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Medusa (prod. jones)

Roll Tha Dice (prod. snorkatje)

Drummer Boy (prod. Glo Mafia)

Still Got Guns (prod. bl4cko + havinamo)

Ribs ft. hopoutyoshino (prod. bl4cko + wa)

what's it gonna take (prod. polyrstar)

get sat (yvng.once) - lyrics 💕:

she not fuckin, she getting the boot
me and lil flan, we slide in that coupe
fuck that, going 392 
he saying allat, but he ain't finna shoot
you countin' up lil ones, only ones
we only be throwing up blues
i feel like im obi wan, showing up, the way i be swinging my tool
we can get yo head tapped, head tapped
hunnid shots, imma send that, send that
no i cannot be on lack, on lack
told that pussy back back, back back
if you wanted the smoke, you coulda just said that,
meant that, now you getting laughed at, clap back, 
now you getting sat down, hows that?

damn, so many, so many hoes, yea
got that drac on me, gon shoot right through his bones, yea
yea i seen how you gon move, how you gon go, yea
i keep a stick, i let it kick, i let it blow, yea

got that stick, like heavy metal
aim at his dome, he dead, we settled
you play with the gang, get dropped from the level
this gas in my lungs, foot stuck on the pedal
he meeting the devil
i'm finna show you the mind of a enemy
choppa sing like a melody, you is never gon see the end of me

walked in, bad snow bunny, Hopkins
in the stu, we locked in, no fucks up, yea we got it
run up the racks then we drop it, blue hunnids all in my pocket
he say he him, but he not it, talk tough, then we up and pop it

i'm a hot topic, cash, bitch i want profit
ain't no way i'm stopping, bad bitch, but she toxic
sticks tucked, case closed, if he act up, then we finna drop him
sip tris, till i'm leaning, till i pass out, till i'm nodding

she not fuckin, she getting the boot
me and lil flan, we slide in that coupe
fuck that, going 392 
he saying allat, but he ain't finna shoot
you countin' up lil ones, only ones
we only be throwing up blues
i feel like i'm obi wan, showing up, the way i be swinging my tool
we can get yo head tapped, head tapped
hunnid shots, imma send that, send that
no i cannot be on lack, on lack
told that pussy back back, back back
if you wanted the smoke, you coulda just said that, 
meant that, now you getting laughed at, clap back,
 now you getting sat down, hows that?

get sat (yvngonce)

Autumn (prod. Nova Chance)

know the sin (hopoutyoshino) - lyrics 💕:

twin glocks, same name, they related like cousins
i'm deep in the cut, this ain't no trap, lil bitch its a dungeon
she offa da bean, she be insane, talking bout assumptions
i just keep thumbing up, my fingers got calluses from it

huh, money my medicine, bitch, hunnids my sediments
walk in this bitch w some elegance, pockets so fat, need discipline
still in the field like a veteran, eyes too low, can't see no sentiment
all of them bitches irrelevant, this bitch too toxic can't let her in

play with my bag, now she noticing
pray a couple times, yea i know the sin
they like "yoshi, how you do it? i swear to god, you never losing"
well we gon run it back one more time just to show y'all bitches how to do it

money my motive, tongue stay fluent
frax, the only ones who be shooting
too much motion, cannot move losely
in that s class, my life like a movie
they tryna copy, they see how i'm moving
i'm too real, can't make no blueprint
diamonds clean, that shit translucent
i got green, that shit keep blooming
392, that bitch stay zooming
beam onna stick, that red like ruby 
used to watch that umi zoomi, now i'm counting racks up , that shit look loopy
lost the feeling, heart stay gloomy, life too fast
can't move too goofy
my aim too sharp, don't think bout shooting me
i move too clean, can't stain my ksubis

bitch want love, but i want racks
slide too quick, can't change my track
runnat play, i don't do backs
i done seen too much, i can't get attatched
racks too heavy, my jeans stay sagging
chrome in the clutch, that bitch get flagged
pints on deck, my cup never lag
run up a check, they can't even snag

