wassup?
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Lyrics:
'Lil bitch, wassup?
I'm 'boutta come thru
Got me pourin' up a cup I'm 'boutta split witchu
Too clean, my whip, new rear view
They behind me up and cut I'm 'boutta drift through
New rims, new tint, rep blue bills
I'mma teach you how to stunt, rock rich milles
Got the guap, new print, rep new grilles
Stacked up, got the diamonds stayin' still like

'Lil bitch, wassup?
I'm 'boutta come thru
Got me pourin' up a cup I'm 'boutta split witchu
Too clean, my whip, new rear view
They behind me up and cut I'm 'boutta drift through
New rims, new tint, rep blue bills
I'mma teach you how to stunt, rock rich milles
Got the guap, new print, rep new grilles
Stacked up, got the diamonds stayin' still like

Pull up, baby tell me how you show up
I been countin' bands, makin' money do a roll-up
Racks in my hands with the drip on my shoulders
Plaques from the brands, makin' hits when I blow up
I been always comin' up
Never stop
Make another milli' on a track
When I drop
Know I'm always runnin' up back on the opps
Got me slidin' in the coupe with the blick
Draining clips till they drop

'Lil bitch, wassup?
I'm 'boutta come thru
Got me pourin' up a cup I'm 'boutta split witchu
Too clean, my whip, new rear view
They behind me up and cut I'm 'boutta drift through
New rims, new tint, rep blue bills
I'mma teach you how to stunt, rock rich milles
Got the guap, new print, rep new grilles
Stacked up, got the diamonds stayin' still like

Ayy, wait
I'mma pull up on the straight
G-Gas it now we zoomin'
With the cover on the plate
Dripped like Drake
Chrome hearts on the Wraith
Bought a brand new estate
Bring the bitch through the gate
Like woah, pull up to the show
'Lil bitch she bad, you know I'm 'boutta let her know
Shawty bring it back, cause I'm tryna move it slow
Got the fit matte black,  new kicks
Hit a lick then I go

'Lil bitch, wassup?
I'm 'boutta come thru
Got me pourin' up a cup I'm 'boutta split witchu
Too clean, my whip, new rear view
They behind me up and cut I'm 'boutta drift through
New rims, new tint, rep blue bills
I'mma teach you how to stunt, rock rich milles
Got the guap, new print, rep new grilles
Stacked up, got the diamonds stayin' still like

'Lil bitch, wassup?
I'm 'boutta come thru
Got me pourin' up a cup I'm 'boutta split witchu
Too clean, my whip, new rear view
They behind me up and cut I'm 'boutta drift through
New rims, new tint, rep blue bills
I'mma teach you how to stunt, rock rich milles
Got the guap, new print, rep new grilles
Stacked up, got the diamonds stayin' still like

wassup?

NICE! (feat. Levi Simon)
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Lyrics:
I don't wanna hear you talk
Baby, move it
See you do it like that
Got a lotta walk
How I'm movin' my racks
Imma count
Hunnids cruisin' through, my stack
No doubt
Money bruisin' blue
No black
I don't a give a fuck
Walk in like I'm new
Talkin' big bucks
Double up
Turn it into two
Got me dripped up, nice
Pourin' up a cup
Give a damn about a price
Sip 'till I'm slumped
New bands, no advice

Talk baby, move it
See you do it like that
Got a lotta walk
How I'm movin' my racks
Imma count
Hunnids cruisin' through, my stack
No doubt
Money bruisin' blue
No black
I don't a give a fuck
Walk in like I'm new
Talkin' big bucks
Double up
Turn it into two
Got me dripped up, nice
Pourin' up a cup
Give a damn about a price
Sip 'till I'm slumped
New bands, no advice

Keep it true
Always keep a tool
Beam up by side
I keep it hidden 'outta view
If u talkin' like a bitch
Imma show you what it do
Let the choppa take a hit
Drop a clip and let it shoot
Drop dead
Get the loot, what I said
Pull up with the troops
One word, they droppin' lead
Got me slidin' with the group
And we only seein' red
Now I'm ridin' in the coupe
With your bitch
How I scooped, then I fled

