yeah, new artist to listen to fs, shit so tuff

krazy

prod heyvelli
bryson tiller - been that way

epilogue

hotel

belong2me

close2me

produced by fwcal, rexv2

Yeah, yeah, yo (4x)
(Kontrabande, Rex)
Yeah, yeah, yo (3x)
I just got a boost, all these niggas fruit 
See my wrist achoo, ya' know my money blue 
And you say that's yo hoe so tell me what she tryna do?
I match up with my twin cuz' we get high if one got boof
I got-, I got-, bands for this bitch
No, you can't step like this
Yo manz' in a ditch, go getback fore' you gritz
Want fans on my dick, I'm tryn' show my ex bitch
We lag in dis' bitch, bitch tryn' hold my new dick (yea, yea)

Niggas go ou-, niggas go out sad now
Cal, he pull da' mag out
Lil Hi-Point, it's gon' jam out
My bro up, been a fan now
Who told you there was handouts?
Tryn' flex on me, pull bands out
Plan B bae we done ran out, I can't be no damn dad now
Twin ski up, pull da' gat out
Watch your back cuz' these niggas rat out
Allat' talk, tell me what it's about?
You get whacked, I don't got not one doubt
On da wave nigga, wit' a new sound
Onna' wave, niggas say I'm too bound
I get geeked, brodie say I'm spacebound
This bih' geeked really tryna come round

Nigga, we got dumb rounds
I just copped like dumb pounds
Nigga, I might jump out, choppa finna' bump loud
Plug just gave me bow-wow, hit dat nigga with da' chao, chao
Lil method for the bitches cuz' they don't know how to act now
I need somebody uhhh, to fucking slop me up
I love my body uhhh, but I still fuck it up
It's so much dope in here, boy you don't love yo' self
Bro just popped coke I hear, said he don't need no help
(No help, no help)

Yeah, yeah, yo (4x)
Yeah, yeah, yo (3x)
I just got a boost, all these niggas fruit 
See my wrist achoo, ya' know my money blue 
And you say that's yo hoe so tell me what she tryna do?
I match up with my twin cuz' we get high if one got boof
I got-, I got-, bands for this bitch
No, you can't step like this
Yo manz' in a ditch, go getback fore' you gritz
Want fans on my dick, I'm tryn' show my ex bitch
We lag in dis' bitch, bitch tryn' hold my new dick (yea, yea)

(Booted up)
(I'm booted up, on god nigga)
(On god nigga, on god nigga)
(Booted up, on god nigga)
(On god nigga, on god nigga)
(Booted up)

Boost

#scfirst



prod ?? (i dont remember if prod this pls dm so i can credit)

how i feel

1 AM

how to connect wit me: https://www.instagram.com/1ssioo?igsh=MXBjcWRjNnlmdHYyZw%3D%3D&utm_source=qr

How to connect with soma: https://www.instagram.com/fcksoma?igsh=anFncjd3amwxaTk0

sio lyrics:

Do you wanna tell me somethin,  

All the stories & lies you told,

You aint neva tell me nun, 

I seen through the receipts on your phone, 

You saying that you love me getting old, 

Am I not human to you,

Do my feelings matter at all, 

You not human after all, 

Theres no soul baby after all, 

You know you can,

Hear my cries out through the halls,

I hear that voicemail,

my back slides down the wall,

Is he better for you?,

I got so many letters for you, 

Do you wanna tell me somethin, 

All of the stories & lies you told, 

Do you wanna tell me somethin, 

Man this gettin really old, 

How could you do this to me, 

You cant be, 

velli’s lyrics:

& When I get sad I try not to look up,

I treat her like magic disappear quick asf, 

You know I aint have dis,

But I answer for nun,

Cant ask you for nun, 

Nobody got shit (Yeah),

I had to tell myself, 

I aint need nobody else, 

And I see the hoes right there (facts),

I see the bros right there,

She think she know me well, 

Bitch I don’t even know myself,

No you can’t slow me down bitch,

No you can’t-

Another cup full take it to the face,

Nobody else stealing your place,

Nobody else don’t play,

 If you rock with me girl,

I wont let you go by yourself,

And me I just float by the world,

I gotchu cause nobody will, 

And she wanna go back to hell, 

And she wanna slow down now, 

I don’t know why she changed her mind, 

Im prolly gone by now, 

Don’t even bang my line, 

Don’t even call my phone,

Don’t need you no more baby,

All of the stories & lies you told.

human (soma)

