cover art by @dionjpg

prod creds: wydmichi, whysobored, purpsenju, tjriverss, max2k10, moolah, and yuk1sx

##ftf

hoe a slut

LYRICS:

I don't like to talk unless we talking bread
He talking 'bout my gang he a dead man walking, walking dead
If I call up lil Greg, he gon' slide down like a fucking sled
Big ass rock in my ear, I couldn't even hear what you fucking said
Call my dog he chalking
Big ass choppa, turn you to Steve Hawkins
Like some dreads I'm locked in
Got some bread and now these hoes they flocking
Fake ass niggas flauging, ROP we mobbing
Cut the snakes I'm cropping 
Hoe mad that she stalking me, me, me

Me, me, me
Came in with lil bbb, you toting bbb's
Slide with hammers like King Dedede, dedede
On his head just like some beady beads, beady beads
Your bitch give me head like DDT, yeah yeah DDT
Your bitch she hippity hop on the d
Brand new whip, don't got no keys
Puffing on za, niggas smoking on reef'
Yeah, chop make him run like Tyreek
Yeah, your music ass yeah it stink
Uh, putting on for my team
Yeah, bad hoe like to swipe visas
Paint her face like-, damn
Paint her face, Mona Lisa
I don't want her you can keep her
Yeah, with my dog just like Kiba
Yeah, boutta blow like a creeper
Bad bitch give me brain like a teacher
Yeah, we gon' put him on a t-shirt
Pull out that glock, nigga nice to meet ya
Damn, neck cold like a freezer
So I got to carry my heater
Yeah, hoe acting like I need her
Bitch, you just my favorite eater
Damn, in the field like-, fuck
In the field Derek Jeter
Damn, counting chips no pita
Ride with that griffin nigga no Peter

I don't like to talk unless we talking bread
He talking 'bout my gang he a dead man walking, walking dead
If I call up lil Greg, he gon' slide down like a fucking sled
Big ass rock in my ear, I couldn't even hear what you fucking said
Call my dog he chalking
Big ass choppa, turn you to Steve Hawkins
Like some dreads I'm locked in
Got some bread and now these hoes they flocking
Fake ass niggas flauging, ROP we mobbing
Cut the snakes I'm cropping 
Hoe mad that she stalking me, me, me

Stalkin (Prod. Bryalle & Swish)

prod rexv2s

Lyrics:
(Talk to me now)
(Talk to me)
(Talk to me yuh)
It’s been hard on a nigga lately (It’s been so hard so)
Friends turning into foes switching on me quick, Yeah
Got my head on a swivel don’t know who to trust (I don’t know who to)
She was already spotted she sitting there think she moving slick
You say that you love me
But i don’t feel nothing
And ion understand, why you keep bluffing
And you keep running
It don’t make sense
It don’t add up to nothing
(Yeah, Woah)
Just tell me how, you feel 
Cause i’m here right now (Here right now)
Ian’ going nowhere I promise
You the one that left a broken promise
You the one that’s leaving me with all this-
Pain that I can’t deal with (Oh-Hoh)
Rolling up telling me you’re healing (You’re Healing)
I’m waiting, my soul been bleeding
(My Soull)
I been working retail (I been working yo’)
Why the hell are you here? 
Yo’ intentions ain’t clear (Yo intentions ain’t)
Contacts get cleared (Contacts yuh)
No one to talk to (No one to talk to)
That’s how it feels like (That’s how it feels right)
Talking to you feels right 
Staying up the whole night
Looking at me tired in the morning
I don’t even care lets keep it going
She said that she feels some more emotion (She feels)
I know that we bonding in the moment (We Bond)
I know that it’s been a couple months
But i cannot get you out my head
Wasted days i’m settling in bed 
Feels like I been living this again

So Hard

Spotify / Apple Music

so hard (rexv2s)