I don't wanna hear you talk
Baby, move it
See you do it like that
Got a lotta walk
How I'm movin' my racks
Imma count
Hunnids cruisin' through, my stack
No doubt
Money bruisin' blue
No black
I don't a give a fuck
Walk in like I'm new
Talkin' big bucks
Double up
Turn it into two
Got me dripped up, nice
Pourin' up a cup
Give a damn about a price
Sip 'till I'm slumped
New bands, no advice

Aye
You know you still be on my mind though
R-R-Roll it up
And I put it all behind though
Sucks to suck
And I know you only call to fuck
Best of luck
Cause you're stuck
And my team is goin' up
Aye
I know you fuckin' with this new shit
Stars in her eyes
Breathe it in and take a hit
Awful bliss
I don't say goodbye, I blow a kiss
I know you miss
And I'm moving on don't reminisce

I don't wanna hear you talk
Baby, move it
See you do it like that
Got a lotta walk
How I'm movin' my racks
Imma count
Hunnids cruisin' through, my stack
No doubt
Money bruisin' blue
No black
I don't a give a fuck
Walk in like I'm new
Talkin' big bucks
Double up
Turn it into two
Got me dripped up, nice
Pourin' up a cup
Give a damn about a price
Sip 'till I'm slumped
New bands, no advice

Talk baby, move it
See you do it like that
Got a lotta walk
How I'm movin' my racks
Imma count
Hunnids cruisin' through, my stack
No doubt
Money bruisin' blue
No black
I don't a give a fuck
Walk in like I'm new
Talkin' big bucks
Double up
Turn it into two
Got me dripped up, nice
Pourin' up a cup
Give a damn about a price
Sip 'till I'm slumped
New bands, no advice

NICE! (feat. Levi Simon)

BERETTA
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Lyrics:
Aye
I'm a killa
I'm 'boutta run it back up on my opps
It's a Beretta
Spray 'em down, now bodies 'boutta drop
I fuck that bitch
When that lil shawty pull up, give me top
Then I dip
I can never trust a bitch if she a thot
I can't trust no hoe
Shawty she a player, that's fasho
Aint no hater, cause she bankin'
I know shawty isn't broke
Nun major
AMG, got me riding with this scope
63, pull up with the 40 on me then I go

I'm a killa
I'm 'boutta run it back up on my opps
It's a Beretta
Spray 'em down, now bodies 'boutta drop
I fuck that bitch
When that lil shawty pull up, give me top
Then I dip
I can never trust a bitch if she a thot
I can't trust no hoe
Shawty she a player, that's fasho
Aint no hater, cause she bankin'
I know shawty isn't broke
Nun major
AMG, got me riding with this scope
63, pull up with the 40 on me then I go

Imma pull up in the pack
New whip, matte black
I'm 'boutta drop another clip
Imma spray 'em with the mac
Bodies flop, wipe 'em clean
How I'm countin' up my stacks
From the Glock, choppa mean
How it sound when it attack
Drop dead
I'm 'boutta hit 'em
Leave 'em seein' red
Countin' big bands, clean hands
Dirty up the lead, no demands
I'm goin out to spin 'em down instead
Run the plan, lock the scope
Got the beam up infrared

Aye
I'm a killa
I'm 'boutta run it back up on my opps
It's a Beretta
Spray 'em down, now bodies 'boutta drop
I fuck that bitch
When that lil shawty pull up, give me top
Then I dip
I can never trust a bitch if she a thot
I can't trust no hoe
Shawty she a player, that's fasho
Aint no hater, cause she bankin'
I know shawty isn't broke
Nun major
AMG, got me riding with this scope
63, pull up with the 40 on me then I go

Imma slide
I pull up then we kick it on the side
Catchin' new bands
Droptop, coupe is how we ride
I'm the new man, saw it off
Shoot 'em and they die
Catch these new hands, lockjaw
Leave 'em at goodbye

