real deal gritty style
LEFT4DEAD (PROD. YXNGLYZ X EHRBOYLA)

Lyrics:

4 Speed, shift the Z to the spot
I got rock, I got glocks, I got bitches down to pop
We be smokin' on gorilla, got that Caesar in the 'rilla
350 with the Stillen, pushin' weight don't never stop
Better not run up on me, I'ma run you for your money
It ain't funny, death dummy, I'ma leave your nose runny
Put this glock to your head, better yet
One step closer to the edge, that's a threat
Police on my dick while I'm tryna get this skrilla
I'm a dope dealer, when you want it I deliver
He was talkin' down, how he end up in the river?
Better get back, sendin' shots at your liver

It's a 280Z, you can't get this shit from me
High class motherfucker when I whip it through the streets
Tryna take me on a mission, uh, what's in it for me?
Bitch I'm always into somethin', you know this is what I bleed
Made him drop to the floor, say I didn't then he lied
Pull this pistol out my denim, made him reach for the sky
If you don't run for pink slips, better run me for a knot
When you catch up to 140 I'm on 165

Bitch I do it for the clique, we ain't nothin' average
I been gunnin' for your pockets, I'm a money addict
.223 gone make you spill it, I got killin' habits
Tryna test me lil' pussy, turn you into past tense

Left your brain hangin' from a thread
Put you in my blunt, I'ma smoke it to the neck
Listen up to me before I fill you up with lead
You ain't shit to me, you'll be left for dead

You gone taste this blade, put you out your misery
Like the tires on the whip, you'll be blistering
It's a murder scene, but you ain't seein' this degree
Gaston Glock from '63, your ass is history

Left your brain hangin' from a thread
Put you-Put you in my blunt, I'ma smoke it to the neck
Lis-Lis-Listen up to me before I fill you up with lead
You ain't shit to me, you'll be left for dead

LEFT4DEAD - LANKIE280 (PROD. YXNGLYZ X EHRBOYLA)

round 2 hoe
BLUDDY SHIRT (PROD. LOXXANI)

Lyrics:

Smoke you like some tires, leave you on the pavement
I-I-I'm lookin' through your files, I'ma need the payment
Rest with your friends in the dirt boy
I'm stowin' bodies in the back, bloody shirt boy
I got a blade up in my pocket, glocky on my hip
Don't wanna have to up the rocket, taste the hollow tips
You better watch it when I pop it, all you hear is blaow

I got a bad bitch in my cockpit shiftin' my stick for me
She want this dick from me
Yo bitch gon' need Listerine
Dick on her breath when she come to yo crib to set up a lick for me
Her pussy hungry, so I pull up on her, now she want a kid from me
Pull up to my show and you fannin' the fuck out, you can't get a pic from me
Dirty 30 in my pants, Ima use it for surely
Dirty Merly in my cup, sippin' drank up for certain
Surely skrrt off in the Z, have em thinkin' it's urgent
Yo bitch a freak in the passenger while she give me service

Smoke you like some tires, leave you on the pavement
I-I-I'm lookin' through your files, I'ma need the payment
Rest with your friends in the dirt boy
I'm stowin' bodies in the back, bloody shirt boy
I got a blade up in my pocket, glocky on my hip
Don't wanna have to up the rocket, taste the hollow tips
You better watch it when I pop it, all you hear is blaow

BLUDDY SHIRT - LANKIE280 (PROD. LOXXANI)

LANKIE280

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