Now Or Neva

Slime thikker than blood (EP)

(brrr)
I-Im up in the back wit lil Booly
Ba-bad hoe, wanna hold my strap, hold my tooly
Yeah! Actavis up in my cup, it look like Kool-Aid, yu-yuh!
That hoe fake as fuck, I snatch her hair like Toupee

I got that auto-tune on me like T-Pain
A-ARP up on me, let that bitch sang
Draco music to my ears I hrrrt, catch that stain
Who that hoe like, what's her name? What's her name

What's-what's yo name
Like, who is you? What's your gang?
What-what-the? what the fuck you claim?
Heyo! heyo!

That hoe think I love ha, lil bitch, I'm just a playa
That-that, that hoe she a two-in-ten disguise without the makeup
If that mossberg run outta shells,  I might grenade him
Fuck-fuck boy, he a copycat of me, like in verbatim

Way I style these Balenciagas, you thought I made em
I know all that shit you done did hoe, don't try to play dumb
Broke and you smoke fake carts, yo ass probably finna stay dumb
Glockiana magic, doing tricks, sumn like I skate em

Whe-where the fuck the huzz?where the fuck them sluts, go?
You could never be up on my level, I hope you know
Booted off the X, and I'm smoking on that dro
Why-why he trippin bout that bitch, I already had that hoe

Where the hoes at? Said I'm looking for the hoes
Twin gon' get you whacked, call that boy to wipe your nose
We got Draco drums, yeah, we came in with them poles
Bae I'm tryna crush, tell that hoe to leave them clothes

Yuh, big Glock, we get racks, uh, slime, get you whacked, uh
Slime, get you whacked, uh-uh
You want a feat, get taxed
I'm locked in wit my twin, my slatt
I call pra’ finna slide wit that MAC
Big-ass chop niggas know I don't lack

whea the huzz ft tazz prod 1vvne

possed2 prod.Aloa

prod. jadon

Yea, I’m back, coming strong
Get the pack, then I get it gone
Where yo strap?, the fuck going on?
Where you at? cuz im tryna go, moving fast
yea yea,
Do you love me baby? It’s a test
When she suck me up, leave me a mess
In the back of the whip with a Tec
Yeah, in the back of the whip with a Ruger
She got an ass on her, come over, we making a movie
If you don’t make money, the fuck is you doing?
Gotta bunch of groupies tryna fuck, it’s confusing
Momma don’t like how I’m moving
New diamonds, my neck got a new tint
She stress me out, she a nuisance 
In the O with my twin, and we boolin
Huh, I’m coming up on a new wave
He can try to get on, but he too late
Wockhart, I ain’t sipping no Kool-aid
Moved out, I’m onto a new place
Moved on, I’m tryna get better
This is the start of this shit, this a demo
Blowing her off, she ain’t get the memo
Chrome heart jacket, went blue, green, yellow
Won’t talk to you, not even hello
Yea, her ass get to moving like jello
Black on the outside, the inside espresso 
Real Wock sipper, it’s never Modelo
This the start and it’s just getting better
Money raining, I’m changing the weather
Done playing, I’m coming with pressure 
No other option, it’s now or it’s neva 
uh, uh
(Talm bout it’s now or it’s never, it’s now or it’s never)
(yuh, talk bout it’s now or it’s never, haha!, yeaaa)

im back

prod. ?

Baby talk to me nice if you mean it
She the type to cut somebody off for no reason
I just want your heart, bae you know what i been needing (you know what im needing)
Yea i been needing-you, ha

We-we started out so simple (out so simple)
On the highway and im speeding yuh
Fuckit my whip presidential
I put diamonds in my bezels
Girl, you know that i miss you yuh 
But we too far gone now, itll never be the same

Up out in public im hiding my face 
Making my music and smoke in the rain
She wanna get driven round in that Range
My life like chapters, im flipping yo page 
Seen your true colors, i knew you was fake
Wasting ya time entertaining these lames
Off of the drank and im switching up lanes
She hit my phone and said she need a break yea
oh no!
You should know im not gon go for that
To-told myself that i was done
But here i am, still wrote you back
Sumn about you girl, my friends told me i thought you was ova that
But i cant give this up, i just want yo love i told you that yea

yuh! yuh, yea yea yea! woa-woah!, yea yeah, woa-woah! 

