Believe That

4ll H3r

Ou La La (remix) ft. luci

You Don't Care

RockSt4rBoy

[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

lyrics :

I got the whip in the McLaren 
That's y ur bih she be giving me neck
She wanna ride just hop in
I got them bands so my pocket flexing
Hit that lil ho from the back
I'm clapping her cheeks cuz that 
shit was so fat
Spending my cash and I make it right back
I got the whip in the McLaren 
That's y ur bih she be giving me neck
She wanna ride just hop in
I got them bands so my pocket flexing
Hit that lil ho from the back
I'm clapping her cheeks cuz that 
shit was so fat
Spending my cash and I make it right back

You better know that I needed the guap
Say you wanted my love but u still be a thot
When I got no good u turn me into dust
Fuck
Boy he a snitch his mouth getting flood
You're not in the team I'm cutting u off
You're not in the pic cuz I did the crop
Dam
You call me a lame but just look at ur man
Ur boy he a pussy he ain't gon do thang
I'm rising to top lil bitch don't you blink
Aye
I got dem W you be taking L's
Boy u stab my back don't call me ur pal
I'm fucking ur bitch cuz she was adorable
Shit was so sweet that shit was edible
Pussy so wet she gon need some towel
I wrote my own story never need pencil
I know I'll be poppin but ion do pop

I got the whip in the McLaren 
That's y ur bih she be giving me neck
She wanna ride just hop in
I got them bands so my pocket flexing
Hit that lil ho from the back
I'm clapping her cheeks cuz that 
shit was so fat
Spending my cash and I make it right back
I got the whip in the McLaren 
That's y ur bih she be giving me neck
She wanna ride just hop in
I got them bands so my pocket flexing
Hit that lil ho from the back
I'm clapping her cheeks cuz that 
shit was so fat
Spending my cash and I make it right back





You Don't Care

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