This song starts off with samples from people that are, or people i call my family during certain of my life where my head was definitely in the clouds. This song represents how i regret running away for so long, but it's all for a purpose and we all need you support to bang the gang. "Middle finger for them hater; pointy the pinky out for then lames" -iKicko #AstronautGang for life #AG4L

"i don't waste my afternoons figuring out what imma do without them MF's if they ain't reppin' like imma do" -iKicko

Special shout outs to Michael Bancroft Serenity Saycon and AstronautGang member LowDown

Produced by: Maxwell Productions of the AstronautGang

Throw It Up (Astronaut Mix) Prod. Maxwell Productions [Givin' No Fucks Remake]

Self explanatory.. free the southwest
19 23 x 1 7

Lyrics:


I make my best shit when im twisted
They say that im gifted
Write my hurtin in these verses smoke cherry blurry my vision
speak on everything i live
Through all the pain and my sickness
Exercise my viciousness through all these drugs and these bitches
Goldie said cant take the heat then stay yo dumb ass out the kitchen
Fuck around come dinner time 
end up yo punk ass missing
I been heavy smokin’ on papers fighting cases with pistols
I been bending my old block reminiscing my niggas
I been sending bread to my cousins 
locked down in the system
I been really out in the field so much my Cleats give me splinters
They dnt got no business hours, just week in these niggas
Off a molly puffco when she peaked with my niggas
That she means she sucked up the whole team  while you tweetin’ them pictures
Ima prolly end up smoked i don’t be beefin’ with niggas
We can go tit for tat, click click
This or that
Fuck the mentions
This aint for them booty niggas in between strattling fences
This for everybody going ‘gainst the grain cause they meant it
For them hard headed youngling in the streets straight demented
With no home and no way out of they dome with a weapon
Not like every OG tellin all these niggas about steppin ‘fore you ever even teach the consequences of these trenches
If its on then its on then 
we bleedin’ you my bredren
Anybody disrespect we steppin on it to the necklace
32 defensive shots this a fucking murder weapon
I’ll do life before i see a grave site before my elder
Shit get scary uptown with these sticks helter skelter
Perpetratin’ at the circle get a square nigga melted
love my nigga Tino, my family 
A lot to much to mention
I cant do this for myself cause gang members aren’t selfish
Pull up stunting like you stoned, get yo car door pelted
67th and iS 
S dub; its 2 letters
Long as grandma got the house on 59th then it’s whatever
Long as audrey keep her house right by the circle even better
I hope i see it through this case, i hope they read my reference letters
Pray to God i get some mercy one more time and ill get better
For my girl and dad and mama and my cousins and my brothers
Hope they all know i love em, and my woman that i trust her
Still on papers with this pistol run up then if ima buster
Niggas talk bout this or that but never slide on mfs
Im still outside with my banger tucked on me if it get danger danger

I dont give uh
Fuck never been a punk
If they want it
Tell em better bring the guns
Quick to pack the clip up to the tip hoppin in pickups
Sidin’ with the homies murder, money, or a mission

4-0 on me
Dont run up like we homies
Slidin’ by myself if it’s issues fuck a co-de
Fuck the clique they throwin’ up
-Never been no hoe in us
Knocked off all the opps now all my oppositions cliquin up

All my niggas
Throw they shit up
All my bitches
Throw they nigga clique up
They dont gotta ask we let em know and got it hit up
Southwest murder mobbin’ az ave with all my hittas

At Night (Prod. by TinoUBrazy) really rough edit

Freestyle over the homie shit

Lyrics: (Kicko)

