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Lyrics:

We got chops in the back of the wraith, oh yuh, oh yuh
When I slide I slide with 9's, we gone run in your place, oh yah, oh yah
Hitech I'm sipping on drank
They wan talk, they not on my rank
I wont stop, I say fuck a break
Look in my bank all u see is 0's, you know that I get to the cake

Like you know I'm gone pull out my K
Like you know I'm gone pull out my shank, finna cut him up put him Inna lake
Hop on the mic and you know that it's hitting
Flexing the green, so you know that I'm getting
I pull out the fye, so you know I'm not kidding
I'm bouta start squeezing, oh my finger itching
I'm rocking Ed Hardy you know that's a fitty

We got chops in the back of the wraith, oh yuh, oh yuh
When I slide I slide with 9's, we gone run in your place, oh ya, oh ya
Hitech I'm sipping on drank
They wan talk, they not on my rank
I wont stop, I say fuck a break
Look in my bank all u see is 0's, you know that I get to the cake

We got chops in the back of the wraith, oh yuh, oh yuh
When I slide I slide with 9's, we gone run in your place, oh ya, oh ya
Hitech I'm sipping on drank
They wan talk, they not on my rank
I wont stop, I say fuck a break
Look in my bank all u see is 0's, you know that I get to the cake

In the back of the wraith, oh yuh
We gone run in your place, oh yah, oh yah
I'm sipping on drank, yuh
I'm sipping on, yuh
They wan talk, they not on my rank, yuh
I say fuck a break
All u see is 0's, yuh yuh

all u see

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Lyrics:

I gotta run to the cake, oh yuh
I gotta mac in the back finna spray, oh yuh
Made like 700k in a day, oh yuh
I gotta run to the cake, oh yuh
I gotta mac in a back finna spray, oh yuh
Made like 700k in a day, oh yuh
They saying wait up, too slow

I'm getting strong cause I'm picking up weight, oh yuh
Saving up money gotta cop an estate
Speed on the highway in the i8
I keep the blade, but I ain't talking skate
I don't know why you acting like something you ain't
Know that you mad, you cant touch on my rank, yuh
Pull out the pistol he finna get whipped he faint, yuh
They on my dick, I don't know what you saying, yuh

I gotta run to the cake, oh yuh
I gotta mac in the back finna spray, oh yuh
Made like 700k in a day, oh yuh
I gotta run to the cake, oh yuh
I gotta mac in the back finna spray, oh yuh
Made like 700k in a day, oh yuh
They saying wait up too slow, yuh too slow

I got a big ass pole
Talk down on V then you finna get poked, oh yuh
Slide with my team you finna get smoked, oh yuh
Lil' fehrm on the beat, on the beat I wrote
Got the straps in the back like it's G-I Joe
Got the green like a farm screaming E-I-O
Hit his ho with the rizz like it's Ohio
Wake up in the morning say Ohayō!

I gotta run to the cake, oh yuh
I gotta mac in the back finna spray, oh yuh
Made like 700k in the day, oh yuh
I gotta run to the cake, oh yuh
I gotta mac in the back finna spray, oh yuh
Made like 700k in a day, oh yuh
They saying wait up too slow, yuh too slow

Yuh yuh, know I keep the stick, yuh, yuh
Got your ho on my dick, yuh
Money counter, count it quick, yuh
Sipping kind of got me sick, oh yuh
Life kind of got me sick
But I keep moving it gotta get better
Gotta look ahead know I'm keeping my head up
Gotta watch your back nigga know u get wet up

I gotta run to the cake, oh yuh
I gotta mac in the back finna spray, oh yuh
Made like 700k in the day, oh yuh
I gotta run to the cake, oh yuh
I gotta mac in the back finna spray, oh yuh
Made like 700k in a day, oh yuh
They saying wait up too slow, yuh too slow

(Vitality)

700k

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Lyrics: 

Yeah, I can’t live right, I can't function
I fucked my mind up at the function
Look at myself and I just say fuck him
Look in the mirror and I do not know him
I don't want other bitches I be saying fuck them
But I don't wanna deal with this shit no more
I didn't wanna fall right back in that hole
I'm going through shit that nobody know
I don't got a body all I see is soul
They askin' what's wrong I don't even know
I look at myself i just wanna blow
Please take me away, I just wanna go

