@SMOKEDOPE20166
@2016LYFE
PROD. LILFITTEDCAPP

LYRICS:
pop an opp like a zit
i get high as a bitch in this bitch
and i feel
i feel a weird ass shift
it guy like im booted off a whip
and i hear
that she really like my fit
booed up but we cant take a flick
and i fear
that i aint really shit
what the fuck
but im bossed up
baby im so rich

hella freaks in da party
good music good clothing and good marley
you aint really wanna start with me
push start it oh im oh so godly
so valid smokey
like oh me oh my please say your joking
in the function chilling
im coasting
coast to coast
off drugs im floating

if u wanna cop shit
come in my room
i got shit
make ya trip make ya feet move
please don't worry about shit but the price bro
fake ass tabs and we lit for the night hoe
i don't wanna be known as a bad guy
good guy look like me when the blood dry
falling out fuck the limelight
fuck the shine
bitch im masked up in the motherfucking daytime

In Da Party

vint

unmusique prod lucy bedroque

i am impossible prod m8i

VOMIT

ultraviolet ft prettifun prod egobreak 9lives

made this irl w/ the bros before the show 
@1crusafix @7akkiro @cruseyyyy prod @51five

@cld
Three blunts two pills I'm thrown
Black truck in the whip I'm gone
You ain't like my shit, you can suck my dick, you ain't gettin back into the show
White bitch in the back off snow
Drop track with the bros and we goin up
Too much in my cup now I'm throwin up
Took two more now I'm flyin, I'm floatin to the sky
Three AM and we fried, yeah
Too much imma die
Four hop in the ride, yeah

And I been in my zone like a TD
Come get yo bitch, yeah she needy
Pull over in the whip yeah she knee deep
5 tint on the window you can't see me, yeah

@1crusafix
My dick way too hard
Codeine love, I need some bars
Want a feat you gettin charged
Uh, boy you not runnin far
Bitch you should back up
Count up my money, got stacks up
I'm with the bros in the H and we gassed up
Movin too fast lil bitch you can't catch up
You tryna be with the bros you get packed up
I'm in the mall and I'm coppin like mad stuff
Smokin this gas, I told em to match us
I got a glock and it's under my mattress

First started, had no patience
Now I'm movin out the basement
I'm on the top floor, it's amazing
I got so much money that I'm makin
I got so much money that I'm thumbin through
Dumb bitch yeah I'm done with you
BNB posted with the troops
Talkin shit like what you finna do

@7akkiro
I'm in the BNB smoking on THC I just be smoking on strong
I got like too much gas on me so ISTG that I'm gone
I don't know, I still don't get it
Brodie be running with sticks like it's quidditch
You know we kicking this shit like it's soccer
Ain't nothing stopping til this shit get finished

I just be doin by best, I ain't doin no stress, I be puffin that bitch til it's gone
Lovin my bitch, but I tell her I block her if she tryin go do me wrong
New GLE and it got no rims
Telling my bros that we all gone win
Free all my dogs locked up in the pen
I pray to God cause I know I won't sin, ay

@cruseyyyy
My heart really not in it, yeah
Told that hoe I need a minute
We got no gas so the plug pay a visit, yeah
My squad really get spinnin
Yeah I got drank spilled all on my linen
Gas in the whip but the windows tinted, yeah

I'm done
Yeah I got gas in my lungs
I don't really go outside
Go ahead tell me what you want, yeah
So done
I don't really know no one
I just be focused on counting my funds
I crack the seal I got drank in my cup, yeah

@cld
Now they call me C D I ain't takin no L's
Prayin to God that I won't go to hell
When I'm kissin your bitch I tell her I won't tell
Cats in the whip so I'll go back and sell
Hittin that beat, no I know I can't sell
30 round drums in the trunk if you want em
Ricky, Balencie, we poppin out stuntin
Up 24 hours my drank got me buzzing
ID'd in the club I told em I'm McLovin
Got glasses on curly hair look like I'm Rogen
Pockets all Flexed up they look like Joe Rogan
Talkin that shit but I know that they trollin

Rappin til there ain't no beat left
You ain't tryna get right, you can be left
And my glasses off so I see less
Tryna say you got racks, know it's pretend
You ain't know me, that's a false pretense
Only hunnids in my wallet you can keep 10s
Got brothers on my side, I ain't need friends
Man you goin out sad, off the deep end

Three blunts two pills I'm thrown
Black truck in the whip I'm gone
You ain't like my shit, you can suck my dick, you ain't gettin back into the show
White bitch in the back off snow
Drop track with the bros and we goin up
Too much in my cup now I'm throwin up
Took two more now I'm flyin, I'm floatin to the sky
Three AM and we fried, yeah
Too much imma die
Four hop in the ride, yeah

vint

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