lame (prod. opi1k)*OUT EVERYWHERE*

lyrics:

Bitch I’m chillin at the top like woah
They tryna ca-ca-catch me tell em they a bit too slow
and I’m chillin in the back with like 2 bad hoes
Whole gang got blicks in the back on go

Like damn hah make more money than your dad
Pissed off, he be talking shit on Instagram 
*ENEMY SPOTTED*
Pull up to his crib and we make him hit the dash
Trackstar, way that he be running like the flash
Like in 1,2, I might blow
Got like 3,4,5 bad hoes
Need like 6,7 bands for the show
Got like 8,9 opps but I cannot fold

like fuck that, I don’t want to talk bout no treaty
Talking big talk but he won’t come and meet me
Talk shit we gon spin your block like a CD
Bitch it’s e-e-eyesore poppin out your screen like it’s 3-D

Bitch I’m chillin at the top like woah
They tryna ca-ca-catch me tell em they a bit too slow
and I’m chillin in the back with like 2 bad hoes
Whole gang got blicks in the back on go

catch me (prod. astral)*OUT EVERYWHERE*

Lyrics:

I been talking to the girl next door like damn
Yeah that bitch too bad like damn
Show me how you move like that
I said “I can’t love no bitch” i might take that back
2x

Bitch I ain’t no lame im in first place
I just hit a home run they not even first base
They gon have catch me in a ski mask and a North Face
He can’t even- He can’t even- He can’t even talk to her, im fucking on the first date
They gon try to keep me quiet im like “no way”
Yeah she told me I can “Fix You” like it’s Coldplay
Ima get my money and my bag up my own way
She got me trippin think “I Love Her” like Cobain

I been talking to the girl next door like damn
Yeah that bitch too bad like damn
Show me how you move like that
I said “I can’t love no bitch” i might take that back
2x

girl next door (prod. nitetime x crxmson) *OUT EVERYWHERE*

reflect (prod. soulzii) *OUT EVERYWHERE*

SUPERSONIC ft. Pariah (prod. Synergy)

*ON ALL PLATS*
all creds to (prod. skrrtur) for the beat <3
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reaptokyo

Lyrics: 
I got hella drugs in my tummy
(uh, yeah, uh)
Got these niggas 
Pissin and they runnin 
(uh, yeah, uh)

Hit u wit a beam take yo money 
(uh, yeah, uh)
I still got that heat 
Yeah I’m juggin 
(uh yeah uh)

Pull up in that scat bitch 
Yeah, we here now where u at?
Talkin all that shit 
Ok now yous a scaredy cat 

I got bad news
Yeah I got a bullet for yo ass too 
3 for yo sqaud 
Gon be smokin on yo pack soon

Yeah 
holdup
Holdup 
Said u want a photo 
Get the fuck back 
Yeah I straight up out the dojo 

I got kicks 
With ricks 
And the chrome heart pants 
Shawty actin up 
Had to come get her mans 

Get yo hoe 
She be on the low 
Thinkin that she skatin bitch we already 
Know 

Ooh ooh wait up 
Nigga turn the bass up
Pop a nigga damn 
He go down ya he face up

(Yeah)
Back in the cut like a blade
(Yeah) 
I make shit that niggas really wish they could of made
(Yeah) 
And if you got a problem
Bitch I don’t give a fuck 
(Yeah)
Tripe fucking seven
I don’t never lose my luck

I can’t stop 
I can’t stop
Yeah we runnin from the cops

It’s alot 
But I got 
All my shootss finna pop (yeah)