CRIMEWAVE X DRE SPLIFFMAN X PE$T

Prod. by Brandon Cordova

Drugs Feat. Crimewave & PE$T (Prod. Brandon Cordova)

Prod by Brandon Cordova
Image by SMOKECHAINER
Engineered by DJSM

//LYRICS

(Hook)
I got pounds in the drawer don't be askin what they for 
hunnet bands hunnet more watch em ship it out the door 
Stacking grams fitty floors 
Welcome mat section court 
Telegram at the porch 
Always comin back for more

Tell em wait
I got weight (x4)

(Verse 1)
Ain't pay right that grave site be shallow
Don't make light we save right for battle 
That place timed you waitin or paddle
Yo way to the grave in them shackles
That look on yo face astounding 
Got money got money got fountains
Got Henny got plenty we drowning
Yo pennies ain't sendin you nothing, but them
All black bans in that all black van 
Finna light yo ass up like a firecracker stand 
Im the fire starter man tellin smokey where to stand
Actin cozy in the forest till we torchin up the land. 

(Hook)

Been crazy hittin the coulde sac 
Where I slang the wait they slang it back 
Been comin up since summer ten 
Where the cover up ain't come in yet. 
We been rollin up the whole pack 
Got four blunts and four stacks 
Need four fronts ain't got that 
How the fuck you bout to pay your mom back. 
The snakes in the grass 
Seeds and stems 
Weed em out 
Send em friends. 
Got secret clouds where the screen ain't thin 
Ain't seein out that reefers end. 
Wanna see the drought don't need my house 
Squeel sound hit the peel out 
Two wheels now wit the secret route 
Swervin ain't Servin them deals now. 

(Hook)

Tell em wait
I got weight (x4)

Weight (Prod Brandon Cordova)

Prod by Brandon Cordova
Engineered by DJSM

Tell Jimmy John's to sponsor me.

//LYRICS//

Hit em wit the gas I'm runnin
Hit it freaky fast I'm runnin 

(hook)
Get the cash freaky fast on the map 
Slang the pack get the stack where the racks 
This the trap you ain't bad you a fat 
Hit the snap like it's kraft auto Mac 
On my Jimmy John 
Call me Jimmy John

Order up. 
Hit my phone and that order done. 
I got four more sevens on the corner bruh 
Off to work fore the sun come up you
Jog the block I'm runnin
Call the cops Aint runnin
Red light I run it
Yellin fuck life i run shit

Caught off guard way the prod get mobbed 
Imma stay well off statin fuck the law 
Grate my way till the paper top 
Fore I marinade in that nacho sauce.
This my serenade you hear me ma
In the game fresh sneakers on
Time to wake who you sleepin on 
Down payment made on the Beamer uh

Get it 253 985 59--
You can get at me plug it cheap hit my line 
Get it 253 985 59--
Need a fourteen double cheese extra greens 

Hit em wit the gas I'm runnin
Hit it freaky fast I'm runnin 

<Hook>

Hit em wit the gas I'm runnin
Hit it freaky fast I'm runnin

[$]Jimmy John[$] (Prod Brandon Cordova)

Produced by SMOKECHAINER
Engineered by DJSM

//LYRICS//

Strapped wit the pack like a banner 
Lil hoe gotta go learn manners
On the low got the locust on channel
On the low got the focus on angle
This is how the bandit sample 
This is how the ransom handle
I need cash in bag if you askin again get the Mac to the back of the temple 
Go and talk my way so what 
Don't ball no game cold cuts
Got prada chain whole bus
That motto change hoes up 
Go and twerk that thing daddy issues
Get work no ring grab a tissue
Need church don't sing phantom get you 
Gonna merk that thing Dap n ditch you 

Money

-HOOK- 
Money 
I got hunnets I got fitties I got twenties
I got money
I got money 
I got hoes I got bitches I got honeys
I got money
I got money 
I got bowls I got swishers I got dummy  
I got money
I got money 
I got money I got money I got money 
I got money

Get this money like pooh get honey
Cannon loose like the shooter comin 
All the tools but the hammer function 
On the move since camera stuntin 
Grade improve master study 
Gonna pay up too chance unlucky 
You came to lose ask somebody 
Get all loot keep the bammer from me 
I ain't smoke that Reggie 
What the fuck you think this is boy 
No one actin friendly wit that nothin on yo wrist boy
Conan wit the script boy 
Stackin where your grip boy 
Gallons in the system why you slackin on the fifth 

Money

<HOOK>

All that fuckin paper how you put it in the bag 
Someone call the tailor help me push it in this zag

Money (prod by SMOKECHAINER)

BACARDI

PROD IamBLAIZE & DJMASTERTACO
ENGINEERED DJSM

//LYRICS//

Sip Bacardi sip Bacardi sip bicardi off the wall
Sip Bacardi sip Bacardi sip Bacardi cop the mall 

(Hook)
I don't trust nobody 
Drop a body
Sip Bacardi
Got the mart I'm shippin Wally 
In the kitchen 
Sip Bacardi
Juke box bumping water pumpin
Fuck a job we 
Sip Bacardi
I got chickens where the dumplins
Grab that salad 
Sip Bacardi 

