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I Miss Whitney

Drip or Drown 2

Same Yung N*gga feat. Playboi Carti

Meet The Woo

Welcome To The Party

My Party (feat. Tony Bigz)

(Chorus)
Hey-O, Hey-O
Summer time is here so 
Grab yo shoes, to play-o
There’s no time to waste-o
Pick yo piece of Play-Doh
We got needs to play jokes
Feel the breeze, we let go 
Take a leap we sanging 
Oh-Wah-Oh (x8)

(Verse 1)
Dirty knees, with Levi jeans on, I was a little youngin’ 
Baseball cap and T-Shirt was long 
I was a little rascal 
Kool-Aid Jammers, leave the door open
You’re either in or out 
Hit the corner store with a quarter you get a icey pop, 
Beg your momma for that dollar 25
So you can get that beef patty with cheese
You gotta come up with a lie so you can keep the change and buy yourself a teeny juice a bag of hot cheetos 
Oh where my week go? 
Now wasn’t it just on Saturday 
It doesn’t matter it’s summer
bummer people don’t love her enough
I guess cause they working or homeless
Why am I thinking so much? 
I should be playin’ manhunt or freeze tag Nuh uh, no you didn’t, you didn’t tag me, I called time out before you grabbed me 
Oh man not this again, who let Brandon play with us man, it’s game over 
10 A.M. morning, now 6 O’clock in the evening 
Now it’s 9 at night 
But we active like the burning bright of the street light 
Oh that’s my mama callin’ 
Good night, summer’s start is nice

(Chorus)
Hey-O, Hey-O
Summer time is here so 
Grab yo shoes, to play-o
There’s no time to waste-o
Pick yo piece of Play-Doh
We got needs to play jokes
Feel the breeze, we let go 
Take a leap we sanging 
Oh-Wah-Oh (x8)

(Verse 2)
Baby blue skies, sun so bright I need my Wesley Snipes Blade shades
With the Marcus Smart fade
My momma brought us parfaits
And it’s another week of tag but I don’t wanna play no more 
I just wanna hit the beach and jump into the water and drink my soda 
Link and clique with all my bro’s ah
And spread my toes ah 
Dis is what a nigglet does ah
I throw my bows up 
And watch a youngin’ brush his shoulders 
How puffy showed us 
It’s another hot scorching day 
95, close to 98 humid weather 
I packed myself a mini propeller fan for this weather 
I hope the summer breeze can ease 
Us from our attitude 
And Add it to our list of don’ts
Cookouts with your favorite cousin
Aunties you don’t know about
And saying you remember me?
I don’t remember no one when I was infant 
Come on now, be more realistic 
I grab my piece of chicken, burgers, fuck a Gerber, this is from my uncle Herbert 
This is like our Sunday Service Huh

(Chorus)
Hey-O, Hey-O
Summer time is here so 
Grab yo shoes, to play-o
There’s no time to waste-o
Pick yo piece of Play-Doh
We got needs to play jokes
Feel the breeze, we let go 
Take a leap we sanging 
Oh-Wah-Oh (x8)

Kid Summer (Prod. Illuid Haller)

(Chorus) x8
Rob me a lick (hit go)
Run me a lick (and get mo)

(Verse 1)
Get up for work (Get up for work)
9 to 5 (9 to 5)
We up in the morning (Up in the morning)
Let’s get this money (Guapo, Cheese) 
I hit up the homies (what it be) 
You know what that means (guarantee)
Start packin’ the heat, 
Let’s the hit up the Bean
Start Packin’ the weed 
And let’s roll, my nigga let’s go
My plan is in fold, the whiteys don’t know
I’m Robin Hood oh
I’m lovin’ that gold
I’m lovin’ that Ro-lex, gimme that yo
My nigga let’s go
Before it’s Five-O
My nigga they hoes 
Hop in the whip, man scooch over
I hit up pooch, we got lute 
Nigga it’s time to vamoose 
Fuck 12
Go smooch on my left glute and blow flutes 

(Pre Chorus) x4
What’s the word 
Pull up swerve 
Nigga it’s my birthday 

(Chorus) x8 
Rob me a lick (hit go)
Run me a lick (and get mo)

(Verse 2)
Wednesday is Thursday and Thursday is Friday and Friday is Saturday 
Man fuck all the boos day and fuck all the mood days 
Nigga it’s a move day 
Bring out the D’USSÉ 
And fuck all what you say 
It’s warm out, it’s hood day 
We hunt prey, 
We bring out those choppers with more clips than Cube hey 
We ball out on Norfolk this our court we shoot fades 
And Nigga keep talkin’ wreck bitch leave you mute, kay 
Call out, sir mayday, sir mayday 
We not one to punt fake 
Got killers, real shooters, who live just to shoot lames
Call me John Gotti cause nigga we got bodies, we move units, my shit speaks volumes we are ruthless ah!

(Pre Chorus) x4
What’s the word 
Pull up swerve 
Nigga it’s my birthday 

(Chorus) x8
Rob me a lick (hit go)
Run me a lick (and get mo)

Summer Job (Prod. Illuid Haller)

(Intro x2) 
Pull up in my whip
Grip my keys and dip
Yellow road, black and gold 
Yeah I’m in my whip
(Swerve) 

(Chorus x8)
Pull up in my whip (Swerve) 

(Verse 1)
Sick of work and shit 
Billy claimin’ bits 
Uncle Sam keeps on calling distance relatives 
Only hittin’ my direct when I make bank and shit 
Shorty trippin’, how you stumble on a accident 
Nigga please 
I don’t entertain it, grab my keys and leave
Drop a deuce
Piece/peace of shit, my life is gettin’ funky 
Imma press that gas, pedal to the metal 
I accelerate, the road is clear 
In the darkest night, I always tend to leave all my woes in the shadow
Nightmares, I don’t have them 
I’m on cruise control
11:30, it’s still fuckin’ early, don’t you call my phone 
Night mode, don’t disturb me, never park my thoughts, I stick to shift
That’s what keeps the drive, 
Reverse is never driven

(Pre-Chorus x2) 
Pull up in my whip
Grip my keys and dip
Yellow road, black and gold 
Yeah I’m in my whip
(Swerve) 

(Chorus x8)
Pull up in my whip (Swerve)

(Verse 2)
Midnight, Midnight, Mood
Dim light, Dim light, Mood
Moonlight, Moonlight, Mood
My life’s a Haiku,
Woosah, Woosah, Wooh
Alright, Alright, cool
Real life, Real life, soon
Tonight, Tonight, you’ll
Be on the road, a nigga needs to breath 
I sought and fought with thoughts 
A fantasy with dreams 
My nigga, please believe, I will succeed, achieve
The company you keep will seek they teeth and feed 
Man Go, be own your own 
No team, still in the league 
Reflect the past then pass
No legal fees, toll free
The Summer breeze relieves 
A Nigga’s ego, ease up
Imma lease my peace up 
Strap my seatbelt, re-up 

(Pre-Chorus x2) 
Pull up in my whip
Grip my keys and dip
Yellow road, black and gold 
Yeah I’m in my whip
(Swerve) 

(Chorus x8)
Pull up in my whip (Swerve)

Late Summer Drive (Prod. Illuid Haller)

Adios 4

Adios 4

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