anachronism

Copy of 3x

Rexv2s - Grapevine (Prod Rexv2s)

rexv2 - natsu (prod teo x mxmory)

fukyaface

Racks on Racks

prod (15drtt)

Lyrics :
my main man gone spray you down just like febreze
ima get to racks I do this shit with ease
she try talking to me get away like please
I dont fuck with lame hoes, we is not the same hoe
this arp gon fry you ima hit your brain hoe
I only hit for head I been in that range hoe

dont go to war with me im calling a barrage
bitch I cant stop till its a lambo in my garage
ima pray every night but im not looking for god
ima spray every night that they stupid ass gon talk
please dont talk on me, you gon learn the hard way not from me
I always got like 10 thats finna go do jobs for me
smoking on tha pack ima light tha broccoli

im gone, im gone
smoked yo pack you hit my soul straight through the bong
thats yo main hoe slutting for me she moving ha thong
ima make this quick cuz i got hoes all night long
they waiting for, waiting for me
you turned yo back yea you switching up right on me
dont ever lack cuz this switch its gon stay on me
thats yo bitch calling she said she want me

(I hate these stupid ass) lame hoes, we is not the same hoe
this arp gon fry you ima hit your brain hoe
I only hit for head I been in that range hoe

dont go to war with me im calling a barrage
bitch I cant stop till its a lambo in my garage
ima pray every night but im not looking for god
not looking for god

barrage

produced by fwcal, rexv2

Yeah, yeah, yo (4x)
(Kontrabande, Rex)
Yeah, yeah, yo (3x)
I just got a boost, all these niggas fruit 
See my wrist achoo, ya' know my money blue 
And you say that's yo hoe so tell me what she tryna do?
I match up with my twin cuz' we get high if one got boof
I got-, I got-, bands for this bitch
No, you can't step like this
Yo manz' in a ditch, go getback fore' you gritz
Want fans on my dick, I'm tryn' show my ex bitch
We lag in dis' bitch, bitch tryn' hold my new dick (yea, yea)

Niggas go ou-, niggas go out sad now
Cal, he pull da' mag out
Lil Hi-Point, it's gon' jam out
My bro up, been a fan now
Who told you there was handouts?
Tryn' flex on me, pull bands out
Plan B bae we done ran out, I can't be no damn dad now
Twin ski up, pull da' gat out
Watch your back cuz' these niggas rat out
Allat' talk, tell me what it's about?
You get whacked, I don't got not one doubt
On da wave nigga, wit' a new sound
Onna' wave, niggas say I'm too bound
I get geeked, brodie say I'm spacebound
This bih' geeked really tryna come round

Nigga, we got dumb rounds
I just copped like dumb pounds
Nigga, I might jump out, choppa finna' bump loud
Plug just gave me bow-wow, hit dat nigga with da' chao, chao
Lil method for the bitches cuz' they don't know how to act now
I need somebody uhhh, to fucking slop me up
I love my body uhhh, but I still fuck it up
It's so much dope in here, boy you don't love yo' self
Bro just popped coke I hear, said he don't need no help
(No help, no help)

Yeah, yeah, yo (4x)
Yeah, yeah, yo (3x)
I just got a boost, all these niggas fruit 
See my wrist achoo, ya' know my money blue 
And you say that's yo hoe so tell me what she tryna do?
I match up with my twin cuz' we get high if one got boof
I got-, I got-, bands for this bitch
No, you can't step like this
Yo manz' in a ditch, go getback fore' you gritz
Want fans on my dick, I'm tryn' show my ex bitch
We lag in dis' bitch, bitch tryn' hold my new dick (yea, yea)

(Booted up)
(I'm booted up, on god nigga)
(On god nigga, on god nigga)
(Booted up, on god nigga)
(On god nigga, on god nigga)
(Booted up)

yaknn - what you know (kndrck, luvancient)

kndrck