Lyrics:

Ima  Pop one 
Pour four 
Go dumb 
Money in pocket 
I got loud up in my lungs 
I cant find my mind I think I lost it 
Cross me 
Okay yeah thats cool cuz thats ur loss bitch 
Nauseous
I am off two yerkys got me Nauseous
Boss shit 
So its only right 
I need a boss bitch 
Posted 
I am not checkin 
On what yall posted 
Roasted 
I just did a dab and then I ghost it
feind on the scene 
Best believe you’ll get shot 
Yeah Run up get done up 
Like soda get popped 
I just got topped 
Dap her up 
Give her props 
We dont fuck wit cops 
Bail money in my sock 
Its a pandemic 
Niggah gimmie 6 feet 
Back seat 
Off the shits 
In a black six speed
When im in it she like 
How you get it this  deep 
Missy 
Know you know the rules 
I dont do kissing
Ima get lit 
Just to get shit off my mind 
Okay you can chill out 
Bitch I do this all the Time
Want her then 
She’s mine 
Have her coughing like a mime 
Thotty in her prime 
She takes shots of my slime Ima  Pop one 
Pour four 
Go dumb 
Money in pocket 
I got loud up in my lungs 
I cant find my mind I think I lost it 
Cross me 
Okay yeah thats cool cuz thats ur loss bitch

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Left 
Wasn’t moving right 
you get left 
Left 
Got it off my chest 
Im glad I left 
Left 
Swervin cuz the percs
Supposed to take 
They weren’t tlking money 
So I left 
ima get this money 
till their aint nun left 
okay i got shit to do 
so till then aint no rest 
Ima keep smoking dis pacc
untill their aint no chest 
i just Gotta be lit 
cuz then aint nun stress 
had to shot em in the leg 
because his xanny pills pressed 
i just gave your bitch a hunna 
cuz she pussy popped best 
wanna fuck through the dress 
said she has  always been obsseseed 
anti social im depressed 
im an asshole 
ima mess 
speedin
of the shits hop inside the whip 
and now im speeding 
im too high to drive 
ducking 12 nose bleedin
they be throwing shade i aint 
tripping im just weaving
headed to the top 
make moves or im leaving
Left 
Wasn’t moving right 
you get left 
Left 
Got it off my chest 
Im glad I left 
Left 
Swervin cuz the percs
Supposed to take 
They weren’t tlking money 
So I left

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This was made before peeps passing 
I was never gonna put it out 
Even tho he came out after me 
And is much younger than me 
The kid inspired me 
That’s rare these days

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-Lyrics-
I Promise we gone eat 
It might be your treat 
if it comes down to it,
take the shoes up off your feet
Pull up then we eat 
We want all the beef 
you aint talkin money
i aint even tryna speak X2

I came for the gwop 
im not here to make no friends
i trusted niggahs once 
i wont do that shit again 
i battled my demons 
now they tryna make amends
why dont you go get some money 
you looking broke come get your manz

i will never quit 
therefore i can never fail 
i spend sundays up in heaven 
the other days be lit as hell
told grandma i need that pack 
and she sent it through the mail
tapping off my iphone 
still keep baggies by the scale 

one thing thats for certain
baby i be bout my business 
if you try and fuck wit that 
i slice you up and leave no witness boy 
ill kill you wit the quickness 
skirt off smirking when im finshed 
when its bout my digits 
thats when i get super vicious yeah yeah 

small circle 
no new faces 
big bankroll 
all blue faces 
i cant hangout 
right now im busy 
gloing up now 
yeah i know youll miss me <3
I Promise we gone eat 
It might be your treat 
if it comes down to it,
take the shoes up off your feet
Pull up then we eat 
We want all the beef 
you aint talkin money
i aint even tryna speak X2

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Lyrics:
All of this drip 
Someone turn off the hose 

Ima clean never fucked wit these hoes 

Gotta bad bitch 
I don’t pass to my bro’s 

She suck dick like a pro 
Guess what you’ll never know 

I got more bread than the store 
Like a fan I got the blow 
They say perc you bout to blow 
How you aint know bitch you slow 

I fill my blunts wit exotic 
Sipping narcotics 
My cup be toxic 

My bitch she say im psycotic 
She get erotic 
My dick she top it 

I got the gwop in my wallet 
It is all profit 
I gotta stock it 

I needa house in the tropics 
You try to stop it 
This glock ima pop it 


gotta stay high 
Gotta cancel the stress 

smoking the best 
Leave a pain in my chest 

They like to tweet 
Till I come to their nest

And Bitch we do not talk 
 Like we taking a test 

I got the work 
And i keep it compressed

I just do me 
Theres no need to impress

Yo bitch keep calling 
I think she obssessed
She suck dick make a mess 
I didnt need to carress