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@liluzivert rich forever leaked remix
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rich4eva

creole

yuk1sx - stunna

rexv2 ft. xtsy - wide spectrum

tooly? - mexico

Intro
I got too much guap, Keep a hunnid (keep a hunnid) (keep a hunnid)
You so broke, wher ur funds is
Im tryn fuk ya on this luh mami
Jus tryna fuk no nat my honey
-
Ur hoe eat me up
I got too much guap
I cant do no love
I cant do no love
Yeah 
Yo hoe eat me up
I got too much guap
I cant do no love
I cant do no love
Yea 
Im nat buff
But ill fuck shyt up
Yea
Bih im on ya ass
Yea
But hollup, ive been runnin
Yaow, too much guap jumpin
Yaow, innat pussy jumpin
Hollup, ive been runnin
Put the work in, musik bumpin
Yaow, in my room hummin
Yall slept on me, now bitch im stuntin
Sit down sit down, watch the sun come in
Money still comin
Comin comin comin
These hoes keep on lyin
Lyin, look at me im flyin
Flyin, flyin, flyin
Yaoww, i wont stop until ive done it
Yaoww, this yo ho im throwin hunnids
Yoaww, she tryn fuck ill keep it a hunnid
I got too much guap, keep a hunnid
(Keep a hunnid) (keep a hunnid)
U so broke, wher yo funds is
Im tryn fuk, ya on this luh mami
Jus tryna fuk, no nat my honey
Not my honey, not my honey
You dont love me, u want money
Bih im all up in her tummy
Yaow
- outro

hunnid prod texo jayo

produced by @xlundon14k
remix of lundon14k's "tapn (tap in)"
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@xlundon14k

[ Lyrics ]

(Yea)
Bitch i'm in that coupe come flex up,
just like "Future" i'm gon' "Flex Up",
told her slide and drop that neck yeah,
dunk on him, "Clyde Drexler".
"Yung Bans", keep bands on the "Dresser",
he wan' slide come test me,
his bih call me bestie.

(Verse 1)

In the kitchen cookin' up some shit,
I feel like "Auntie Betsy",
my right hand man shoot with his left hand, 
like "Ginobli" come test it, (yea)
ball out like a legend,
stick on me carry a felon,
most of yo niggas slide and don't get em,
we gon' slide and get em doe.

(Verse 2)

H-Hop out in a striker,
this bitch think that we 4 lifers,
know some niggas got rich off of fraud
but please don't call dem swipers,
if opp hoe wan' slime and drop that pin,
just know FN gon' bite her,
I need the heat, I need lighter,
light the block up with that fire.

(Verse 3)

I hit up twin "say, whats goin on?"
she eat the dick up like provolone,
twin see me pourin' up, bitch I start sippin' on,
he said he spotted em, know what i'm grippin' on,
codeine all up in my cup, I don' sip patron,
see a opp nigga I get em' gone,
I just told twin to come pass the bong,
smokin' opp niggas right out the bowl, yea.

(Pre-Chorus Verse)

Don' hit my phone, with that fuck shit, leave me lone, yea,
give a fuck 'bout a hoe, I can't switch up on the bros, yea,
most these niggas hoe'n, don' got pockets, they broke, yea,
niggas they don't got nothin' on me, thats on my soul, yea.

They think that i'm stoppin', pour "prometh" in my soda,
call me "Jaae-John Stockton", pull up splash in her throat, yea,
I got plenty options, my drac got it a scope, yea,
call my white hoe "Lizzy McGuire", she white as coke, yea.

(Chorus) 
(Yea)
Bitch i'm in that coupe come flex up,
just like "Future" i'm gon' "Flex Up",
told her slide and drop that neck yeah,
dunk on him, "Clyde Drexler".
"Yung Bans", keep bands on the "Dresser",
he wan' slide come test me,
his bih call me bestie.

(Yea)
Bitch i'm in that coupe come flex up,
just like "Future" i'm gon' "Flex Up",
told her slide and drop that neck yeah,
dunk on him, "Clyde Drexler".
"Yung Bans", keep bands on the "Dresser",
he wan' slide come test me,
his bih call me bestie.

rexv2 ft. xtsy - wide spectrum

chop (@prodchopstick)

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