we got 5% tint they can’t see inside this baby

Underground Freshman '25

www.bryalle.com

lyrics:

Where yo' kid?
You like 30, bitch, omd
Get this shit , mm
I just put a rack, on my bitch
where yo- where yo rent
yuh
I just spent 2 bands, that's yo rent
she a friendly hoe, I just got the ick
I abandoned her, I ain't standing her, no
I'm a single nigga, yea I'm tired of these hoes

a-a-always singing, boy, said that's that lightskin shit

I got rich as shit, niggas pocket watching
fuck it crash the whip, I hit the dash, nigga ain't no stopping
I got 60 pints of ack in the back, know my body dropping

know my body dropping, only smoke exotic
yes I do got a type, no ion' like them thotties
mm, I just popped a molly, she turned to a hottie
yea , I walk in the party, 10s up on my body
yuh, I like me lightskin hoe, petite good body
sh- shit but ion got no type
if you my wife, then you my wife
sh- she said what's yo type, shit idk if we could vibe
yuh, still hate that one ex, man I hope she could fuckin die

I'm just playing
dis bitch, she play too much
I jus loved her too much
yeah I got too many opps', so I got' keep my big gun
and I love my fuckin thot, she finna' do her big one

she gon' do that big one
I'm tryn' fuck that- mm- mm- mm-
I'm tryn' fuckin hit sum
she said, "u so pretty"
yuh, she said, I'm so handsome
she so itty bitty, yuh
I could hold her wit One hand

now that hoe screaming my man
running with dem bands
how she use them hands so good
no I don't do percy percy's, never did, but yes I could
ghetto bitches, twerkin' twerkin', bad hoes, they from the hood

(ay- ayo Bry'alle, fuck all these niggas up)

(Its Evvls and your'e fucking with Bry'alle bitch)

(turn me up deezy)

WHERE

where?

Prod. Radiate x Vendr x Showjoe x WillStellar

Black Ops

lil o - roster (prod. legion)

limit.m4a

gucci

offsides

Archie’s Comic

Drama Wayne Gretzky

che - pose for a pic prod legion (no tags original pitch)

Fully Produced By rexv2

LYRICS

I think this h*e tryn' f*ck with me
That sh*t don't mean nun'
I got rich I'm counting dumb fifties
Fleh, Fleh, Big draco drum
They love rex
N*gga make em' jump
You can't spin back
B*tch is you dumb
You can't spin back
B*tch is you drunk
I'm with two bad b*tches tryn' f*ck
And she tryn' gag lil' b*tch suck
Twin, can you pour that lil' sh*t in my cup
Black sh*t, my drank, looking like mud
I don't know sh*t bout no rizzin no huzz
And I don't even get mad
That sh*t is what it was
Send him some shots
We aint' sending no love
I'm with my twin with my-
With my cuzz
Might f*ck a gemini
Just because
We make a n*gga fly
He a dove
Might up a twenty-five
With these h*es got a line up of twenty-five
Tryna' diss on a live and a n*gga died
Since he wanna go live
We gon' get him live
Put that fye on his *ss
Man that n*gga tried
This h*e say I'm that guy
I'm like "F*cking right"
Send the lo I might slide
"Am I f*cking right?"
Put this h*e on her side if I done it right

Stop it
Doing that fake sh*t
My n*ggas pop it
Slide tryn' spray sh*t
N*ggas tryn' drop sh*t
I just been waiting
Look at my options
N*ggas not maceing sh*t
We got Glock 10
B*tch I'm amazing
I just been flossing
I just got eight pints in from the doctor
All black spray on my sh*t
Sh*t awesome
H*e straight slaying my sh*t
Sh*t Awesome
H*e straight slaying my sh*t
Sh*t Awesome
New drank came in
Sh*t out of boston
New J's came in n*gga just coped em'
You straight saying sh*t
Boy you the coppers
Bad h*e, lay my sh*t on her knockers
N*ggas wanna play
They get put off they rocker
I aint' even play
I just went to my locker
Ball every day
Right wrist might lock up
A whole three days
Lil' twin got locked up
Better watch what you say
Lil' twin might pop up
Had to take off the brain
Had to lift that top up
Said she AB gang
Had to lift her top up
Riding round every day
Gotta keep yo' choppa
Young n*ggas get slayed
Old N*ggas get slaughtered

I think this h*e tryn' f*ck with me
That sh*t don't mean nun'
I got rich I'm counting dumb fifties
Fleh, Fleh, Big draco drum
They love rex
N*gga make em' jump
You can't spin back
B*tch is you dumb
You can't spin back
B*tch is you drunk
I'm with two bad b*tches tryn' f*ck
And she tryn' gag lil' b*tch suck
T- Twin, can you pour that lil' sh*t in my cup
Black sh*t, my drank, looking like mud
I don't know sh*t bout no rizzin no huzz
And I don't even get mad
That sh*t is what it was
Send him some shots
We aint' sending no love
I'm with my twin with my-
With my cuzz
Might f*ck a gemini
Just because
We make a n*gga fly
He a dove
Might up a twenty-five
With these h*es got a line up of twenty-five
Tryna' diss on a live and a n*gga died
Since he wanna go live
We gon' get him live
Put that fye on his *ss
Man that n*gga tried
This h*e say I'm that guy
I'm like "F*cking right"
Send the lo I might slide
"Am I f*cking right?"
Put this h*e on her side if I done it right

offsides

brysce

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