takin off (prod. @316god_)

unodavid - Basic

Produced By: E.T. Rosé
Engineered By: E.T. Rosé
Written By: Twist & Sawlo
Performed By: Twist & Sawlo 
Booth2! Productions

Shoot It (feat. Sawlo) (Prod. by E.T. Rosé)

Tossing & Turning

Diamonds (feat. Royce David)

onna e-way/777 ft. fijimacintosh (prod. OOGIEMANE)

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Prod. @gerreaux

Built For This (Vibe)

we all go through it, and we all can get through it </3

ALONE

Nikolai Jacob "Stay Wit Me", STREAMING ON ALL PLATFORMS (APPLE MUSIC, ITUNES, SPOTIFY, YOUTUBE, DEEZER, ETC.)

Stay Wit Me

CREW PAID Prod. Marcello Trill

resent

Resent (Prod: megee)

DANGER!? (prod . Bwser)

[ayejay!?]
I cant trust these niggas
I cant trust a soul
That’s why I ride round wit blickys
I ride round wit poles
But I do not get my hands dirty
Leave it to my bros
My real hitters do it for me
They gon wipe ya nose

My ops they in trouble
They in danger
Got bands on his head
You just gotta put a wager
He sipping on meds
Purp n yellow like a laker
He running to the feds
He think they gon be his saviour

[Sean!?]
And na that agent he wont save ya,
my niggas on the hunt that nigga rat
exterminate him
[ayejay!?]
That boy running from the racks
I guess that’s why he broke
He aint worried bout a check
Cause he won’t make it home
[Sean!?]
That boy sniffin white no bitch to wipe his nose
Swear that he on fire, wet him up no hose
pussy he aint bout it, fear all in his bones
niggas talking tough all on the net yea we gon buss this chrome

I got me a lighter,
And I got 2 glocks i got 2 blunts which should i blow?
Reup for these pussy niggas if they want some smoke,
And aint no bitch gon hold his hand its murder that she wrote

Opps swear that they dangerous but they in real danger
That boy on the run he better pace no danny granger
That boy out of breathe from tellin tales he need inhaler
He feeding feds his story look boy im the narrator
Damn a nigga pussy boy he sweet like now or laters

He think that its a game no this real life, so we dont play fair
Shootas at his krib, but he absent tell em stay there
hit up brodi ex n we connect jus like a stapler

That boy he a jit, he my son straight to daycare
I've been on that grind and niggas in my way of paper
Me and Aj Shynas we be drippin like some sailors
And man these diamonds timeless water drippin like some freon