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think

peon
my diamonds colorful, im rockin neon
they wanna hate but they dont know what we on
step out the crib and i got louis v on
step out the crib with the margiella t on
im finna shoot em i dont need a reason
i got the money on me every season
whippin a rari he whippin a nissan 
i got a bad lil bitch tryna see sum

she wanna come suck the dick
i go to casa nova with my bitch
you puttin fasionova on your bitch
i told the gang its over i dont miss
i cant be never sober in this bitch
cant trust shit so i ride wit my stick
im rockin rick owen on my fit
yea im poppin my shit i dont care bout assists

she said she wanna come do it in 50 ways
im countin benjamins im on a different wave
all i know, bitches, designer, and gettin paid
flight to atlanta my hoe in a different state
need 60 seconds this glock hold a minute made
went to a show and i ran up a 50k
talk on the gang and get sent to the heaven gates
he started talkin on me pullin 50 plays
he wanna talk on the gang then its over
you know we ride in the raris and rovers
im finna get to the green like a clover
3.5 and dat shi finna choke him
yea you know we finna pull up and smoke him
yea you know i got the gun in the holster
i got the glock and that shi gon explode him
and i got the money on me down in florida

peon
my diamonds colorful, im rockin neon
they wanna hate but they dont know what we on
step out the crib and i got louis v on
step out the crib with the margiella t on
im finna shoot em i dont need a reason
i got the money on me every season
whippin a rari he whippin a nissan 
i got a bad lil bitch tryna see sum

she wanna come suck the dick
i go to casa nova with my bitch
you puttin fasionova on your bitch
i told the gang its over i dont miss
i cant be never sober in this bitch
cant trust shit so i ride wit my stick
im rockin rick owen on my fit
yea im poppin my shit i dont care bout assists

Peon

feelings w mysri + issac

bones

backpack w/mysrii last bandlab song

model

Written By: @fuckdshyne
Mixed and Mastered by: @fuckdshyne
Prouduced By: KindenTheThird

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Lyrics:

[Chrous]
I can’t talk to this bitch anymore
I ain’t get no money, or no drugs from this whore
You had seen me down bitch, now I go explore shit
Bitch I’m with my bruddas, mob shit, we kicking doors bitch
I can’t sob about no bitch that had did me wrong
Yuh and she callin me a hoe, had to tell her that I’m lying in my songs
I could never do you wrong
Choppa hit em like a bong
And you saying we the same
You ain’t on what I’m on

[Verse]
Choppa send that boy to hell
Plug look like Tony Snell
Bitches slower than a snail
Hella bitches I can’t tell
Hella drugs I can’t smell
Saying hi like Adele
Bitch I’m higher than Adele, yuh
Bitch I’m higher than a plane, yuh
Bitch I’m aiming at your brain, yuh
And that bitch gimme brain, yuh
Making Bucks like I’m Dame, yuh
I got money fuck that came, yuh
My hollows eat humans
this bitch dumb, she so dumb
Trigger finger blew it
I got gas, I got blunts
Roll that pack, roll my blunt
Yuh, pussy niggas be my sons
And I fucking bet my hollows really hotter than the sun
Bitch I’m on one, shh
I’m on one like Khaled
Choppa make that boy dance
Call that shit a fuckin ballad

[bridge]
I can’t talk to this bitch anymore
I ain’t get no money, or no drugs from this whore
You had seen me down bitch, now I go explore shit
Bitch I’m with my bruddas, mob shit, we kicking doors bitch
Yuh, I had let her go, she had did me wrong
Yuh and she callin me a hoe, had to tell her that I’m lying in my songs
I can’t trip about a bitch
Spending money on my motherfuckin fit
I got hella green, like a fuckin lawn
Told these niggas they ain’t on what I’m on

[Verse]
Yuh, you ain’t on what I’m on
Bitch I gotta get you gone
Are you gonna get me gone
Bitch I was feeling at home
Got this bitch in my dome
Got money in my phone
Hella money in my phone
Bad hoe giving throat
I can’t even love that sh-
I can’t even let her know
Tell that bitch you gotta go
White bitch look like snow, yuh
Call that bitch a snow globe
I got hella fucking bitches, I got hella fuckin hoes 
Yuh, yuh, yuh

[Chrous]
I can’t talk to this bitch anymore
I ain’t get no money, or no drugs from this whore
You had seen me down bitch, now I go explore shit
Bitch I’m with my bruddas, mob shit, we kicking doors bitch
I can’t sob about no bitch that had did me wrong
Yuh and she callin me a hoe, had to tell her that I’m lying in my songs
I could never do you wrong
Choppa hit em like a bong
And you saying we the same
You ain’t on what I’m on

feelings w mysri + issac

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