a switch slight of hand keep it lowkey
Called them shooters on the roof said thats Ode
Got extendos attached to Nintendos
And the whole team gettin to the Yoshis
Call up Wavy he slide in the Benzo
Free Spazz he was tryna feed the whole team
Fuck racksta but we dont want em in there
But it's no going back when you talk to the police
And they call em Sam James way I'm taxin you know a nigga gettin to the money
(Gettin to the money)
When I pull to the place think I work in waste way the shit get dumpin
(Shit get dumpin)
In the lab yeah its no need to reach cuz you know im finna teach a nigga somethin
(Teach a nigga Sum)
When you get to the bag all season you know you got a nigga pissed off
(know you got a nigga pissed off)

I been runnin up that bag, runnin up that cash
Tryna get that stack, nigga get way back
Runnin up that bag, runnin up that cash
Tryna keep that stack, make me flick my- my wrist
Fuck what he said that nigga aint on shit
Nigga gone make me mad might flick my wrist
I just been runnin laps I hit them tracks i cannot miss
I just been comin first I cannot fuck with last I know they pissed

They Pissed (Feat. Tay$in)

Produced by JimmNasty

Lyrics:

Free all my niggas I'm sittin back and wishing they were here
Bro left the crib with the Drake wit em since then nothing was the same
Said roll another one thats idle and I'm tryns feel the pain
Pour all my problems in this pint I'm finna wash it with the drank
Bro won a title with that iron he wont a fighter but hes a tank
Been a whole hour brodie aint tired of swiping powder off that sink
In the trap with a towel over his face, look like taliban
I reached when he walked up on me thought it wasnt safe and damn near popped a fan
Look like he popped a xan cant comprehend he going in and out
Go long for the pape like its football but we go on different routes
Everytime we hit a drought up in the North we goin to the South
Send em in a couple quick bands it aint nun wipe it out
Can't do no bidness with no petty bitch gotta watch em cuz they flaw
Cant give these burners back you play for keeps when coppin thats the law
We hang with hoopers on and off the court aint talkin Basketball
sat back and waited use to play the curb and now we talkin off

Bro having pape from all the shit he gettin off but now chainlink fence for fuckin wit the fentanyl
still in disbelief with brodie why the fuck you into that
And how the fuck you gettin bagged and I still ain't get a call
We was just all tryna get out Spazz and now its free em all
How the fuck we go from all laughs to tryna reinact
At the teller fillin up them bags with hella greenbacks
and these niggas tellin so don't even ask where them feins at 

Free all my niggas I'm sittin back and wishing they were here
Bro left the crib with the Drake wit em since then nothing was the same
Said roll another one thats idle and I'm tryns feel the pain
Pour all my problems in this pint I'm finna wash it with the drank
Bro won a title with that iron he wont a fighter but hes a tank
Been a whole hour brodie aint tired of swiping powder off that sink
In the trap with a towel over his face, look like taliban
I reached when he walked up on me thought it wasnt safe and damn near popped a fan
Look like he popped a xan cant comprehend he going in and out
Go long for the pape like its football but we go on different routes
Everytime we hit a drought up in the North we goin to the South
Send em in a couple quick bands it aint nun wipe it out
Can't do no bidness with no petty bitch gotta watch em cuz they flaw
Cant give these burners back you play for keeps when coppin thats the law
We hang with hoopers on and off the court aint talkin Basketball
sat back and waited use to play the curb and now we talkin off

Basketball (Prod by JimmNasty)

Produced by Jhinttt x bob

Lyrics:

No BM, the Two Beamer kid (Let me talk to em)
I ran up 40 bands before you seen a 10
Never met with Khalid in the yams but we proceed to win
The force feeling something like a fan but this the F&N (Let me talk to em)
We gettin chicken in don't care the seasoning
My dawg good in the spot as long as he ain't got no fleas with him (Let me talk to em)
Once you hop up in the car it ain't no freezin up
Keep the stick my wrist on hockey yall can keep the puck

