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Prod. Blanco
#SCFirst

lyrics:

Niggas trippin, know they like to cap a lot
But they switchin they position once it’s time to back it up 
Move along and take it all witchu it’s time to pack it up
I been focused on myself but this shit can’t come fast enough 
Steak and shrimp my company when at the fucking dinner table 
2010 man I was dreaming had no bread to pay for cable 
Cut the cord on niggas anyway they dial I’m unable 
I’m too clean for them obscene of them to lie and tell they fables
I just copped a brand new Cuban lately I been on one 
Double Dutch them diamonds dancing like they pulling up to prom 
I can’t speak on Whatchu heard but just know my word is bond 
All that tweeting for the birds, all my X’s dead and gone 

I can’t let up on these niggas foot to throat I catch ‘em bad 
Roles reversing I was lacking now I’m cooking with some gas 
I won’t lie though cause I’m built for this but human in the end 
Every now again it’s natural to try and not collapse
And they gon say what they say about they racks in the bank 
We know the truth you be cappin let that ego inflate 
I can’t waste time of day there ain’t enough anyway 
But you should throw in the towel boy I’m finished I can’t 
And it’s just another day to me I’m sticking to the mission 
Like I’m playing call of duty all I know is hit precision 
Trynna think of how my brodies finna eat we in the kitchen 
When we pop out on the scene they finna think it was a smith & 

Niggas trippin, know they like to cap a lot
But they switchin they position once it’s time to back it up 
Move along and take it all witchu it’s time to pack it up
I been focused on myself but this shit can’t come fast enough 
Steak and shrimp my company when at the fucking dinner table 
2010 man I was dreaming had no bread to pay for cable 
Cut the cord on niggas anyway they dial I’m unable 
I’m too clean for them obscene of them to lie and tell they fables
I just copped a brand new Cuban lately I been on one 
Double Dutch them diamonds dancing like they pulling up to prom 
I can’t speak on Whatchu heard but just know my word is bond 
All that tweeting for the birds, all my X’s dead and gone 

Swear to god I been on demon-time I bust my ass for this 
Always getting what I wanted with that hunger catalyst
And I swear by Whatchu learn can make a better bag to get 
When I think about advice I got it wasn’t accurate 
But it’s okay tho cuz we still gon get it done
Know the team be eating heavy like a couple wontons
Niggas sweet as fuck I swear to god I call em bonbons 
Tried to fix the past I never last so I been long gone 
Fuck em all fuck em all please don’t ever think I need you 
I done came too far to be robbed up of my sequel 
I know I say that I don’t trust a lot aint me that’s on the people 
Sick and tired of these goofy niggas all of y’all be seethrough   

Niggas trippin, know they like to cap a lot
But they switchin they position once it’s time to back it up 
Move along and take it all witchu it’s time to pack it up
I been focused on myself but this shit can’t come fast enough 
Steak and shrimp my company when at the fucking dinner table 
2010 man I was dreaming had no bread to pay for cable 
Cut the cord on niggas anyway they dial I’m unable 
I’m too clean for them obscene of them to lie and tell they fables
ped a brand new Cuban lately I been on one 
Double Dutch them diamonds dancing like they pulling up to prom 
I can’t speak on Whatchu heard but just know my word is bond 
All that tweeting for the birds, all my X’s dead and gone

Word Is Bond [Prod. Blanco]

Prod. Samuel.
#SCFirst

lyrics:

It gets hard to answer calls when I ain’t trynna be involved
But when bro had caught the charge I had to ball that’s for my dawgs
Had to stand up for my brothers I sent dollars through that phone 
I made songs for all my flaws I took my pain and made it more 
And I had it broke so many times no kindness in my heart
So it’s hard to say I love you less I say it to my mom 
Fully loaded I got trauma it’s so hard to shrug it off 
But when push come to the shove I know the man that I’ve become 
I be thinking way too much when I be cruising on the backstreets 
I been trynna find a way to help this shit get past me 
Time gon heal it all I need the Rollie to relax me 
I’m gon take it farther than they ever thought to ask me 

Got my head above the water jumped in at an early age 
I’m the product of what happens when you dreaming everyday
But the scars that I done overcome gon shine right through the rain
Ask me what it took to get here shit was worth it every way 
When my brother died my momma cried it hit a little different 
It still hits me everyday it’s safe to say I’ll always miss him
But I’ll never let it slow me down I’m dreaming of this mission
I just wish I had more time with him that wasn’t in a prison
But I ain’t looking back on shit that i’on got a chance to change 
Only change that I be focused on is when I’m at the bank 
Plus the type that people do when you be running through them ranks
Turned a CEO I made my own and had to find a way 
I was down bad, they ain’t see me in that light though  
Had to level up, and now I’m moving with my eyes closed  
Told you I just feel it cap my outfit with a blindfold 
Overplayed my cards now I’m out here stacking milestones
They ain’t see the tears, all the nights I stayed awake  
I was Praying for some guidance, put my faith up in the stakes  
And I took a couple losses, but the wins they compensate  
I been moving with a purpose got no time to play the games 

