Gu$ could really hop on any beat and kill shit🥵

me n the homies still bumpin this in the whip 🤘😏

i shared this with my school online this fire

-LYRICS-

Im focused
What you aint know bitch
Im in my zone shit
These hoes switch like changin clothes quick
Aint got no motives
The flow sick
Like snow bitch, in which my soul lives
Im froze bitch, what u aint notice
I know you this (x2)

Nigguhs talkin shit
But they aint bout nun
Whole squad turnt up,
If u want get bussin

Bitches on my dick
They dont gimme no lip
Put her ass up, face down low when im fukin 

Im really doin this
Takin flight, gettin head from yo stewardess
You aint up in my rank, boy you new to this

Im superior, its my criteria, time to get rid of ya.   

Tired of love so my heart be on froze
You nigguhs be bitches, you bitches be hoes
Fuck knockin onnit, we kick thru yo door
Air it out, like these maxes
And stomp on the flooo

My brain aint the same since i met mary jane
Mixed the drugs with the alcohol ease all the pain
Fuck it we gone reach the top inna minute 
The sky aint the limit, we aimin for fame

Huh 
im the realest 
Headshot, we gone kill ya huh
Keep it trilla, keep it fukin trilla yuh
214, you know us nigguhs realer yuh
For these hunneds make u bitches switch up (x2)






❄InMyZone//WinterTime❄

TEXAS:

Couple bitches coming from down the block off top getting top notch top, from a friend, 
But her friend, intercept, i regret letting her feeling something sort of with neglect,
So my hand reach between her legs now we all getting involved with.
As they pave the way to the bed, feel a number type ways, get developed in my tense felt head,
I’ma stress-filled young tight hence upset, asking if I really wanna see the next, next up flesh,
Who’s up next plotting on the hit list? Who gon’ text back quick? Who gon’ get back to back with the kid?
If i don’t text back I’ll get back in a minute, desperate deep down they pretending just to kick it
A couple minutes of spitting oh shit, see me slipping in double dipping is only if it hit, real different
from back, back to front, mouth-wide i’ma menace.


LOS ANGELES:

I just wanna rest in the west i feel like it’s aching my presence but how the fuck I’m in the past,
if I’m stuck in the present? Down south southern suffer coastless connection, I’m restless,
but anytime I’m back, still respected. West coast hoes, always putting they back up in it
It only taking a minute till i put it in the south, with a bitch so bad, I’m taking her to the pound,
Young boy from the west, how i end up in her mouth?

Real shit, how that bitch that you cuffing get on my couch? If she moaning gripping my clothing
I guess I’m airing her out bitch i’m ‘bout it thinking it’s ‘bout that time, time to kick out.
The bitch out the crib once i get off she get out.

I’m giving wood she never thought i would, i’m fucking on a thug bitch, different turf, from a different hood, and later with a new bitch, better lick it good. You don’t got to love me shawty thug me like I’m from your hood.

TX TO LA (PROD. ROBBFX & ENVYONGOD)

(PROD. NECU) 
money dont last nigga, 
fuck it im paid. 

gettin to da cash nigga, every which way. 

carry dat strap for these suckaz all day. 

let a hoe get between dat money? no way. 

how im gettin fed, when a nigga dont eat? 

baby stop playin,
make the money count beep. 

30 sum niggaz all juss wanna see me dead 
i aint stressin shit, but tha muhfuckin bread. 


baby say im sumn like a yves saint laurent. 

totin that 30 ima top shotta don. 
posted where iss at, 
you aint ever seen a trap. 

hittin on thrax when i hittit from the back. 

baby watchu thought? 
this aint neva nun sweet. 

makin them ins, 
runnin laps on repeat. 

ion fuckin cap, 
got respect for myself. 

20 years old my glock still off the shelf. 
ima fuckin die fore im thirty no doubt. 
double dose acid make my whole brain melt. 

fuck who a had to dealt w me goin up n down. 
ion give a fuck how tha lul bitch felt. 

mista gon take ya fuckin lyfe, thats me. 
shoot a nigga down lul m16. 

ion fuckin cap got respect for myself, 
20 years old my glock still off tha shelf. 


money dont last nigga, 
fuck it im paid. 

gettin to da cash nigga, every which way. 

carry dat strap for these suckaz all day. 

let a hoe get between dat money? no way. 

how im gettin fed, when a nigga dont eat? 

baby stop playin,
make the money count beep. 

30 sum niggaz all juss wanna see me dead 
i aint stressin shit, but tha muhfuckin bread. 
bitch you gon talk you betta leave out my name. 
hunnid sum niggaz gon cap for da fame. 
thousand sum bitches gon hoe for da game. 
i aint here to judge im finna stay out tha way. 

pass me dat drank when i move, switch lanes. 
my bank account empty, ima some juug some mane. 

this that typa shit da BG dont play. 
killin muthafuckaz like a murder buffet. 

(money dont last nigga, fuck it im paid.) x4 

(gettin to da cash nigga every which way.) 

(carry dat strap for these suckaz all day.) 

(let a hoe get between dat money, no way.)  

(how im gettin fed, when a nigga dont eat?) 
(baby stop playin, make the money count beep.)

34ROUNDSINMYPOCKET

FIENZ(Prod.GMF)

AFTER HOURS [Prod. Sachy]

Blowing Smoke At The Moon feat. Black Smurf (prod. Urban Nerd)

GRIM [FEAT. TRAGIIC x GAXNA]

LIKEME

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