enemy’s end (prod. acculbed x dentist)

dummy (feat. eryxse x deekay) prod. cyfal x imtoofuego

lyrics: 

money on my mind
i gotta have it 
4 5 strap to neck 
in case a nigga want static 
blue strips come automatic 
same witcho yo bitch 
for this dick she gone turn into addict
x2 

i love a freak hoe 
type to get bread and give deep throat 
hands on the wall bitch 
dance witcho knees low
u love the fans 
i scam 
we the cheat codes 
pull up for a play
now they stuck on the east coast 

can’t do the lease no 
slide me pinks hoe
pull off on task 
good luck wit this reach tho 
fuck the blue lights
we don’t see them 
when we go ghost 
i do em like danny 
in the rolls Royce phantoms 

ima rockstar 
just check my closet 
yes those diamonds on my cartier glasses 
yes those are bapestas 
i used to rock kostons 
now i’m big steppin 
i show you who ballin 

i go dum duh duh dum dum 
when we in the hamptons 
the molly kicked in 
now im geekin at a hundun
play wit us bitch
i might just hit u wit the new drum 
had to shoot first cause i ain’t dying from a broke bum 

money on my mind
i gotta have it 
4 5 strap to neck 
in case a nigga want static 
blue strips come automatic 
same witcho yo bitch 
for this dick she gone turn into addict
x2 

yea 
24 clips got me bussin wit this automatic 
imma make you disappear 
lil bitch this ain’t no fucking magic
hit you wit that 4 5 if you want some static
yea im fucking on your bitch while she’s lookin back at it uhhh

fentanyl diamonds 
see em dancing when they bling
got a brand new trackhawk
supercharged sing yea
pussy wanna try me?
imma give that a boy a set of wings
lights, camera, action imma put him on a big screen

brand new matte black caddy
had a lil money 
pussy boy what’s happening?
yea 
took your bitch can’t stand it
brand new patek
let this chopper get to dancing uhhh
brand new matte black caddy
had a lil money 
pussy boy what’s happening?
yea
took your bitch can’t stand it
brand new patek
case this nigga want static uhhh

money on my mind
i gotta have it 
4 5 strap to neck 
in case a nigga want static 
blue strips come automatic 
same witcho yo bitch 
for this dick she gone turn into addict
x2

STATIC X reap (Prod. by Cutty Vibez)

why tf you talkin? 🤷‍♂️

Lyrics:
Why the fuck you talkin' when your girl inside my whip
Shawty getting way too crazy, with the way she move her hips
She gon’ drop it for the bag, she gon’ drop it on the low
All the competition coming for me, that’s just how I roll
Get to stashin all these hundreds on the day I fucking drop
Imma stack it to the ceiling, till the end I cannot stop
Lockin in for all my brothers, lock it in for all my dreams
Ain't nobody on my level, I just do as I please

Like what, I got em’ watching like some fans
They think they can close the gap between us, y’all don’t understand
All the sacrifices that I made, for these numbers
Kinda stupid how much I got paid, for those sleepless nights
Money, power, fame, that’s all I need
Fuck you bitches, and your games, can’t trust nobody
So I’m riding all alone, just me myself
I’m chillin’ with this blown out phone, cause you know that

It’s a hundred to the top, making money never stop
Shawty bad, why you mad, keep that metal like a cop
Got an uzi in my pocket, you can see the way I rock
Why she saying that she hate me, then she jumping on my cock
Smoking gas, smoke that shit up quick
I got a loaded .44 up on my side like I’m rick
Yeah all this money that I’m making turned me into a prick
She got a pretty face, and shawty got that ass, yeah it thick
You wanna fuck with me, I’ll fill yo ass up with lead
I’m smoking tree, roll the backwood, counting my bread
And she be double texting, now she calling, girl we ain’t friends
Don’t let me catch you slipping, Imma leave you laying in red
I got a red dot, smoke pot, made too many bands
Private jet to your city, yeah my presence in demand
Got some diamonds on my rings, got some ice up on my hands
Hit the dash, I don’t crash, whip imported from Japan, like

Why the fuck you talkin' when your girl inside my whip
Shawty getting way too crazy, with the way she move her hips
She gon’ drop it for the bag, she gon’ drop it on the low
All the competition coming for me, that’s just how I roll
Get to stashin all these hundreds on the day I fucking drop
Imma stack it to the ceiling, till the end I cannot stop
Lockin in for all my brothers, lock it in for all my dreams
Ain't nobody on my level, I just do as I please

