dis way / we gon b ok

Produced by Jayy

LYRICS:

Word to my dead, my opps
Not tryna get up inside the knots
I got a hoe in the cuffs like cops
I got the water on my wrist, it’s like Voss
I got a range rover ima drive that shit
Run your mans over
I got racks like a bitch, yeah
Bitch I get money, fuck the business
I don’t look at money, fuck the digits
Tryna get some sloppy minutes
Hit from the back, I’m doing damage
Wearing Dior like a christian
Bitch i’m outside like a bandit
I’m in that hoe, fuck your dad bitch
Go talk to your hoes, there’s a mad list
You can not say shit like a damn lisp
I see some fine shit, finna bag it
Push em back, push em back
Pick your bitch up like a taxi
Clean her up like a fucking napkin
And i’m smoking that za in the back end
Bye bye, touching that fye fye
I click that button you gonna go die die
I know too many hoes go and lie lie
We gonna get at it, get down to the southside
Yeah, me and jay in the back and we running it
Bitch i’m too fire, you don’t wanna diss
Bitch ima spin you like a fucking disc, oh woah woah
And I came from nothing to going to cities
I gave you 2 point punch like middy
Bitch ima rock out kinda like milly, yeah Word to my dead, my opps
Not tryna get up inside the knots
I got a hoe in the cuffs like cops
I got the water on my wrist, it’s like Voss
I got a range rover ima drive that shit
Run your mans over
I got racks like a bitch, yeah
Bitch I get money, fuck the business
I don’t look at money, fuck the digits
Tryna get some sloppy minutes
Hit from the back, I’m doing damage
Wearing Dior like a christian
Bitch i’m outside like a bandit
I’m in that hoe, fuck your dad bitch
Go talk to your hoes, there’s a mad list
You can not say shit like a damn lisp
I see some fine shit, finna bag it

Digits

Sojas [mrsir x jayy]

prod. @user-567094747

lyrics
(and I can’t stress how much I hate to live)
(and I can)
deep in my heart theres a monochrome page im still on tonite
when ion get high, my body jus die
i put da drip on and colored the sky
i get da drip from myself when i cry
bread in my pocket im keeping some rye
know theyll be singing my shit when i fly
put respect on my name cus i only live twice, yuh

i hear ur shit little threats, im so deep rooted with death come and kill me
she think i want her for sex, na baby girl i want you cus u feel me
u dont kno me u should fear me 
all the assumption wrong clearly
all of these niggas be hash and recycling the same shit it just be yearly

my gang gon live to die like what
gg in da whip hop out 12 deep rob da plug
and no u cant escape dont run
i was born to die lil nigga let me have fun

why dis lame ass nigga talkin on my name swear to god ian the same
and how she talkin on my love she fucked it up yeh imma put her in da grave
selfish shit, but u did it all for what tho?
2 door coupe in dis bitch dis ain no quatro

live to die

prod (dos4vr)

lyrics

He cant fr, promise you baby he ain’t fr
Yea he tryna blam I gave him the gun
He cant even aim fr
Hand me the nine I shoot from deep
I’m dame fr, he lame fr
n*** be lame fr, bae im the best for you
I’m the best fr
I’m tryna leave this weak ass party
Where my bestie at? Where my bestie go?
She tryna kiss ion see no mistletoe 
“Where my bestie at?”
Make that call yea i’m on mission mode
I’m on a mission moe
Take that call yea I’m on that kill fasho

Call my phone get messy
She tryna fuck me up (ugh)
He ain’t kill he hezi
n*** pussy pup (ugh)
Fw her she sexy
I’m tryn fw her (ugh)
She can’t even get next to me
I got too much sauce (ugh)
(pshh)
Twin I gave the bop a chance 
I’m getting super hot
Oh these n*** fried
Why he say that she got “gyat”
Oh these n*** bots
Dap me up he saying “twin!” 
I’m like no the hell you not

She on me fasho
I’m looking down see the camel toe (ew)
She tryna go to the room
Guess I’m turning on freaky mode
I’m tryna get in the zone
She tryna get on my phone 
ain’t getting the code
I’m tryn get on the road
I’m tryna get to the money I do on my own

He cant fr, promise you baby he ain’t fr
Yea he tryna blam I gave him the gun
He cant even aim fr
Hand me the nine I shoot from deep
I’m dame fr, he lame fr
n*** be lame fr, bae im the best for you
I’m the best fr
I’m tryna leave this weak ass party
Where my bestie at? Where my bestie go?
She tryna kiss ion see no mistletoe 
“Where my bestie at?”
Make that call yea i’m on mission mode
I’m on a mission moe
Take that call yea I’m on that kill fasho

xtsy*- together (p. monclairr)

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