STREAM BANGERS

Taylor Freestyle (prod. xte)

Lyrics:
Fuck it let it burn set the world in flames
Get em off the chain
I be smoking buzzin
Then Im gone into another thang
Taking all your problems
Bitch I did it like a fucking saint 
While these pussies talking Im despairing like Im David Blane

Pissed them
I’ve done it
You want it 
You got it
Put some ice up on my wrist
And then this shit feel like static
All that fake love feelin’ plastic, cut ‘em off, it’s tragic
Every move I make volcanic
Bitch I’m causing havoc

Im mister killa motherfucka if you got a problem let me know
Ya’ll be drowning in these bottles think yall losing all control
I be hanging in this system bitch I did it like Im cloned
Ain’t nobody held me down I did it on my own



Beat:
PROD. SCARY MIND

HA7OC

𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖘 𝖙𝖔 

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