Prod. Ivy

Instagram @deyluvcinco 

Tik Tok camloscincos

Alot of yall niggas never doing shit

If I pop out I know these niggas running rick

Mini glock will make a nigga dip

what the fuck niggas know I got beam on this bitch

All my niggas to solid they could never switch

Offa x you know this shit make my body glitch

why the fuck are niggas telling fibs

I got niggas really moving bricks

you suppose to be gangsta nigga why u bitch

oh thats yo car I'll really take off with your whip

oh and you are, they call me Cinco from the 5th

All these hoes niggas on my dick

I just fucked her lil bestfriend no she cannot trip

I need eliante all on my wrist

s-sipping on wock sipping on trisp

I put that shit on niggas know I got drip

put my niggas on show them how to get chips

niggas try to copy but my flow is just diff

tell that hoe get off me I do not fuck with tricks

In da cut I'm booling I be sipping on mud

think I was to faded I don't know where was

you dont think I'll crash nigga don't give a fuck

I be with the guys and we count hella bucks

she don't even smoke but she wanna get bussed

All these hoes on my line before they didn't want us

why they hating me like go get your bands up yuh

go get the bands up 

wanna big body big body truck

hit that nigga like go pick your fucking mans up

know he mad as hell that I fucked his slut

CįnCo - From the 5th

Prod. Genesis 

Instagram @Deyluvcinco 

Lyrics


She told me she don't want me to go
Gotta focus on my self and get the bag
high as hell off dope
high as hell off dope
uh, I can't love no hoe who trash(Garbo)
uh, I was always there in the end
even when you didn't have no friends
It's 10pm and I'm so dam bent
I could really go and spend your rent
Bu-Bur-Burberry my fucking scent
i cant be her hero I'm not Clark Kent

Yeahh
 High off doja
I been getting bread yeah I told ya
These niggas be snaky like cobra
Did it on my own do not owe ya
Do not hit my phone do not know ya
tryna play them games nigga this aint poker
She triple texting I think I broke ha
flow so dam sick like Ebola
I get fried nigga in dat mode yuh
cannot press me Ima soulja
Ima hit this bih then buy her boba
fine ass lightskin her name lola
tryna get rich get a diamond choka
freak ass hoe said she like when i choke ha
crazy how niggas could hate when they dont know ya

2x Yeah
Gotta get that pape then go
When i get dough spend it all on clothes
I dont need a hoe
need my wrist on my froze
Im the type to spin ya block with da bros
I got locks yea they black and gold
Im the greatest I dont know what you been told
fats packs fat racks we got loads
scatpack
cop a new louie backpack
uh i got niggas in the trap trap
and we gon go up but you knew that
free my slime nigga free my slat
the world so cold so i cant lack
how much i pay for the coat im like stacks
the bih wanna hug but im like dap

She told me she don't want me to go
Gotta focus on my self and get the bag
high as hell off dope
high as hell off dope
uh, I can't love no hoe who trash (Garbo)
uh, I was always there in the end
even when you didn't have no friends
It's 10pm and I'm so dam bent
I could really go and spend your rent
Bu-Bur-Burberry my fucking scent
i cant be her hero I'm not Clark Kent.

