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I got a bone to pick with niggas my doggy gone get em

Fuck around and drove to fast I spilt drank on my denim 

Fuck the hoe go ghost 
Hop in the ghost like Danny phantom 

Yuh I keep it quiet but these drugs they killing me 
This lil hoe fuck with my style I think she feeling me

Said she wanna fuck with me slide to the Bnb 
I ain’t rlly felt this in awhile but this feel real to me 

It feel real to me but do it feel real to you ?
She mad that I fell asleep but bitch I’m sippin on that juice 

Dirty cup it got me feeling good 
Draco with the wood lil nigga wish you would 

After hours creeping through your neighborhood 
And my doggy gone catch em he gone bite down

Tell that hoe I’m tryna fuck yeah lay that pipe down 

I got a bone to pick with niggas my doggy gone get em 
Yuh I keep it quiet but these drugs they killing me 

This lil hoe fuck with my style I think she feeling me
Said she wanna fuck with me slide to the Bnb 

I ain’t rlly felt this in awhile but this feel real to me 
Draco with the wood lil nigga wish you would

b0ne

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 nigga get hit wit the left hand, i been runnin round wit her best friend, send that boy under yeah we threat him, better test yo luck we gon blitz him, she gon try to lock me up like akon, that tech might jus grant my wishes, i been runnin shit up like a marathon, he gon tell for a lighter sentence.
    cartier wrist like the winter i'm cold, got a bitch right imma put her on vouge, it's me n my brudda we don't tell no soul, spanish bitch eatin up the dick like a churro, nigga be trash had to get in that mode, rich til i'm dead niggas sellin they soul. how many niggas gon die i don't know, how many times i done cried i don't know. you ain't like that better know yo role no epstein shit but i put her on a boat, now i'm way to high eyes dialed, my brudda came in wit a brand new scope, booted up bitch i been in dat mode booted up bitch i been in dat mode booted up bitch i been in dat mode i been booted up booted up

Yeah know that I booted up
Know that I’m zooted up

See the wrong faces then my twin he shoot it up

We getting money that’s true enough 
I take ur bitch if she cute enough 

Gucci Prada & Louis yuh
Gucci Prada & Louis yuh 

Louis make your bitch wanna go 
Shouldn’t put ur trust in that hoe 
Shout out twin we outside and we pouring 4s
That’s why I’m outside moving slow 
Cannot love that hoe she’ll leave you cold 
That’s yo big brudda sent him to the store 
Roll up roll up roll up then I’m in my zone 
Roll up roll up roll up toting on that chrome 

it get messy, bih let's go, know it's war for my brudda send dat lo, we gon kick yo door don't break in no home, you coulda came up wit us but you niggas sold

Left hand (ft. fuegoboof)

Lyrics/
Been knew that 
I knew you’d come right back 

This my last time calling back 

I knew that you’d answer that 

Whatchu want I’d spend a bag on you

I’d give it all to you 

I could make it rain baby put you in some jewels 

No we not the same baby that nigga so fu

You know I hate that petty shit just tell me the truth 

She going stupid she going stupid 

I might just lose I might just lose it 
Everybody so phony these niggas just thought I was clueless 

Boy what the fuck is you doing

Don’t worry bout your friends I’m just tryna fuck on you 

 as soon as I get that lo I’m pulling up on you 

Yeah just tell the truth i promise I won’t look at you different 

I swear i fuck with you but lately it feel like something’s missing 

She like Rick Owen Rick Owen Prada Prada 

Tell her bring a friend I’m outside with my fucking shotta 

Outside if she need sum she know lil Rosa got it 

Balenci on me denim jeans your hoe think I’m stylish 

Been knew they was phony I been knew that 

Bitch said she was lonely 

Lonely 

Been knew that 
I knew you’d come right back 

This my last time calling back 

I knew that you’d answer that 

Whatchu want I’d spend a bag on you

I’d give it all to you 

I could make it rain baby put you in some jewels 

No we not the same baby that nigga so fu

You know I hate that petty shit just tell me the truth 

She going stupid she going stupid

beenknewthat

fadeaway (ft. fuegoboof)

dispatch

nun 2 say (ft. fuegoboof)

pass dat (ft. fuegoboof, ammostillo)

paranoid

i promise

mail

Lyrics 
Gotta keep going no I can’t stop 

I get the bands and stack it to the top 
Roll up a spliff I do ts a lot 
I’ll keep it real I won’t tell u a lie 
Anytime that I go out I’m so fly 
She looked at me said she ready to die 
I get so high u can tell by my eyes 


She want my love but im barley alive 
I pop a x then I float in the sky 
I mix the pain with the lean and the sprite 
I told my brudda it gone be aight 
I see thru the fake boy im reading the signs
Yuh my bitch bad too divine 
I rip out that hoe spine
I tell her that she mine 
Ik we gone go up but ts take sum time 

Twin just poured sum tech 
We pour more then a line 
I step on that boys neck just to get what’s mine 
Go outside I’m fresh ts number 9

Ion do no sleeping up all night 

Don’t care bout the price boy I just swipe 

Cop what I like ptso 

Don’t fw fake niggas no not at all 

Swish I just hit the net 
ARP long like baguette 
Pass that bitch right to my dawg 
Then I go and count these checks
Bad bih wanna shoot a vlog anytime she drop that neck 

Nigga capping that he ball no he can’t get no respect

Keep goin {nikita}

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I love all this silver on my body fuck the gold 

Idgaf I throw designer on the floor 

I told that bih she my favorite tell her be my hoe 

Then I tell that bih to do gymnastics touch ha toes 

Big ass pants big mf shirt 

Tell lil niggas it ain’t shit to put in work 
I can’t name a time a slut had left luh Rosa hurt 
Pull up in that fucking tonka so Yk my money twerk 
Make my money dance 
Baby these not Percocets lil baby these shits xans 
Ima beat that pussy I don’t even need my hands 
I never thought it end like that you supposed to be my man’s 
Ima be aight tho I just need rubber bands 
Rosa he just kick back my feet up in the sand 
Ask me what I got on rn bitch expensive brands

We don’t even smoke the same I cop expensive strands 

Tattoos on my body idc when I get old

Damn I miss my brudda wish he seen how much I’ve grown 

Think bout what you said we get rich off a iPhone 

Damn I need my rackss stacking tall like the Eiffel

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