Cause like why the fuck you talkin' when your girl inside my whip
Shawty getting way too crazy, with the way she move her hips
She gon’ drop it for the bag, she gon’ drop it on the low
All the competition coming for me, that’s just how I roll
Get to stashin all these hundreds on the day I fucking drop
Imma stack it to the ceiling, till the end I cannot stop
Lockin in for all my brothers, lock it in for all my dreams
Ain't nobody on my level, I just do as I please

TO THE TOP (ft. ⭒ nova ⭒ )

lyrics

all i ever wanna do is party
catch me at the club trynna holla at somebody
i’m mobbin wit the slap in the trunk
so baby slow down while i light up these runtz yeah
x2

hell yeah act a fool wit it
drop it down u aint new to it
not one i need two bitches
i might let the crew hit it
i fucked around nd got 3 wit it
at show they want a feel ticket

yadamean i get that dough
u acting sour not panera hoe
i need them blue strips from your pretty bones
she the type to be alone
i showed her how to stack without the hoe
now i’m getting glutes like 24
pretty faces love to fold

i leaned up, clean face
i’m a blessing
heard he wanna talk
take his girl for a lesson
late night smash
like rocky i’m testing
but she don’t own fenty
so the face where i’m bussin

i’m from the northside baby
i b coasting
dipped in all black like a vamp
sippin potion
all my brothers up
we be toasting
but i need more drank
bring the dark by the ocean

All I Wanna Do (Prod. By Qrystral)

I be steppin hella heavy 👢

Lyrics:
I be swerving, driftin’ in the foreign
Talking slim body, blacked out, pedal floorin’
Y’all bitches boring, take my money sort it
Want my autograph, then you better get to workin
All my numbers soaring, money come in pouring
Iced my brother out, now we finna get to touring
The bitches ain’t important, all my whips imported
Cash it all out, cause the private jet be roaring, (it be roaring)

I be swerving, driftin’ in the foreign
Talking slim body, blacked out, pedal floorin’
Y’all bitches boring, take my money sort it
Want my autograph, then you better get to workin
All my numbers soaring, money come in pouring
Iced my brother out, now we finna get to touring
The bitches ain’t important, all my whips imported
Cash it all out, cause the private jet be roaring, (it be roaring)

I be steppin hella heavy, this piece cost your salary
See I’m countin’ all this money, while they counting calories
Tell me where the fuck your lady, that bitch in my gallary
If you think that I’m untruthful, you’re mistaken tragically
Like what’s the move, don’t say you want the drama, cause I ain’t really wanna
Spray and drain these bitches, I’d just rather get the commas
Don’t make me start some trauma, cause I got two katanas
And I’ll be raisin’ hella shit, till I reach nirvana
I’m just stacking milli after milli
Talkin’ millions in every lane you think I couldn’t
Fuck what you say, they just jealous I do things they couldn’t
Hate the lies, but I came up by saying things I shouldn’t, things you wouldn’t say
You a pussy, you ain’t really bout’ it
Talkin’ shit, but can they say it to my face, I doubt it
Need a strap, you bitches cannot stand on shit without it
For these motherfuckers to exist, I can’t allow it, (I got em’ shouting)

I be swerving, driftin’ in the foreign
Talking slim body, blacked out, pedal floorin’
Y’all bitches boring, take my money sort it
Want my autograph, then you better get to workin
All my numbers soaring, money come in pouring
Iced my brother out, now we finna get to touring
The bitches ain’t important, all my whips imported
Cash it all out, cause the private jet be roaring, (it be roaring)

I be swerving, driftin’ in the foreign
Talking slim body, blacked out, pedal floorin’
Y’all bitches boring, take my money sort it
Want my autograph, then you better get to workin
All my numbers soaring, money come in pouring
Iced my brother out, now we finna get to touring
The bitches ain’t important, all my whips imported
Cash it all out, cause the private jet be roaring, (it be roaring)

BLACKED OUT

SO MEAN! (purge!, th3 kxd)

