viss, juuvarc - ambrosia (study chinapoet)

sanverde - uzi (jxyrust nephminaj)

fukkit (produced by meerski dettoh)

AYERP - BACK OUT THE CHOP (kevinmjr elliatron)

maajins   on my way home
trapphardswag   who legs faster
young thug    halftime
slimegetem    bismillah i dracd him  (fu5shi)
lucki     take me back   (slimemyslf)

october               bootlegs

yuk ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ lesson ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ #3

wanna die with u

juuvarc, viss - fsu (study gyo)

Pass Me Da Ball (prod rouq)

12. Dead from “225 Business” by Boosie BadAzz & NBA YoungBoy

Lyrics: 

[Intro]  
(PMO Music)  
Brrra—dat—dat—pow! (yeah!)  
Skrrt off the lot, gang (let’s go!)  
Ayy—ayy—huh!  

[Verse 1]  
Pull up, hop out, Glock go baow-baow-baow (blaow!)  
Diamonds wetter than a motherfuckin’ chow chow (drip!)  
I was juggin’ Nokia, flip phone style (brrring!)  
Now the iPhone twerkin’ with a hundred thou’ (racks!)  
Bad bitch suck it through the ski mask (slurp!)  
Opps send shots, we send ‘em right back (brrat!)  
Choppa eat a niga face like Big Mac (munch!)  
Leave his brains scrambled, call it Egg Mac (scramble!)  
Plug sent the load on a jetpack (whoosh!)  
Fifty bricks dance like it’s TikTok (dance!)  
I’m in the trap doin’ kickflips (skate!)  
Turn a soft brick to a hard knot (whip!)  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Racks—racks—racks, thumb bleedin’ (ow!)  
Choppa go brrat, demons screamin’ (brra!)  
Bitches twerk-twerk, ass breathin’ (thicc!)  
One wrong word, put him on a tee quick (rip!)  

[Chorus]  
Trap goin’ stupid, call it special ed (dumb!)  
Draco spit fire, leave his dreads red (flame!)  
Whole lotta money, bed full of bread (stacks!)  
I’m the plug’s son, I ain’t never scared (nah!)  
Trap goin’ stupid, call it special ed (bounce!)  
Draco spit fire, leave his dreads red (pow!)  
Whole lotta money, bed full of bread (racks!)  
I’m the plug’s son, I ain’t never scared (gang!)  

[Verse 2]  
Finesse the cashier at the corner store (gimme dat!)  
Walk out with bags like I’m Santa Claus (ho ho!)  
Glock got a dick, make it fuck the laws (raw!)  
Opps post a threat, now they lost in sauce (drown!)  
Ice on my wrist look like Frosted Flakes (frost!)  
Bitch gave me brain, now she graduate (smart!)  
Cook in the kitchen, wrist rotate (whip whip!)  
Pack hit the block, do the Harlem Shake (shake!)  
Slide through the hood in a stolen Range (skrrt!)  
Beam on his nose, Rudolph with the range (red!)  
Racks in my mouth, I can’t talk straight (mumbles!)  
Turn his main bitch to a cheap date (thot!)  

[Bridge]  
Brrat—brrat—brrat—huh (brra!)  
Yeah—yeah—let’s go—huh (go!)  
Pow—pow—pow—blah (blaow!)  
Gang—gang—gang—blah (gang!)  

[Verse 3]  
I’m off the Perc’, movin’ like a sloth (slow!)  
But the money run fast like Usain Bolt (dash!)  
Choppa sing high notes, opera throat (la-la!)  
Leave a opp floatin’ like a rubber boat (splash!)  
Diamonds VVS, they do jumping jacks (jump!)  
Bad bitch arch it, throw it back like tax (refund!)  
Trap house boomin’, neighbors call the cops (ring!)  
We just reload and keep makin’ drops (send it!)  
Mask on tight like it’s COVID season (cough!)  
One phone tap, whole block get even (wipe!)  
Racks so tall, need a ladder just to count (up!)  
I’m the king of this shit, where my crown? (crown!)  

[Breakdown]  
Dat—dat—dat—dat—dat (brrt!)  
Huh—huh—huh—huh—huh (yeah!)  
Bow—bow—bow—bow—bow (pow!)  
Gang—gang—gone!  

[Chorus]  
Trap goin’ stupid, call it special ed (dumb!)  
Draco spit fire, leave his dreads red (flame!)  
Whole lotta money, bed full of bread (stacks!)  
I’m the plug’s son, I ain’t never scared (nah!)  

[Outro]  
(PMO Music)  
Skrrt—brrra—pow—gone (yeah!)  
Trap still jumpin’, we on!

Special Ed [Prod. PMO Music]

october bootlegs

countupquestions