Rax in P alvynn

TTWH

Prod birdbusiness 
“If I do you wrong, baby, you can’t get yo’ get back.
If I do you wrong, baby, you can’t get yo’ get back.”

“Birdbusiness — what up?”

Yeah, yeah — yo, yo, yo, yo.
How you mad but you been blowin’ up my phone?
She don’t want no love; bitch, she just want the bone.
Smokin’ on green, lookin’ like I’m Chinese.
She just hit my line, yeah: “You got you what you need?”
I could never snitch on my bros — no, I don’t play that.
Why that? Nigga run up on this car, gon’ push his fro back.
12 come ask me questions; I just act like I don’t know that.
I got big-ass bills in my pocket — you can’t hold that.
I got big-ass bills in my pocket — that’s some big racks.
Twin Nem pop outside the cut; nigga got that big gat.


“If I do you wrong, baby, you can’t get yo’ get back.
If I do you wrong, baby, you can’t get yo’ get back.”

If you speak up on my name, nigga, we gon’ clap you.
If you speak up on my name, Glock chew you like dog food.
Left her in the past; now she come back like a dog do
you know I don’t love you, baby girl I’m just gon’ dog you — dog you.

How you mad but you been blowin’ up my phone?
She don’t want no love; bitch, she just want the bone.
Smokin’ on green, lookin’ like I’m Chinese.
She just hit my line, yeah: “Got you what 
you need?”

Get Back

The Same Feat 2guns Prod Heyylotus

(Lyrics)

I just popped out with that fuckin’ denim on yeah,
  I just popped out with that fuckin’ denim on yeah, 
  I just popped out with that fuckin’ denim on yeah.

Bitch, I’m tired of lies,
Pop out with the gang, we get fried like Five Guys.
Youngin’ get these racks, he don’t work no 9  5,
Yeah, she pop that X, hop in that pussy, nose dive.

Yeah, my n***as scam, finesse — he been makin’ checks,
And I got this strong pack, DJ Khaled, it’s the best.
Run up on me wrong, send some shots straight to your chest,
And I’m aimin’ at your head, give a fuck about your vest.

Walk his ass down with the Drac’, we leave him stretched,
Told her don’t even hit my phone when she text.
Leave her on read — huh, uh-huh.
Smoke this blunt, got too high, don’t know what you said — uh, uh-huh.

Pop three pills, got too much stuck in my head — yeah, uh-huh.
Pop these pills, got too geeked off of these meds — yeah, uh-huh.
I don’t want you, I want your best friend instead Yeah.

Bitch, I’m tired of lies,
Pop out with the gang, we get fried like Five Guys.
Youngin’ get these racks, he don’t work no 9 5,
Yeah, she pop that X, hop in that pussy, nose dive.

Yeah, my n***as scam, finesse — he been makin’ checks,
And I got this strong pack, DJ Khaled, it’s the best.
Run up on me wrong, send some shots straight to your chest,
And I’m aimin’ at your head, give a fuck about your vest.

NOSEDIVE PROD > Princeslatt

Im locked in so high, still locked in. The love is fake — don’t play no games wit me, ok? Finna push that whip, gon speed off. 12 pull up, we gon speed off. Remember them times with my love; you ain’t want it. Now I’m sippin on qua, ‘cause I’m stuck in the moment. Don’t play wit my love, ’cause that shit run deep. No, you not stuck here — you know you can leave. You actin brand new when u answer the phone. Said I fucked up; you the one did me wrong.

Beat dat ho back in, but you know the rest. I do that ho jus like I do all the rest. Ni nigga try to play, cant duck, no fade. I’m off the meds like ok; she tryna fuck on da guys. I turn around, fuck her bsf da next day. Think you the only one? You’ll get replaced. Run his ass down, no face an no case. Nikkas will lie to your face, then eat off your plate, then act like everything ok.

Im locked in so high, still locked in. The love is fake — don’t play no games wit me, ok? Finna push that whip, gon speed off. 12 pull up, we gon speed off. Remember them times with my love; you ain’t want it. Now I’m sippin on qua, ‘cause I’m stuck in the moment.

Speed Off Prod Twinglkxs

I’m beating that road up, yeah, I’m gettin that bag.
Why he talking that shit just like he on that?
Nigga know where I’m at.
Fuck this love shit, I been gettin attached.
Get too high, nigga don’t know how to act.
Tell that bitch nigga stop hittin my phone.
Pass me the meds, no we ain’t goin home.



Ride round this whip like I stole this bitch.
Smoking on gas, you can’t see through the tint.
She want my bread, but I told the ho hell no.
Look in your eyes while they doin you dead wrong.