How I'm posted with the crew
Totin' beams like its swat
If I call they make a move
Droppin' clips, no stock
It's assault with the tool
New Beretta, fuck a Glock
Your fault if I shoot
For the better if u talk

Aye
I'm a killa
I'm 'boutta run it back up on my opps
It's a Beretta
Spray 'em down, now bodies 'boutta drop
I fuck that bitch
When that lil shawty pull up, give me top
Then I dip
I can never trust a bitch if she a thot
I can't trust no hoe
Shawty she a player, that's fasho
Aint no hater, cause she bankin'
I know shawty isn't broke
Nun major
AMG, got me riding with this scope
63, pull up with the 40 on me then I go

I'm a killa
I'm 'boutta run it back up on my opps
It's a Beretta
Spray 'em down, now bodies 'boutta drop
I fuck that bitch
When that lil shawty pull up, give me top
Then I dip
I can never trust a bitch if she a thot
I can't trust no hoe
Shawty she a player, that's fasho
Aint no hater, cause she bankin'
I know shawty isn't broke
Nun major
AMG, got me riding with this scope
63, pull up with the 40 on me then I go

BERETTA

throwaway song 🤷‍♂️

Lyrics:
aye, I been on my lick shit
ha, when it split
pull up with the beam
imma pop out with the stick
got my guap, never stop
cause we out makin hits
count my bank while im covered up in ricks
got my bag no loose
I got caught makin it, shh
say fuck it cause I'm done with the piss shit
fits, I got tips
with the gang we got swiss shit
new hoe and she covered up in misfits

miss this
I been hittin tricks
out the hit list, fix shit
pull on my bitch
in the stickshift
mistress
shawty got the drip
on her wishlist
cop a couple, drop a six
takin fit pics too
ay, whatchu tryna do?
pull up to the scene
in the whip, brand new
I been countin hoes
turning one into two
hit a lick with the switch
getting guap what I do

aye, I been on my lick shit
ha, when it split
pull up with the beam
imma pop out with the stick
got my guap, never stop
cause we out makin hits
count my bank while im covered up in ricks
got my bag no loose
I got caught makin it, shh
say fuck it cause I'm done with the piss shit
fits, I got tips
with the gang we got swiss shit
new hoe and she covered up in misfits

ay double up,
pour up in my cup
got my guap stuck
run it up
countin never stop
till my guap tucked
comin up
see em callin docks
got it locked up
aint no cookout
imma pull up to the potluck
damn, now we got a plan
imma tell em get my closeup
cause im closer than yo man
imma hit a lick on ur bitch
take ur thot cause I can
then I dip, throw a fit
aye u missed, but I can't

aye, I been on my lick shit
ha, when it split
pull up with the beam
imma pop out with the stick
got my guap, never stop
cause we out makin hits
count my bank while im covered up in ricks
got my bag no loose
I got caught makin it, shh
say fuck it cause I'm done with the piss shit
fits, I got tips
with the gang we got swiss shit
new hoe and she covered up in misfits

MISFITS

REPRESENT
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Lyrics:
Bitch imma get it
I got too much fucking bands
To catch a flight up off of credit
Fuck a plan, it's on sight
Drop a clip we sprayin' pellets
Make the opp drop down
We gon' show 'em that we meant it
Wear a nice priced chain
Gotta stunt, we represent
If you say a word, we gon' pull up with the crew
Go and tote the beam, they gon' aim and let it shoot
Movin' silent, no sound, we gon' pull up fucking mute
Slidin' up on rebound, if they run it's a pursuit

Bitch imma get it
I got too much fucking bands
To catch a flight up off of credit
Fuck a plan, it's on sight
Drop a clip we sprayin' pellets
Make the opp drop down
We gon' show 'em that we meant it
Wear a nice priced chain
Gotta stunt, we represent
If you say a word, we gon' pull up with the crew
Go and tote the beam, they gon' aim and let it shoot
Movin' silent, no sound, we gon' pull up fucking mute
Slidin' up on rebound, if they run it's a pursuit

