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Lyrics:
Executive kit in the backseat
This not a uber, no taxi
I don't know what be wrong with these Niggas And That's not a question to ask me
Took a pill to erase all my demons, They keep coming just back just haunt me
Fuck this life man this Shit getting real
Fuck that shit I ain't signing no deal
We cracking them seals
To numb how we feel
I grew up on the wrong street
I remember all them starving days when days niggas had nothing to eat
Now a nigga got places to be
Now a nigga got family to feed
Chosen one they depending on me
Fuck with them imma bring you this heat
And this choppa gon speak

Yea my Niggas been praying for me
Home alone put my thoughts on a beat
When I'm gone they gonna riot the streets
I done made your whole life in a week
45 is gonna leave him deceased
I'm so tired but I cannot sleep
One eye open they plotting on me
All these snakes yea they lie through their teeth, Yea they lie through their teeth
Gotta be on my own now
They said that I Entered the zone now
Don't expect me to guide all these niggas, I'm 21 and I don't know how
On my grind just to make 7 figures, I need me a Mille no buss down
Please Don't ask me for handouts
I'm doing shit you can't afford now

Executive kit in the backseat
This not a uber, no taxi
I don't know what be wrong with these Niggas And That's not a question to ask me
Took a pill to erase all my demons, They keep coming just back just haunt me
Fuck this life man this Shit getting real
Fuck that shit I ain't signing no deal
We cracking them seals
To numb how we feel
I grew up on the wrong street
I remember all them starving days when days niggas had nothing to eat
Now a nigga got places to be
Now a nigga got family to feed
Chosen one they depending on me
Fuck with them imma bring you this heat
And this choppa gon speak

Leah's Chant

Spotify&Apple Music

Leah's Chant (Prod. Gibbo)

Can't leave me alone
Don’t touch me lil Nigga
My shooters they answer the phone
Inna bentley coupe and the shit came painted in chrome
Oh she wanna fuck with me
Come take a few drugs with me
Then I’ll know if you fuck with me
LSD got my mind so trippy
Brodie got scared saw me tottin a semi
I got hoes, cant count, so many
Hit the bitch from the back then I cum on her panty
She said it’s like crack, baby girl I got plenty
Ion fuck with em rats but I chef like Remy
Exotic cars we don’t do no Chevy
Lets menage baby girl get freaky

Yea yea
Fell in love with a freak
In that bitch mouth 
Colgate, clean teeth
Niggas start chattin like birds they tweet
Gave her a perc she went to sleep
Not on this Earth I’m ready to peak
Aint ready to clip it this blunt smoking me
I pray to my guap every week
This car got 5 Zeros and you know it aint leased
She said I look good man I feel like adonis
We aint smoking no trash shit 
My gas yell chronic
Im out of this world, comet 
Yea Im next up, im the new hot topic
How you soft talkin hot Shìt
Cant fuck with yall bum ass niggas leaving them wack ass comments

Cant leave me alone
Don’t touch me lil Nigga
My shooters they answer the phone
Inna bentley coupe and the shit came painted in chrome
Oh she wanna fuck with me
Come take a few drugs with me
Then I’ll know if you fuck with me
LSD got my mind so trippy
Brodie got scared saw me tottin a semi
I got hoes, cant count, so many
Hit the bitch from the back then I cum on her panty
She said it’s like crack baby girl I got plenty
Ion fuck with em rats but I chef like Remy
Exotic cars we don’t do no Chevy
Lets menage baby girl get freaky

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REMY (Prod. Gibbo)

When I walk in the spot they stare
Ive been on all year
Flash Red Rari I can’t switch gears 
No nigga aint part of my tier 
Ive been stuck in my head and none of friends aint even trying to help me
I just focus on me, do it all for my team
Counting up them Bens and 50s

I done seen 100 bands thats nothing
Niggas flexing on the gram they fronting
Pop a few xans I’m the man I love it
Ion think they understand im dumping
Put an 8th in my hands imma roll it
Said u gotta 10 pack better show it
Cant wife any bitch that’s hoein
Yea Bacon cheese fries I’m loaded

Bens and 50s
Bens and 50s
Bens and 50s
Bens and 50s
Ion needa ghost write I wrote it
Took Perky to the face I was frozen
In LA for a week no one noticed
Yea Purple Lamborghini shit potent
Bens and 50s
Bens and 50s
Bens and 50s 
Bens and 50s
 
Inna hell cat cookin up donuts
Yea Im with the squad and we gonna go up
Talkin all that shit gon get yah toes cuffed
Get yah boy, we gon slice him like cold cuts

When I walk in the spot they stare
Ive been on all year
Moncler sweater this drip dont tear
I Louis V her underwear
I had to run up a bag in cookies
Man I swear that shit look like a movie
Let a homie fuck one of my groupies
He ain’t know what to do he was clueless

When I walk in the spot they stare
Ive been on all year
Flash red Rari I cant switch gears
No nigga aint part of my tier
Ive been stuck in my head and none of friends aint even trying to help me
I just focus on me, do it all for my team
Counting up them Bens and 50s

