prod. deathtoyourflesh

lyrics:
chrome hearts hoodie but I’m heartless, lowkey
and i took so many that i might jus OD
yeah this new shit ain't for you man, you a oldie
bitch bad, she off the xans and she lonely
reaching new heights yeah i feel dizzy
in the backseat sipping on pink whitney
and when i'm gone i'm going city to city
and when i'm gone i know that you gon miss me
i'm off these shits having trouble staying steady
yeah and i know that they got a lot to envy
can tell you down cuz you smoking on that reggie
and i can't tell why you acting like we friendly
driving fast, gon swerve past inna M3
double cups up, we inna back smokin weed
hit you quick with that TEC if u shady
taking all these drugs got me seeing hazy
 
chrome hearts hoodie but I’m heartless, lowkey
i took so many i think i might jus OD
yeah this new shit ain't for you man, you a oldie
bitch bad, she off the xans says she know me
reaching new heights yeah i feel dizzy
in the backseat sipping on pink whitney
feeling dizzy, i feel dizzy

dizzy (deathtoyourflesh)

prod. highsouljah

lyrics:

i got drugs in my hermes tote, bank notes
and i know this bitch off the e cuz she give me throat (cuz she give me throat)
jus tryna cope it's why i'm off all this dope (all this dope)
cuz i know me and the world ain't got no hope (no hope)
and you got some fake 'preme on cuz u broke (cuz u broke)
and you ain't smokin on what we smokin, lil bro
putting pills in the soda let em soak
yah i'm going for gold, bitch i'm actin bold (actin bold)
in the sun, in my sign, it's my horoscope (yah)
you acting like we ain't just gon aim the scope (aim the scopes)
pop out with the hollow tips see his body roll
twelve rounds we gon go and take his soul
 
yah, yah
and if you ask me to get clean yeah bitch i won't
yah, yah
bitch i won't
bi-bitch i won't
 
im jus tryna up the dose, dose
wish i was born out in the westcoast, westcoast
pole tucked up in my balenci coat
we inna coupe, smoke, smoke, feelin stoned
im jus tryna up the dose
wish i was born out in the westcoast
pole tucked up in my balenci coat
we inna coupe, smoke, smoke, feelin stoned

up the dose (highsouljah)

prod. highsouljah

lyrics:
(yo this that-)
(this that real rare shit)

(third perc soda got me like, hahaha, got me like)
perc soda got me leaning (got me leaning)
wit my bros, lurkin in the night money fiendin
ya, lurking in the night we scheming
inna back with her, inna back (back)

inna back watch her pop a bean, she start beaming
i'm off the 'cid and the damn ceiling breathing
you acting like i give a fuck what you preaching
yah, inna back with her, inna-
off rip put you in a casket, (ahhhh) blood on my givenchy jacket
and imma make racks off all this racket
money, weed, i get it then i stash it, guess that's just my habit
yah, fuck a good habit, tryna go off this planet
.40 and a switch yeah u know that shit is rapid
dedicated, bitch i go and get it then i have it

(yuh, perc soda)
perc soda got me leaning (got me leaning)
wit my bros, lurkin in the night money fiendin
yah, lurking in the night we scheming
inna back with her, inna back

(yo this that real rare shit, real rare swag, real rare clique, yuh)


inna back (highsouljah)

why they acting like they know me (drugsmoneycanbuy n 14papii)

prod. petran

lyrics:
(yahhhhhh, go, go,go)
(yah i'm drifting, yah i'm drifting, yah i'm drifting)

drifting off this planet, yeah i'm floatin’ off the codeine,
third eye open, off the acid, like a sci-fi scene
Michael Myers i'm killing em' like Halloween
sippin on that wock yeah man i fuckin lean
been smokin heavy chronic since sixteen
ain't on yo team, plotting a whole new scheme
im on yo block making money, i'm extreme
molly rox, yuh imma whole drug machine
yo load some bullets up in the magazine
yah imma hit you right in yo fuckin spleen
make money yeah that's my whole routine
i spent a rack on new rick owen's yah
yeah bitch i know i'm fuckin flowin ahh
popped some tabs and my pupils growin, brah
fuck it, there ain't a perc i'm not throwin yah
and if the cops come i ain't goin brah
(go, go, go)
swervin' round the city, no license, balaclava
and i donno if her or her sister's hotter
drivin by with the guns out, it's time for slaughter
and i don't care if that fucker had a daughter
it's true im real addicted to these fuckin dollas
and yeah i'm riding with some real rare baller's
she really wanted to fuck i truly couldn't stop her
(ah)
fuck these politicians yeah man, fuck a super PAC
i been out trappin and i ain't goin back, i ain't goin back
lil ugly mane i go hard like a maniac
and mane, i donno why these fuckers talkin smack
it's prolly cuz i just make more then they dad's
it's prolly cuz i sell more than just these fuckin packs

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