It gets hard to answer calls when I ain’t trynna be involved
But when bro had caught the charge I had to ball that’s for my dawgs
Had to stand up for my brothers I sent dollars through that phone 
I made songs for all my flaws I took my pain and made it more 
And I had it broke so many times no kindness in my heart
So it’s hard to say I love you less I say it to my mom 
Fully loaded I got trauma it’s so hard to shrug it off 
But when push come to the shove I know the man that I’ve become 
I be thinking way too much when I be cruising on the backstreets 
I been trynna find a way to help this shit get past me 
Time gon heal it all I need a Rollie to relax me 
I’m gon take it farther than they ever thought to ask me

Backstreets [prod. samuel]

Prod. (TAYLOR KING )
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additional prod. (ditty beatz)

Dreams & Nightmares (ft. Lil Peep)

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FeRRis WhEEL (feat. Trippie Redd)

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Swervin feat. 6ix9ine

We All Shine

No Heart

City Girls

Die A Legend

Dyin Breed

Grind(Explicit)

#JayDaYoungan #Misunderstood

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23 Island

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#SCFirst
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Empty 💔[Prod. NextLane]

Let Her Go

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Monopoly (feat. Lil XXEL)

#SCFirst
(Intro: Bri-C)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Okay

(Chorus: Bri-C)
Drop top drip ice froze my wrist (damn!)
Shirt off white just like my kicks okay (yeah!)
Neck shine bright so fly light switch (woah!)
Left foot right when I walk by bitch
(Skrt Skrt)
(Oof)
(Gone)
Going crazy in this bitch aye (woah!)
Diamonds on me brazy no fugazi in this bitch
(Eye be) Eye be going lazy bro it’s hazy in this bitch
Man it Got me feeling wavy on the daily in this bitch

(Verse 1: Bri-C & Playboy Ty)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
Woah
Damn
I be going ham
Doing what I wanna you be doing whatchu can aye
King up in my city shorty told me I’m the man uh
But I ain’t yo nigga I could never be your man
Just copped a new bracelet uh
Aye yeah that Cartier
And the whole crowd dead yeah
Till I joined the party hey
And your head
Full of air
Like a bag of Frito Lay
And the next day your shorty don’t know if she gon go or stay
Yeehaw
(Yeehaw?)
We gone
(We gone?)
She riding on my dick like a seesaw
Seesaw
(Woowoo!)
You ain’t even buy it that’s a lease huh
(All my) All my shit expensive for the free huh
(I don’t pay bitch)
Tommy, Polo, Calvin what I’m rocking on my dick (blah)
And I have your shorty playing Pac-Man with my stick
Put it down her throat
Like she feeling strep sick (ew!)
Watch her jump and twist
And she doing all the tricks

(Chorus: Bri-C)
Drop top drip ice froze my wrist (damn!)
Shirt off white just like my kicks okay (yeah!)
Neck shine bright so fly light switch (woah!)
Left foot right when I walk by bitch
(Skrt Skrt)
(Oof)
(Gone)
Going crazy in this bitch aye (woah!)
Diamonds on me brazy no fugazi in this bitch
(Eye be) Eye be going lazy bro it’s hazy in this bitch
Man it Got me feeling wavy on the daily in this bitch

(Verse 2: Bri-C & Playboy Ty)
Bitch I overflow
You supposed to know
And your shorty text me asking where she ‘posed to go
Imma hit her wit the addy then I ghost the hoe
Bruh she told me that I’m wavy then she rode the boat (ewww!)
Eenie meenie miney moe
I don’t even want that hoe
And she sent a text but I don’t even wan’ reply no more
Fuck it
Fly her out
Cross the country call that coast to coast
Only hit my jack because she saw the way my numbers grow
Just erased her out my life
Call that bitch Ticonderoga
I was blowing out her back
Stretched her out like it was yoga
And she want me catching feelings
But my name ain’t Amendola
Only needed you one night
Damn right that’s what I told her
(Aye)
I’m on DND
Need these people leave me be
Whole squad swag surfin
I’m the captain of the team
Sicker than the CDC
On the screen like DVD
Told lil shorty throw it back
Her nickname is TBT


(Chorus: Bri-C)
Drop top drip ice froze my wrist (damn!)
Shirt off white just like my kicks okay (yeah!)
Neck shine bright so fly light switch (woah!)
Left foot right when I walk by bitch
(Skrt Skrt)
(Oof)
(Gone)
Going crazy in this bitch aye (woah!)
Diamonds on me brazy no fugazi in this bitch
(Eye be) Eye be going lazy bro it’s hazy in this bitch
Man it Got me feeling wavy on the daily in this bitch

Drop Top Drip 💧 (Ft. Playboy Ty) [Prod. i2hiigh]

Banana Split (with YNW Melly feat. Lil Durk)

Blacked out Whip
Produced by Nextlane
Available on all platforms
#SCFirst

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(Intro)
Every time I see your name nowadays it’s all wrong
I ain’t ever thought I’d hold this hate for so long
I’m skrting trynna fix my ways I’m so gone
But it’s fuck it cause my life’s been straight it goes on

