BEAT: (prod. w4akk)
MIXING AND LYRICS: Non3Sens3

THIS SONG IS A JOKE DONT TAKE IT SERIOUS

LYRICS:

Got a clip in my back pocket, spinn it off my finger put in the Glock and cock it 
Dark Knight, born in the dark with a chain and sun glasses got me lookin like mr.world wide 
Dellé
Or was it kanye can’t remember maybe I’m bi-racial like logic
Oh wait he can say the n word 
Catch me in the street sayin racial slurs, like it’s the 1950s 
Cat call a girl lemme I can see some titties 

Twitter fingers, be canceling a mother fuckers over breathing 
Whining over shit like a baby teething 
Ah yes lemme insert my political opinion 
On microwaves
Proceed and talk shit another decade

Maybe I’ll act like a karen at Disneyland 
Da baby, talk about aids, do a little dancy dance 
Act sus with the homies, do a little prancey prance 
Caught me in the hall way with no pants
Like a tweaker, I be screeching
Harder than a car with no breaks 
Rip Steven hawing windows 96, hot wheel havin ass

TWEAKER (prod. w4akk)

prod me
im not an old head but if i talk on the beat imma veteran
see when a situtation is arrivin suggest callin vigi, aint noone dat be better than
like im luffy imma lose 4 time, still runnin it back on all 10 of them
teleport in yo block like an enderman
hearin them bullets turn you into bellerin

like i met my biggest fan, i made his heart start pulsin
you talkin shit you implaulsive
imma get up in the mix
the problem is the glock,yea you do  not tote it
the talk of the town, they sayin vigi a goat
i guess dat imma jus own it
he sayin he better than me, what is this talk
man he a comedian sum like conan


call em a internet shooter uh
he only talk shi on computer uh
send em missin and im talkin bermunda
she give good brain lke she a tutor uh

i gota glick on my hip and wit dat imma talk
get him fired and get em gone imma make his ass do the fuckin walk
he doin tricks on it,he up on it, he kinda movin like he tony hawk
how you aint got no wingspan, he a deadman, im gon keep dat boy up inna mf lock

you gettin locked up
yo hoe she been hoein, she needa fess up

yea im producin n shi
yo favourite artist does he hit like dis
like vigi tha goat yea i know dat he is
i only drop heat when do i miss like bitch
i make a quick band
talk ona net but i wanna talk on lan
hit em like kankan
make dat boy fan fan
turn em to grain like he fuckin sand sand

We at yo door, bayliffs
Im finna take yo hoe, displace it
You can beg but you not gettin placements
Split yo wig boy I'm feeling like jason
You sendin shots I ate it
Yo bitch want me hella bad you hate it
Real nigga on the hunt like I'm kraven, she a fan and she lovin my cadence 

Chrome hearts on the fit,
 glock wit a cooler kit ion miss that bitch
Make that nigga run and trip 
Vigi posted wit the clique no we could not miss 
Get a bag and make it flip
Now he walkin like a crip, wit Devin
We in the mix gon send him to heaven
Shawty rate me out of 10, 11

???? cold hold me
You cannot hoe me 
I'm wit the niggas
I'm wit the homies
You niggas wallace
You niggas phony
Shawty got horny,
She like an oni

Whatever weather I'ma up the cheddar
Bitches getting wetter you ain't tote barettas
Get him fried panchetta, I'ma do it better
Getting green like greta, read between the letters

fella

read between the letters (ft. MBRK)

night to remember (ft. lyfelxss, idkfatal)

dean ambrose (ft. jaywoo)

