[Hook: WOVKE]
I just blew my money on a drop-top Bentley coupe
I just blew my money on a drop-top Bentley coupe
It ain't got no roof, yeah, that shit lookin like a U
It ain't got no roof, yeah, that shit lookin like a U
I just blew my money on a drop-top Bentley coupe
I just blew my money on a drop-top Bentley coupe
It ain't got no roof, yeah, that shit lookin like a U
It ain't got no roof, yeah, that shit lookin like a U

[Verse 1: WOVKE]
I just need some money for a drop-top Bentley coupe
Costly wit a .2, not no .44, but a .32
And I'm wit my goons, yeah, my guys, yeah, they stay out too
And I'm bouta cop a new flip phone with the diamonds too
Never out the roof, on the roof, yeah, I'm on the coupe
Never off the shrooms in a room, diamonds dancing who?
If I told my n*ggas, they gon shoot, aim it right at you
I just wanna a shawty, not no thotty, wit a body too

[Verse 2: Noxazamia]
I just blew my money on a drop-top Bentley coupe
I just blew my rhymes on a non-stop .52
Saying you'll turn n*ggas into boos, turn em into boos
Saying that you bout it but you lame, n*gga, you a you
Turned this shit into throwaways, call it into you
Not a fucking square in my circle, n*gga, you a cube
N*gga, you a cube
I just spent my money on a drop-top Bentley coupe

[Hook: WOVKE]
I just blew my money on a drop-top Bentley coupe
I just blew my money on a drop-top Bentley coupe
It ain't got no roof, yeah, that shit lookin like a U
It ain't got no roof, yeah, that shit lookin like a U
I just blew my money on a drop-top Bentley coupe
I just blew my money on a drop-top Bentley coupe
It ain't got no roof, yeah, that shit lookin like a U
It ain't got no roof, yeah, that shit lookin like a U

Noxazamia - BENTLEY COUPE ft. WOVKE [Deleted Track]

[Intro]
Finally set me... (Finally set me...)
Aye, aye, aye

Every single god damn day
I can't even see the light, n*gga, only see the grave
It's killing a n*gga, I'm seeing my grave
In the darkest night I think it's still there, hey
Face the eyes of people that I know
You call for smoke and then the time goes slow
Your mind gets blown and then you see whos fault
Like whos your friend, and whos your foe
N*gga, I don't know
N*gga, I don't know
Your mind, splat
Look in the sky, all black
Look in my eyes, all black
Cuz all these n*ggas minds so whack
I'm gone, aye
Lost in my head
I've gotten all red
I think that what you said
Pull up, spin 3, that what I shot
Blow the clip, I cannot stop
Holding your heart incase it'll get dark
Remember the times you were there from the start
And I remember the days, remember the times, remember the place
I'm blowing a haze, I'm up in my mind
I'm counting my days, I'm counting days until I wanna lay
I Say I...

[Outro]
I don't wanna fucking talk about it
Don't ask any questions
Don't-
Don't speak of it
Don't say anything
Sometimes the silence brings the most peace

RXTARR - FUCK THIS HURTS! (Prod. QUAZAR MAKEINU) [DELETED TRACK]

[Intro]
I don't know why
I really don't know why
I feel like my kindness makes me so vulnerable
Come on, just pick up
Makes me a target
I've become a prey (C'mon bruh, haha)
Hello?
I would just like to share

[Verse]
I tried to take a break
Tried to stop my loving ways
Got almighty sins to signs to give myself a break
But in my mind I saw a vivid image of your face
The change I want to take a right new page
Chapters in my life, you'll find a lot of darkened light
I know one day I'll die so now I'm tryna make it right
I wanna build and grow with someone that I'll call my wife
And leave a print on Earth that lives so long, you'll have a sight
Pray it's 2 to 1 that hurt and pain to self and much
Just know I'll always love you when I'll give you all my trust
And once it's feeling broken, false love, I'll know it's lust
Keep your head up high before regret it, it's gonna suck
And light in all the minds and open all the eyes
To get back to a time where we were so alive
To feel your vibe again and see the cloudy sky

[Outro]
Come along with me
I have too much love in myself
I need to break off a piece
Ha, here, take it, its yours
Just be sure to keep it safe
Promise?

