1/28/24

one of my fav unreleased

lyrics 


Shawty too bad 

Know she gon hang by my side 

Stick to myself baby im clutching on my 9

And that bitch just wanna kick it in my ride 

Said "I wont leave you"

You dont got no money, nigga, she wont see you 

Shawty said " ts forever, i wont leave you"

Brudda told me keep my head up, bitches see through



Some niggas i cant trust

Huh

Aint no bitches i cant love

All those happy memories for a buck 

Said she love me, so cap, know that she tweakin off the drugs 


When you just get paid, the only time she'll be around

Youll get laid, she gets what she wants, even with a smile

Yeah she use you, then she lose you 

Been there, look at me now

She'll abuse you, fucking screw you

Tryna knock somebody down 

Shawty too bad 

Know she gon hang by my side 

Stick to myself clutching on my 9

And that bitch just wanna kick it in my ride 

Said "I wont leave you"

You dont got no money, nigga, she wont see you 

Shawty said " ts forever, i wont leave you"

Brudda told me keep my head up, bitches see through

See Through (vitamnns)

sample: Mr.Countalot by @thekidbbs


lyrics:

i get- 

i get hella bands

this shit in my pants

we shoot down yo mans

yuh

CZG, yeah, thats my kin 

yo bitch said that im her ken

not no barbie, not yo mans 

yuh

bend the block like once again

said that i wont leave you, bitch im not yo man

ill know im up when i see fans

that bitch wanna pull my pants down

get so high ill never land




(verse)

and she love how i sing

if she not for me, then best believe ill break bread for the team

and my niggas buying that celine, we spending that cash and we dont gotta think

World Class, put 30k on yo head

im getting money lil bitch im a fiend

and young nigga feeling like bruce we gon drop em off even for a mink.

(get low, get low)

im off da drink get low, young nigga pouring a 4

getting bands we dont fuck wit broke niggas i get money nigga i want more

theres a lotta thought into this dough nigga, i get money nigga i wont fold

huh, huh, huh

im just tryna get gone

off the perks baby leave me 'lone

gotta gen 5 this shit loaded, ima play that bitch like a trombone

off the shrooms, nigga, got me floating

show a rack then she drop her thong

huh

niggas be so fake

that nigga dead on the scene, guess thats DOA (dead on arrival)

huh

my niggas fuck wit fiends

smuggle all that dope

niggas talk on the gang, best believe we gon let it blow

(ah, ah, ah)

(brand new whip and the coupe got stars)

(shawty she say ima star)

(this stick gon sing and its loaded, i play with the jawns like guitar)

(and i been so up that they notice, get the bag thats what i came for)

(im on the-)

(get low, get low)

(pop out wit double fours, free zay he on parole)

(get the bag, follow)

(watch how fast i go)

(see them forgiatos, and we got them fully autos)

(we gon flip them like a bottle)

(huh, bullets flying, homicide)

(i get racks, you do not)

(put it in the bag, put it in the box)

(better call me Mr.Countalot)

(throw it up, let it drop)

(throw it up, let it drop)

(better call me Mr.Countalot)

sum 2 prove (prod me)

kuu