LB & TImothy - HOT (Mixed by Vito)



[Verse 1: TImothy]

All these biddies fuckin wack now

Pussys getting slapped out

Just rollin with my team 

Like everyday

Why you really wanna rat now

I was gettin patted down

And you ain’t at the scene like

What they say?

Don’t let my boys lack down

I’m chasin after racks now

I’m bringing them with me

Goin my way yuh

Lotta old homies trap now

All they do is act out

Smokin fake trees

Ay Ay

Bakin bitches in the backseat

This a 

Uber no taxi

I’m feelin super off the juicer been relaxin

I blocked the cougar so now she tryna fax me fax me 

[Hook: TImothy]

Woah

This shits got me bopped grab the mic LB and TImothy boutta rock like

Woah 

Rooms getting hot you wanna see real smoke we gon’ find you a spot like

Woah

Got Red on the sock that we stepped through the diss that got a boy dropped

Woah

Missin all the shots that you took to the bitch cause the flex you ain’t got like

[Verse 2: LB]

I heard you talking bout my clique 

We gon’ run up and leave you in a ditch

Don’t be talking or you'll catch this hollow tip 

My team really out here we be selling shit

Strapped up and we ain't finna miss

Try and destroy me but it's clean when I go piss

It’s crazy off the skittles and my brain be hazy 

It’s like I’m the president people be waving 

I’m on a different planet now I’m in a mirror room 

I’m not sure what happened I just took the blue pill

Now I can't tell between everyone whose who 

Everybody’s looking at me like I’m blues clues 

That bitch walked into the room 

She flexing Saint Laurent and Gucci shoes

She’s tryna hop on me and I’m getting loose

Now she's on me I don't know what to do

[Hook: TImothy]

Woah

This shits got me bopped grab the mic LB and TImothy boutta rock

Woah 

Rooms getting hot you wanna see real smoke we gon’ find you a spot

Woah

Got Red on the sock that we stepped through the diss that got a boy dropped

Woah

Missin all the shots that you took to the bitch cause the flex you ain’t got

[Verse 3: TImothy]

Club house for real y’all startin to look goofy

Y’all chasin after hoes I’m chasin after Gucci

Got ya bitch on my waist line

She don’t like to waste time

I ain’t talkin iPhone when I say she do facetime

Hummin w my eyes close like I’m meditatin

I ain’t meditatin bitch look at my cup I’m medicated

Y’all be overrated I don’t think you’ll ever fuckin make it

You ain’t really bout it you just talk, flex, and fuckin and fake it

[Verse 4: LB]

And I know you want it, you want my life and you want and my cadence 

But you can’t have it Bitch, I’m fucking levitated 

Floating high up with my baby shit’s getting a little crazy 

I’m not gonna lie I’m feelin a lil wavy 

When I spit this shit like baby I feel fucking amazing 

And when TImothy like gunna you know already we lacing

We chasing after bands and the fucking Mercedes 

The engine getting hot hot hot

Like we racing

[Hook: TImothy & LB]

Woah

This shits got me bopped grab the mic LB and TImothy boutta rock

Woah 

Rooms getting hot you wanna see real smoke we gon’ find you a spot

Woah

Got Red on the sock that we stepped through the diss that got a boy dropped

Woah

Missin all the shots that you took to the bitch cause the flex you ain’t got

LB & TImothy - HOT (Prod. Diplomat)

LB - SMOKE (Prod. Guillermo) Mixed by Vito

Off the molly put my johnny in her face
blast off like a rocket ship all into outer space
she wanted me to take her for a ride right to her place
but fuck the fake people imma grind and win this race
i don't need nobody else im gonna do this on own
looking for the rocks like the fucking flintstones
stack my paper up a milli looking like post malone
now i'm flexed up and dripping wearing all this v lone

So i smoke, all the pain away, rolling up a blunt and taking it to face
So i smoke, all the pain away, rolling up a blunt and taking it to face
I got this green on my table every week, tryna od
Im gonna smoke till i crease, and i cant feel my feet
and i cant feel my feet 

