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Prod. Sixaveli

LYRICS:

[Intro: LP Rambo]
Raaaaa (Hahaha)
Aye
Okay
Uhhh huh
Uh huh uh huh

[Verse 1: LP Rambo]
Skrrrrrrrrrr
Hop in that bitch and I vanish
Veli gon' go off the planet
I'm with Vegeta on Namek, aye
I know that nigga can't stand me, aye
He see me he be like damn it, aye
I’m with my twin slamming rakes (slam)
I’m on the moon, where is Shoota
With them sorority bitches, uh
I’m with my brother right or wrong I’m going to War! with them niggas, uh
Pelle Pelle coat on I’m always supporting them niggas, Rrr
She should have swallowed you and if not that she should have aborted you nigga
Bitch I’m a villain I fuck up the mood and shit
Sprite bottles all on the moon shit
Fighting with Shoota bout music shit
Know that’s my brother we cool and shit
She wanna float on my body, aye
I wanna float on biscotti
It be just me vs the world like Scottie
New opp, new smoke, new body
These niggas be tryna copy, these niggas they be too sloppy
I told my brother I got you, you got me
He just said Veli and I know he got me
I’m at the teller I know that she got me
I need them racks, I need racks
And I can promise I said it like that
I get the cash and I’m headed right back
Back on the moon with that cash in my hand
Back in the moon you just won’t understand
My money growing, according to plan
Hot and it’s snowing, according to plan
Bitch it’s young Veli the man with a plan
Yeah, man with a plan
Started with pot and a pan
Ended up not on this land
Ended up higher then you, uh
I’m out of orbit with 2 cups
I’m getting called, it’s from Shoota
I told him this shit was too much
I sent the verse to Tex, then argue with bae cause why she upset
Why she upset I’m up next
Why you upset when I’m blessed

[Verse 2: Dys Davinci]
Wahhhh!
I’m in that Cayenne, tires they burn like the name
Don’t deal with birds, Canary the chain
Ho, come with the perks, don’t come with the pain
Irking my nerves, just reaching, complaining
Come with a curse, I mean it, I hate it
Come with a urge to leave somebody nameless
Drive up the curb won’t leave without spraying
Come with the bread, I’m dropping the wheat
Feel like the Lorax, Truffle the tree
That boy’ll be dead in the trunk for free
White bitch Ones, a nigga get creased
I be in the lab, geeked up but no Breaking Bad
If it’s beef, I’m keeping that tab
Meet up at your grave when I crash
I’m on that jigga just rocking Chinchilla
It’s hotter than Hades, it cover the strap
Touching them digits, just moving my figures
I got a Manila that’s full of them bags
I’m just the realer, my ego get bigger
I look in the mirror and see it like that
I remember back when I couldn’t get features
They ask me for opens, I give ‘em the scraps
Nowadays, I’m deep in my bag with no help so why would I ask
It was stages I couldn’t pass, now the stage is where I’ll be at
Ain’t no Nike, I sponsor the mags
I’m from the O, but I need me a rack
I miss a chance then I’ll get it back
How you get the racks? I did what I had to

[Outro: Dys Davinci]
The fuck

WAR!

+V3G3TA (feat. LP Rambo)

Prod. Dys Davinci

LYRICS:

[Chorus]
In a two seater, took off the head
And that nigga gon' bite the bullet, if I see him I'm scheming with lead
Turned a Polo to a Yeezy, so many holes in him, thought that he shred
Nina ain't a ho though, but she easy, she get to busting 'fore I'm out of bed
I remember back, I ain't have a pole though, I had to beat a nigga with a wrench
And I got a Glock now, but I'll still do it, I ain't never needed no repent
And I let it "Grah! Bow!" if you feel stupid, I ain't never giving up a cent
Boy, you need to seat her, I'm in that two seater with your favorite eater and we playing fetch