pour that wock, my heart get colder
pop a lil x pill, now shit moving slower
he died on the seat, now the whip got odor
skirt off in a v12, thats the motor
took off witcho bitch, headed to a hotel,
give it to valet, call up the chaffeur
hop in a king bed, she giving dumb head, she get to riding like a roller coaster

it's over, sippin on that purple potion
you broke, you sippin on mimosa
i aint feeling shit, so i up the dosage
cut that bitch off, i ain't giving no closure
keep my enemies close, but my stick stay closer
bitch im sticked up, like a soldier
fuck a evil bitch, dont let her hold ya

huh, and i'm with brother, innat fucking cut, yea he got that K
i ain't moving reckless, yea we get him wrecked, that blick don't play
slide through the night, run up he gon die, it's another day
and i call up lil rumi, we run that shit back, since the first day

twin glocks, same name, they related like cousins
i'm deep in the cut, this ain't no trap, lil bitch its a dungeon
she offa da bean, she must be insane, talking bout assumptions
i just keep thumbing up, my fingers got calluses from it

huh, money my medicine, bitch, hunnids my sediments
walk in this bitch w some elegance, pockets so fat, need discipline
still in the field like a veteran, eyes too low, can't see no sentiment
all of them bitches irrelevant, this bitch too toxic can't let her in

play with my bag, now she noticing
pray a couple times, yea i know the sin
they like "yoshi, how you do it? i swear to god, you never losing"
well we gon run it back one more time just to show y'all bitches how to do it.

know the sin (hopoutyoshino)

Squidbillies (prod. tadeoexq)

let go (kz) - lyrics 💕:

everyday is halloween, ill do you bad, lil bitch, like scream
we put him on that tv screen, my beam be shining, watch it gleam
ain't no more hiding, blood on my teeth
no i don't really care what you think
like i said, everyday halloween, yeah

lets go, lets go, lets go
too lost, i can't let go
too gone, i'm moving slow
eyes glow red, feel death too close
mask on the face, i feel like ghost
and i done fucked up, can't love no soul
full moon, now i'm onna roll
smoking on ganja, that's how i cope

huh, let go, let go, let go, 
let go, let go, let go, let go

huh, let go, let go, let go, 
let go, let go, let go, let go

sipping on easter pink, that shit slow me down
spooky like halloween, give that lil boy a frown
like friday 13th, i'm finna hunt that lil bitch down
know you wanna be like me, yea you copying my sound
send that lil bitch straight to hell, you ain't on shit, lil bitch i could tell
feeling like i'm freddy krueger, on the street, 
swear to fucking god, i can get him killed
he tried to rob, he failed, we got then 762s, so he bailed
that pussy my son, so i give him that belt, i don't need you, i need nobody else

lets go, lets go, lets go
too lost, i can't let go
too gone, i'm moving slow
eyes glow red, feel death too close
mask on the face, i feel like ghost
and i done fucked up, can't love no soul
full moon, now i'm onna roll
smoking on ganja, that's how i cope

huh, let go, let go, let go, 
let go, let go, let go, let go

huh, let go, let go, let go, 
let go, let go, let go, let go

let go (kz)

wake up (hopoutyoshino + yvngonce) - lyrics 💕:

wake up, thumbin thru these hunnids
you gon hate us, just for how we coming
we got sticks, we got them poles, you would think we drumming
get him hit, chrome on the coat, no flash, yea we stunting

yea that pack came in, i'm getting jaded
yea my eyes half low, i'm so sedated
i got money, i know, that shit feel weighted
life getting real, can't fake or stage it

two bands for a lease, now my pockets supersonic
can't get high as me, look into my eyes, bitch, i'm smoking chronic
i ain't known for the beef, bitches say the same, funny, that's ironic
mix it with the gas, call it alchemy, you ain't getting plays, bitch, yea they botted
grew up in the mud, now my diamonds hella icy
foreign whips, and they painted, get the two tone, so pricey
we ain't losing, yea we onnat, i got them blue bills, that's all i see
i done ran outta fucking sprite, had to mix the codeine with the hi-c
it just take one call, get em knocked off, now he outta the way
bitch talk down, then he finna fall, now he outta my face
no, i don't care at all, bitch, we standing tall, he can get hit with the drac

