Prod. Drewtek & Rainforest

Video: https://youtu.be/3jwGMEvwmwU?si=9FXJHWDewgH5wBd9

(Lyrics)

And this shit is not what it seem
And the shit its not what it seem
I done upped my price, raised the fee 
Finna upgrade, do a damn arena
Yeah my boy, he got what you needin
With twin & we blow on sativa
Sweet wood, putting gas in the leaf
Halo, I’m a master, I chief
Heart sleeve since 017
Need me, ion know if I need ya 
I ain’t putting up my hand to defeat
Ima walk out with some bands at least 
I’m just doing what I can for the team
And my bruddaman lean, lean, lean
I can’t worry bout the fans or the fiends
And its Kris Van Assche on the jeans

We having flavors
You know we drip in the latest
Yes im so cool, I’m her favorite
We made a yo from the vacant
Don’t say goodbye, just say later
Bro brought the fye through Decatur
These niggas never seen paper, these niggas never seen house came with acres 
Damn

Know what I’m saying 
Bitch my so swag got your hoe on demand
Run through that bitch, put a hole in the sand 

And this shit is not what it seem 
I done upped my price, raise the fee
Fuck a Scat Pack, riding in a Beamer
Finna upgrade, do a damn arena
Young nigga need my chicken and my cheese
Fuck nigga, real good how we eating
That nigga tryna join, can’t beat us
Packs in, came from Philly like the Eagles
Four deep on that road like The Beatles
No weed, call my brother he the trap addict
No sleep bout the numbers man I’m mathematic
So geeked, roll another and I’m fantastic

Know what I’m saying 
Bitch my so swag got your hoe on demand
Run through that bitch, put a hole in the sand 
Count all that cash with my dominant hand
We get them racks so don’t worry again
This shit gon last so don’t worry again 
We finna make this shit perfect again 
This shit gon last so don’t worry again 

Yeah, know what I’m saying? 

Perfect again, on god I leave a hole in the sand
Fat blunt yea that hoe smoke in the wind 
This is our way out, more than the synths 
Yeah
Know what I’m saying? 

And this shit is not what it seem
And the shit its not what it seem
I done upped my price, raised the fee 
Finna upgrade, do a damn arena
Yeah my boy, he got what you needin
With twin & we blow on sativa
Sweet wood, putting gas in the leaf
Halo, I’m a master, I chief

Vadova - Seem (Vid In Desc)

SwagRap Spokesman [Saint] *Music Video OUT NOW*

unitus - brooklyn (406ahmad)

Prod Rainforest x Kyosei

Music Video: https://youtu.be/2bqy2ySSY58

(Lyrics)

Really fucking them bands up, damn
Really fucking my plans up
Bad, hoe tryna fuck my damn plans up
That, hoe tryna fuck on my mans like yeah
Ksubi jeans hang off my ass like damn
Got that B-roll in my pants like, yeah

Copping that drip off Therealreal
Nigga done shopping at Concord Mills
All my plug bottles be still sealed 
I know your plug having refills
Damn, 424 jacket came straight from LA with them details
You know that I could just get her for retail, then I just put her on resale

Hold on

I take a puff of that za, I see stars when I inhale
These bitches trying too hard for a young nigga heart, better know thats a big fail 
I’m in New York with the cig smell
Open the bag and you know that that shit smell
And even if this shit derail, I know that I just went hard for this shit, yeah
Damn 
Ysl on my shades, I got swag on my face
Why you settle for less, when it’s way more to gain 
I start repping my set, now these boys do the same 
I got negative test in my piss for that lame shit 
I got positive memories of hitting stains, bitch 
I just made the cocoon, they ain’t want see me change bitch 
Fill my bank up with blues, I don’t want no damn chain bitch 
Leave my hoe right on read, think I been on some strange shit 

Really fucking them bands up, damn 
And you seen my damn pain firsthand 
You switch up like the rest and it’s sad 
I was calling for help with no end, but now I come up and they just calling back 
Hit my phone but I changed my jack 
And I’m forever straight, real rap 

Ysl on my shades, I got swag on my face
Why you settle for less, when it’s way more to gain 
I start repping my set, now these boys do the same 
I got negative test in my piss for that lame shit 
I got positive memories of hitting stains, bitch 
I just made the cocoon, they ain’t want see me change bitch 
Fill my bank up with blues, I don’t want no damn chain bitch 
Leave my hoe right on read, think I been on some strange shit 

Really fucking them bands up, damn
Really fucking my plans up
Bad, hoe tryna fuck my damn plans up
That, hoe tryna fuck on my mans like yeah
Ksubi jeans hang off my ass like damn
Got that B-roll in my pants like, yeah

Copping that drip off Therealreal
Nigga done shopping at Concord Mills
All my plug bottles be still sealed 
I know your plug having refills
Damn, 424 jacket came straight from LA with them details
You know that I could just get her for retail, then I just put her on resale