Put an 8th in my hands imma roll it
Said u gotta 10 pack better show it
Cant wife any bitch that’s hoein
Yea Bacon cheese fries I’m loaded
Bens and 50s 
Bens and 50s
Bens and 50s
Bens and 50s

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Bens n 50s (Prod. Getro x Quantich x Lorentz)

Slow Yah Roll

Pack a Punch

I Know I didnt post the month of September! I apologize yall. But im backkkk last month was just a lil crazyyyy lml new music next month tooo stay tunedddd

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KIDNEY STONES (prod. Sonni)

CRYSTALLINE (prod. Sonni)

BREAD WINNA ft. Cryssy Bandz (Prod. Sonni)

Lyrics: 

Aye aye aye aye aye

Aye aye aye aye aye

Aye aye aye aye aye

I go retarded 
Flipping these bands on the regular I feel retarded 
Smoking on sum that’s dank shit smell like it farted
I came in this shit no plans cant tell when I started
But I wanna party
She lemme fuck in the rari
Wait wait wait
I just popped a X
Diamonds on my neck 
Always keep a tec
Not on earth I left
Always up no rest
Imma sip this syrup till I crash

Every diamond on me gonna dance
I been in the field yall lil boys needa relax
Yall Copied the drip maybe I should charge tax 
My Foot on the gas, im keepin my foot on the gas
My money big no magnum
I took a trip to saturn 
I made me a bag by talkin alone Every song that I make is platinum
I spent 30k in less than a month, I Dont know where it went cant fathom 
Ill make this song her athem 
Aye aye aye
All y’all niggas pressed
Them diamonds aint hittin thats glass 
She say she horny ill pass
I only get top from a gnat
That fast money go fast
That drug money go fast
I took a break and I relapsed

Wait wait wait
I just popped a X
Diamonds on my neck 
Always keep a tec
Not on earth I left
Always up no rest
Imma sip this syrup till I crash

Syrup Crash

Lyrics: 

I feel like I’m already famous
I got groupies on me yea I made it
60k on the neck, Couldn’t settle for less
And you know I made all of my payments
Everyday I’ve been walking up Faded
And it’s takin its toll I cant take it
Man She sucked me so good I done froze 
Had to turn her to one of my hoes
Took a hit of this blunt now im levitating 
I got racks in the safe I done elevated
I got shooters on deck it’s premeditated
I just shoot off the hip I ain’t ever aiming
There’s alot that I did on my own 
And im holdin in pain I cant show
Pop a perk now I feel like a ghost
Fall in love with a bitch that’s a no 
Im in love with the dough

She wanna fuck again 
But I want them m&ms
Yeaa money my only friend
We gon ride till the very end
I cant sleep need a ambien 
When I fuck her she sound like an ambulance
Ever since birth
I just been blessed with this curse
Yea All of my Niggas bezerk 
When they hear the word
You know that we pullin up deep and we airin it out on yah shirt
I should go to church
Lord forgive me for all of my sins
Everything that I do is win
Cop that Beemer now I need that benz 
She was playing so I fucked her friend
Yall must not know that imma demon
Baby I’m stuck in hell I ain’t ever leaving
Pour up the 4 now that shit got me leaning
When I woke up man I thought I was dreaming
I remember when they ain’t believe me
Now y’all watching my page like it’s tv

I feel like I’m already famous
I got groupies on me yea I made it
60k on the neck, Couldn’t settle for less
And you know I made all of my payments
Everyday I’ve been walking up Faded
And its takin its toll I cant take it
Man She sucked me so good I done froze 
Had to turn her to one of my hoes
Took a hit of this blunt now im levitating 
I got racks in the safe I done elevated
I got shooters on deck it’s premeditated
I just shoot off the hip I ain’t ever aiming
There’s alot that I did on my own 
And I’m holdin in pain I cant show
Pop a perk now I feel like a ghost
Fall in love with a bitch that’s a no 
Im in love with the dough

Faded Ghost (prod Lock x Ferno)

The best thing you’ll hear in your life

Thoughts Inna Coffin

Shit To A Fly (Prod. TREETIME)

My ice too sick no amoeba You got to pay up for a feature I hop on your track, I'm a eat you They call me the demon believe it She saw the ghost, what now I'll make your b.m go down She blowing them bubbles, slow down My money revolve like a go round When you talking to me put your tone down I'm just sonning these niggas, be proud  Broke boy shit, I cant relate Counting them racks bitch I'm the bank Call me a chef, I bring the plate I get the bag in every state Nigga relax, stay in your lane I took an x, straight to the brain I call my niggas they totting them things Y'all niggas be eaters, do shit for the fame When niggas go broke they dont know who to blame They credit need medics, this shit is insane I rather buy land than two Cartier's Bitch I got a plan for my own estate A nigga got goals that shit ain't gone change Counting them racks bitch I'm the bank  I need a million assets I need that money in passive My money be stretchy, elastic Baby I can not fuck with a plastic I only wear expensive fabrics I'm just balling like Luka mavericks I'm balling like Luka mavericks I've been dying to get fried everyday Two blunts to the mind, I'm okay She said she want to fuck with a nigga I dont know if she'll see me the same Girl can you take this baggage with you These drugs is healing the pain Baby girl why you fucking with a lame I know you like a nigga with chains Come fuck with the steppers for a day She gon bring a few friends for the gang yea yea  Broke boy shit, I cant relate Counting them racks bitch I'm the bank Call me a chef, I bring the plate I get the bag in every state Nigga relax, stay in your lane I took an x, straight to the brain I call my niggas they totting them things Y'all niggas be eaters, do shit for the fame When niggas go broke they dont know who to blame They credit need medics, this shit is insane I rather buy land than two Cartier's Bitch I got a plan for my own estate A nigga got goals that shit ain't gone change Counting them racks bitch I'm the bank