(Chorus)
In a blacked out whip same color as my heart
Going 80 in a 6 speed drifting through the yard
Always wonder if you miss me, huh, maybe not
Regardless of the answer I can promise you I’m gone
And I’m Gathering my feelings had to put em all together
I can feel the way you treated me was colder than December
Every day with you was different it was never getting better
Always told me that I need you but I’m thinking that I never did

(Verse 1)
Said I don’t need it no more
I threw it all on the floor
I just keep walking ‘round in circles
Been revolving the doors
You kept on pulling my cords
To never hurt me you swore
I think I finally turned the tables
Knew you’d miss me oh lord
This shit was tragic
Straight down to ashes
Played with my heart in the dark you was cappin’
You played it smart from the start it was classic
No more restarts I’ll be gone with a bad bitch

(Bridge)
Knowing that I’m better off
Proud to take the pressure off
Always let me down took her crown and I let her go
Every lie you ever told
Just another episode
Bet you feeling guilty bout it now 
Shit I’ll never know
Yeah

(Chorus)
In a blacked out whip same color as my heart
Going 80 in a 6 speed drifting through the yard
Always wonder if you miss me, huh, maybe not
Regardless of the answer I can promise you I’m gone
And I’m Gathering my feelings had to put em all together
I can feel the way you treated me was colder than December
Every day with you was different it was never getting better
Always told me that I need you but I’m thinking that I never did

(Verse 2)
So some days I wonder
But they were never worth it
They all drove me under
I turned a different person
I fell just like lumber
I swore that you were perfect
You spoke in these tongues girl
Your language was in cursive
I think we’ve come so far
But still we so far gone
I used to want you more than air I had inside my lungs
I said goodbye my love
And then I packed my stuff
And then as far as I could get away from you I run

(Bridge)
Knowing that I’m better off
Proud to take the pressure off
Always let me down took her crown and I let her go
Every lie you ever told
Just another episode
Bet you feeling guilty bout it now
Shit I’ll never know
Yeah

(Chorus)
In a blacked out whip same color as my heart
Going 80 in a 6 speed drifting through the yard
Always wonder if you miss me, huh, maybe not
Regardless of the answer I can promise you I’m gone
And I’m Gathering my feelings had to put em all together
I can feel the way you treated me was colder than December
Every day with you was different it was never getting better
Always told me that I need you but I’m thinking that I never did

Blacked Out Whip [Prod. Nextlane]

Produced by Cryptic, Armin Wave & Ben Hunta

Fighter Jet

#SCFirst
Do The Most
Produced by Bruferrbeatz
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Lyrics:

They all ‘trynna turn to fans when they you see do the most 
Had to get a couple bands might just go and whip the ghost
Heavy pockets F&N gotta keep it real close 
All I get is dividends I ain’t even ‘trynna boast 
And they always take it personal I do what I please 
After all is said and done I’m ‘trynna worry ‘bout me 
Told that nigga kick the bucket tell his hoe she gotta leave 
I got shit I gotta do and I got things I gotta see 
 
I don’t even care no more they told me that I’m selfish
Focused on improving I been focused on my wellness
Y’all been outta time like the moment that a bell hits 
Homie dropped a song but nobody really felt it 
Fuckin it up in the back of the truck ‘cause I’m fed up with riding the coupe
I just been wilding riding exotic this shit ain’t no biggy it’s just what I do 
They never ‘bout it it’s all a mirage so when they talk about it I’m never enthused 
Never been honest they get outta pocket and thinking they popping but it’s never new 
Always say they had plans but they coming up short 
Always claim to been the man but that’s false ofcourse 
No more long talk tell ‘em leave it at the door 
We ain’t ever been the same since I had to make it pour
 
They all ‘trynna turn to fans when they you see do the most 
Had to get a couple bands might just go and whip the ghost
Heavy pockets F&N gotta keep it real close 
All I get is dividends I ain’t even ‘trynna boast 
And they always take it personal I do what I please 
After all is said and done I’m ‘trynna worry bout me 
Told that nigga kick the bucket tell his hoe she gotta leave 
I got shit I gotta do and I got things I gotta see 
 
Niggas playing JV and talking bout a letterman 
I ain’t even flexing but you know that I’m the better man
Staying on target, so I never let them in
‘Trynna take me down they looking foolish they could never win 
Wrist on ice cream
So I think they like me
Franchise boys catch me chillin’ in my white tee
All these niggas hype beasts
All they do is sight see
Talking from a distance never pull up they just write things 
Always said you had plans but you coming up short 
Always claim to been the man but that’s false ofcourse 
No more long talk tell ‘em leave it at the door 
We ain’t ever been the same since I had to make it pour
 
They all ‘trynna turn to fans when they you see do the most 
Had to get a couple bands might just go and whip the ghost
Heavy pockets F&N gotta keep it real close 
All I get is dividends I ain’t even ‘trynna boast 
And they always take it personal I do what I please 
After all is said and done I’m ‘trynna worry bout me 
Told that nigga kick the bucket tell his hoe she gotta leave 
I got shit I gotta do and I got things I gotta see

Do The Most [Prod. Bruferrbeatz]

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