produced by natecxo, runna

(i was waitin’ for niggas to count me out, ya
i swear niggas was waitin’ for this shit
heard niggas waitin’ on me ya, ya
i heard niggas waitin’ on me)

skrrt skrrt skrrt

im the one that gave em hope
im the one that gave em hope
im the one thats doing shows
im the one across the globe
she wanna fuck me yea i know
she wanna fuck me yea i know
im the type to fuck his hoe ya
im outside smoking dope, bitch
homicide he getting closer
homicide he getting rolled up
said she wanna fuck with kota
ok bitch, lets go, yah
.30 on em get him fold up
im the one these niggas know
i got money now she notice me
she addicted to this dope, huh
im addicted to her throat
find my swag and now its over
diamonds cold like minnesota
all this money got a hold of me
all this money got a hold of me

bankroll it keep going
all these niggas getting old on god
all my money getting older
your hoe suck my soul away then i act like i dont know her
bitch mad cause i glo’d up
arp fully loaded yeah ride round with my soldiers
hop in traffic watch me cut up
big ass bankroll full of hundreds, yah
bands hit different when you come from nothin’
i was fuckin’ on bad hoes bad hoes yeah all summer
yah, told this hoe look up she gon see a star
i put the beamer in auto park
walk out the scene with an audemar
chop got a beam call it my lil yhop
im putting semi autos to his heart
niggas be fiends looking for some clout
if he want clout give em what he want
walk in the party smoking on some boof
got way to high i almost crashed the car
passing my twin the lob like alley oop
google my name or look me on safari
yo block like cod we get him nuked
hoe grant my wishes this hoe fairly odd
i need a blunt atleast when i record
you want a feat a hundred every bar
don’t fuck with niggas acting like we cool
ride round with that shit lil bitch im heavy armed
i rock rick in like every department
fuck dis hoe i broke her back in 7 parts
nigga said im broke oh he a smart one
i just blew a couple racks in saint laurent
bitch wanna double back she said me hard work
cause she know its really paying off

im the one that gave em hope
im the one that gave em hope
im the one thats doing shows
im the one across the globe
she wanna fuck me yea i know
she wanna fuck me yea i know
im the type to fuck his hoe ya
im outside smoking dope, bitch
homicide he getting closer
homicide he getting rolled up
said she wanna fuck with kota
ok bitch, lets go, yah
.30 on em get him fold up
im the one these niggas know
i got money now she notice me
she addicted to this dope, huh
im addicted to her throat
find my swag and now its over
diamonds cold like minnesota
all this money got a hold of me
all this money got a hold of me

(all this money got a hold of me)
(all this money got a hold of me)

Intro

produced by natecxo

im tryna cop the mclaren and mufuckin take off, yuh
thats your main hoes starin' im fucking her face off, yuh
and my twin shoot shit he gon play ball, yuh
yuh, all dis money mean nun to me
bankroll keep thumbin' it
we got sticks like an army
hella sticks like atari
fuck dat hoe then im tossin' it
bout the money then im all in it
shoot a nigga get him off me
cout up guala in my coffin
told this bitch we do this often

i just had a show in boston
saw my chain and she got lost in it
stealing swag he got no sauce with it
stainless steal on my exhaust nigga
whats a lil boy to a boss nigga?
live my life its what it costs nigga
sip wock like i got a cost nigga
bitch i fell in love with cough syrup
bitch you best proceed with caution
tryna run off with my old swag
man i swear these niggas lost it
on my dick boy you a pause, nigga
yea my bitch she on that goth shit
man im hanging with the dogs, nigga
and we smokin' on that dog shit
.44 bulldog really bark, nigga
hope you get hit by a car, nigga
i be sipping till im gone, nigga
talking down you got the wrong nigga
your bitch got her favorite song, nigga
did this shit with out no playlisting, did this shit with out no label
niggas cap they telling fables
sipping drop this shit is fatal

im tryna cop the mclaren and mufuckin take off, yuh
thats your main hoes starin' im fucking her face off, yuh
and my twin shoot shit he gon play ball, yuh
yuh, all dis money mean nun to me
bankroll keep thumbin' it
we got sticks like an army
hella sticks like atari
fuck dat hoe then im tossin' it
bout the money then im all in it
shoot a nigga get him off me
cout up guala in my coffin
told this bitch we do this often

Often

produced by natecxo

 
produced by natecxo

lyrics :

i aint tryna,
i aint tryna crash out
all my hoes so bad i wish i had you for longer
every time you mad you look so bad shawty dont you (yea)

its a hundred for the play, yea
fuck this hoe one time ya ya go mia, yea
bitch hit my phone want eat dick like fish filet, yea
niggas crossed my back so i cant do no favors
bitch i made what you made weekly yesterday
she dont fuck with yall niggas cause yall not paid enough
on the frontline bitch my twin up in the A, yea
this bitch wan live that 6life yea yea,
this hoe tryna get slayed out

i aint tryna,
i aint tryna crash out
all my hoes so bad i wish i had you for longer
we both got our past but now im passing you on (yea)

(yea, ha, yeah)

Frontline

produced by natecxo

lyrics :

let this chop go, fall out
all i do is ball out
i dont answer calls now
lil hoe on my balls, wow
double cup the solo cup that bitch is full of red
i got pole on me, fuck with us you heard what i said
that hoe said i smell like sex
i text back like, "bitch you fed"
fill em up with led, fell in love with percocet
fell in love with perfect sex
i like sex, i like sex yah
i like sex, i like sex yah
y- you dont want my twin come get ya
oxy, o- oxy just kicked in lil bitch im finna boot
SRT no two door coupe, and im with your boo
i just poured a red six, think i got the flu

on his block lets take a trip my niggas ready to, frr, ya
i count racks oh ya, oh ya, them shits they stuck like glue
not my gang not cool,
with that drac watch what i do
count up racks all day, no this shit not new, yah
dont fuck with my gang?
then its fuck your crew
i said run that bitch, pockets fat like gunna bitch
pour that drank im sick, ya
she get no text back from me
i cant save no bitch, ya
we put holes right through that v

let this chop go, fall out
all i do is ball out
i dont answer calls now
lil hoe on my balls, wow
double cup the solo cup that bitch is full of red
i got pole on me, fuck with us you heard what i said
that hoe said i smell like sex
i text back like, "bitch you fed"
fill em up with led, fell in love with percocet
fell in love with perfect sex
i like sex, i like sex yah
i like sex, i like sex yah

(fell in love, yah)
(i like sex, i like sex)

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