CITY IS MINE

nonsense fr fr (featuring my friend zeke and xanders)

Ballet

Freak Hoes

Produced By Icami, Noahmejia, Andrzxz

(Lyrics)

For real, you know my body
For real, you know I got it
From tears, empty pockets
Now it’s bills in my wallet
What’s real and what’s fake, I’m tryn’ reveal all my problems
The seal, better not break it, it’s a real precious bottle 
It seems that my fate is written, ah, what do I know 
I speed right down 85, I glide on top of potholes
The demon on that body wide, it’s speedy just like Marco’s 
We T’d up like Mardi Gras, last summer with my Vatos 

Hold up, bend that coupe
Strike that hoe, we ain’t tripping on no car note
Commendable, what niggas do with my swag, can’t go far though 
Undefendable, 300 ‘Black could lowkey knock your arm off 
It’s so memorable, just skipping class and posting up at Topgolf 
Unremarkable, these niggas tried so hard to be the knockoff
It’s not parkable, that TRX take up two parking spots, yeah
But it’s yelling like a foreign, push that bitch right off the charts, yeah
Red and yellow on that Rari, I ain’t never banked Wells Fargo

But what do I know
I fuck these bands up, like I hit the lotto
I feel like Kev, if it’s foreign, make it wobble
One to the leg, when he walk, that nigga gon wobble
I’m not a fan cus these niggas not moving proper
I’m finna roll this spliff by hand, where’s the grabba
And these niggas keep hating, tell ‘em play if they wanna
Keep playing, we can pull up where you lay with them ‘yoppas

For real, you know my body
For real, you know I got it
From tears, empty pockets
Now it’s bills in my wallet
What’s real and what’s fake, I’m tryn’ reveal all my problems
The seal, better not break it, it’s a real precious bottle 
Concealed carry, bitch I got the real problem solver
Fuck deals, who gone pay enough for both me and my mama
I’ll really slime a hoe, they’ll probably vote me off that island 
Can’t waste no time lil hoe, I’m making phone calls while I’m driving 

The strains on my body
The stains on designer shit just came with the item
I slay these exotic bitches, hoe might got the itis
These strains that I blaze, I might got permanent bronchitis 
The sleep deprivation, it’s just way too hard to fight it
The E63 just like a plane when you inside it
That big 223 just spit like seeds when it’s excited 
This shit not new to me, I damn near was the first one on it 

It seems that my fate is written, ah, what do I know 
I speed right down 85, I glide on top of potholes
The demon on that body wide, it’s speedy just like Marco’s 
We T’d up like Mardi Gras, last summer with my Vatos 
Hold up, bend that coupe
Strike that hoe, we ain’t tripping on no car note
Commendable, what niggas do with my swag, can’t go far though
Undefendable, 300 ‘Black could lowkey knock your arm off 
It’s so memorable, just skipping class and posting up at Topgolf 

For real, you know my body
For real, you know I got it
From tears, empty pockets
Now it’s bills in my wallet
What’s real and what’s fake, I’m tryn’ reveal all my problems
The seal, better not break it, it’s a real precious bottle 

Hold up, bend that coupe
Nigga got slimed because the make and model
Hold up, what’s that coupe
12 don’t know, cus I just went full throttle 
Damn, I could have went Hysteric on that bitch, but I went Prada
Brand new drip in by the pair, rock that shit just like a model

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