Catch me

Kick it

cant wait to hear ppl tell me i cant sing

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You say you sip lean but your ass don’t know
That the first cup for syrup and the second’s for froze
You say you trappin’ and got all these hoes
But your cell’s dry as shit and your clout level’s low
You at some weak party you didn’t throw
Standin off to the side checkin your phone
Sayin you got all these texts, we just laugh
We know you lookin’ at memes on the ‘gram
Tinder no matches, Facebook no pokes,
You get left on read cause your ass is broke
Askin to sesh but you don’t got no tokes
Coughin your lungs out cause you’ve never smoked

[HOOK]

You say you got mad hoes
Bitch we all know you don't
Cause you a loser
Loser, loser

You ain't got no nice shit
No ladies at your crib
Cause you a loser,
Loser, loser

Bitch I bet you make your lean with the quil
Say you pop Xans cause you takin’ advil
Say you depressed and that you wanna die
But you’re just all bent cause no hoes hit your line
Say you beat a guy cause he looked at you funny
Bitch you beat your meat like your dick owes you money
Sayin’ you cookin’ up fire in the studio
I’m gettin paper, the fuck is you doin’ bro?
Sayin’ you someone but you just a random
Say you got diamonds but you never had ‘em
Buyin supreme with money from your parents
Say your name’s J but we all know it’s Clarence

[HOOK]

You say you flexin’ but your style is whack
The only pussy that you get is your cats
Even they fuckin hate you, hit you with that hiss
And how do you not know you smell like cat piss
The smell’s all in your Gucci we all know is fake
And in your gold chain we all know that you snaked
You got no money, you got no cream
You just a Randall with too many dreams
You say you got game but it honestly seems
That you flirt with ladies by sending them memes
You ain’t got any clout on any streets
Your bitch don’t have cake if that’s all that she eats

You know, cause like... Your bitch is fat.

[HOOK]

Loser

Second half of "Glidin' Along", my latest project made with @bscsaito

Find it on Bandcamp: https://goo.gl/h4jb99
And Spotify: https://goo.gl/P26sE6

Artwork by Sofia Corsi AKA Corsibuck: www.facebook.com/corsibuck/

Thanks to all the talented beatmakers and rappers who allowed us to craft such a big project. Hope you'll enjoy.

10 - Glidin' Along (w/ @plusma)
11 - Sea Wanderers (w/ @oatmello)
12 - Vindaloo (feat. @obijuanshinobii)
13 - Fauteuil (w/ @walterwarm)
14 - C# (feat. @chrisrou)
15 - Ontehbeatthang (Interlude)
16 - Flip Phone (w/ @iamokho)
17 - Everything Must Change (feat. @mcgels)
18 - Nites At The Pub
19 - Verdant (w/ @juan-rios-beats)
20 - Meraki (w/ @axiannn)

(Check SIDE A on @bscsaito 's profile!)

Spotify

Saito & Lester, Nowhere - Glidin' Along (SIDE B)

BUY TULA FIORA RN! THIS SHIT FLEX! AYYYYYE! FEATURING @DJDAXMUSIC
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[Lyrics]
(Hook)
Sold out; Sold out; Sold out;
Flex Tula; I don’t need no Lewis belt.
My gear Bizarre; my drip to hard.
I’m real; you’re too be felt.
Fiora my fit; I’m way too big;
My dick; need two XL’s.
Your bitch my dick; inside I twist.
Like the way my hoodie feel.

(Verse 1: Kezura)
32 hundred rounds.
Going all around.
Move em underground;
When I step.
Swear my fabric too;
Damn bullet proof.
This tula to damn flex.
Bzar; run it back.
Need a hundred racks.
And I’d buy the whole damn shelf.
Till then; few of em; to a few dozen.
While I empty out these shells.
Bitch; Hold up.
Wear my Tula; Rip Madula.
Fuck with me.
With Flower at my chest; with a .40 at my hip.
P-Please D-D-Don’t buck with me.
Sword on my back; with some killers in the back.
And they all with it; cause they fuck with me.
Got flowers on they chest; with choppers all equipped.

Verse 2 (DAX):
(My) Tula's that new stuff, still counting this Gouda, no
Brainer: medula, team fy'ooch, we the rulers, stay
Packing like movers, I'm back with a praa like I'm
Back with a Ruger, check fat like a Buddha

Tula till the tulips touch the tomb, she
Sees Fiora when I enter rooms
Immaculate conception, pray for her womb, taking it
Back to my mentions, I can't fail to mention

She flexed in the fit, looking like Ashley Benson, my
Tula go dummy, my fit go erection
Drip is on hard, drip is on difficult
Dressed in all black for the dash but no digital

Looking so dope, could never pass a physical
Catching the ghost, this feeling, man, is spiritual
Check out her top when on top, call it pinnacle 
All things veridical, look like we're in a cult

Me and my brothers ain't really bothered 'bout the LV
Giving to myself, I deserve it most evidently
Every time they see me, they feelings fill up with envy
Essentially, the sakura means baby's my senshi like 

Ah, don't need no Louis belt
No designers like who needs help?
I flick my wrist, its hot out, bitch
Like the way that my hoodie felt

BUY TULA FIORA OR WE RIOT (W/ DAX)

Pete Rock - Flying instrumental

lo-fi sadboy hip-hop garbage
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Loser

Prince Computer