Prod destroycj & sayjoziah

Lyrics

(Ian gon lie them P2F n** raw bruh)

I can't say no more
Please say some I can't afford cause my Polo might take your h*e
I pray she don't crack the code; well, I lost my b*tch that's a canon event
Only she wanna go talk on the notes
Wanna be mad with the b*tch she a 10
Doing sh*t you never doing before
Wanna be mad but I'll do it again
I'm with lil ben n** know that my 'Cro'
I know some n** that toting the 'can'
Don't wanna talk baby gotta go ghost ya
IG got your b*tch ya
I'm not sure bout this one
That boy cap he lid son
Popped out since I'm lit son
Clock that did my big one
I'm the truth I been on one
She tryn give me wisdom mmm

(yuh mmm, yuh mmm)

I don't know 
This bih so eugh
She wan take it slow ya
I can't post no
With my bro ya (ya)
With my bro ya
B*tch I'm fly like dove ya
Fly like dove ya
Ion een like myself uh
Ion een like my-
Why would I like these n** ?
I cannot hang, despite these n**
To up gotta smite me n**
Say to bad gotta find me n**
Twin wanna shoot no fight these n**
I said we got big guns
Twin we got them big ones
She wan come on this side, girls just wanna have fun
I think that I miss mine
F** two h*es that's two times
He got slimed that's just life
ya, ya
He got slimed that's just life ha, ya

(Ian gon lie them P2F n** raw bruh)

I can't say no more
Please say some I can't afford cause my Polo might take your h*e
I pray she don't crack the code; well, I lost my b*tch that's a canon event
Only she wanna go talk on the notes
Wanna be mad with the b*tch she a 10
Doing sh*t you never doing before
Wanna be mad but I'll do it again
I'm with lil ben n** know that my 'Cro'
I know some n** that toting the 'can'
Don't wanna talk baby gotta go ghost ya
IG got your b*tch-
IG got your b*tch ya
I'm not sure bout this one
That boy cap he lid son
Popped out since I'm lit son
Clock that did my big one
I'm the truth I been on one
She tryn give me wisdom mmm
She tryn- She tryn give me wisdom mmm 

(Ya)
mmm I don't know
This bih so eugh
She wan take it slow ya
I can't post no

IG got your b*tch

Rock Lee

SKI N SCAR FT XHULOOO prod 5KJORDN

[Lyrics]
(Brrlddd)
Rolled 3.5, now I’m feelin’ real good.
Who ain’t outside? I still live in my hood.
.40 ate face, n**a stank like “eughh.”
I don’t need Draco to slide with that wood.
N**a want beef? Sh*t, get his *ss cooked.
Know I’m gon’ fye, twin gimme dat look.

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Topshotta slide on n**as, .40 butta.
I up the fye on a n**a, no rebuttal.
Fye stick, five n**as in a huddle.

Topshotta slide on n**as, .40 butta.
I up the fye on a n**a, no rebuttal.
Fye stick, five n**as in a huddle.

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[Verse 1]
Strapped up diaper, d-diaper, pull up.
Try some — good luck.
I-I’m on Cypress with a full gun, I’m such a hoodlum.
Know I got .45 tryna cook sum’.
Jury tryna hit me with a book, huh.

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[Beat Switch]
Lately I been off one,
I been feelin’ good, I’m feelin’ awesome.
You wanna cop? I smoke that thrax, it’s gon’ cost ya.
N**a better not try send that pack — they Randy Moss him.
I ain’t tryna make new friends, need new munna.
Topshotta really sprayin’, he’s a gunna.
I ran it up again, like a hunna.
I cannot take no stand for your honor.
Ride around, more gens than Obama.
I got a 4th gen for a problem.
I’m only associatin’ with the dollaz.
Hit with that 4-5th, make him holla.
N**as, he broke, capable as toddlers.
Spinnin’ me wrong — face him how I shot him.
Chimney prone, Santa Topshotta.
Gettin’ these bows from Guatemala.
Hit him, he fold — pop like collar.
Spendin’ these loads, diamonds on water.

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[Chorus]
Rolled 3.5, now I’m feelin’ real good.
Who ain’t outside? I still live in my hood.
.40 ate face, n**a stank like “eughh.”
I don’t need Draco to slide with that wood.
N**a want beef? Sh*t, get his *ss cooked.
Know I’m gon’ fye, twin gimme dat look.

⸻

Topshotta slide on n**as, .40 butta.
I up the fye on a n**a, no rebuttal.
Fye stick, five n**as in a huddle.

Topshotta slide on n**as, .40 butta.
I up the fye on a n**a, no rebuttal.
Fye stick, five n**as in a huddle.

heads gone (kaizzr senards)

molow(@mo1ow)