remember when my og tried to book me 😔

i’m stuck to you tackk god u so fine and can rap what cant u do😮‍💨🤞🏽

Lyrics:
If you fw the gang then yk it get critical
I got a fn it get yo ass ridicule 
556 hit him no we not get physical 
Real beaner shi no i cannot be lyrical
Fucking this bitch now she think she a miracle
Spanish plug and i think his name is jericho
Emo bitch wanna fuck she acting spiritual 
I pop a perc n put 10 in my cereal
If i catch a opp im shooting up the funeral
Custom trips on me made of new material
I cant be killed bitch im the new imperial 
Send to the grave i give u a burial 
30 to my name give him a memorial 
Take his head off i split it like a oreo
I pop a pill n this bitch a euphoria 
I split his body now he got dysmorphia
Bad bitch on me n i think her name is gloria
Im in the back of the trap like magnolia 
Walk in the function they surely not know yuh
I got a shooter he missing a phobia
Run up on me ima kill you no scholia
Fucking with me then u dying a nolia
Two different sticks callem julia romea
Got me some za n jus start to roll me up

Critical (drewwcoldd)

LYRICS:
Cut him in sections
Wrap him like a present
I Killed his whole family to show him a message
Now he get the lesson
Im sliding im wrekin
Got 4 different glocks if u think that im stressin
I slimed the whole team guess they fell for deception
This 556 hit him now he got injected
he think he a demon send him str8 to heaven
I kick thru the trap bitch yk that im schemin
Li mehixo dontt fw crips so im bleeding
Im Inside yo home bitch yk that im creepin
Im slitting yo throat in the night while sleepin
Yall never be peepin
Young beaner im reapin
Yall pusssied we weepin
Im flying in religion 
Glock make u a christian
My bullets they clickin
I always be trippin
I shoot up the body make sure he not livin
Im inside the trap wit some needles syranges
I dump body in the river he sleep wit fishes
I got 42 hollows yk that they blitzin
Im up in the kitching 
Impossible mission
My dracko b kicking
I Cut his hand off cuz yk that he sinnin
We Got hella drugs in the linin

Resurrection (drewwcoldd)

Lyrics

Samcbk:
Got two blades on the staff just like im percy
I get to killing people show no mercy
No you cannot lift the hammer you not worthy
Im putting bullet holes right through his jersey
Kicked up with my plug snatching shi like im kirby
Twin switches on the glock bitch im in a hurry
Oh he wan be a dancer we make him get sturdy
If you try to slime my mans im upping the hurley
He wan a perm so bad we make his top curly
You wanna meet death? Let me introduce yuh
Surrounded by snakes im feeling like medusa
He looked at the barrel then he turnt to stone
I heard u wanna box i call up jerome
Im posted with gloves like sylvester stallone
Kidnap yo son this aint no home alone
Hit a jugg a teacher yea i took his phone
Yea i love sliming humans guess its jus a habit
I slimed out the whole team during the transaction
They killed him so bad we had to close the casket
Yea im smoking on hella dead opps on they ashes
Yea ill kill your whole crew while im on the acid
Bitch im the trap im looking like im hazban
4 different sticks im kicking with a savage
If i cannot find you hold your brother captive
My glock like killing humans you attractive
You aint got no stripes you aint really active

Yung_Rocky:
Aye yop yop yop 

I cannot fw lil bro he bitchmade
Ive been scamming and trapping since i was in 6th graxe
You aint touching no dollars bitch yk ive been paid
I hang out the roof i shoot jus like a free throw
You aint popping no perk you off of the placebo 
Bitch i get to the green im feeling like im ceelo

Medusa w/ Yung_Rocky (drewwcoldd)

Lyrics:

Bust in the trap with a lethal weapon  
With a 30 round choppa shootin like Stephen  
I been ballin on court so you best be threaten  
If I catch him lackin Ima teach him a lesson  
Putn one in his dome now he meet the reverend  
I been ridin with demons I feel the presence  
They be talkin too much they don’t get no blessings  
Put a bag on his head now I get the credit  
And I’m movin too quick they don’t know my methods  
Got a stick in the coat with a loaded message  
Let it bang on his block like a drum in sessions  
He get smoked like a blunt now he high in heaven  
Shorty tryna get close I don’t show affection  
I just slide on the beat with a cold obsession  
Got a mask on my face I don’t feel no pressure  
Tatted up with a curse and it bleed through texture  
I been locked in the lab with a soul infection  
Every line that I write got a dark direction  
I don’t talk to the opps I just send a mention  
Let it hit through his teeth like a dental check-in  
If I slide to his crib then it’s no protection  
Put the fire to his chest like a resurrection  
And I’m still with the smoke I’m born in sections  
Cut deep with the blade that’s a lethal weapon  
And I’m still off the pills I don’t feel depression  
Bro been geeked off the shit like a glitch in Tekken  
N he Said that he bang a false confession  
I be movin in silence no interception  
And the ghost in my head speak clear direction  
Say that he want a prayer a crucifixion  
All black with the stick that’s a true affliction  
bitch love how I move with no contradiction  
She call me "diablo" I fit the description

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