MyTime

MyTime *Prod Takko **BONU$$

@vasto
yeee eyeee eyeyeyeyeyyy

rhymes:

that boy he fuck with the cops
i drop the top and im upping the glock
that bitch she trying too hard she can stop
i was just spotting the drop on an opp
i hang with mf troops bitch I hang with the gang, I'm going and passing the rock

my bro hang with lames and that gave me pain
bitch im a dog man im up in the paint
im sipping purple i feel like a saint
bad fucking artist im drawing a blank
big body truck man I ride in a tank
hitting my dance and my leg fucking stank
i hit a lick and I laugh to the bank
* I hit a lick and I laugh to the bank*
I'm counting green like the jets
these bitches they following me just like pets
she think that she got a say
she just be doing the shit that I let her
i dont miss u not the letter
i need one fuck then im better
look at my ice that shit wetter
chrome hearts up on my sweater
soon as she open her mouth then i dead her
im private like "yea bih we fucked"
out in public i swear "never met her"
bitch ima go go go go getter
bitch without you i swear this photo better
that bih a hoe, yea she a spreader
im bout my cheese yea bout my cheddar

chorus again

blank ft. vasto [+ frostd, qwentcrazy]

prod frostd , saturngates , venny

@notfroe 
@aftrrs

froe , aftrr - liar

@midwxst
prod odel and venexxi

*SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE*

aye bitch im in my bag i turn nothing into sumn
u can do addition boy go add up all my sums
bitch i sip wockesha when im driving goin dumb (shh)
u can get the clues, im countin bread, u countin crumbs

bitch im countin blues, i dont care bout u, ya bitch imma do what i do, ya 
watch that shit like a highlight reel, they all be plottin my moves ouu
spark my shit for the nighttime feel imma bust out my groove

ya he crossed me just once, thats it ya
pull up on his block i got katanas make him split ya
coppo caught me with the pack yk ill plead the 5th ya
sleeping with the fishes, fuck wit semtex, he a bitch ya

i fucked her, just once, thats it, bitch
na i had to dip she hit me with the bill we'll split it, bitch
that shit was like 200 dollars who u think u fuckin wit
no i am not jay z u not beyonce i cant fw this

aye bitch im in my bag i turn nothing into sumn
u can do addition boy go add up all my sums
bitch i sip wockesha when im driving goin dumb (shh)
u can get clues, im countin bread, u countin crumbs

(midwxst)

aye bitch im in my bag i turn nothing into sumn
u can do addition boy go add up all my sums
bitch i sip wockesha when im driving goin dumb (shh)
u can get clues, im countin bread, u countin crumbs

wockesha w/ midwxst prod venexxi & odel

delay p crissiwu + wowkt

style (feardorian x jdolla x hitgirl)

https://youtu.be/-H1l7CfS0aA
produced by fumiko

lyrics:

oh it's me wit a lot of them
but we got a lot of guns
just in case we could light it up
smokey bear mr. canada
and my goose be on canada
take a life you not man enough
keep a stick like a janitor

my big cousin a felon now
family keep me from failing out
i hope that she get the hint
hope i don't gotta spell it out
what you smelling exotic gas
this shit thrax and its super loud
did you want a hit?
cuz we smoke this shit by the pound

with you seeing clear
thought that you could hear
ain't nobody gone help ya dawg
they just think im a meal (ticket)
i won't ever beg i would never kneel
wonder why they hate me
i just keep it real

my key push to start i still ask for permission
can't see my peripheral vision
she screaming my name while im in it
i turn that lil hoe to lake michigan
make it clap like a round of applause
dont try to play you a fraud
can't be a father these clone niggas lost
niggas faking they stats why they bought?
you're a bot
you're a droid
you're a hermit
that's a drum not a toy but a foid that's for certain
(go, go)
where they hidin i must'a know
bullets eat like uncrustables
why he think he untouchable?

just send the addy we gone get em
in the backseat on my denim
can't even tax me imma split em
and that old love not the mission
i done fell in love with the dividends
sinning in my christians
yo bitch wanna fuck she don't mention it
i hope you tired of me
lil bitch don't tell me bout your day im not your diary
and i hope yo life all go to shit i hope you cry to sleep
just another hoe thats too conceited not a prize for me

oh it's me wit a lot of them
but we got a lot of guns
just in case we could light it up
smokey bear mr. canada
and my goose be on canada
take a life you not man enough
keep a stick like a janitor

my big cousin a felon now
family keep me from failing out
i hope that she get the hint
hope i don't gotta spell it out
what you smelling exotic gas
this shit thrax and its super loud
did you want a hit?
cuz we smoke this shit by the pound

oh it's me wit a lot of them
but we got a lot of guns
just in case we could light it up
smokey bear mr. canada
and my goose be on canada

and my goose be on canada

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tia kiari (prod. fumiko)

mastered by @prodjerry
produced by @prod-octo @prodjerry
featuring @terastic

[lyrics]
i put this shit on yuh
margiela coat bitch i put this shit on screamin fuck the mall
i tell that hoe that i really dont love her
made dat bitch sob
shoot at my opps
bitch wrong
smoking on runts

wit my soljas bitch
ion even know that bitch
i tote that stick ion miss
she wanna fuck like yes
big racks im the best
nine up on my chest
aimin for your neck
he wanna slide thats bet

bro got a stick like a drumma
he wanna talk down we gon drill him
bullets they hotter than summer
she want that dolce & gabanna we kill him
i never trip abt mula
i got a lotta
she still wanna steal tho
i can not live while im leanin
im off this mf perc i cant steer bro

fashion w/ tera (prod octo & jerry)

produced by @1bmud @violetnightprod111 @6narle
mastered by @prodjerry

these hoes get no motion
i put his head up for sale
i ask dat bitch how u feel
opp pack up in the air
we goin shootin aint fair
steppin they shootin they stare
margiela fur everywhere
ion rly care
know that bitch care

i run it up
im really back in my bag
that boy so broke
why would i care bitch u dont get no bags?
u aint poppin no tags?
finna walk in to saks
while he wearin rags

bitch im so booted
take these drugs im so zooted
walk up in balenci looting
if u rly sippin then prove it
i fuck that bitch she turn stupid
she fw me like all my music
im taking drugs thought u knew this
big bag on me im rutheless
she wanna fuck then lets do this

cant fw a lame hoe im real w it
uppin the chop he stand w it
bro acting slimey rain hail on him

bitch
chop with a red eye
get yo head gone
that boy so broke get shit on
my money big that shit long

Stuntin ft. Caponeti & Novastein

Kenta

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