Better On Repeat

4 Square Freestyle

Intro

Zack & Cody (feat. 47)

Captions (Ft. 47)

Ghetto Love Story

Lights

JERMAINE

JERMAINE (47)

CANT HELP MYSELF

CANT HELP MYSELF (47 & FYELOW)

ALMOST A LOVE SONG (47 & FYELOW)

PRESSURE

PRESSURE (47 & FYELOW)

FREAK HO

FREAK HO (FYELOW)

REAL GEEKED

REAL GEEKED (47 & FYELOW)

B.A.B

B.A.B (47 & FYELOW)

I'm a Telegram user
Ball like Carlos Boozer
Please don't try to box me bout no bitch
When I ain't choose her
I'm a Telegram user
Ball like Carlos Boozer
Please don't try to box me bout no bitch
When I ain't choose her

Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Run through the rings like Sonic
She wanna fuck cause she like the ebonics
But I like a chase, girl, I'm just being honest
I told her I can't hold a promise
She hooked like Phonics
I'm rock like Onyx, we on it
All of these bitches, they treat me like Superman
But they still Marvel at me, it's ironic
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we got it
20 20s in my pocket
I'm sicker than 2020, but it's Green like the Rocket
You niggas corny need to stop it
Huh?
I'm at the station my speakers is knockin'
Fuck with me, you can get one in the noggin
Fuck all the talkin' we aim for toboggans
Aye, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We heard you
I can see everything, I got bird view
Put these niggas to rest like a curfew
Better cover the glass, my niggas got masks
They pop out the cut and they purge you
Seen your living and couldn't respect
How you splurging you know you in debt?

I'm a Telegram user
Ball like Carlos Boozer
Please don't try to box me bout no bitch
When I ain't choose her
23 with 40s, leave you stuck just like Medusa
I a wake your ass up bout that chicken like a rooster
I'm still healing from my main bitch
This new bitch, yeah, I used her
She gon' stay around, cause she know I ain't afraid to lose her
I don't do shit but waste these bitches time
I'm such a loser
I been killing the same niggas all year
Am I a booster?

Okay, aw yeah
She talkin bout aw yeah
I'm lookin' like, oh, well
Fuck 12, man, I'd rather go to hell
'Fore the day I go to jail
Foreal, if I call you family, just know it's 4L
I said, "Ima win a Grammy"
She said, "You so hell"


I said, aw yeah
Had a nigga like, aw yeah
This shit like aw
She said she really ain't used to put trust in a nigga
She probably get that from her father
I just wanna hit her one time, then I get out & Dodge
Really ain't tryna see you tomorrow
Told her just hit me on the gram, I'll follow
(Hit me on the gram, I'll follow)
I got a dark bitch, that's a Hershey
She tryna get in between 'er like commercials
Not on the gram, hit me on the burner
Gotta go ghost, cause I ain't wanna hurt you
I said, I'm making em mad, and I know that you seen it
That boy made a threat, and I know he ain't mean it
She got attached, talkin' through computers
I'm not an addict, baby, I'ma user

I'm a Telegram user
Ball like Carlos Boozer
Please don't try to box me bout no bitch
When I ain't choose her
23 with 40s, leave you stuck just like Medusa
I a wake your ass up bout that chicken like a rooster
I'm still healing from my main bitch
This new bitch, yeah, I used her
She gon' stay around, cause she know I ain't afraid to lose her
I don't do shit but waste these bitches time
I'm such a loser
I been killing the same niggas all year
Am I a booster?

TELEGRAM

TELEGRAM (47 & FYELOW)

The day I let a nigga get the ups its cause I'm laying down
Got a brand new toy and I'm outside who wanna play around
Class is not in session bitch go head and put your hand down
Bro would had already put you down I made em stand down
This is not a lecture this a PSA
Nigga say I'm ball hogging I'm just playing keep away
I told all my bros I meet em at the top I'll lead the way
Bro just went to court I gave em gloves I told em beat the case

I woke up on bullshit, who wanna start with me today?
My lil niggas run through all your pockets like it's TSA
Nigga say it's up and ain't gon make it there to see the day
Yeah hold on
Niggas getting stale, ain't doing well
They probably wanna bail
I done been through hell, tooth and nail
Learned through the L's
I was young as hell, making sales out there by DeSales

