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Lyrics:
Ya im finna seeya
I was running hop in the Kia
These boys funny look in the mirror
I count money do not get near
Keep on gunning fresh like it’s mint
Can’t be pressed im just innocent 
I get blessed you tell by the scent
Who’s the best, I guess it depends
I go snap it’s just an instinct 
Need my bitch be twisted in sync
Got my wish to heaven it’s sent
Real long list of how it could be
Swear im never gon pop out cowardly
Look at the top of the pile, don’t think I wanna be where the power be
Don’t know who im tryn make proud of me
The series a sweep you couldn’t compete
I’m talking to her she wana meet
I wana feel touch on ur bodyy 
Taking a trip we go to Bali
I run to the sack like Tamba Hali 
I pop addy not a molly
Need my lil baddie sweet like lolly
You know what I do the whole week
I make beats, record, then I repeat
Stomp on that lil ah beat like a cleat
Didn’t get papped lil buddy lucky
I be with the pack you know that we creep
I was in Texas shooting the skeet 
I felt my affect im feeling the heat
You know that this just me 
I tell her my thoughts she know what I mean
Tell you my thoughts you know what I mean
Missing the ones that I lost
Me and my brothers’d get tossy ride in the jeep
Knowing that I can’t stop
Gotta go through, through your energy
So this what I do the whole week
I make beats, record, the I repeat
Stomp on these lil ah beat like a cleat
Not at the top yet they all lucky
I really don’t got no pack it’s just me
I’m just gon practice til im elite
Build my palace up to the peak

repeat

Lyrics:
If you fw the gang then yk it get critical
I got a fn it get yo ass ridicule 
556 hit him no we not get physical 
Real beaner shi no i cannot be lyrical
Fucking this bitch now she think she a miracle
Spanish plug and i think his name is jericho
Emo bitch wanna fuck she acting spiritual 
I pop a perc n put 10 in my cereal
If i catch a opp im shooting up the funeral
Custom trips on me made of new material
I cant be killed bitch im the new imperial 
Send to the grave i give u a burial 
30 to my name give him a memorial 
Take his head off i split it like a oreo
I pop a pill n this bitch a euphoria 
I split his body now he got dysmorphia
Bad bitch on me n i think her name is gloria
Im in the back of the trap like magnolia 
Walk in the function they surely not know yuh
I got a shooter he missing a phobia
Run up on me ima kill you no scholia
Fucking with me then u dying a nolia
Two different sticks callem julia romea
Got me some za n jus start to roll me up

Critical (drewwcoldd)

gilbandz - dancing in da snow

foreign @myo

left me sick prod joshh4u

you look tense boy why don’t you just loosen up
shawty pull up on her period brought her coochie stuff
told her wait a lil week and then her coochie stuffed
we slid to the A and then we smoked a super blunt (x2)
everytime i spend some money i just gotta get some more
everytime i get some money i just gotta flip it for-
all the extra profit that i’m gettin i should run a store
i just faced this 3.5 god damn i could feel it in my core
*coughing*
yah
i put on a comfy fit you call it a bummy fit
i still make it work lil bitch but you cant even show me shit
oh you just took a trip and now you think you’re god or something
damn you just got hit and now you asking god for mercy
like who you think you is
ha-ha
who you think you is (x2)
i just talk about whatever i just do whatever
sorry you ain’t on the schedule hope you got the message
yah

loosen up (jul)

dozerr