LIGHT A SPLIFF w/ LOAT! (prod. DA)

lyrics

dont you hear my angels callin?
girl don’t take my heart away 
i feel like we due something big 
so is it you or I?
off a script i’m poppin 539s 
until i’m dozing off
she call my phone 
i bag the hoe 
she dancing like an animal
2x

i feel like im taking off 
but this time there’s gone b a cost 
maybe whatchu needed was someone 
who always say he wrong 
u just want somebody u could push around 
and so do i 
baby ima player from the stars 
they say im borderline 

cannot say im manic tho 
did i miss my antidote?
stuck in this lil episode 
doctors say im handsome tho 
fuck it ima cannibal
i treat these beats like hannibal 
psychedelic dreams 
i’m off a thizz, my money indigo 

i’m sauced up 
baby do you get the picture? 
he washed up 
we all play wit different figures 
i bossed up 
colored money, fancy dinners 
a tom tux 
perfect way to hide a sinner

dont you hear my angels callin?
girl don’t take my heart away 
i feel like we due something big 
so is it you or I?
off a script i’m poppin 539s 
until i’m dozing off
she call my phone 
i bag the hoe 
she dancing like an animal
2x

I tried and tried
You lied again
Last piece had of me died again
Most of these remedies I never did
Talk to myself because life is a bitch
Sit the on the curb and I think about how could this happen to me which
Way should I be taking thats good for me 
But smoke in the mirrors is all I see

I admit it shit was unexpected who gives a fuck
Im the only one who end up on that bed when time is up
Me, myself, and I thats everything that I will ever trust
Detached from the fucking facts adjusting yeah I had enough

Blinded by the lies 
Love at first sight
Covered all the signs
And part of my mind
Thought about giving it time
And giving it time to change
Yeah that was a waste
You stuck in yo ways
The end of the day
And nothing will change
U bounded by faith
U thinking u right
You outta yo mind
Im wishing you well and hoping you fine

Angels been calling my name
The end of the day my body breakdown
Start a decay inside of my grave
Unsettling images I potray inside of yo brain

Time ticking got me going insane 
Blackout got me skipping the day
All red I guess Im seeing the way
Got me fucked up I cannot be saved

dont you hear my angels callin?
girl don’t take my heart away 
i feel like we due something big 
so is it you or I?
off a script i’m poppin 539s 
until i’m dozing off
she call my phone 
i bag the hoe 
she dancing like an animal
2x


ANGELS CALLIN

imma talk my shit 😴

Lyrics: 
Yeah yeah, better watch your tone, when you speak to me cause I stand on business
They gon' watch they step, when I pull up to the club cause it gets like that, yeah
How'd you get like this, how'd you get like that
Tryna be like me, but it's not gon' work cause they not bout shit, yeah
Imma talk my shit, Imma talk my shit
Lemme talk my shit, lemme talk my shit
Imma talk my shit, Imma talk my shit
Tryna be like me, but it's not gon' work cause they not bout shit, yeah

Claiming he got it put him to the test, if you gon say it, say it wit’ yo chest 
Looking burnt out like a done cigarette, way I’m getting these bands got these biddies obsessed 
Uh huh, uh-huh uh-huh, just popped out in that brand new car
Uh huh, uh-huh uh-huh, these boys tryna be like me but can’t 
None of them move like me, these numbers you got in a month I get that in a week 
Don’t sleep on the team, don’t sleep, I heard your music there's no competition wit me
Imma talk my shit while your raps on repeat, bitch, y’all done replicate what we did 
Don’t act like we do not see this, you’re sleeping

Yeah watch yo tone, watch your tone when you gon’ speak
I got your girl up in my bed, oh wow when she do it, goddamn she a freak yuh
So step one, you better bring your gun cause Imma steal your funds
I get shit done, I'm not the one, so I suggest that you run
While you be sleeping, I gather my brothers and we moving silent, we steady be creepin’
And geeking, lowkey I be tweaking, cause I do not know where I'm going, I hope that I'm dreamin
I’m meaning that I could be nice when I want, but I could be a demon, no point for the defense
Because I just came with a choppa and really be fiending for bodies, I need it, yeah

Yeah yeah, better watch your tone, when you speak to me cause I stand on business
They gon' watch they step, when I pull up to the club cause it gets like that, yeah
How'd you get like this, how'd you get like that
Tryna be like me, but it's not gon' work cause they not bout shit, yeah
Imma talk my shit, Imma talk my shit
Lemme talk my shit, lemme talk my shit
Imma talk my shit, Imma talk my shit
Tryna be like me, but it's not gon' work cause they not bout shit, yeah

TALK MY SHIT (w/t TH3KXD, Jaswed)

Qrystral

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