Too tact remix “notti osama, dd osama, sugarhill ddot”

@knownghost1k


[Intro]
Feel like I'm in the hills with this shit
But I'm still in my city 
Yeah, I'm still in the trap 
Feel me?


[Hook]
Smoke up in my lungs, I can't feel shit
My brudda pour another one, he can't feel shit
Feel like I'm in the hidden hills, but I'm in my city bitch
Feel like I'm in the hidden hills, but I'm in the trap bitch
All eyes on me right now, yeah I know I'm the one
All eyes on me right now, that's why I can't keep this gun
If you feeling me bitch, you gotta say some
And if I'm feeling you, I ain't gon' say none


[Verse]
I'm never gon' forget when they tried to count me out 
Now if you gotta problem, meet at the trap house
I'm a one man army, but I got four shooters right by my side
If we get the word, and we get the drop, then you better hide
I'm bringing rap back bitch
I'm counting racks lil bitch
Can't count me out for shit
Man I'm keeping that blick
XD 45 on me bitch
Nah, you ain't taking my shit
Don't hit my phone lil bitch
I said we was done, that's it
Trapstar on my jacket, but i'ma trap god
Kill after kill, yeah my boy, he a hat god
This been my swag since 06, bitch I run this shit
Gotta stick in my hand, gotta stick in my pants, and a stick in your bitch


[Hook]
Smoke up in my lungs, I can't feel shit
My brudda pour another one, he can't feel shit
Feel like I'm in the hidden hills, but I'm in my city bitch
Feel like I'm in the hidden hills, but I'm in the trap bitch
All eyes on me right now, yeah I know I'm the one
All eyes on me right now, that's why I can't keep this gun
If you feeling me bitch, you gotta say some
And if I'm feeling you, I ain't gon' say none


Produced by Hecto

Hidden Hills prod hecto

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[Hook]
I don’t even talk a lot
But play with my top,
And I’ma come kill some 
Thirty rounds right on the glock,
We leave ‘em dropped,
Yeah, we the real ones
She was off xans and molly, 
Said she tryna fuck,
And she tryna see some
I was in the back with a wood,
Yeah, life good,
And I got two guns
I’ll be chasing that bag, 
Be chasing that paper,
Till I got too much
She’ll be hitting my phone, 
Up on my dick,
Till I tell her she too much
These rappers be capping a lot,
Tell ‘em get in the streets,
And yeah, go prove some
I had to take that risk,
I got in the streets,
And I had to do some


[Verse 1]
Pints on me when I slide through my city 
And I ride round with my shooter
Gotta keep that stick on you,
‘Cause shit, we’ll catch you up in that Uber 
We had ‘em stopped in his tracks,
When we pulled out the stick
Like the head of Medusa 
Yeah, after I fucked on your bitch,
She couldn’t even walk,
And her pussy was looser
Pray God take the walk with me,
‘Cause I feel the presence of lucifer 
Can’t even lie to myself,
Every time I called that bitch, I used her
You ever get so high, 
You don’t know what’s real no more?
‘Cause shit I used to 
You ever just fuck on a hoe, 
And dip on that bitch?
‘Cause shit I used to 


[Hook]
I don’t even talk a lot
But play with my top,
And I’ma come kill some 
Thirty rounds right on the glock,
We leave ‘em dropped,
Yeah, we the real ones
She was off xans and molly, 
Said she tryna fuck,
And she tryna see some
I was in the back with a wood,
Yeah, life good,
And I got two guns
I’ll be chasing that bag, 
Be chasing that paper,
Till I got too much
She’ll be hitting my phone, 
Up on my dick,
Till I tell her she too much
These rappers be capping a lot,
Tell ‘em get in the streets,
And yeah, go prove some
I had to take that risk,
I got in the streets,
And I had to do some


[Verse 2]
I’m doing this shit for my partners that can’t 
I’m doing this shit, 
Show my mama I can
In a TRX truck,
This ain’t regular Ram
These bitches tryna figure out who I am
I’m tryna figure out, who I am
Cat and the track,
And I want the lamb
She blowing my phone,
Yeah, she love to spam
Money coming in off Telegram
Bitch no, I don’t post on Instagram 


