OOH SHIT, This is the best thing you've ever made

My verse : Chef boy r d bitch I stay w the sauce
Imma get him a map if that boy looking lost
Like a boss Imma toss him in piles of blossoms
That boy he opossum cause he playing soft

Stay with the green but I can’t fuck with moss Imma run of the bag I don’t care what the cost
If you cross me that’s some thing you shouldn’t have thought
Imma put him to sleep put that boy in a cot

Run up the bag like a grocery
I got your bitch on my dick and she throating me, soaking me up when she choking Im hoping she knowing the way that I cope when she stroking it

Taking a sec need a breather
I spit the fire like heater 
She want the meat she an eater
Said that I want her don’t need her 
Cut up like cleaver , my money old like a geezer

My money old cause I ran up the bag but that’s something you know that I already do
Funny how that I’d be spitting on beats that you can’t even touch so he saw when it’s true
Diamond they shine when it’s sunny we bumping speakers to max when I hop in the booth 
Shoot and I leave that boy running I’m stacking my funds all the way till they topping the roof

I’m topping you niggas you trying stop it my pockets is bigger I’m locking the trigger I’m rocking out like it’s a band how he think he the man when he can’t even stop when he shiver
I’m not w the lizards, you niggas be snakes so I can’t even fake when I’m not w the figures
He turkey he gizzard my diamonds be cold like a blizzard I’m making it poof like a wizard

CHEFBOYARDEE W/ MIIND (Prod.Sznn Jared)

WTBA (Prod. NOCHILLGOTHEAT)

Betrayed (Prod. Koda)

Malfoy (Bandz)

PUT IT ON THA FLOOR FT. 6IX1EEN PROD. JASIAH X PHREE

PUT IT ON THA FLOOR FT. 6IX1EEN

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(Lyrics)

keep one hand in front one hand on my blick
i’m feeling like John Wick
rose gold face tats with the iced out wrist
no questions that i will be answering bitch

people been wondering where i been at
i’m in the back steady smoking that pack
we do not need the addy we know where you at
if you isn’t my homie you finna get taxed

i notice them watching they plottin
bitch do you wanna die or do you wanna die i don’t think that there’s another option
whole lotta bitches been inside my house but i’m crossing the line soon as they let the cops in
fuck on yo bitch everyday of the week she enjoy me continuing after she tell me to stop it
act like a toy way that bitch let me bop it aye

ima go fuck yo bitch don’t talk no shit unless you wanna take risk
don’t give a fuck i’m just tryna get rich been gone two years and they still on my dick
okay
bitch
i’m tired of giving a shit
my pockets are full when you’re filled with the lint
discovered a way to blend in with the sin

just fucked on yo bitch i might do it again
if i ever up it no bluffin i’m ready to spin
bitch i be sippin on juice and the gin
don’t compare me to you don’t know where i’d begin

i toss and i turn in my sleep
i don’t wake up till the second i die in my dreams
yo life it could end in a blink
heard you been talkin a 357. youll meet

don’t stop when shawty give top she dangerous
frenchie
rollin up blessings
bless me
bestie stay by my side named stainless
you isnt shit like the people you hang with

you want the heat i’m equipped with that fye
how many bodies a lot
sike lil bitch i’m just 15 ima say what i want like blah

keep one hand in front one hand on my blick
i’m feelin like John Wick
you sold you a bitch you could suck on my dick
take one more step and you might get hit
bitch you baloney if you talkin shit to my homie i’m knockin that boy out his kicks
like boy you don’t know me collectin yo teeth as a trophy now he cannot talk any shit

get back
came in this bitch with a strap
you carry a baseball bat
like fuck that
bustin a cap in yo ass would just make me feel terribly bad
maybe i’m sick
not very much just a tad
she suckin my dick hear that little bih gag
fight me
i’ll send you home with a gash
likely
walkin the line Johnny Cash like yuh
aye
yeea

JOHN WICK (PROD. XIAO! & WHXTESVPRA)

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                                LYRICS
(Hook)

Aye Heard a nigga sayin dat he can’t get touched
I’m putting 64 palms on a bitch like neji
Step up brains get bust
15 shots inna Glock everyone of em deadly
Coming for da head hit dome
Leave a opp skull smoking I’ll pay you bready
Praying dat the gang live long
Praying day da oops die slow I hope y’all ready

(Verse)

Every track dropped is crack
Neji if I let em try a gram (trigram) they coming back
Oh ion want talk bout dat
Upgraded from da yo inna trap I ain going back 
Aye shoutout my brudda I love you mane
Never let no one play on ya name
12 keep on playing these fucking game
Don’t wanna see you back in them chains
I can tell dat you really change -not doing it but u selling it
My brudda just tryna get some change
But dem folks don’t respect da hustle mane
Aye I’m flexing on them wit no muscle mane
Big ass Glock 49 don’t tussle mane
Let a nigga try to run down Ima turn dat boy into a tatted name
Gunna Wunna niggas pushing plea
Do what I wanna I’m pushing P - pushing pistols on whoever want it wit me
It’s dismissal whenever dat chops ring
Never wanted me a gold ring I just wanted the whole team to eat with me
Ppl they flipped & flopped n switched teams
But brudda don’t fall out bout anything 

(Hook)

Heard a nigga sayin dat he can’t get touched
I’m putting 64 palms on a bitch like neji
Step up brains get bust
15 shots inna Glock everyone of em deadly
Coming for da head hit dome
Leave a opp skull smoking I’ll pay you bready
Praying dat the gang live long
Praying day da oops die slow I hope y’all ready
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