thx for 1k luv u guys, big things soon

prod me

lyrics:

she a brat, ooh she bad, sprayin mags out the mac
boy my jeans hella sag, cause the glock hella fat
you aint shootin, you a narc, boy you yap, you a rat
i been puffin, i aint pass, good kush costs cash

imma a big steppa, yuh, you can see me in the bank
im a bomb senda, yuh, you might see me in a tank
imma big senda, yuh, i aint ever opt out
im a trend setta, yuh, so they want all of the clout

boy aye, why u tryna box, you a stick fig
old ass beamer in the yard, ridin stick shift
fat ass tryna send shots, you a weird kid

.bomb senda #1k

I didn’t make this song, nor i do not have rights to this song, All rights to h!tex
09-20-2024

SAVE ME (prod. 9lives)

all black fit posted up like im a fuckin bat
69 lies he told the judge he like a fuckin rat
cant fill my pockets w my green cause them bitches gon end up fat
and he cant speak up wit his chest because thats where the beam is aimin at
he try to hide he wearing a mask just like he at an anime convetion
but i keep a thermal on this bitch cant run or duck the smith and wesson
dumpin out this rula in my glock and teach yo ass a lesson
and you talkin on my name but once i found u had u repentin

(ixybxy.999)
if i see him i might run off with that nigga pendent
hoe ass dork nigga no one wanna see u livin
servin press 30s while i take care of his children
drunk (ion even know what he said)
yeah dat hoe dumb as a bitch thinkin that im trickin
ha cause i’m fuckin not
slap tf outta dumb ass retarded thot
dumbass nigga smokin spray u not smokin pot
ammunition got tracers like overwatch
so we see where they go
tweakin off them drugs i ain’t tweakin bout a fuckin hoe

overwatxh ft. ixybxy.999 (fvckpainboyz)

aye 
cant remember the code to the safe now i got my money stuck
know a diabetic shooter keep a glockie call it tummy tuck
took her home and gave her laughing gas now i feel the bitch funny fuck
countin pape with paranoia when i count it i got dummy bucks

writin down these verses on dis pc
told the bitch to keep on cryin not gon answer when she need me
this skinny hoe need sum muscle on her bones so she say feed me
no splittin checks when we go out i told my gang that we gon eat for free

anything we gotta pay for we gon steal it
you sound like thornberry with that big ass mouth do a favor for me, seal it
dont do electric cars fuck a tesla hop in that beamer then we peel it
these bullets hit you in yo face so later u gon really feel it
take a hunnid k and flip it like im cookin on a skillet
baby said she want the dick so to her house i go and visit
i got 20 plus slugs in this round this chop explicit
stop him if he do sum funny shit like i gave his ass a ticket
i make all the women laugh u try to say sum shi its crickets

put my kay down on a scale just to see how much this cannon weigh
pussy wasnt where he said to meet im comin where his granny stay
45 plus 5 different colors 50 shades of grey
and he claim to be a crip but now he hangin with a wavy lay

shit im goin crazy lemme chill 
writin hella fuckin bars like this a cypher but not bill
catch me outside js like im bhad baby on that dr phil
i need some promo for my shi might record sum on the trill

tummy tuck (curxxedtaimana)

The feeling lingers in me
I dont have any left in me
The things you said Possess me
Everything i think is what i am
 
I thought i told u that people never change
You say you know it all but you dont explain
Its like a curse is in the middle of my brain
I had to face the consequences pure insane

The feeling lingers in me
I dont have any empathy
The things you said Possess me
Everything i think is what i am

ill never get a break demo prod winner

ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ᶜⓇЖŞ𝕊𝕖∂ ஜ۩۞۩ஜ


Lyrics:
yea man im feeling sad
it dont matter catching
yea man im feeling sad
it dont matter catching bags
in the streets is where im at
sike im joking
ill shoot 
yea man im feeling sad
it dont matter catching bags
in the streets is where im at
sike im joking
ill shoot back doe
yea yea
im in yo feed everyday
posted up
im in the kitchen
we gon make these niggas pay
now he stuck on the same day
all that pain won't go away
you just lost your soul
you tripping
that's how we just call it game
you just lost your soul
you tripping
that's how we just call it game
you just lost your soul
you tripping
that's how we just call it game
you just lost your soul
you tripping
that's how we just call it game
imma winner
you a loser
its all over though
i kno i keep it simple 
im not trippin
thats what my flex is for

feelin sad ( -_•)╦̵̵̿╤─ (prod. lance)

JAYP3G!

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