Said that i was done
She aint the type to talk too much
She live for the fun yuh, she live for the trill
Geeked up out my body nah, 
I-i cant feel
Got me wondering, was this ever really real?
Im so sick of trying, i need time to heal, yea i need time to heal

I know im gon make it yuh, no there aint no other option
Sick of all the fighting with this girl its way too toxic
Give this music shit my all, my devotion, aint no stoppin
Put her ass in Neimans, used to shop up at Hot Topic
Put that lil hoe in Balenci, they cant fuck wit none of our swag (nona our swag)
Remember when i used to scam, this legal pape gon cover my bag 
I-i hadda stop taking alla them drugs, overthinking killed my head
And this hoe doing way too much, leaving all my texts on read
Like who been in yo bed, who been in ya head yuh
What happened to those texts, this shit is a mess yuh!
Okay go ‘head do you, imma do me and count my checks up
My new bitch talking too rude, keep it cool, move onto the next one

Baby talk to me nice if you mean it
She the type to cut somebody off for no reason
I just want ya heart, bae you know what i been needing
yea i been needing, what i been needing yuh
Baby talk to me nice if you mean it
She the type to cut somebody off for no reason
I just want ya heart, bae you know what i been needing
Yea i been needing, i been needing you
(needing you-needing you, uh yea, yea yea-yea yea! right!-go!)

no reason

prod. bbkj

(Yeaaa!)
(again and again)
yea, feel like we fighting bout the same shit, again and again 
Off that juice, watch me lane switch, gettin head in the Benz
Bought some new clothes, he got the same fits, I got on Vetements pants
Yea, new Glock, this ain’t the same grip, fuck ‘round and knock off your head

Baby you know that you the one for me, you know I ain’t tryna do this 
I want you forever baby, all this arguing is useless
Baby let’s go to the jeweler, go and get you sumn newer, fuck it I’ll get you the newest
Me and my bruddas, we too, rich
Look at my sleeve, got a new wrist

You know that it’s up to ya
Driving round in that lil Beamer,
Don’t need no one else, so it’s two seater
Diamonds they drip off my shirt, Aquafina 
Ain’t worried bout no one, I’m keeping my Nina
Out in the field with my fye, I’m D1
Fuck Givenchy, I want matching Celine ones
Fuck these hoes, girl, you know that I need ya

Convertible coupe, yea, put the top down,
Play my music loud, let it rock out
Ain’t got no jacket, I’m letting the rocks out
Look how they starring, every time we pop out
AR15, let that lil bitch, knock down 
You know I’m missing ya, when you’re not round 
Been used to this shit, don’t think I could stop now
Hadda slow down the whip, cuz I know them cops out

Latest trim on the Benz truck, it ain’t nothing bigger
When you with me, just know it’s official
Sippin on drank, ion sip no liquor 
Hit from the back, yo ass look thicker
Yea he touch bread, but I get it quicker
They like “damn, AD do yo big one”
When it comes to a girl, I ain’t gotta pick one
Nah!, it ain’t no one better, you the one for me, so why

yea, feel like we fighting bout the same shit, again and again 
Off that juice, watch me lane switch, gettin head in the Benz
Bought some new clothes, he got the same fits, I got on Vetements pants
Yea, new Glock, this ain’t the same grip, fuck ‘round and knock off your head
Baby you know that you the one for me, you know I ain’t tryna do this 
I want you forever baby, all this arguing is useless
Baby, just know that you mine, all this fighting is so stupid 
(oh yuh, you the one for me, Ian even tryna)
(again and again, again and again!)
(again and again, again and again!)