Im feeling lost and i cant sleep, what did she do to me
I just dont wanna be alive, and its taking all my time
to figure out why. I figured this would be my life,
but now i regret all the times, I regret all the times
That i fucked up and tried, because this is my life
because this is my life, I dont get to live twice

So i smoke, all the pain away, rolling up a blunt and taking it to face
So i smoke, all the pain away, rolling up a blunt and taking it to face
I got this green on my table every week, tryna od
Im gonna smoke till i crease
and i cant feel my feet 

I'm blasted smoking on gas yeah i'm faded
everybody at this party's tryna get on my a list
i can't mess with y'all no
y'all just rapping for the fame
you just wanna get the girls and make a name
but i've had this dream since i was so little
me and timothy we're just listening to skrillex
now i'm dropping my own shit and i fucking kill it
soon i'm getting to the charts and building my buildings 
kicking all them people to the side
they getting on me now that i rise
w my homie you could barely see our eyes
smoking on gas and it's all fertilized
just saw some chips they finna be mine
with my baby and we floating in the sky 
sooner or later i'm prolly gonna die
now re run this track because this shits fire 

So I smoke, all the pain away, rolling up a blunt and taking it to face
So I smoke, all the pain away, rolling up a blunt and taking it to face
I got this green on my table every week, tryna od
I'm gonna smoke till i crease, and i cant feel my feet

LB - SMOKE (Prod. Guillermo)

LB & TImothy - Good Vibes (Prod. Diplomat)

Mixed by Vito

Lyrics

(Verse 1 LB)
popping out the house going on adventures
we be at the school hiding out from teachers
we be at the school smoking under bleachers
that girl hml saying she give head for a feature
but i don't really give a fuck because i'm with my dudes now
pulling up red rented whip drop the roof down
i don't give a fuck ill flex w the shit i got i gotta
everybody in this grinds tryna get to climbing

(hook LB)
everybody in this grinds tryna get to climbing
they all want some big clout and be dripping in some diamonds
tryna get out the mess have some money for my private
all the people i surround myself they wanna see me flying
all the people around me just want good vibes
all the people around me just want good times
crazy shit chilling w the group
tryna run the game and we ain't finna lose
(repeat x2)

(Verse 2 LB)
fast lane no bad brain
 she give me good face in a black range
riding backseat in the uber no way
couldn't visualize that shit i'm crazed.

my man t go reckless, and you'll never catch t fake flexing
spit the bars like westbrook balling in heaven
and i can promise you this shits self written

[Verse TImothy]

Shit is hot like Tampa

Tryna run some bands up

Clown got rocked boy

Come and pick ya mans up

I’m servin call me santa

I pour it in the Fanta

High can’t feel my hands so

Direct me to ya pants hoe

Woah woah woah

Wavy like the ocean

Like put this shit in motion

Like we ain’t fuckin ghostin

No masks on we go in

It’s too hard to focus

I need me more potion

LB & Timothy - Good Vibes (Prod. Diplomat)

LB - Islands(Prod. DAK)

Mixed by: Vito

Lyrics:
(Intro)
Wavey wavey water splashing high at the islands
pullup with that bust down flexing watch its timeless
we don't give no fucks party high all the time and
pour an eight on me and ill really get to wilding

(Chorus)
Say that she sorry got some bacardi getting naughty in my face
she looking jolly clapping ass steady pace
my man t dashing tryna stash the k 
its some bullshit how the blues get paid
steady counting blues thumbing something
rack up rack up roll up some blunts then 
water waves stop the boat gets bumping 
keep my music real and im never ever fronting

(Verse 1)
We go out to sail waters looking real deep
yeah im dripping real red sharks tryna snatch my feet
its not healthy keeping all these fucking pills on me
my doctor said soon lil dogs gone have to eat 
Stack the bands up soon get it like a mountain (yuh)
water park waves with me looking like a fountain 
get the people rowdy party starts getting heated
911 gone wild anarchy all in the streets then

(Verse 2)
i swear to god i say its crazy how the games played
gotta have the big flex just to get your pay raised
im not tryna fake flex just tryna get my name laid
out on some papers maybe see a picture my face
book me on some shit ill go hard on the right stage
see the clout they talking now the bitches stay on the chase
they stay steady plotting to take me down off my game
but imma stay moving stack it up and make my name