RXTARR - lava girl (Prod. ANGEL DAIRY) [Deleted Track]

Please...
Motion of these scars
You said just I was just sour
And now I'm falling apart
I hope you me in a coffin on the day that I die
I hope you me in a coffin on the day that I die
I hope you me in a coffin on the day that I die
The day that I die
I hope you me in a coffin on the day that I die
I hope you me in a coffin on the day that I die
I hope you me in a coffin on the day that I die
The day that I die

RXTARR - Chapter VII, Karma [Deleted Track]

[Chorus]
I don't wanna party no more
I don't wanna, I don't wanna party no more, more-more-more-more
I don't wanna party no more
I don't wanna, I don't wanna party no more, more-more-more-more
I don't wanna party no more
I don't wanna party no more

[Verse]
Aye
Ex bitch wanna fuck the homie, I'm pissed
If that was your ex, you know I would resist
Coolin wit the bro and we smokin on a spliff
And she askin if I'm mad, look at me, no shit
The fuck do I look like to you?
Am I just somebody to use?
I cannot take the abuse
Passive aggressive, I'm blowing a fuse

Why are you being so mean to me?
Are you mad?
You shouldn't even be upset
It's not your place to be upset
I don't understand why you're being so rude
I was- I just wanna be friends but...
I guess that's alright

[Chorus]
I don't wanna party no more
I don't wanna, I don't wanna party no more, more-more-more-more
I don't wanna party no more
I don't wanna, I don't wanna party no more, more-more-more-more
I don't wanna party no more
I don't wanna party no more

[Outro]
I just need some help
I just need some love
I don't want no sex
I don't want no drugs

sample: You'll Never Get To Heaven - Wait

rxtarr - pity party (prod. kaioxen) [deleted track]

[Intro]
I put a cut on my vein
I leave my wrist fucking slain
Somebody show me more pain
I leave myself in the rain, rain

[Chorus]
I just think I'm too high
Run away
We should run away
I'll take the sunrise
We should run all day
Run away
Run away
We should run away

[Bridge]
I put a cut on my vein
I leave my wrist fucking slain
Somebody show me more pain
I leave myself in the rain
I'll never find my way out
I'll give my soul to ronove

[Outro: EKKSTACY]
Nah
I'll take the sunrise
I'll take the sunrise
I'll take the sunrise

EKKSTACY - the sunrise

[Intro: iLOSTMARI]
Feeling out of breath can't handle
Ask me all these questions
Like I know the answer
You can never trust me
I can't trust you either

[Tagline]
Mari is my senpai

[Hook: Ekkstacy]
Say you wanna fight I got big guns
Fucked up crying on my Samsung
Pills, pills, pills, I'm off 10 now
Don't think I can stand up
Say you wanna fight I got big guns
Fucked up crying on my Samsung
Pills, pills, pills, I'm off 10 now
Don't think I can stand up

[Verse: iLOSTMARI]
Smoke a cigarette get cancer
Feeling out of breath can't handle
Ask me all these questions
Like I know the answer
You can never trust me
I can't trust you either
Nails all black (Ouuuu)
Pain will last
Always keep a blade tucked (hey, yeah)
Never say you're sorry love
I'll forever hate you

[Hook: Ekkstacy]
Say you wanna fight I got big guns
Fucked up crying on my Samsung
Pills, pills, pills, I'm off 10 now
Don't think I can stand up
Say you wanna fight I got big guns
Fucked up crying on my Samsung
Pills, pills, pills, I'm off 10 now
Don't think I can stand up

iLOSTMARI - Samsung! ft. EKKSTACY

[Summrs]
Ayy, I put my lil' bitch right on go
Anything I drop, it's gon' go
Look at my teeth, babygirl, it's froze
She gon' like anything I post
Anything you drop, she like, "No"
Babygirl, let's hop on this boat
I don't fuck with you, boy, I ain't your bro
Just give me a beat and smoke this dope
I told you once, I'ma tell you again
You don't gotta lie to me, don't pretend
She heard my song, now she wanna kick shit
Yeah, I know that I'm the shit
Look at my bankroll, bigger than his
I had to scratch that lil' hoe off the list
All of these drugs show up in my piss
Everybody hate me like Chris
Ridin' around with a big bitch
I put the monkey nuts on the XD
I'm the nigga who he tryna be
We only fuckin', so don't lie to me
Lil' Summrbangz, I'm a prodigy
You tryna beef through technology
These niggas funny, man, they comedy
She say I'm high, I'm like, "Probably"
I know these niggas, they be tired of me
They droppin' music with no quality
That's probably why they cannot be me
Won't stop the Xans, man, honestly
All these niggas, they some wannabes
This bitch keep callin' constantly
You gettin' money, man, that's hard to believe
I got some signs, man, I'm startin' to believe
When she see me, her heart drop like a leaf
I put the Xannies all up in my teeth
I put the Glocky up in my briefs
I'm ballin' hard, baby, like I'm Shareef
The drugs fuckin' up my fatigue
Heeyuh, go

I put my lil' bitch right on go
Anything I drop, it's gon' go
Look at my teeth, babygirl, it's froze
She gon' like anything I post
Anything you drop, she like, "No"
Babygirl, let's hop on this boat
I don't fuck with you, boy, I ain't your bro
Just give me a beat and smoke this dope
I told you once, I'ma tell you again
You don't gotta lie to me, don't pretend
She heard my song, now she wanna kick shit
Yeah, I know that I'm the shit
Look at my bankroll, bigger than his
I had to scratch that lil' hoe off the list
All of these drugs-

