prod mo

(lyrics) 

black river..

said he sending missiles so we sending missiles back
he aint talking bout no bread so I cant get into dat
if you tryn be apart of the squad grab a gun u cannot lack
he wan go against the squad, swear to god he might just lose
put in pain right for da guys feel like presha got some wounds..

when im outside yea i keep a tool, you cant be my main thang you a a fool.
ion care what you talking about wan see my bro again
lost my watch and got it back so yk my wrist is froze again
said we shouldve been together, ye yea we shouldve been
hearing that you lost yo brudda wan spin back you lose again

tell dat hoe to slide to the crib got what u looking fo
only man i fear is god, ion fear u bro
all he do is smoke on boof boy i know you broke
she wan slide to the crib she wan give me dome ye

bad hoe wanna give me dome yea give dome yea
big ah draco take his fro yea take his fro yea
she gon eat me off da bone yea off da bone yea
know some niggas, kick yo door kick yo door yea
i don’t really like to party im going home yea..
she be doing hella molly I know she throwed yea
stupid nigga tryna try me and then he sold yea
wipe yo nose yea we so slimey we getcha gone yea

DONTLIKETOPARTY

prod burke

(lyrics) 

that stupid shit that u did it made me throw up
told him ain no finding his mans this is not dora
you gotta pick the drac or fn we kick yo door yuh
you gotta pick the drac or fn tryn got to war
yea im tryna cuff on this hoe from Singapore 
im on a mission tryna get bread i need sm more
i call up cam he finna come slide and take yo whore
these hoes is boring so ion een want her anymore

call up cam my buzzin
call up kay my shoota
call up zay for tussin
key gon swin that ruga 
pussy boy not doing nothing, he a loser
all he heard was dracos bussin and he moved ya
had to shout out all my day 1s. 
and yea dese bullets hot
these bullets hot they juh like flame ya
and she a super thot, you cuffed her but i aint gon say nun
didnt know u felt that way, so why the fuck did u not say nun
you shouldve said sum

shouldve said sum 2x

lately i fell in love wit da green i da love a peso
truey came in swinging the drac u betta lay low
pussy boy my pockets been fat its jus like caseo
yea im finna jump out da gym i feel like sayso
yea i pour da wock wit triss mix it wit faygo
she wanna eat and den suck me up jus like a mango
and u said u needed smb so just let me know.


if you need somebody

if you need somebody, im one call

if you need somebody
if you need somebody
if you nee-

i dont need nobody
ima come and slide yes im known for taking pasees
and this bitch a addict yea she known for taking oxy
draco automatic yea yk we rolling 5 deep
and she really tryn suck me up, up in a mazi
if you not tryn talk about bread nigga u lost me
and i just want all of ya love dont want ya body
and its only taking one call if you need somebody

DAY ONES

prod treyy

(lyrics) 

m’s we got mothafuckin m’s in the truck
gotta couple model hoes that wan come and suck me up
youn know nobody thats gon swerve in bently truck
they like damn ko wtf happended? ya going up
im getting bands now, why is this hoe tryn show me up
we switch yo mans down, that fuh boy flying he going up
feel like dirty dan now, its hella mud inside my cup yuh.

this a black river you go in you might get lost
they switched yo dad nigga we dont care about yo lost
bitch im hitting saks fifth i do not care about the cost
she said im a bad nigga hit hoe yea thas my fault

i hit his hoe my bad
that ball i cannot pass
that fuck boy go out bad
i do that hoe so bad
im off that drank got jet lag
this hoe want prada bags
i been there been there done that
told fuck boy he so ass


nigga claiming that he rich yo money oldd
after i go fuck yo hoe i buy some clothes
you know truey thats the bro stick to that code
saying that he doing some not doing shit
finna come and shoot u up new cooler kit
bitch said she wanna hang, wit da kool kidss
no i cannot hang w bro i close the lid

i cant hang w bro
that boy keep on crying she broke his bc he broke
yea i caught ah opp, ima shoot em if he told
im on straight hots and yk im never cold yea
saying he gon do sm
that boy not gon do nun
bitch im in a fucking rolls royce i put the roof up
pop ah perc i pop me one
had to really block her told that bitch we done..

black river bitch

YOU GO IN, YOU MIGHT GET LOST.

prod burke

(lyrics)

its me and burke we hang wit model hoes, im always wit my brudda cus he sticking to the code
a moncler coat for da winter its  getting cold
its getting cold outside its getting cold
we bring da hoes inside we bring da hoes
this hoe tryna hold my nine i tell her no
yea lets get this shit started, who bring the poles?
i make a bag off rapping pick yo shit up boy u slacking
how you do it? it just happen make him poof he gone like magic
fuh boy stop wit all that lacking thats that shit that get you clapped
we catch that boy inna field swear to god he getting sacked


im tryna shop at saint Laurent, he smoke on dank too much
the load pack cant face the must, cant even face the blunt
i cant even sip the mud no more it fuck my stomache up
yk im wit da guys we gon swerve in bently truck
watch out, watch out
she wan hang round wit da b’s (slat)
watch out, watch out
you wan hang around wit me yea?
tell me who stopping m-, aint nobody stopping me yet
stay on ya ps and qs them demons is watching me yea.

