GRUNK

GRUNK (feat. Yung Kage, Xanakin Skywok & Sadfriendd)

bloomcr4zy - fall in drugs (instrumental)

August 10 by Julie doiron remix by @prodwhite_

august 10 hoodtrap - @prodwhite_

artwork by pangchiucowboy

amv: https://youtu.be/mL-HLzKbGhQ

spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/3mEFmMr5oiw6kcRBYLbXnj

lyrics::
the
the
the way I move
the way I do
I'll be there now
they
they tryna tell
they tryna tell me how to act
I-I got my eyes locked on with the bag
y-y-you mess with us
you mess with us you getting blocked

I-I'm up
now I got life
warming my heart
ha-a
shit, it took me years to get like this
I-I think think I'll never open eyes again

th-they're not like you
they're not like you
I spoke to soon
I miss u too
you know I do
I still love you
they don't think like us
where u going
why are you going

with you
or without you
with you
or without you
with you
or without you
with you
or without you

the
the
the way I move
the way I do
I'll be there now
they
they tryna tell
they tryna tell me how to act
I-I got my eyes locked on with the bag
y-y-you mess with us
you mess with us you getting blocked
I-I'm up
now I got life
warming my heart
ha-a
shit, it took me years to get like this
I-I think think I'll never open eyes again

th-they're not like you
they're not like you
I spoke to soon
I miss u too
you know I do
I still love you
they don't think like us
where u going
why are you going

with you

Spotify

with you (prod. nepuhz)

Cant Explain

Get Down Low

5/23
@imreigning

Pick it up,
Put it down,
To the ground.
Shawty drop,
Drop that shit low—make no…

Bring that ass to me, tryna hit from the back.
What? Hit that bitch raw, pull-out game with no wrap.
What? Point up at ya fitted, tryna aim up at ya cap.
And this bitch dumb bad, finna treat her like a snack.

Pick up the phone, my baby—
I know you home alone.
Get a two-man in yo house,
Run down—this shit like Home Alone.

I’m like Jackie Chan in this bitch,
Keep that chi-fan-chi on my hip.
She want Givenchy—know she hip.
Bitch bad, tell her, “Hold my stick.”

Money bag, money bag—
Run it up.
Like, get the cash, get the cash—
Double up.
And this bitch bad, bad, bad—
Bubble butt.
Had to pour it up one time,
Double cup.

Shawty, you bad as shit.
I won’t go down on no diamond bitch.
My niggas blind to shit—
Most of my niggas be frying shit.

Walk down with stupid pain.
Stupid bitch—treat all my hoes the same.
Bitch, you can’t hold the gang.
You rocking that fake shit, we’re not the same.

Bitch bad and her tummy tucked,
Keep it a buck.
If you mad, get your money up.
Bitc—bitch bad with a stupid butt,
Keep it a buck.
If you mad, get your hoe up.
Bitch bad and her head tough.
Put my hoes in a ride—an Enzo.

Pick it up, drop it down, to the floor
Shake that ass
Money comin, this aint nun to a nigga
Gettin bags
I was slidin, wit twin, F & N
In the back

It was all for your love
He wouldn’t break a dime for your love
Im tryna break it down for you love 
Comme des garcons, designer full of love

And my pockets full of luck
All green bitch, rollin up
And my wrist blingin, goin up
Ya and my bitches bitches showin up

Yea and my bitches bitches showin up
Bitches bitches showin up
Bitches bitches showin up
You know, you know
You know, you know
You know, you know, you know

You the light of my eyes
And I’d tell you, baby no surprises
Everything gon be fine
So just put it all into yo options

Put in yo-, put it all in to yo options shawty
Put it all into yo options
I know ya heart aint for auction
I know ya heart aint for auction, yea

Niggas they waitin, they watching
Niggas they waitin, they watchin, yea
Niggas they waitin, yea they plottin on us

And these niggas they hatin, they bluffin on love
I know niggas they be plottin on our love
And I know niggas they be plottin on us
And I know niggas they be plottin

PICK IT UP

i tried to act like your actions didn't affect me but they did in every way. and i had to learn; the problem wasn't me trying to control you, but rather, me thinking that my love was enough to stop you from doing things to hurt me. 

how could i know? you can do what you want
you can do what you want, you can do what you want
im out of control, i dont know how to control you
you can do what you want, im out of control
im out of control, you can do what you want
you can do what you want, im out of control
you told me that, hurt people hurt people
slip through just like needle, let you in but you was evil
how could i know? how could i know?
i already know
let you in but you was evil, how could i know?
how could i know, how could i know?
let you in but you was evil, how could i know?
you told me that, hurt people hurt people
slip through just like needle, let you in but you was evil
how could i know?
how could i know?

hurt people hurt people (prod. 4_head x koroboii)

prod. pyctur

you only wanna see me when youre wasted
or when youre needing something else to play with
cause im no good for any fucking thing bitch
so pour me up im drowning in my pain bitch

i wanna smash my head into the pavement
cause all my time is only for good wasting
you only wanna see me when im famous
but i aint shit so what’s the point of waiting

waiting
point in waiting 
i wait on people that will never wait for me
wait for me 
will never wait for me
i wait on people that will never wait for me

famous (prod. pyctur)

Lyrics:
I rip the pen and bleed my heart through the ink
The papers and me locked in we the only two in sync
Solo chain-smoking Cubans with no link
Feeling like Ross in the Lambo with no other glass to clink 
Time ticking the clocks tsk tsk with doubts
Must be fighting prime Mike cus everybody betting against me on my bouts
And my lady's finger got a big rock
Full of myself nah fucka I got a big uh

You against me is a teeter-totter 
Im always up and you always six feet under

Mic in my hand is a mother with a broom to a room yelling shoo
I loom overhead high like a hot air balloon
Drop heaters from the roof and carpet bomb my tongue with shrooms 
My world looney toons
That’s when my ears tuned and the speakers turn to toilets spewing all y’all’s goofed up toons Your little poppers can’t measure to my big booms

Take five hits from a doob listening to Sade
The high went from a boil to a broil on 0.5 I’m in a transitional state 
It was a slow fade 
Shit it’s been a steady few days 
Sometimes I leave the house without the bed made

But if you acknowledge the flow you know I still get paid
Bars have me dead but when my beds laid, I’ll still get laid
Playmaker but I aint been played
Doob freestyle if you trying to wild ill run the fade 

Cant Explain

PE$OSalami

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