[Autumn]
Niggas say that I'm trash, but they copy my swag
I don't need to brag, she know I get the bag
Green beam on the Glock, l let the laser play tag
White ho, she say that I’m rad
Ain't cuffin' no ho, no, I ain't tryna meet yo' dad
That nigga is broke, well, that is too sad
Can't go out like that, no, I cannot go out sad
Shawty wanna love me, shawty wanna touch me
Shawty wanna fuck me, baby girl, come love me
I love your energy, baby, we got chemistry
I know that you into me, I know that you feeling me
Baby, it’s just me and you, baby, it's just you and me
Any nigga try you, turn him to a memory
I did this shit by myself, give a fuck ’bout the industry
I would never do anything to put this in jeopardy
Had to run it up in the H, had to cop me a new piece
Baby, tell me how you been today, I ain't worried 'bout these groupies
I fuck with you genuinely, yeah, that's why you choose me
I got Pontiac with me, that’s why these hoes choose me
Niggas say that I'm trash, but they copy my swag
I don't need to brag, she know I get the bag (She know I get the bag)
Green beam on the Glock, I let the laser play tag
White ho, she say that I'm rad
Niggas say that I'm trash, but they copy my swag
I don't need to brag, she know I get the bag
Green beam on the Glock, I let the laser play tag
White ho, she say that I'm rad
Ain't cuffin' no ho, no, I ain't tryna meet yo' dad
That nigga is broke, well, that is too sad
Can't go out like that, no, I cannot go out sad

Summrs & Autumn - Fatigue!/Copy Me! [Prod. Goyxrd]

Autumn!/Twinuzis - https://soundcloud.com/twinuzis
Rob $urreal - https://soundcloud.com/rob-surreal

[Verse]
Choppa got kick, got blowback
Niggas under me like a doormat
Stay on the move, I'm a nomad
That boy is a clone and you know that
Stealing flows you stealing my format
Got a Glocky on me and it go blatt (Blatt)
These niggas so fu
You talking shit put his ass on the news
He tryna hang, told him go grab a noose
That beefin' shit, that's old news
Aye, what Summrs said, bro?
"Stop playing with me, I done told you"
Can't hang with me, I done told you
Ain't the same as me, I done told you
Got bands all in my pocket
You know them all, yeah, they stay blue
Take one look at his wallet
Now watch it turn that nigga face blue
These lil' niggas need to stop it
Tell that lil' boy he better stay in school
Got yo bitch in my DMs
His bitch begging me to come through
Finna blow, yeah, I finna break through
'Fore you take me, I'ma take you
Push his wig back like a new hairdo
Spend a whole check on a new pair of shoes
I'm fly as fuck like a damn parachute
Sipping lean, playing Crash Bandicoot
Only two seasons, no substitute
Nigga want smoke, he can get this shit absolute
Call up some crips to come after you
Ain't playing games, we gon' really come capture you
I don't live by the rules I don't constitute
Beef over clout, yeah, that was a desperate move
Shittin' on niggas, feel like I was destined to
Me and Summrs, only niggas I listen to
Free my uncle from the institute
Buggaworld shit, don't think I don't remember you
Most of these niggas, they pitiful
Needa find another route 'cause music is not for you
My bitch she looks like the huxtable
Man, yo bitch, she ain't even that fuckable

[Chorus]
I pour the lean right up in my soda (Yeah)
Designer jeans, this ain't Fashion Nova (Yeah, yeah)
She wanna fuck? Then, baby, come over
Can’t let these niggas fuck up my composure (No)
Snakes in the grass so I keep the mower (No)
She love my Ricks, yeah, she love my Owens
Pockets they fat, yeah, just like Samoans
That nigga broke, that's why I don't know him (Ha, no)
Copy my swag, yeah, that boy, he stole it (Stole it)
Can’t fuck with me, I done already told 'em
Can't fuck with me, I done already showed 'em
Talkin' that shit like I wouldn't notice (Ha)
Bitch, I'm the shit, you already know this (Ha)
I don't fuck with you, don’t send me no opens
I’m sippin' DJ Phat, off the opiates (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
I swear, these niggas my clones
Bad white bitch, she all in my phone
I do this shit, yeah, all on my own
I’m boutta' blow, yeah, this shit is prone
Smokin' your dead man, yeah, that's my cologne (Yeah)
I mix the Helmut Lang with the Vlone (Yeah)
She say "Lovin My Fashion!", that’s her favorite song (Yeah)
These niggas mad that I'm finna be on (Huh)
Just hit my phone, when you finna be home?
Girl, you know I ain't finna be long
Try me, yeah, that boy gon' be gone
He want free smoke, nigga, come on
Try me, be like, nigga, come on
2.23 gon' send that boy home