CįnCo - Clark Kent

Prod.Curesdead

Instagram @deyluvcinco 

Lyrics


Always high never sober

I know you got sum friends just bring em over

what's this in my pocket this that green like Yoda

I'm outta my body geeked off f'ing doja

Ima real deal stoner

she ain't answer my text I phone her

think I might be a star no solar 

wtf shawty so bipolar

fix yo face fix your expression 

I just wanna take you out your depression 

the world gets cold nigga betta walk witcha weapon

yea the world gets cold yea the world gets cold I cannot stress it

first thing in the morning she eat me like breakfast

then I take her out to zales and get a necklace

I be getting be getting bready so I'm never stressing

huhh 

yuh

I'm focused on getting that check bitch

he spoke on gang now he a dead bitch

yuh so we wipe a nigga off da checklist

yuh it's hard to tell her no

yuh not here to do the most

I fell inlove with dough

and I'm just tryna put on for the bros

told slime to go go

ion trust no hoe hoe

but I trust my stick my poke

if I send him up he'll float 

I got drugs in my supreme fanny pack

oh it's fuck me now baby take it back

take a trip wimme baby off da map

when I'm not witchu girl I get so sad

and I know I'm the best you ever had

know you think about me breaking ya back

and I'm like baby come and throw it back

throw it back baby ima throw them racks

thought u was gangsta nigga how you lack

when I saw you you didn't have ya strap

so I had to let you walk away attacked

that was like back then October

Always high never sober

I know you got sum friends just bring em over

what's this in my pocket this that green like Yoda

I'm outta my body geeked off f'ing doja

Ima real deal stoner

she ain't answer my text I phone her

think I might be a star no solar 




CįnCo - Solar

CįnCo - Paper Chasuh

Prod. PetRan
Insta @Deyluvcinco 

Lyrics
What
Hol up
Hol up

Going up, can't you tell
Brand new pack who dis you know what's that smell
Smell Smell
Fuck Jail
I get hella green Kale
It didn't take alot to come out my shell 
But when I did bitch I was giving them hell
Bitch Bitch
Uh, my niggas aint never tell
It's free all my niggas that's locked up in that god damn cell
Free em
B-bad ass hoe in my dm
Racks, need em
Broads, latina
The prices I don't even read them
Throw racks in this hoe face now she fucking cheesing
gotta watch ya hoe
gotta watch ya hoe, it's giving treason
c-c-c-crushed up perc up in my blunt you know I'm geeking
lean got me leaning
i-in my head been tweaking
NCO CO
I'm with bro 
Onna fucking mission
I don't want that hoe if she ain't gon listen
oh no 
Nada, brand new Prada
Blast niggas like baja
Was a bummy nigga on the block
but now I ain't tripping cuz I got knots
the fuck would I box for, I got a chop
Bullets make his body drop
Lil hoe don't got no guap
Might be time to go spin on the opps
Like slime is you ready or not
I'm addicted to drugs can't stop 
Fuck niggas who be talkin to cops
Niggas hate that I'm gon be on top

Huh Uh
Go- Go- Go-Go-Go-Go-Go-
Going up, can't you tell
Br-Brand new pack who dis, you know whats that smell
Smell Smell
Fuck Jail
I get hella green Kale
It didn't take alot to come out my shell 
But when I did bitch I was giving them hell
Bitch Bitch



CįnCo - Kale

Prod. Dos4vr

Lyrics

Yuh Yuh Yuh Yuh
My heart steel chrome on my body
B-bag ya bit- and leave you sorry
Know you see the swag that's on me
Know you see the bags I'm holding
Nig-Niggas mad I'm chosen
Huh, I can understand that
(Understand that)
Lets just pop a tab
I might just have a heart attack
(SHIT)
My slime be on tweak shi- wit the mac
Like slime like what you finna do
Finna pop this pill or 2
If you think Ima lack then you a fool
Arp knocking down ya whole dam crew
If you double NL then you won't lose

I-I just took a X
H-Hoes coming over just for sex
They like Cinco do it the best 
(Oh) 
She came to my crib she was half undressed
where the fuc- is your respect
I-It don't matter cuz she gave me neck
(Oh)
Hm Hooo Ohhh
2 many hoes in this bit- I can't pick one
If one gets boring
It's okay I just switch them
I geek till the morning
All these drugs in my system

Po-Pour Up Pour Up Pour Up 
Po-Pour Up a 4
I get guap but I need some more
Niggas lie wit they chest 
Don't got checks
Flex
We move around with tecs
These bullets eat your flesh
You going up like jet
Don't even wear a vest