Runnin' up like a shoota, you can't do it though
I say fuck it, make 'em drop when I let it blow
With the gang, bag it up, rockin' Uniqlo
Take they guap, unattached, we gon' leave 'em broke
Kick it,
Fuck 'round and we spin it
Shawty gonna slide
Hit my phone up with them digits
She my ride or die
Bonnie Clyde, made explicit
Whippin' on the ride
Then I dash, ain't no tickets, aye

Bitch imma get it
I got too much fucking bands
To catch a flight up off of credit
Fuck a plan, it's on sight
Drop a clip we sprayin' pellets
Make the opp drop down
We gon' show 'em that we meant it
Wear a nice priced chain
Gotta stunt, we represent
If you say a word, we gon' pull up with the crew
Go and tote the beam, they gon' aim and let it shoot
Movin' silent, no sound, we gon' pull up fucking mute
Slidin' up on rebound, if they run it's a pursuit

I can't give up on the clique
Oppa pullin' up
Get the choppa, let it speak
Commas showin' up
Get the bands when I peak
I don't give a fuck about the problem if it's weak
Aye
Imma count that,
It's money stackin' up
Get the racks and make it double
Bounce back,
I couldn't grab enough so get the duffel
Got us whippin' out the hatchback
No flash, we get the muzzle
You know I'm goin' out like

Bitch imma get it
I got too much fucking bands
To catch a flight up off of credit
Fuck a plan, it's on sight
Drop a clip we sprayin' pellets
Make the opp drop down
We gon' show 'em that we meant it
Wear a nice priced chain
Gotta stunt, we represent
If you say a word, we gon' pull up with the crew
Go and tote the beam, they gon' aim and let it shoot
Movin' silent, no sound, we gon' pull up fucking mute
Slidin' up on rebound, if they run it's a pursuit

Bitch imma get it
I got too much fucking bands
To catch a flight up off of credit
Fuck a plan, it's on sight
Drop a clip we sprayin' pellets
Make the opp drop down
We gon' show 'em that we meant it
Wear a nice priced chain
Gotta stunt, we represent
If you say a word, we gon' pull up with the crew
Go and tote the beam, they gon' aim and let it shoot
Movin' silent, no sound, we gon' pull up fucking mute
Slidin' up on rebound, if they run it's a pursuit

REPRESENT

stay (prod. Eem Triplin)
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Lyrics:
REPRESENT
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Lyrics:
Said "baby, won't you stay?"
Countin' up my racks
Cause you pushin' me away
Put a 100 on the dash
Cause you move from my place
Tryna bring you back
But I guess it wasn't fate
Never flowed both ways

Said "baby, won't you stay?"
Countin' up my racks
Cause you pushin' me away
Put a 100 on the dash
Cause you move from my place
Tryna bring you back
But I guess it wasn't fate
Never flowed both ways
Said

Wait for me
Said I wanted it to last
You can't relate to me
Only wanna move it fast
Go straight to three
Fake love, it's fucking cap
Just the way I see
Trapped love, I'm free
It's no debate
Shawty she a hoe
Tryna fuck first date
Tryna get to know you
Havin' talks till it's late
Fucking sucks you couldn't pull thru
Movin' on with no update
Thinkin' what I couldn't show you
In the past, no await

Said "baby, won't you stay?"
Countin' up my racks
Cause you pushin' me away
Put a 100 on the dash
Cause you move from my place
Tryna bring you back
But I guess it wasn't fate
Never flowed both ways

Said "baby, won't you stay?"
Countin' up my racks
Cause you pushin' me away
Put a 100 on the dash
Cause you move from my place
Tryna bring you back
But I guess it wasn't fate
Never flowed both ways
Said

Why'd you lie about the long-term us together?
No motivation, so I shoulda known better
Count the days you were gone, can't forget her
Take my mind up off you, countin' up the cheddar
I don't need you if you're gonna up and run
Stackin' up the bands, gettin' guap my only fun
If I put it all behind me, nun left cause now we done
Never had nun special
We were two when I thought that we was one

