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Aye, aye huh aye ha aye 🥱
 (I checked my Xbox and say is 1:18 in the morning)

 how you say you was my Homie🤔 then you go to switch up flip to M to the O to the D E whatchu on? Lil nigga I’m Back in my zoneee my bihh bad like Nia Long, I spit a Free tho eating Doritos IQ 95 Al Capone he a lil Blue like Beedle Brown Bushido￼ Hop onna track and i D O all of the damage then I go vanish

I be a villain just like I was Dio (Fuck, Shit) off of the xanny cause I might blow up like C4 Santany
I got too many flow, bodying anything I am impeccable RKO, Randy ￼￼
Testicle Spectacle nigga be watchin. I am like wifi these niggas be flocking, I ain’t like none of you Niggas ‘ cause you Niggas be acting weird as the fuck ￼and you watching my pocket. 
It ain’t gonna be the same without my grandma anger be rising I’m losing my mind I need to go get me some help fore I go into stealth and kill myself, I’m tired of the drama.

DIO[+Tayoloxs] [Lyrics in Description]

COLD KILLA (feat. nightlock)
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Lyrics:
Bitch I'm breakin' bank
Drop the guap, don't get enough
Spend a milli on the fangs
Just so I could get the blood
Maskin' up, don't show no face
Know what hit em? bitch, what
Cold killa, start a case
No vanilla, you a punk
So I'm boutta raid the room
Knock knock at yo door
Single uzi, I got two
Drop a clip down to the floor
Lil bitch I make the moves
Gettin' guap I get the dough
Lil bitch I make the moves
Gettin' guap I get the yuh, aye

I ain't fuckin' with no thot bitch, toxic
Pussy boy you not shit
Talkin' 'bout yo ex
Don't give fuck, just change the topic
I can't love a hoe
Get too obsessed, it's too exhausting
Oppa makin' threats
All with the talk, no walk, you flauntin' bitch
I'll pull up with the clique
Have the semi-auto sprayin'
Say a name, I get 'em hit
I'm droppin' bodies, none remaining
Thermal scope, extended clip
Don't give a damn 'bout what you sayin'
Imma tote a double blick

It's a thermal scope
I point it at the skele
Red dot, red beam
Got my choppa real heavy
I don't do fake shit
Got me hangin' out the heli
Lil bitch don't trip
Hollow tip, she deadly
Like bitch I'm a bully
I pull up in a hoodie
Got the blackout drip
Face mask with the toolie
Imma have to get the .45
Pussy, you gon' die, droppin' slowly
Hear the war cry
Take the body's life, make 'em know me

Bitch I'm breakin' bank
Drop the guap, don't get enough
Spend a milli on the fangs
Just so I could get the blood
Maskin' up, don't show no face
Know what hit em? bitch, what
Cold killa, start a case
No vanilla, you a punk
So I'm boutta raid the room
Knock knock at yo door
Single uzi, I got two
Drop a clip down to the floor
Lil bitch I make the moves
Gettin' guap I get the dough
Lil bitch I make the moves
Gettin' guap I get the yuh, aye

Look
Big bags on my back, like a scholar
Shorty goin' dummy with the brain, call up Harvard
Give yo ass the fade, and I ain't never been a barber
I been tweakin' with the stick, and I ain't talkin' Harry
Hit the block, God damn, I'm a stone-cold killa
Zip code on my body, bitch the fit is five figures
Bitches on my body 'cuz they know I'm that nigga
Church told me repent, they know I'm a sinner

Got a show back home, spit some shit for the people
Go crazy, baby, tryna see how low the knees go
Beggin' for attention, I don't have what you seek, hoe
Shots with the guys, know we sippin' Casamigos
Then she walked into the room, she a bad, bad bittie
Curvy waist, brown skin, gold chain by her titties
Shorty took me by the arm, know she fuck with me heavy
Bum bitch talkin' shit, hit lil' bro with the semi
On gang

Bitch I'm breakin' bank
Drop the guap, don't get enough
Spend a milli on the fangs
Just so I could get the blood
Maskin' up, don't show no face
Know what hit em? bitch, what
Cold killa, start a case
No vanilla, you a punk
So I'm boutta raid the room
Knock knock at yo door
Single uzi, I got two
Drop a clip down to the floor
Lil bitch I make the moves
Gettin' guap I get the dough
Lil bitch I make the moves
Gettin' guap I get the yuh, aye

COLD KILLA (feat. nightlock)

WHIRL (FT. GXTTI)

prod. manuel

Lyrics

Ill call you back another time
Too focused on the music bitch im busy on the grind
Only paper on my mind, Are you getting with the times
Baby im just tryna shine
Babygirl you must be blind, If you think you see a future Entertwined with us
Needa take another moment, see the signs, adjust
Ever since i started tryin, man this shit robust
Feel like an MC in a shonen, got that hero's crutch I mean
Sheeeeesh
I been feelin different
Dont you hit me up, bitch you fuckin up the distance
You got me feelin stuck, why you actin so persistent
Comin from the past, you saw me as nonexistent
No i dont need your assistance
Want me then you dont, bitch you never consistent
Wanna see a future that we cannot coexist in
Wanna give me a present, i want you gone by this christmas


When i get rich, Im finna take me to a dealership
Cop me a benz, a subaru, wit some designer shit
Use it as a trophy, To show you all that i earned this shit
Nothing illegal, my money clean, im on my earnest shit

Give my family money to show em all that im earning shit
Teach my little brother, ill show em some proper leadership
Getting my paper, and i dont need no fuckin scholarship 
I remember workin, begging for niggas to give me dollar tips
Now im overpayin to make sure i got ownership
Slammin money down, like some cards on a poker chip
Put some money down, take my family on a motor trip
Mind goin crazy man them times really over with
Getting money from the art, but im too used to the bonuses
Moving like a king, Through my city another trip, Think you gotta get a grip

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