[Outro]
Yeah, I been outside with the killers
Yeah, yeah
I been outside with the killers
I been outside with the killers
I been outside 
I been outside shawty, getting money
I don’t got time to play
I don’t got time to play, can’t let her know where I lay
You feel me?
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah 


Produced by Enma

Real 1s prod enma

Hoodtrap mix of ice cream paint job by dorrough

icecreampaintjob-hoodtrapmixx

lazer dim 700 x cities aviv tony dim

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[Verse]
Had to cut the leeches off 
I’m too locked in
Gotta keep it by my side
‘Fore I get boxed in
I got bitches down to ride
Out in Boston 
You know I’m ready for whatever
Whatever it costing
Everybody watching all of my moves
I’m the trending topic
I keep that fire on me motherfucker
And I’m serving hot shit
Fast whip when I hit the street
And I got a bad bitch
I think this bitch like how I move
‘Cause nothin average 
She got a tattoo up on her ass
And I got a tat on my wrist
Your hoe used to practice on me
How you think she got good at sucking on dick?
These rappers in my city some bitches
They need to go ‘head stop that shit
Don’t ever both asking for a feature
I’m out here building my shit
I was outside flipping a script
Yeah, what you know ‘bout that shit?
I can’t even stop, hitting the cup 
But I be geeking off it 
I just rolled up another blunt finna be tweaking off it
Got hoes in every city
When I touch down I show love to the bitch
Baby you know I’ll fuck you good
But I can’t be your man
I got levels that I got to reach
I got a real ass plan 
Shout-out to my mother
Shout-out my grandma
And shout-out to the fans
Shout-out my killers
Shout-out my bitches
We finna get them riches
Know they gon’ speak on my name
Know they gon’ talk ‘bout the shit that I did
In reality, nobody know how I move
Or the life that I’ve lived
I had some friends that changed for paper but shit it is what it is
Lotta time I went hungry 
‘Cause I knew I couldn’t pay for the bill
Now I’m speeding down the road to riches
Got me chasing a mil
The way I’m driving the whip right now
They think I’m mentally ill 
I’m high as shit right now
Probably why emotions I cannot feel
I’m off drank right now
Swerving, might fall asleep at the wheel
Mask on my face, geeked out my mind
I just came from a drill 
Everywhere I got ties, ready to catch a kill
Huh, uhh
Always ready to catch a kill, huh
Always ready to catch a kill, yeah
Always ready to catch a kill 
Always ready to catch a kill 

[Outro]
I gave her molly, I got xannies, and I got roxy too 
She took an addy, it match her eyes 
Yeah, that bitch so blue 
She count racks for the gang
Wanna be part of the crew
She get money, I like how she think 
And I like how she move
Burberry headband, and she got Jimmy Choo’s on her shoes
I’m up ten bands, finna roll up but I will not snooze
I took way too many L’s, never again will I lose
I had way too many so called friends, had to cut ‘em loose
Man, I hate going to the club, cause I don’t drink no booze
And I hate explaining myself ‘cause I can’t speak on what I do 


Produced by Mobley

Ready 4 Whatever prod mobley

LAZER DIM 700 TYPE BEAT!

Putting In Wreck (08 Baby) - Dooda #KCUF (Prod.Hazimake)

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[Chorus]
Just put diamonds on my neck and on my fists
Think she in love with my rings
She gave them a kiss
Bad bitch, pretty face, and she slim thick
I could taste the molly baby
When we locking lips
If you insecure, I could buy you brand new tits 
If you fall in that water, I’ma jump ship
Baby give me your love, I could harvest it
I know it’s destiny, so I ain’t stopping it


[Verse]
How you say my twin? But you get no check
If I’m in love with lean, she in love with X
If I ever set her up, she would pass the test
Think I needa call the jeweller and get some baguettes
How you claiming this and that, but throwing a different set? 
Man, I needa call up Cash and tell him send a jet
Heard my voice for the first time, had her pussy wet
Told them boys don’t speak, ‘cause they is not a threat


