same thing (feat. savvy)

Explicit.

7eddy - Run My Bag Up

Prod. yxngkenay + nico_wav

Run my bag up (prod. yxngkenay + nico_wav)

prod. 1fuckanxiety + advm

https://www.instagram.com/1chasingdreams/

Lyrics - 

I dont give a fuck if im from the burbs
Bitch im done dont wanna say no words
Its lean in my cup why my words slurred
Hi, nice to meet you, you can call me sir
Geeked in my class i aint even learn
Chrome Heart glasses but im not a nerd
Why you asked me if im geeked you know thats for sure
I just spent like 500 on a Celine shirt 

Perc 10 
Baby bring a friend 
Geeked in the benz
Cant see through my lens 
Hit up YSL with lil wren
They like why you sell, i need all the bands
Pills in my hands, fans in my bed 
Turn the speakers up i cant hear what u said 
Baby why you mad at me cause my cup red? 
ima pour this mother fucking lean up till im dead

frm da burbs

fables

2 PLAYS prod. snorkatje (reupload)

soalone

#summrs #pluggnb #undergroundrap #music #trending #taylorswift #bandlab

2026 (p.tstsy)

It was nice to know,
nice to,
nice to know ya... 

NiCE2KNOWYA

IN POCKET

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: Sabong

Lyrics:

(Yea, heh)

Huh I pull up, I pull up
I show up with swag and shit
Look like a mannequin
Ye I pour and I sip on that dirty red
Red and blue like a fed
I getcho ass done, like Bobafett
I'm gettin' the money by Chase- chasin' the bag
Look at my neck, icy as shit
Gettin' frostbit, gotta just flex
I am the man, goin' to war like I'm in Sudan
Rockin' the hood, but I ain't in no klan
Runnin' your mouth, you my mufuckin' fan
I get to the cheddar, but I ain't no rat
Pockets be full, I done over ran

Ye I'll turn you from first, to third person
Stalkin' my alt, bitch stop lurkin'
And keep my name out yo mouth, you needa stop chirpin' yuh
You is a gold digger, you is an attention getter
You is not a trend setter, she out with a vendetta
She rockin' that Maison Margiela
Ye dirty Diana, ye spilt in that fanum
I'm gettin' real rich, yea I'm makin' it happen
In an all black fit, yea I pull up in fashion (shit)
Ye pull out the stash, yea we smokin' that gas (smokin' that)
This blunt lookin' fat, sent me to Pakistan
Look at my wrist, it's stoned out
Look at my neck it ain't homo, but it got rainbows
I'm tearin' that bottom up, she got a bad sole (yuh)
Call up my ex baby, I'm missin' her day by day
Ye but shit ain't the same, shit ain't the same- shit ain't the same ye
I pull up with range- pull up with range, pull up with range ye
I show them the rain that comes with the storm, now they feelin' that pain ye
Now I switch up the fye, yea I switch up the fye
Gotta show em what the fuck I'm made of
Yea I'm as fly as a dove
I'm countin' the money, I'm runnin' it up
Top floor shit, boss that bitch

Huh I pull up, I pull up
I show up with swag and shit
Look like a mannequin
Ye I pour and I sip on that dirty red
Red and blue like a fed
I getcho ass done, like Bobafett
I'm gettin' the money by Chase- chasin' the bag
Look at my neck, icy as shit
Gettin' frostbit, gotta just flex
I am the man, goin' to war like I'm in Sudan
Rockin' the hood, but I ain't in no klan
Runnin' your mouth, you my mufuckin' fan
I get to the cheddar, but I ain't no rat
Pockets be full, I done over ran

OVERRAN

Sabong