2023

Rocking A Cardigan In Atlanta (Remix)

Kai Cenat - Bustdown Rollie Avalanche Ft. NLE Choppa

VIM - Spotlight Sessions

Lyrics -

[Verse 1: Lil Mabu:] 
I could never snitch
That’s on my kids
I put a choppa on a blade
Put a blade on a switch
I keep my right hand spinning
Like my last name Smith
I-I-I-I don’t miss
I’m making money while I piss
Like

[Verse 2: Dusty Locane]

Double M bitch we the fever (Fever)
Dead off the muddy, go pour up a liter
Bag on his head, he a Peter (Peter)
Glock-19 and I'm naming it Tina (Tina)
One-sixty on the dash, ain’t checking the meter (The meter)
You better not miss, that switch leave him with amnesia (Ergh)

[Verse 3: Lil Mabu]
I got a plug from the P, free Snow, damn, thе cops got him
Cock one, make the block run, opps duck
Got the drop on somе funds, man, I'm finna cop some (Cop what?)
I'm finna cop that icey piece from Lyana (Grrah)

[Verse 4: Dusty Locane]
I got to keep it thorough, I ain't one of them
Y'all niggas dick ride, go get back for the nigga you call your friend
Cut that fake shit, all pretend
If I miss, I spin again
Spin again, spin again, and I might just hit his— (Shh)

[Chorus: Lil Mabu]
I could never snitch (Gang, gang, gang)
That's on my kids (Yeah)
I put a choppa on the blade, he put a blade on a switch
I keep my right hand spinnin' like my last name Smith (My last name Smith)
I don't miss, I'm making money while I piss, like

[Verse 5: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane]
Hop out the Scat', where my shooters at? Guess they running late
All my opps probably smoking rocks so I got time to waste
Picked up my pace, 'cause I saw a shop ten feet down the block
Ain’t got a lock, so I walk into it, then I saw the boss
And he like, "Hi, how's your day?" I said, "I'm doing great"
Then I upped it at his face and I said, "Open up that case"
I took a chain, and a pendant too, depending on my mood
I need to run, but the front is shut, I only got one tool (Get out my way)
Then I saw twelve, Dusty rang my bell
He said, "What's the move?" (What's the move?)
I said, "I'm doomed"
'Cause the cops just said that if I move, they shoot
Said, "You a fool.”
(If you got the jewels then I'll be there at 2)
Now I'm pacing, and my heart is racing, don't know what to do
I'm acting cool, drippy like a pool, waiting for the goons
Then I seen 05 let off two, we starting racing with the loot 

[Bridge: Lil Mabu]
(Don't run, don't trip, gah)
(Don't run, don't trip, gah, gah)
Gang, gang, gang
(Grr, we started, grrah)
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane]
I could never snitch (Gang, gang, gang)
That's on my kids (Yeah)
I put a choppa on the blade, he put a blade on a switch
I keep my right hand spinnin' like my last name Smith (My last name Smith)
I don't miss, I'm making money while I piss, like

[Verse 6: Dusty Locane & Lil Mabu]
How many niggas you know is ready to spin when it's time for the drama?
I'm letting off every son up in this clip, I put that shit on my momma
The homies told me, "Chill out," back on his head so he dying proper
We might've mixed it up with fentanyl, somebody go call him a doctor
Ayo Double M’s what’s the word
First nigga run up, get hit with that— 

(Mabu)
And you know I ain’t missing that 
Got a beam on my head with a fitted mask 

Pussy niggas be all for the chitta chat
I'ma run down on boy, knock his fitted cap (Yo pass that)

Cane say no to the poll, so now I'm gon' beat him down with a bat
I put an opp in a wheelchair, give me like an hour, I'm leaving him flat (Hahahaha)

I got a custom boot with your face on it—
Now he off the map (Ergh)

NO SNITCHING (with Dusty Locane)

The Twin Society

ROCKING A CARDIGAN IN ATLANTA

Lyrics: 

Like, grrah
Like, like
Spinnin' through, try catch me a roller
Oh, he lackin'? Run him over
Fuck the Sev' block
I'm the owner, I'm smokin' on dead opps, ain't no floaters
He tryna run but I click and it's over
Oh, he with his kid? Then I'm kickin' his shoulder
Fuck a drive-by, I'ma get closer
Dougie got shot now he shakin' his shoulders
Smokin' I'm smokin' on Notti, y'all feds
Ayy, yo, DD, you next
When I bend through the Hill, bitch, I'm lookin' for wreck
Like, like I'ma leave that lil' boy in his neck
Fuck Bobby, that nigga died on the steps
And fuck Dotti, he put himself right to rest, like-
EDot got put right to bed, like-
He shot his self in his head
How y'all smokin' on niggas y'all don't even know?
Now it's cool, oh my God, we smokin' y'all bros
And tell Nas to pick up the phone, that-that's a no
Spin through the Sev' tryna catch him and go
Like, I-I try to up it and blow
He can't run once I shoot through the coat
He-he gon' die once he mention my bro
I can't love on no thot, I can't link with no thot
Like, I-I ain't trust none of that shit
Like, I don't care about none of that shit
Like, give a fuck 'bout none of that shit, like we-
He really rap what he not
I'm tryna shoot 'til he drop
If he thinkin' it's sweet, I'ma knock off his top
When I spin through the Sev', I'ma dump every shot
Spinnin' through, try catch me a roller
Oh, he lackin'? Run him over
Fuck the Sev' block
I'm the owner, I'm smokin' on dead opps, ain't no floaters
He tryna run but I click and it's over
Oh, he with his kid? Then I'm kickin' his shoulder
Fuck a drive-by, I'ma get closer
Dougie got shot now he shakin' his shoulders

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