I take a puff of that za, I see stars when I inhale (CL, WavCL)

Vadova - Realreal (Vid In Desc)

Nosaint - 85SOUTH  (prod  zaan)

@6evermir + @unitusxx prod. leanblunt + giannii

6evermir + unitus - bomb it (leadblunt + giannii)

unitus - face down (prod.nuarferatu) *GASH EXCLUSIVE*

Produced by Project

(Lyrics)

Told that girl just how I feel 
Told that girl just how I felt
I wish I could, I can’t help it
Hoe like the pack, I’m tryn smell
Big ass Dutch, take a puff and you shell
Eat that bitch up and you melt
Swag on the shelf and the belt, don’t need help
Shots going off and it smell like you weldin’ 

Having these scales like the fuckin’ cartel
Walk in that bank with the stealth 
Totaled the cat, drove it straight outta hell
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth 
Hold on
That boy a peasant, he told on himself
Designer here, designer there, man this shit right on the shelf
Boy I’m workin’ that check, this ain’t theft

Told that girl just how I feel
Told that girl just how I felt
I wish I could, I can’t help it
Hoe like the pack, I’m tryn smell
Big ass Dutch, take a puff and you shell
Eat that bitch up and you melt
Swag on the shelf and the belt, don’t need help
Shots going off and it smell like you weldin’ 
Boy, you not poppin’ that Glock, but you held it
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth 
Walk in and walk out that bank with the stealth
He can’t even come to swag school, he expelled
Hold on,
Cut up on 485 like a chef
Homicide here, homicide there, man this the city of death
Boy I’m workin’ that check, this ain’t theft

This beat so groovy like Topside’s 
Middle fingers to the other side
If I sign, then I hope that my brother sign
If I die, then I’m hoping my brother live
You can have this shit, I’m on some other shit 
Used to be sad that I wasn’t like them other kids
They ain’t peep I was great but my mother did
Oh they want see me broke? Fuck ‘em then 
Caught a play like that bitch was a pigskin 
Still an African goat like I’m Wizkid 
Man, I think that these niggas been drinking
Cuff a thot, nigga, what was you thinking?
Swag on the shelf, and the belt it got sequins
Before I get to that grave, hope they knowing my name
Sign to the Wav, you can get you a chain, know a few good flips put you back in the game, like 

Swag on the shelf and the belt, don’t need help
Shots going off and it smell like you weldin’ 
Walk in and walk out that bank with the stealth
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth 
Hold on, he can’t even come to swag school, he expelled
Designer here, designer there, man this shit right on the shelf
All this shit came through the mail 

I wish I could, I can’t help it
Hoe like the pack, I’m tryn smell
Hold on
Told that girl just how I feel
Told that girl just how I felt
Big ass Dutch, take a puff and you shell
Eat that bitch up and you melt
Swag on the shelf and the belt, don’t need help
Shots going off and it smell like you weldin’ 

Boy, you not poppin’ that Glock, but you held it
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth 
Walk in and walk out that bank with the stealth
He can’t even come to swag school, he expelled
Hold on,
Cut up on 485 like a chef
Homicide here, homicide there, man this the city of death
Boy I’m workin’ that check, this ain’t theft

Vadova - Twelfth

unitus - skywalk

prod wyze


said too much i don't need to explain
funds!
yeah i run it up
4 flat, track race
pill!
fuck my stomach up
throw it up, make it rain
slut!
i love me a slut she be doin what i say
say!
know i what say?
do what i say
babygirl what would you do without me?
took my bestfriend Ben to the bank
teller be tellin they keepin him safe
know i'm that nigga just keepin it Frank
RIP auntie miss seeing your face
with the whole squad, 7 deep in the H
mama don't trip cause she know i'll be great
mama don't trip, she know i'm the man
one for all, i'm goin in
mama said ain't no slowing down
go head and get yo moment in

ay, this ain't, okay
this shit won't be the same
you play, in face
but i can't hate the player
i hate, these games
mama i been in danger
i'm Bad, MJ
i'm Bad, MJ
Bad, MJ
i'm Bad, MJ
Bad, MJ
i'm Bad, MJ

came through
get it tatted on yo body baby
this is for the Yu
uh
Junk movin like i'm Tom Brady
this is for the crew
yeah
ain't really nobody else
yeah i fuck with you
you
can't trust that mf
a slime mf
i slide on you fuckas
i hate to bust yo bubble
but i'm onna come up
shut yo mouth, can't say too much
in her guts it look like tumor
on facetime BKTheRula

said too much i don't need to explain
funds!
yeah i run it up
4 flat, track race
pill!
fuck my stomach up
throw it up, make it rain
slut!
i love me a slut she be doin what i say
say!

Vadova - Seem (Vid In Desc)

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