The vibe here too mature to ignore. i wanna help, we takin you 📈

Damn bro this shit jus got me thru sumn gang , fuck these whores bro bitches ain’t shyt but im him gang let’s fuckin stack some bread

Blood on Face (prod. Ochoo)

je vous soubaite d’être follement aimée

my wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.

xtsy* - sign the will (bl4cko + whosbrando)

produced by neptune

imogen heap - headlock

headlock

prod @tiago @cinco

Lyrics "otften"-uhretroz

I don't do this often, bottles that I'm poppin
She so wet all over my floor, she get to moppin
Bitch, I rock Balenciaga every time I walk in
(Yeah), yeah, you wanna talk bout cash, bih lets talk bout cash,

Bad luh bitch, wasn't happy with her body, bought her brand new ass
bih I bought out that GT 911, bitch, I push the gas
Bitch I fuck a white hoe, till her booty red look like a rash,
I got 20K up on my distro dashboard

Nigga cappin, he be in the house, ain't got no passport
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
I don't do this often, I'm bottle poppin
She off the 1942, start pussy poppin

She love to throw it on me every time I walk in
Ha, bitch, I need my space
I fuck with foreign hoes, I don't even know her race, no
I love them Ben Franks, I play with it like Play-Doh

All this shit talkin finna give yo ass a halo
I don't do this often, bottles that I'm poppin
She so wet all over my floor, she get to moppin
Bitch, I rock Balenciaga every time I walk in
Yeah, yeah, you wanna talk bout cash, bih lets talk bout cash,

Bad luh bitch, wasn't happy with her body, bought her brand new ass
bih I bought out that GT 911, bitch, I push the gas
Bitch I fuck a white hoe, till her booty red look like a rash,
I got 20K up on my distro dashboard

Nigga cappin, he be in the house, ain't got no passport
(Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah)
I don't do this often, I'm bottle poppin
She off the 1942, start pussy poppin

She love to throw it on me every time I walk in (yeah)

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Lyrics

(yea yea yea)
(Chorus)
Outside of this sh*t, I’m flippin’ packs I feel like Al Capone
Brodie sip the lean, pop the perc, now he feelin’ throwed
Brodie on that team, he gon’ slide, he gon’ up the score
Locked in like a b*tch, you been on d*ck, he just my f*ckin kid
Shooter gotta lazy eye, that boy built like f*ckin Sid (Sid the Sloth)
Boy you just my child, you jack my flow, you jack my swag
F*cked your h*e, I’m going dumb, went and bought her birkin bag
Shoutout bro, makin’ bands ha, we been in the trap
I blow it up, like Walter White, We ain’t talkin’ breakin bad

(Spents Verse)
Big A*s strap like Al Capone
Tame a B*tch like Minecraft Bone
Run up in your F*ckin* home (On God)
Yea, I’m thinking with the K
Brodie keep on playing with me we gon’ up sh*t in his face
(Bright and Spents)
I up the fye, dump the mag, B*tch I like to spray
H-H-Hop out while it’s bright we doin sh*t right in broad day
Sh*t I know that I’m the kid, I done paved the f*ckin way
G-Got your B*tch she in my Trackhawk and she trying to give me face

(Chorus)
Outside of this sh*t, I’m flippin’ packs I feel like Al Capone
Brodie sip the lean, pop the perc, now he feelin’ throwed
Brodie on that team, he gon’ slide, he gon’ up the score

(Freemason Verse)
B*tch best believe I’m touching provolone
Me and my boys on that block, yea that’s the wave I’m on
If I call my gang, they up that Glock cause they be moving wrong
If I walk around I’m with that knock no I don’t move alone (B*tch!)
Dunk that b*tch from 10 feet out I feel like Karl Malone (Oh let’s go!)
On that block I air it out, I spray like new cologne (Soray it out!)
Yea! Up in France I’m up in Pavyllon (F*ck they talking about !)
Yea, I slide dolo walk this path alone (Slide dolo!)
Black out Maybach
On my way back
B*tch don’t say that
I get up in my bag 
B*tch I really count cash (Say what!)
B*tch I really tote gat (Say what!)
B*tch I really smoke gas (Say what!)
B*tch I’m first and you last (Say what!)

(Chorus)
Outside of this sh*t, I’m flippin’ packs I feel like Al Capone
Brodie sip the lean, pop the perc, now he feelin’ throwed
Brodie on that team, he gon’ slide, he gon’ up the score

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