the way them rackies come in, it's like magic
butterfly doors, could you imagine?
got this I8 beam, in my dreams feel I could grab it
i been sipping lean, mixing pink, i swear it's a habit
i see balenci jeans, gotta redeem, bitch i gotta have it
i got hunnids of gs, do it wit ease, moving automatic
ride with the spirits, i'm with my peers, acting like fanatics

wake up, thumbin thru these hunnids
you gon hate us, just for how we coming
we got sticks, we got them poles, you would think we drumming
get him hit, chrome on the coat, no flash, yea we stunting

yea that pack came in, i'm getting jaded
yea my eyes half low, i'm so sedated
i got money, i know, that shit feel weighted
life getting real, can't fake or stage it

wake up (hopoutyoshino + yvngonce)

feel right (nephminaj + luvendz) - lyrics 💕:

codeine in my cup, i ain't sleep in three nights
the drac got attachments, it lookin' real nice
i been ducking pain, pourin problems inna sprite
hop in and i gas, bitch i'm doing 90, nothing ever feel right
nothing ever feel right, smoking that gas, got me real tight
i look in the mirror, bitch it's not a clear sight
pop another pill just to get some insight
k got a scope, and you in sight
glock with a switch and a flashlight
bitch beggin' for the invite
you thought i was wrong, bitch i been right

i dont know how to feel, been up for a minute
gotta focus on myself, need nobody else
my head spinning, i admit it
said i was fine, but i been twisted
venting to the wrong hoes, keep my distance
bitch, i'm in the field, since they moving different
and i keep a tool, ain't tryna fix it

told bros "i ain't fold", i'm jus stuck up in my zone
bullets reaching to the bone, it ain't nothing going wrong
we got hunnid rounds, finna take yo top off
ain't no laggin when we slide, bitch we pop off
brodie got a beam on his head, like it's lock on
i heard he switched sides, now he red like hot sauce

codeine in my cup, i ain't sleep in three nights
the drac got attachments, it lookin' real nice
i been ducking pain, pourin problems inna sprite
hop in and i gas, bitch i'm doing 90, nothing ever feel right
nothing ever feel right, smoking that gas, got me real tight
i look in the mirror, bitch it's not a clear sight
pop another pill just to get some insight
k got a scope, and you in sight
glock with a switch and a flashlight
bitch beggin' for the invite
you thought i was wrong, bitch i been right

feel right (nephminaj + luvendz)

medulla (trekyo + sxnnai) - lyrics 💕:

huh, aim at yo medulla, bitch i'm counting mulah
get you clipped, i feel like juya
bitch, like, what's it to ya, not my brother, not my kuya
crashed the whip, thats a new coupa
call up rumi, she gon shoot ya, she'll do ya

these bitches know i'm flexing, bitch
riding around, i'm reckless, i'm in the fastest whip
he keep on talking, then he finna catch it
grab my lil glock, and i'm going batshit
we totin' semi's and them automatics
we get him gone, like it's fucking magic

off these meds, like oxycontin, move in slow motion
money, it got too big, swear that bitch'll never fold in
pockets fat like it got stung, that bitch is always swollen
got my heart on froze, i can't let no fucking soul in

you know i'm on go shit, pussy stop that trolling
know these hoes be phony, i'd rather be so lonely
put that drac on him, 762s like napalm, bitch
got a lil glock, and it sound like a glitch, can't control all the spread, so he'll prolly get hit

yea, he got left in a ditch, how you get killed by a bitch?
me and my sistas, we rich, he onna screen, ain't talking bout twitch
pour up a four with the lean and the tris, i been sipping too much, i think i'm getting sick
wanna be better than me? yea you wish, finna hop out the car, walk em down with a stick

huh, aim at yo medulla, bitch i'm counting mulah
get you clipped, i feel like juya
bitch, like, what's it to ya, not my brother, not my kuya
crashed the whip, thats a new coupa
call up rumi, she gon shoot ya, she'll do ya

these bitches know i'm flexing, bitch
riding around, i'm reckless, i'm in the fastest whip
he keep on talking, then he finna catch it
grab my lil glock, and i'm going batshit
we totin' semi's and them automatics
we get him gone, like it's fucking magic

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