[Chorus]
I pour the lean right up in my soda (Yeah)
Designer jeans, this ain't Fashion Nova (Yeah, yeah)
She wanna fuck? Then, baby, come over
Can't let these niggas fuck up my composure (No)
Snakes in the grass so I keep the mower (No)
She love my Ricks, yeah, she love my Owens
Pockets they fat, yeah, just like Samoans
That nigga broke, that's why I don't know 'em (Ha, no)
Copy my swag, yeah, that boy, he stole it (Stole it)
Can't fuck with me, I done already told 'em
Can't fuck with me, I done already showed 'em
Talkin' that shit like I wouldn't notice (Ha)
Bitch, I'm the shit, you already know this (Ha)
I don't fuck with you, don't send me no opens

Autumn - Told You!/Composure! [Prod. Rob $urreal & Twinuzis]

RXTARR - https://soundcloud.com/rxtarr

Is it too good to be true?
Cuz we're too high to know
If thats the truth
You're living outside of the moment
That's why you don't notice the sight of the ocean
I'm singing about our emotions, skating and smoking, oh i love it
I hate this city, its so fucking shitty
But the nature's pretty, so run away with me

Ooohhhhhh
Ooohhhhhh

RXTARR - soulmates / addiction pt. 2

ALO'$ TERROR - https://soundcloud.com/alosterror
heyypradaa (gloxani) - https://soundcloud.com/user-584994338

ALO'$ TERROR - Prada me ft. heyypradaa (gloxani)

ALO'$ TERROR - Kodine

ALO’$ TERROR - Stuullo [prod. Clvr]

jerkshawty - https://soundcloud.com/seguyaviviana

jerkshawty - I GIVE YOU MY HEART

lil shine - https://soundcloud.com/ilovelilshine
lebxanon -  https://soundcloud.com/lebxanon

[prod.xangang, sauni2k & solxmn]

lil shine - 2 da maxx/see u in h3ll ft. lebxanon

JerkShawty - https://soundcloud.com/jerkshawty
Punk Christ - https://soundcloud.com/christshawty

JerkShawty & Punk Christ - Last Time

ninexteen - https://soundcloud.com/ninexteen
NOXAZAMIA - https://soundcloud.com/lovenoxa
raiin - https://soundcloud.com/prodraiin

[Lyrics]

[Part I - *no*]

[Intro: ninexteen]
I can't take my soul away, aye
Hold my hand until the butterflies go away, go

[Chorus: ninexteen]
No, no, no, no
Don't start that shit right now
Might drown, my mind
She wanna do drugs in my house
No, no
Tell me what, tell me what
No, no
Tell me what, tell me what
No, no
Tell me what
No, no
Tell me what

[Verse 1: ninexteen]
Don't start that shit right now
I drown, my mind
She wanna do drugs, my house
No, no, no, no
Not yet, she on percocet
10 xans, they ain't take me yet
4 hoes, they ain't take me yet
Right here, I'm right here
My hoes, they ran thru
Don't think [?] again
My head, my head
Please give me my life back

[Chorus: ninexteen]
No, no, no, no
Don't start that shit right now
Might drown, my mind
She wanna do drugs in my house
No, no
Tell me what, tell me what
No, no
Tell me what, tell me what
No, no
Tell me what
No, no
Tell me what

[Verse 2: NOXAZAMIA]
No, no
She take a line when she see my photos
She off the 'caine i said that's a no go
Mixin' the Henne' with pure coco, like a dojo
She gettin' killed when she off the snow, oh
Off of the xanny it got a slow mo
She ride [?] when she gotta slow down like right now
It's gon' break you, gotta feelin' it's gon' take you, oh
I don't hate you, I hate what you doin', you choose to, oh

[Chorus: ninexteen]
No, no, no, no
Don't start that shit right now
Might drown, my mind
She wanna do drugs in my house
No, no
Tell me what, tell me what
No, no
Tell me what, tell me what
No, no
Tell me what
No, no
Tell me what

[Outro: ninexteen]
I can't take my soul away, yeah
Hold my hand until the feelings go away, go





[Part II - AFTERPARTY]

[Verse]
Lights went off
Baby, tell me where do I go
"Where am I?" Baby I don't know
Drugs on the floor
Did I do coke?
Feel the room spinning
Lights cyclone
I don't know, I don't know
Where we at? I don't know, I don't know
If you don't know, don't tell me wrong

[Hook]
Do you know where we at?
Do you know where we at?
Do you know where we at?
No, no
No, no, no, no, no
Do you know where we at?
Do you know where we at?
Do you know where we at?
Do you know where we at?
No, no
No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No
Where we at?
Where are we?
Where we at?
Where we at?

