DMC Essentials 2

Miss Me w That Bs

And I smoke so much this shit, this shit fuck up my lungs
ARP and F.N i swear that gun wont jam Yo, ex a lame istg that he aint nun
She grip it tight i call that hoe like michellin,
Time go by, still waiting for your comeback

So, so, smoking on my doja,
We pull up, blicks up, yeah, your gun down
Time goes, waiting for your comeback
hoes in yo phone im the favorite

Okay, you, M.I.A. won't come back
No, no, okay, no, okay

And I smoke so much this shit, this shit fuck up my lungs
Yo, ex a lame istg that he aint nun
Said, we in CLS, Amg, baby, in the finest
Said, I see you later and I said it one time
Bae, I see your soul, yeah, I see you through the vines
She likin what im on , I do what I never did

She love my new suits, she like the chrome
Baby, who you? Yeah, gateways you flew
We down in Florida
And time goes, waiting for your comeback

And I smoke so much this shit, this shit fuck up my lungs
ARP and F.N i swear that gun wont jam Yo, ex a lame istg that he aint nun
She grip it tight i call that hoe like michellin,
Time go by, still waiting for your comeback

So, so, smoking on my doja,

Aint Nun

Do u love me(evilqwik/wegonbeok)

realslimemali ⇀ everyday i jugg (prod. perc40)

rimobabyy ⇀ felt offended (prod. ang4l)

Stick in the goyard ft. rimobabyy (chriswiddak)

Tell Me Not! (Dex, Ang3linuh, Rimo & Des) Prod. Realxseille

government name

government name(dozefy)

rimobabyy ⇀ cant trust no1 (prod. logantoocold)

get to the bag thats a hustle
pockets green like muscle
cant fight cant do no tussle
i got hands like knuckles
stuff racks in gucci duffle
bb on my buckle
u fell outta love hoe
i might jus fuck on a stud
countin bread dont got enough
oxy got me paranoid 
he not bout it call his bluff
percs and xans to heal the void
withdrawals got me fucked up

get hella cheddar boy
got beef cant settle boy
block hot like kettle boy
rari not rental boy
sum wrong wit yo mental boy
he tryna slide he mental boy
i got beans like senzu boy
cross him out like pencil boy
bitch gimme yo dental
taste da gen5 jus like skittle
drop x in da drank it fizzle
keep drake by my side no drizzle
trap gon jump malcolm in the middle
im tryna hump but her booty little
u not wit the mob my twin he go mental
draco grah get hit w this metal
im finna slide wit a ak
gettin bands so thats y they hate me
otp wit yo hoe she like “baby”
“can u hop in that ghost n come save me”
told dat lil bitch “maybe”
like the army im rockin navy
he dissin gang he crazy
shots 2 his brain his memory hazy
goin up cant b lazy
that boy broke he waitin on payday
whip a nigga den i naenae
chop cook his ass jus like a buffet
semi auto nigga ion pump fake
geek bar smoke him den i puff vape
me n yo bitch relationship love hate
arp footlong like subway

get to the bag thats a hustle
pockets green like muscle
cant fight cant do no tussle
i got hands like knuckles
stuff racks in gucci duffle
bb on my buckle
u fell outta love hoe
i might jus fuck on a stud
countin bread dont got enough
oxy got me paranoid 
he not bout it call his bluff
percs and xans to heal the void
withdrawals got me fucked up

fucked up
try gang he fucked up
shots to yo mother
n yo lil brother
got sticks n guns yea
smoke him, doja
smokin rolls yea
smokin bowls yea