My nigga fuck opps
And any bitch if she punk rock
Im either in the dub a lot or fw tha dubs a lot
Southwest bangin’ from the vale to uptown
To the bloody 40s i get love when i come around
Face shot got his eye popped out they needed the dentals
Face shot when i pop out on her block i need mental
only speak on shit i feel im reading brail on instrumentals bout my life and how im living while yo bitch giving me temple
I should say some names, 
But I’m into poppin to give niggas fame
fuckin on yo skud she keep fuckin up yo name
It aint skill, it aint game, it aint hate, or the g code its up there and it’s stuck there cause u flipped from b to c mode
Hella guns and butter 
Life look like a GTA cheat code 
and im out on bail SAV is free 
I dropped them B notes
They lucky my case open i cant say i got a pole
Just cause im rapping on probation doesn’t mean you wont get gone
Pulling cameras out, tryna snap a flick in front yo home
And im hoppin out to focus on his face, strike a pose with em
Hoe nigga
Talking like he set, 
we dk niggas
Question mark gang ass flunky if you roll w em
School of hard knocks gang ties i enrolled with em
Pillow talk to bitches that aint crippin you the wrong nigga
Pressing buttons cuz like tyrese and you gone give em
holes in his lip like he sang the thong song w em
Tryna find some cheechees smoking on tommy chong nigga
Unless im wit yo bm i aint even with a hoe,
Ima show niggas
This that 20 twice 
add a one 
pistol generation 4 with a
33 round not a stock 
thats a pole
Get em served and out the door
Like he ordered it to go
treating friends like ion niggas
And bitches like hoes
Im treating fresh like its mold
And treating new like its old
Cash is evil, pay me witch craft and drown me in gold
Surround me in cars, bad bitches, buddha and clothes
Guns and plenty ammunition for the homies at home
And pouring gallons out for everybody literally gone
ima keep kickin my shit until i break an ankle bone



Lah lah lah
If its homicide
We gon pop outside
all yall niggas, die

Troublesome 20x2+1 feat. HBK BIG J.I. (Prod. by BallerOnDaBeat) (rough)

Lyrics

Kicko

Lately i been hella honest she dnt fw it
Lately i been on the road and she aint fuckin wit it
You can stay or you can go baby thats yo decision 
I need your trust ive kept your heart in tact through all the distance
So many women want yo spot, say they kill someone to get it
Prolly hold me hostage almost kill me at the wedding
I’m just lookin’ for my oprah fuck if iima be a steadman
Cause im searchin’ for my queen whos focused solely on progression 
a freaky geek glasses with the lace and the extensions and a body gotta demon wishin’ i could go to heaven
Im like bitch
Let me know some 
I just want to hold sum
Said she wanted jimmy johns and dick so now we cold cuttin’
Gave my boy my nina, i upgraded to the foh-nuthin’
Clutchin’ get you shot in here to find out you aint holdin’ nothin’
Please 
stop 
bluff
Ing
im say
Ing
I want it
Pussy in my face or patty melts with an opponent
the top shelf its stuck there who want it?
Tell em come and get all the ladders round me broken
put em all in pistols for them niggas actin’ nosy
I aint playin im just saying I’m knowing yo ass want me

Lately Feat. Fortune Saycon & AP (rough edit)

Lyrics

Used to be scared of dead bodies
But im traumatized
Niggas playin’ wit they nose too much to ever slide
If we beefin if we see you aint no never mind
They talkin’ like they know whats goin on inside my mind
But im like fuck it 
thats my mans and them
Im they Spanish friend
Draped up with the finest in the front like a mannequin 
Bottom half of the last quarter desperate times
Got me baby choppered up and posted up with this 9
On papers thuggin’ fuck the repercussions ima get mines
Play my position hope and wish im keepin god on my side
Still im like fuck it In this life of crime
Tony got a dime
How come when he got shot aint nobody slide
Braggin’ cause he gotta vest but never seen the wire
Thigh shot then run up head shot and tye die his attire
Ask yo homie how his head look like im mike with the fire
Cut throat, screamin’ no kuttz bleedin so you admire
All this hustle i done put in and i still aint tired
Im just sick of bitches lyin’ to me
Im just through with competitions with my niggas and we beefin’ over shit they wanna do or who im trying to be
I had to be that mf niggas try to everyday of they life and cant be
Thinking bout my cousins bruce and still trying to sleep!
Fuck out my face
I dare you try and be me


How come you make me be this person to you?
Is it worth it to you?
Question my love 
now hows that working for you
Ran out of ammo
i been hurting me to hurt you too
Text argumentative but in the same room
Replying back and forth the tensions seems to spike as messages accrue
How come people have to die to be soothed?
Why not admire the truth?
Dont make me be what you dont want me to be damaging you
Try that again the last time was a fluke



Hustle i got Everything on my own!
For you id give up everything in my home
I just wanna show everything you dont know
As long as im with you i dnt mind going home
Had to hustle to know everything that i know
For you id give up everything that i own
I wanna show you everything you dont know
If you goin meet me there then i dont mind going home



