red outfit prod drugslut

BUTTERFLIES

lyrics:
[hook]
feeling oh so cocky bitch i’m feeling braggadocious
she say she yours but really mine she really on that hoe shit
sora, noxa, suf, p, belli, melbourne on the globe bitch 
this the song i talk my shit don’t give a fuck who knows it

[verse 1]
nicotine it’s filling up my lungs uh yeah
the way she ride my dick i think that hoe gon cum uh yeah
sipping dr pepper in that double cup uh yeah
purple supreme on my chest, pants by my butt uh yeah
roll loud and it’s crowded,
surrounded by pounds of it
bountiful, beautiful so irrefutable 
shawties voluptuous no do not fuck wit us
i got the supplements xans percs n other stuff
money is adding up you is a cat to us
got like 8 bodies but i am not cactus 
she like when i choke smoke weed not no coke
ps5 and that bitch i’m playing em both

hook

[verse 2]
from watching them movies but now my life is one
they don’t fuck wit grey, is it cuz my charisma?
clout got to yo head, but yo raps are abysmal
i shit on these rappers, but no pepto bismol 
when the joints by my lips, problems decimating
y’all just on my dick but you call that shit hating
could fuck all my exes , i am just saying
i just spit what i live but you fuckers creating
in the cold winter weather, 
revenge is the sweater,
she was yo bitch
now my head tween her legs uh
they say i’m better
my flows getting better
my mixing is better
yo mother is wetter
hear it now i’ll whip an e30 and get a grammy
these pussy boys think they understand me
what you see is the tip of the iceberg 
got a sweet tooth i eat pussy like it’s candy

@greyisde4d

@greyisde4d - BRAGGADOCIOUS [prod. @dd.gemini]

CLOAK N DAGGER W/APOLLOISLOST (PROD.223ILX x S1NINJA)

IN DANGER (p.akeno)

Lyrics :

BIG BODY BUSSIN WE KNOCK OFF HIS MUFFIN

GANG ON THE WAY WE GON TURN HIM TO NOTHIN

BITCH ITS ON SIGHT WE AINT DOIN DISCUSSIONS

 BITCH SHE A THOT SHE TOLD ME SHE LOVED IT

WE IN THIS BITCH PLAY THE BEAT OUT IN PLUBLIC

BITCH STEADY BEATIN MY BLOOD IT BE RUSHIN

WORD TO DEAD WE MIGHT KNOCK OUT YO COUSIN

BITCH WE GON FUCK UP THE DAY WE GON UP IT

I AINT GON LIE WE GON POP IN THIS BITCH WE GON ROCK IN THIS BITCH TURN THAT BOY TO A NOODLE

ME AND MY NIGGAS WE COMIN WE LOOKIN LIKE DOGS, BITCH I AINT TALKIN NO POODLE

BODY WAS LAID IN THE STREET SAW HIS MUFUCKIN BRAIN ON THE GANG IT WAS MUFUCKIN BRUTAL

FUCK ALL THE PIGS NIGGA I BE THE FIRST THE SAY FUCK YO RESPECT NIGGA FUCK YO APPROVAL

RUN [PROD. DRUGSLUTT]

(“ILX”)
Nigga you just went out bad 
Niggas fumblin the bag (“eightcler”)
i be rummaging through cash
Nigga dont drop that shit its ass

I cant hit it it aint gas
We gon hit em Wit dat mag
We get rid of niggas fast
I'm ultimate Like super smash!

Im wit the clan you don't wan’ clash
Say dat you better than me gon laugh
Thats tough as fuck lil nigga you mad
I've did sumn shit dats all in the past

Just look at dis shit put it in contrast
Up that shit and im gon BLAST
Tech spit fire like a GHAST
Cannot catch me way outclassed

(yea haaa)

You wrappin a brick
Its ILX nigga i dont make a miss
These niggas be hating 
if you that mad den go make a diss

They not wit the gang then rest in piss
Lil nigga you lame you dont got a blick
You talk on my name get hit wit the stick (fah)
Lil nigga you green you look like a lick (hah)

Compact smg it lit up the whip (fah fah fah)
I feel lm krillin i came wit a disk (hah hah hah)
Holos all around yo chest like vicks
Its yo path so you depict

Nah you’s cap boy you ain't slick
You ain't runnin of on shit
Who want smoke like NARDO
No AUTUMN get lit up like a WICK

(huh..fdrrr)

Shot he lay tranquil
She take flicks of me and i'm like, nah get this angle
Everyday i wake up talk to god, yes im thankful
Smg gon hit and send you up to god, wit the angels
333 gon be on top keep turning tables

(yea-heahh)

Your unable you can try
This blade fatal you gon die
Wit my gang i'm wit my slimes
You’s a bitch you aint gon slide

Might see god i'm just that high
Yeah i'm on top im just that guy
We put yo mans in the sky

We put yo mans in the air
Bitch im lit wit’out a care
You get hit up wit dat fire like we signal wit a flare
Say you got GUAP WHERE
They hit the spot we NOT THERE
Yo head in the CROSSHAIR
Keep that tech hardware

Nigga you just went out bad 
Niggas fumblin the bag
I rummaging through cash
Nigga dont drop that shit its ass

I cant hit it it aint gas
We gon hit em Wit dat mag
We get rid of niggas fast
I'm ultimate Like super smash!

SUPER SMASH (Prod. Eightcler)

ILX+