forawalk

ILY/SINCERELY(prod. 1kSensei + fwthis1will +thankyouwill)

lyrics
address, he slipped up i got his address
that boy think he slick i caught him lacking on the mattress
his baby mama think he still around, that shit is tragic
know she ain't finna like when she open up that package

no lil bitch, ion play bout that shit
if you really think u bout, i can show how you get hit
bitch i really been about it, i know how to work that stick
yo bitch know how to work the dick
yo moms know how to work that dick
i swear i ain't lying bout that shit

if he wit it, get his head cut off
i'm a sic that lil bitch, cus i ride wit my dogs
and i'm slick, in yo crib, i live right in the walls
if its blood to be spilled, then i might get involved


yeah i might get involved
lil bitch, i'm on call
4 of us deep, in the caddy
then they gone

you can't drop me if u tried to
pussy ion like you
if i want you dead, then you'd be dead
bitch i might move 

in wit yo hoe, in that benz wit yo hoe
you play pretend wit yo hoe
leave u dead wit yo hoe
put some lead in them hoes
is they dead ion know
but if they dead, then we ready
hoe its up, we on go

too slow off the drank, i caught him lacking
now he dead as a bitch
fuck all them questions quit asking
cus u ain't getting shit

fuck 12, fuck the courthouse, fuck the law
tell 'em get off of my dick
mane fuck all dem hoes that said they love me
swear they ain't getting shit

fuckthelaw

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Lyrics:

Eliantte for my watch, had to Mason the Rollie
Catch that boy out with his friends, then we makin' him lonely
That's your ho, I took your bitch now we makin' a movie
This ho flew me to L.A. and he payin' for coochie
Brodie pull up where you stay and he sprayin' the Uzi
Fucked her, kicked her out the crib now she sayin' I'm ruthless
This ho tryna set me up, guess she thinkin' I'm stupid
These boys tryna ride our wave, yeah, we makin' a movement

He want smoke, then bitch, I'm ready, I just bought a presi 
That's your ho, then why she text me? 'Cause I got the fetti
We got sticks up in Chanelly, we tote automatics
Yeah, we send that boy to Heaven, yeah, we caught 'em lackin'
Watch me count my rackies up, I love to stack it up
Your lil' ho gon' tap me up, eat me like caviar
Smokin' strong, that Kelly, yeah, up in the telly, yeah
He ain't never run it up, that boy a failure
Said he tryna run up, I'ma let him
Who that boy? I'm feelin' paranoid, I ain't feelin' 'em
Big and bad, think he a scary boy, brodie killin' 'em
What's that on your wrist? Ain't real ice, it ain't chill enough

Eliantte for my watch, had to Mason the Rollie
Catch that boy out with his friends, then we makin' him lonely
That's your ho, I took your bitch now we makin' a movie
This ho flew me to L.A. and he payin' for coochie
Brodie pull up where you stay and he sprayin' the Uzi
Fucked her, kicked her out the crib now she sayin' I'm ruthless
This ho tryna set me up, guess she thinkin' I'm stupid
These boys tryna ride our wave, yeah, we makin' a movement

ruthless

1Day- Another One? (Man of the Year [Ft. Wtf1ly] Prod By 1Day X Kilo

Another One? (Man of the Year [Ft. Wtf1ly] Prod By 1Day X Kilo

lyrics:


even tho i’m dead i’m still alive yea i’m walkin dead 
tht nigga talkin shit chop em up n now he’s dead
don’t give a fuck abt this n shit man i want tht bread 
n u ain’t shit ah ha i’m like ok 2 bad 
yea this shit look like the last of us 
got me a stick tht shit gon bust 
n yea i ball but not like russ 
yea u sum shit yea u the must 
n i get tht bread yea it’s a must 
don’t care what he said like tell em hush 
get out my way i’m in a rush 
just talked 2 bae she wanna fuck 
yea talkin tht shit u know we gon get u gone 
yea i know u can never b yea what i’m on 
yea n i run right thru this beat just like a marathon 
yea look at my fit look at my wrist i got louis vuitton
yea walkin dead jus like a zombie eat ya brains out 
even tho we can eat u we still got k’s out 
yea i want blood yea i want guts no we don’t play now 
u said im shit well u a bitch so what u sayin now ?
yea i don’t fuck wit niggas yea ik they fake 
take a blade… slash it to his face 
i need blood i need money what it takes 
she put it on my face yea i love the taste