Said "baby, won't you stay?"
Countin' up my racks
Cause you pushin' me away
Put a 100 on the dash
Cause you move from my place
Tryna bring you back
But I guess it wasn't fate
Never flowed both ways

Said "baby, won't you stay?"
Countin' up my racks
Cause you pushin' me away
Put a 100 on the dash
Cause you move from my place
Tryna bring you back
But I guess it wasn't fate
Never flowed both ways
Said

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COLD KILLA (feat. nightlock)
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Lyrics:
Bitch I'm breakin' bank
Drop the guap, don't get enough
Spend a milli on the fangs
Just so I could get the blood
Maskin' up, don't show no face
Know what hit em? bitch, what
Cold killa, start a case
No vanilla, you a punk
So I'm boutta raid the room
Knock knock at yo door
Single uzi, I got two
Drop a clip down to the floor
Lil bitch I make the moves
Gettin' guap I get the dough
Lil bitch I make the moves
Gettin' guap I get the yuh, aye

I ain't fuckin' with no thot bitch, toxic
Pussy boy you not shit
Talkin' 'bout yo ex
Don't give fuck, just change the topic
I can't love a hoe
Get too obsessed, it's too exhausting
Oppa makin' threats
All with the talk, no walk, you flauntin' bitch
I'll pull up with the clique
Have the semi-auto sprayin'
Say a name, I get 'em hit
I'm droppin' bodies, none remaining
Thermal scope, extended clip
Don't give a damn 'bout what you sayin'
Imma tote a double blick

It's a thermal scope
I point it at the skele
Red dot, red beam
Got my choppa real heavy
I don't do fake shit
Got me hangin' out the heli
Lil bitch don't trip
Hollow tip, she deadly
Like bitch I'm a bully
I pull up in a hoodie
Got the blackout drip
Face mask with the toolie
Imma have to get the .45
Pussy, you gon' die, droppin' slowly
Hear the war cry
Take the body's life, make 'em know me

Bitch I'm breakin' bank
Drop the guap, don't get enough
Spend a milli on the fangs
Just so I could get the blood
Maskin' up, don't show no face
Know what hit em? bitch, what
Cold killa, start a case
No vanilla, you a punk
So I'm boutta raid the room
Knock knock at yo door
Single uzi, I got two
Drop a clip down to the floor
Lil bitch I make the moves
Gettin' guap I get the dough
Lil bitch I make the moves
Gettin' guap I get the yuh, aye

Look
Big bags on my back, like a scholar
Shorty goin' dummy with the brain, call up Harvard
Give yo ass the fade, and I ain't never been a barber
I been tweakin' with the stick, and I ain't talkin' Harry
Hit the block, God damn, I'm a stone-cold killa
Zip code on my body, bitch the fit is five figures
Bitches on my body 'cuz they know I'm that nigga
Church told me repent, they know I'm a sinner

Got a show back home, spit some shit for the people
Go crazy, baby, tryna see how low the knees go
Beggin' for attention, I don't have what you seek, hoe
Shots with the guys, know we sippin' Casamigos
Then she walked into the room, she a bad, bad bittie
Curvy waist, brown skin, gold chain by her titties
Shorty took me by the arm, know she fuck with me heavy
Bum bitch talkin' shit, hit lil' bro with the semi
On gang

Bitch I'm breakin' bank
Drop the guap, don't get enough
Spend a milli on the fangs
Just so I could get the blood
Maskin' up, don't show no face
Know what hit em? bitch, what
Cold killa, start a case
No vanilla, you a punk
So I'm boutta raid the room
Knock knock at yo door
Single uzi, I got two
Drop a clip down to the floor
Lil bitch I make the moves
Gettin' guap I get the dough
Lil bitch I make the moves
Gettin' guap I get the yuh, aye

COLD KILLA (feat. nightlock)