100s, 10s, 50s, 20s, Yall can keep the ones
How they gettin to the funds yeah we doing different stuff
Catch up if you can i swear yall ain't keepin up
He need the jwet for the bands but his mans tryna keep it tucked
Ain't lookin to the left or right boy you know the vision tunnel
This shit is all in perfect timing so you know ima keep it going
Not a celebration without the cake so you gotta keep the commas
Wake up feel like its my birthday every single morning
That lil shit you mad that ain't really nun
Lets go hit the road and get some more
All the shit nigga told us it aint addin up
Ridin in the Tesla with the Cena tints, you ain't seeing me
Ain't talm bout a blunt but its a facer when I goto PNC
Sliding down Ocean Drive
Niggas tryna copy all the waves
Shawty wanna vibe but she didnt really comprehend 
The spot I'm droppin by most likely the spot I'm droppin in
Im on a different time but from the start it was about the ends

No BM, the Two Beamer kid (Let me talk to em)
I ran up 40 bands before you seen a 10
Never met with Khalid in the yams but we proceed to win
The force feeling something like a fan but this the F&N (Let me talk to em)
We gettin chicken in don't care the seasoning
My dawg good in the spot as long as he ain't got no fleas with him (Let me talk to em)
Once you hop up in the car it ain't no freezin up
Keep the stick my wrist on hockey yall can keep the puck



Talk to em

Produced by @zmny x @Slimemaco

Lyrics:

(Bows in the back of the trap)

(Bows in the back of the trap)

(Yeah, Bows in the back of the trap)

Bos in the back of the trap and I'm gettin it off

Might pack it and ship like the X

Gotta move tact round the Feds, I aint sittin around

Class is in session ima teach em a lesson

Niggas move foul with the teck is you gettin it now

Gotta keep me weapon when im gettin possessions

Cuz the word it was gettin around -

Aint no lackin when I'm in ya town

Not a bar but we sending them rounds

Tried to run but we pinnin him now

Wit BigWill and we grimacing down

In them whips so we tintin em now

We part of the five percenters

Me and T backin out the Foreigns

TM been riding in the track niggas askin what the bidness

23 Jag now I'm acting like I'm Jimmy

Feel like Bean on the road to the riches

Niggas see its paper there waiting on the floor & they aint goin to get it

23 Jag now I'm acting like I'm Jimmy

Feel like Bean on the road to the riches

Niggas see its paper there waiting on the floor & they aint goin to get it

23 Jag now I'm acting like I'm Jimmy

Niggas see its paper there waiting on the floor & they aint goin to get it

23 Jag now I'm acting like I'm Jimmy

Niggas see its paper there waiting on the floor & they aint goin to get it


BOTS

Produced by TsunamiSoSlime

Lyrics:

I'm really gettin to it I dont need to chat about a win
Like Men in Black I'm back to back with bro with gats we bout to spin
Shades comin Cartier adn Gucci for the cardigan
We dont sip Bacardi here ain't tryna make the party end
Sippin Drank early with my gnarlys mix it with the tens
Why we get into this money got me fallin off with some my friends
Can't help but think when see you callin what we all done did
Tryna call and say ya bit but I dont wanna listen

Gettin paper since the flip and motorolas
Shit really meant the word to me when Bodie told me I was goated
Seen some niggas fall when they was supposed to have the team to hold em
Its like a kitchen in the whip; burners cutters, and we keep them toasters
I'm at the bank but I'm finna skate I think they see we posers
Hold on maintain, they dont know
Real drank and it sink, it dont float
Bro was once in a war he invested in tanks and armor
Seen him walk outta court faced 20 years and still didnt thank your honor
Stick him up in wintertime but that heat hotter than the Summer
Can't put yo blick down if you roll with me on this ride so is you comin
How the fuck niggas skip town and niggas still denied us for them numbers
Woke up seen a New Balance thats how I found out I loss my runner
I need two cups when I sip on that mud thats how I'm coming
Send shots but what you talkin bout if you aint Drummond
The entertainment is some to laugh about, real life the shit aint funny

I'm really gettin to it I dont need to chat about a win
Like Men in Black I'm back to back with bro with gats we bout to spin
Shades comin Cartier adn Gucci for the cardigan
We dont sip Bacardi here ain't tryna make the party end
Sippin Drank early with my gnarlys mix it with the tens
Why we get into this money got me fallin off with some my friends
Can't help but think when see you callin what we all done did
Tryna call and say ya bit but I dont wanna listen