Bitch I'm The Bank (Prod. VIRXL)

An introduction to a new mave of music. All you gotta do is listen.

Star Struck (Prod. Pluto) (Intro)

Lyrics:
I cant fuck with niggas
I cant with bitches
These Bitches Tore Up my heart I Had to Repair with stitches
I aint cuffin up no bitch I just call them minions
Too much water on my wrist this shit fucked up the Linen 
Pop a nigga in his head now he look like lincoln
On the road to Millions 
Thats One Good feeling
They aint wanna show me love now a Nigga Winning 
I done finished Up my Cup & Im Still sippin
She could feel it in her Gut While Im still hittin 
Baby Momma still want love But I cant see the Difference 
Had to leave that shit Alone that pussy I aint Missing
 I had to leave that Girl Alone She Couldnt See the Vision 

Moncler On My Neck
Fell in Love with Watches imma Cop Me a Patek 
All them Pills Im Poppin I should be in Rehab 
But You Know I aint stoppin Imma Pop to Relax
We from the Slums Nigga 
You a Dumb a Nigga
You really think Im Doing this rappin Shit for fun Nigga 
Catch a nigga like a rat run your funds Nigga
Im like Jeter with a bat home run nigga

Wake up in the morning light up them trees
Before I go to sleep she gotta get on them knees
Birds and them bees
She clap it for me
She make racks for me 
I call her my sleeze
I get so high I start lookin chinese
All my bitches love me cuz they love how I freak
Bitch im on the rise better watch out for me
I might hypnotize I feel like B.I.G
30 racks a year I done seen that in a month
I done made a bag and I still aint get touched
Shawty said she mad but I dont really give a fuck 
Cuz when I call that uber she gon eat dick for lunch
I love me a munch
All we do is stunt
Yea Spark up that blunt
We rolling that Runtz
I love me a munch
All we do is stunt
Spark up that blunt
We rolling that Runtz
Yea We rollin that

Moncler On My Neck
Fell in Love with Watches imma Cop Me a Patek 
All them Pills Im Poppin I should be in Rehab 
But You Know I aint stoppin Imma Pop to Relax
We from the Slums Nigga 
You a Dumb a Nigga
You really think Im Doing this rappin Shit for fun Nigga 
Catch a nigga like a rat run your funds Nigga
Im like Jeter with a bat home run nigga

Pop To Relax (Prod. Yo Mar!)

Chains (Prod. Pluto)

BOP SHIT (prod. Beatsbynyce)

Lyrics:

MK Liu Kang (hey)
We got the choppa, I make it rain
Blow out yah brains yea
Blood on my Js yea
Nut on her lace 
Clean up yah face 
Spent 2 thousand in one store 
She said she like Christian Dior
Got palm angels yea its velour
Don’t know her name we met on tour
Im inna porsche
You whipping a ford huh?
That bitch boring
Im In the rain 
Rocking these chains
We not the same
This ice dont melt in the rain

Imma flex on these niggas no stylist 
Im on top of the world with a island 
Inna foreign bitch your whip common
Brand new X6 no milage
20 onna wrist, fuck up the climate 
This roley dont tick its glidin
Yea That bitch slidin yea yea
Yea that bitch slidin
Jimmy Nuetron on her face Imma blast 
Codiene my cup Gotta make that shit last
Inna new whip She don’t know how to act
Inna GLE And im doing the dash
Rockstar shit I feel like slash
Gotta load up the mag 
Talk my Shit And get to the bag
Imma get to the bag
Drip too smooth, velour rain
I still hold the Ak
Poppin a bean everyday
And I’m itching to spray 
She was a groupie 
I turned her to bae
Hop inna Rari I drive her to space
You might go blind 
These diamonds like mace 
Aye, these diamonds like mace

MK Lui Kang
We got tha choppa, I make it rain
Blow out yah brain 
Blood on my js
Nut on her lace 
Clean up yah face 
Spent 2 thousand in one store 
She said she like Christian Dior
Got palm angels yea its velour
Dont know her name we met on tour
Im inna porsche
You whippin a ford
That bitch boring
Im In the rain 
Rocking these chains
We not the same
This ice dont melt in tha rain

Velour Rain (Prod. Sogimura)

Two Lost Souls We're Damaged...
Ig: @yung_agapius x @toshinivara

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Lost Souls- Yung Agapius x Toshi Nivara (prod. Malloy x DxnnyFxntom)

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