Sean of the Dead

blitz (prod.hecto)

what you like (feat. brentsrevenge) [p. noevdv]

99 Problems (P. Nova Chance)

GG3 SOON

{Lyrics}

Said baby let’s get this guap

All the pretty hoes give me top
 
Put a fuck nigga up on fox 

Lil bitch wan’ play with my locs

She said “I just want you”

I know you a lie just stop

Bitch you better make yo move

Fore’ your best friend take your spot

My bitch look like Beyoncé 

I’m a CEO like HOV

I don’t care what a peon say

Cuz’ imma get that dough

Said you better get yo ass up

You gotta reach your goals

Said you better get your cash up

Before you love that hoe

She said “Sean I want a bag baby”

I don’t do no trickin’

Mentally I’m doing bad bae 

But I’m still on my pivot 

Physically I’m on they ass bae

I’m still in a mission 

Niggas trippin, imma call up Day

I know that he with it

It’s a calm lil fit

I don’t rock no rick 

I just rock yo bitch 

Yeah the Glock my stick

Yeah the Glock gon shoot

Finna call my troops

Yeah this MJ in 92’

Bitch my 100’s all kinds of blue

Said baby let’s get this guap

All the pretty hoes give me top
 
Put a fuck nigga up on fox 

Lil bitch wan’ play with my locs

She said “I just want you”

I know you a lie just stop

Bitch you better make yo move

Fore’ your best friend take your spot

Best Friend (P. Wishingforglory)

best friend (sped up/nightcore)

All Over (P Oneacxg).wav

War With Us 2 (Ft. Jaymori) [P. Aria1k]

Kyrie (P. Tainiykick)

plentyglory (p. plentyguap+pvgliuzz)

munyun anthem (p. kkoreaxo)

Kali Uchis (P. Tainiykick + Sohi)

kant feel (p. glokmane)

Different Cloth (P. Plentyguap)

change up (p. februxry)

my type (p. fw cal)

prod by oneacxog and stormdidit

LYRICS: Real-Real fashion nigga, take my pic, take my flick hoe (mhm yeah)
Yeah, all black to the socks, like my pistol

Yeah (yea-yeah)
Roll one, spark it up, get high (yea-yeah)
Praise God, count money, get fly(yea-yeah)
My twin walked in with brand new fye (yea-yeah)

Japanese denim, yeah, it got racks in em
All white forces, look like I got crack in em

Real-real fashion nigga, take my pic, take my flick hoe
Yeah, all black to the socks, like my pistol

Yeah, ridin through, we got chops out the window (skrt, skrt skrt, blatt)
Yeah, don't call me twin hoe, I'm not your kinfolk (uh uh)

Pull up to the lo' , bend her like it's limbo (buh buh)
Ugh, I heard you a snitch, nigga spillin info (blatt)

You wan' be rich, but you wasting time, fuck a Rolex (yeah)
Fuck, we got so much guap in here, I said "go flex" (Go)

I been through so much shit, but I ain't sold yet (yeah oh)
Know you goin through it, twin, just don't fold yet (yeah)

Mon-money green, Kermit (ugh, yeah)
Pock-pockets miss piggy (ugh)

How you switch up on the gang, nigga that's so iffy (ugh)
All these niggas so goofy, think they fuck with Mickey (yeah ugh)

If-if you fuck with NTF, lil hoe, then pop a titty (yeah , ugh)
Yeah
(Yea-yeah)

Roll one, spark it up, get high (yea-yeah)
Praise God, count money, get fly(yea-yeah)
My twin walked in with brand new fye (yea-yeah)

Japanese denim, yeah, it got racks in em
All white forces, look like I got crack in em

Real-real fashion nigga, take my pic, take my flick hoe
Yeah, all black to the socks, like my pistol

Real-real fashion nigga, take my pic, take my flick hoe

Japanese Denim (P. Acxg + Stormdidit)

LYRICS 
(What are you telling me?)
Uh,uh,uh,uh

If i eat, then you know the gang eat too
Said you like counting money, me too

You like Ed Hard’ , I like evisu
Lemme show you how to swag, I can teach you

Run up a bag, go berserk (uh)
Man these pussy niggas never learn (uh)

