rexv2 - free mason (xgabrius) [CryBaby Exclusive]

truce + velli ~ eliante 「prod ⛧ vol 」

taboo ft ayerp (bryalle)

(Prod. Vvsmalibu & Smerk)

LYRICS:

(bee)
bitch im smoking dank dank, dank
bitch im smoking dank and making krank
nigga tried to ride my wave, i grabbed that cannon make em sink
and i fucked this hoe 4 times, i dont even know her fucking name
ROP, yeah that my gang (brrr)
it only take one call, yeah my shooter finna aim
yuh, for that chicken you get fried like some soul food
this bitch giving good brain, yeah she took my soul too
going up i thought i told you
i use fl, but you know i keep a pro tool
and im in FL, with ckaine we making pro moves
and that boy hesi with da fye, that must be his go to
off the bean i power up, i feel like goku

yeah i go ku’
i go dumb, this hoe want some
always asking me for munyun
im the plug nigga, want some sauce?
then come buy some
niggas stealing swag, guess they happy being my sons
we put belt to ass
if i catch a opp we gon beat em (yuh, yuh, yuh)
and you know imma spaz nigga when that beat on, yuh
this hoe got hella ass 
when i see her she gon turn that freak on, yuh
and i slide with a mask
when i pop, yeah you know my sneak on

yuh, big glocks big mac 10s
in the back seat, we delete em, yuh
broke bitch where ya cash bitch
where the racks bitch ima need em, yuh
ckaine in the back bitch
im in saks fifth with a liter, yuh
cant fuck with no black bitch
she a black bitch, please get back bitch
ima slide down with a mac 10, mac 10
nigga on my black shit
try to run bitch we hit ya back bitch, back bitch
i be on my slatt shit
ayerp, bitch i never lack bitch, lack bitch
bitch i never lack bitch (huh)
in a all black truck
and im whipping that shit faster fast bitch

i get money, i get bread
i put this chop to ya head
you try to run down on luh greg, lil bitch
bullets leave em fed, pussy nigga
lil bitch i never lack, glock in my bag lil nigga
range rover like sled lil nigga
lil bitch tryna run beat her back in
young nigga like me bring the racks in
in the field throwing bullets, like madden
ill be damned if a fuck nigga lackin
run down with a stick, we gon cap him
no pussy ass bitch, no capping
im in a mansion where the fashion, niggas mash in

bitch im smoking dank dank, dank
bitch im smoking dank and making krank
nigga tried to ride my wave, i grabbed that cannon make em sink
and i fucked this hoe 4 times, i dont even know her fucking name
ROP, yeah that my gang (brrr)
it only take one call, yeah my shooter finna aim
yuh, for that chicken you get fried like some soul food
this bitch giving good brain, yeah she took my soul too
going up i thought i told you
i use fl, but you know i keep a pro tool
and im in FL, with ckaine we making pro moves
and that boy hesi with da fye, that must be his go to
off the bean i power up, i feel like goku

Krank, Ft. Ayerp

#BFF

b2a prod isiahsxx 0:00/1:15
hide prod snowy n gfelds 1:15/2:05
colors ft 2ruce prod wtfriko 2:05/4:06

mix (ngl im dropping these i lied)

LYRICS:

I don't like to talk unless we talking bread
He talking 'bout my gang he a dead man walking, walking dead
If I call up lil Greg, he gon' slide down like a fucking sled
Big ass rock in my ear, I couldn't even hear what you fucking said
Call my dog he chalking
Big ass choppa, turn you to Steve Hawkins
Like some dreads I'm locked in
Got some bread and now these hoes they flocking
Fake ass niggas flauging, ROP we mobbing
Cut the snakes I'm cropping 
Hoe mad that she stalking me, me, me

Me, me, me
Came in with lil bbb, you toting bbb's
Slide with hammers like King Dedede, dedede
On his head just like some beady beads, beady beads
Your bitch give me head like DDT, yeah yeah DDT
Your bitch she hippity hop on the d
Brand new whip, don't got no keys
Puffing on za, niggas smoking on reef'
Yeah, chop make him run like Tyreek
Yeah, your music ass yeah it stink
Uh, putting on for my team
Yeah, bad hoe like to swipe visas
Paint her face like-, damn
Paint her face, Mona Lisa
I don't want her you can keep her
Yeah, with my dog just like Kiba
Yeah, boutta blow like a creeper
Bad bitch give me brain like a teacher
Yeah, we gon' put him on a t-shirt
Pull out that glock, nigga nice to meet ya
Damn, neck cold like a freezer
So I got to carry my heater
Yeah, hoe acting like I need her
Bitch, you just my favorite eater
Damn, in the field like-, fuck
In the field Derek Jeter
Damn, counting chips no pita
Ride with that griffin nigga no Peter

I don't like to talk unless we talking bread
He talking 'bout my gang he a dead man walking, walking dead
If I call up lil Greg, he gon' slide down like a fucking sled
Big ass rock in my ear, I couldn't even hear what you fucking said
Call my dog he chalking
Big ass choppa, turn you to Steve Hawkins
Like some dreads I'm locked in
Got some bread and now these hoes they flocking
Fake ass niggas flauging, ROP we mobbing
Cut the snakes I'm cropping 
Hoe mad that she stalking me, me, me

Stalkin (Prod. Bryalle & Swish)

instagram.com/lovemynine
prod lovemynine & gfelds

Money (ft. ayerp)

Marni [diego + Soda]

#scfirst
produced by bryalle
mixed & mastered by bryalle
@4jaae
@bryallee

Production by swisha

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