wyo? [VIDEO ON YT] (p.centi beats x sleepy!)

written by: @hatecejay
mixed and mastered by: @hatecejay
produced by: @717angels

lyrics:
bitch im tryn walk out the sto
too many bags my hoe gotta carry it
you niggas is not my bros
dont send me yo tape i promise aint hearin it
feel like i got way too rich
im whippin a ghost it feel like a chariot
dont talk bout the 4s i pour
the cup in yo hand gone leave you delirious

i promise ill stay out the way
if you niggas stay out the state
aint touchin on pape
niggas tryn blame it on fate
any reason not to hate
i cant relate
bitch im the one no debate
all that i do is create
i care bout the cake
so ima stay out the way
im doin it for yo sake

you niggas aint never touched on maaje
im lyin this percy aint for my pain
dont ice out my watches i keep mine plane
i need a new hoe i cant keep mine sane

i need a new how i cant keep mine sane

no i cannot
no i cannot fold 
no i do not troll
dont fuck the same bitches
same hoes went and got old
ask her if she fw me
without the fame
not so
if they wouldnt fw me
without the change
they not bro

bitch im tryn walk out the sto
too many bags my hoe gotta carry it
you niggas is not my bros
dont send me yo tape i promise aint hearin it
feel like i got way too rich
im whippin a ghost it feel like a chariot
dont talk bout the 4s i pour
the cup in yo hand gone leave you delirious

i promise ill stay out the way
if you niggas stay out the state
aint touchin on pape
niggas tryn blame it on fate
any reason not to hate
i cant relate
bitch im the one no debate
all that i do is create
i care bout the cake
so ima stay out the way
im doin it for yo sake

carry it

WAKE UP!

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all i chase (prod. zivo x anx1ous x codek)

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[Lyrics]

rolling a ounce
I hop the Porsche and I hop out the house
My nigga done got out the south
He breaking a pound
These chains on my body they looking like ropes
Got green on my head
Aint come out the zone
She pull up her friend and I'm fucking her both

pull up on a nigga gen 5
Nigga get hit what that smoke
Tryna hit him wit a 4 no 5 
Cant hear lame nigga wan talk on my soul
Bend a bitch over and I'm fucking her slow
Aint fold on my niggas I Stay on my toes
Got prada my shoes got prada my floors
The biggest lil nigga wan talk on the low
Givenchy gabanna my pants
Like how in the fuck are you talking no fans
My dolla to big and my pockets too swole
I'm telling my brudda we taking the show
Remember those days we would talk about dreams
Now niggas wan pull up and talk about fees
Need ice on my neck and my water turn freeze
Aint fucking lil shawty I told her to breeze

Tough talk nigga I aint funny
Brand new woman seeing brand new money
cheddar cheddar I aint paying anybody
Niggas see me on the come up I aint slowing down imma be somebody
Donatello when I'm kicking shit
Nigga move around moving militant

I aint worried bout change
I aint worried bout the fame
I aint worried bout nobody tryna play a nigga down on my name
Peter piper fuck a hoe in the brain
Talk to him put a nigga to shame
Deep down you aint be in the same
Flip pack move just like Dushane
Nigga I aint worried bout any change
Shout out to the 6ixside
Shout out to my niggas
Shout out to Jermaine
Shout to my niggas independent putting work and they putting pain
Gotta be a bigger man run in Japan make another play
I aint shooting any guns run up on a nigga run another fade
Yo brudda might knock out yuh face
Might fade in my pocket and go to the bank
Smoking that green and wood
Fuck up that boy and I fuck up on the dank
Swear I been high low 
Tryna fuck that side hoe
Whole lotta bread my pockets is fed they looking geico

pull up on a nigga gen 5
Nigga get hit what that smoke
Tryna hit him wit a 4 no 5 
Cant hear lame nigga wan talk on my soul
Bend a bitch over and I'm fucking her slow
Aint fold on my niggas I Stay on my toes
Got prada my shoes got prada my floors
The biggest lil nigga wan talk on the low
Givenchy gabanna my pants
Like how in the fuck are you talking no fans
My dolla to big and my pockets too swole
I'm telling my brudda we taking the show
Remember those days we would talk about dreams
Now niggas wan pull up and talk about fees
Need ice on my neck and my water turn freeze
Aint fucking lil shawty I told her to breeze

WAKE UP!

Medici