again & again

prod. Airbourn

It’s been a long long long time, since I felt some shit like this 
That bitch like to talk talk, Ian tryna hear it baby, eat up on the dick
I could never fall off, Ian on yet, but soon, I know that they gon hear me
If you wanna brawl, nah, Ian putting hands, fuck boy, you gon eat dis clip
yea!, put that mag on em, That’s yo mans? how you finna rat on em?
Put a beam on em, laser tag on em
Broke her heart, I done went out sad on her 
BTA, I been going bad on em
Lenci’ tracks fuckit, runnin laps on em

Huh!, don’t care what the tag say, if I want it, just know I’m gon get it
bread ain nun, if you need it I get it
Brudda 4L, cuz he carry business 
When we going up, it’s gon be the biggest 
Top floor room, wit the baddest bitches
Told my ex hoe get out my mentions

Tell the next hoe, Ian playing around
(hrrrt!) I fell in love with the sound
Drank on me, I’m in love with the taste
Whole pound on me, what the fuck is a 1/8th?

I wanna love her, but somehow I can’t 
Love for my brudda and his kid on the way
Play wit em, pull out the dick on the Drac 
Pla-play wit em, I’ll put that stick to yo face 
I’m off the Roxy, don’t know what to say
I know it hurts but it’s gon be okay!
Needa go sit down and pray
Don’t want you to go, promise you gon stay wit me
Huh, told ha stop playin wit me
uh-huh gotta foreign hoe layin wit me 
Im a 1of1, no mistaking me
You too damn broke to be hating me 

It’s been a long long long time, since I felt some shit like this 
That bitch like to talk talk, Ian tryna hear it baby, eat up on the dick
I could never fall off, Ian on yet, but soon, I know that they gon hear me
If you wanna brawl, nah, Ian putting hands, fuck boy, you gon eat dis clip
yea!, put that mag on em, That’s yo mans? how you finna rat on em?
Put a beam on em, laser tag on em
Broke her heart, I done went out sad on her 
BTA, I been going bad on em
Lenci’ tracks fuckit, runnin laps on em
For a long time, I been belt to ass on em
My lil’ son finna have some racks on him

long time

prod. ?
@saykayb
Uh-huh, uh-huh, u-uh,
(over)
I’m on that drank, fallin over,
I don’t like to be sober 
Why can’t you look me in my eyes? (look me in my eyes)
Tell me that it’s over
You don’t understand me,
I ain’t got a plan B
I just wanna be loved, so I can feel what it means (feel what it means)

I got a baby, she got a baby, jus stole my heart, the bitch got me crazy
I’m off that drank in the back a Mercedes (yea, yea-yea!)
Yeah, you know this the latest
I’m poppin my shit, and that’s why they hate me
Play, put you in the pavement 
Codeine, I just been craving
Waiting on my time, I’m patient 

You feel, I feel, I’m lost, in the hills
Fell in love with them blue bills, fell in love with all these pills
I know this life get real, they know this life get real
Why you cause all these problems? I’m, just tryna chill

You, act like you perfect 
Yea, you act like you worth it
And you, snaked me out, I ain’t know you was a serpent 
She get on my dick and get to working
She get on my dick and get to twerking
And I tried to change for you, but this love shit ain’t working (it ain’t working, ain’t working)

It ain’t, working, no it ain’t
I told my brudda yea pour up the drank
Why you? Switching sides, acting lame
I love ya, but this shit ain’t right (right!)
Where you at? tryna see you tonight
Rolls Ghost, put you in them lights
New hoes, this shit outta spite
Yea you drive me crazy

Fuck that Rolls, cuz we went Mercedes
I’m off the drugs, got me moving lazy
If you want a feat, then bitch you better pay me
New car off the lot, told em watch the pavement (heyy!)
I ain’t never signing, fuck that payment (no!)
Silly bitches, yall hoes entertaining 
Silly wrist like Uzi, make a statement
Stay down till you come up,
Consistent and patient 

This shit is mine, for the taking
I know, that this is what yall waited for
I’m sorry, but I can’t save you hoe
New AP my wrist, it’s paid in full
Yea, I’m in love with them diamonds,
I swear we on perfect timing
She want me, just cuz I’m rhyming
We too up, ain’t no declining

