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everything

pluggnthusiast (prod. dri x joshbae)

@pyu 

I can’t count the things that I just want to quit 
I’m wit zae 
We blow down 
Bluntz 
We smokin 
GuSHMINTZzz
Im always causing 
Trouble 
so I guess im jus a troubled kid 
Thick white bitch 
I’m puttin filler in her fuckin lips

Im writing songs in a Bentley 
Bentley coupe 
How it turned out?
like I already knew 
U got fake rick owens 
Those from temu
I can’t fw that lul bitch 
Her pussy smell like seafood . .

I get what I want 
Never had to throw a tantrum 
Gucci buckles 
Ya Gucci
Hold my pants up 
Palm trees
Ya
hand roll blunts up
Ya yuh 
White hoes
Doin ketamine
And kratom 

In that Bentley 
Massage me 
In the back seat 
I’m in junya 
Ima ##CDG Athlete
Chrome heart sleeves 
U can hear chrome heart beats 
04 the only numbers
On my spreadsheet

quit

im into cash (ss3bby n res)

#maxon #underground #fadeaway #filthyjeans #florida

FadeAway [prod. Sophitia]

Roll The Dice

if u know then u feel it
prod: Harrison
mixed and mastered : Gunlock

Miss Myself +harrison+

GET LIKE US

GET LIKE US PROD. NOIR7K x CJ808

Slow Down [Ogabi]

lyrics
Niggas on my line they steady be rushing,
We turning nothing to something,
I told lil baby to stay down,
Got this lil bag that I gotta make out,
I need a bag I don’t need a hand out,
I’m copping a lamb it won’t be a rental,
I’m in the studio spazzing lil bitch,
I’m boutta get all my young niggas rich,
I keep that hate right here on my hip,
I was a hot head I was a jit,
Okay let me pop my shit!
Fuck out my face you making me sick!
I’m smoking on pack it’s whole sale,
I’m at war lemme catch a shell,
I’m a real nigga don’t need no help,
Class in session, ringing the bell,
I put it out, it’s all gonna sell,
I’m really on cash, the fuck how you felt,
She eating my soul I’m really gon melt,
Breaking these records like Phelps,
Not just the cards I’m dealt, 

Nigga just go hard for yourself, 

That’s why I got some hits on my belt, 

I’m boutta put a Grammy on my shelf, 

This shit way too easy, 

I go MIA for a day, 

I rip a pack and get in my lane, 

Pass me the mic I know my name, 

Something about me I never could change, 

That niggas a lame, 

She in lab just giving me face, 

That shit it was fate, 

I took off these niggas was late, 

On my planet lil bitch imma skate, 

It’s too many skeeze can’t be in LA, 

We going up and it’s not for debate, 

Lil bitch imma lion, I’m not tame, 

Come lil nigga, test my rank, 

I got them hits I got no shame, 

I’m rocking out like I was Laker, 

And we could be chilling and she getting naked, 

Ain’t got no soul I do not respect you, 

Nobody else could say my message, 

In this bitch scheming like I was with Lester, 

I’m going so dumb like I’m boutta get rich, 

And she so geeked wanna taste my dick, 

All through 2020 I’m making them hits, 

I’m boutta make sum flip!

Flip It! Prod Xaynor

lyrics


Nigga just fuck it just throw me the stash,
Niggas they bark and they brag on a app,
Working in silence I run a bag,
You on the sidelines switching a side,

I’m in the game protect I serve, 

Smoking on za, it’s killing my nerves, 

Smoking on dope like I’m going to heaven, 

Look in my eyes I could tell you it’s deadly, 

Imma go give that bitch a lil hesi, 

Sum just tell me that hoe not ready, 

I swear the money my favorite discussion, 

Show these niggas we having the muscle, 

Niggas can’t tell me shit bout the hustle, 

Nigga you sit on yo ass you ain’t finna cry to me, 

I’m in the crease still making a plan, 

Come on lil baby let’s go make some bands, 

I do this shit like it’s nothing but I know it’s something, 

I got in my bag I been working all summer, 

These niggas is pawns these niggas is dummies, 

Grown ass man a proud ass runner! 

Hit me up I’m like huh? 

Thought yo ass was done, 

He gotta bag he took from the devil, 

Jewels come in, they coming in metal, 

I had to switch it up whole new level, 

You sold your soul, I never could settle, 

We boiling up like we on the kettle,

I’m on a hill but I could go down, 

I make a sound, throw to the hounds, 

I make it count, makin my rounds, 

I make it bounce, off of the counter,

Got me some drip like I’m holding a bounty, 

I feel the bullshit swarming around me, 

Don’t gotta care bout that shit though, 

I’m on a bag till the shit gets old, 

I’m purer than most can’t lie on my soul, 

I’ll tell you truth, 

I’m on vacation, can’t even move, 

My niggas cutthroat, we never could lose,

She wanna fuck cause she know what I do, 

Only wit you because you staying true, 

Get that bag lemme spend it on you, 

Imma show you what a platform do, 

I’m finna stay out the drama, 

I’m working too hard it’s a problem, 

I know imma make it! 

Man these niggas just say it, when these niggas gone do it

In my lane I go my speed, 

That’s why niggas keep going out sad, 

Niggas don’t know how to push on the gas, 

Throw you the bag you gotta catch it, 

I’m in the water lil bitch I’m a vessel, 

I skip class but I’ll take a test, 

I really think, we are the best, 

You let a gnat, get in your head! 

I work hard so I break bread, 

Long night working she right in my bed,

Makin' My Rounds Prod. WESTLY

https://youtu.be/tRz4kndHBqk?si=L1DnNmNzU-DWtBdj

Roll The Dice

LazyGod