GUAP
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Lyrics:
Bitch, why don't you stop?
I'm bankin' it up, I'm stackin' the guap
Aye, yuh
I can't trust a hoe, the heart too cold
She lie when she talk
Bitches be trippin', I'm standin' on business
I can't get caught up with these hoes and these snitches
Don't never listen, I'm teachin' a lesson
I can't go fuck with no hoes and snitches

Bitch, why don't you stop?
I'm bankin' it up, I'm stackin' the guap
Aye, yuh
I can't trust a hoe, the heart too cold
She lie when she talk
Bitches be trippin', I'm standin' on business
I can't get caught up with these hoes and these snitches
Don't never listen, I'm teachin' a lesson
I can't go fuck with no hoes and snitches

Aye, wild lil bitch, don't talk no shit
If I got the glock imma drop some clips
Imma have to stop the opp, imma get 'em all hit
Know the choppa gonna chop, imma get that boy split
Imma have to go and dumb 'em down
This a drum round, dummy blick
Cash 'em out, that's a hunned thou', getting rich
I can't trust no hoes, I can't trust no snitch
Imma double up and go, my bands too thick

Bitch, why don't you stop?
I'm bankin' it up, I'm stackin' the guap
Aye, yuh
I can't trust a hoe, the heart too cold
She lie when she talk
Bitches be trippin', I'm standin' on business
I can't get caught up with these hoes and these snitches
Don't never listen, I'm teachin' a lesson
I can't go fuck with no hoes and snitches

Aye, I can't trust no hoe
Shawty drop you down, gon' leave you broke
It's a heartbreak, gon' take yo soul
Waste yo time, leave you cold
Ain't no dumb bitch, she a smart thot
Gon' take control
Lose yo sum quick, make your heart drop 
Too damn bold

Bitch, why don't you stop?
I'm bankin' it up, I'm stackin' the guap
Aye, yuh
I can't trust a hoe, the heart too cold
She lie when she talk
Bitches be trippin', I'm standin' on business
I can't get caught up with these hoes and these snitches
Don't never listen, I'm teachin' a lesson
I can't go fuck with no hoes and snitches

Bitch, why don't you stop?
I'm bankin' it up, I'm stackin' the guap
Aye, yuh
I can't trust a hoe, the heart too cold
She lie when she talk
Bitches be trippin', I'm standin' on business
I can't get caught up with these hoes and these snitches
Don't never listen, I'm teachin' a lesson
I can't go fuck with no hoes and snitches

NEVER CHANGE

GUAP

u should know (feat. nick docks) OUT NOW ON ALL PLATS

TEN!
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Lyrics:
Give a fuck about hoes
Stay steppin, ten toes
Ten bands, ten plaques
Two hands, one show
When that lil bitch gon' pop out
We gon' show her how it go
How we stay stackin' the racks
And droppin' tracks out like she know
I'm in the rover
Bentley truck, I'm barely stayin' sober
I'm over
Always got it on, Doc Marten black loafers
Talkin' like I'm wrong on how I'm boutta give you closure
Bipolar, I'm too caught up with my racks I lose composure

Give a fuck about hoes
Stay steppin, ten toes
Ten bands, ten plaques
Two hands, one show
When that lil bitch gon' pop out
We gon' show her how it go
How we stay stackin' the racks
And droppin' tracks out like she know
I'm in the rover
Bentley truck, I'm barely stayin' sober
I'm over
Always got it on, Doc Marten black loafers
Talkin' like I'm wrong on how I'm boutta give you closure
Bipolar, I'm too caught up with my racks I lose composure

I'm too busy stackin' racks
And wrappin' pape with rubber bands
Like imma have to run that back
I'm packin' cash, do it again
Double tap, it's just a fact
Yo bitch is trippin, no amends
She actin' wack, I tell her do the dash
Go run back to yo man, aye
I'm runnin' milli's up
No pay cut, get a raise
No need to stunt to say sum
You already know my name
Got the bitches in my business
I can't even catch a break
Ain't no askin' how I did it
You just know I got the bank, aye

