Ohh this it bruhh. I'm feeling it keep it going 🔥🔥🔥

Let's go

Yeah, Ayy, La-Da-Da-Da-Da
Yeah, Ayy, La-Da-Da-Da-Da (yeah, yeah)

Oh, Whoa-Whoa, Oh Whoa-Whoa (ahh)
Oh, Whoa-Whoa

Girl I swear you so damn fine to me, Baby tell me what you really want, girl what you need (yeah)
I could really put you in that Gucci, In that Louis V, brand new double C's
Yeah I could tell that you one of a kind lil' shorty come and ride with me
Fuck it, baby, let's just roll some weed, La-da-da-da-da

If it ain't about dinero, then I don't know nada
She said she don't fuck with Balenciaga, she like Prada
Yeah, that's on my mama, I swear on everything
Lil' mama built just like a model

Ayy, I'm just all up in my zone, yeah
Why people keep callin' my phone, yeah
I gotta get it, let's go, ahh
These niggas ain't even know (let's go)

Let's get it, let's go
She in love with my flow
Reminiscing back then, I ain't have shit to do
Now I got me some goals

Did it all on my own
And I'm always staying
10 toes through this shit, right or wrong (let's go)

Yeah, Ayy, La-Da-Da-Da-Da
Yeah, Ayy, La-Da-Da-Da-Da (yeah, let's go)

Oh, Whoa-Whoa, Oh Whoa-Whoa (ahh)
Oh, Whoa-Whoa

Girl I swear you so damn fine to me, Baby tell me what you really want, girl what you need (yeah)
I could really put you in that Gucci, In that Louis V, brand new double C's
Yeah I could tell that you one of a kind lil' shorty come and ride with me
Fuck it, baby, let's just roll some weed, La-da-da-da-da

If it ain't about dinero, then I don't know nada
She said she don't fuck with Balenciaga, she like Prada
Yeah, that's on my mama, I swear on everything
Lil' mama built just like a model

dinero! prod. whosraff

introverted

ear<prod.jezhoker.mp4

check (p. yonko + 1kjuice + 1onlyxo)

AyeKayy - fl!p my benz

[Lyrics]

I got that ice on my neck, I got that ice on my wrist 
Nigga, like, who is you talkin' to reckless
In my career, yeah I'm truly invested
I ain't no killer, but nigga, don't test me
Kickin' shit, but I am not Leo Messi
If you fuckin' with me, it could get hella messy
These niggas actin' like these bitches, they zesty

White boy, he the plug, call him Wesley
I ain't your homie, don't call me your bestie
Nigga, like, who is you talkin' to reckless
I don't be playin' that shit, I'ma check it
I be in the bed with my bitch, leave her breathless
She moppin' me up in the morning for breakfast
I got 150 on the dash, I swear I'm goin' too fast, but I ain't bout to crash

I don't even care what you be on, I just be movin' solo dolo
I swear these lil' niggas be actin' like hoes
I ain't tryna talk, don't be hittin' my phone
Yeah, I'm in the zone, I'm always on go, yeah
Always gotta keep that pole, yeah
You always gotta keep that pole, just in case you gotta let some go
Bring 'em hellcats out yeah, we gon' ride tonight 
I'm ready to knock a nigga out like Pacquiao
Cause I ain't goin' out without a fight
And don't be comin' with all of that bullshit
Cause my nigga, I can see through your lies
Yeah, I'm finna spaz on a couple of beats
Y'all ain't fuckin' with me, I'm that blasian nigga with that heat

I got that ice on my neck, I got that ice on my wrist 
Nigga, like, who is you talkin' to reckless
In my career, yeah I'm truly invested
I ain't no killer, but nigga, don't test me
Kickin' shit, but I am not Leo Messi
If you fuckin' with me, it could get hella messy
These niggas actin' like these bitches, they zesty

White boy, he the plug, call him Wesley
I ain't your homie, don't call me your bestie
Nigga, like, who is you talkin' to reckless
I don't be playin' that shit, I'ma check it
I be in the bed with my bitch, leave her breathless
She moppin' me up in the morning for breakfast
I got 150 on the dash, I swear I'm goin' too fast, but I ain't bout to crash

I'm going too fast

Yeah, on God
Bullshit, Fuck 12 nigga

Y'all boutta feel what I'm sayin
Y'all really bout to feel my pain
All of this shit that I gotta deal with
This shit be really for real
This shit be fuckin' with my mind
I don't know how to deal
But I ain't finna take that pill (oh, whoa)
Yeah, it's about 9:30 some
Me and my girl tryna get home and shit
Yeah, but 12 was posted by that church, now ain't this bout a bitch
Them bitch ass niggas startin' flashin' lights and askin' shit
But me and my shorty we ain't guilty
Nigga, we innocent

Now we locked up in the pen
For an empty pen
I'm like, bruh, this some bogus shit
Like, what is this
Yeah, Got me in that beast mode
And I ain't even supposed to be in this bitch
I'm usin' pay phones
But now it got me thinkin' in my cell
Like, why they say it for
Them Crackers said my whip
It smell like weed
Them niggas trippin', yo
I swear to God, I got no sleep first night that cell was cold as hell
And I ain't even gon lie, damn near went crazy
I couldn't even tell
Yeah, but I don't even got no time
To trip, I ain't trippin
Because I'm out on bail
And I ain't even got shit else to say
But my nigga bruh fuck 12
That's on God
On, my momma, yeah, fuck 12
I swear to God all these pussy lil niggas
All goin' to hell


(Fuck 12 nigga)

Bitch

Invested/Jail Story (Prod. AVRGE)

shoot that block up w/ cayo

that’s okay (ft. PUNX) (prod. perc1)

GHOST(YWG HAUNTED)

Next drop in the misundxrstood catalog got a open song from D6andz

In The City ft Misundxrstood with D6andz

i love making melodic music tune listen while smokin listen while fuckin fuck it listen at ya grannies funera;

Falling prod LOWTYED feat KID AMOR

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Invested/Jail Story (Prod. AVRGE)

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