(Chorus)
Say that she sorry got some bacardi getting naughty in my face
she looking jolly clapping ass steady pace
my man t dashing tryna stash the k 
its some bullshit how the blues get paid
steady counting blues thumbing something
rack up rack up roll up some blunts then 
water waves stop the boat gets bumping 
keep my music real and im never ever fronting

(Outro)
Staying in my lane I know exactly where my minds at 
direct my fucking life and i stay with the right mindset
house up on the hills i shoot my arrow at the target
tearing up the sheets your girls begging me to stop it

LB - Islands (Prod. DAK)

LB - Lottery (Prod. andersc) Mixed by Vito

Lyrics: 

(Hook)
I need it, the bags seated
Grab the bag and get the money fucking cleaner
Run it threw like a pair of Nike sneakers
Get the stains out them bitches i'm a teacher
Give the wisdom to my motherfucking people
128 the fucking gang we going lethal
I rep my shit i keep it a stack like i'm a preacher
All my bars fire keep the tracks heating (yuh)

(Chorus)
Drop the top and ride the range 
No swerving stay in your own lane
I'm tryna thumb like brokers up in the bank
Running up this cash the money in the safe
Dishing off the pack just got the touchdown
I'm counting up 20's 50's and 100's now
They was always looking at me saying I was a clown 
But the pounds steady talking rolling up loud (yuh)

(Verse 1)
Camera hear the click talking asking for the pics post em
Chilling with my old homies smoking off the clips roast em
I dropped them lames now i'm up making hits
They bitches keep asking to suck on my dick
I'm feeling like baby i'm back on my jesus shit
Mr. Cleans with the sud all on your bitch
Reaper bring the scythe and he gonna swing that shit
Glocks always loaded my shooters don't miss

(Hook)
I need it, the bags seated
Grab the bag and get the money fucking cleaner
Run it threw like a pair of Nike sneakers
Get the stains out them bitches i'm a teacher
Give the wisdom to my motherfucking people
128 the fucking gang we going lethal
I rep my shit i keep it a stack like i'm a preacher
All my bars fire keep the tracks heating (yuh)

(Verse 2) 
I need a duffel full of money and some big head
Chrome lacking 5-0 catching quick led 
All the casings hit the floor and you looking at em
Decide if its worth or your homies lacking
Said that you was strapped but they really strapping
Gun play some shit imma bring the pack in
First day no shit get straight to trapping 
That bitch hit my snap and she really capping
I give no fucks because I bring the racks in
My bitch to fine ass get to clapping (yuh)
Make that shit a movie lights camera action
We be fucking all the time yeah i keep the passion
I roll my blunts fat as fuck so they steady busting
Pass it to my boys and they get to puffing
Talking on me and we steady get to tussling
Lil pussy boys ain't never sipped no robitusin (nah)

(Hook)
I need it, the bags seated
Grab the bag and get the money fucking cleaner
Run it threw like a pair of Nike sneakers
Get the stains out them bitches i'm a teacher
Give the wisdom to my motherfucking people
128 the fucking gang we going lethal
I rep my shit i keep it a stack like i'm a preacher
All my bars fire keep the tracks heating (yuh)

(Chorus)
Drop the top and ride the range 
No swerving stay in your own lane
I'm tryna thumb like brokers up in the bank
Running up this cash the money in the safe
Dishing off the pack just got the touchdown
I'm counting up 20's 50's and 100's now
They was always looking at me saying I was a clown 
But the pounds steady talking rolling up loud (yuh)

Link to Producer: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSY05Fi80yuS70a1Uf9ZgoQ

LB - Lottery (Prod. andersc)

LB & Timothy - Roxanne Remix (Prod. Envyral)

Mixed By: Vito

Art By:April Carlson

[Hook 2x: Timothy]

She calling me poppy 
Before I’m really popping
Said you get ya guap in
Told her shit ain’t stopping 
Dudes causing you issues
pull up w the mops n
Hand that boy a tissue
Wipe ya shit or lock in