I just hate fallin’ in love sometimes id die today
4 way stop, i got their first i got the right of way 
assuming that these niggas fwm can b night and day
Clutching on my friends, who needs foes wit Yall all in my face
I been dimed out, spit on, shit on, cheated on, talked about by the same niggas that i put on
same house they got the work, the same stove i put the work on
Self inflicting my wounds still something i need to work on
Niggas feel’ different when yo money and the work is gone
What happened to the love, it ain’t convenient to the job
Sick and tired of bitches in the club who is you twerkin on?!
Not talkin’ bout that local when i bust i put the murkem on
Leave em holy 
shots so big you see the church is gone
Drop a dime ball in the tithing im tryna bless a God
4 nickel walk up its hard to tell you whats left of God
Face and neck shots got him fallin’ that soul is lifitin’ off
Outa here 
candles on the ground
Now How’s it look to God
Embalming fluid, tuxedo, make up, but he aint at the prom
Burying her first born baby, and she cant see him off
They had to close the casket cause the holes in his jaw

Want2Know Feat. AP (Prod. by Maxwell Kadzashie) rough edit

When they smokin’ them trays and the soot ends up on they face its called war paint. Shit we see n the trenches

War Paint - T1no, TreMino, sw.Ki (Prod. BallerOnDaBeat)

Featuring Young Tyrant of the AstronautGang Entertainment crew. Just some fun on this beat. Punk bitch.

Panoramic (Astronaut Mix) Feat. Young Tyrant

All she wanna do is fwm.

Valentine's day eve, was too drunk the day before. Happy Lovin'

FWM Prod. By BallerOnDaBeat (Rough)

Do or Die... (F*** Waiting) Prod. By BallerMusic

Just Sayin'

JUST SAYIN (ROUGH).2

Lyrics

1519

"My whole lifes a fkn movie aint no way this bitch is ending
I could give a fuck about a case if its pending
I could give a fuck about them papers this my weapon
Tell my po lock me up because im steppin
Sleep on me, bed head the block leave a messy due
Pullin’ off throwin’ up the twn like its texas U
Mama taught me best beats or tecs that’s what ima do
Ready for a test plenty paper, led pencils, thats wood on the chop bet i pass i got healthy stool
Every single beat and opposition i been shittin’ whoop gang if i ain’t niggas lying through a snitches tooth
I had to break out of my shell, say it with my chest
A lot of niggas called me brother outta disrespect
mfs quick to say they love you but they never step
Owe you money and then flash it but wont pay they debt
Cheat on they wife with my ex but we best friends 
Or nigas claimin’ that they crippin’ never seen the set
i had you sleepin on my couch without paying rent
Shot at niggas just for you to claim but never bang the tec
‘Fore i did my thing on palomino you ain’t seen this shit
Youngins hoppin out with pistols loaded like “who need it bitch”
In my spot 20 deep, splittin pills, and licks
Niggas tellin me to chill nigga chill this dick
And tell yo mom you aint a son of, but she raised a bitch
Ima always chase the bread you niggas chase a bitch
Plus you never spank shit, boy spank ya kids
I hope it burns you to your core when you play this shit
40 on me keep it loaded i don’t play with kids
Im teaching neph different; vocals not gun clips
He Tellin me that he just miss his daddy thats my cousin
If i never felt a thing i feel the pain of this youngin’
i miss him like he do cause Tony was like my bigger brother

Ima have to blow heat 
My co de’s a known rat
Walk up wit an L
Tilt the bitch and let em hold that
Itchin for a dome, i got lice this a mini mac
Gleeky with the switch, grip, stick and rifle kit attached
Who tf you kiddin’
If we get it you wont get it back
Niggas think they tough but wont box type of shit is that?
Quick to up the score but the police always get a pass
Im so sick and tired of this new age mf rats
rather be broke than a snitch ‘type of shit is that
fentanyl freeway, the i-10 this shit worse than crack
papers with a pistol switching phones im still movin’ pack
menace with the cane, o’s of dog food and blue pack"

Bed Head Freestyle

Bed Head (Feat. J.I.DAShii)

