Jazzin (icygps)

written & vocals by me
Engineered and mastered by me
Instagram @dirtglokk

bakkwood (p. diezi)

prod. @lilbabysaidthatiwas4pf
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Jewels on my waist bitch im lookin a gem
Coolin wit yo bae she be thumbin through my bands 
Thumbin through that bitch she too kissed up on my damn face
Only talkin faces bitch that nilla nilla wafer wait
Bones on my denim like a skelly on my chain
Nah chains on my hip I be walkin with that wallet bae
Fuck idk bitch im flyer than a damn crane 
Fucks wit yo hoe on my higher fuckin plane wait
Kissed up I just want caress in my check wait
Kissed up she like tummy honey that’s my taste
Kissed up all these bitches got it want it made hey 
Kissed up all my hoes pretty won(chae)
Miss ya gold on my chest so finesse imma 
Diss ya fucka don’t end up on my list
Still up sippin on this pink got me silly yuh
Indica dreamin with yo hoe we in India
Stackin up the Billie’s I ain’t talkin no Mandy White hoe white fox Sippin onna venti
Shea butterfly locs sweet like candy
She a fuckin gun i ain’t talkin bout panty
All my bitches kissed up
All my hoes kissed up
What u want kissed up
How u like it kissed up
Watch that fuckin diss bruh
Holes in em like Swiss
She gon share the bliss 
On my fuckin a list

kissed up! (prod. wuu)

prod. @ferais
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dope on my own like that coco hinted mixture
Fast money slowpoke run this shit might miss ya 
Heard you still stuck on that ho what a fixture 
Thumbin through the pape think my paws gettin blisters
One of my bitches like kin
One of my bitches like nilla
Mix up Neapolitan 
One of my brothers smoke pain like killa
Bitch we gon ride to the end either yous out or nigga you in
She like cream strawberry Sippin ts feel her win
Walk in bags I’m clutchin
I got sticks bitch Russian
They gon hit percussion 
We don’t sip no tussin
Cinnamon flicks I just wanna fw flava
Rich bitch wanna take it higher to the major
Lychee jelly feel me like a castaway savior
Wanna take her there but ik I can’t save her
Spreadin bands charcuterie 
Miss me with that foolery
All my dreams is soon to be
None of this shit is new to me
Sprinkles she give me top
Pringles salty they hot
Miso fresh out the pot 
Kilo smokin that za

neapolitan (prod. fashionist)

she wanna fuh, tell da ho no!
lyrics
we be kickin down yo door
pizzeria. i got dough
niggas my sons, copy my flow
mexican plug, fresh out da boat 
servin da white, servin the coke
niggas be funny, niggas be jokes
water on me, i needa boat 
i got that money you already know 
you dony want no smoke, boy you could choke
roll wit the bloods but i got me some locs 
dat bit on her knees i feel like the pope
nigga mad dat i fucked on his bitch im like "cope"
you needa kys, need a rope
ian wanna fuck, pass ha to bro
she wanna fuck tell da hoe no!

she wanna fuck tell da hoe no! (x8)

im in canada wit fash(ionist)
and you know we got sum multicolored cash  
twin turbos on da hellcat got it fast
yo mixtape ice spice, it got ass

uh-huh (x4)

im so high im out in space
you gon eat dese fuckin bullets, say yo grace
call me yb how we put dese guns to face 
i be gettin hella chips, frito lay

slide in an amg
he got hit, arp
yo homeboy, rip
all my opps six foot deep
we gon slide in dat jeep
make that nigga momma weep
nigga lame, he a geek
yo girl showing me her feet

(OUT ON ALL PLATS) tell da hoe no @me

arpsweatpants - get groovyy [brokeboitaylor]

trula - revolver [ab4n + karuma]

@kountingkills
@djcodeinewar

explicit 

fn , leavin tht boy just 2 rot 
bad hoe , she wanna fuk onna boss
mad hoe , she wanna get wat she loss
im in the field , it got raided wit cops
me and my boys we loaded wit mops 
he said its beef but not droppin the drop 
u got an issue , i call up cartel 
not on my status , like can u not tell ? 
sippin’ on wock , my kidney gon fail 
he tried to run but im on tht boy tail
choppa it singin’ , it givin out mel’s 
trappin all day , got packs thru the mail
yo money weak, like yo money frail 
started dis path and im leavin a trail
feel like im rocki , ts is not real 
i got 2 glocks n im itchin 4 kills

hol up , way 2 slow bitch
way back in tht mode bitch 
hit em wit dat chrome ye 
if he talkin wrong ye 
bullets in his dome , we catch em at the show ye 
im giving yo bitch a luh bone 
she like it the way tht she moanin 

hit yo girl frm the back , from the backend , from the backend hol up
is tht k , k , kountingkills , i done seen tht boy on the gram hol up 
if u gon come shop , you better getting mo den a gram hol up
pop out on my shit , i got hella shooters , call tht boy sam hol up  
knock knock , who at the door ? i got plenty bullets juh to blam ya
bitch i keep a knock , put trust in the pistol it wont jam yuh
mr eat so swell , u could catch me eatin pasta wit the lamb ye 
yo bitch , gimmie brain imma put tht ho rite on the camera

sincerely , 


big kk

kissed up! (prod. wuu)

Evan Lemon

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