Listen

Produced by Johnny Ghosst

Lyrics: 
 
uh

Im runnin to that pape racin, a nigga gotta impatient

Lawyers teamed up to get my brother free, i think they masons

My nigga Gutta cut into me told me he dont speak on Facetime

Be patient bro keep working moneys coming its gone take time

Half these niggas they aint even street the more I think about it

Pour a double cup and roll a blunt im finna face mine

Everytime a double cup put me to sleep im having dreams about 

all the things we need in life, knowing its gone take time

my trap jumpin im goin to work double gs to pay the fine

gotta keep an exact number when it comes to the drank only need me to pay for the line

gotta keep an exact nnumber when it come to the perks only need me to pay for the bundle

and the strap on my lap I dont reach for the gun

 cuz we dont even waste time

In the trap sleep on a bunk

If i walk in the spot im gettin what i want

And the jeans be a rack the shoes twelve hundred

now a days dont need to check the price

uh

Im runnin to that pape racin, a nigga gotta impatient

Lawyers teamed up to get my brother free, i think they masons

My nigga Gutta cut into me told me he dont speak on Facetime

Be patient bro keep working moneys coming its gone take time

Half these niggas they aint even street the more I think about it

Pour a double cup and roll a blunt im finna face mine

Everytime a double cup put me to sleep im having dreams about 

all the things we need in life, knowing its gone take time

my trap jumpin im goin to work double gs to pay the fine

gotta keep an exact number when it comes to the drank only need me to pay for the line

gotta keep an exact nnumber when it come to the perks only need me to pay for the bundle

and the strap on my lap I dont reach for the gun

 cuz we dont even waste time

In the trap sleep on a bunk

If i walk in the spot im gettin what i want

And the jeans be a rack the shoes twelve hundred

now a days dont need to check the price

Time (Prod. Johnny Ghosst)

Lyrics:

New Jacket from Rich on this shit fit like a snuggie
Walk in this bitch with a backpack filled with 100 racks this shit bout to get ugly
We ain't even come with no security the drake gone get em back if a nigga try to touch me
I had to bring out the Swiffer yeah the play it was dusty
I'm in the field and I ball like im playing the Rugby
Nigga said he sending out shots but he aint on the block that nigga just play in the mentions
On the block tryna focus on the dice game nigga getting popped cuz he wasn't paying attention

 I was pullin out the lot when she seen me in the Bently
And nigga aint nobody hotter everybody say it with me
There aint nobody hotter
Aint nobody hot as me yeah tell somebody get the fire team here
Road running in exotic Vs yeah niggas getting to a lot of cheese yeah
She want kick it with the whole team well tell the lil bitch to roll the weed up
Oh you sippin on the codeine well tell lil bro to pour me up
Aint nobody hot as me yeah tell somebody get the fire team here
Road running in exotic Vs yeah niggas getting to a lot of cheese yeah
She want kick it with the whole team well tell the lil bitch to roll the weed up
Oh you sippin on the codeine well tell lil bro to pour me up

Coulda been Coulda Been Records how I stand on business
No we aint with the trolling gotta be a real deal street nigga from the trenches to get an audtion
Gotta finish ya sentence
Use to be my dawg til you turn to a mice nigga doing the snitching
Remember them days me and bro we was sippin that green baby bop now we doing the grimace
Fuck nigga get crossed why you tryna defend me
We off Espolon they was off the Henny
We gone spend it all while you pinch the penny
All my niggas ball yeah we start to finish

I was pullin out the lot when she seen me in the Bently
And nigga aint nobody hotter everybody say iit with me
There aint nobody hotter
Aint nobody hot as me yeah tell somebody get the fire team here
Road running in exotic Vs yeah niggas getting to a lot of cheese yeah
She want kick it with the whole team well tell the lil bitch to roll the weed up
Oh you sippin on the codeine well tell lil bro to pour me up
Aint nobody hot as me yeah tell somebody get the fire team here
Road running in exotic Vs yeah niggas getting to a lot of cheese yeah
She want kick it with the whole team well tell the lil bitch to roll the weed up
Oh you sippin on the codeine well tell lil bro to pour me up

JimmNasty

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