No Friends[Official Audio]

Feeling A Lil Down…[Official Audio]

Ughhhh[Official Audio]

Soho ft. Shai Guy ( prod.308 )

Lyrics :

She said that I'm sexy, like it when I flex
Benjamins my bestie
Ex bitch want to hide out when she text me
When I shop I'm dropping bags at the store
So much water on me
They just throw me rags for my clothes
Spanish hoes want me, cuz I'm 'bout my pesos
Fat tags on me like I spent my whole pay stub
Brodie hating on the net, walk out with his face closed
Zeus gon' ride out with that Tec, mute face, case closed
I know life a mystery, I can't fuck with fake ho's
In-laws got some history, man they known to spank hoes
Me and Glock like salt and pepper
You step close then we just mace those
I'm a real stepper, you ask the block
You rocking fake 4's

Brodie he got iron
He slide with draco
I can't do no friends
You got bring cash
Or I'm gon' say no
Really getting dope
But you know
I don't really play though
I was high as shit
I poured a Deuce inside the Faygo
Said you need some drop
We can make it for you
Two 'o clock, right up on the dot
Is when we take it to you
If you want some smoke
We got dope, Ima bring it with me
Making remedies with Rxmdy
I'm breaking basis with it

I got cake, bad ass bitch, give me face
Roll a J, and I bet that bitch gon' rotate
She run game, I run plays, stack shit till we buss the safe
I told god keep me safe, I keep some za, keep a drake
You diss on dead's? Send them, shots booming at your place
Rxmdy, we gon' rage, Banduplee, he the sage
Hop out car, and its fuming up your place
Smoking za, shit not laced, this that gas, straight propane

Nigga I got lean and Sprite in sippy cup
This little hoe gon' hold me down, but she tryna keep me up
Used to hope out Civics, we tryna hop out Bentley trucks
Leave them on a pendant, he ain't tryna give it up
I don't got no feelings, niggas ain't gon' give us none
Hop out with my killers, nigga where is you gon' run?
Hop out with his gang then he gon' get left in a bunch
Tryna get Rich like September, switching up the months

Fake Ho’s ft. Banduplee & YungestNCharge ( Prod.308 )

Lyrics :

Bout the team bitch I'm gon' rep
Bout the team bitch I'm gon' step
NFH, no I can't do no friends
Niggas hating they on the fence
Niggas gay man no offense

We keep straps in case niggas want to switch on us
Keep some cheese keep Swiss on us
That hoe green, that bitch on us
She a fiend, that hoe go nuts
Bout y'all dreams y'all hold your nuts
Don't watch no opps get rich on us
I watched niggas go bitch on us

I watched niggas go switch before I put switch on niggas
I'd put Glock in my dip before I'd go dip on niggas
I'd put Glock in my lap before I go snorting on crack
Bad bitch told me that she like gas, I heard that she like to get thrashed

Chocolate little hoe with a fat ol' ass
Light skin tone I'm still about my bag
Wrist two tone still cost a tab
I could be rich I'm still keeping tags
I could be broke y'all still keeping tabs on us
Mad cuz we have a bag on us
Savage we keep a mag on us

She ratchet-
She ratchet she like to-
She ratchet she like to spazz on us
She ratchet when we fuck its rough
Swear to god that she can't get enough
Feel like go go gadget
I got a go go gadget
Man I'm a D1 crash out
Aim for these bitches Ima go-go crack it
Been in too deep with this cash now
Walk in the bank Ima go-go cash it
And I bet you, you ain't gon' match it

Bout the team bitch I'm gon' rep
Bout the team bitch I'm gon' step
NFH, no I can't do no friends
Niggas hating they on the fence
Niggas gay man no offense

We keep straps in case niggas want to switch on us
Keep some cheese keep Swiss on us
That hoe green, that bitch on us
She a fiend, that hoe go nuts
Bout y'all dreams y'all hold your nuts
Don't watch no opps get rich on us
I watched niggas go bitch on us

Switch On Us ?! ( Prod.Texo )

Lyrics : 

I can't even fake no more
I been tryna go ! go !
Might just blast off
You think that they hate right now ?
Just watch when my cash blow
I'm on my savage shit right now
Don't make me take my mask off

I just spread that pape
You know that's law
Talking on the gang
I might break your glass jaw
I don't do this for the fame
I got to get my racks up
Call me samson, cuz I might just tax you

It ain't nothing to go get your racks up
Bad bitch like that rough sex
You know she come with fat stuff
Ain't Thanksgiving but I can hear that mac truck
Shake shit like its rationed, might just throw some racks up

I can't even fake no more
I been tryna go ! go !
Might just blast off
You think that they hate right now ?
Just watch when my cash blow
I'm on my savage shit right now
Don't make me take my mask off

Can't do friends no more
Cuz y'all all like pythons
Can't even put no trust in them
That's how you get your back crossed
Talking hard get wiped like wax on and wax off !
Love a toxic hoe, we fuck and all you hear is back talk

I can't even fake no more
I been tryna go ! go !
Might just blast off
You think that they hate right now ?
Just watch when my cash blow
I'm on my savage shit right now
Don't make me take my mask off

I can't even fake no more
I been tryna go ! go !
Might just blast off
You think that they hate right now ?
Just watch when my cash blow
I'm on my savage shit right now
Don't make me take my mask off

It ain't nothing to go get your racks up
Bad bitch like that rough sex
You know she come with fat stuff
Ain't Thanksgiving but I can hear that mac truck
Shake shit like its rationed, might just throw some racks up

I can't even fake no more
I been tryna go ! go !
Might just blast off
You think that they hate right now ?
Just watch when my cash blow
I'm on my savage shit right now
Don't make me take my mask off !

