Underground Pt2🪬

Cosantana - Cherish

Jace (@iayze) - breathe

dreamin p.sxrapt

crew

jace! (iayze) - hit! (prod. nine9)

B What You B

Cash Cow

iayze (Jace!) - datejust (prod. novachance & tuti)

Nigga you can't shoot me with your eyes closed Hollow tips gon hit you where it's vital
Bitch I'm tired of this cycle
Choppa sing like a recital
You a good boy, nigga read your bible
Everywhere I go, I got my stick
Keep that Glock up in my pants
She like"Bae is that your dick?"
I'm so tired of pretty hoes
They always lying, it make me sick
He be talkin' on the gram
But in real life, I'll pop his zit
She like"Bae yo whip fast"
This lil' ho, got whiplash
Said your nigga actin' strange
Baby, I can fix that
She at the crib to roll my blunt and ride my dick like Six Flags
He got like five niggas to try to beat my ass
That's six

Now I'm seeing fake shit with my eyes closed
This hoe get too freaky, she love when I hit them high notes
I was outside servin' fiends, it's just me and my bros
Lil bro so backdoor, you slimed your mans, that couldn't be mine though
Yeah, niggas walkin, they fungin' with sticks
Yeah, niggas beef bout a bitch you a bitch
Yeah, I like hoes, they tryna go give me lip
Yeah, A12 with a big ass switch

I was just hittin' this bitch had a bag
All of that shit is like, damn, we done passed
Hop down, put it in pan, I went slime
Niggas ain't bready, get blocked, it's a fine
Niggas don't dig, okay, what's a dime?
I put this bitch on the road, how fast did it go
I don't even know, let's try
Bitch, I be switchin' through modes like switching through hoes
Outside with my slat
Bitch want me beat it up, shit from the back
Money came in, what you knowin' bout that? Money came in, what you knowin' bout racks

Nigga you can't shoot me with your eyes closed Hollow tips gon hit you where it's vital
Bitch I'm tired of this cycle
Choppa sing like a recital
You a good boy, nigga read your bible
Everywhere I go, I got my stick
Keep that Glock up in my pants
She like"Bae is that your dick?"
I'm so tired of pretty hoes
They always lying, it make me sick
He be talkin' on the gram
But in real life, I'll pop his zit
She like"Bae yo whip fast"
This lil' ho, got whiplash
Said your nigga actin' strange
Baby, I can fix that
She at the crib to roll my blunt and ride my dick like Six Flags
He got like five niggas to try to beat my ass
That's six

bible w/pray

worse

highground

make it out (p.once)

make it out (p.once)

hapes