My bitch be goth 
Cast a spell on my dick 

I dont play hockey 
But i keep a stick 

Bitch i stay lit 
Just like i am a wick

When i was a jit 
Daily i hit a lick 


Text me when you at the curb 
You can get served 
The pack be perserved

Pray you don’t get on my nerves 
Get what you deserve 
I don’t need a purge 

She gimmie head like a bluetooth
all in her mouth  like a new tooth 

My circle small like a fruit loop 
Perc he go coocoo he gotta screw loose

They watch my moves like im youtube 
You needa stop it 
You need to do you 

They not your friends 
They gone use you 

Gotta new bitch and she know voodoo


Off of the percs i turn into demon 

Im in the cut and you know that im schemin

I make this bitch suck my dick 
While im sleeping 

Watch how you speaking 
Or we gone be creeping 

I spit that heat 
Microphone it be steaming 

Audio dope 
And i got em all feindin 

What is your purpose huh
What is your meaning 

Talk shit for no reason 
Pull up leave you leaking 

Im Insane wit the swag 
And i know u straight jack it 

I get a bag stash it 
Under my matress


I get paper stack it up 
Like a packet 

Promise My squad gone eat good some fat chicks


I go wherever 
Forever rep vegas 

Told my mom no matter what ima make it 

Sleeping on me heres this tweak 
Now awaken

They hate on me 
Put got perc in they playlist

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-Lyrics-

Smoke by the pouch
My dick out 
While she crouch

Told that bitch to get lost like the change in my couch

I’m sick wit the meds
I crush percs in horchata


Big clip on the dick 
You run up it go blocka!!



He wanted the smoke 
Now he outlined in white chalk

I got the pac 
Make you vaccuum the sidewalk


Don’t rely on  nobody
Go get what you need 

they stab you in the back 
Then act concerned when you bleed 


My inbox be full 
Yeah they wave and they greet

But see perc be a goat 
I dont fuck wit you sheep



5% tint on the audi

Im on my grind like geoff rowley

He wanted the smoke he got cocky

Popped his ass on the nose just like a nollie 


They love to copy 
These niggahs be dittos

Say he want the beef 
But he sweet like mcgriddles

I do not lack 
Keep my head on a swivel

Off you wit a sickle 
Then fuck on your 
Widow


The shit that i spit 
It be sick like a virus 

Drugs Miley cyrus 

blow off the sink
Now my bitch billy ellish

 Do not disturb 
You gone fuck up our highness 


I wake up brush my teeth 
Then drop percs in my cereal 


Yes ima dog 
And yo bitch be my merial

You gotta glock 
Aye dont wipe off the serial 

Fucking wit me 
You gone need you a miracle 


I got the coke but no cola
Pop a perc wash it down wit dirty soda
She top me while she do yoga 
All on her face where im place my Granola



Smoking on yoda my outfit on sheev

Lost too many loved ones 
No more can i grieve 

I pull up
Get the bag
I Shake hands 
Then  i leave 

No i cant chill got too much achieve 


Goldilocks wit me we take all your porridge

bro wit the pac aint a plug he florist 

aibt clash of the clans but ill invade your fortress

I spit real shit theres no need for a chorus


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/Lyrics/
Donotello 
The way I keep a stick 
I dont gang bang
But my pockets on crip
These niggahs pissed 
Because I be the shit
Pretend you a plumber 
Lil bitch 
Peep the drip 
Dont bother me bitch 
Nah I got shit to do
On yo mommas couch 
 Yet Tweeting “making moves”
Im not perfect 
Im just better than you 
Ill just fuck on your bitch 
Nun better to do 
Lake in her panties 
She suck on my locness
Know how I rock 
Gotta Glock where my cock is 
I get the bag 
Disappear in the darkness 
Never go broke 
I put that on my carcass
wanted the beef 
Now I feast on his carcass 
promise well eat 
And bitch thats on my carcass X2
My circle small 
I got high exoectations
Claim you be the realest 
But I know you fakin
 Im on my grind bitch 
Just watch how im skating 
Yes ill take the top 
But no we are not datin
Fuck wit me 
Ill show you how to get gwop
Im slangin dis art bitch 
Fuck wit me come shop 
Niggahs love to flap  gills 
But aint no facts coming out I see you flexingdesigner 
But your racks running out 
I fuck wit your fit 
Its the sameone my bitch got 
She gimme top 
While im scrolling through tik Tok 
You see the gleam 
From the bling on my wrist watch 
Fucka wood 
rollin sweets outta the ziplock 
Ima typhoon 
Niggahs just Kelly Slater We have no beef 
You just a fan turned to hater 
Fresh up in heaven 
Told me give them hell 
How you claim that you street 
But you be talking to twelvewanted the beef 
Now I feast on his carcass 
promise well eat 
And bitch thats on my carcass X2Lake in her panties 
She suck on my locness
Know how I rock 
Gotta Glock where my cock is 
I get the bag 
Disappear in the darkness 
Never go broke 
I put that on my carcass

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