eyez low (ft. crmbit)

next to my bed (prod. anthony)

fallin out my pants

just a side (prod. fairoh)

in ya face (ft. vaxcie)

lames (ft. hipxint)

eyes of medusa

on that timin

at the venue (flight7n)

she wanna fuh, tell da ho no!
lyrics
we be kickin down yo door
pizzeria. i got dough
niggas my sons, copy my flow
mexican plug, fresh out da boat 
servin da white, servin the coke
niggas be funny, niggas be jokes
water on me, i needa boat 
i got that money you already know 
you dony want no smoke, boy you could choke
roll wit the bloods but i got me some locs 
dat bit on her knees i feel like the pope
nigga mad dat i fucked on his bitch im like "cope"
you needa kys, need a rope
ian wanna fuck, pass ha to bro
she wanna fuck tell da hoe no!

she wanna fuck tell da hoe no! (x8)

im in canada wit fash(ionist)
and you know we got sum multicolored cash  
twin turbos on da hellcat got it fast
yo mixtape ice spice, it got ass

uh-huh (x4)

im so high im out in space
you gon eat dese fuckin bullets, say yo grace
call me yb how we put dese guns to face 
i be gettin hella chips, frito lay

slide in an amg
he got hit, arp
yo homeboy, rip
all my opps six foot deep
we gon slide in dat jeep
make that nigga momma weep
nigga lame, he a geek
yo girl showing me her feet

tell da hoe no @me

bitch we pull up wit em glocks out
let them fuckin shots out
i get money no doubt
run up through your fuckn h-
ru-run up through your fuckin house
niggas think they got clout
but they fans dont pop out

ridin wit that xtended mag
rob that homie, get it back
you get clapped like gnat
talk down, you a body bag
smoke that boy like a pack
you think you water, boy im grass
you not my bro you gettin taxed
second st, do not fw saks

smoking boof, dont fw that
nigga dissing on me, boy imma handle that
how you tryna ego me, but you fuckin ass
y-yeah my money it retarded i got stupid racks

knockin on yo door
bitch get on yo floor
no ones gon get hurt, jus gimme yo racks bro
gun to yo head boy
shouldve not said what you said boy
fill him wit that lead boy
now he a dead boy

bullets shit his pants boy
lets go band4band boy
pockets fat like chumchum
nigga youse a fanboy

wock up in my cup boy
big chop betta duck boy
ridin wit that drum drum 
aim it at a fuckboy

choppa it like bojangles
rich nigga i still watch cable
im in the trap with zangel
thats my twin like thats mable

big scat, make way,
i got guns like payday
pulled up, they said "mayday"
hunnit round tote hk

ocarina 2 @me ##803

fallin out my pants

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