You, act like you perfect, yea
You, act like you worth-it
She want my heart, think she deserve-it
Nah! kick her out, tell ha she worthless
I can’t, call you back, cuz I’m working 
Everything I got, I done earned it
He the type to cop it, then return-it
We the type to spend it, yea go burn it
(yea go burn!)
(yea go burn it all, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh,)
(woah, woah!)

perfect (ft. Desire)

prod. yvkie

(bsssh)
Riding round, got that thang on me 
Boy I’m shootin sumn like D Wayne on em
Jewelry off, put my chain on ha 
Broom stick, sumn wit some range on em
It’s a lot of people that done changed omme
Fuck them, I’m switchin lanes on em
Give a fuck, what they gotta say about me
Got a bad bitch, tryna lay up on me
For my brudda, yea I’ll catch a stain bout em
(frttt) yea 

I been getting better, my diamonds is wetter,
Stupid bitch, look at my bezel 
4-5 like a kettle 
Act like I ain’t met em
On the way home, beat up the pedal
lil bro swangin’ metal
If they don’t know about me, betta tell em, yea you betta tell em (brrr)

My lil brudda gon wet em up
Fuck all them rappers, I’m ahead of em
Only you, yea it’s fuck the rest of em
Don’t pull on my shirt though, this some Vetements 
Lift up my shirt, there’s a 4-5
I ain’t tryna hear that, if it’s more lies
You can’t fuck bitch, you a broke broad 
Sippin on drank, yellin “roll tide” 

That fuck-boy tryna meat ride 
Yo music trash boy, you needa retire 
You too slow, sumn like a re-
Got a Spanish bitch, Mamacita
Coolin, black truck, smoke a 3.5
Scat pack, sumn like a bee-hive 
Tryna do sumn? lil boy we live 
You a pussy, sumn like a feline 
 
Size 47, I step
Ain’t right wit the clique, then yo ass gettin left 
In the back of the whip, goyard bag wit a tec
Don’t like the Balencis, I’m back wearing Rick
This the moment girl, get yo picture 
I can love you, but I can’t fix ya 
Got her hands up, sumn like a stick-up
Stu’ dark, till I lift my wrist up

If it’s dark I let them diamonds dance
All my people rich, got a lot of bands
Do this shit for me, don’t need a lot of fans
Blowing up all year, I got a lot of plans
Yea, going up, the kid unstoppable 
Stop mumbling boy, that shit un-audible 
Yeen’ tryna scrap, promise I’m on all the bull 
AMG truck, sumn wit a lot of room
(brrrr)

tell em

prod. Stxndos n chxrles

Yeah! Yeah! (hey, hey!)
Yeah!, yeaa, yeaa-uh
(go!)
Yea, go against me, I wish you best of luck
They hating on me, I don’t give a fuck
Yea, check my pockets, I’m still up
Big blunt, I’m still stuck
I been booted off these drugs yea
Still rolling dubs yea
Im still smoking runtz, huh

I do this shit for the fun of it
Way I’m moving, bout a hunnid sticks
yea, way I’m moving, get you done up quick 
Yeah!- get that money, then I double it
Huh!- I been recording all week
If- you want an open, it’s a fee
Got like 10 racks up on me
Double-double down, 20 racks on me

Way I’m flexing these hunnids, that bitch wanna fuck me
Laser the stick, I hope that you lucky
They said drop the tape, I told them “don’t rush me”
She said I’m the greatest, told her to quit sucking
Yea, I know I’m still new to this
Told a bitch move, like I’m Ludacris 
Ex hit me up, I’m like “who is this?”
Yea, she throwing pussy, I’m refusing it

Nah, I can’t fuck with no hoe (neva!)
(bssh) pole waving out the Rolls
Yea, you can look at my neck and it’s froze
All y’all bullshit, starting to get old
Told my brudda light up that bowl, we getting high tonight 
Fuck me good, baby ride it right 
She fell in love with the exotic life, yea