Me and my twin been locked in
Been rocking
I been on my shit
Fuck, the cops on dick
It don't matter cuz my niggas telling fibs
Only way to live
She want me to commit
But I know these hoes be tricks
And I know these hoes ain't shit
to-told the bitch I get chips
I ain't stressing this
106 on the highway
I'm gon do it my my way 
You get hit in your shit if you look at me sideways
Better be careful, don't die today
If you talking bout getting high
Got pack str8 from LA
I got ooters in the sky
They spray from the Heli
(you better duck)
I know I gotta stop the codeine that shit hurt my belly
Freak want me to pop her cherry
Them boys don't be outside cuz they be scary
I'm smoking on truffle berry
I'm tryna see who lack n who carry
yea this party get wicked
Yea this party get wicked
Huh Im bouta puff her ticket
Only nigga you know that is wit it
Only nigga you know that is with this
Phony niggas be making me livid

Yuh Yuh Yuh Yuh Yuh
My heart steel chrome on my body
B-bag ya bit- and leave you sorry
Know you see the swag that's on me
Know you see the bags I'm holding
Nig-Niggas mad I'm chosen
Huh, I can understand that
(Understand that)

CįnCo - Swag up on me

CįnCo - She aint mine

Prod. VIben 

Lyrics


Wha
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Uh 
Uhuhhuhh
took a- took a X
I can feel it now
I-I can't kick my cup (uh)
Dam it I might drown
Bih-Bih you know I get them bucks
the cash comes in large amounts
 told her im nothing like her other nigga
he not getting money
Like you was really going wit that bummy nigga 
okay that was funny
the last bih I was with was tryna line me
but I ain't no dummy
the f*** I look like going out like that
goofy hoe got wrapped like mummy
I sip until it's sunny
nose runny
geeked up Ima junkie
got fyne shyt tryna hump me
man she is something serious
ser-serious
she's delirious
she not hearing shit
I know you said we was friends 
so I try not to trip
know you hate that I pop Xans shawty
I just need my fix
I just need my dose
That shit help me cope
Unkie was serving coke
Niggas mad at me because their broke
you could die if you test my folks
Double NL gotta stay on go 
C.I.N.CO too cold 
No free shows
I could fuck on her friend 
I could flex onna hoe
I get checks on checks on checks like bro
always been about smoke
yall ain't drop yall low
if you not gone take that risk then close that door 
Yuh
We get pussies popped
Gas bih
I copped
Uh 
Uhuhhuhh
took a- took a X
I can feel it now
I-I can't kick my cup (uh)
Dam it I might drown
Bih-Bih you know I get them bucks
the cash comes in large amounts
told her im nothing like her other nigga
he not getting money
Like you was really going wit that bummy nigga 
okay that was funny
the last bih I was with was tryna line me
but I ain't no dummy
the f*** I look like going out like that
goofy hoe got wrapped like mummy
I sip until it's sunny
nose runny
geeked up Ima junkie
got fyne shyt tryna hump me
man she is something serious

Serious

prod. kkenny
Lyrics
Buh Buh Buh
Uh
Yuh Huh
I'm baked
I-In space
Space coupe Wraith
M-My bitch pussc great
She make sure I ate
Yuh no the drugs I can't escape
Shii fucked up my brain
Yuh I'm chasing benjis
Not chasing fame
Yuh cop new Balenci
Helmut Lang
Yuh got drank I'm tipsy
Numb the pain
All the hitta's n killa's str8 wimme
Bet we spin on your block 360
I bet you I got wock in my kidneys
It is what it is
I-Im still screaming fuck my ex hoe
She did what she did
Ne-New bitch ass phat move like jello
I hit that like hello
Bitch I ball like Melo
Drop 10k at menlo
SLAT
Get racks that's the memo
n you better watch that backdoor
SLAT UH
Im still taking meds hoe Im still taking meds hoe
It helps wit my mental It helps wit my mental
SL-SLAT
I lost hella friends bro I lost hella friends bro
(ode friends)
Ion even stress it 
Diamonds on this necklace
I take percs for breakfast
You can't even catch this 
Couting up guap's a fetish 
I get green like lettuce 
Pussc boy so pathetic
You wallet coulda swept it
Ra-Ran down onna opp now he apologetic
man down on the block you know that boy got lifted
Got drugs like bih come shop I could give you all that good shit
(get dat good)
Pu-Push up you get knocked me n slime be on that hood shit
I keep pouring drop Ima addicted to that liquid
Buh Buh Buh
Uh
Yuh Huh
I'm baked
I-In space
Space coupe Wraith
M-My bitch pussc great
She make sure I ate
Yuh no the drugs I can't escape
Shii fucked up my brain
Yuh I'm chasing benjis
Not chasing fame
Yuh cop new Balenci
Helmut Lang