[Verse 1: LB]

Living risks all day 
i been selling it and i been getting fucking paid
told my momma that i stopped this shit a couple days ago
but i copped another zip and sold it off you know like
She told me pull up to that party get it popping 
Pull up to that party and never gone be stopping
grab up on my waist i let her drive the fucking cockpit 
somebody finna talk imma have em get to cocking 
she be running through the city drunk showing off her titties
i'm tryna keep a close bond baby i'm w it
you be on my right side rolling up just finessed 
smoking off that blunt till it's just fucking clips then

[Hook 2x: TImothy]

She calling me poppy 
Before I’m really popping
Said you get ya guap in
Told her shit ain’t stopping 
Dudes causing you issues
pull up w the mops n
Hand that boy a tissue
Wipe ya shit or lock in

[Verse 2: TImothy]

I watched the feds kick in the door in at like 7 still with the servers
Had big ball dreams now I’m pouring knowing this shit is my purpose
Was mixing percies with purple asking myself is it worth it
Knowing one thing is for certain they ain’t going to my service
Tryna match me on the smoke (yeah) might just have  supply (yeah)
Think this shit a joke pull up rep water we got fye 
And fuck ya little toke I hang w plugs ain’t tryna buy
Hit me diss me I’m that guy say she miss me I’m like why
Told myself I’d never waste time on a vibe again
But every time I’m rolling got her mind again 
Where you at wrecks what you find me in
Had to find a plan call me YBN

[Verse 3: LB]

you told me you want work but you ain't never popping in 
you told me you want work but you ain't never clocking in 
you told me you want cash but you ain't never stopping in 
told me wouldn't be shit but i ain't never stopping it 
and every time you around my heart really stopping quick 
the one and only person i could ever see myself with
rolling off the molly asked me if i was gone want some kids
i didn't see the day that i was gonna get my one true wish 

[Hook 2x: TImothy]
She calling me poppy 
Before I’m really popping
Said you get ya guap in
Told her shit ain’t stopping 
Dudes causing you issues
pull up w the mops n
Hand that boy a tissue
Wipe ya shit or lock in

LB & Timothy - Roxanne Remix (Prod. Envyral)

LB - Pocket Watching 

Mixed By : Vito

Lyrics:

I see the scammers and robbers they really watching my pockets
Been licked a few fucking times but I went out and topped it
We copped that qp back it up and add 600$ my profits
Ain't gonna let em catch me off the rip drop bags then I lock it
(I told em)

I see the scammers and robbers they really watching my pockets
Been licked a few fucking times but I went out and topped it
We copped that qp back it up and add 600$ my profits
Ain't gonna let em catch me off the rip drop bags then I lock it

They bitches acting naughty, tryna slide up for a picture
Im sliding and im sliming, With my main bitch im right with her
Hit me for a qp, tried to finesse and get it quicker
But my mains popped out, and smoked em up just like a swisher
I told em shit get crazy, Imma phone up all my hitters
Don't be talking or you gon get, Caught up all up in a blizzard

(What did I say? Thats 128)
Slime Green on my feet every time I fucking walk down
I took another shot my bitches panties on the floor now
I roll another pass it till that bitch is hitting no rounds
Walk through Comethazine that shit I'm really bouta show out
I blow out, I put that pedal all up on the floor now
Said you strapped up in this bitch but you ain't never bring the pole out
The feds knocking bouta crack down the door
Your face went pale like window pane shattered all on the floor
I shot straight up I'm out the back I got my guap in the tote
I hopped the fence then I'm gone tagged it fuck the 5-0

I see the scammers and robbers they really watching my pockets
Been licked a few fucking times but I went out and topped it
We copped that qp back it up and add 600$ my profits
Ain't gonna let em catch me off the rip drop bags then I lock it

