all tracks + songs involving me
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involvement

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@fibrr

Lyrics:
Baby youre living proof
That a good thing can come down and heal up every little wound
Always think of what to do 
Got me wrapped around your finger cause you

You make me crazy with you do
Know what to say to melt me to you
Girl youre so hot makes my tempurature rise 
How many times I want you by my side
You make me crazy with you do
Dont know how I could ever prove
All of the ways you make my heart start blazing
You take the sad days and make it amazing

You stay with me through tougher times
Ease my mind in the dead of night
My heart was adrift till you held it tight
Think of you from morning till the night  
Baby youre an angel in my life
Never give you struggles or strife
Shout my love for everyone to know
For you anything goes

Amazing (prod. fibrr)

nine prod fibrr + xandror2

do bout it? @1ure @fashionist @fibrr

no love letter

(O-man888) 0:00 - 0:59
(mqndy) 0:59 - 1:59
(Mo) 1:59 - 2:58
(Void) 2:58 - 3:34
(sam) 3:34 - 4:10
(HAILSTRM) 4:10 - 4:40
(Tripp) 4:40 - 5:27
(Bronya) 5:27 - 5:57
(fibrr) 5:57 - 6:33
(dj fazbear) 6:33 - 7:15
(skob) 7:15 - 7:55

luv all yall for being on my lab

SHE NOT FOR ME (JerseyClub Megalab)

i dont want to be famous. (eightstringss)

@astrmani @eightstringss

lyrics:

yuh, he tryna slide wit no mask on 
them niggas never outside when i’m out there, but they get mad when i take my ass back home 
somebody tell these lil niggas to back the fuck up cus they gon be the ones dat i blast on 
556 inna back of the truck tryna aim for a head dat my brother put cash on 

you niggas not hot 
run in his crib get his pops shot 
i was gon spin but the cops out 
nigga won’t drop dot 
i’m on her tongue like a pop rock
im tryna shoot fuck a shot clock 
boy what you lookin at
i make a band ima triple dat 
boy you a bitch gotta live wit dat
you tryna spin where yo pistol at 
you gotta chill with that 
i up chop and im rippin dat

shot clock (8strings)

@astrmani @eightstringss @concealurself

lyrics:

i slide thru the city i’m swinging da drac
niggas broke as the fuck u ain’t counting no pape
i ain’t saving no hoes, i ain’t wearing a cape
purple all in my cup, i ain’t sipping on grape
i can’t have these lil hoes in my circle, they fake 
i wake up in da lab im like “what ima make” 
gotta carry the stick when i ride thru the state
tryna tell em to slide but dat nigga gon flake 

said he spinning on who? not me 
niggas said he like dat, okay i’ll see 
nigga u is not gang no u not my g 
gen 5, make em go blind by my beam
racks coming in, niggas can’t relate to it
heard shawty tryna slide thru, put a date to it
nigga tryna duck in that v, shoot a k through it
call my slimes yea my lil niggas stay shooting 

i tell em to shoot n they not finna stop
innat srt whippin, give fuck bout a cop
bitch i’m inna black truck tryna spin thru that lot
why lil shawty keep playing, like why am i blocked
tell that boy if he play wit da fam he get shot
dis a g23 on my hip, make it pop
put a 762 thru yo whip, make it stop
im wit saints lil nigga u know how i rock

flake (8strings & akrzn)

@astrmani @eightstringss

lyrics: 

evil as shit ain’t no comp to it 
nigga talkin bout sliding, den hop to it 
i pull up to yo crib sending shots thru it 
niggas gotta lay low cus the cops moving 
why you toting dat blick u is not shooting 
bitch i been off da wock, make me talk stupid
up da chop in his trap make em stop moving 
nigga think he can fight better not do it

i got straps bitch, ruby beam and the magazine maxed bitch 
bitch i’m rockin way more than yo plaques bitch 
niggas gettin backdoored by a catfish 
got a whole lotta cash inna mattress 
put a blade onna chop make it stab bitch 
tryna slaughter yo gang since you savage 
tryna puff out yo chest like a flat bitch 

i heard a few niggas died on yo side, damn dat shit prolly terrible 
brand new p80 parts ima build it, bet if it break it’s repairable 
niggas in messages thinking they bout it, whole time im not even scared of em
niggas would spot em a opp out in public, he wouldn’t do shit but jus stare at em 

niggas hoes, niggas bitches 
niggas tote, glocks wit switches 
niggas broke, got no figures 
niggas throwed, off my hinges

unholy n evil (8strings)

@astrmani @eightstringss @prodvelourium

lyrics:

yuh, like wassup wit em
i’m outside tryna get up wit em
i heard da 556 got stuck in em
das his fault cus he ain’t have it tucked wit em
they ain’t get back they don’t know who the fuck did it
we took yo gen fuck boi better come get it 
these niggas cap for a story then run wit it
nigga, i’m tryna see wassup wit it 

wassup wit it
wassup wit it
wassup wit it
wassup wit it 
wassup wit it 
wassup wit it 
wassup wit it 
i’m still tryna see wassup wit it

these niggas love talkin shit til i pop out wit a AR 
uav, catch em onna radar
we finna walk down, he don’t stay far  
i’m tryna swipe these niggas gens cus they think they can take ours 
got a white plug lookin like okaymar 
dat boy a bum shopping at kmart 

pop out wit a mac 10
white chalk, like “what happened”
think it’s funny, why u laughing 
bet the choppa start clapping 
spin in dat srt i ain’t crashing jt
niggas not comp, these niggas not passing it 
send a shot at da whip but he not even scratching it
said he slid to my crib but he not even passionate

wassup wit it 2 (velourium & 8strings)

#bbyslime2 @astrmani @eightstringss @xandror2 @fibrr1

lyrics: 

tell dat nigga get back 

how you ain’t get back for yo fam
put a switch onna glock den im goin ham 
nigga thinkin he him, i don’t give a damn
if a catch me a opp, put dat shit on cam 

pussy boy he a cat boy, who is sam
23 holdin hollowtips, let it blam 
niggas only got sticks if it’s for da gram
hit dat boy wit a chop, i ain’t eatin lamb 

he got hit wit a glock round, issa man down 
shoot from da whip, or he gettin ran down 
boy if it’s smoke, den u gettin fanned down 
i got a drum, it can put a band down 
 
p80 glock, yea dat shit stand out
nigga u broke, can u pull a grand out
nigga u gay, why dat nigga fanned out
im on my own, ion want a hand out

i don’t want shit from u, nigga i’m on my own shit 
why u want want beef, nigga u ain’t on shit 
weird ass niggas no i dont condone shit 
youn got racks nigga you jus loan shit 

twin got a drac nigga n he blow shit 
speaking on me nigga youn know shit 
he tryna backtrack on some hoe shit 
i got my own dope yea i grow shit

getback (prod. xandro fibrr 8strings)

mani