It is what it is

Geekup

Work Hard

Prod. Kashi

You said you would call 
You ain’t neva call me back
Yo-You wanna act weird sit here stall
Bitch Ian coming back
Can-Can’t even say that it’s my fault
We both know it ain’t neva that
To-Too high I can’t even talk
Fuck the laws ion know what I saw
Co-Come thru trim like LeBron I ball
I’m so geeked off the adderall 
Ian grow up wit no dad at all
I been the man since I was small
I had to get my money tall
Whatchu want bands that money talk
M-Me n twin pull up we leave it white chalked
I was neva pussc whatchu thought
I’m like hoe whatchu thought
The bitch didn’t think she’d get caught
I just hit this hash hole oh I’m gone
Not a asshole bitch you wrong
I been working so hard gotta get the cash long
I’m too tuff yea they love my songs
Put on for me n mines know what I’m on
All I wanna do is smoke hit bong
Wait till I blow up just like bomb
Then I could go cop a crib for my mom
Bra-Bra-Brand new hoodie Saint Laurent
I-I put that shit on then I go taunt
Yuh 
Cuz I can 
Do what niggas can’t
Pussc ain’t got no bands
In the air is his hands
Gen 5 make him dance
Gotta take out this anger somehow

You said you would call 
You ain’t neva call me back
Yo-You wanna act weird sit here stall
Bitch Ian coming back
Can-Can’t even say that it’s my fault
We both know it ain’t neva that
To-Too high I can’t even talk
Fuck the laws ion know what I saw
Co-Come thru trim like LeBron I ball
I’m so geeked of the adderall 
Ian grow up wit no dad at all
I been the man since I was small
I had to get my money tall
Whatchu want bands that money talk
M-Me n twin pull up we leave it white chalked
I was neva pussc whatchu thought

iancominbac

Prod. Tenshixgod 

Lyrics 

I just been stuck in my head hoe
I- I dont know why she upset
Niggas switched up on me n that shit got my mind blown 
Like I didn’t hold it down n give out that bread
Pussc
C.I.NCO can’t go I gotta watch that back door
(Back door)
Y’all don’t feel it like me I’m really my own idol
When I get in my feelings I get up n buy clothes
Everything all black
Uh just like my soul

Just stay onnat side bro
Just stay onnat stay onnat side bro
They tryna steal my flow
I been on the shii for the longest hoe
In the cut I was coolin wit Mike
That boy is not pussc he upping the pipe
I told my slime to pour up the pint
Im tryna get geeked asf out my mind
Sidehoe buggin 
still a dime
Never ducking 
Got a nine
I know niggas not fuckin wimme
These niggas not fuckin wimme
They ain’t fuckin wimme
I make hoe fuck up ha knees
N now she got cum in her teeth
Uh uh
Addicted to sippin on lean
Addicted to poppin da beans

Wa-Wait till I blast off just like missile
I always got pussc, was never an issue
I- I be 2 turnt wit mah pistol
I-Ima reaper bitch I’ll get you
I was the man when I was little
Now I take xans like it’s god damn skittles
Tryna record but I can’t even sit thru
Cuz I be talking bout real shii I been thru