The way I see my money different than you
The way I see it gotta stay on the move
Dimes and quarters dishing right to the goons
Pack shipping low but I smoke out the room
Pack shipping low but the party gets loud
Pop a e pill then stay smoke out a ounce
I get crazy when my bad bitch around
Always there to keep me close to the ground
They gon get aggressive acting like they really want the smoke
Smoke so much walking in the hotbox and you finna choke
Fake people flexing they just guessing don't really want no toke
Ain't never rolled no dutches no j's never hit no bowl
Every time I hop on the beat I write a biography 
I'm ripping everything in between write my atrocities
Soon imma be up so high compare me to astrology 
Smoking on that loud pack yeah this is just that rapper weed
Slide right down the block and hit the bags man its a blessing
When i drop my product nobody is gon be stressing
Ring ring ring ring send your ass straight to message 
Right now im on my grind cant be worried bout my ex's

Pocket Watching

LB - Pocket Watching

LB - DAMN

(Mixed By Vito)

I got 20 in my pocket and Im shooting off
Looking like Tracy mcgrady hit em w the sauce
Got 30/30 vision on my back like i'm curry
Grab my duffle then i'm dipping in a hurry (zoom)
My weed is hella fluffy and that shit is always chronic
Ran the bag got a benji put that bitch right in my wallet
Stack the money get it cleaner then i'm fluffing put my pockets
I got my own drip now people watching when i'm walking

Like damn
How you gone be talking like that
Got my main bitch to my right side go clap
Like Damn
How you gone be dropping like that
When you ain't got the right money to support your own clique

Like damn
How you gone be talking like that
Got my main bitch to my right side go clap
Like Damn
How you gone be dropping like that
When you ain't got the right money to support your own clique

I been really waiting for my music 
To pop off so i could be popping off on some new shit (geeking)
X's in my pocket told my bitch i'm finna lose it
When i'm off these drugs can't tell how i'm moving
When i'm off these drugs yeah i'm really going stupid
When i'm off these drugs yeah my bitch is finna lose it
When i'm off these drugs gave her dick she acting ruthless
Started fading down yeah i might just go abuse em
Grab the bag open it up i pop another
Always got my mindset communicated w the brothers
Made the plan right then air shit out hot summer (hot) (hot)
Hunnid shots gonna be blazing stormy weather like thunder
When i call it issa wrap y'all shits be looking like used rubbers (eww)
Put like 3.5 in it and roll it up i'm finna tuck em
Popped an x i'm feeling jiggy and i'm really boutta up em
If he talking imma clean em pullup really finna bust sum

Like damn
How you gone be talking like that
Got my main bitch to my right side go clap
Like Damn
How you gone be dropping like that
When you ain't got the right money to support your own clique

7/6/2020

LB - DAMN

LB - Pop Out! (feat. Vito)

Mixed by Vito!

Lyrics:
(LB)
Spanish mami call me papi while I'm whipping in the kitchen
She hopping on my dick and then she rub me while she kissing
Put 3.5 in my blunt and some fronto made it a spliff then
I spark her up and toke it till that bitch burning my lips and

(LB)
I pop out to the party w some x
Take out the bag I'm popping yeah the rest
Because I told ya imma be up at my best
When my clique wanna roll out and go hit us a lick

(LB)
Spanish mami call me papi while I'm whipping in the kitchen
She hopping on my dick and then she rub me while she kissing
Put 3.5 in my blunt and some fronto made it a spliff then
I spark her up and toke it till that bitch burning my lips and

(LB)
I told em all be there right soon but i'm just steady whipping all on the bags
Called em out stop being rude can't be talking stacking all of my cash
Everybody wanna trap out the roof Ain't nobody ready to put on the mask
Answered like what could i do for you, I don't wanna talk if it ain't bout racks (Like)

(Vito)
If she's so petty and she always pulling at my heart (yeah)
If were being honest I don't know where I should start (yeah)
I was kinda hoping you could show me where the light goes
You can talk your shit but I'll be sticking to the high road

(Vito & LB)
Talking a line, that's your side, you don't like to show
Be you're white knight, in your life, you don't have to show
I don't know why, I still try, you will never know
Baby girl it's alright, it's alright, you don't have to go

(LB)
Spanish mami call me papi while I'm whipping in the kitchen
She hopping on my dick and then she rub me while she kissing
Put 3.5 in my blunt and some fronto made it a spliff then
I spark her up and toke it till that bitch burning my lips and

