FWYH

FWYH (ft. Blackedy) (Prod. Skid)

Time for another rap song. Its 9/11 and one of my bars references the day. So, no better day to drop this one! Remember to always have fun with your passions! Let me know what your favorite line is, I think there are some bars in here. This song was made a few months back, so we are dropping another 2024 song! Thanks for all the love and make sure to follow! I'm gonna start posting on social medias soon.

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Official music video available on YouTube. Watch it now here : https://youtu.be/ByVcCn5pAlc?si=t76yqwUM5qIezuej

BACKSEAT COUNTIN

Leaveidareyou (prod. guapstarkappa)

5 1 2

NEVERLAND [ prod. dozefy ]

DOLLARS RACE

Battle cry

marathon w/ rod glo

produced by @prodmayze
mixed and mastered by me
cover art by me

SPOTIFY LINK ⬇️
https://open.spotify.com/track/5aUoNjHOufmkXB6iCZXwkL?si=977e7b3c31a24eee

[Chorus]

Pull up smell like ganja at the spot
Hoes up in my whip yeah you can tell that they do squats
If you talk on mayze then you know charlie! get you squashed
If you talkin' paper then you know I need a lot, lot, yeah, yeah

I came in with fifty
He said "wanna match" I said "I can't" cause yo weed shitty
I was smoking top shelf, you aint that's a pity!
I'm up to some crazy shit I feel like fucking Diddy
Wait I'm kidding, I'm not
Cause I aint got no fucking cameras set up at my spot
Parties I be throwing they go crazy I can't lie though
We all catch a vibe bro
Everyday might be yo fucking last that's the motto, yeah

[Bridge]

Watch, charlie! pulling up in that new whip
Got, hoes up in the back they wanna smoke, and watch me
Do some fucking donuts in this road, I know yeah
Do some fuckin', lets go!

[Verse]

She aint tryna talk about the money that she spending
Know you got some money but I know you aint gon' spend it
Had to cut her off baby what were you expecting?
I might just say "fuck it" in this beamer driving reckless
Two-hundred racks what I spent on my neckless
Two-hundred flat for the Rolce just to sell it
Everything you do is what you're told bro you're selfless
(yeah you selfless, yeah, lets go)

Five shots deep got me woozy
Brodie I could run your fade aint no Boosie
I know you aint gettin' play you look fruity
The bitches you fuck with they smell like sushi, on god
Ridin' round the city hella birds they tryna chirp at me
The way I cut up traffic you would think I can do surgery
charlie! speak the truth no he aint never doin' perjury
Screamin' when they see me so I'm knowing that they heard of me

[Chorus]

Pull up smell like ganja at the spot
Hoes up in my whip yeah you can tell that they do squats
If you talk on mayze then you know charlie! get you squashed
If you talkin' paper then you know I need a lot, lot, yeah, yeah

I came in with fifty
He said "wanna match" I said "I can't" cause yo weed shitty
I was smoking top shelf, you aint that's a pity!
I'm up to some crazy shit I feel like fucking Diddy
Wait I'm kidding, I'm not
Cause I aint got no fucking cameras set up at my spot
Parties I be throwing they go crazy I can't lie though
We all catch a vibe bro
Everyday might be yo fucking last that's the motto, yeah

FWYH (ft. Blackedy) (Prod. Skid)

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