I just been stuck in my head hoe
I- I dont know why she upset
(Da fuck u upset 4)
Niggas switched up on me n that shit got my mind blown 
Like I didn’t hold it down n give out that bread
Pussc
C.I.NCO can’t go I gotta watch that back door
(Back door)
Y’all don’t feel it like me I’m really my own idol
When I get in my feelings I get up n buy clothes
Everything all black
Uh just like my soul
Blat Blat pussc

IDOL

Prod. tenshixgod

Lyrics

I think that I'm too high
I can't even feel my face
Shawty you should know yo place

Uh huh
You said I don't have a right to feel a way
Yes I do
You said that you loved me boo
I'm guessing that shit wasn't true
Now I feel like a fool
It's cool gotta get dem blues
Dropping off niggas just like Bruce
Codeine in my cup, not juice
I-I be sippin hella
(hella)
Raining wocky need umbrella
(brella)
Worried bout me get ya bread up
( bread up)
You broke ass bitch
I'll pull up inna jetta
Rocking Saint Laurent sweater
She said I'm fine shit
She like when I pull ha hair when I hit
She said my strokes the nicest
She ain't lying
Dove in that pussy I was fine dining
Shawty could barely handle it
Yo-you wanna be my dam bitch
Just be my dam bitch
I-I was never here to do damage
(I was never here to do damage)
To you
All the mind games I can't stand it
Would you mind if I just perished
Would you even fuckin care bih
(would you even fuckin care)
With you I be thinking about marriage
Kno-know that shit is scary
But I wanna be yo man yeauh
I just wanna be locked in for real
Shawty know that she got that wap for real
Does she know that she give good top for real
Does she know Ima be on top for real
The only therapy I know is popping pills 
Yeeeahh
Woah I needa chill
I keep popping pills cuz it help me heal
Uh huh
I-I-I-I think that I'm too high
I can't even feel my face
Sha-shawty you should know yo place
Uh Uh Uh Uh Huh
Uh Huh
You said I don't have a right to feel a way
Yes I do
You said that you loved me boo
I'm guessing that shit wasn't true
Now I feel like a fool
It's cool gotta get get dem blues
Dropping off niggas just like Bruce
Codeine in my cup, not juice
I-I be sippin hella
(hella)
Raining wocky need umbrella
(brella)
Worried bout me get ya bread up
( bread up)
You broke ass bitch
I'll pull up inna jetta
Rocking Saint Laurent sweater
She said I'm fine shit
She like when I pull ha hair when I hit
She said my strokes the nicest
She ain't lying
Dove in that pussy I was fine dining
Shawty could barely handle it

KN0 Y0 Pl4C3

OTW2SOHO

Poles In

Prod. Tours
Lyrics

huh huh huh
Slat
Slat
Huh niggas don't say shit to me they say it behind my back
(buhbuhbuhbuhbuhbuh)
Huh I jack double NL like niggas never lack
(bih I'm double NL)
Bitch I'm high as hell tryna find where niggas at
I told my hoe don't trust me like you know I mack
Like bitch Ima dreahead n I got tats
N the numbers been going up they can't een chat
(ong)
Ec-ec-ec-ecstasy, perks, lean I love them ode
Wa-wait till I pop out with gold teeth 
Pockets might have a heart attack, they obese
Im too cold they ain't fucking wimme
Got dis hoe on ha knees
She said she was tryne please me
N dis shit got easy
Spend a band onna Louie v tee
Wait till y'all see me on TV
On my life y'all all gon see me
Mama ain't raise no reeree
If I'm pullin up pullin up pullin up deep
I look ova my shoulder cuz fuck niggas creep
You can't hop in the field if you don't got no cleats

