sickoscriptboyZzᶻ

Lyrics:

Took a perc I might throw up
hollows leave you holey you'll meet jesus
double my cup
designer drugs
I get fucked up

Did you really think you would get away
10 steps ahead yeah I'm on that
in a all black
with a tall strap
money talk that
what did he say
where he fucked up
now he in the grave
shawty did me cold I'm like no way
come on lil Qyn nah don't trip
what I look like tweaking bout a bitch
what it look like I don't look at the expense
pull up get the money yeah that's it

Designer Drugs {nothempts x whymillyy}

speeding down the runway 
this is a one way ticket to yo fucking grave 
now you screaming mayday 
while i grip the fucking blade 
then you get a shotgun blast through your rib cage 
-(bitch)
speeding down the runway 
this is a one way ticket to yo fucking grave 
now you screaming mayday 
while i grip the fucking blade (aah)

you motherfuckers prolly wonder where the fuck i’ve been 
fucked up on a journey just to find the psilocybin 
now i got the tool and i’m slashing with this fucking grin
but i can’t fucking kill you hoe my mental in the fucking bin 

waste (waste) 
i’ll fuck up yo face (face)
leave no witnesses so i leave a cold (case)
bitch give me some space (space)
you don’t want a taste (taste)
ill leave yo motherfucking brains on a plate 
(on a plate, bitch)

speeding down the runway 
this is a one way ticket to yo fucking grave 
now you screaming mayday 
while i grip the fucking blade 
then you get a shotgun blast through your rib cage 
(bitch)
(x2)

RIBCAGE (prod. ArQ)

Lyrics:

counting up
counting up

Looking like I hit the lotta
lame niggas yeah that's not us
kick the door, caught him off guard
see the fear in his face and still popped em
red and blue, fuck the coppers
doing 100 not stopping
not Paramore but I rock out

Um lil qyn you did it again
talk on the gang we spinning that bend
feds get me I gotta go sit
feds get me I gotta go sit
fan want me she giving me lip
fan want me she giving me lip
I den had enough of this
I den had enough of this
so many drugs nothing working
I fell in love now I'm hutting
the money heal me that's for certain
the money heal me that's for certain

Lotto {Cullen}

Lyrics:

Do I love her (x6)

She ask me do I love her
and I say hardly
I say hardly
heh that's not my Barbie
aye its not that type of party
damn lil bitch I'm sorry
damn lil bae I'm sorry
lil bae I'm sorry

Can't cuff her cause she is a runner
she want my bands, but I wanna run up
fuck an advance I'm doing it solo
hop in a Benz that boy can not keep up
up in the sky, that boy I can't see em
smoking pressure, percussion loud like drum 
I did this all by myself I don't need ya

Hardly {HeyyLotus x ioney}

##DRNK
Lyrics:

Uh
popping and shit, know I been on
popping and shit, know I been on
K got a kick its a new born
stock with a grip its gon shoot forward
roll in your half better shoot for it
roll in your half better shoot for it

I came in first but you can keep the gold
azul on me, I'm counting the blues
she wanted me, damn it I blew it
she wanted me, damn it I blew it
just like my ex bitch imma let it go
ain't pass my math class but I'm counting up
and I'm saying the same things
and no the money won't change me

The money wont change me
I got hella pape
white bitch black hair Carly Shay
forecast look like it gon rain
let it spray up at his place
I ain't Daro boy I'm free
ain't on pay roll, its pay day
blow my money fuck a safe
blow my money fuck a

Couldn't imagine I would've fucked her (x3)
gave her my heart and it left with her
gave her my wallet was it worth

Blow my money fucker 
blow my money fucker
I need my money fucker
ha
I need my money fucker

Carly Shay ##FREESTYLE {saintjules}

prod me
lyrics (sickboymaple):
bet i drop a thouxan (bet i drop a thouxan) 
all in hulen (all in hulen)

i remember poppin xan (i remember poppin xan)
at school in hulen (at school in hulen)

you dont know who the fuck i am (you dunno who the fuck i am)
yeah yeah you dunno what i been thru 
(yeah yeah you dunno what i been through)

so ima stick  straight to the plan 
(ima stick yeah straight to the plan)
and i wont give a fuck about you 
(and i wont give a fuck about you)

lyrics (qynji):
And I don't wannaz talk about it
and I don't wanna talk about it
I got a blick and it do all the talking
fuck a pen and paper, ain't fuck with college
somehow lil Qyn look like he hit the lotto
CC, BB, and VVs I got all em
3 0 Ps, I feel like I'm in Gothem
but enough of that
I ain't no DJ, no running back
4 5 know my bother tucking that
queen can you slow it down, yes I can

oh, oh
better leave me lone
better leave me lone

Qyn spark it up like uh ah huh, okay
I just been living it up, you just doing what you can
I just been running it up, boy yo cash look like a plane
Qyn style is in.. insane
you steal it boy I'm not the one to blame
words feel like magic I'm mage
words feel like magic I'm mage

Designer Drugs {nothempts x whymillyy}

Qyn (@qynji)

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