I got a pistol on my hand; you get one tapped.
The way she bend it over, yeah, yo’ hoe know how to move that.
The second he see 12, he get ready, and he move fast.
Led in the middle of his head; I’m smokin’ who pack?
Dual Berettas on my body, you get smoked up.
I done got the heat up on my leg; shit get burned up.
Presidential pockets, yeah, my wallet filled with dead ones.
He tryna get up in the cut, but he don’t want run ones.
My boy Andy, he keep tuck; he don’t ever lose.
I’m waitin’ for yo’ payment; yo’ shit late—need to pay yo’ dues.
You keep talkin’ crazy on the net, gon’ end up on the news.
Yo’ girl, she not faithful; I done seen her with like seven dudes.
We do ’em dirty, yeah, the deed done like Valentine.
He be talkin’ crazy—how I know that he a fan of mine.
The way I spin yo’ block, got ’em thinkin’ I be stoppin’ time.
Yo’ hoe on rotation; she ain’t never gettin’ back on time.

Yeah, never see it, you’ll believe it.
All these hoes deceivin’; best they do is cheat.
Keep a rotation goin’ like every other week,
’Cause I can’t fall for the same hoe.
Bitch, I gotta go,
Never switchin’ up on my clique; that’s on my foes.
Wake ’em like, "What’s up?"—my pistol ’boutta blow.
Talk down, leave yo’ nose runny like you off some coke.
My new bitch so stunning; every time, my mind is blown.
My brain done blew up.
Okay, you get the point—was retarded, then I grew up.
Finally realized there’s more than two of us.
She asked, "We cool or what?"
You’s a stupid fuck.
Huh, huh, are you dumb?
Gotta provide for myself, and then I can feed the whole family.
My health gettin’ worse; I’m losin’ my sanity.
Mfs spam my DMs like, "Bitch, shut the fuck up."
I ain’t tryna see ’em; these pussies fiendin’, they from the gutter.

i know you (ft. Idkfatal)

she give dome real quick if i ask for it
how you willin to just slide but not die for it
now these bullets got you down make em dance for it
he really wanna talk dont got the time for it

me n cowbla on sum bron n wade shit
i treat the blicky like its a mouse i aim shit
i set it for up luca but his ass impatient
bad bitch slide through invitation

pull up bando thats where zai at
i done dropped a song then yo ass gon needa kayak
know i rarely ever miss, like im payet
you talk shit get hit, then i tie it

2 hands when i hold my stick
needa move cause yo ass get hit
pockets too fat they dont wanna get fit
ion really care bout that other shit

got the mask on, like im franko
got the stick on my side like im django
he dont really wanna talk bout bank hoe
if he really wanna know got a mink coat

=step wrong know you gon be reapin yo benefits
bitch im like pucci the way that im heaven sent
she say she want come round and tell me how she be missin me but i know that imma better man

clock is ticking but i really do not feel its pressure
hate goin out cause my bitch stay in dresser
let me know just how yo ass still playin on dat catch up

yo girl she a thot to me
if you wanna talk upon gang then its blasphemy
more important than sum other hoe, peace of mind to me
liffy got them bullets that give rot, to his enemies
cowbla got that strap n he love that
do not waste my time ion really talk wit rug rats
throw em nother L and yk i make him hold that
to his bitch make her leave turn em koolcat

shoot that
pull up with choppas you better get back
overlooked me n vigi boutta push yo wig back
n yo bitch, i would never ever kiss that
why she stay hittin up my phone i wont hit back
ni steady talkin
im in her head like its mental
my flow is just referential
illusions inside yo mind
it makes it confidential
the words, its like bento??
shawty wanna slide to my crib, its like mementos

i didn't mean to spaz like this
get me onna instrumental talk my shit
if you wanna speak on twin
pull up to the court n ill block that bitch
she on her knees like a pastor
btich i will not see you after
carry that blue on me mega man blaster
his shirt dripped in red mega x factor
you cant talk upon my twin
blade on me move like fin
bitch i kill you just like rim
beat her back just like rim-shot
different than pussy ass rappers yall ni be cappers yall ni just talk alot
my words they shift through the chapters we passin yo blunt off my ni be noddin off

TWEAKER (prod. w4akk)

Non3Sens3

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