Shit like years later this still fire back I would be bumping this on Roblox lmaoooooooo

nice one. keep goin. check out my music if your into hyper pop.

uhmmm coolness..,,.

friend of the enemy

Drama

drama

bleh

ok im cool (feat. blackwinterwells)

i dont want that many friends in the first place (p. durao)

fake emotions

ok i'm cool ft. blackwinterwells

serialkilled (p. kuru & angelus)

listen to my new music
shit song i made at like 14

getting crunk!

INSTAGRAM

getting crunk! 0_o (prod. @irlshitbih)

get your ass off twitter [nightcore]

Around The World

Hands Up! - [Nightcore]

Lyrics:

Opps on the block, never miss when I aim
Cartier shades, no, we don’t see the same
All of these racks, they don’t heal my brain
All of these women, they don’t know my name

Lift bricks like I’m Eddie, I’m rockin’ baguettes
My gun always steady, I’m good on the fetty
Got diamonds all on me, but my heart still heavy
Got a whole lotta drugs, but we always ready

Pressure be buildin’, but I never fold
Ice on the outside, my veins full of cold
“Don’t trust nobody” is what I been told
Lock down your block so we got it controlled

Countin’ these bands, I move with precision
Used to be broke, now we only talk millions
Told me you solid but switched on decisions
Cut off the snakes just to clear up my vision

Black SUVs and we armored the trucks
Movin’ in silence and double the bucks
Brother locked up, he got caught in the chase
Take it to trial ‘cause we beatin’ the case

Brand new Lambo truck and we wildin’
Fuckin’ bitches out on an island
4KT gang, yeah, we slidin’
Couldn’t get it up, now the shit just pilin’

I came from the mud, now my wrist on froze
Circle got smaller, can’t trust in them foes
Whole lotta cash and I’m fuckin’ these hoes
Stormin’ the scene, yeah, you know that we ball

Plates they servin’, Rolls Royce swervin’
Drip like Yeat, I copped a turban
Call a nurse, my dick be hurtin’
Hop on stage and close the curtain

I got a .19 and it fold in my pocket
She gave me her number, now I gotta block it
I’m mixin’ the dirty bills in with the profit
I gave him coordinates so he can drop it

All this money, cash we makin’
Like a baker, bread we bakin’
Pull up on ‘em, they be shakin’
All them stories, they just fakin’

Black SUVs and we armored the trucks
Movin’ in silence and double the bucks
Brother locked up, he got caught in the chase
Take it to trial ‘cause we beatin’ the case

Brand new Lambo truck and we wildin’
Fuckin’ bitches out on an island
4KT gang, yeah, we slidin’
Couldn’t get it up, now the shit just pilin’


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Less Intro (prod. 4am)

osquinn (p4rkr) - i hate it here

hi guys its m
i am the REAL number one gps fan


he/they/xe/it amd more pronouns wowe

i dont want that many friends in the first place (p. durao)

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