Produced by jankdivine 

Happy Birthday To Me

change your life

#scfirst
produced by bryalle
mixed & mastered by bryalle
@4jaae
@bryallee

Produced by Jayy

LYRICS:

Word to my dead, my opps
Not tryna get up inside the knots
I got a hoe in the cuffs like cops
I got the water on my wrist, it’s like Voss
I got a range rover ima drive that shit
Run your mans over
I got racks like a bitch, yeah
Bitch I get money, fuck the business
I don’t look at money, fuck the digits
Tryna get some sloppy minutes
Hit from the back, I’m doing damage
Wearing Dior like a christian
Bitch i’m outside like a bandit
I’m in that hoe, fuck your dad bitch
Go talk to your hoes, there’s a mad list
You can not say shit like a damn lisp
I see some fine shit, finna bag it
Push em back, push em back
Pick your bitch up like a taxi
Clean her up like a fucking napkin
And i’m smoking that za in the back end
Bye bye, touching that fye fye
I click that button you gonna go die die
I know too many hoes go and lie lie
We gonna get at it, get down to the southside
Yeah, me and jay in the back and we running it
Bitch i’m too fire, you don’t wanna diss
Bitch ima spin you like a fucking disc, oh woah woah
And I came from nothing to going to cities
I gave you 2 point punch like middy
Bitch ima rock out kinda like milly, yeah Word to my dead, my opps
Not tryna get up inside the knots
I got a hoe in the cuffs like cops
I got the water on my wrist, it’s like Voss
I got a range rover ima drive that shit
Run your mans over
I got racks like a bitch, yeah
Bitch I get money, fuck the business
I don’t look at money, fuck the digits
Tryna get some sloppy minutes
Hit from the back, I’m doing damage
Wearing Dior like a christian
Bitch i’m outside like a bandit
I’m in that hoe, fuck your dad bitch
Go talk to your hoes, there’s a mad list
You can not say shit like a damn lisp
I see some fine shit, finna bag it

Digits

Produced by Once

LYRICS:

Bad hoes to my left, to my right yeah
Smoking on that zip shawty if you couldn’t tell
I don’t care bout money, bitch I got the clientele
Dirty triss sippin’ and i’m overseas￼
I don’t care bout bitches, they just starting shit
Im the maker of this shit, why you tryna bitch?
I be smoking on your pack, kinda like a cig
And I hope you understand me for the shit I did yeah
Big boss, big truck, bad hoes, fuck em
Bitches gotta chill out or else this shit gonna rumble yeah
I am at my high, smoking gas send me to sky
I be with my mob yeah, we taking hella time
Bad bitch she a dime
She tryna fuck one time
Gotta read the signs, they jokes they just like mime 
Win this shit no tie, got bad hoe she like crime
These hoes just wanna lie, but one of them wanna ride
I know you wanna copy me
Good luck with finding me
Can’t copy me you see
Just let me be, I got you diamond rings
In the scene, I don’t care bout the digits
Bad hoes to my left, to my right yeah
Smoking on that zip shawty if you couldn’t tell
I don’t care bout money, bitch I got the clientele
Dirty triss sippin’ and i’m overseas
Bad hoes to my left, to my right yeah
Smoking on that zip shawty if you couldn’t tell
I don’t care bout money, bitch I got the clientele
Dirty triss sippin’ and i’m overseas

Left, Right

produced by rexv2
music video on mp3digital

Maajins, Rekover Jet & Nate Peso - Dumb Swag (rexv2)

noraa & velli ～ nighttime「ckaine」

velli - which one/chester (Beat Switch Flashaban Song Wars)

Lyrics- 

Yeah, yo, c'mon, slat , let’s do it
Me and Twin gon' spin your block
We put box on Glock oh yah
You and your gang got my dot

If you want some smoke, come knock
Me and Twin don’t fuck with bops
SRT gon' spin your block
Black truck 

Spinnin' fast as fuck ,boy  get your back up
Yeah, if you see the bullet flying , better back up
No I won’t bash her
Why he get no cash, boy get your racks up

It's so sad, bruh
You act up the bros in the back
I like drugs, I like money
I like hoes, love the trap 

I got bands and they come in
Rubber bands hold a stack
Not In band but  my brother
Marching band up in sax

And I get tired of these ass niggas
Makin' all that trash
I count bankroll, bankroll
Hunnids in that stash 

Shit, bitch, I'm on your ass
Hey, this bih way too bad 
Bitch, your shit slow like lag
Yeah, two bands in my bag

Yo, this hoe call me daddy
Hoe , I'm not your father
Bitch, yes, I stack up bread
Yes, I stack up gwalla 

Huh, bitch, I don't want you or your friend
I want your mama
It's not Fortnite, but I'll take your fuckin' loot just like a llama
He say, he say he get paid, but I don't see no fuckin' commas

Yuh,  if this hoe got problems, call my sister
Yo, I say, if this hoe got problems, call my sister
I don't do no drama
Call my favorite eater

She gon' swallow, she gon' fuckin' gobble
I can't fuck with cheetahs
Clutch my heater, yeah, you know that song 
We make that boy racks

Disappear, what the hell
I got ten partners up inside that cell
Pay that bail
And I do this for my mama

No, I cannot fuckin' sell
With the bros every night and day
We say, causing hell
She like, “ baby, what is c2a? “

Oh, that's just the clan
Drums, I got hella fuckin' drums like a band
If that bitch, she talk down on my gang
On God, she get the ban

Getting bread like Mr. Krabs
Yeah, that money, I demand
Slat
Leh do it

Me and Twin gon' spin your block
We put box on Glock oh yuh
You and your gang got my dot
If you want some smoke, come knock

Me and Twin don't fuck with bops
SRT gon' spin your block

Digits

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