lyrics:
she tryna fuck wit me
i got a glock n it came wit a beam
he get no bread so he stuck in the streets
and he get no bread so ik that he cant
he get no money i think he a fan 
i fucked on ur girl now she say im the man 
u smoking on reggie i smoke on ur mans
i been sipping this mud it put me in a trance
i been on my own do the best that i can
i might take his bitch cause i know that i can
her titties are fake and so is her tan
been getting bandz and i get to the guap
im holding her hand while she give me top   
she leave u on read ill tell her to stop
that nigga a fed that nigga a cop
jus dropped 2 bands on a loui v top
jus dropped 2 bands on a loui v top
he get no money but i get a lot
i dont rock fendi got chrome in my heart
i get u mad but baby dont start
cause its gettin dark
n i fell in love in the dark
yeah its getting too hard
and im getting paper
she fell in love so u cannot save her
she sipping mud but it do not phase her
been making this bread so she call me the baker
smoking this wood man i love the vapor
she set u up so i gotta pay her 
i put her on and thats how i made her

azula prod.xoos

lyrics:
been in my bag fr 
that bih gone write me a check i spent it at saks fr 
chrome heart round my neck but it feel like ice fr
i need that money today im bouta go pop me a pill
let see how this perk feel
yeah this bean got me so high think i might go throw the ceel 
yeah his diamonds they don't shine so i asked him are they real
and this bih keep getting mad no that was not part the deal 
i got on ricks and a vivienne sweater
i just took his bitch then i put her in margaela
i got chrome in my heart bitch i only wear designer
loui 13 got me drunk in lenciaga

dzynr prod.shvde

prod by four3vaa

lyrics: 
hook - all my niggas gone tote and go run up that bag 
and we focused on nothin but chasing that cash 
he showing that gun when i catch 'em he lack
yo bitch on my dick n i'm making her laugh 
yo bitch on my dick n she falling love 
not the typa nigga that yo bitch wanna trust 
ima typa nigga that gone turn u to dust 
ima typa nigga that gone make sure u hush

verse - my bitch in atlanta got body fr
and bro gotta drive cuz i'm high off a pill
ur nigga broke why the fuck nigha steal
get off ur ass and go get in the field 
and i broke her heart don't care how she feel
he got on fake chrome but my shit is real 
took a bitch on a trip all she wanted was fendi 
jus got to starbucks i ordered a venti
keep talking bout money cuz u know i got plenty
he was talking too much he got hit wit a semi 
smoking this wood got me feeling real happy 
and i hit his dome now he taking a nappy
heart made of chrome but i'm still in the trappy
you wasn't here wit the gang we ain't have shit 
now we in hills n we out living lavish
jus went to a party got head from a bad bitch
i got a glock and u know i'm gone blast it
he keep talking shit he get put in a casket 
play me in 2k ain't making a basket
i gotta lot on my mind but i mask it
the switchy gone light up his dome it get tragic
might take his bitch jus because it's a habit 

hook 2x

cognac king

prod. by geam

lyrics:
hook - ima tote that beam don't care what fake hoes say
all my niggas hang wit that gang u bang
she don't pop no xan she smoke the pain away
how it been a year but u still act the same 

verse -  yo bitch in love and she listen to my songs
chase the bag like trump you know what the fuck i want 
ksubi my jeans bitch u know that i'm gone flaunt
dont want her back nah that nigga not my son
stalking my shit she see me in amari
ion want love bitch i jus want that blue green
yo bitch hmu and she want my whole team 
i jus came to fuck i said i'm bout to leave
223 his dome red dot so i don't miss
jus got on ya knees lil bitch don't want no kiss
yo girl on my gram n she like all my pics
only wear chrome heart it go wit all my fits

hook 2x

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