Lyrics: By Marcus “sw.Ki” Tompkins. 
Y they said they wanna pop me doe
But aint killin shit
30s on a trey only way these niggas pillin shit
Heard somebody said they finna get me better gotcha bitch 
This 40 reach and touch somebody easy i aint feelin’ shit
lawyer got me 2.5 for a grip of shit
Feelin’ like the mob its just me and all my niggas to zbitch it’s been my only option out here doin shit proper
I just cannot fw many im still duckin from the coppers im on papers with a bopper
Thru McDowell with a switch 
Or on mill with a baby chopper
We got drums in the back and im everything but a rocker
she aint strippin than she hoein or punchin’ shit like a boxer
Sick and vicious been the syndicate before performing concerts
Makaveli in my blood ima always bomb first
we want bitches, weed, crypto, liquor and hella condoms, glocks, chops, cars clothes and vvs diamonds
LLCS if not then whats the mf problem? I got killers through the valley lookin for you if i call em
I might have to do this bid and come right back out here to ballin’ wit no problem 
I got plenty life to live for me there aint too many options
Turning blocks to elm street
Fuck freddy im jimmy wopo


Its so funny how these niggas wanna switch when they need me
Guarantee it gets to bustin’ line steadily ringing 
Niggas scared to take it there but we get derty like chingy
I aint kill him with this smith so i aint switched til i beam him

Believe me, believe me
Believe me
When we see him its greasy
Its been up, we goin see
Oh believe me

We goin see what he was talkin’ bout
We outside nigga all around
Barking dawgs we aint backin down
I can see he acting wild
All friendlier in the captions now 
Saywhat you said when you was actin out

BELIEVE ME

Believe Me..

Lite drop, distribution. Told you, again.

Treasure (Prod. By BallerMusic)

Long Live Lane Riley Garside, and Dalton Leland Autrey.. Gone but never forgotten..

Sharks

Sharks (Prod. By 2.Step and CRISSCROSSMGMNT)

Don't Entertain

Written by: Marcus Tompkins
Lyrics:

Seen you on the gram it kinda fucked me up
Im just hoping when you smilin’ you dont fake the funk
I remember what you said about our baby once
Im kinda salty, 
I definitely see bro’s in love, 
Im just acting like an ass but you deserve the warmth
Still remember what i said but wont repeat it once.
I was reckless, never trusted if you fucked with me
Solo in this chevy with the voices plenty
Reminiscent of the days when you was fuckin with me
Missin’ nights you’d hit my line, “i need you, come and get me”
Rated X on the text, your mom aint fucking me

Im sorry if i ever made you felt less
I Wouldn’t change, you just cared so it made you stress
Doin’ wrong until im with you and we havin’ sex
…Still wrong because im gone again
If you feel it /if you felt it /hope you good for life
I survived, i still love you 
im still getting mines/Never trust a bitch, and keep a clip, someday ill slow the ride/I dont think ill ever..
find a girl that is only mine
RX for my pain find my heart in a xan and a pint
But you can always call my line no matter what

Chorus:

I just dont know how to tell you when we talk i need you a round
I can’t see who’s there for me its cold except when your reaching out
I may not say much inside my head, right then im screaming so loud
I been high so long so hurt afraid of all the pain on the ground
Selfish can i ask you be my strength when i show weakness im down
Ive been left alone so long the rain’s the only comfort around
I been tryna heal but i cant find my heart its lost in the ground
I cant stand to see you find yourself cause as im lost you were found

I cant look you in your eyes
I know im doing wrong
Know you been waiting
know what time it is
its getting long
..But My love for you is growing cause your hanging on
if you bounce i understand you’ll always be my dawg
Admiring your strength in shouldering my flaws
But if it counts for shit i hope you know you got my heart and healed even if in part 
Shined a light in all my dark
Every time i cried, you wiped my eyes and put the pieces back together as they fell apart
You know im a shooter, cause of you i started hitting’ stars
Plenty times i played you in your face, for us hit restart
Confused if love me or you really lost..
I wanna buy you what you want, she said how much you cost? 
Fuck the titles, someone wife you ill still be involved
..Still wrestle with my pride
Ill ride for you forever 
No matter what i know wassup
 i wanna be better/Losing poruca made me write my grandma those letters
I cry at night in regret!
I wanted to be father
I never thought that time would make me want a son or a daughter
i miss lane, Dalton, gaby, uncle keith; all’em
I smile a lot 
dont wanna be defined by my problems 
if i die before i execute my plan i never faked it at all, i did it all for my dawg

THE G R O U N D

THE G R O U N D (Prod. By: SSTOKESS)