She wanna take pics in that spider 
Roll up my weed, bitch where is my lighter?
Don’t need no one else, I’m my own provider
I’m punching this in, not much of a writer
You wanna sip Act, yea I’m the supplier
I’m already high, I’m tryna get higher
Hoe why would I lie? Not much of a liar 
Yuh, I’m always keeping it real
Box what? You could box this steel
Off two X, tryna box these pills

They said that I changed, but I’m still up
You ain’t changed shit, you still dumb
I’m tryna touch a hunnid mil, or sumn
After that one bitch, I’m still numb
Shit, I guess that’s how it goes 
Where the wock at? Tryna sip that fo’
Codeine, Promethazine, it’s all the same
Project insecurities, boy you a lame
It don’t really matter, I’m still touchin pape
(yuh, still touchin pape!) 
(mmm mmm, Mmm, mmmm, mmm-mmm, ha ha)

I’m still!/best of luck

prod. notlilthomas

I been battling some demons
This the side that they ain’t seeing, na
When I was down at my lowest, yuh
They acted like the couldn’t hear me
I don’t know anyone that feel me
I’m dreaming bout touchin millions
Huh, I’ve barley even seen some thousands
But it’s alright cuz I’m still piling 

Speak on the silence, they said that I’m wilding
Rejecting guidance, I’m still moving violent
Still tryna smile, even moving through problems
Still being honest, I’m really the problem
Beat myself up, till I feel worthless
I’m sorry, no, you don’t deserve this
Can’t talk right now, I’m still working
Behind it all, I’m a person

Behind all the hurt, I’m still human
Mental battles, all this shit getting ruthless
Think I got it, but inside I’m still clueless
Wondering if all this shit is just useless
Question myself, is this worth the perusing?
Keep my chin up, and keep myself moving
I don’t give a fuck, I still been improving
There’s no time to talk, it’s time to start doing

Huh, 25’ my year (yeah!)
I don’t care, how you feel (yeah!)
I been running up them bills (yeah!) 
My baby keeping it real (yeah!)
Prospering, I’m deserving success 
My year, I deserve the respect
Blowing money, fuckin hurting the check
Moving funny, get you hurt off a text

I been battling some demons
This the side that they ain’t seeing, na
When I was down at my lowest, yuh
They acted like the couldn’t hear me
I don’t know anyone that feel me
I’m dreaming bout touchin millions
Huh, I’ve barley even seen some thousands
But it’s alright cuz I’m still piling 

Speak on the silence, they said that I’m wilding
Rejecting guidance, I’m still moving violent
Still tryna smile, even moving through problems
Still being honest, I’m really the problem
Beat myself up, till I feel worthless
I’m sorry, no, you don’t deserve this
Can’t talk right now, I’m still working
Behind it all, I’m a person (I’m a person)

trials & tribulations

@vlorichbabyslime @boolymon @twovrt
hrrt hrrt
Pshh, okay
alright- okay
Ion understand this shit,
This hoe want my kids
N*gga broke as fuck, spent a light hunnid n*gga on a brand new zip
Pop out the cut wit that G-lock, just equipped a brand new switch 
N*gga keep talking all that shit n*gga, put em on a hitlist (put em ona hitlist!)

Put em on a hitlist, line em up, knock em out like Christmas 
Send him to the fishes, got some rods, yea we going fishing, n*gga 
Been gettin rocked left and right, n*gga he heon make no, bitch n*gga-n*gga 

