produced by maxwell4k

these drugs done took my fucking soul but im fin get it back
looking for *** ***** to try but I can’t fw *****
dont underestimate the strap thats a 10 like mac
put the fucking drugs down thats what she fucking told me
i cant fuck with toxic hoes no more that bit controlling
yeah the room like fucking stink cuz she stuck on the bowls
and i cant say yo fuckin name cuz u stuck on the old me
these ho the fuckin same
bitch u so fuckin lame
why u always in my lane
ion rlly care bout fame
i jus want the breesh
ion rlly like care bout chains
that shit was never me
im jus tryna like keep it plain
no ian fuckin with you
they always got a issue
you jus gotta keep it going
why u always got say my name
i never fuckin met ya
i might never fuckin show yall but i got these pistols
its a fuckin issue every time i try to do some shit
he said he the rizz dude im so tired of this stupid shit
so much fuckin cap up in this rap shit but im legit
shit was never hard to hop up on this mic n spit
thats jus what i love thats what i fuckin do
ion care bout scrubs not my fucking dude
i made a lot of fuckin money spent it all on loot
always tryna call my phone that pussy boy dk what to do

day i turned 18 i got a crib n these boys live at home 
still typing on they phone
typin shit bout jssr jssr i said leave me lone
i suggest that you jus hop up off my cock dome (please)

please don't underestimate
u look like a chester mate that pussy ass lil dude
they be like infesting like my shit its what they do
im jus like investing in my bitch even tho she rude
please don't underestimate
i been making cash since eight
had to cut a lot of ppl off cuz they was fuckin fake
get back to the stupid job lil pussyboy pick up the rate
i'm losing my mind when y'all talking for heavens sake

speak my mind

Ruin

Produced by slattshark

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Hm)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah baby come on btch yeah bring it back (Bring it back)
(huh)
I'm rocking with my dawgs yeah, yeah them boys my slats (Slats)
(huh)
Shout out Bryalle that's my dawg smoking prettypac (Prettypac)
Hit it from the back she call me dad, btch I'm not your dad
That btch she call me dad wanting shit she never had (Never had)
Met that shawty in the function she was shaking hella ass (Yeah)
She was shaking hella ass that hoe making hella cash (Yeah)
But you cannot blame that btch cuz she making hella bag (Yeah)

Nigga I got rich problems making hella bag (Yeah)
I just spent like 30k swear to God I'll make it back (Back Yeah)
Yeah that btch she wanna fuck, pull up Ima crack (Yeah)
Ima realign that spine finna crack that lil btch back
Yeah a nigga hella high 3.5 btch I'm smacked (Yeah)
Btch I pull up with that cutta talking crazy get you whacked
(Get you whacked, Luh Chi)
Only gotta make one call promise you ain't coming back
Niggas hopping out that truck finna hit you with that mac (Yeah)

Hit you with that big stick lil nigga (lil nigga)
Yeah my shooters they go ape shit yeah I'm hanging with gorillas
(Wit gorillas)
Yeah my niggas go bananas they spin that block then we kill em
(Then we kill em)
Treat that boy like a banana we get hungry then we peel em
(Then we peel em)

Nigga not from NYC but them boys don't play with me 
(Play with me, Yeah)
Nigga shooting with precision put a nigga in the league
(Nigga in the league, Yeah)
And Ima dump this fucking glock out cuz I bet it won't fatigue
Just dropped a hundred on this btch now she tryna fuck with me
(Huh, Luh Chi)
Now I'm fucking with her mom, she was fucking with the team
(She was fucking with the team)
Told that btch to play her part she was fucking up the scheme (Yeah)
Huh, fucking up the scheme lil btch passing me the ball
(Passing me the ball)
Man the top it get so lonely make a nigga wanna fall
(Make a nigga wanna fall)
I-I-I be arguing with my btch, hitting all the walls (Yeah)
Her apology to me, tell a nigga drop them drawls (Yeah)
That btch she tryna give me head, that shit is not a job
(That shit is not a job)
If you wanna pay me back send a rack then I'm gone 
(Yeah, Luh Chi)

