Clique (prod. Saint Cardona)

Ice Spice Freestyle

Highway Touring

damn your bitch so fine, imma just go get behind her
take her home, cook her food then go and one night her
young nigga, doubled dripped down in some fine designer
flow so contagious like it was made in wuhan china
shoot him up, make a pussy wet like a vagina
steph curry range, bullets hate niggas once they find ya
me and my niggas hanging out like a bourgeois 
puff and passing that gas, that shit so loud, bitch i cannot see

nigga it’s don libra, they be asking who he is
it’s the nigga that you’re blasting whilst you bless yo fuckin ears
this shit very rare, extraordinaire, no countache
your shit derriere, that shit ain’t fair, no taste like goulash
beat a nigga down, ground pound, like in the goulag 
stacking all my dough, got so much racks yeah bitch i’m too hard
i got bars, no xans, so lyrical but bitch not Tupac
High above the clouds, cus of the loud, like Mount Coot-Tha

Wuhan Freestyle

Wuhan Freestyle (prod. by llouis)

When i dropped a track they said that shit was fuego
That’s tuff, was not ev’ a rapper but now i stay low
10 toes down till i make a labels payroll 
Gonna go back 2 back like a free throws
All i need in life is some money, drugs and freak hoes
Nigga all your songs are trash, you know why? cus i said so
Want me so much money like it’s run out of the faucet
Money like a river cus i got the bank deposit

Braith in the driver seat going 160
Swerving all through the lanes, yeah the nigga hella shifty
Niggas pulling billies on the highway in the backseat
It’s all fun and games till a fuckwit drops the CP

I only say shit once, you don’t hear me ever repeat
I always wear my rings like i just got a damn 3peat
Call me ghost rider, when i spit, you niggas feel heat
I ain’t ever gonna stop my grind until you see me deceased

Like a pharaoh i’m on top while you are getting rock bottomed
You niggas always finish last, i finish first with no problems
Finish on yo bitch face like i do when i drive to the rim
Dribble, pull up, get the foul and one and i banked that shit in

Finish on yo bitch face like i do when i drive to the rim
Dribble, pull up, get the foul and one and i banked that shit in

When i dropped a track they said that shit was fuego
That’s tuff, was not ev’ a rapper but now i stay low
10 toes down till i make a labels payroll 
Gonna go back 2 back like a free throws
All i need in life is some money, drugs and freak hoes
Nigga all your songs are trash, you know why? cus i said so
Want me so much money like it’s run out of the faucet
Money like a river cus i got the bank deposit

Billson - Single

Billson (Prod. BeatsByHT)

When i pistol whip a bitch and then i double tuck the pump, leave zero evidence
If you fuck with us, we kick you out, you fuck nigga we be just leaving severed ends
it be hardcore parkour the way hoes always be jumping to conclusion
"pass the blunt bruh", like FaZe i’m blazed nigga, faded i be barely moving
cook a nigga up, take his ankles, then i serve it up, tepanyaki
tell a nigga to stop flexing his rental beamer like a permanent rari 
hit a thotty up, break her back with the extendo beam that im packin
nigga talk shit till the holo tips hit, make the bitch dance Michael Jackson

Like the lakers we not losing
We like Goku and Vegeta fusioned
Pop a cap and my mind starts cruising
Not a fein like the bitches that abuse them
Ask for some ganja, i give you the shake
Stop talking sweet, didn’t order no cake
Keep running your mouth, well nigga okay
Left nigga sliced up like a fish fillet

throwaway track

throwaway track prod. by Donnie Katana x MBWAV

I got ice up in my veins, glide up on the beat like FroZone
They be cappin on the tracks, like they got straps, no Warzone
Must be a hunter, how i’m greening when i’m all up in them Hot Zones
Smoke out the pound of some good loud, but not like the place that dogs go

Niggas think it’s funny, always laughing like it’s stand up
Till they broke without no bread, while i’m out here getting bands up 
Niggas with public opinions talking shit on private accounts
Meet them in public, you see not they not with what they talking about
They think they shooters, but they camping out they house like they’re Lazlo 
How can they be counting money fast if their grind slow?
See me with my girl, she so damn fine, they shocked like pikachu
Why you staring dummy, like you know me, who the fuck is you
Speeding on the block, nonstop like i double dropped
They go pop lock, keep dodging bullets until the mag drop
Like i’m deadshot, if i hit you it’s gone be headshot
Bullet flipped him in half and made the poor boys head drop

He think he tough cus he bought an all black Nike Tech Fleece
We took his shit and burned it as well, just to say the least
This ain’t a sneak diss, you’re just scared you’ll get beat by K triple (3)
Your brain will overdose on my bars, just Peep whats said a Lil

Don Libra

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