HighBeams

Up Cardi B Remix

BBLDRIZZYBEATGIVEAWAY

SPACE By $SJ

Malibu by $SJ

We in the back of the ghost and we tell em pull up to my place 
Pockets is empty I gotta go quick and just hit up the safe. 
Whippin the sprinter down 94 please get the fuck out the way 
I am the king of this shit and I don’t give a fuck what you say 

Shout out my day ones who been around with me since back in the day. 
I’m in the phantom but I got the money so plug em with wraiths
Cuz when I was down my niggas would be there and this what they say. 
You are a the king of this shit if they talk shit we pull up and spray. 

Baby,
Back it up cuz I like that. 
I’m a dog I might bight back 
Roll the paper then light that. 
Presidential had to Ice that 
Chamillionaire they see me rollin 
Niggas sleepin hear em snorin 
22’s on the rover 
Baby when you comin over 

I was like 23 making like  90k salary and I ain’t have no degree 
Ballin like 23 mamba mentality put them together that’s me 
King of these flows you gotta just listen and I’m gonna makeup and  you  gon see 
Prezy with ice and some rubies I mix em together and prez gon bleed. 

Auto shoty like an A12
Runnin Shooty like I’m A12 
These niggas rail and I’m top shelf 
SOS niggas need help. 
My chick bad don’t behave well
I’m a devil let me bring hell 
Fuck with me ain’t gon end well. 
Man on fire like I’m Denzel 

We in the back of the ghost and we tell em pull up to my place 
Pockets is empty I gotta go quick and just hit up the safe. 
Whippin the sprinter down 94 please get the fuck out the way 
I am the king of this shit and I don’t give a fuck what you say 

Shout out my day ones who been around with me since back in the day. 
I’m in the phantom but I got the money so plug em with wraiths
Cuz when I was down my niggas would be there and this what they say. 
You are a the king of this shit if they talk shit we pull up and spray. 

Moneyyyy yeah 
It’s funnny yeah 
Flower smellin up the whip this shit is fuckin reakin 
It’s the weekend
My bitch is screaming
Addy startin a-kick-in got a nigga tweakin.
I just. 

I’m pullin out the marble driveway. 
Starin niggas down sideways.
they look back and give me high praise. 
It’s my way or the highway 
Gotta problem nigga say sum 
100 bullets in the round drum 
She drinkin on cap same rum. 
Suck a nigga like a dum dum. 

Get it poppin yeah we shutting down the club. 
And I don’t give a fuck my excuse is that I’m young. 
If you don’t understand that I’m sick with this shit 
Then take a moment quick, watch me Roley flick the wrist

We in the back of the ghost and we tell em pull up to my place 
Pockets is empty I gotta go quick and just hit up the safe. 
Whippin the sprinter down 94 please get the fuck out the way 
I am the king of this shit and I don’t give a fuck what you say 

Shout out my day ones who been around with me since back in the day. 
I’m in the phantom but I got the money so plug em with wraiths
Cuz when I was down my niggas would be there and this what they say. 
You are a the king of this shit if they talk shit we pull up and spray. 

Money yeah
Roley yeah 
It’s so cold yeah.
I’m king yeah 
If you don’t know 
Then you do now
Moneyyyy yeah
Oh we rollinnn

written by: Jordan Harrison

King by $SJ *Lyrics In Description*

Trouble by $SJ

Flippin up some packs I just checked think I’m gettin low
Hit up white boy rick from Cali re up need some mo
Next day air that post man pull up and he leave that at my door
Never trust a fuckin nigga so i do this on my own

Touchdown on this beat like Odell let do my dance 
Rundown with this ice like rock try to flex you don’t stand a chance
Roll one up and then we light it gets us in a trance 
All I want is fucking bands 50 bands 100 bands 

Gat to is ass 
Blast to da pass
Just a couple bands for the task
12 with the pass 
Benz lookin s with the class
Shorty Said no bands for the dance 
I was always in the back of the class  
Now a nigga lookin Handsome at last
Shorty lookin bad with the ass
Then she had to go and do it wit no hands
Everybody took a glance 
Leave a nigga in a trance 

Wake up take a hit it’s time to do this on my own. 
Shorty my Corrine she always leave a nigga blown.
Really on my Richard you cannot defeat me in the zone 
Sherman when I Chuck your bitch and take her right back to my home. 

Flippin up some packs I just checked think I’m gettin low
Hit up white boy rick from Cali re up nigga need some mo
Next day air that post man pull  leave it at the door
Beat just drowning in my pool just let them bodies hit the floor

Never trust a nigga gotta do this on my own
G6 outta Cali told the pilot nigga take me home. 
Final play I’m going beast mode up the whole. 
Grab another ring like I be rockin  number 24 
 
Wrist is Rolex is so iced out I can’t even see breath on it
Wipe it off with some Louis cloth you niggas sneeze on it. 
Baby thick wanna take her home lemme squeeze on it  
Honeycomb with the lambo black and yellow put some bees on it. 

Last chance 
Bustin off the mother fuckin gat gotta make a nigga tap dance
Past tense 
Everytime your brought by your family. 
Sadly never should’ve played 
What’s does that mean?
Murdered with these bars 
And in fact the 
Greatest of them all
Like and athlete
gonna win em all 
In the backseat 
Smokin on a raw 
Addy got me shaking like I had A lot of caffeine

Never trust a nigga gotta do this on my own
G6 outta Cali told the pilot nigga take me home. 
Final play I’m going beast mode up the whole. 
Grab another ring like I be rockin  number 24

written by Jordan Harrison

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