Yeah baby come on btch yeah bring it back (Bring it back)
(huh)
I'm rocking with my dawgs yeah, yeah them boys my slats (Slats)
(huh)
Shout out Bryalle that's my dawg smoking prettypac
(Prettypac)
Hit it from the back she call me dad, btch I'm not your dad
That btch she call me dad wanting shit she never had 
(Never had)
Met that shawty in the function she was shaking hella ass (Yeah)
She was shaking hella ass that hoe making hella cash (Yeah)
But you cannot blame that btch cuz she making hella bag 
(Yeah, Luh Chi)

rich problems prod. slattshark

Run Of The Mill

My bag echoes

produced by prodtv7

(Yeah huh oh yeah)
(Mm Yeah oh yeah)
(Yeah yeah oh yeah)
(luh chi)
3.5 to my face ain't higher than me 
(Than me yeah)
Like nigga how the fuck that's your btch when she all on me? 
(all on me yeah)
You'd think that btch gon propose the way she stay on knees
(stay on knees yeah)
Put that choppa to his face make him take a knee
(take a knee yeah)
Lil boy begging for the feat better pay that fee
(pay that fee)
Watch out for that strange fruit hanging from the tree
(hanging from the tree)
Bad btch she on me (yeah)
She fucking for the free (oh yeah)
She came in here with a friend think she Vietnamese 
(LuhChi)
She came with a friend (huh) I ain't bring no nigga
(no nigga)
Feel like Death The Kid got my pinky on that trigger
(on that trigger ha)
Making money music 3, 4, 5 fucking figures
(yeah)
Call me fucking massa baby I-I don't fuck with niggas
(fuck wit niggas)
Separation with a wall Donald Trump on niggas
(yuh)
Niggas talking on my nam- u-up the pump on niggas
(yuh)
Up the pump, let it dump, no comp ain't no bump
(yuh)
Your btch got the dump, in the trunk, let a nigga hump
(yuh)
That nigga tried to ride the wave but his ship it sunk
(yuh)
Throw the lob like my name was James let a nigga dunk
(let a nigga dunk)
L-Let me dump out the pole
(yuh)
Gen 5 in my lap what I tote
(oh yeah)
Triple K nigga the cult
(oh yeah)
All white on my body feel like a dam pope
(uh huh)
Lame nigga can't hate on my songs
Got his btch in the back in a thong
Uzumaki these niggas my clone
Like how that's your btch when she blowing my phone
Stop hitting my line btch do not blow me up
Brought my cup into the party n-nigga pour me up
(pour me up)
Yeah that btch she tryna link me do not show me up
(show me up ah)
Niggas know me in my city yeah they show me love
(show me love uh)
Show me love, yeah them niggas show me love
(show me love uh)
Show me love, yeah them niggas show me love
(show me love uh)

end

Death The Kid (prodtv7)

| remix |

( Find a room )
( She feel my mind up with ideas )
( I'm the highest in the room )
( Hope I make it outta here )
(Luhchill)
3.5 to my face swear I'm gone
Looking for a bad lil btch in a thong
But that lil btch she bad as fuck, nigga put me on
But she already know a nigga she know all my songs
Niggas know what time it is don't catch me in that booth
Nigga do not play with me I run down then we loot
Got hella shootas on my team you talk down then we shoot
3.5 I take it to the face, the highest in the room

I'm the highest in this btch nigga
Vision hella blurry pull out glock I see three triggers
Up that btch I shoot cuz I promise I see three niggas
Niggas having motion in this btch, yeah got hella figures
Tryna see the problem open third eye
Wit my nigga Dre (yeah) he a bird guy
Choppa cook a nigga up something like some stir fry
Yeah that btch she want me back, no btch this the third time

Promise you won't do that shit again no (again no)
I don't fear no man, nigga I stand 10 toes (10 toes)
Nigga we got hella bread, nigga we got big O's (big o's)
Promise you ain't fucking with no fat btch ain't no big hoes (big hoes)
Ain't no big girls in this party yeah (yuh)
Tryna hit the blunt get high, nigga spark me up (Spark me up)
Yeah that btch she out all night, shit ain't adding up (Shit ain't adding up)
She ain't running plays on me, this aint Madden bruh (This ain't Madden bruh)
Really running game on her, Ima splurge out (Splurge out)
Smoking gas my vision blurred, Ima throw it up (Throw it up)
Hit up shawty what's the word, Ima tear it up (Tear it up)
Ima tear it up nigga, Ima pear it up (Pear it up)

3.5 to my face swear I'm gone
Looking for a bad lil btch in a thong
But that lil btch she bad as fuck, nigga put me on
But she already know a nigga she know all my songs
Niggas know what time it is don't catch me in that booth
Nigga do not play with me I run down then we loot
Got hella shootas on my team you talk down then we shoot
3.5 I take it to the face, the highest in the room

highestintheroom (wyydog songwars)

