ydkily

GLS RADIO 3

Fuck bout what she said I know I’m that boy 
I know I’m that boy, got her by my side 
Trueys on my ass, smoking till I’m dead 
I might pop a bar, pop em till I’m dead 
Suck me I’m like ahh, then I kick her out 
Why she on my ass?, now she on my block 
Damn I miss the block, hope they free my blood 
I don’t need no help, do this for myself 

yea I’m by myself, I ain’t need no help 
Im already high, I’m so low 
Im already gone, I love drugs 
Know you want me gone, I’m so high 
Hmm 

Pop a pill make it all go up 
All go away 

Off a pill, it’s all my fault 
All my fault, it’s all my fault 
You know imma ball of you switch right up
We gon mop em up if he take my blood 
All my blood, All my fault 

If he talking spice we gon turn him to pack  
Hit ‘em in the chest bullets comin out his back 
Said she wanna eat me up, meet me im the back 
Posted with V21 I’m that 

Let these niggas know that they can’t go 
Pussy niggas goin where they can’t go 
I don’t wanna be stuck on the same hoe
All these niggas lame, why they lame bro ?

p. angldust + didntleave

lemonade music video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6R-RxFZgzgE&lc=Ugyyj9KVebxXezjoFXl4AaABAg

lemonade

you dont know i love you, and now you wont ever

prod angldust and king felix

Lyrics:

I get high a lot, I gotta get you gone
Cold like November, new pint imma pour
I know you a whore, shoot like Tyler perry
Like what the fuck you tellin her?
I up that pole then see him rot
Head tap get em gone
Hate us can't catch us
Same niggas can't catch up
Gave that boy a fuckin tape up
Nigga talk down where you at boy
Big bands imma top boy
With the gang envoy
Big bands needa invoice

These niggas be bots
Swear I want my spot
Yea I been goin hard
Swear these hoes don't got no father
And the niggas be some bothers
Yea thoughts been gettin dark
I put my tail lights on
Then put that put that body in the trunk
These niggas so dumb, nigga read a book
Hate it when they talk, these niggas illiterate
Hate it when she talk, I hate that bitch cause she a bird
I swear that bitch is gettin buried I don't got time today

I get high a lot, I gotta get you gone
Cold like November, new pint imma pour
I know you a whore, shoot like Tyler perry
Like what the fuck you tellin her?
I up that pole then see him rot
Head tap get em gone
Hate us can't catch us
Same niggas can't catch up
Gave that boy a fuckin tape up
Nigga talk down where you at boy
Big bands imma top boy
With the gang envoy
Big bands needa invoice

drinkbleach

Like what up my boy 
Say what up not sayin nun 
Tell ‘em biggup my boy 
I roll up get zipped 
Yea these niggas want war 
I’m gon give them war
And bodies hit the floor 
And all these niggas poor 
And I ain’t talkin cash 
And I ain’t talkin yuh 
No I ain’t talkin cash 
Prayers for my brother 
Yuh yea yea
Prayers for my brother 
V21 no other 
Ydk ily bae
Ydk I love them all 
Please don’t run up my nigga
Choppa gon rip em apart 
We gon lift em up 
Choppa send up 
We gon make shit flock 
Get these niggas out my way 
I don’t need no one else 
I don’t need no one 
I know my hoe bad like vashti yea
I know my hoe bad like vashti 
I got my mask on like banshee 
Spin that whole 
Yea 
Spin that whole block in a taxi 
Spin that whole block Inna backseat
Yea yea 
We got drugs in here 
Need my gang wimme 
Tryna start a cult like rally

lovethemall [p. chromerax]

I got Jesus pieces on the mic so I’m praying everytime I talk 
That’s my freak ho might put the Glock in her mouth 
That’s my freak ho might put the Glock in her mouth 

Can’t sound like last year 
I ain’t soundin like last year 
Sippin on codeine not beer 
Yea yea 
Tryna spin shit no fear 
Tryna buzz go lighteryear 
Been told em it’s my year 
Straight headshots get back

Everytime I breathe
I’m smokin on dope everytime I breathe 
Breathe 
New hit smoke splee 
Splee
Sip Texas speed 
Speed 
If you run down you gon rot nigga see what I see 
Yea yea
Like wallahi 
Bitch I’m geeked up sippin red nigga like vino 
See the fake through the fuckin peep hole 
Geeked up tryna fuck a freak tho 
See the bands nigga yea I peep those 
Finna rob em might peep those 
Might rob em might rob em might rob em 
Might rob em might rob em might rob em 
Might rob em might rob em might rob em

defend !!!! the #castle !!! [p. goner]

Niggas know I’m the one so quit that playin with me 
Don’t want you to go like can you stay wit me ?
Shoe fits she me Cinderella 
Birds gon flock together she my only feather 
Don’t want them to see me in my heavy sweater 

My Cinderella 
In my own lane
Fuck I look like playin catch up ?
Catch up 

Don’t sweat it don’t blow my high 
You don’t gotta tell these niggas nun 
You don’t gotta owe these niggas nun 
Step out change the weather 
Chain my feelings 
Change my weather 

When the clock strike 12 know you won’t be here 
Don’t fear no man not fearin no one 
He gon bleed just like how I bleed 
He gon Rot nigga be where I be 
Come see what I see 

Build a castle in sandbox 
I been sittin in my tower 
Why I’m lyin all the time ?
Now I’m lyin all the time 
Yea I hate it when you cry 
Why you do it all the time 
If I could I’d waste my time with you 
If I could I’d waste my time with you 
Time

cinderella [p. dreamnote]

Can’t go where you at bro 
Post up wit my bro roll fonto 
Posted on yo block we playin hopscotch 
Hate it cause we got the block hot
Bitch im the top knotch 
That’s just how the crock pop
My bro make the block hot
Can’t fuck wit a nigga not my time bro
Tryna love one bitch ion wanna side hoe
Put ya hand back lil bro you ain’t bro
Get back bro 
You might get tanned bro
My soul been in it bro 
Touch shit I make it gold bro 
Ballin in this bitch I just might go pro
Too hot don’t touch the stove bro 
If I’m pissed off you get pissed on nigga
If I seem em imma beat em I’m the big dog nigga
I hate a Hollywood nigga
I’m good in my hood or anywhere tuh
Bad hoe pullin tracks I tear that hoe apart yuh 
New phone a new caller 
Elliante or Ben baller
And I’m wavy like some water

ihateahollywoodnigga !!!! prod primm

Huh ?
They told me stay up 
Yea they used to laugh haha
And I ain’t feel like enough 
Remember my mix was muddy 
Fucked up tryn get some money 
Don’t fuck wit em at all, fuck I need some manners for ?
Smoked cigs was rippin em 
Grew up way too fast yah 
I been on my own float 
They thought I was slow yuh 
They said imma bad kid labeled me the bad one 
They say im too bad for em, wonder where they at now ??
I got like two in the clip im boutta spin rn 
She look like she lit im boutta run that down 
Yea we left on a bad note 
I won’t waste yo time 
I won’t kill ya vibe 
Stick in the car my niggas really got stuck in the car 
Do em bad like 8 ball 
if he lie right to my face yuh 
Niggas know what we be on 
He don’t really wanna face off 
Stick really boutta break em 
Wit you by my side I ain’t really worried bout nun 
I ain’t really worried bout nun

cinderella [p. dreamnote]

ydkily (@drewaghost)