Bitch you love me tell me i'm your man
I ain't been geeked i need me a xan
Need what i need i need you dead
Said what i said ill meet you there
I ain't gonna show up i don't care

Bae i need you bad huh
I need your blonde hair
I need you right here yeah
Yeah this life a hell yeah 
You wanna go? say hell yeah

What are you scared of?
Face your fear
bae its time to face to fear
Face your fear
I grew up i shed no tears
Shoutout lil Lewis throwing bullets everywhere
Shoutout lil Aeter FNN ain't fair

prod (sincerely dre)

blonde hair

witchybitchy phonked up

limbo

you’ll see the worst of me noww😵🗡️

ROSS BIRTHDAY MIX

lyrics: yeah, shot that boy its cased closed
gives that boy a halo
all my shooters laylo
just like che i sayso
just like che i sayso
just like che i sayso
just like che i sayso
eating that pussy like a bagel
whatever you say tho
she said that i miss you back
im like get away, oh
all my slimes gon get to the racks yeah
watch me how i pop all these tacs
watch me how im getting all this cash
watch me how im getting all of these racks
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Yeah, shawty wanna put me in a pack woah
shawty keep on calling me her dad woah
talk to God everyday that ain bad bro
went to saks and i walked out with a bag woah
but fuck like she so bad woah
i might get attatched woah 
but i dont wanna get shawty attached woah (AY, AY)
i dont wanna get shawty attacthed
spending all my money on a bag woah
you know that im getting all this cash woah
i get a cart like fayzo 
she want get away oh
i might get a faygo
drinking on this faygo
one shot at your brain
give that boy a halo
yeah, shot that boy its cased closed
give that boy a halo
all my shooters laylow
just like che i sayso
just like che i sayso
just like che i sayso
just like che i sayso
i know he mad yuh
they be like kai are you sad? (yuh, yeah) 
i be steady getting all the racks yuh
i be steady moving all these packs yeah
they be like how u get a bag yeah
they be like how u get a bag yeah
14 moving all these packs yuh
14 moving all these packs yuh huh

sayso

Bonus track on "Nana"

Lyrics:

I miss my bitch, not ya
Im with my clique rocking #9
Can't make my mind up
Balenciaga striker
She told me to die young
she a psycho, I don't fucking mind yuh
This hoe on my mind, She said
"You should just go die alone"
Just go die alone (X3)
They talking shit fuck out my face
We know damn well 
you put nobody in a grave
That's prolly why they call you ..
I just killed this whole cart ina day

"Idols probably fried out his brain"
I was 14 when I caught a stain
Im 1 of 1 they cannot replicate
Put money to his face
Im smoking mary jane

Walked in with my clique 
That's who im leaving with
Im to fye ain't nobody to get even with
I got a ego bitch who im competing with

disassociate

nasii