Broke n*gga make no play, o- okay
Choppa eat his ass up n*gga fish filet
o- okay
Get the job done then we go outta state, ya dig
N*gga want smoke, n*gga I’ll smoke his ass like a cake (yah!)
N*gga what the fuck? N*gga did ya think?
Hm, n-n*gga thought, I was gon be on bullshit
Pop out wit that muhfuckin full-clip, hrr hrr
Pop out now he oozing, up the stick, then I told em move it
I fucked that hoe, but I didn’t do it, yah
Ba-baby slime, stupid
I was a jit, trappin wit lil boosi 
Tol em get that pack gone next Tuesday,
Yuh, yuh yuh, yuh
(hrrrt)
He tryn fight the Drac, is he stupid?
Bi-bitch want my heart, fuck I look like cupid?
Take a lil fine ho down to Ruth Chris
Then I’m out MIA with a new bitch
If he got a problem, chop dispute it
Bitch I’m counting dollas, hunnids, blue strips
(okay, okay!)
Fuck internet beef, we find where he stay!
I put that li hrrr, straight to yo face!
Ain’t trippin bout you, what the fuck do you think?
I’m trippin bout alla this money I made
(pew!) backseat, I’m pouring drank
GLE, it’s built like a tank
a-and the bank-teller know my name!
hrrr-uh
Send a fuck boy to the devil
Pu-pushin this scat, fuckin up the pedal
Way that I’m moving not regular 
I can’t let em get me, hold a felony
Ion give two fucks, what you tellin me
Money long, and it’s staying next to me 
Got a white hoe, off the ecstasy 
And her lil friend, out here sextin me

Ian trippin out bout none these bitches 
All pistols come wit (hrrr hrr!)
Li-lil hoe piss me off, she don’t listen
Loui pants, T-shirt good intentions 
Member when they put me in detention 
Tol that- tol that lil hoe, quit ha bitchin 
Free lil brudda yea I really miss him
Fuck wit mines, get you on a hitlist

Ion understand this shit,
This hoe want my kids
N*gga broke as fuck, spent a light hunnid n*gga on a brand new zip
Pop out the cut wit that G-lock, just equipped a brand new switch 
N*gga keep talking all that shit n*gga, put em on a hitlist (put em ona hitlist!)

Put em on a hitlist, line em up, knock em out like Christmas 
Send him to the fishes, got some rods, yea we going fishing, n*gga 
Been gettin rocked left and right, n*gga he heon make no, bitch n*gga-n*gga

hitlist ft vlorich prod. Boolymon N Twovrt

hit u bakk prod damntibi

(im here again, im here- im here again, im here again)
(im here again! im here- im here again!- yuh!)
Woah- woah!
Yuh!- go!
Writing to you, i hope it finds you well
I see yo problems, and i wish that i could help
Huh- i know we both wrong, and we both been through hell
(i know i know)
That you know, that you the one, dont be scared
(and i still sing)

Baby talk to me nice if you mean it
I dont wanna let you go for nothing, no reason 
yo love is a drug and im feining
I know you know, im needing, you
You wanna hit Neimans- coo
I hope you read this

I know i dont know all the answers (i know)
I try to have good understanding (i hope)
My life never went as I planned it
But look at us now I done made you my planet
Right now, i ain’t tryna fuck up, god damnit 
I can’t show you, and I cannot stand it
It feels like our love at ransom
We both want this, but don’t know how to manage!

like damn, damn!, damn, damn!- damn!
I wish you knew, I wish you knew
I know how sometimes, I get rude
You think I got hoes and got something to prove 
I hate feeling like we don’t know what to do
I hope you still feel like I’m the one for you!-
you!, you-you

Writing to you, I hope it find you well!
You know you have my care,
Whatever it takes, I’ll be right there 
uh okay- uh okay
You give me meaning
Without you, I wouldn’t be shit
Don’t wanna loose you for no reason

(or any reason for that matter)
(feel like my heads on backwards)

no- reason!

no reason 2

andrew tate prod.thrty

go2hell prod.twovrt

tazz tax prod.thrty (BONUS)

SRTTB prod twovrt N thrty (BONUS)

bad2thabone prod 1kkxeno

real slime prod.perc40

Yeah! getting drunk- ignoring all your texts, its your fault 
Getting deep in my feelings, I’m so low, I’m lost
Wondering why you did this to us, what’s the cost?
Told you, by the end of summer we gon pick up where we left off