(LB)
I pop out to the party w some x
Take out the bag I'm popping yeah the rest
Because I told ya imma be up at my best
When my clique wanna roll out and go hit us a lick

LB - Pop Out! (feat. Vito)

Mixed By: Vito 

Lyrics: 

(Hook):
I been sliming, I been grinding
Chilling with the team and we always out wilding
Popping x pills I been geeking feeling childish
If a dude talk down then we finna get violent

(Verse: LB)
A couple people really round me tryna change they ways
They chemistry the shit inside they brains
Emotions going every different type of way
If you ain't experienced shits not the same (Woah)
But for me? I could stay in my lane
I'm popping pill don't change the shit that I say
I'm still getting to the bag tryna win this race (Skrttt)
Stacking up bands 10k in a safe (Yeah)
Had to cut of all the people, the ones grimy yeah making my life lethal
The snakes and the deceivers, tryna steal my destiny but I'm a fucking keeper (yeah)
The checks that I been getting, Stacked up on my plate like it's my fucking dinner (yeah)
I'll admit that I'm a sinner, never gonna stop swimming till I fucking cross this river
If my boy need a new liver Imma go and off your shit's yeah i'm talking new victims (yeah)
You could stay with all the hitters I ain't with that talking shit like a demon Imma go get em (Okay!)
All my boys is apes gorillas let em out the fucking zoo then shits finna get lit up (bow bow bow)
If your bitch is at the crib you know she tryna get it in laying by my side I told her go and get up (Bitch!)

(Hook):
I been sliming, I been grinding
Chilling with the team and we always out wilding
Popping x pills I been geeking feeling childish
If a dude talk down then we finna get violent

(Verse 2: TImothy)
T
Walk fitted in the function name brand with a chain like a dime piece (dime)
Brought my main to the light with the ratchet in the dark can't carry that hoe like a side piece (the fuck?)
Slang iron by the right ain't shoot nah it slash, Chump change like what your fuckin' time mean? (nothin')
Ain't nothin' to me, hunger to feed, grew up to eat, y'all over fed, my time to see (yeah)
What's good with it, I stood with it
Pride by my side I'll die 'fore lies take mind don't put my hood in it
'Cause they wasn't fuckin' with me when I said I'm tuckin' in these sheets knowin' that the industry, Trying to get a piece of me already 
I ain't even dip my foot in it
Concrete for my platform, stable, takin' out the wood in it

(Hook):
I been sliming, I been grinding
Chilling with the team and we always out wilding
Popping x pills I been geeking feeling childish
If a dude talk down then we finna get violent

LB - Wilding (Feat. TImothy)

Mixed By Vito

Lyrics: 
I've been chilling in the sticks and the mud
Tryna touch a band yeah I really made it up
Got my shooters on me and they really finna bust
Ops on my trace but I dance like a dove (Woah)

I've been chilling in the sticks and the mud
Tryna touch a band yeah I really made it up
Got my shooters on me and they really finna bust
Ops on my trace but I dance like a dove (Woah)

(Yeah)
Your bitch just asked me if I'm tryna roll it but Imma touch on her slowly
She's tugging up on my pants you know it she call me daddy Imma own it (Okay)
Everyday I'm flipping off a new bar, someday I'm tryna cop the red rar'
But ATM we gotta grind hard, if he popping off I gotta pop four 
Everybody just listen to my music, but they ain't really see the shit I'm doing
I've been acting like a teacher but I'm viewed like a student
Not the way I fucking see it Imma say it till I prove it
People acting like I'm new but I already knew It
I've been talking IceBox yeah chains like jewelers
If you still don't believe me then Imma keep shooting
Like Stephen Curry bitch all dubs ain't losing

I've been chilling in the sticks and the mud
Tryna touch a band yeah I really made it up
Got my shooters on me and they really finna bust
Ops on my trace but I dance like a dove (Woah)

I've been chilling in the sticks and the mud
Tryna touch a band yeah I really made it up
Got my shooters on me and they really finna bust
Ops on my trace but I dance like a dove (Woah)

