get u out ft tenseup (prod tenseup)

lyrics (prod @reklus1ve)

face da blunt
ion wan fuck da cunt
and dese hoes on sum
a-and im not on nun

i feel like kobes son
(b-bitch im numba 1)
n-now u throwin up
(bleh)
its not really fun
why u on me d-
cus u aint bet on me
sh-shopping spree,
saks fifth smokin hella tree
they gon spray da febreeze
got ha on her knees
hoe wan fucc me in da trees
ion wanna be-
if that hoe b tweakin out
i tell ha pop a bean
o-or an adderall for me
im a fuccin fein

(blat blat ween)
bah bah trackhawk beam-
blat- i jus took the track- uh, n my beam-
(huh-beam)
u ride round in trackhawks cus u mean it
i jus copped dat trackhawk whatchu mean?

face da blunt
ion wan fuck da cunt
and dese hoes on sum
a-and im not on nun

i feel like kobes son
(b-bitch im numba 1)
n-now u throwin up
(bleh)
its not really fun
why u on me d-
cus u aint bet on me
sh-shopping spree,
saks fifth smokin hella tree
they gon spray da febreeze
got ha on her knees
hoe wan fucc me in da trees
ion wanna be-
if that hoe b tweakin out
i tell ha pop a bean
o-or an adderall for me
im a fuccin fein

face da blunt prod reklus1ve

lyrics (prod @chr6me on ig)

f-fuckin dat hoe she screamin my name-
you ain get no bread
you ain’t get no pape
you ain rockin desginer
u rockin all fake
yo lil hoe finer I might have to date
countin my money I’m countin my pape
feed that hoe tummy
put food on her plate
that boy lookin bummy
I ain’t gonna hate
bih bounce like a bunny
I’m countin my cake
that boy talkin funny
I might have to- aye
lil prae spend more den u make
fur coat on me mink ain’t fukkin fake
trackhawk in my garage aye
dat lil hoe hit me up like wassup
bih u smokin spray
hell no u can’t hit me on the low
that shit od lame
no ion wan fuck dat hoe
I said fuck the fame
dis a first class flight to soho
and we leave today
(hey hey hoe- ion fight u can’t fight lil prae)

adderall, just to keep me goin
that hoe on her knees
that hoe fucc me raw
I wan see u sin
I wan see it all
that lil hoe in awe
I never pass the ball-

f-fuckin dat hoe she screamin my name-
you ain get no bread
you ain’t get no pape
you ain rockin desginer
u rockin all fake
yo lil hoe finer I might have to date
countin my money I’m countin my pape
feed that hoe tummy
put food on her plate
that boy lookin bummy
I ain’t gonna hate
bih bounce like a bunny
I’m countin my cake
that boy talkin funny
I might have to- aye
lil prae spend more den u make
fur coat on me mink ain’t fukkin fake
trackhawk in my garage aye
dat lil hoe hit me up like wassup
bih u smokin spray
hell no u can’t hit me on the low
that shit od lame
no ion wan fuck dat hoe
I said fuck the fame
dis a first class flight to soho
and we leave today
(hey hey hoe- ion fight u can’t fight lil prae)

pape prod chr6me

Charlie Kirk (Co5mo)

lyrics (prod @mzso)

oh no they wan leave the show
go home go home
oh no oh no they all wan leave the show
no ion wan leave ion wanna-
(go-go-go-go)
thro- thro-
throw it throw it back if u fuckin throwed
popped one too many pills down my fuckin throat
he wan serve but i ain set
i ain ready tho
imma geek up and get sent 
she ain ready tho
bitches geekin off that fent i ain even kno
imma dj at the set they ain even know
count up to the fuckin sky imma count some more
ppl wanna see me die.. ion even kno-

imma lead the hoe-
imma lead the fuckin line like the leader hoe
imma shoot my shot like a free throw
u ain got no opps u a dweeb hoe
ion want that hoe she a freak tho
and yk im sendin shots to yo freak hoe
and ik im on here mind like a yo-yo
like its yin-yang hoe, we belong tho
imma fly u first class down to SoHo
imma smash and break the glass cus im mad bro
and im tryna tap that like its bang bros
swear we was never friends we was always foes

go home go home go home go
go home go home they want you to go
we was never fuckin friends we was always foes
too many too many drugs im fuckin throwed
throwin up on the floor
they want u to go home
go home go home they want u to go home
im too im too 2-2 fuckin throwed
im so lost in this world, dk where to go
ion kno where to go, dk where my home
they all want u to leave, im like where i go
go go ion- uh ion even kno
ion even know...

never friends, always foes prod miso

rip me out my body hold my hand while i ascend
@luxieluci

the exorcist prod haile

lyrics (prod @chr6me on ig)

you in philly
you in philly town

pipe down,
spark dat blunt
we get high now
put a hunnid down-
dont roll the dice,
u gon die now,
u in philly town
ride or die, or you die now
and we ride around
new balance cus we rep the town
u said tune it down
tune it down u 2 fuckin loud
and we smoke on loud
weed get me high i ain goin down-
cloud 9 in the sky neva comin down-
kobe bryant-
(yah)
kobe bryant from my fuckin town
rest in peace
spark dat blunt up for kobe now-

Allen I-(Iverson)
ballin out like im Allen I(verson)
bitches lie, bitches cry but we ballin out
you gon die- y-y-you gon die if you in my town
no dont talk
no dont talk pls just shut your mouth
you gon die
y-y-y-you gon die if u in my town-

pipe down, spark dat blunt
we get high now
put a hunnid down-
dont roll the dice,
u gon die now,
u in philly town
ride or die, or you die now
and we ride around
new balance cus we rep the town
u said tune it down
tune it down u 2 fuckin loud
and we smoke on loud
weed get me high i ain goin down-
cloud 9 in the sky neva comin down-
kobe bryant-
(yah)
kobe bryant from my fuckin town
rest in peace
spark dat blunt up for kobe now-

Allen I-(Iverson)
ballin out like im Allen I(verson)
bitches lie, bitches cry but we ballin out
you gon die- y-y-you gon die if you in my town
no dont talk
no dont talk pls just shut your mouth
you gon die
y-y-y-you gon die if u in my town-

pape prod chr6me

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