[Outro]
Dang, we got too lit
Like this
Where's my... where's my
My dad?

ninexteen - *no*/AFTERPARTY ft. NOXAZAMIA [Prod. raiin] [Mashup]

ninexteen - https://soundcloud.com/ninexteen
NOXAZAMIA - https://soundcloud.com/lovenoxa
raiin - https://soundcloud.com/prodraiin

[Lyrics]

[Intro: ninexteen]
I can't take my soul away, aye
Hold my hand until the butterflies go away, go

[Chorus: ninexteen]
No, no, no, no
Don't start that shit right now
Might drown, my mind
She wanna do drugs in my house
No, no
Tell me what, tell me what
No, no
Tell me what, tell me what
No, no
Tell me what
No, no
Tell me what

[Verse 1: ninexteen]
Don't start that shit right now
I drown, my mind
She wanna do drugs, my house
No, no, no, no
Not yet, she on percocet
10 xans, they ain't take me yet
4 hoes, they ain't take me yet
Right here, I'm right here
My hoes, they ran thru
Don't think [?] again
My head, my head
Please give me my life back

[Chorus: ninexteen]
No, no, no, no
Don't start that shit right now
Might drown, my mind
She wanna do drugs in my house
No, no
Tell me what, tell me what
No, no
Tell me what, tell me what
No, no
Tell me what
No, no
Tell me what

[Verse 2: NOXAZAMIA]
No, no
She take a line when she see my photos
She off the 'caine i said that's a no go
Mixin' the Henne' with pure coco, like a dojo
She gettin' killed when she off the snow, oh
Off of the xanny it got a slow mo
She ride [?] when she gotta slow down like right now
It's gon' break you, gotta feelin' it's gon' take you, oh
I don't hate you, I hate what you doin', you choose to, oh

[Chorus: ninexteen]
No, no, no, no
Don't start that shit right now
Might drown, my mind
She wanna do drugs in my house
No, no
Tell me what, tell me what
No, no
Tell me what, tell me what
No, no
Tell me what
No, no
Tell me what

[Outro: ninexteen]
I can't take my soul away, yeah
Hold my hand until the feelings go away, go

ninexteen - *no* ft. NOXAZAMIA [Prod. raiin]

h3llmetal - https://soundcloud.com/h3llmetal
landonvvs - https://soundcloud.com/landonvvs
hi-c - https://soundcloud.com/ca-hed-cobraz
xaviersobased - https://soundcloud.com/xaviersobased

h3llmetal - mine (hi-c & xaviersobased remix) [prod. landonvvs]

squillo - https://soundcloud.com/squillooo-management
WildKardUno - https://soundcloud.com/wildkarduno
boolymon - https://soundcloud.com/boolymon

Lyrics:

[Intro: wildkarduno]
Yeah, you know what the fuck going on, nigga

[Verse 1: wildkarduno]
Bread on my head, come get the pay
Them shooters pop out, they find where you stay
Might do the Glock but I still tote the K
If that nigga cap, he get lowercased
And shout out the judge, she closed the case
That nigga got cracked like a vase
(Brr) Yeah, we know that niggas ain't on shit
You know I'm a king, on my throne shit
I just got a Glock, two tone shit
Chasing the money, just leave me alone, shit
I'm on that making plays on my phone shit
Call Smoke, he pop out with a MAC
You is not gang, boy, you need to relax (Get back)
(Brr) And them fifty rounds gon' make him run track
How you say you trappin? You ain't seen a rack
You ain't been in the field 'til you see a rat
Cap rap, nigga, I don't condone it
Any gun that you have, man, I owned it
We was gon' slide on your block, we postponed it
Serving them birds, nigga, in the morning
Niggas be under my posts, they be droning
I bet that shit don't phase me
You had a Glock, nigga, why you tase me?
Street nigga turned rat, you amaze me
Not grinding, nigga, you is so lazy
In the trap cookin' dope, it get hazy
Sending you shots, you gon' duck, daisy
Nigga said he gon' rob me, crazy (Niggas crazy)

[Verse 2: squillo]
Grab the Glock, yeah, I load up
I crack me seal, yeah, I pour up
Said he got bread on my head, I'm like, "So what?"
And everywhere I go, yeah, I keep a pole tucked
I got the goose, nigga, in my cup
I spot me a opp, then he really duck
We lay the nigga down, we don't give a fuck
These niggas be pussies, typers, actors
Fuck with the clones, yeah, them niggas hackers
I'm up in that field, nigga, like the Packers
Can't fuck with your gang 'cause you niggas lackers
I was always going up, now I'm going faster
Just shot your brother, he gon' need a pastor
I'm fuckin' your bitch and she really flattered
Top three in plugg shit, I'm a master
Bread on my head, I keep a K
Them shooters pop out and find where you lay
Finna shoot up the spot right where you stay
That nigga a bitch, won't run my fade
Finna cut up your brother, nigga, with a blade
Finna bomb your block, nigga, with a 'nade
And I pour me a four in the Minute Maid
Your bitch in the back and she gettin' laid (Fah, fah)

squillo & WildKardUno - Bread On My Head 2 [Prod. boolymon]

Duwap Kaine - https://soundcloud.com/tafkaine
iayze (Jace!) - https://soundcloud.com/iayzeofficial
SiyahXO! - https://soundcloud.com/siyahxo-on-mvrs
Nine9 - https://soundcloud.com/officialnine9

Duwap Kaine + iayze (Jace!) + SiyahXO! - Tweak/Shot! [Prod. Nine9]

iLOSTMARI - https://soundcloud.com/ilostmari
EKKSTACY - https://soundcloud.com/ekkstacy