Sliding down blocks with my shooters like Pippen 
On the movie scenes but you ain't catch me slipping
Rewind to the start on that bitch like a written
Sliding down blocks with my shooters like Pippen
We ain't banging sets, nah none of us is Cripping
128 the gang I put it on my business (On my life)
Everybody talking but they ain't putting they chips in
When I hit 'em with the math nobody passing quizzes (ain't nobody)
I been chilling by my lonely with a few core homies
Been a minute since I kicked it without just knowing
Gotta kick the bad habits like the smoke stay blowing
But all the bad shit ain't just smoke that you blowing
These real issues, and these real lives
Everybody got issues and different people traumatized
Rape, murder, robbery, see the evil in they eyes
Pop a perc it get you lifted it'll put you in the sky
For a lil bit, for a lil while
Consequences come back and they'll bite you up in the side
When the homie called your main laying down finna die
From all the drugs y'all did and all the fucking good times now (yeah)
And I regret to see (uh) all the people popping ecstasy
Got addiction problems, standing next to me
Gotta cut em off,  I cant let it be (Like)

I've been chilling in the sticks and the mud
Tryna touch a band yeah I really made it up
Got my shooters on me and they really finna bust
Ops on my trace but I dance like a dove (Woah)

Sticks

LB - Sticks

Mixed by Vito:

Lyrics:
Hook (LB)
Took your secrets out the book
What's the blank face shorty why you shook (Yeah)
I stay writing all these hooks
Tryna make the one that'll put you in a curse for me (Yeah)
Bitch I know my worth
You ain't gonna bring me down, Steady put in work (You'll see)
And this goes out to all the motherfuckers that be plotting on me
Doubting on me tryna leave me in the dirt (Yeah)

Verse 1 (LB & Vito)
I'm speechless, If I said it then I mean it
To all my disbelievers and the bitch who was talking down now she love my sneakers (She do)
I'm finna go achieve it, kick her out the crib get head from Sabrina
Keep talking on my team then you'll go and see reports on Forbes and Bleachers (on Bleachers, Bleachers)
That bitch give me brain I'm feeling famous, pour some lean it'll put you up on a spaceship
Getting lit for the night feeling faded, worth it once and a while but the lifestyle can't take it
What your doing take your own brain and erase it, saying that your okay then the train hits
Emotions going wild demons giving facelifts, the drugs flip your minds and your thoughts can't take it

Just say something, your miles away, Just say something
And I can't keep falling backwards
Your hand in mine right after
Noticed you fall and braced myself
Now I'm reaching for the top of the shelf
Good wine have a good time
Bed spread with her hands tied
Your always in the back of my mind

Hook (LB)
Took your secrets out the book
What's the blank face shorty why you shook (Yeah)
I stay writing all these hooks
Tryna make the one that'll put you in a curse for me (Yeah)
Bitch I know my worth
You ain't gonna bring me down, Steady put in work (You'll see)
And this goes out to all the motherfuckers that be plotting on me
Doubting on me tryna leave me in the dirt (Yeah)

Verse 2 (Timothy & LB)
Real deal got me fucked up how I got to push people away
Energy just ain't the same, think I'm blind ain't even got to say
What they really thinkin, how they really feel
Not about what you speak it's about how it spills
Practice what you preach or my respect get killed
Lose it for myself sometimes but the track gets back with the wheels
Cause they don't stop moving whichever way it goes
And that circles time if you didn't pick up just keep riding I suppose
Or make use of it, cause it ain't forever
Least not for us, hard to say for better
Wrote a song for truth, that shits a letter
About how we came up, and how it's getting severed
And it kills to see, how few can see
Got to make a bop, just for you to see
What I got to say and it's been known
Watch me spread the word, and still let on

I've seen it over and over and time again
Same people running to the same friends (Yeah)
Everybody got they tendencies and flaws
You just got to pay attention don't let yourself fall apart (Yeah)
I'm not preaching I'm not saying that I'm perfect
I'm just saying everybody's lives worth it
you just need to realize to put the work in
like I said before put down them perkies

Secrets

LB - Secrets (Feat. Timothy X Vito)

Just telling my story to whoever wants to listen🎶

LB

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