I just been fucked up inna head, yuh
I be tryn' get up out the bed, yuh
Why you cutting me open? Get the thread, yuh
I wake up to get to the bread, yuh
But I don't e'en want the fucking bread, yuh
Bitch tryna fuck me give me head, yuh
Bitch I'm already fuckin dead, yuh
All this shit, already fuckin said, yuh
Niggas be bitches fuck yuh set, yuh
Nigga this clip, it's full of lead, yuh
Nigga them drugs took my head, yuh

Yeah, I can’t live right, I can't function
I fucked my mind up at the function
Look at myself and I just say fuck him
Look in the mirror and I do not know him
I don't want other bitches I be saying fuck them
But I don't wanna deal with this shit no more
I didn't wanna fall right back in that hole
I'm going through shit that nobody know
I don't got a body all I see is soul
They askin' what's wrong I don't even know
I look at myself i just wanna blow
Please take me away, I just wanna go

soul

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Lyrics:

(Let’s go mem0ry!)

I’m on hots pull out the Gen, yuh
How many racks? Know it’s ‘bout 10, yuh
Yuh, watch on my wrist like Ben

I’m on hots pull out the Gen, yuh
How many racks? Know it’s ‘bout 10, yuh
Yuh, watch on my wrist like Ben, yuh
Gotta watch your back like defend, yuh
She spin on the top like a fan, yuh
My bitch my biggest fan, yuh
Yuh, ARP up in my hand
I stay with my team, so I got helping-hand
My clip hold more got the upper-hand
I-I-I feel like Maya way I up a band
Know you was just hating. Tryna shake my hand?
Like no we not cool, you can not be my friend

Yuh, I’m tryn’ be on TV, yuh
C-Choppa leave him blind Stevie, yuh
Minecraft, finna block a ho just like Steve, yuh
Yuh, I’m finna hop in wet like Fiji, yuh
Yuh, I’m in the mansion feeling like Luigi, yuh
N-No, I can’t mess with that ho
Yuh, I gotta a choppa, know I keep my pole
Put a opp six feet in that hole

Vitality six deep in that Rolls
I-I-I be like legs deep in my ho
Yuh, I had to to spray him down with the hose
I-I-I keep the speaker loud got the Bose
Y’all fragile like glass lookin’ like some bowls
I’m puffing the gas straight out the bowl
Yuh, I stay in the stu, yuh i be at home
Do him like Fortnite, box him up and cone

Got a sniper like Warzone, get in prone
I gotta get him gone send em home
My team finna blow up like a bomber
I be on the top leading like Obama
Be in the lambtruck like Osama, yuh
She spit on it like a llama, yuh
I get to the green like a farm, oh yuh
Been a while since I made a lil song, oh yuh

I mix Tris just like half-and-half
I got a mixed bitch, she gone throw some ass
Wit’ your ho, yuh, she gone blow like brass
You can’t be my slime if you chillin with rats
Ain’t cuffing no ho if she act like a brat
Ain’t cuffing no ho, I’m just here for the sex, yuh
Sloppy toppy, she be giving me neck
I spitting the heat but I ain’t taking track

I aim for the spine, I aim for yuh back
Know I’m a ball hog bitch, I feel like Protect
If you owe me money, then I’m finna collect
I just been chasing the bands, had to cash out the check
You a bitch nigga. How you always get pressed?
All y’all be sneak dissing, you can’t speak with your chest
Finna get hit in the chest, cardiac arrest 
And you niggas get left going to the west

I’m on hots pull out the Gen, yuh
How many racks? Know it’s ‘bout 10, yuh
Yuh, watch on my wrist like Ben, yuh
Gotta watch your back like defend, yuh
Spin on the top like a fan, yuh
My bitch my biggest fan, yuh
Yuh, ARP up in my hand
I stay with my team, so I got helping-hand
My clip hold more got the upper-hand

I’m on hots pull out the Gen, yuh
How many racks? Know it’s ‘bout 10, yuh
Yuh, watch on my wrist like Ben, yuh
Gotta watch your back like defend, yuh
She spin on the top like a fan, yuh
My bitch my biggest fan, yuh
Yuh, ARP up in my hand
I stay with my team, so I got helping-hand
My clip hold more got the upper-hand
I-I-I feel like Maya way I up a band
Know you was just hating. Tryna shake my hand?
 
(Let’s go mem0ry!) 2x

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