Cooked (feat. Jacovv)

Beautiful Lies & Ugly Truths! (prod. symelz)

prod. Trxgon
recently feel like they tryna get me
Ion even got no opps tho
still tend to like look over my shoulder 
Ex bitch talk bout like that she miss me
ion wanna hellcat want a bmw
M3 comp while shawty sitting next 2 me
watching old homies go out sad
damn it, why you do me like that
2x
old friends yeah they hating me
see my passing them
I can’t talk like lately I feel irrational
The ones you love be in competition 
you was why my homie like why you keep
yo distance 
I miss all my friends but I heard that they dissin
Let them talk while I run up the digits
u ain’t get shit u a broke ass bum 
put the xanny on my tongue
ima relapse just for fun..
so keep talkin like all that talk we know that it’s just for show
gonna walk it how I talk it
cause I know I’m boutta blow 
talkin hella reckless but u lackin facts
do ur research bro
talkin hella reckless but I know my bro
gon do him dirty bro

over my shoulder

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mistake prod.vanquish

[Intro]
Huh, Know you see the red eye on the key
Huh, Grabba in dat wood bitch
Roll up roll up
Took dat bitch to Soho Soho
I got Ricky Owen Owen
Huh, Balenciaga bitch I'm steppin
I got the boots
Light up the candle
Lil bitch I'm holdin the handle
Her pussy wet like I'm in Panama
Imma get ma guys out the mud
They used to not show us love
Got a Redeye package on the whip
"That's lit" dat white bitch say
Haa, White bitch say dat she miss me
She just miss my shows
We was just in the store with no money
Now we got dat bankroll

[Verse 1]
Huh, If the feds on my ass
Imma pull up in dat wide body kit
Shhh, Don't tell em shit
Don't be a snitch, Don't tell em shit
Fuck the presidents
Fuck the government
It's still free all ma dawgs
In the mfkn County
Fuck wit gang you goin catch a bounty
And we all got chains
Touch one you get left dead in the lobby

(Vocals)

[Chorus]
Huh, Know you see the red eye on the key
Huh, Grabba in dat wood bitch
Roll up roll up
Took dat bitch to Soho Soho
I got Ricky Owen Owen
Huh, Balenciaga bitch I'm steppin
I got the boots
Light up the candle
Lil bitch I'm holdin the handle
Her pussy wet like I'm in Panama
Imma get ma guys out the mud
They used to not show us love
Got a Redeye package on the whip
"That's lit" dat white bitch say
Haa, White bitch say dat she miss me
She just miss my shows
We was just in the store with no money
Now we got dat bankroll

[Verse 2]
Huh, I'm in my red eye lil bitch
Huh, I got red eyes lil bitch
Pourin the Tris, sippin dat shit
I boss up take yo bitch
Yo bitch mine now, Huh
Redeye on dat drag strip
Put some big ass tires on dat bitch
She said put the G6 in the blunt
Handle my liquor bitch ain't no throwin
I be cross-faded in a Mercedes
Shout out to Hades
On a shroom trip, it feels like it's the 80s
I took her out to the disco
We both had the dance floor
I know I'm a asshole leavin you there
In the rain waitin
I pulled off in dat redeye
I pulled off in dat redeye
I'm sorry, I'm sorry

[Outro]
Huh, Know you see the red eye on the key
Huh, Grabba in dat wood bitch
Roll up roll up
Took dat bitch to Soho Soho
I got Ricky Owen Owen
Huh, Balenciaga bitch I'm steppin
I got the boots
Light up the candle
Lil bitch I'm holdin the handle
Her pussy wet like I'm in Panama
Imma get ma guys out the mud
They used to not show us love
Got a Redeye package on the whip
"That's lit" dat white bitch say
Haa, White bitch say dat she miss me
She just miss my shows
We was just in the store with no money
Now we got dat bankroll

REDEYE

racksin

Pull up in the whip, yeah, you know it’s lit,
Designer on my body, take a pic, that’s a hit.
Drugs in the system, feelin' that rush,
All these colors flashin' like it’s a fashion brush.

(Chorus)
Cloud nine vibes, we floatin’ so high,
Never come down, livin’ life, that’s the why.
Fashion on fleek, we don’t ever stall,
In this game of life, yeah, we’ve got it all.

(Verse 2)
Money in my pocket, stackin’ it right,
Drugs in the air, we gon' party all night.
Balenciaga step, you know I’m fresh,
Got my crew with me, we ain’t never stressed.

(Chorus)
Cloud nine vibes, we floatin’ so high,
Never come down, livin’ life, that’s the why.
Fashion on fleek, we don’t ever stall,
In this game of life, yeah, we’ve got it all.

(Bridge)
Every piece I wear, got a story to tell,
In this world of fashion, yeah, we castin’ spells.
Drugs and the style, mix it up real nice,
Livin’ for the moment, you can’t roll the dice.

(Outro)
Catch me in the clouds, where the stars collide,
Fashion and the drugs—this is how we ride.
Cloud nine vibes, let’s take it to the sky,
In this life we livin’, we just got to fly.

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