Bitch get crossed and he off the rocker 
Feel bass drops off that molly water
Get a full case robbed like he caught the martyr 
And when he caught the martyr he gone
Get a full Lane dotted fore concious coming 
Been caught the muddin start coughing something 
He probly gunnin fore the copper runnin buck shot or something 
How he slaughter budget 
(Like ooh shit damn yea) 
All in the black in a new crib 
He ballin out back of the new whip 
Got cues and they love it he Cupid 
Get loot and get Hoover he new rich
Get foolin no bueler you students 
Get schoolin disputed like shoot fists
Like new phone
Who dis 

Yea I ship that party 
 Sip Bacardi off the wall 
Bitch I play that ballin like im coppin the whole mall 

(Hook)

Sip Bacardi sip Bacardi 
Phone been off the hook
Got them people jumpin get that number plug the joog 
I got so much bread (so much bread) 
Yea we eatin good 
All the fam get fed off the meds what the speaker push 

Yea I ship that party 
Sip Bacardi off the wall 
Bitch I play that ballin like im coppin the whole mall 

(Hook)

Yea yea sip Bacardi sip Bacardi off the wall
Yea yea sip Bacardi sip Bacardi cop the mall

BACARDI (PROD IamBLAIZE + DJMASTERTACO)

Feat 1KBANE
https://soundcloud.com/t6bane

Prod by Deject
https://soundcloud.com/dejectxxx

Engineered by DJSM Studios
http://djsmstudios.com/

//LYRICS//

Bitch I am infinite 
All of the images night wit the silhouette 
Go head and fill the check 
Better get paid like I’m claiming the settlement 
You ain’t no militant more like a feminist 
I am not chivalric more like a felonist 
Bitch I want head or the head of dead presidents 
Better off dead if you think that I settle less
Set in the sky like Dethklok 
Boutta break bread let the head rock 
I’m so Barney Fred like I’m bedrock 
Been wit the med like a wed lock 
You set in the trend like the Fed watch 
Go play pretend like you set off 
no bitch and no friend and a desk job 
You pop go ahead like the bet off
Packs on 
Tax off
You ain’t slang shit in your life
Fast car 
NASCAR
My shit that die on the ride 
You pussy got porridge shit Thicken the soup
Get picked off no warnin yea bitch you a fool 
Posted then pull the shit quicken the move 
Get ghost like horror flick came here to lose

Do it stupid
You look fuckin foolish
You bitch 
Choosin
You a fuckin loser

All of these niggas want beef from computers 
These niggas is losers and that is a fact
You fakin savage for what lil nigga 
Dont make me go back to the old me and snap 
You said you countin them racks right?
Run in ya house wit a mask like..
40 get loud like a bagpipe..
Foenem come thru if I ask, ight
I got some bangers like Maaly Raw
Aint no passes or tickets inviting yall..
 How the fuck did you get in my sight at all? 
I steal packs  for myself and then light it all 
You play pussy to bitches that lie to yall
Do not ask me the difference 'tween right and wrong 
Pop  me 22 xans and then fight em off 
All my niggas is frieza in final form 
Come equipped wit  a heater to right a wrong 
I been up for some weeks just been writing songs 
When  my demons surround you dont fight em off
Cuz my niggas is hungry they like to brawl
She be hittin my phone ion like the broad 
Niggas lined up for features
Boy try tomorrow
Grab a pistol and knife just to fight em off
If you dissin tonight you gon die tomorrow 

Do it stupid
You look fuckin foolish
Yo bitch
Choosin
 You a fuckin loser

LOSER FEAT. 1KBANE (PROD DEJECT)

Prod SMOKECHAINER
Engineered by DJSM
Art by Drkblade

//LYRICS//

<Hook>
You ain’t shit 
Post up mu fucka better stay back 
Got the grey hound runnin for the pay back
Wit a pay pal account like say that 
Got it made mu fucka where yo weight at
You aint shit 

Post up mu fucka got the eyes all on me 
(See him see him) 
Rugrat Pickle  tommy 
Neck icicle like the shiv still on me 
Hit Malcom in the middle wit a flick switch army 
bitch I’m bitch I’m crunk 
shot gun the tweeter and bar heap 
In the function gettin buck
copped ten kilo at the swap meet 
All of the P.O. think they know me 
They know the clones and their homies 
Get locked and it loaded crock potted it’s honin that’s two to the dome for your Brodie 
Yea I’m rob Shapiro as a dope fiend 
Get it get it all wit a brawl and a nose bleed 
You that talk a lot drama wit no gold teeth
Been ballin comma comment wit the proceeds 

<Hook>

YAS (Prod SMOKECHAINER)

SIX FEAT LOCAL PROD $IX CENTS

Bean Feat. Slumba (Prod Cuzzi)

Break Shit (Prod S!kFuk)

Ronald (Prod SMOKECHAINER)

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Album Art Kameron Brown

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