PRODUCED BY REXV2 @rexv2s

[LYRICS]
spin yo’ block, ima trash it
ops tryna’ spin, casket
b*tch, get back
i got big, racks
and my b*tch, bad (ahhh)
they like lil rex he did, that
pockets crip, mac
i got big, macs
pockets big, max
you flex, we lick that
like what you did, yeah
you aint’ did sh*t, yeah
flash on the stick (flehh)
balenci mismatch (ahhh)
she suck my d*ck
lil’ b*tch give my d*ck, back
new yori britches, yeah
okay this b*tch bad, okay
this b*tch, yeah
you ain’t said sh*t, no
ima dismiss that
this a FN pole
get yo’ wig split
you ain’ from the slums, from the trenches
smack him like he gum, boy watch yo’ tongue
this choppa big b*tch
put the FN to his face like butterfly kisses
ex, know she miss this
when you text, ian’ get sh*t

why you left, ian’ did sh*t
you know how i did you 
you know ian’ meant to
you know that i loved you
what the f*ck is wrong with my mental
lately just tryna’ touch you
this sh*t not even sexual 
you been tryna’ do your own thing
and i’m letting you

ops tryna’ spin, casket
b*tch, get back
i got big, racks
and my b*tch, bad (ahhh)
they like lil rex he did, that
pockets crip, mac
i got big, macs
pockets big, max
you flex, we lick that
like what you did, yeah
you aint’ did sh*t, yeah
flash on the stick (flehh)
balenci mismatch (ahhh)

BUTTERFLY KISSES

butterfly kisses

LYRICS:

I don't like to talk unless we talking bread
He talking 'bout my gang he a dead man walking, walking dead
If I call up lil Greg, he gon' slide down like a fucking sled
Big ass rock in my ear, I couldn't even hear what you fucking said
Call my dog he chalking
Big ass choppa, turn you to Steve Hawkins
Like some dreads I'm locked in
Got some bread and now these hoes they flocking
Fake ass niggas flauging, ROP we mobbing
Cut the snakes I'm cropping 
Hoe mad that she stalking me, me, me

Me, me, me
Came in with lil bbb, you toting bbb's
Slide with hammers like King Dedede, dedede
On his head just like some beady beads, beady beads
Your bitch give me head like DDT, yeah yeah DDT
Your bitch she hippity hop on the d
Brand new whip, don't got no keys
Puffing on za, niggas smoking on reef'
Yeah, chop make him run like Tyreek
Yeah, your music ass yeah it stink
Uh, putting on for my team
Yeah, bad hoe like to swipe visas
Paint her face like-, damn
Paint her face, Mona Lisa
I don't want her you can keep her
Yeah, with my dog just like Kiba
Yeah, boutta blow like a creeper
Bad bitch give me brain like a teacher
Yeah, we gon' put him on a t-shirt
Pull out that glock, nigga nice to meet ya
Damn, neck cold like a freezer
So I got to carry my heater
Yeah, hoe acting like I need her
Bitch, you just my favorite eater
Damn, in the field like-, fuck
In the field Derek Jeter
Damn, counting chips no pita
Ride with that griffin nigga no Peter

I don't like to talk unless we talking bread
He talking 'bout my gang he a dead man walking, walking dead
If I call up lil Greg, he gon' slide down like a fucking sled
Big ass rock in my ear, I couldn't even hear what you fucking said
Call my dog he chalking
Big ass choppa, turn you to Steve Hawkins
Like some dreads I'm locked in
Got some bread and now these hoes they flocking
Fake ass niggas flauging, ROP we mobbing
Cut the snakes I'm cropping 
Hoe mad that she stalking me, me, me

Stalkin (Prod. Bryalle & Swish)

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Money (ft. ayerp)

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