Uh Pussy I-I get hella pussy
I get high off girl scout cookies
Ima pyscho nigga don't push me 
It's fuck you n all ya friends
C.I.N.Co don't make no amends
All-All my niggas tryna bend
Offa Xanax 
Tryna blam at ya
In da cut yea I got that hammer tucked
Get a cup put a 4 inda fanta yuh
Yuh yuh I-I collect cash I get to it
Pla-play with my mind I might lose it 
You gon pop sum Nike just do it
Speakin on me that's how you get ya crew hit
I-I been up next these niggas fucking knew it 
(Slattt)
Ma-make sure the niggas you around gon have ya back
(Slat Fax)
The last person that talked down on slat got slapped 
(No Cap)
All the opps keep taking Ls n I'm just sitting here like hold that
I could never go back
To the way it was before them racks
Slime wan blaze up I got pack
Finna spark this blunt get geeked up, smacked
I be working do not slack
I blow hella bread then make it back
If it's not about money then I won't hit back
I been in first place could never be in last
You ain't neva had to see your mans behind the glass
I just wish my slime was way more tact
It's a cold ass world so I gotta strapped
Thats-thats why I always got my mask
As time keep passin
I been tryna get mad things done
I been doing this shit no surpassing
If niggas play wimme I'm crashing
But the fine shit said I'm dashing
It ain't nun to break ha back in
When she throw it back I catch it
Said she like the way I tap it 
Uh uh uh uh

 huh huh huh
Slat
Slat
Uh niggas don't say shit to me they say it behind my back
(buhbuhbuhbuhbuhbuh)
Uh I jack double NL like niggas never lack
(bih I'm double NL)
Bitch I'm high as hell tryna find where niggas at
I told my hoe don't trust me like you know I mack
Like bitch Ima dreahead n I got tats
N the numbers been going up they can't een chat
(ong)
Ec-ec-ec-ecstasy, perks, lean I love them ode

Pyscho

Lyrics 

Yea Yea
I been feeling sick
I'm getting tired of it
I-I could say I started shit
I can make them mospit
Can't sit back watch the clock tick
I'm tryna pop outside in Rick
I'm-I'm tryna pop outside hit lick
23 on me can't slip
Hennessy on me get lit
Yuh Oh
You not in the streets, stay in the crib
Pus-Pussc 
Oh
That's not yo body, not how you live
Los-Loser 
Ju-Ju-Just poured another line of trisp
(Whaaa)
Uh I been fucked up way too many times now
I still got my bucks up but my face still gotta frown
Let a pussc rush us
We only need 30 rounds
We got good gas good za good pounds

Uh my account sturdy
I still sip dirty surely
Geek early
(Fuck)
Ahh Ahh
I money splurge on dumb shit
No regrets bih
Its-Its all 4 da swag
Yea Yea
I been feeling sick
I'm getting tired of it
I-I could say I started shit
I can make them mospit
Can't sit back watch the clock tick
I'm tryna pop outside in Rick
I'm-I'm tryna pop outside hit lick
23 on me can't slip
Hennessy on me get lit
Yuh Oh
You not in the streets, stay in the crib
Pus-Pussc 
Oh
That's not yo body, not how you live
Los-Loser 
Ju-Ju-Just poured another line of trisp

Hoes that dubbed back then all ova my dick
They want me to break their back in 
I'm like okay shit
Uh I took a flight to L.A just to cop that zip
Uh shi-shit ain't nothin

Yea Yea
I been feeling sick
I'm getting tired of it
I-I could say I started shit
I can make them mospit
Can't sit back watch the clock tick
I'm tryna pop outside in Rick
I'm-I'm tryna pop outside hit lick
23 on me can't slip
Hennessy on me get lit
Yuh Oh
You not in the streets, stay in the crib
Pus-Pussc 
Oh
That's not yo body, not how you live
Los-Loser 
Ju-Ju-Just poured another line of trisp