Lyrics:

[iLOSTMARI]
I can't believe in love
It's not worth the pain I feel
But I think I've had enough
Cause what I feel for you is real
Oh, oh, oh ouh
When I'm not around you
Life feels fake
But when you're near
It can't seem to disappear
Ohhhh

[EKKSTACY]
In my head
I see a sign
It's so sad
Please don't forget
Ill be fine
In my head it's like a fight
I can't win
You told me I was good
You lied
You lied

[iLOSTMARI]
Cause what I feel for you is real
Oh, oh, oh ouh
When I'm not around you
Life feels fake
But when you're near
It can't seem to disappear

iLOSTMARI - ashes ft. EKKSTACY

WhyCeg - https://soundcloud.com/whyceg
HariRoc - https://soundcloud.com/hariroc

Lyrics:

[Intro]
Ahhhhh, nigga, pussy yeah
You know what the fuck goin' nigga
Birdie boy in this bitch, pussy
Yeah I'm poppin' and shit
You know what the fuck goin'
(Rock this shit the fuck out Harry)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Hop out, walk down, I got two Glocks on me creep up
Oh, he come out the back then we gunnin' him down
We keep sendin' em a round we done made him asleep
Yeah, all of that shit talkin' got him chalked out
Get on his ass run him down need a breather
Pussy boy dead as hell, can't talk now
[?] with Lil Birdie keep shootin' the reason
Double D switch on my hip when I walk 'round
[?] got 2 Glocks like I'm bangin for Peter
Birdie outside don't get caught on the wrong side
Went to school, wanna kiss on my teacher

Had to be there to see it, walked down and gave that boy so many face shots you wouldn't believe it
Yeah I got them young niggas turned up to kill sumn', sunday school yeah we gon' spin on the preacher
Fuck it we turn up, opp nigga play in the club and I bet his ass will get burned up
Saucin' the opps I be workin' my mood
The hoe dropped the dot, so he will get wet up
[?] I'm a fool with the tool
Foot on the pussy boy neck I won't let up
Wah Gwan be a rude dude
You gon' make me pop out the cut wit' berettas
Perky boy know I'm turned up off a 10
Young nigga posted on the block with them sticks out
Birdie boy on that fuck shit once again
Late night I'm in the box tryn' spin sum'
How many bodies you up, like 10
Stranded, know the fuck boy ain't get nun'
Two cars deep, bust the opps in
Homicide, know I hop out tryna switch sum'
Pl-plugged up, now I'm locked in
[?] back out, so my young nigga zip sum'
Worker boy, better go and clock in
[?] the Glock only time that I lift sum'
How you gon' do it? Pussy boy I'm 'bout that murder for real, they know I'm spinnin
Right now they pursuing, I caught an opp on feet, when I upped this bitch he got to dippin'
Hollow tip in my glocky, pussy we up on the score, why you bucking you must ain't get it
Fishbowl solid, walk that boy down put my mask on, they wanting to know who did it


[Chorus]
Yeah, hop out, walk down, I got two Glocks on me creep up
Oh, he come out the back then we gunnin' him down
We keep sendin' em a round we done made him asleep
Yeah, all of that shit talkin' got him chalked out
Get on his ass run him down need a breather
Pussy boy dead as hell, can't talk now
[?] with Lil Birdie keep shootin' the reason
Double D switch on my hip when I walk 'round
[?] got 2 Glocks like I'm bangin for Peter
Birdie outside don't get caught on the wrong side
Went to school, wanna kiss on my teacher

Lil Birdie - Wah Gwann (Bass Boosted) [Prod. WhyCeg & HariRoc]

osamason - https://soundcloud.com/osamason
boolymon - https://soundcloud.com/boolymon
Marrgielaa - https://soundcloud.com/gielaa

Lyrics:

I'll never take no plea, yeah
Push up on yo' block and I got that stick on me
I-I'll give you a chance to run, uh, finna count to three
Stupid—Stupid ho, I got the beam
And I'm loaded off a bean
I'm like, "Ho, what you mean?"
Wh-Whack a opp in his dreams
I'm wit' booly in VA
Tryna make a opp bleed
Pour it in my pop, please
Ba-Ba-Bad ho on her fuckin' knees
Thirty clip like limousine
Osama squad wipe yo' team
I got five racks in that bi'h, so try to lick
I-I'm gon' shoot you in yo' shit
B-Blow my phone, get off my shit (Brrr)
Smokin' dope out a zip
Y-You a ho, flip the switch
Watch how quick I up on him
Wa-Watch how I just fuck yo' bitch
Ye-Yeah, I got straps, stupid
You can get whacked, stupid
They like, "Twin, how you do it?"
T-They know I get hundred blue strips
Knock yo' dreads off yo' wig
Draco, that bi'h goin' stupid
Seein' red in that bi'h
U-Use your head before you lose it (Yeah)

