Feel Better (prod. pyctur)

Tsunami

28 ft. southside scola & bubbah

Kick back

Apple Music

Trust Issues (Prod. KiloOnDaTrack)

lyrics

V1

All these thoties sliding in my Instagram 
All these hoe they flokin when they got mans
Hold up lil hoe hold up lil bih
Yeah you know ifucking got it and I flex on a that shit 
Yeah I know you use to hate now I can see you on my dick 
I had ya bitch on me last night and she was suckin like a tic 
All these mf like contempt just hit another lick
If you waned to right now it ain't to late to take some pics 
I know one day Ima make it get a Rolex on my wrists 
I know one day Ima make it buy my ma ma ma a crib 
Xxx he told me never kill your mf friends  
But if you have to cut em off show em they dont fuckin live 
For I blow up yeah I know that shit gone happen soon for real 
I ain't trynna sign no label I ain't trynna get a deal 
If we go to war I'll get some wounds but that shit itll heal 
I know I got real brothers and they down to grip the wheel 

(Quiet part of beat)

Damn y'all still hating on me 
Wooo! Fuck they all waiting on me 
Woah godamn fake friends they changing on me 
But I don't give a shit they already dead homies 
(X2)

V2 (hard)
I feel like Pablo all I needed was the indulstructure 
Yeah I had to cut that hoe and I don't think I trust another 
Yeah I had to cut that fuckboy off that shit is no discussion 
If you down to fw me then yo ass better get to bustin 
My fan base is a bunch of bees and I can always hear em buzzin 
I'm the fucking Nuke and yo dumb ass just pushed the fucking buttons 
All these people creepin swear to god that I can never trust em 
Allthese ppl asking bout my songs but I don't ever rush em 
Swear to god I'm going kinda crazy from the robotusum 
Damn my plays are going off I swear it got me fucking blushing 
Bitch I'm like the big bad wolf except I'm puffin never huffin 
When I play my new shit for em all they faces get disgusted 
Oh you bout to run up on me I think you just stupid bluffing 
Oh you making bodys flip you sound like my dead homie Dustin 
Oh your bars they hard as steel well I can see them slowly rusting
You the type to rock fake shit and claim that it's a fucking custom 

Damn y'all still hating on me 
Wooo! Fuck they all waiting on me 
Woah godamn fake friends they changing on me 
But I don't give a shit they already dead homies 


Wooo!

they all waiting on me (Prod. by: Taylor King)

(PROD. ILL Instrumentals)
THANK YOU FOR 300 FOLLOWERS!!!!!
Lyrics
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HOOK
Ask me if i’m laid low bitch i might be 
Catch me wearing ice shoes witha white tee
I want a gold chain want a rolex
Hoe wtf you say what you told me (x2)

V1:
I decided that i dont listen to the hoes now
With all the bs i could see they asses throwin that around
Honestly i’m tryna make to the throne right now 
And if you standing in my way i’ll prolly put you in the ground
Can’t  nobody stand the wave if you aint riding then you drowned 
All my friends and i we smile when we see you fucking frown
Dear fake freidns i’m truely sorry at  my party kick you out
Dear fake friends im truely sorry now you see me wit the clout
I got 3 phones please avoid the other 2
Ones for the plug and the others just for mves
moma hates i drink the postion yeah i guess she don’t approve 
But i don’t give a fuck i’m jus doin what i do 
Yeah i’m whippin in a 4 door one day ima get the coup
Act like you know me but you do not got a clue
Everybody calls me sick but  i’m much more than a flue
All my verses meanin somethin yeah they stick to me like glue

HOOK
Ask me if i’m laid low bitch i might be 
Catch me wearing ice shoes witha white tee
I want a gold chain want a rolex
Hoe wtf you say what you told me (x2)

V2:
I don’t understand all your stupid bs
Yeah i know i’m makin money don’t hit no mo licks
All these fake people think i can’t see through their tricks
And all these fuckin lames need to hop up off dick
I be wearing ice shoes when you see me in my whip 
Please when you see me blowin up don’t get pissed 
I got straight for the kill i don’t no assist 
Got this on my own guess i got a fuckin gift
           they can’t see the vision so of course they gona hate 
I tried to tell the ppl plrz  jus hold up woah wait
I Wanna be like 21 nd count to fuckin eight
Don’t wanna be a broke boy let’s just get  that straight 
So i’m still at work yeah i’m gonna be home late
Ill mf with way too much on his plate
And i still don’t shit bout what you say
And I’m still at the function  pourin up more drinks

HOOK:
Ask me if i’m laid low bitch i might be 
Catch me wearing ice shoes witha white tee
I want a gold chain want a rolex
Hoe wtf you say what you told me (x2)

Ice shoes with a white t (Prod. Ill Instrumentals)

Notebook Of Contempt