#walkin_dead (cheffdvrk)

#stfu pt2 + fenix darko (xudorain + space)

Huh, yeah, goin' crazy in this bitch
And they think that a young nigga slow
Pour up my pour and I roll up my dope
Hit up Fairfax finna catch a right ho
Puffin' on dro got a nigga eyes low
Can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one my bro
Can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one of my folks
And the hoes and the cars and the clothes and the Benz and Rolls ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
And the two-tone AP froze on the wrist with the rose ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
Instagram hoes ain't nothin' (Nope)
Instagram posts ain't nothin'
Thinking yo' bitch on lock, lil' boy, she fuckin'
Dirty lil' whore, she love it
Think you gon' do something 'bout that bitch, you buggin'
Nigga gon' whack yo' muffin, go ahead, call my bluff
Hundred racks in the zip, I'ma fuck around, put a bag on a bitch
Goin' fast in the whip, in the passenger, got a nat, give me lip
Smokin' gas out the zip and I'm pourin' the lemonade in the mix
Got the bae doin' tricks on my dick, it's a parade in my city (Go)
Hate but they broke, I don't get it, fuck her, she probably regret it
Jayden be off the beans, oh, Chase, he be off the Venom
Hundred racks sittin' in the Phantom, bag on my head like bandana
These niggas burnt like a candle, huh, ball like I'm Julius Randle
Don't you tell me what you seen or heard a nigga doin'
I got rich, I'm tryna put on my bruddas, I ain't there yet
Kate want me to die, hah, stupid bitch, I ain't dead yet
I get them bricks from Fedex and I bag 'em up and sell 'em
And I can't even lie and say that I never needed you
When I was down I needed you, honestly, I was feelin' you
Now they come back, want some shit, Niggas so flaw, cut 'em off quick
I done went up, I'm proud of my wrist
I'm proud of my hoes, I'm proud of my bitches
Huh, yeah, goin' crazy in this bitch
And they think that a young nigga slow
Pour up my pour and I roll up my dope
Hit up Fairfax finna catch a right ho
Puffin' on dro got a nigga eyes low
Can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one my bro
Can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one of my folks
And the hoes and the cars
And the clothes and the Benz and Rolls ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
And the two-tone AP froze on the wrist
With the rose ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
Instagram hoes ain't nothin' (Nope)
Instagram posts ain't nothin'
Thinking yo' bitch on lock, lil' boy, she fuckin'
Dirty lil' whore, she love it
Think you gon' do something 'bout that bitch, you buggin'
Nigga gon' whack yo' muffin, go ahead, call my bluff

Music Video

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this song will not be on the album

lyrics

she said i should talk more
i don't wanna talk about a thing
stay behind locked doors
i can feel your blood upon my skin
what do we talk for
any time i give a little thought
i stay inside more
stay- i stay inside more

please don't look inside the closet
i forgot to lock it
i want you to keep your sanity
tell me you promise
i know when i get like this
i know that you don't like it
i know when i get like this
i know that you won't fight back
i know you don't like that
everything i do to keep you safe
i'll take it right back
i take that shit right back
where the fuck my knife at
way this ho go in and out his chest
i really like that
oh

she said i should talk more
i don't wanna talk about a thing
stay behind locked doors
i can feel your blood upon my skin
what do we talk for
any time i give a little thought
i stay inside more
stay- i stay inside more

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