I'll never take no plea, yeah
Push up on yo' block and I got that stick on me
I-I'll give you a chance to run, uh, finna count to three
Stupid—Stupid ho, I got the beam
And I'm loaded off a bean
I'm like, "Ho, what you mean?"
Wh-Whack a opp in his dreams
I'm wit' booly in VA
Tryna make a opp bleed
Pour it in my pop, please
Ba-Ba-Bad ho on her fuckin' knees
Thirty clip like limousine
Osama squad wipe yo' team
I got five racks in that bi'h, so try to lick
I-I'm gon' shoot you in yo' shit
B-Blow my phone, get off my shit (Brrr)
Smokin' dope out a zip
Y-You a ho, flip the switch
Watch how quick I up on him
Wa-Watch how I just fuck yo' bitch
Ye-Yeah, I got straps, stupid
You can get whacked, stupid
They like, "Twin, how you do it?"
T-They know I get hundred blue strips
Knock yo' dreads off yo' wig
Draco, that bi'h goin' stupid
Seein' red in that bi'h
U-Use your head before you lose it (Yeah)

Yeah
I been hittin' blocks up, bet the opps don't know I did it
Oh, so you say that's yo' ho? Damn, yeah, you know I hit it
I-I been pourin' up all day, you know that I can't quit it, uh
Ye-Yeah, I finesse silly hoes then I came back and jugged my Rolls
So boy, you better stay ten toes (Yeah)
Had to do this shit up on my own
Sittin' on this pack, thinkin' 'bout like, "Where the plug go?"
Y-You know that I ran off, try to hit his phone like, "Fuck no"

I-I just count them bucks up
I'm with Booly, I'm with Giela (Plugg!)
We got hella bucks up
T-Tell slime, come knock off yo' feather
I'm not hangin' with good fellas
Bitch, I'm with some fuckin' felons
Only green, don't see yellow
I'm a fiend for that pape', yeah
Go, I know they hate, yeah
Go, on my wave, yeah
Yeah, I paved the way
N-N-Now I'm feelin' hate, yeah
I'm gon' feel the hate, yeah, uh
It's too late, yeah, you done let in the snakes, slime, go

Yeah, I push yo' shit back, hoppin' over fences on that trip
I done built a army (Plugg!)
With my troops, we finna get you killed
G-Got expensive habits, expensive hoes, d-drink expensive lean
I got stupid pounds, l-look around, get the drugs from me
Perc 10—Perc 10, I took three
So I'm really off that dirt
And the hoes—And the hoes wan' kick it with me (With me)
Can't taste my drink, it's dirty
Got racks—Got racks, count double E
'Xtended clip like limousine
Who—Who the fuck is this lame? No, you can't come in with me (Hell nah)

Yeah
I been hittin' blocks up, bet the opps don't know I did it
Oh, so you say that's yo' ho? Damn, yeah, you know I hit it
I-I been pourin' up all day, you know that I can't quit it, uh
Ye-Yeah, I finessed silly hoes then I came back and jugged my Rolls
So boy, you better stay ten toes (Yeah)
Had to do this shit up on my own
Sittin' on this pack, thinkin' 'bout like, "Where the plug go?"
Y-You know that I ran off, try to hit his phone like, "Fuck no"

OsamaSon - no plea/farm life [Prod. boolymon & Marrgielaa]

lil tracy - https://soundcloud.com/tracy1k
oogie mane - https://soundcloud.com/oogiemane

lyircs:

[chorus]
I want stacks, racks
I want a bitch that speak French with a fat ass
I want jewels, gems, I want a big chandelier in a mansion
I want stacks, racks
I want a bitch that speak French with a fat ass
I want jewels, gems, I want a big chandelier in a mansion

[Verse]
Walkin' with a stick, grandpa
No love for a bitch, I love my grandma
Yeah, I'm so geeked I spill my Fanta
Beef with Khan then I'm shootin' like a camera
I want money, hoes
Step on stage, camera flash, boy, I hit my pose
Rock star shit, mosh pit, I'ma stage dive
Rude boy, I'm a rude boy, I won't say hi
Yeah, Lil Tracy, Khan, boy, we stay high
Bitches starin' when we slide by
Dancing like I scored the winning touchdown
Yeah, that bitch that used to play me, she wanna hug now
I want money, hoes
I got Gucci and some Fendi in my wardrobe (Gucci, Fendi, Gucci)
Yeah, I want big racks
I want a bitch bad, hit her from the front and the back

[chorus]
I want stacks, racks
I want a bitch that speak French with a fat ass
I want jewels, gems, I want a big chandelier in a mansion
I want stacks, racks
I want a bitch that speak French with a fat ass
I want jewels, gems, I want a big chandelier in a mansion

the khan & lil tracy - vices *only lil tracy* [prod. oogie mane]

wildkarduno - https://soundcloud.com/wildkarduno
Lil Birdie - https://soundcloud.com/user-36820106-334443036
boolymon - https://soundcloud.com/boolymon

