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Lyrics:
I be making songs for the trappers and scammers
Nigga ass unknown if we catch him we blam em 
He ain keep it P, still got put behind the slammer
Nigga sippin green, wonder why that boy cant stand up

Only fuck on fine shit
Think she playing mind games
Falling for my mind tricks 
She think ima cuff her
She must be a dumb bitch 
Niggas always cloning 
Lil boy find your own shit 
Niggas could not buy swag
I wouldn't even loan it

This that cash making music!!!
Buy designer bags get the pussy, I abuse it
She get mad when ion text back she gon lose it
In a widebody hellcat bitch we cruisin 

This that getting to the money music 
Yeah im sittin back getting to the money boolin 
Ain no dumb ass nigga who the fuck you foolin

Yeah im sittin back, and I watch that lil shit coming in
Nigga spin back, ima kill another one of your men 
Nigga stand back, nigga come up close he could get hit
Got a bad bitch she gon pull up she gon suck dis dick 

Ain no famine all my motherfuckin family fed
Got some bad shit, she tryn pull up play wit a nigga dreads
My lil brudda a bad jit, tell him to keep playing round gon end up dead

I go thru shit to, I jus do not let them know 
My lil brudda came thru trippin crackas knocking at my door
My young niggas in that field, call my niggas up dat score
I jus got a 100 round aim that shit at your afro
How da fuck do that shit sound? 
Bitch have anything you want
Caught that nigga outta bounds 
Now that nigga outta luck

I be making songs for the trappers and scammers
Nigga ass unknown if we catch him we blam em 
He ain keep it P, still got put behind the slammer
Nigga sippin green, wonder why that boy cant stand up

Only fuck on fine shit
Think she playing mind games
Falling for my mind tricks 
She think ima cuff her
She must be a dumb bitch 
Niggas always cloning 
Lil boy find your own shit 
Niggas could not buy swag
I wouldn't even loan it

This that cash making music!!!
Buy designer bags get the pussy, I abuse it
She get mad when ion text back she gon lose it
In a widebody hellcat bitch we cruisin 

This that getting to the money music 
(This that getting to the money music)

cash making music (@1fforeignss)

ALLAH (Devininco)

jailtime (wayvolt)

solo.to/zosa | @zosazosaaa @hunnasos #undergroundmusic

prod cjdidthat

say say, say say,
say say, say say, 
say say, say say

I smoke loud, walk him down right now
and you hear them sounds? 
told em we don't fucking play around

sticks up in this house, yeah
tell me whatchu bout, yeah
quiet like a mouse, yeah
do- don't play around, yeah
tell me whatchu bout, yeah
like tell me whatchu bout, yeah
count up my amounts, yeah 
I leave these niggas frowning
I know you hear the sounds, but they doubting
looking for some loud, nigga? well I guess u found it
hit me up right now, yeah, hit me up right now, yeah

im like walk up, I say walk down
bitch we run in, then we finna run out
twin' a bounce in, bitch then we can bounce out
bet I do one, that nigga on the fucking ground
but that's my hoe, and I count em
I got hella bread, and im tryna count up
niggas fell off, why U doubt us?
how im soundin? turn the sound up

gun shots, gun shots at yo head boy
touchdown with them meds, boy
stop all them questions, ion know how he a DEAD BOY
im smoking pressure, we gon press em with that red dot
glokks up in the red eye, pushup with my head high
them bullets make his head hot
don't want yo hoe, she bed rot.
smokin with my dead friends, 
we smoking on some hahaha
I smoke...

until i'm Home

dead boy   ft soser

deadboy   ft soser

lifestyle p lint bfo & ohtee

seeing red (marsaint)

Punk prod moneyclothesdrugs & smoke55fr

heartkadin x elijxhwtf - new york (baked) prod boolymon x babymex

tbm (freestyle)

SkiiiFrm3100-W!TKH (Prod.heonn!)(Official Audio)

LYRICS:
Slatt slatt slatt, told my twin-
Catch up, catch up, match up, match up
I slide in red like Santa
She dont understand me
Feel like- feel like nick sliding with the canon
Feel like juice wrld bitch ima bandit
In the new world, bitch im the captain
Sliding with the racks, talm bout bitch I Neva had shit
wanna run back but lil bitch I know you selfish
D-dont gotta say it twice, cause you know this
4 sticks, bitch im totin’
N-new bitch, no I don’t want it
Huh, im sick, lil bitch a goner
And I don’t know where to go I gotta wonder
…
Sliding in the tonka, slidin’ in the vert
W-w-why you break my heart? why made it hurt?
Why we had to break cause it wouldn’t work 
In my head, I go insane, tripping off a perc
..
Trippin off a perc
..
Catch up, catch up, catch up, catch up
Match up, match up, match up, match up

Catch up, catch up, catch up, catch up
Match up, match up, match up, catch up.

Catch up (p. Xenovi)

jailtime (wayvolt)

marsaint

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