Dosage

snake hoes

produced by @uhhmarye

https://www.instagram.com/imzachrii/

lyrics: 
(i love you, zach)
zachrii:
walk you down with big tec
this hoe trynna fuck up my racks
told her im blasian
now she call me rex
she sat on my lap, she pushing my tech
this bad hoe shedding tears on leg
call that boy elmo, leaving him red
shot that boy two times with that spaz
now he need a med kit

in my mention
it’s ya hoe
she on some sad shit
she tryna guilt trip, bitch, you on bt
that boy a hoe, saying where his treaty
you is a grown man copping a plea
man, how the fuck broke niggas talk to me
my shooter run around with that bean
we put your ugly ass on a tee
man, that boy a pussy, man, he fan of me
i put a panorama on a beam
i put a panorama on a scope
this hoe a drug, nigga, just like coke
bleh

my slime poppin’ with that spaz
and my nigga, marye, getting back
free my cousin, mari, out of that trap
i’m in this hoe, finna run it back
i spend a band on this bad bitch
i’m getting green, nigga, just like cabbage
this hoe bounce on me, nigga, like a rabbit
like keep it a bean, bitch, how can i have it
bleh

i show you bread now shut the fuck up
i whip out my dick, cause she wanna supper
she throw a fit, cause i don’t wanna cuddle
this hoe tryna line me when we cuddle
we caught that boy in his bed
man, i brought out tec then i stop his snore
when i sip on deuce, nigga, that’s a shield pot
god forbid for the niggas tryna smoke my core
this hoe trynna play me like a fiddle
but she call me mi amor
i swear she a whore
this hoe on my line,
she trynna hit me up
i ain’t talking tupac shakur
yeah

ayerp: 
twin, he hit that door
nigga, you step out of line
me and zachary in this bitch
and we throwin’ 3.5
i’m with my fuckin slime
niggas tryna run up bat that nigga down (head tap)
i’m the same young nigga
doggin’ srt, do it all the time
nigga tryna run up, he fried
nigga tryna run up, get hitsticked
backseat, she wanna fuck on me
i tell that dumb bitch, kick shit
we spin your block like a wheel still
nigga tryna run up,
then he get hit with a blue tip
but if i pass it, you won’t hit him
walk it down fast, shit, in a insta

zachrii:
walk you down with big tec
this hoe trynna fuck up my racks
told her im blasian
now she call me rex
she sat on my lap, she pushing my tech
this bad hoe shedding tears on leg
call that boy elmo, leaving him red
shot that boy two times with that spaz
now he need a med kit

in my mention
it’s ya hoe
she on some sad shit
she tryna guilt trip, bitch, you on bt
that boy a hoe, saying where his treaty
you is a grown man copping a plea
man, how the fuck broke niggas talk to me
my shooter run around with that bean
we put your ugly ass on a tee
man, that boy a pussy, man, he fan of me
i put a panorama on a beam
i put a panorama on a scope
this hoe a drug, nigga, just like coke
bleh

(bitch ass, nigga
sent yo fuck-ass to the lobby
the fuck
slatt
slatt
sluhhh)

walkin ft. ayerp (uhhmarye)

6 months what a waste (Yuh Yuh)
Say that shit to my face  (you wont uh)
I was ready in the first place (oh ah)
You just worth a pack of change (oh yuh) 
6 months what a waste (Yuh Yuh)
I swear im goin insane (Ah)
You did this to me in vain (ah)
Hope you got what you came for

Talked on the phone for 6 months only 
We be on facetime you were my homie 
We be sharing gossips and our storys
Then we turned us to a damn love story 
Why did you wanna rush 
Wanted to date right in a month
I swear you just wanna fuck 
I swear I wanted us 
Nah I dont want that  
Check in the mirror 
We not okay
I see this way clearer 
We not the same anymore no filter 
You wanna pull it too early the trigger
Fighting would keep getting bigger and bigger
I thought you were the right girl the real figure
You thought I was the boy you would disfigure
Then at the end you will know the real winner
But im cool with that 
And I’m speaking facts
I know you want me for attention and that's that
You wont ever have me back 
Self love was something you lack 
I wish the best for you and all that 
You piece of shit like woah

6 months what a waste (Yuh Yuh)
Say that shit to my face  (you wont uh)
I was ready in the first place (oh ah)
You just worth a pack of change (oh yuh) 
6 months what a waste (Yuh Yuh)
I swear im goin insane (Ah)
You did this to me in vain (ah)
Hope you got what you came for

Yeah 
6 months you month played face 
What the hell is love when you lacking in faith
Its fabricated, counterfeit, and molded up, and pack it up so you just take it away, And play keep away 
Why you mask up your spirit no Miyazaki
Girl this Shit so crazy cause are love keep fading
Bitch want a deal want so lucrative when she go sign that she as big as the lakers 
She drink reposado, she downing that bottle, she wanna get fuck so she coming my way
She tell me she love then tell me she hate me I don’t where lay
Baby you fucked up my home
You fucked up my peace now you gotta get gone 
I’m a heart throb baby won’t pick up the phone
Put a gun to my head still won’t love you again 
So complicated, fake persuasion, 
got my constipated, contemplating
Of this situation I’m done you got it 
6 months down the drain you got 
Just want love again
Gotta trust my pride again 

6 months what a waste (Yuh Yuh)
Say that shit to my face  (you wont uh)
I was ready in the first place (oh ah)
You just worth a pack of change (oh yuh) 
6 months what a waste (Yuh Yuh)
I swear I'm goin insane (Ah)
You did this to me in vain (ah)
Hope you got what you came for

hotel

bean

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