Lyrics:

stuck in my ways i just cant fight the feelin’
Thinking bout you all night until im forced to get up
Splittin’ my meds makin’ my bed just wishing i could hit em
Gaby yo brother comin’ home lm hoping you still with him
Know we aint perfect but we worth it, we jus want you with us
Pray you and Lane are sharin’ places in a spot in heaven
My joint ignites, i grab my pipe, i kiss my momma nigga
I hug my pops tuckin the glock givin’ game to my sister
Textin’ my siblings like i love em so i know they feel it
We share a pops, but i am not what he was never giving
Im here with everything i got because i lost some killers 
close to my heart and ill be damned you feel the shit im feelin’ 
always gone but never missin’
Hit up with this blicka like it miss you, blowin’ kisses nigga

I hear you say you miss me 
and i know im always gone
Just know i miss you too if you forget then play this song
For you i want the best, the bad never last long
Still tryna figure out where im goin’ i could be wrong
And I dont stay away because of you or something wrong
Im just tryna show you right you can do whatever you want
You can be whatever i love you with all my heart
I know this life is hard, but I’ll be with you ‘til im gone. And even after..

Niggas out here clueless
Like they really do shit
You must be so gangsta you see me and keep it movin’
The fact these niggas text what they gon do is where the proof is
Transcribin’ for the cops 
or you really scared of shootings
Go ‘head and act a nuisance where its hyphy i get stupid
Flip a house home improvement
Hammer top but i aint roofing, pause
You kill me and they catch you theyll shoot until you stop moving dawg
I got a lot depending on my life to tell this story
On my sisters and my brother, on my niggas and they mother know me
family through blood spilled, shared a different story
Dont hop up in this car scared, you cannot be my homie
Resurrecting ghost like a poltergeist, its sorcery
Roman candles for the firework, im where the snorters be
Hendrix with this axe but i dont play so act accordingly
All my smoke, gas to yo spice, aint that potpourri?
Niggas must got meth inside that vape if they want smoke with me you know wassup

RIP LANE RILEY GARSIDE AND DALTON LELAND AUTREY

Hella Pain |PRODBYKROLL|

Lyrics:

sw.Ki: 

Cant seem to give it up
Its not coincidental..
Every time you test
Flow water with heavy metals
Sockin’ lames in they mental
Rocking out w the kinfolks
Prerogative is get dough 
Beatin shit like im diplo
Often bleed the section, or poppin up in yo ghetto
Dont pop it, or get popped
Stay poppin on instrumentals
Stop acting like its a problem
If you start it
Ima pull up jason martin
(Like whaat?)
Yall dont hear me doe
People know we rap and get physical 
Hand to hand a bitch like bad grams its just give and go
Fucking where i been, better witness where im finna go
Me and kiem 8 and 23
Like 184
Southwest, to the 43s
Tell em free the Bros
Put the snitches back in gen pop because they cracked the code
Anywhere you get in for the homies gotta crack the door
Screamin’ fuck 12 i give a fuck because them crackers dont
Grew up passin’ licks, only suckers never passin hoes

Hook:

Ima show em how to MOVE
Bounce out, onna slide
Heard them in they songs but we dont see ‘em outside
Im confused? Where the fuck? What it do?
Tell ‘em kids go in the house, the streets was made for you to lose
You dont shoot, play safe or make the news
Hog tie a snitch, bacon strip a nigga switchin’ sides
Gettin to it every time
Steppin’ ima let it fly
Pull up with the hose, 
slip and slide, through your livin’ room

Bridge:

Fuck lames
Get paid
Like it aint no other way
I wont blame another nigga if im dyin’ like a lame
Fuck hoes get paid, keep grindin’ every day
Pray to God and keep a pistol if its grimy where you stay

Bitch we really slap niggas,
Fuck rap, i could give a fuck
Every song im on im finna tell em 19-dub
K/56 ill pop this ten or you gon give it up
Sit and catch you slippin coming out, ima be coming up
Smack you ‘front’yo baby momma strip him to his dun dun duns
dolo but my young’n wit me rockin’ like we run a club

43Kiem..