Moshpit prod. oz

Prod. Dash

Lyrics

My-My-My bitch ain't no hoe
I-Ian goin 
I-Ian goin
Clo-Close dat dam backdoor
I be outside posted
I just wanna get fried get toasted
To the point where my eyes can't stay open 
Lu-Luv my slimes I keep em closest
UhUh
Uh
Uh 
Uh
Uh she so sexc 
When we fuck we get messy
Eve-Even tho we fight n shit 
Yk-Yk ya still my bitch
Yk I'll swiss cheese anybody 
Tha-That step up to you
No Ion give no fuck I'll catch a homi ova my lil boo
Bet-Bet this chop kick shit like dam karate
Lea-Leave his dumbass spooked
Ho-Hoe I'm C.I.N.CO niggas know my body
Whol-Whole lotta loose screws
Yea my heart been gone since I got misused
I don't want no bitch that don't want me too
Just don't forget what I did for you
I was there when you were blue
N nobody was there for me
It's fuck em all they watched me bleed
What if I just feel asleep n I d.i.e
The shit I think about when I'm geeked
Every time I walk outside clutch heat
Cuz I can't let a fuck nigga get to me
Never lacking like hoe is you kidding me
I get chicken not talking rotisserie
Where does it go it can't be a mystery
I been putting that shit on its history
I wanna go his block let off 50
Poc-Pockets fat as fuck like biggie
Lets pour up the henny I'm tryna get litty
Fuck-Fuck the opps n dey city 
we could hop out a 2 door leave em shitty
My-My-My bitch ain't no hoe
I-Ian goin 
I-Ian goin
Clo-Close dat dam backdoor
I be outside posted
I just wanna get fried get toasted
To the point where my eyes can't stay open 
Lu-Luv my slimes I keep dem closest
UhUh
Uh
Uh 
Uh
Uh she so sexc 
When we fuck we get messy
Eve-Even tho we fight n shit 
Yk-Yk ya still my bitch
Yk I'll swiss cheese anybody 
Tha-That step up to you

Iangoin

Come my way

Prod Petran

Lyrics

I tried to be nice you
(Wha)
(Wha Wha)
I tried to be nice to you
(Wha)
(Wha Wha)
Maybe wasn’t right for you
(Wha)
(Wha Wha)
At one point I was dying for you
Now I wanna point fye at you
Cuz I’m getting real tired of you
I’m geeked up inna sucide coupe
Fuc I look like don’t follow rules
Can’t nobody else do what I do 
Uh n I promise it’s jus the truth
They like Cinco 2 trim how the fuck could he lose
That nigga could never lose
No my brother not right in his mufuckin head
The type to walk down on you
He was my slime until I found out what he said
Now I’m clapping his mama too
In my cup ain’t no liquor it’s red
What the fuck is a Donny fool
I took a x I feel so sped
 Needa pray to god 
Hallelu-jah 
Uhhh
I think I need help help
With all this pain Ive been felt
Uhhh
Fuck the opps for real
Can’t wait till I can’t catch em
Pop em like a pill
Uhhh
I be getting chills
Show me how heal
I just can’t do it
I’m highest we knew this
I’m flyest my nigga I proved it
U cannot compete wimme stoopid
Nig-Niggas know I do this shit
I started this shit by my lone lil bitch
I can’t answer the phone niggas phony it’s clips
I’m double NL nigga how could I slip
The fuck 
45 on my hip
Only chase bucks ho Ian chasing no bitch
But the hoes on go cuz a nigga got blue strips 
I could run in ya house like who dis
He not tryna fight cuz he know he’ll be toothless
Walk wit a pipe at night ima nuisance 
Fuck everybody that switched on me yea
Think I lost it
They keep pushing my buttons like bop it
Yuh uhhh
Niggas copped it
Why u acting tuff boy needa stop it 
U is not shit

I tried to be nice you
(Wha)
(Wha Wha)
I tried to be nice to you
(Wha)
(Wha Wha)
Maybe wasn’t right for you
(Wha)
(Wha Wha)
At one point I was dying for you
Now I wanna point fye at you
Cuz I’m getting real tired of you
I’m geeked up inna sucide coupe
Fuc I look like don’t follow rules
Can’t nobody else do what I do 
Uh n I promise it’s jus the truth
They like Cinco 2 trim how the fuck could he lose
That nigga could never lose

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