Baby on my line tryna flirt (uh) 
She gon pull up, put in work (uh)

Go to work, go to work, go to work, go to work (uh)
Go to work, go to uh, go to work (uh)

Go to work, go to work, go to work (uh) 
Go to work, go to uh, go to work (uh)

Driving too fast, I hit the curb (skrtt, uh)
Lame niggas, im allergic, im allerg’ (achoo, uh)

Had too much to drank, words slurred (word slurred)
Keep the fye on me, high alert (uh)

Only stepping out the house in some fly shit (in some fly shit)
Catch a nigga stealing swag, he can try it (try it)

Imma whoop him belt to ass, like he my kid (blatt)
Then I’m dunkin’ on his hoe like in 5’6
(Buh , buh , buh , buh, buh)

Fuck, I meant 6’5
Nigga talkin crazy, had to put em’ in line

Think you flyer than the gang, nigga slim chance
Real slim, just like my girl waistline 

This real life, we don’t do stunts (uh)
Got good gas, know I got runtz (uh)

Skinny nigga, but my pockets Dave Blunts (uh)
Think you catching up to me, good luck (uh)

If i eat, then you know the gang eat too
Said you like counting money, me too

You like Ed Hard’ , I like evisu
Lemme show you how to swag, I can teach you

Run up a bag, go berserk (uh)
Man these pussy niggas never learn (uh)

Baby on my line tryna flirt (uh)
She gon pull up, put in work (uh)

Go to work, go to work, go to work, go to work (uh)
Go to work, go to uh, go to work (uh)

Go to work, go to work, go to work (uh)
Go to work, go to uh, go to work (uh)

GO2WERK (P. 5KJORDN)

Bloodshot (P. 2ukko)

my type 2 (p. fw cal + rexv2)

bieber (ft. srt marni) [p. faint]

Chokehold (P. Jones)

top (p. fw cal)

need her (p. tenshixgod + tec9beat)

hotline (ft. jaymori) [p. goodbye + xai]

HAVIN’ MY WAY (P. BARKONTEN + KENZEE + WSM)

POPE (P. BARKONTEN + KENZEE + EMPHASIS + PERDU)

ZOMBIEMAN (P. KIRO + WUTHO)

casper (p. barkonten + bradxday + whosbrando)

kall the troops (barkonten endless glx)

lyrics
Swervin’ this shit with a Glock in the back
Nigga wan’ play in this bitch, go “blatt”
I want worried bout’ shit, but a check
She want me to chase her, but she not the catch 
They wanna cop my style, they wanna cop my swag
My twin got super powers, he just popped an addy
This gas I’m smokin’ diesel, shoutout Shaq
Old hoe tryna spin, but I don’t want her back 
Old hoe tryna spin, but she just want my cash
Had to block her number, she keep callin yeah
Big stick, that murda’
I take my shirt off
I rock the show
They jump like hurdles 
Fuck what ya know, fuck what ya heard of 
Bitch I’m that nigga, ya bitch come flirt yeah
Bitch, I’m the man
Bitch, I’m the man 
Bitch, I’m the man 
Bitch, I’m the man
I get that money, yeah on demand
I count it up til my hands go cramp
I ran it up, stuck to the plan 
I ran it up like a track meet yeah
I know some niggas wan’ cap me yeah
I knows some hoes wan’ slap me yeah 
Some of them switched up, thought it was cool
Same fake niggas wan’ dap me yeah
Niggas wan’ diss, won’t @ me yeah 
I ain’t got time for the cat beef yeah
I ain’t got time for nun’ of that bullshit
Walk in that bitch, oh yeah, with a full clip
Walk in that bitch with a “f-“, it’s a fully
Come through dog shit I’m bully 
Swervin’ this shit with a Glock in the back
Nigga wan’ play in this bitch, go “blatt”
I want worried bout’ shit, but a check
She want me to chase her, but she not the catch 
They wanna cop my style, they wanna cop my swag
My twin got super powers, he just popped an addy
This gas I’m smokin’ diesel, shoutout Shaq
Old hoe tryna spin, but I don’t want her back 
Old hoe tryna spin, but she just want my cash
Had to block her number, she keep callin yeah

cop my swag (p. stanthekid)

NTF Sean

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