My brudda up in the back, holdin that strap, watch how you walk
Now you gone, and I’m back in the trap, flip it, get the pack gone
I pray, I pray you fix yourself, but don’t forget me
Drankin’ n smokin my pain away, somebody get me that 50

I’m ’bout a fifth deep, somebody get me that 3.5
Playing all my unreleased in your Altima, that’s not me now
Looking back I used to laugh, it was all happy, that shit sting now
Tearing down all photos throw it in the fireplace, burning me down

Bout 5 in the morning, I’m checking your lo’
Hit Neiman’s together, let’s go hit the stores
Heartburn, my chest, like I done touched the stove
Leave me ‘lone, DND on my phone
shh, but we still talking after hours 
Remember you telling me nobody got you none, I was picking out flowers
Bittersweet memories, our favorite photo done turnt sour
It’s been one week, only been one week and I can’t go without ya, damn 
So much love for you, but now I doubt ya
That first kiss in the parking lot, got me fucked up, I know I sound dumb,
but damn!

I can’t keep, moving like this, I gotta go on
I know, you know, how evil you is, you did me so wrong 
I wish, I could, go turn it back but it’s all gone
Yeah, I been low, but I know I gotta be strong

Speaking to god and I’m praying, I hope I made the right decisions 
Back in the break room, or in your office, so many times we talked and you didn’t listen
It feels like apart of me ripped out and missing, it was so many times that I thought I was tripping 
Wish I could delete it all, fuck it, forget it, but that shit apart of me, this shit embedded I swear

Up in the school, I was sittin on stairs
Call yo phone at lunch, tryna keep it player
My homeboys was pissed that I wasn’t wit them
Bell ring in psychology, I’m just like damn
Wishing I coulda stayed a little more 
Fuckit, okay okay!, that’s how it goes
Puttin that real pain up in my songs
They wasn’t there, J + A was just my mode

Yeah! getting drunk- ignoring all your texts, its your fault 
Getting deep in my feelings, I’m so low, I’m lost
Wondering why you did this to us, what’s the cost?
Told you, by the end of summer we gon pick up where we left off
Imma still be there by the swings, waiting for you
I just need my time, baby my time, baby please stay true 
Fashion only thing keeping me happy, blowin pape ‘bout you
Got a wall up around my heart, wit some barbs, Ian played by you- no never again!

never again, never again! 
(By the end of summer we gon see, what you truly tryna be)
(Fuckit that’s how-like we ride! real hot shit bitch)
(hrrt!)

by the end of summer prod1actxvis N Goyxrd

19, 19!

Yo, yo, yo
Tell li twin I'm down for whatever
Slide back, slide back, throwin up drac bitch, this shit a vendetta
I'm too smart to go out sad, they’ll snake you if you let em 
Bitch tryna play me, block a little ho, like, fuck it, whatever
Block a hoe she say OMG, say lil brother hold my lean
Cruisin' in on a 4-door jeep
I'm real slime won’t fold I’m P
Pockets fat his hoe on E
Balenci, balenciaga the tee
S-She wanna fuck the team
Im too turnt I cannot sleep
I'm too, I'm too

Yo, yo, yo!
I-I've been touchin' racks like it ain't nobody business
Been tryna crack lil one ho, scratch her off the wish list
But she be going overly, tell li hoe she sickening yah yah!
If we got a problem, Draco get ta fixin'
Pass lil twin a pack,  tryna see how quick he flip-it
P-put a hoe on block, I’m outside, off the Duce, Molly jaw locked

Call lil demon he get here in 5, tryna get shi chalked 
when I step inside, certified, bitch, watch how I walk
Cl-clutchin fye, up it to ya face, I don't like to talk

Yo, yo, yo

B-Block a hoe she say OMG, say little brother hold my lean
C-Cruisin' in on a 4-door jeep
I'm real slime won’t fold I’m P
Pockets fat his hoe on E
Balenci, balenciaga the tee
S-She wanna fuck the team
Im too turnt I cannot sleep
I'm too, I'm too

1919!

prahsprr

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