I chased the wrong shit, now I’m chasing a bag.
Dirty ass money, get cheese like a rat.
But I promise you nigga, I ain’t been no rat.

Like baby, that pussy amazing.
Thinking bout you when I’m all on the road.
And I still like when your name pop up on my phone.
And I hope He don’t try me, cause I got that chrome.

Exotic that gas, that’s what’s up in this wood.
Numb all the pain with the drugs and the music.
Speak from the heart, niggas know this shit fluent.
If she did me wrong, why the fuck would you do it?



I’m beating that road up, yeah, I’m gettin that bag.
Why he talking that shit just like he on that?
Nigga know where I’m at.
Fuck this love shit, I been gettin attached.
Get too high, nigga don’t know how to act.
Tell that bitch nigga stop hittin my phone.
Pass me the meds, no we ain’t goin home.

ACT Prod Slxwly

Produced By Rhesp 

Mixed By Me

Lyrics [Hook]
Wake up counting racks, you not gettin no money.
I told that bitch go hold my fye, I heard the law was coming.
Smoking on za, nigga got the trap jumping.
Know that that ho blowing dick like a trumpet.
Nigga so high like he up in the cockpit.
Yeah, I been up but a nigga ain’t signed yet.
I step on they neck like some dogshit.
Love, you know I had to let that shit go.
These niggas be talking that shit like they on that,
Finna pull on them, let that shit blow.
Pss pss, that’s shots at your door.
Uh huh, yeah she love when I’m in it.
Damn, that bitch so bad, I ain’t even think bout my last main ho in a minute.
She want me, she want me, no strings attached,
Was thinkin bout that, where my heart been at?
Too too many meds, have a heart attack.
And I got no friends, but I’m fine with that.
Play with me nigga, you finished, yeah
I’m in your bitch mouth like a dentist.
I feel like I’m Melly, got mind of a menace.
Bad bitch gon shoot my shot, Rodman no Dennis.
Keep me a ratchet on side like it’s tennis.
You don’t spit like me, don’t try to diminish.
Keep all that cap shit out of my image.
Been smokin on green, gettin green like some spinach.
You was never around but now you around,
Tell me is it cause I’m gettin bread like I’m British?
Tryna lay in a stack, can you picture that image?
Run round this beat but this shit not a scrimmage.

⸻ “So Pathetic”

[Hook Reprise]
Wake up counting racks, you not gettin no money.
I told that bitch go hold my fye, I heard the law was coming.
Smoking on za, nigga got the trap jumping.
Know that that ho blowing dick like a trumpet.
Nigga so high like he up in the cockpit.
Yeah, I been up but a nigga ain’t signed yet.
Been beating my feet but I stick to the code.
How you my twin when you tried to backdoor?

Scrimmage

Rather get swag, lil’ bitch, can’t fuck with no relationships, naw
Rather get swag, lil’ bitch, yeah.
Rather get swag, lil’ bitch, don’t fuck with relationships.
Rather get swag, lil’ bitch, can’t fuck with relationships, and I put that fye up on ‘em.
Best believe when I hit, I don’t miss.
She got that brain, she goin’ too dumb.
Ever seen hundreds get thrown like some ones?
I get that bih like a game turned on.
Walk ‘em down right where he stand—where you goin’?
300 blackout, nigga run up on me, he finna black out.
She steady mad, don’t know what to do, bae.
I’m not pickin’ no sides, I won’t choose.
Hope I don’t OD, end up on the news.
Pull up on brudda, ask him what’s the news.
Too many meds got me actin’ confused.
Hit her phone—why she been actin’ brand new?
Still get that bih wet just like a cruise.
21 minutes, pull up with that Uzi.
She not my bih, been knew—she was a groupie, tryna play.
Bih been knew, what you doin’?
Kicked the ho out the spot—Nike: just do it.
Pull out the rod but is you gon’ use it?
Shoot my shot just like a candle—I blew it, yeah.
Shoot my shot just like a candle—I blew it, yeah.

Rather get swag, lil’ bitch, can’t fuck with relationships, and I put that fye up on ‘em.
Best believe when I hit, I don’t miss.
She got that brain, she goin’ too dumb.
Ever seen hundreds get thrown like some ones?
I get that bih like a game turned on.
Walk ‘em down right where he stand—where you goin’?

Where Yu Goin ?

Prod twinglkxs
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JZdo2QRZbfo&pp=ygUFeTNya2vSBwkJAwoBhyohjO8%3D

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