Ok on my own (prod. jaechii)

Produced by: @lei
Mixed and engineered by: @lei
Written by: @lei

in japan eating up catfish
i just linked me some bad b*tches
my whole gang made it from rags to riches
my n***a used to serve yo lil cousin a brick
type a n***a serve yo aunty her hit
i got hunnids on hunnids on top of it
these n***as cannot tell me sh*t
at the top posted up wit my big dog
i could tell you how life really get
in the back of the club wit my wrist up
model broad dropping drinks, showing t*ts
ain't 'gon say but you know that i miss her
she did sixteen lines off her t*ts
i just spent sixteen racks on a fit
n***as dropped a dub on that shit, counterfeit
i just spent sixteen racks on a fit
i just spent sixteen racks on em-
i buy what i want, she get what she get
she wearing my clothes like, "yeah this fit"
i lean and step back, i'm off of this tris
my n***as in the field like a pick 6
don't play wit them sticks, you don't shoot sh*t
i go ape on a n***a, no zoo shit
gold wraps on my bands, all blue b*tch

gold wraps on my bands, all blue b*tch
i done gave you the world and you blew it
so many racks, don't know what to do wit it
got the V in sports mode, i been losing it
real codeine, ima pour a deuce in it
yeah, you think it's over
no, just cracked me a seal
yeah, i'm all on her back
i hit from the back, i kill
i cannot lose composure, no
the streets was real
damn, when she giving me brain
i ain't know what to say, i ain't know how to feel

stacking it, stacking it
stacking it, stacking it
im tryna touch me a mill
yeah, real soldier
she coming back to me like i got something i owe her
i - i f*ck that b*tch up until the morning, i-
i - i push up, that make my lil b*tch horny
n***as stay f*cking wit me
i just went 26 like i'm Jordan
she gotta pick up when i call
she cannot ignore it
i took five g's, i been dosing
she like, "n***a, when you get this fly- i ain't notice"

i just linked me some bad b*tches
my whole gang made it from rags to riches
my n***a used to serve yo lil cousin a brick
type a n***a serve yo aunty her hit
i got hunnids on hunnids on top of it
these n***as cannot tell me sh*t
at the top posted up wit my big dog
i could tell you how life really get
in the back of the club wit my wrist up
model broad dropping drinks, showing t*ts
ain't 'gon say but you know that i miss her
she did sixteen lines off her t*ts
i just spent sixteen racks on a fit
n***as dropped a dub on that shit, counterfeit
i just spent sixteen racks on a fit
yeah, you think it's over
no, just cracked me a seal
yeah, i'm all on her back
i hit from the back, i kill
i cannot lose composure, no
the streets was real
damn, when she giving me brain
i ain't know what to say, i ain't know how to feel

(stacking it, stacking it
stacking it, stacking it)
(stacking it, stacking it
stacking it, stacking it)
one time-
model girls across the world
you could be mine, be my girl
i just need codeine and my girl
model girls across the world
this one's for you

808 BLESS THE TRAP

ONE 4 DA MODELS

Produced by: @popstarkrazy
Mixed and engineered by: @lei
Written by: @lei

(YNG808)
im dripping so mf hard i made the moccasin fall off
like this is just the beginning, how the f*ck could i fall off
like no, like tell me what they on
nothing, i pour them in a tombstone
how i just take ha-ha-half, i'm too stoned
my b*tch serving model, that's what i'm on
i'm too gone

i'm too up
she f*ck with us
she f*cked up
she f*cked up
this tombstone, she leaving with two bones
i sip codeine, only my girl know
got matching rollies
one's not in the timezone
she tryna be funny
f*ck now my high gone
these n***as move funny
f*ck all that bygones
i get them bye, gone
let me put my ice on

wait baby i forgot your name
wait baby i forgot your face
i forgot your voice
it's just not the same
(yng808)
please don't feel a way baby
imma feel the same
yng808

im dripping so mf hard i made the moccasin fall off
like this is just the beginning, how the f*ck could i fall off
like no, like tell me what they on
nothing, i pour them in a tombstone
(put them in a tombstone, oh yeah)
(tombstone, oh yeah)
(im stoned, oh yeah)
(m-mmm~)