I was getting Ps coast to coast, I'm waiting by the mail
I ain't never duck no smoke, you'll catch a contact
I can show you shit you never seen
You'll roll your eyes back
Way I clean the scene they call me mop foreal
Niggas acting like they sick they really just been popping pills
You see me in traffic, better hope that Jesus got the wheel
Slow down you can't pass em, up the stick it's automatic
Niggas get to acting bad then they be shocked when we got static

Aye I got more plays than Madden
Mr. Always Having, hold on
Aye 22 + 1, you know it came with extras
My brodie got a Gen 5 cause he ambidextrous
This shit'll wake your ass up just like he's serving breakfast
I'm flipping on the blockchain like I'm playing Tetris
I say the number for my features leave a nigga breathless
Say a price they leave you hanging like a broken necklace
Used to never have the rent and now it's on my left wrist

Now I got it for a while, money stretch a mile
Niggas talking bout they.....
I a put a nigga down I leave these niggas in a pile

PSA (47 & FYELOW)

Aye
Ridin' round town with that shit on me
Chelsea, the kit on me
Too many bitches can't fit on me
I like the way she gon get on me
Drive my shit on E
Still throw a dub at yall big homie
She need a seat, I said, "sit on me"
Open his top, put a lid on eem
Why would you shit on me?
Foreal
You know that shit was a bad decision
My bitch Purdy, like she got passing vision
See MC's, I don't have to mention
Soon as I step in the room, I grab attention
Even Helen Keller listen
See my new bitch, she a trip but she never trippin
Cause my bitches bring better bitches
Yall niggas struggle to cross on the goal line
This shit 4th & forever inches
Speaking of 4, first 48
We ain't goin' for shit, ask 4-7
Niggas be talkin' crazy and askin' for favors
But they ain't got no leverage
Used to be RTA riding
But now I put money aside and I count extras
And if you hated on me, take you and your girl
And go jump off of Mount Everest
You niggas rappers, you actors and roleplayers
You should go get on FiveM
I do this for niggas thats putting the time in
Check to check but surviving
For my niggas who not always gettin' the credit
But using they credit providing
For my niggas who in situations that I've been
That'll kill for reviving, okay

I say, I tell you one thing about it
I know that these niggas ain't about it
Been a while since I carried a wallet
Skrt off on the bank when I make a deposit
I'm ridin' around with a trick in the bag
I carry myself cause I been in my bag
My foot full of shit cause I'm kickin' they ass
This ain't graduation, can't give em a pass
My bitch, she get mad at a nigga
She talkin' bout period
End of a sentence
She always be after a nigga
I'm ridin' around the city, the fully is with me
I'm tryna go pack up a nigga
I took his lil' hoe, I went back to the city
Don't ask me what happened lil nigga
I hit from the back, put a battery in it
I feel like a master, just got me a new whip
Got him a stick, but he ain't finna use it
I shot at the teachers when I was in school
I ain't have a pencil, but had me a rule
He ain't gettin' chicken he fuckin' with tuna
I might spin da bin, that don't mean I'm the shooter
Remember back then, it was oodles & noodles
Now I got a five-star plate in the pool

I know she an eater, put her on a diet
I know that I'm trippin', I just wanna try it
I just cut her off, but it felt like a win
If I fucked on you once, I could do it again
All of my dollars Azul like they hate red
Don't carry cash, it's a nuisance
Look who I'm fuckin' again, just like Drake said
All my bills got a blue tint, aye
I'm on 270, runnin' a checkup
She gon' offer the neck up
Really be stackin' my shit like a staircase
Why I'm always a step up, uh
I feel like ever since I put my head down
Bitches givin' the legs up
Why she gon' listen for everything I do?
This bitch thinks she Alexa
Huh, okay
These niggas tired as fuck
Nigga, I'm hot, I'm fire as fuck
Nigga, I'm high, I'm fried as fuck
And I'm on hots, he was tryna be cool
So I'm upping the fire and I'm firin' em up
Nigga owe bread and he try to hit road
I'ma aim at the whip, he gon' die in the truck (okay)

Fyelow

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