the hype is gone its sad bc now we make good music

sorry for the short song, im sick n couldnt record
produced by kidhoodiee, anh, vnoahh
vocals by nvrwill

*lyrics soon*

why did you call?

why did you call? (kidhoodiee x anh x vnoahh)

produced, mixed, & mastered by db808

lyrics:

i do better, all by myself,
i don’t do letters,
even good things end so im tryna get better,

no i don’t think you get it im moving on,
and my past keep on calling,
but im coming home,

im tryna get better,
im loving the cold but im tired of your weather,

i keep goin, i keep goin,
i need something, to hold on,

trust me im knowin,
all yo emotions,
they dont mean nothing,
keep going on,

i do better, all by myself,
i don’t do letters,
even good things end so im tryna get better,

no i don’t think you get it im moving on,
and my past keep on calling,
but im coming home,

im tryna get better,
im loving the cold but im tired of your weather,

move produced by db808

poetry:

onnat real shi
pullup then i peel bitch
yuh
we got real sticks
stosa on his heels bitch
pick yo bro up heal em
higher then tha ceiling
cocaína dealing
im tryna see millions

uh uh uh uh
i said fuck the dead opps
hella guap i ran up
jus like cord i ban yaaaa
tweakin off three 10s ya
kid dont fw xans nah
he dont meet da hammer
bad bitch tryn get hammered
bad bitch her name hannah
i could get yo mans dropped
up dat glocky blam ya
neva need no hand out
send yo bro to hell ya
dk what to tell ya
free my brudda out dat jamma
finna fuck some bandzzz up

skrr skrr skrrrr
bad bitch yeah she coolin w the squad yeah tha team
i could send some bullets to yo heart for talkin mean
n im always posted w lockhart yea this OURRR scene

talkin shit i hit yo fleet
i could make yo lil bitch sing
bad bitch feenin for tha d
sending bullets sum like jah going weee [ shoutout twin ]

(weeeee)

smoking onnat za i cant focus right
yuh, yo bitch on my cock she gone blow dis right?
clutching onnat glock bitch i tote dis might (yaaaaa)
fishing shit got rods get you gone tonight
n im sippin onnat blood cup like focusrite

uh uh uh uh (oh ya)
i said fuck the dead opps
hella guap i ran up
jus like cord i ban yaaaa
tweakin off three 10s ya
kid dont fw xans nah
he dont meet da hammer
bad bitch tryn get hammered
bad bitch her name hannah
i could get yo mans dropped
up dat glocky blam ya
neva need no hand out
send yo bro to hell ya
dk what to tell ya
free my brudda out dat jamma
finna fuck some bandzzz up

onnat real shi
pullup then i peel bitch
yuh
we got real sticks
stosa on his heels bitch
pick yo bro up heal em
(higher then tha ceiling)
cocaína dealing
(im tryna see millions, i said fuck tha dead opps, hella guap i ran up)

real shi p frustration

not me in da cover (@prodfletch)

Annie Roland, 1120 S Harris Rd, Ypsilanti, MI 48198

green prod tdf

upside down (ego)

poetry:

bitch im w my dawgs smth like a roof
yo bitch heard my song then she really poofed
in love w that guap in love w that blue
tryna be wit lock u not a recruit
spinning on his block while im clutching tools
fucking on this thot then im fucking oomf
that shit in my sock up it let it boom
i cannot reside w a bitch like you
rocking my new rocks mix that shit w true

as of recent ive been feeling hella brand new
shoot shit roll tide hell yeah alabama!
too lit carrying these racks like a camel
too sick smoking hella gas i cant handle

when i pull up always rocking issey
wallet full of 100s n them 50s
if we run up prolly take yo city
she got bunda tryna see them titties
put that gun up you aint finna hit me
innat hummer dont tryn get up w me
choppa voila like magic like houdini
knock yo bro off they tryna find who did it

on my body thats rick n evisu
yo bitch on me like why she tryn kiss tool
innat lobby im clutching my pistol
think shit funny we pullup w 6 doods
sippin wocky dont fw no tris dude
keep on talking find out what that blick do
dat bitch nasty i aint tryna hit you
ap flashy like look at my wrist foo

swerve the coupe, make it fly, you aint know nun
dropping racks on sum boof boy you so dumb
neva lack w the dudes yeah the bros huhhhh
got a mac w a strap you aint shoot nun
neva cap always facts always truth huhhhh
smoking thrax yeah that pack whats it to ya?
u so wack u not that pussy shoot sum
runnin racks w my slatt yeah we too up

we can make it happen we could do it right now
pussy wassup wit that rappin wassup wit that cappin pussy put that pipe down
i could leave yo momma saddened clutching on my gadgets i just put my sights down
i heard uncy serving hella white now
that shit crazy i saw it in the fucking prophecy
i been movin hella light pounds
smoking shit 'cuz it help when they dont talk to me
dropping bands on that bitch night gown
took her to louis now she steady toppin me

who gon be there when its lights out?
who gon be there when you down full of honesty

(bad bitch why she tryna be a victim)
(cabbage i been runnin hella chips up)
(lavish inna coupe n im kicked up)
(lockhart we the truth bitch its been us)

its been us p closedfeelings

mixed by @13pharmacy
production by @margoproxy + @larua00
art by @13pharmacy

can't even promise prod margo proxy + larua

say yeah (remix)

produced by bmud
mixed and mastered by primm

lyrics:
(yuh yuh yuh a lot of those)
i dont know what they talkin bout
big sticks i got a lot of em
got (??) know we on the block
he dont want smoke he know wassup
got cheddar shave it off the block
they talk a lot till it get hot
dk my name but say wassup
got cherry soda w/ the mud
i smoke that pack till i get high
cant see a thing ive crossed the line
dont need nobody bih im shy
dont need nobody to get (to get high)
dont need u lil bih i lied
dis petty shi gon make me (ha)
dis petty shi gon make me die
i dont like being by your side
i cant believe it was a hu
i cant believe it was a lie
u was the best thing in my eyes
was with you everytime you cried

was with you everytime you (haaa)
(was with you everytime you x2)

i hate it when you cross my mind
like bih stay off my fucking line
cant say nuthin im too tongue tied
knew everything you tried to hide

i knew everything you tried to hide
thought i cant see shi w/ my own 2 eyes
thought it would work everytime i tried
im tryna get u outta my damn mind
(im tryna get u outta my damn mind 3x)

wassup

wassup (bmud)

prod @ameiswut and me
@xayna16

Lyrics: 
all these hoes they stuck on me
got these bags a couple on me
i walk in got stuff on me
brand new fashion undercover on me
they wanna see wsp w me
double c there aint no true on these jeans
walk in this bitch and say fuck it and leave 
bro got a k he gon blow up the street

japaneese my clothes japaneese my bitch
shit getting hot like a stove they tryna flex like dis
sometimes i get cold when i sip
yo ass getting folded in this zip

yo ass getting choke holded yuh
im not gon hold you
nagato my denims bitch i fkn own it yuh
u better watch where u steppin u get fkn thrown around
like bro what is u reppin u aint reppin shit not down
thats fkn astounding 
this beat sound like fkn touch down
blow like soma aint osama bitch im thuggin w my rounds
know they watchin me i know they fkn prayin on my down
bitch im gone
u aint never see me posted w out my hounds

hounds w/ xayna (prod. ameiswut x me)

jahhlu, keeta - tweaked up

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why did you call? (kidhoodiee x anh x vnoahh)

nvrwill

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