Name: His 100Lb Life by M8sin
Duration: 2 min 31 s
Description: a song for my friend who is losing weight

Lyrics -

[Verse 1: Lil Mabu:] 
I could never snitch
That’s on my kids
I put a choppa on a blade
Put a blade on a switch
I keep my right hand spinning
Like my last name Smith
I-I-I-I don’t miss
I’m making money while I piss
Like

[Verse 2: Dusty Locane]

Double M bitch we the fever (Fever)
Dead off the muddy, go pour up a liter
Bag on his head, he a Peter (Peter)
Glock-19 and I'm naming it Tina (Tina)
One-sixty on the dash, ain’t checking the meter (The meter)
You better not miss, that switch leave him with amnesia (Ergh)

[Verse 3: Lil Mabu]
I got a plug from the P, free Snow, damn, thе cops got him
Cock one, make the block run, opps duck
Got the drop on somе funds, man, I'm finna cop some (Cop what?)
I'm finna cop that icey piece from Lyana (Grrah)

[Verse 4: Dusty Locane]
I got to keep it thorough, I ain't one of them
Y'all niggas dick ride, go get back for the nigga you call your friend
Cut that fake shit, all pretend
If I miss, I spin again
Spin again, spin again, and I might just hit his— (Shh)

[Chorus: Lil Mabu]
I could never snitch (Gang, gang, gang)
That's on my kids (Yeah)
I put a choppa on the blade, he put a blade on a switch
I keep my right hand spinnin' like my last name Smith (My last name Smith)
I don't miss, I'm making money while I piss, like

[Verse 5: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane]
Hop out the Scat', where my shooters at? Guess they running late
All my opps probably smoking rocks so I got time to waste
Picked up my pace, 'cause I saw a shop ten feet down the block
Ain’t got a lock, so I walk into it, then I saw the boss
And he like, "Hi, how's your day?" I said, "I'm doing great"
Then I upped it at his face and I said, "Open up that case"
I took a chain, and a pendant too, depending on my mood
I need to run, but the front is shut, I only got one tool (Get out my way)
Then I saw twelve, Dusty rang my bell
He said, "What's the move?" (What's the move?)
I said, "I'm doomed"
'Cause the cops just said that if I move, they shoot
Said, "You a fool.”
(If you got the jewels then I'll be there at 2)
Now I'm pacing, and my heart is racing, don't know what to do
I'm acting cool, drippy like a pool, waiting for the goons
Then I seen 05 let off two, we starting racing with the loot 

[Bridge: Lil Mabu]
(Don't run, don't trip, gah)
(Don't run, don't trip, gah, gah)
Gang, gang, gang
(Grr, we started, grrah)
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: Lil Mabu & Dusty Locane]
I could never snitch (Gang, gang, gang)
That's on my kids (Yeah)
I put a choppa on the blade, he put a blade on a switch
I keep my right hand spinnin' like my last name Smith (My last name Smith)
I don't miss, I'm making money while I piss, like

[Verse 6: Dusty Locane & Lil Mabu]
How many niggas you know is ready to spin when it's time for the drama?
I'm letting off every son up in this clip, I put that shit on my momma
The homies told me, "Chill out," back on his head so he dying proper
We might've mixed it up with fentanyl, somebody go call him a doctor
Ayo Double M’s what’s the word
First nigga run up, get hit with that— 

(Mabu)
And you know I ain’t missing that 
Got a beam on my head with a fitted mask 

Pussy niggas be all for the chitta chat
I'ma run down on boy, knock his fitted cap (Yo pass that)

Cane say no to the poll, so now I'm gon' beat him down with a bat
I put an opp in a wheelchair, give me like an hour, I'm leaving him flat (Hahahaha)

I got a custom boot with your face on it—
Now he off the map (Ergh)

NO SNITCHING (with Dusty Locane)

Switch Sides

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One Diss, Two Diss

@Everyone

a song for my friend who is losing weight

His 100Lb Life

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Stole your shit, slam to the ground and i piss on it
Bitch my diss songs they always hit
I'm international cause i bitch slapped a brit
Sign this brick, prick
Need a name for the fucka who sucked my dick

You can't handle stick, manually hit a ditch
Lollipop, hit a lick
Win all nine rounds and still never be picked
Rig the poll and dip, face fuck and never respect a chick
Jenga I'm on top of it, face on the curb and I'm stomping it

I'm lit
Stephen hawking just walked into bill Clinton's offices
And started drop kicked misogynist, Gaspin for oxygen
Where's hawk and lox again? where Y'all Poppin those naughty pens

I'm Not Racist I respect the color of a penguin, Hangin' with, Will Smith,and westen, Outdoors questin', Jada on his back like "who you textin'?'

Now I'm, avoiding black cards like I'm playing code-words
Codenames, lobotomy, half brain
And you'd still act the same, go practice aim, you're bad this game
That time of season, flow breezin, Background of myself Screamin'
I ain't Leafin', I Ain't Leavin', Listen Closer
Teardown all my Brittany posters, you still got up most of yours
Actin' Like a encaged Bird
Burning from light, punch you straight with this mic
I ain't release this year and that's all right
I tend to get side tracked, i meant work on tracks on the side
You dissed me, i mean at least you tried
You go for feelings, when you get too fried
Everyone's your friend then which ones mine
Just last week you wanted to write lines
I'm fake on the side, you believe in Herobrine
Giving knowledge to you is a crime

You're a bigger mistake, then my song, Switch sides
Cause nobody wants you here, I'm shouting lox
I'm writing so many bops, we tight like a knot, unlock and start shooting at cops
Hardstuck is a bop, you stick with a mop, Obituary audio got me runnin' from cops
I'm clever for blocks, Kool-Aid stain on my socks
New songs lames if you can't keep it tame, then go away from game
You been dumb since first grade
Dog, obey, sit, stay, back to your cage
Like Travis, watch this violence from a stage
Hours of rage and i got nothing left to say

His 100Lb Life

M8sin

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