ITD( In The Dark)

lit ft tru

Woke Up Today (feat. rari)

whitney p @idkjelo

new level

Find My Way

CWC(prod.Awakeagain)

lame ft. fukkbitzzy

normal procedure [prod.georgie]

yeah we start blasting, yeah we start blasting
whole gang masked up, no questions, no asking
brody in the backseat, fiendin, he gaspin
clip long as a sermon, this chopper start preachin and tappin

bitch think im lackin, thats law of attraction
beam on his chest, now his heart do subtraction
walk in the spot, whole room get to crashin
money keep talkin, my pockets be yappin

stepped in designer, my fit look assassin
perc got me floatin, my soul overlapping
she want the love but my heart made of satin
ride with the reaper, we slide, never slackin

whip too fast, might spin, no traction
chains so cold, whole fit start flashin
she want the vibe, but im deep in the action
countin this cash like its just a reaction

smoke in the air, got the room all clouded
voices in my head gettin way too crowded
 
bitches be loud, always beggin for dick and money
textin and callin, man, nah they never outed
tryna get the bag, but they always doubted
whip through the city, whole crew get rowdy

bitches on me no more, i just wanna smoke some more
ain’t no love in this life, I done felt that before
pop two pills, now I’m driftin’ out the door

yeah we start blasting, yeah we start blasting
whole gang masked up, no questions, no asking
brody in the backseat, fiendin, he gaspin
clip long as a sermon, this chopper start preachin and tappin

bitch think im lackin, thats law of attraction
beam on his chest, now his heart do subtraction
walk in the spot, whole room get to crashin
money keep talkin, my pockets be yappin

stepped in designer, my fit look assassin
perc got me floatin, my soul overlapping
she want the love but my heart made of satin
ride with the reaper, we slide, never slackin

whip too fast, might spin, no traction
chains so cold, whole fit start flashin
she want the vibe, but im deep in the action
countin this cash like its just a reaction

smoke in the air, got the room all clouded
voices in my head gettin way too crowded
 
bitches be loud, always beggin for dick and money
textin and callin, man, nah they never outed
tryna get the bag, but they always doubted
whip through the city, whole crew get rowdy

blasting prod.town!

agent 47

blasting prod.town!

Mxnarcha

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