[Verse]
I don't really need you, bitch, that's what I told you
I don't take no chances, fuck up once, don't know you
I don't take no advance, get bucked, ho, I don't know you
I don't do no plans, I just make bands in a fit blacker than Olu
Middle of the day, get dead off the Goose
Couple of shots, it feel like a Nuke
24K to cover the tooth, shit that made Rabby go jump out the Coupe
I'm at the stage where nothing is cool
A whole lot to gain, a whole lot to lose
A whole lot of rank, a whole lot of crews
A whole lot of drank, a whole lot of booze
Ah, don't share no concern how it turns out
I stay with my heat 'till it burn out
'Cause niggas be wishing the worst now
It ain't too much left we could work out
That boy couldn't go up, he hurt, ow
Niggas be mixing the worst styles
Hated, I hope that he learn now
All that bitching just getting you turned down
I don't be on that yerk no more but I stay with that Roxy like Robby Ray
And I don't be in that church no more, who giving these demons a lot to say?
And it's like 3AM and I'm bored, I might hit that whore with a "Hi" today
Taking that pussy to war, she hit me at 4, I'm pulling up right away

[Chorus]
In a two seater, took off the head
And that nigga gon' bite the bullet, if I see him I'm scheming with lead
Turned a Polo to a Yeezy, so many holes in him, thought that he shred
Nina ain't a ho though, but she easy, she get to busting 'fore I'm out of bed
I remember back, I ain't have a pole though, I had to beat a nigga with a wrench
And I got a Glock now, but I'll still do it, I ain't never needed no repent
And I let it "Grah! Bow!" if you feel stupid, I ain't never giving up a cent
Boy, you need to seat her, I'm in that two seater with your favorite eater and we playing fetch

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FUKBENIHANAS

Breaking tha bank - /xxx/ - Flexx!

Different Element (Outer BODY)

LYRICS:

[Chorus: Dys Davinci]
I make the S80 move like a Chiron, I ain’t got up there with Uzi
Yeah, I can’t be playing them games like “We’re on” niggas’ll act like they knew me
Talk about winning, if not, you gon’ lose me
Laugh to the bank ‘cause my money amuse me
Racks in the safe, they come out when at Louis
(Racks in the safe, they come out when at Louis)

[Verse 1: Dys Davinci]
Cartiers on my face, they on the table, I don’t wanna see no more
These niggas not catching a case, they like them fables, they ain’t wanna seem like hoes
Got a new beam, that green light go
Serve him the green, my fiend like no
I don’t like meeting if we not close
That’s how it be, it don’t mean that we foes 
You know how I be, I be ghost
When I’m back, I’ll be pushing the Rolls
I’ll be seated, I need some control
The money and weed console me
That fake conceit shit, it get old
That vacancy finna get sold
That ain’t what I need, what I know
Y’all couldn’t be me if I OD’d
Where you wan’ go? I’m thinking Celine
After we go, I need the McQueen
I’m feeling low, the plug will be seen
Like Cory Gunz, I’m out of that bean
I love to float, don’t mean I’m a fiend
Bro finna blow, that’s what I foreseen
He in the Bimmer pushing the speed
I’m spilling reefer all in the seats
I’ll be stressed but I don’t rest, I don’t really feel like nodding
I be depressed without a check, when you see me, I’m plotting
Lately, I ain’t been feeling that often
When I look at me, I see a prophet 
It was nothing, I made me an option
That’s why nobody came in to stop it

[Chorus: Dys Davinci]
I make the S80 move like a Chiron, I ain’t got up there with Uzi
Yeah, I can’t be playing them games like “We’re on” niggas’ll act like they knew me
Talk about winning, if not, you gon’ lose me
Laugh to the bank ‘cause my money amuse me
Racks in the safe, they come out when at Louis

[Verse 2: LP Rambo]
I’m slamming hard on the brakes tryna get to the spot
Bitch, don’t give out the drop, yeah, bitch dont talk to the opps, no
Bitch, go get you a knot, I don’t have friends ‘cause I know they gone plot
Niggas ain’t gone help me up if I drop
Just me and this Jack in the Box
Sle-ee-eep, I can’t sle-ee-eep
I love le-ean, lick it off my te-ee-eth
I got three rings like I’m in the le-ee-eague
You want smoke, boy we come through with the bre-ee-eze
I’m like a dark corner because niggas fear what they cant se-ee
Boy me and my piece be connected like 3G
Boy dont play with me-ee, nigga soul gone be free
Vibe on E.T., think my bae gone leave me

[Chorus: Dys Davinci]
I make the S80 move like a Chiron, I ain’t got up there with Uzi
Yeah, I can’t be playing them games like “We’re on” niggas’ll act like they knew me
Talk about winning, if not, you gon’ lose me
Laugh to the bank ‘cause my money amuse me
Racks in the safe, they come out when at Louis
(Racks in the safe, they come out when at Louis)

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