[Bridge]
They is not a threat 
They is not a threat 
They is not a threat 
They is not a threat to me
I wanna fuck you and your friend
Too many drugs, I won’t make it to the end
I read every text that you sent
If I was you, I wouldn’t trust what I said
But I want you and I need you in the bed
Everything that I’ve rapped, I’ve really meant
In the city, outside, everyone on fent 
I’ve been outside, posted by the blue tents
You wanna take it in the back, need some darker tints
I will not stop, even after I touch them M’s
Put them glocks out, ready to go send a blitz 
I just got INRI tatted on my wrist 


[Chorus]
Just put diamonds on my neck and on my fists
Think she in love with my rings
She gave them a kiss
Bad bitch, pretty face, and she slim thick
I could taste the molly baby
When we locking lips
If you insecure, I could buy you brand new tits 
If you fall in that water, I’ma jump ship
Baby give me your love, I could harvest it
I know it’s destiny, so I ain’t stopping it


Produced by Donn Suave

Jumpship prod donn suave

@knownghost1k


[Verse]
You know I got whatever you need
I got whatever you fiend 
Don’t care who buying you Celine
‘Cause you sell it to pay for the weed
I been running ‘round in the streets
I spent too long in the East
Gotta take jet overseas 
You know I fuck you, baby like a beast
Took a vacation but I was still sticked up
On my dick, got a bitch doin’ sit-ups
Was sick of being broke, got fed up
Now I’m riding ‘round, getting my bread up
Always gotta thank my shooters
Always gotta think ‘bout the moolah 
“Hoes come and go,” it’s really true, yeah
Everybody watch how I move, yeah
Might whip out the TRX truck
Your ass too fat, back it up 
Come to my room, you know what’s up
We on drugs and we don’t give a fuck
That’s just how I’m living
She say she want my children
I pop in the winter
We hop out, out the sprinter
I don’t pose for pictures
I always keep a pistol
You really think I’m winning
I only see me sinning
Tryna stay on my mission
I’m tryna stay on my mission


Produced by Frapper Smith

What You Fiend prod frapper smith

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[Chorus]
I spent that shit in a second
But I’ll make it back in a minute
New AMG, yeah it came tinted
Counting up, let you know when I’m finished
Like Slime, my boy fighting a sentence 
Got hoes in my room like tenants 
Hit the gas, this a V8 engine
Take care of my brothers, my bredrins
Came up trapping and finessing
Run up, we gon’ teach you a lesson
Wet the block up, yeah we gon’ bless him
And the 9mm, gon’ catch him
Bullets gon’ kill him like cancer
I’m walking around with exotic dancers
Lambo door go up, she like my manners
You ain’t got racks or a strap? 
Pull your pants up


[Verse]
Yeah, if you ain’t got racks or a strap what the fuck you sagging your pants for?
Remember the days, cooking on the pot, right at the bando 
Everybody love to talk a lot
I don’t give no info 
Heard you tried to hit me up 
But I went inco-cognito 
Been moving these drugs, yeah these kilos 
Baby, wanna feel you deep-throat
Promethazine, got me moving so slow
Wanna see how far you go 
Been on the block and I been on the road
Can’t even wait for my first show
Pour a four in a Faygo, yeah that’s a real big dose
If I bring you out, that’s a real big boast
Keep it on the low shawty, whatever we do, don’t post
She do what I want, when I want, ‘cause I’m the real boss
She copy my moves, ‘cause she like my thoughts
I know if they lock me up, she won’t talk to the cops
I just gotta make one call and they do they job


[Chorus]
I spent that shit in a second
But I’ll make it back in a minute
New AMG, yeah it came tinted
Counting up, let you know when I’m finished
Like Slime, my boy fighting a sentence 
Got hoes in my room like tenants 
Hit the gas, this a V8 engine
Take care of my brothers, my bredrins
Came up trapping and finessing
Run up, we gon’ teach you a lesson
Wet the block up, yeah we gon’ bless him
And the 9mm, gon’ catch him
Bullets gon’ kill him like cancer
I’m walking around with exotic dancers
Lambo door go up, she like my manners
You ain’t got racks or a strap? 
Pull your pants up


Produced by 1onlyxo

Ready 4 Whatever prod mobley

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