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Tonka 2

Yeat Gëek high sped up

Yeat real six ~ (Sped up)

[Intro]
(I-I-I—)
(I-I-I'm working on dying)
(BNYX)

[Chorus]
Uh, everything 'bout this shit come down to real life
Yeah, if you gon' pop that Perc', you 'bout that pill life
Yeah, I stack this money so high, had this shit lookin' real nice
Yeah, tell me what it feel like
I went and flooded my Redeye, I went and flooded the coupe, yeah
I'm on the phone with my red eye, I couldn't even tell you the truth
[Post-Chorus]
Heard you went back like PEZ
I stack it up all ways, yeah
Some money, big money, small monеy
I got the bitch out the bank off-late
I can't еven fuck with the same, they're a motherfuckin' rat, they're a motherfuckin' fed
Why they all tryna be inside my business? I'm just tryna get me that bread
I don't give a fuck what they say, you a boy or a girl, you get left on read

[Verse]
I don't give a shit what you sayin', you a goddamn rat (Ayy-ayy)
Yeah, I like the coupe with the blick, but the bitch all black (Ayy-ayy)
Yeah, I got a blick with the teeth and it bite down back (Ayy-ayy)
(Yeah, I like the coupe with the blick, but the bitch all black, yeah-yeah)

[Chorus]
Uh, everything 'bout this shit come down to real life
Yeah, if you gon' pop that Perc', you 'bout that pill life
Yeah, I stack this money so high, had this shit lookin' real nice
Yeah, tell me what it feel like
I went and flooded my Redeye, I went and flooded the coupe, yeah
I'm on the phone with my red eye, I couldn't even tell you the truth

[Post-Chorus]
Heard you went back like PEZ
I stack it up all ways, yeah
Some money, big money, small money
I got the bitch out the bank off-late
I can't even fuck with the same, they're a motherfuckin' rat, they're a motherfuckin' fed
Why they all tryna be inside my business? I'm just tryna get me that bread
I don't give a fuck what they say, you a boy or a girl, you get left on read
[Outro]
You a goddamn rat, ayy-ayy
And the Benz all black, ayy-ayy
Bite down back, ayy-ayy
Yeah, I like the coupe with the blick, but the bitch all black, yeah

Yeat - Wat it feel lykë sped up

[Intro]
Yo, Luca, where you at?

[Pre-Chorus]
(I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)
(I'ma just pop that Molly, bop)
(Holy one, ridin' round in that Urus, you look broke as fuck)
(Holy fuck, I took twenty [?], bitch, I'm the holy one)

[Chorus]
Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)
I just pulled up in that fuckin' Urus, in that Urus trip
I been living life like way too fast, I had to purse up
Yeah, uh, Rollie fuck, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)
Uh, 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh
Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh
Yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch, uh
You can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months
I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in it (Shh)
I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyеs in it, ha
You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes
I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'еm, sixty minutes
Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished (Yeah)
Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the cost, you ain't paying attention
[Verse]
Birkin bag, holdin' weight
We some Gods, holy ones
Holy field, holy guts
Neon guts, triple guts (Skrrt)
Flip it up, double dutch
Take that back, fifty cups
Yeah, shoot his bitch ass up
Yeah, hit that fitted up
I just been takin' that smacks, I been shmunked out, bitch
All that shit is trash, they been smoked up
Every time I drop an album, I'm on one now
I can't do no more or less, 'cause I'm the one now
Yeah, always lookin' behind my back like I got one eye
Bitch, I'm paranoid as fuck, like, bitch, why wouldn't I be? (Why wouldn't I be?)
Yeah, I done put it up, bitch, I pull up and smack (Blick 'em)
I couldn't even trust nobody, yeah, I don't trust no one
Pull up, we'll get you wacked, had to get you gone
Pull up in crunch wrap, you better hurt some
I can't trust not shit, not shit, not shit, not shit
Yeah, you better buy that Urus with the custom seats (In that Urus)

[Pre-Chorus]
(I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)
(I'ma just pop that Molly, bop)
(Holy one, ridin' round in that Urus, you look broke as fuck)
(Holy fuck, I took twenty [?], bitch, I'm the holy one)
[Chorus]
Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)
I just pulled up in that fuckin' Urus, in that Urus trip
I been living life like way too fast, I had to purse up
Yeah, uh, Rollie fuck, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)
Uh, 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh
Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh
Yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch, uh
You can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months
I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in it (Shh)
I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha
You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes
I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes
Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished
Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the cops, you ain't paying attention (You broke, bitch)

Yeat - Holy 1 sped up

Yeat – Luh gëek (sped up)

Tonka 2 yeat slightly sped up

YEAT - Rollin'  (sped up)

Yeat - Cant Stop Myself

Yeat- Real six (Slowed)

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Not gonna lie, this was totally me when my unit and I were deployed to a secret US prison in Iraq alongside Private Military Contractors to eliminate the entire population due to the outbreak of an unknown virus. The PMC’s left my squad to die and I was only spared because I threatened their lives. I was smuggled back into the US with forged identification documents. Official reports say I was killed in an artillery strike. The faces of my squad mates haunt me every night, as well as the faces of the inmates I slaughtered.

Yeat - Cant Stop Myself

Airfried CPU