F YOUR PLAYLIST - Vee Auto Feat. Riddance (Prod. Vee Auto)

prod. max band$
lyrics
--
(ouuuu yahhh)
Huh yeah fuck the pain yeah (huhhh)
Yeah that bitch wanna fuck throw the brain yeah
(huhh)
I was humble through this shit fuck the fame yeah
If I gotta dump up out that clip, its gon tame yuh
If I pull out choppa and let it rip rearrange yuh
Huhhh Yeah huh fuck the pain yeah
(huhh)
Pop a perky in the morning for the pain yuh (huhh)
When I wanna get high put that ganja in my blunt (yeahh)
Only fuck with real niggas we don't fake our stunts
She tryna get over her ex nigga
Told her fuck that lame boy I'm the next nigga
That bitch getting me mad I get vexxed nigga
Told him show me a band get a check nigga
She said bae how I heal you I said give me brain (huhh)
Never switch up on my niggas I said fuck the fame (huhh)
Got a bitch she on my body fuck she see my chain (huhh)
She said Justyn do you care I said bitch fuck your pain

(ouuuuu yahhh)
That bitch said do you remember me, no hoe got Pneumonia
Sipping lean ovaaa
Like Deku got plus ultra
Where your bitch boy I had her
Thats easy shit I bag her
You fumble that thats bad work
You cuffing that thats bag work
Don't want that shit I had her
A-adding hoes subtract her
That dirty bitch that dam flirt 
She quick to lift that dam skirt
I call up the whole fucking team I promise boy we ran her\
Switch pass hand her
Diamonds on me hand hurt
Them boys in last I'm dam first
Can't fuck with that bitch she the dam worse
(huh)
Yuh yuh she the dam worse (huh yeah)
Yeah that bitch she coming back I said dam her
(yeah)
I was dam hurt, huh down bad dancer
I was down bad on my ass I lay in dam dirt
(huh)
Lay in dam dirt, but she cannot have my heart (huhh)
Yeah that bitch she fucking with me like a dam harp
(huh)
But that bitch she fucking with me from the dam start 
(huhh)
I said fuck a Bathing Ape boy I rock Chrome Hearts

Huh yeah fuck the pain yeah (huhhh)
Yeah that bitch wanna fuck throw the brain yeah
(huhh)
I was humble through this shit fuck the fame yeah
If I gotta dump up out that clip, its gon tame yuh
If I pull out choppa and let it rip rearrange yuh
Huhhh Yeah huh fuck the pain yeah
(huhh)
Pop a perky in the morning for the pain yuh (huhh)
When I wanna get high put that ganja in my blunt (yeahh)
Only fuck with real niggas we don't fake our stunts
She tryna get over her ex nigga
Told her fuck that lame boy I'm the next nigga
That bitch getting me mad I get vexxed nigga
Told him show me a band get a check nigga
She said bae how I heal you I said give me brain (huhh)
Never switch up on my niggas I said fuck the fame (huhh)
Yeah that bitch she on my body fuck she see my chain (huhh)
She said Justyn do you care I said bitch fuck your pain

(huhhh yeah) (LuhChi)

fuck the pain p. max band$

prod. @playfulljay

lyrics (notputtinglibslol)

I-I can't love no dam hoe
Cannot fuck wit no boppy btch that dam hoe
B-B O P P Y 
Riding with my guys yeah
Slicing shit wit swords I shoot my stick I feel like Snake Eyes
P-Pull up just like hey guys
Backup all these dang lies
These niggas be so motherfuckin ass just bag the dam fries
Get them boys out that light
Yeah them btchs to bright
Niggas be talkin on my name light em like a dam kite

Lighting niggas up huh send a nigga down
We don't fuck wit that lame ass boy yeah he is a clown
That boy he a square can't bring that fuck nigga around
Keep that lame boy out my circle swear to God it will go down
Switch-Switch cheese a nigga young nigga lifestyle
Really hate to be a nigga if that nigga life stop
These hoes call me Mario the way I lay that pipe
Yeah my btch she really BMX the way she ride that bike
Ride that dick just like a trike
That bit gay that btch a dyke
That nigga he talking on my gang I promise it's on sight
Yeah we really getting right
Fuck wit her just for the night
Promise that not nigga steal my bag I swear my handles tight
BLIQ shot stand still
Diamonds on me give me chills
Hollow points they hit a nigga skull they turn him little bill
Stacking bread counting bills
Poppin percs hella pills
Do not underestimate my shooter we confirm that kill

P-Pull up just like hey guys
Backup all these dang lies
These niggas be so motherfuckin ass just bag the dam fries
Get them boys out that light
Yeah them btchs to bright
Niggas be talkin on my name light em like a dam kite
LUHCHI

Ruin

Bev

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