“Leaf in pots smoking legal fuck the medicare” goes fuckin crazy g🔥

Girls with brown eyes (prod. jpbeatz x Kelp)

sniper rifle

Leave me in the dirt. 
I'll be okay, I'm making my way through the hate and hurt.
Every day I replay what you say
but I made it worse,  
Feel like I'm feeding my brain to worms,
slowly decaying with nothing to blame but the way the anger and blaming burns.
 
thinking of another way out .
If I'm not taking this pay out 
and then blowing it all on like 8 ounce  
then I'd be up in the hills with a paid spouse 
or a patio up on a lake-house,
but the coppers are pulling these stakeouts,
trynna fuck with the vision I've laid out
so I'm smoking alone trynna fade out.
 
Everybody riding waves now
dripping so heavy that they drown.
Meanwhile I'm with the tre pound.
Grippin' the semi a great sound.
I'm gettin' it poppin', I ain't got an option,
react to your nonsense with nothing but hollows.
They trippin' and droppin' I'm sippin' and stalkin'
he chokin' till coffin he know that the grim reaper follows.

You're my moonlight.
In the dead of night.
You try to keep me out of sight.
Out of mind.
You fucking with my mood type.
What can I do right?
I need a lifeline,
or just a few lines, 
to fix my eyesight.
We've been through it two times
I know you and I fight,
but I mean it tonight.
I'm just another motherfucker with a nine
bite down on the barrel and then i say good fucking night-night.

BURN (prod. alexmilano)

I feel unfinished
Incomplete but I tote heat to fuckin up digits
I got beef but I got it with buncha punk bitches.
How you trynna swing at me when half yo punch misses
Wanna talk shit but I'm still fucking on yo drunk mistress

Yeah she like to fuck
Started looking at me up and down when she put down the cup	
Bitch boy catch an uppercut, or a slug.
Give that boy a cut if he wanna be a thug.

Eyelids heavy slidin' in a yellow Chevy 
steady choppin' up the herbs and the spices for the deli
I'm lit, Henny in my cup and in my belly
half the fiends don't know the word but my prices hella friendly

Bitch it's me against the world 
Testarossa flying through your hood at 112
Never thought again I'd see me fiending for a girl
One shot to your head the whiskey kickin' like a -

I got contacts
Sippin on that Cognac
If I'm popping shots homie you can't slip and dodge that
Imma fucking carjack yo whip
like where yo car at
you don't wanna be a fuckin target
  
Yeah I smoke a lot
Try tell me to stop
You must want yo ass beat
You can't fuckin ask me
Because I ain't gon' do it, ho

Mutha fucka wanna shoot me
this ain't Call of Duty, hoe
shawty wanna do me out the back,
I fucked a groupie, yo
you ain't gon' do nothin, bro
I still keep a toolie tho

because I'm finna snuff him if he ever try harass me
After the marooning leave the blood up on his khakis
spitting like I'm Charizard the way I fuckin blast heat
Tax Office panic from the pay I'm fuckin adding

bitch I like to stack it up 
I get the dope n bag it up
you know I like to rack it up I roll a note and snatch it up
that shit go to my brain

numbing all my senses so I never go insane 
puff more than a train, so I can feel a type of way
cant recall a single word you say, dull the pain
its okay, wipe the tears away, its just another day.


another day (prod. vvulf愛.)

3.5 and a happy meal (feat. Lil Kelp)

I break yo bones in the pit
n' stuff you into it
I'm smokin' California getting dome
behind the window tint

I want 5 percent
Swishin' it
through her lips
let me call my shooter,
baby he don't miss.

Pump shotty with the pistol grip
we gon' do this shit
set a deal up for a brick
tell him we got cash, we ain't tryna tick
he gon' weigh the stash n pull up in a bit
bitch I keep a mac sitting in my little bag of tricks

Smoke a Backwoods sippin' Jack I'm trynna catch some action
pussy shut yo trap if you ain't got no fuckin gat son
you cant smoke no weed up cuz I'm trynna fuckin bag some
he beggin' for his change back, you know I had to tax him
put yo head on the chopping block you know I had to axe him
I'm like where is yo oppa block know know I gotta ask him
imma lock him up and starve him how the fuck is that for fastin'
yeah the glocky go retarded, imma (bup!) right out the cannon

yeah I came home
one day
late up on a Sunday
found out motherfuckers wanna talk about some gunplay
yeah the draco AK
leave you runnin' one way
imma lean out the Hyundai turn yo crib into a gun range

I break yo bones in the pit
n' stuff you into it
I'm smokin' California getting dome
behind the window tint

I want 5 percent
Swishin' it
through her lips
let me call my shooter,
baby he don't miss.

Pump shotty with the pistol grip
we gon' do this shit
set a deal up for a brick
tell him we got cash, we ain't tryna tick
he gon' weigh the stash n pull up in a bit
bitch I keep a mac sitting in my little bag of tricks

bones (prod. Ruby Dredd)

Cant Breathe (prod. jorko)

Cant Love Right (prod. tiresss)

TRIPPIN (feat. Tayno)

Snow White (prod. tiresss)

down under

I get my cheddar from the trap.

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TRIPPIN (feat. Tayno)

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