LETS GET THIS SHIT STARTED

produced by me and garments

(lyrics)

I think i had enough, all that shit u did
it aint adding up. calling up ya mans
betta call ya bluff, know a couple model hoes that wanna suck me up
im back in the function
all that shit u did it dont add up to nothing
i dont care what he saying sending shots at yo blood den
shoots at ya blood den

this a black river
goyard bag nigga
he fell in love wit dat hoe went out sad nigga
i told dat hoe she can keep the love you can have it
i told that nigga he can keep the swag he can have it
this a black river yk we causin havoc
this a black river yk we causin havoc
ik some niggas. get you gon for a bad bitch

I been on that drank still I think I need some help
Don’t care how you damn feel don’t care bout how u feel
My brudda ah fein he don’t care about his health 
caught the pack with one hand feeling like Odell 
had to cut him off he slimey he just like a snail
Nigga thinking that he can guard me boy like wth
and my brudda he like “free me” locked up wit no bail
thinking you can cheat on me, i wish you well
fuh boy know i keep that gen on me, i give em hell
she like kollege why u leaving me? this a kiss or tell
ik niggas want me gone like a fucking wishing well

IT AIN ADDING UP

produced by garments

(lyrics)

Brand new hoes in, brand new poles now
bitch i bring da hoes in
pussy keep on talking on the squad like hold this
damn kollege how you doing that im chosen
just ran me up a bag at saint Laurent
no she cannot get what she want
phone on dnd i dont wan pick up the phonee
with this bad bitch she bad to da bone

yea yea 

this hoe tryn get naughty
that drac right beside me
she wan come and party
im boolin wit dis bad bitch i swear she a dime piece
i swear i dont need no one i dont need nobody
i do not need no one
i pop a bean for once
the drank i needed one
the drank is all i got
heard he was talking down i got stylo in the spot
i told my brudda chill out he servin hella rocks
yea
in the cut wit dre bitch we on one
hit his ass wit drac cause im on one
pussy boy got faced cs he on one

(looped)

produced by nvm

(lyrics)

all that shit that you did
im alrd doing that
i heard the packs came in
yk im moving that
you got a brand new gen
yk you losing that
(yeaa)
js copped a brand new scat i might js switch the lanes up
he keep on talm bout hoes but he cannot name one
hy im on the rim dunking on em and one
why he keep talking crazy when he rocking and1s

in the 3 years prolly dead
in 5 years prolly dead
we fill em up wit led
go drugs inside my body
i cant hear what u saying
oh she wan pop da molly
she might js lose her head
(lets try againn)
im the best that she ever had
all that shit we had hope it never last
(lets try againn)
dat hoe call me dad bitch im not ya dad
empty that whole mag on ya fucking dad

ian finish yet
hn ian finish
yea, she wan scream my name she love it when im in it
bitch, yea i pray to god ion like da sinning
i changed the plans ok i changed the plans
nigga keep on talking crazy den cut off his head
hella mud inside my fucking cup like dirty dan
pussy boy wanna hand out dont show me yo hand
i dont wanna see yo hand

talm bout lies and shit
oh why u dodging bitch
got hella hoes in here
yea she wan ride da dick
these niggas phony yea
we passing by ya bih
i cant een hold ya
i love da doja
but at the same time
i dont want closure
belt to yo behind
for getting closer
we sting like beehive 
we feel like soser, yea

3 YEARS, 5 YEARS.

p. BayerGartner

Let me hold yo hand
Ion wana go back to my old ways I wana feel you here
I had too many guns pointed up to my face I wanted to see you there
Im yo love yeah im your only main thang 
I wana be there be there for yo-

caroline caroline coraline coraline I just wana see your eyes
I just wana be by yo side
I just wana be there when you cry
I just wana hold your hand when we do it so i can see through the lies 
So i can see through the lies
So i can see through the lies
Talk to me Caroline
Talk to me Caroline
Now that its over
I Dont gotta smoke till i get sober
I D-Dont gotta smoke till i get sober
B-Bitch yeahh
B-Bitch yeahh
B-Bitch yeahh
B-Bitch yeahh
Bitch red in my fanta its bleedin
Bitch im rollin this wood for a reason
Bitch I already told you im bleedin
B-Bitch i already told you your treason
B-Bitch yeahh
B-Bitch yeahh
B-Bitch yeahh
B-Bitch yeahh

Let me hold yo hand
Ion wana go back to my old ways I wana feel you here
I had too many guns pointed up to my face I wanted to see you there
Im yo love yeah im your only main thang 
I wana be there be there for yo-

caroline caroline coraline coraline I just wana see your eyes
I just wana be by yo side
I just wana be there when you cry
I just wana hold your hand when we do it so i can see through the lies 
So i can see through the lies
So i can see through the lies
Talk to me Caroline
Talk to me Caroline
Now that its over
I Dont gotta smoke till i get sober
I D-Dont gotta smoke till i get sober
B-Bitch yeahh
B-Bitch yeahh
B-Bitch yeahh
B-Bitch yeahh
Bitch red in my fanta its bleedin
Bitch im rollin this wood for a reason
Bitch I already told you im bleedin
B-Bitch i already told you your treason
B-Bitch yeahh
B-Bitch yeahh
B-Bitch yeahh
B-Bitch yeahh

LETS GET THIS SHIT STARTED

kollege

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