U DONT SHOOT |PRODBYKROLL|

Lyrics:

Oh you must got me fucked up
If i miss you lucked up
Always hit my target
Barely scuffin’ my runners up
.. the one no runner up
fuck the snooze button
Always on time.. when are you coming?
Spit game but i don’t sing, i dont david ruff
want it she gon tell me something 
A bitch cant tell me nothin’ i been gettin to it by myself
Ever since a youngin
Same story different page im under new assumption 
Tryna spend my money wise, 
not fuckin’ with nothin’
Or anybody but my niggas in a small circumference
Anybody that i hurt prolly had it comin’
Im not textin’ bitches back unless we only cumin’
Im not givin fucks either
Unless you buyin’ something 
Gotta keep it poppin for the days i had to ride with nothing
Ima keep a glock before they pop me in this desert jungle
If them niggas speakin’ on my name i can bet they mumble
How can i can back to where i was when i barely trust you?
Bitch i keep the slap, like i smacked and aint move a muscle

Unless i pop out
Show niggas, the Dots out
Keep a dj unk, for the funk for the walk out
who they talk bout
They aint talkin loud
Especially my presence up a weapon if you talk down
Niggas like to type a lot, i dont really talk now
I dont front the sissy shit
Money or its “not now”
Im tryna bring the block out
And rock this motherfucker
All them times makin’ rhymes i was cryin’ steady bustin’
Bout my niggas and these bitches how i dont think i can trust em
Pray he keep me from the wicked, showed me circle full of busters
Had to learn, took that shot and it burned but made wonders
Any altercation with the alterations of your stomach
If you live you gon prolly have to shit out of yo tummy
Letcho bitch rock the mic, one take
Before i punch it
Steady on some dumb shit
glock hyphy, im dumbin’
Pull up while you crip walkin’ nigga now you krumpin’
Bitch i pay money for my punches,
We ain’t punchin shit
With a bunch of niggas screamin’ fuck who you been runnin’ with
we snatching everything, it comes to mine you gotta come and get
Blunts, shell catchers, and cream is how im comin’

LUCK’d UP (FEAT. 43Kiem) |PRODBYKROLL|

'We in here, i'm supposed to be the franchised player and we talkin' about practice man.'

Feat. Young Tyrant for you to enjoy!!

(Full - Reposted)

Classic Remake (Feat. Young Tyrant)

Double dipping.updated snippet

WIGGLE snippet (Feat.43Kiem)

Lyrics: 

Marcus “sw.Ki (KICKOTHESAV)” Tompkins

Lately i been feelin’ like a mf
Mf
Bitch this aint the county jail so i wont tussle but i muscle
1990s baby mainey
That tar vapor disgusting
Had a lot of friends but i met em all for nothing
In case niggas forgot i heard the cut and got to bustin’
Bitches blowin em but touch me and its poppin like a bubble
Red syrup in this cup this ain’t no fkn robitussin
I forget that i cant give a fuck, or trust a mf
I cant trust em, its fuck em, ima cross the mf
Tossin’ dummies out the stole-o til the whole block duckin’
Family viewing of the body, got em cryin’ while they cussin’
Fuck peace, the only time im wit it when i chunk em
I dnt fw many of em, cause they scared of bloody knuckles
Sdub or its a dub,
Me, brucie, Goldie, and tony
And a couple others, if they not a subject of discussion
Heavy politics not fw crash dummies and busters
Told my relly boodles ima go off, and show off
Thick bitch, juicy lips hoe off, get dough off her
Under cuttin’ tryna book me blow off theres no offer
Hoes aint like my weed wont choke, and wont cough her
All the nights i spent alone i definitely wont call her
Leave that lame shit to the first nigga that gave her a daughter
*breathe
Go off, go off
First mf step
Get broke off
Wit yo dog
Say they wanna kane me 
im o dogg
You like chauncey
Split this mf clip before somebody ever punk me
Titties on my glocky it aint perky bitch its busty
Mama praying for me baby
Im jus prayin i dont bust em
Warn a brotha bout the police
Lets get this warren buffet
Tony hawk with the wood dnt make me have to pop shove it

GO OFF FREESTYLE ￼

Forever pistol packin’

Prod. By Curley.Fry + TMoneyMusic

Artwork by iG-aislife

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Never Lackin' (Prod. By Curley.Fry)

MakkDaddyWakk (GiverDisD***) - sw.Ki

available on all platforms come the 30th

"feel like I'm kursed,
sometimes this shit the worst (but)
on account of all the purse and all the skirts this shit works."

talk to that bitch death wit this tek and we flirt. 6/24/2019 1:58pm

Livin' Lavish (Kursed)

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MIKEY

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"brick shot kicko with that shit
MISS ME
i put that twinkle in her ass like she wearin' miss me" -SAV

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