TOMBSTONE

Produced by: @lei
Mixed and engineered by: @lei
Written by: @lei

(got me nodding off these coffee cups, its codeine what i sip)
she think my swag so raw, my jeans G-Star, she wondering how i live
i pop xannax bars in expensive cars with designer broads and sh*t
i smoke too much, dog- imma bout to fly off
imma go, lemme just say this
n***as dont care 'bout yall, dont care 'bout yall
n***as need to get off my d*ck
im cutting the mf brick im serving that mf block
i call her blade because she chop
i got my rollie flooded with rocks
i hit the mf p***y make it pop
she hit the mf floor, make it drop
wipe yo mf nose, wipe ya snot
n***as got the lo, imma get a drop

she want the whole load not a drop
i f*ck her to the morning like ya
i been passing out presents to these h*es
like im f**king santa claus
b***h a p***y she hit me with the claws
i just bought the Maybach just because
i was talking 'bout racks, huh
n***as talking 'bout racks or something
tell a n***a get back yeah
i dont f**k what that, yeah yeah yeah
i was chilling in the back bru what a bad b***h
feel on her a** bru
n***a, got a tec on me, got some tec on me
gotta move tact bru
i aint even 'gon sweat it, i aint gon stress it
bru it aint even math bru

im serving this mf bass until this b***h pass out
i walk in the bank and i told them n***as imma cash out
i brought the dogs out n***a but f**k that, i brought the racks out
i fell in love with the drugs and the 808, n***a i dont feel sad now
im in the mf trap, n***a, you could get popped like a flat
(flat, flat)
what
(flat, slatt, flatt)
yea shawty my slatt- she my slutt
i pull her back- like, what
she finna catch these nuts
im in the 'Bach, i just wanna f**k
Fendi my bag- bag

(i just gotta tell you one thing, baby)
(im so cool and im so hot, baby)

she think my swag so raw, my jeans G-Star, she wondering how i live
i pop xannax bars in expensive cars with designer broads and sh*t
i smoke too much, dog- imma bout to fly off
imma go, lemme just say this
n***as dont care 'bout yall, dont care 'bout yall
n***as need to get off my d*ck
she think my swag so raw, my jeans G-Star, she wondering how i live
i pop xannax bars in expensive cars with designer broads and sh*t
i smoke too much, dog- imma bout to fly off
imma go, lemme just say this
im cutting that mf up, im cutting that brick
im cutting that brick

(she think my swag so raw my jean G-Star, yea)
(she think my swag so raw, my jeans G-Star, she wondering how i live)
(got me nodding off my coffee cups, its codeine what i sip)

im serving this mf bass until this b***h pass out
i walk in the bank and i told them n***as imma cash out
i brought the dogs out n***a but f**k that, i brought the racks out
i fell in love with the drugs and the 808, n***a i dont feel sad now
im in the mf trap, n***a, you could get popped like a flat
(flat, flat)
what
(flat, slatt, flatt)
yea shawty my slatt- she my slutt
i pull her back- back- back- back- back

