Not My Type

G5 (prod. TmX x WhySoBored)

Broke boi

never say never 
heart finna break yuh
pills finna take off
got a bad bitch and her clothes she gon take off
riding in that new sport but I’m not an athlete, smoke him like a new port 
smoking dope countin money 
rmbr I was lookin funny til I rock designer clothes
Ina trap wit da bros we finna jugg right
Swerve it to the left i tried swerving to the right 
d’usse got me faded like im reaching for the sky
I don’t want no friends yeah ima be a loner 
New girl from around the way
Get high like outer space 
You inconsistent wit it bro like do u wanna race ? 
get the fuck out my way
everything’s going my way
Cartier on the frames
rmbr I ain’t wanna be alone 
Now I gotta get it on my own 
I ain’t ever going broke I will never love a hoe
give me all the money in the world 
she snuffin up the white she getting lit she sarah palin 
I don’t do the white but I’m still catching nose bleeds
4th quarter finna ball you playin for a trophy 
Riding wit da bro he cuttin in da 2 seat
call my New York bros to chop u in 2 piece 
That’s yo bitch on my lap but she my side piece
You ain’t prolific with this shit so like wha should u do?
d’usse got me faded like im reaching for the sky
I don’t want no friends yeah ima be a loner 
New girl from around the way
Get high like outer space 
You inconsistent wit it bro like do u wanna race ? 
Get the fuck out my way 
Everything’s going my way x3

pas de d'usse @@@(dragosmarcus)

LOVEMEB4IMGONE 1st ALBUM

ig @sativa6

Whole album mixed and mastered by @ssemixo
Cover Art by @ssemixo

Intro prod. jynxx

Prod.jones + tjay

[Lovestar]
Money on my mind but this pain’s still feel  the same
Lean in my system Im tryna ease the flames.
Sippin on the WOCK feel the world movin slow
Diamonds on my neck but it’s colder than snow.
Hoe call my line but my heart’s with the gang
Few friends in the whip only trustin’ a few.
Pockets heavy now but it don’t fill the void
Foreign cars going fast but it dont fill the void

[Lune]
bitches on my line I told them just to like get out, tryn get outside this void I haven’t been myself, left pocket full of drugs I need the bag now, I need the racks now can’t race cause you’ll tap out, got the mags out bro finna spaz now

Not My Type

Kilo

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