Moon prod Prettifun

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)

#Scfirst
#wire
Vocals and engineering by me 
Mix and mastered by me
prod @3nalog

ganja

prod @nokija + @vainhardt

Lyrics: 
uh boss up, i told my lil hoe to boss up n*ggas d*ckridin shut the f*ck up yeah
 send me the drop shoot the block up yah,
yah 
go get ya money up 

i had to run it up ya

Whats up in this double cup thats that potion yeah

these n*ggas dumb as f*ck

im goin dummy yeah

she tryna call me up

she tryna show me up

she tryna show me love 

she know i cant love

she up on my body
now she tryna top me

twin just caught a body 

with my troops my army
i got racks in the bank

i count racks everyday
pour that lean up slowly
adderall might od

i guess thats on me,
by my lonely cant f*ck with no phony

Remember i use to be broke now u around you aint my homie

with slime my blood my kin my ride or die my gang
i just put my pain into this sh*t they just dont get the aim

Huh, alot of n*ggas they snakes alot of n*ggas they fake

b*tches be really just using me
for the money and fame
nowadays b*tches to choosy and they groupies

i pray to god that this my year i just gotta watch how im movin.
Hella n*ggas they be fake yeah
i keep choppas in the wraith 
run down the wrong way i might have to pop at ya face
im wit yo hoe makin movies

and this b*tch tryna show some boobies

and this hoe thinkin that she cool

but i cant cuff a  hoe at all.

blood (nokija + vainhardt)

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)"
#scfirst
@4jaae
@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.

Mama’s boy.

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