Blast Off ! ( Prod.ssjlamar )

Lyrics :

At night on the highway
Thinking about life
Turn up the music
Drive so fast
I might go back in time
Remember way back when
When I thought about now
I would think I would die
Huh, Walking with death on my mind
16, contemplating on suicide

Huh, had to change up the energy
My old friends done switched up
Fuck a friend, change the title to enemies
Huh, been a dog, you a runt
Two different breeds, check the pedigree
When I'm down my bae light the blunt
And then give me neck cuz y'all stressing me

Huh, temptation gon' fuck up your blessings
Some shit ain't no mistake, you chose the direction
Huh, I had to learn a few lessons
Lesson one they're gon' switch as expected
The next lesson I'm doing the testing
Off the vert bitch I'm paying attention

Huh, fuck what you heard
Man, we live and we learn
I had to go through pain
To make sure I go turn up
Hell scape, I had to go through pain
That shit done left some burns
And I don't have time to go settle down
I got to put in the work

Hop in a brand new car
Switch lanes, man I put it in swerve
Bad bitch got no waist, got a pretty face
Dive in, got a dip in the curves
Had to take a step back from the net
Swear y'all get on my nerves
Been cooking up in the stu
So you know I got to dish it and serve

Said she got that ocean
Fuck a trip, we surf
I can't fuck with hoes
That's just gon' bip the curb
Rather be alone
Stack up my chips and splurge
Bro said he got the drop
Then we commit a purge

At night on the highway
Thinking about life
Turn up the music
Drive so fast
I might go back in time
Remember way back when
When I thought about now
I would think I would die
Huh, Walking with death on my mind
16, contemplating on suicide

Thinking ‘Bout Life ( Prod.Kanbuu )

Lyrics :

This shit ain't for nothing
Y'all don't get shit for hating
So it's all for nothing
I got to get every dime from the muscle
This a product from the rubble
Shoutout to all of my niggas who get it
I ain't ever doubting your hustle
I ain't ever doubting y'all struggle

Just turned summer
Mowing the grass
Hoping the snakes not under
Huh
I been pushing weight
Moving that steel
You might hear thunder
Shout to my nigga Zeus
You don't want war with each other
Niggas getting lit, taking shots of the Deuce
Rock hardcore with my brothers

I hate to go switch on ya
But I never really had no limiter
Young bull, me and twin bumping the Skrillex
I should've known we was different from ya
Sweet tooth, I remember bread and sugar
Smoosh it, that's a light snack for ya
For us, cooking in the lab for once
Two bad kids, didn't think it'd go bad for ya

All grown up, I got to stack my chicken
Been down bad for months
When I'm up count that bag, I don't do no fronts
Niggas gon' cop out, plot for months
Niggas hating got to block out cunts
Won't show they face, got to clock out, lunch
My niggas tie they lace and grab they guns
Don't care about where you from

Said you grew up in the suburbs?
My niggas came from the slums
I been about my green, gwuap, feddi
Y'all about the crumbs
If we step, we spreading Armageddon
I bet you that we dropping bombs

This shit ain't for nothing
Y'all don't get shit for hating
So it's all for nothing
I got to get every dime from the muscle
This a product from the rubble
Shoutout to all of my niggas who get it
I ain't ever doubting your hustle
I ain't ever doubting y'all struggle

This shit ain't for nothing
Y'all don't get shit for hating
So it's all for nothing
I got to get every dime from the muscle
This a product from the rubble
Shoutout to all of my niggas who get it
I ain't ever doubting your hustle
I ain't ever doubting y'all struggle

Just turned summer
Mowing the grass
Hoping the snakes not under
Huh
I been pushing weight
Moving that steel
You might hear thunder
Shout to my nigga Zeus
You don't want war with each other
Niggas getting lit, taking shots of the Deuce
Rock hardcore with my brothers

4 Nuffin ( Prod.NAPALM )

Lyrics :

I know sometimes it get hard
To be the realest in the room
So many people
So many fake ass niggas
Ready to up the tomb
So many reasons to go up and squeeze it
Too many reasons to go up the 'nina
Might just up the heater

Huh
World Been Froze, I been cold
Too many people picking sides
So I got to do it alone
Bitch, if we like the Superbowl
We head to head, but I up the score
I know my dreams ain't far from reach
Cuz we in contact with UFOs

UPC, barcode 'em
UPS, gon' car load 'em
Osama, got bombs on me
911, drop bombs on 'em
That's a rental, a car loaner"I just smoke the za and this a hotbox", car smoker

Opps gon' talk a lot we smoke them
After the gossip then we roll them
Some of y'all out of pocket
Like some chips at poker
I may be sad but I ain't emo
Ain't rocking no chocker
Huh
If I'm sad enough, I roll up the lotus
Y'all been bugging out
We spray them down just like some locusts
Bro 'nem worried about buying cars
But I'm just worried about staying focused
I think my wallet need a modem
While my pockets loading
Told my wife we gon' make a Fortune
That ring just a token

I know I'm gon' kill it
But y'all finna kill me
If y'all really feel it nigga
Huh
And I ain't no female nigga
Y'all some bitches, some female niggas
If I say fuck the presale and this for retail
I'm still gon' sell it nigga
I should've known y'all would sell a nigga
Need some green? Need a salad nigga?

I know sometimes it get hard
To be the realest in the room
So many people
So many fake ass niggas
Ready to up the tomb
So many reasons to go up and squeeze it
Too many reasons to go up the 'nina
Might just up the heater

Huh
World Been Froze, I been cold
Too many people picking sides
So I got to do it alone
Bitch, if we like the Superbowl
We head to head, but I up the score
I know my dreams ain't far from reach
Cuz we in contact with UFOs

Blast Off ! ( Prod.ssjlamar )

Rxmdy

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