You know we pull up with the team
Now we gon' get to talkin
Stackin' guap and gettin' green
Got milli's up in paper, rep a bust-down AP
Always steppin' like a player
Diamonds shinin' how it gleam
Like I'm always goin' hot
Nah, shit don't never stop
Shawty wanna talk but she a money chasin' thot
Imma tell that bitch to wait
Cause I got bank that imma drop
If there's too much on my plate
Ain't no debate, I throwin' guap

Give a fuck about hoes
Stay steppin, ten toes
Ten bands, ten plaques
Two hands, one show
When that lil bitch gon' pop out
We gon' show her how it go
How we stay stackin' the racks
And droppin' tracks out like she know
I'm in the rover
Bentley truck, I'm barely stayin' sober
I'm over
Always got it on, Doc Marten black loafers
Talkin' like I'm wrong on how I'm boutta give you closure
Bipolar, I'm too caught up with my racks I lose composure

Give a fuck about hoes
Stay steppin, ten toes
Ten bands, ten plaques
Two hands, one show
When that lil bitch gon' pop out
We gon' show her how it go
How we stay stackin' the racks
And droppin' tracks out like she know
I'm in the rover
Bentley truck, I'm barely stayin' sober
I'm over
Always got it on, Doc Marten black loafers
Talkin' like I'm wrong on how I'm boutta give you closure
Bipolar, I'm too caught up with my racks I lose composure

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Lyrics:
Like what, what, what, what?
I been gettin' dollas, makin' money, do the kick back
Clips in this choppa, I drop 'em down and take yo bitch
I don't tote unless I gotta, if I do I'm totin' big
I got sticks, them double uzi's doin' damage when it hit that
Bliss from these bands, I'm livin' lavish every day
I got guap in my hands, my pockets saggin' from the bank
Shit ain't part of a plan, I'm getting cheddar either way
And if it's one or another, then I'm the one that's getting paid, hoe
Lay low, offshore deposits, stackin' pesos
Never gon' stop, I got it locked from different payrolls
Manual my whip, I shift the stick cause I can't stay long
Hit and I dip, I leave a bitch before the day's gone
And I can't really trip
You know I'm livin' life and keep it movin' how it is
Don't got time for stupid shit, you tryna do what I did
You a copy, counterfeit, and I'm the one that's droppin' hits, yuh, aye

Aye, one shot to the dome
Two shots, droppin' chrome
Reppin' toolies and these beams, I'm takin' bodies to the tomb
I got diamonds on the teeth, they shinin' brighter than the moon
Bitches wildin' when they gleamin', so I'm steady makin moves
Makin' bank
Doin' shows, you know I always climb the ranks
On the go, I'm stayin' low when I'm steady movin' weight
I'm on patrol, stayin' rollin' like I'm PD of the state
Go sevenfold, too much guap that I can't hide up in the safe, uh

I'm sneakin' up, you know I'm comin' from the backside
You ain't seeing nun
I'm stayin' quiet cause I'm outta sight
Stackin' up my guap, I did it once, so gotta do it twice
Best things come in two, so what I do is get my money right
Get my cheddar, yeah you really seein' sums
I got commas on my statements, yeah we really turnin' up
Called my momma said I made it, and I'm never one to stunt
But you call me out and say shit, imma show you what I done

I been gettin' dollas, makin' money, do the kick back
Clips in this choppa, I drop 'em down and take yo bitch
I don't tote unless I gotta, if I do I'm totin' big
I got sticks, them double uzi's doin' damage when it hit that
Bliss from these bands, I'm livin' lavish every day
I got guap in my hands, my pockets saggin' from the bank
Shit ain't part of a plan, I'm getting cheddar either way
And if it's one or another, then I'm the one that's getting paid, hoe
Lay low, offshore deposits, stackin' pesos
Never gon' stop, I got it locked from different payrolls
Manual my whip, I shift the stick cause I can't stay long
Hit and I dip, I leave a bitch before the day's gone
And I can't really trip
You know I'm livin' life and keep it movin' how it is
Don't got time for stupid shit, you tryna do what I did
You a copy, counterfeit, and I'm the one that's droppin' hits, yuh, aye

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