Lyrics:


[Chorus: wildkarduno]
Gang, on five
On gang
I feel Kyrie, I don’t fuck with “Jew” niggas
You, better not come to this block, nigga, wit’ no new niggas
Yah, you say you got stain, nigga, I’m like, “Who, nigga?!”
Yah, we slide in that stain, nigga, get at you, nigga!
Yah, and I’m big five but my hunnids’ blue, nigga!
Yah, you is not gang, nigga, not the crew, nigga!
Got that baby ass Glock, what you gon’ do? Pew, nigga?!
Yah, on gang


[Verse 1: wildkarduno]
Yah, yah, yah, on gang
Bitch, I got the hunnids' and .50s
Fuck nigga ain’t come to my city
We was in Houston, nigga, jus’ like Whitney
Sippin’ on lean, fuckin’ up my Kidney
And my bitch hold the “Uzi” but her name not “Brittney”
Yah, that nigga pussy, he a Kitty
That nigga tellin’ mouse like Mickey
And I told that bitch jus’ to lick me
I’m not a Florida nigga, you can’t “Jit” me
Shot ten bullets, they ain’t hit me
Bread on my head, you gotta get me
Yah, two Glocks on me, feelin’ like sestin’
You not gon’ slide, stop the internet testin’
You is a CAP nigga, who the fuck you pressin’?
We gon’ slide on yo’ block, bitch, you learn yo’ lesson!


[Verse 2: Lil Birdie]
Hop out, walk down, I got two Glocks on me creep up
Oh, he come out the back then we gunnin' him down
We keep sendin' em a round we done made him asleep
Yeah, all of that shit talkin' got him chalked out
Get on his ass run him down need a breather
Pussy boy dead as hell, can't talk now
[?] with Lil Birdie keep shootin' the reason
Double D switch on my hip when I walk 'round
[?] got 2 Glocks like I'm bangin for Peter
Birdie outside don't get caught on the wrong side
Went to school, wanna kiss on my teacher
Had to be there to see it, walked down and gave that boy so many face shots you wouldn't believe it
Yeah I got them young niggas turned up to kill sumn'
Sunday school yeah we gon' spin on the preacher
Fuck it we turn up, opp nigga play in the club and I bet his ass will get burned up
Saucin' the opps I be workin' my mood
The hoe dropped the dot, so he will get wet up
[?] I'm a fool with the tool
Foot on the pussy boy neck I won't let up
Wah Gwan be a rude dude
You gon' make me pop out the cut wit' berettas
Perky boy know I'm turned up off a 10
Young nigga posted on the block with them sticks out
Birdie boy on that fuck shit once again
Late night I'm in the box tryn' spin sum'
How many bodies you up, like 10
Stranded, know the fuck boy ain't get nun'
Two cars deep, bust the opps in
Homicide, know I hop out tryna switch sum'
Pl-plugged up, now I'm locked in
[?] back out, so my young nigga zip sum'
Worker boy, better go and clock in
[?] the Glock only time that I lift sum'
How you gon' do it? Pussy boy I'm 'bout that murder for real, they know I'm spinnin
Right now they pursuing, I caught an opp on feet, when I upped this bitch he got to dippin'
Hollow tip in my glocky, pussy we up on the score, why you bucking you must ain't get it
Fishbowl solid, walk that boy down put my mask on, they wanting to know who did it
Yeah, Hop out, walk down, I got two Glocks on me creep up
Oh, he come out the back then we gunnin' him down
We keep sendin' em a round we done made him asleep


[Chorus: wildkarduno]
Gang, on five
On gang
I feel Kyrie, I don’t fuck with “Jew” niggas
You, better not come to this block, nigga, wit’ no new niggas
Yah, you say you got stain, nigga, I’m like, “Who, nigga?!”
Yah, we slide in that stain, nigga, get at you, nigga!
Yah, and I’m big five but my hunnids’ blue, nigga!
Yah, you is not gang, nigga, not the crew, nigga!
Got that baby ass Glock, what you gon’ do? Pew, nigga?!
Yah, on gang

wildkarduno x Lil Birdie - Lesson/Wah Gwann [prod. boolymon]

squillo - https://soundcloud.com/squillooo-management
boolymon - https://soundcloud.com/boolymon

squillo - YOHAPPYNEWYEAR [Prod. boolymon]

It might be this molly to kill me
It might be this molly to kill me
Woah, woah, ayy ayy ayy
It might be this molly to kill me
Percocet, I'm noddin, it healin
Honestly I'm not really feelin
Honestly I'm not really feelin
I don't fuck with niggas cause they sidekicks
I don't love a bitch, she up for grabs still
Itchin off that perky, need an advil
She know that I'm lyin but the cash real
I tell that codeine "See what you done made me"
You rather me agree with you lil baby
You rather keep a secret to the grave, shit
You fuckin with a demon in the makin
It might take this molly to kill me
It might be this molly to kill me
Woah, woah, ayy ayy ayy

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