Freaked w/ZIXMYDXCK (+cutspace)

Believe That

4ll H3r

You Don't Care

[Chorus]
Got bands when I pulled up out front
And I'm rolling big gas in a blunt
If you talk down on this, then what you want?
Got a 30 clip, I might up it and let it dump
Got a new girl, I'ma switch 'em every month
Talking 'bout bread, I know you ain't getting none
My shoes cost a band and I ain't even run
And I ain't in a band, but my choppa got a drum
I'm a young heartbreaker like Sosa
Sipping Tech and I'm rolling up doja
Murakami on my bed, on my sofa
And my girls look like they from a poster
Got a canine and I tote a fucking Cobra
Talk down on me, them shooters gon' get to know you
And my choppa gay, got a 3.8 to blow you
Pouring up Tech like I've got Pneumonia

[Verse]
Got your bitch in my phone, tell her pipe down
We know where she go when the lights out
Got a dick in my pants, that'll fight now
And I gotta bring the Patek with the ice out
And I'm copping these clothes, she wanna wear some
And I pull out these racks and I embarrass 'em
And my jeans so tight I might tear something
Hit your girl from the back and I'ma tear something, yeah
Alex McQueens, they match my Ksubi jeans
Sipping on Tech, I'm a motherfucking fiend
Got a shooter with a Glock, with a dick, with a beam
And I'm geeking so hard I can't sleep
Riding 'round with Tecs in a matte black Jeep
Got bands on my neck, pack on me, it reek
I just hit Saks Fifth, Number (N)ine got me fleek
Lil' Lista the goat
Calling up my shooter and you know we on go
Tryna catch up to me, you ain't even close
I done felt real pain, that shit hurt my soul
I watch people I loved switch up so fast
I lost people that I ain't ever gon' get back
I done ran up a bag, I ain't ever going back
Got a price on my head, so I've gotta keep a strap
Gotta keep a strap on me now
Yeah, a big old Glick, yeah, a .223
If you want smoke, come get up with me
And I've got bands like I'm on Mayweather team
And I might take a trip to Hawaii
Know they mad 'cause they wanna be just like me
These racks give me a boner, yeah they excite me
And my strap got a boner, boy I ain't fighting, no

[Chorus]
Got bands when I pulled up out front
And I'm rolling big gas in a blunt
If you talk down on this, then what you want?
Got a 30 clip, I might up it and let it dump
Got a new girl, I'ma switch 'em every month
Talking 'bout bread, I know you ain't getting none
My shoes cost a band and I ain't even run
And I ain't in a band, but my choppa got a drum
I'm a young heartbreaker like Sosa
Sipping Tech and I'm rolling up doja
Murakami on my bed, on my sofa
And my girls look like they from a poster
Got a canine and I tote a fucking Cobra
Talk down on me, them shooters gon' get to know you
And my choppa gay, got a 3.8 to blow you
Pouring up Tech like I've got Pneumonia

Real Pain

Never Know

[Chorus]
Audemars Piguet cost a grip (Yeah)
Spend a whole bag on drip (Yeah)
I got a lot of blue hundreds like a crip (Yeah)
I got a lot of bad bitches on my list
If she call me up, then you know I'm gon' hit
Spend a few bands, make it back, make it flip
I just got a ten thousand dollar outfit
Keep three straps like I'm Autumar Wick
Diamonds on my neck, Wrist Wet, they blitzin'
Gotta keep a K, might have to let out a clip
I spend a whole bag when I hit Saks Fifth
Meanwhile, you lil' boys afraid to take a risk
Hoppin' off a jet, you was hoppin' off a Lyft
Every time I step, I got diamonds on my wrist
I was down bad and it made no sense
But now I got a bag, it's been different since

[Verse]
It's been different (Yeah)
Lil' Kan got pieces hittin'
I pour the tech in the Wock, it's fizzin' (Uh uh)
I got a beam on my Glock for precision
And I'm playing while you sittin' on the benches
I hit your girl, now she a part of the collection
Boy, you're tweetin', you're just blowin' up my mentions
I just made your rent money then I spent it (Spend)
I just made your rent money then I splurged
I done felt pain and I felt real hurt
I just spilled some tech on my YSL shirt
Shooter keep a Tec, I will not get murked
Lock your family in a cell 'cause you did real dirt
Catch me standin' on my money like I'm Lil Uzi Vert
And if she gettin' annoying, she about to get curved
Living life fast, might go out like Kurt
But I can't stress it
Gotta move smart 'cause I been reckless
Forty something girls all up in my text message
Buying new clothes, but I ain't investin'
Smoking on dope, this shit doin' my chest in
And I try to remember, when my life was the same
But now I'm fallin' asleep 'cause I done poured up too much drank

[Chorus]
Audemars Piguet cost a grip
Spend a whole bag on drip
I got a lot of blue hundreds like a crip
I got a lot of bad bitches on my list
If she call me up, then you know I'm gon' hit
Spend a few bands, make it back, make it flip
I just got a ten thousand dollar outfit
Keep three straps like I'm Autumar Wick
Diamonds on my neck, wrist wet, they blitzin'
Gotta keep a K, might have to let out a clip
I spend a whole bag when I hit Saks Fifth
Meanwhile, you lil' boys afraid to take a risk
Hoppin' off a jet, you was hoppin' off a Lyft
Every time I step, I got diamonds on my wrist
I was down bad and it made no sense
But now I got a bag, it's been different since

make it back

Mai dai fuck

Fuck off i don't need u anymore 
u said that I'm mean but u did me wrong
The sweater that I gave u to keep u warm
I caught u fucking with him u left me cold
So gave me my sweater back
Don't throw it in the trash can
That's my fav one
Tonight imma hug my sweater
Then think about our memories

Cuz maybe a little I still love you
I've been crying all night cuz I'm thinking bout you
You text says you're sorry don't bother you
Just let me go I know u ran outta love
I know you feel kinda bad but I'm the one who's hurt
Don't fall too deep that's the lesson I learn
You said I would left you 
you left me first
We travel couple months it's the end of the road

GIVE ME MY SWEATER BACK!!! (4lexf)

Runaway

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