Crazy In Love

imma start puttin lyrics brah

Bitch I told you once, I ain't gon' tell you twice
its been the same shit, everytime
I ain't gon' save the night
and I shoulda realized, this time
we was never the same, alike
now I hang with the big dogs, big guys
with some niggas that know the ride
with some niggas that I, trust
other niggas can kick, dust
put that chop to yo face, bust
bitch I ride with that stick, clutch
we gon' catch a nigga lack, buster
AP on my wrist yeah bust down
don't want that bitch, ain't touch her
why you niggas switch when I'm up now?
why this nigga actin like he tough or sum?
you ain't makin none these bucks for nun
nigga actin like he up to sum
you gon' embarrass yo self thats yo biggest one
why the hell he actin like he big or sum
I ain't ever gonna sell my soul
I ain't ever gonna need a loan
yeah, give a fuck bout' none of these bands lil bitch I'll make em back up
why that face?
why yo ass so sad? cuz you ain't get ya bands up
talk on the gang
we gon run up in that bitch 
and we gon tear the place up
playin that shoya up in that whip
lil pussy bitch better turn the bass up
I gotta get this lil hoe out my face
fuck it I'll throw a band up
see the bands, she throw her hands up
up the drac, he put his hands up
I get nun but support from all my fans,
love to yall, nigga mad love
turned 17 this year and nigga I think its time I start to man up
Bitch I told you once, I ain't gon' tell you twice
its been the same shit, everytime
I ain't gon' save the night
and I shoulda realized, this time
we was never the same, alike
now I hang with the big dogs, big guys
with some niggas that know the ride
with some niggas that I, trust
other niggas can kick, dust
put that chop to yo face, bust
bitch I ride with that stick, clutch
we gon' catch a nigga lack, buster
AP on my wrist yeah bust down
don't want that bitch, ain't touch her
why you niggas switch when I'm up now?

buster (shoya)

prod. jorko

notes:
24. n things couldnt get better
wouldnt want anything
nothing more, nothing less -

[shiro]
everytime i wake up on this day, i be damn
u js glo up another day, wasted posted on the gram
dont got many friends, at least i got the real ones on my back
i js glo up, realized how many times ive been stabbed
it dont change the fact that u switched up on me, then u lookin glad 
big 24, but thing are still the same, n shi be lookin bad
u be talkin, yet ur chopped
actin tough, but now u talk when im not posted on da block
556 on a switch, when i talk that choppa pop
i be totin with a bitch, call that bitch a torta bop
dont like the way u movin, i hate the way that u stomp
i js hate the fact that u wastin all my time,
yh ik ive been talkin lot of shi,
but thats js how things are,
posted with a model bitch, that i met online
and im posin in a fit, all black call me rick
5 bands in the pic, that js what u owen
nowadays im up but im not really bout that flexin
spent a band on a chrome but my neck now really itchin
yh i be ohtani but idk what u pitchin,
bitches raise my cane, and ion kno why they bitchin
nowadays im fallin, n idk where to go
so im posted with the fam, yh
then my money glo,

[hook]

//

24『jorko』

TROOPS

@dekuscrub02
@fictional4k

Lyrics:

This is a sad ghost club exclusive 
Baby I’m a ghost in the club
3 am and I’m still fucked up
I’m in the shadows I’m a zombie 
I’m so emo ima kamikaze 
In high school I was cool as fuck
Now I’m depressed yeah tell me where I fucked up
I’m a zombie yuh yuh
I can’t believe that I fucked up
My hearts hallow there’s no love
I’m suicidal my life sucks
I might die tomorrow I don’t give a fuck
Kamikaze Romeo 

it’s just not the same, please tell me where I fucked up 
And I still feel the same, yeah, I’m screaming 
it’s still fuck love 
Kamikaze, yeah I’ma fuck my whole life up 
Life sucks, no wonder why were all suicidal 
Yeah, I take drugs 
No I’m not an idol 
We got no role models 
We’ve been popping tags 
We’ve been popping bottles
Ghost in the club, show some love

This is a sad ghost club exclusive 

I’m so emo in the twilight 
Yuh bitch I fuck it up in my last night
Yuh I won’t be here tomorrow 
Yuh bitch I’m so sad I’m so hallow
Tell me where I fucked up where I fucking failed
Bitch you’re the one who failed you weren’t there
Bitch you’re playing the victim it’s not fucking fair
Bitch I’m slaying ganon in his fucking lair
Bitch I feel like link got master sword if he talking down
Leave his body on the fucking ground
Then we seal that bitch boy away
Talking down on me we seal you the fuck away
Yeah I swear to god we all gon die
Life’s a fucking bitch I just wanna suicide
I’m so emo I might fucking die
I’m so emo I might fucking die

TROOPS

by1xxen

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