boi ain't no way boi 😭😭 boi ain't no way boi 😭😭

whoisCLU

FALL DOWN FT. INFRALLECTUAL (PROD. INFRALLECTUAL)

FAMILY NAME (PROD. JOEY HENDRIXX)

BOTH SIDES (PROD. THE BAKER)

WOE$ FT SOLVE THE PROBLEM & WILLESTILIOS (PROD. DOOUSHI)

mixed and mastered by xanderwaskilled

lyrics:

(hook):
ransom ransom ransom
we tryna fuck it up like its at random
city been talking
we shit they cant handle

ransom ransom ransom ye
fuck up the beat
like i never something to eat
im adam she eve
uhuh

look with yo eyes
im moving disguised 
im touchin the skies
i paved the road ye

(verse):
hold em at ransom
like fuck it these niggas is plastic
i put them in caskets

running the city
i roll down my window
and tell em habachi im not bout the beef

i hope see that the boy got a vision
that need some precision 
im all in the kitchen 

but niggas like fuck it
we gotta fuck it up
i just want money to run it up

ye ye ye
they tryna beef
but im all about care
shit
fuck
yeah yeah 

let's make a movie 
i want a two seater
yeah yeah yeah

look at my watch
but i can't tell the time
look at you. running
a different mile 
yeah yeah yah yeah

(hook):
ransom ransom ransom
we tryna fuck it up like its at random
city been talking
we shit they cant handle

ransom ransom ransom ye
fuck up the beat
like i never something to eat
im adam she eve
uhuh

look with yo eyes
im moving disguised 
im touchin the skies
i paved the road ye

(hook):
ransom ransom ransom
we tryna fuck it up like its at random
city been talking
we shit they cant handle

ransom ransom ransom ye
fuck up the beat
like i never something to eat
im adam she eve
uhuh

look with yo eyes
im moving disguised 
im touchin the skies
i paved the road ye


RAN$OM [prod. txurusmadeit]

Friends I Once Had (Prod Soulkit & Karmakarmasutra)

Passion Over Logic (Prod Soulkit)

Phone Is Dead (Prod Soulkit)

Test Me (Prod Soulkit)

IDK ft. Chris Snakes (Prod Soulkit)

BAR-SET FREESTYLE W/ YungKiddReezy & Mandaé

FREE CLOUD (prod. beatsbycloud)

(PRE-HOOK)
I’m in my city getting litty, tryna fly to Philly
All my niggas on a milly
Shawty's from coast to coast know the clique close
Know some niggas that’d ride for me
Don’t hit my celly, tryna get it (ahh)
Never hit me up if you ain’t with it, uh(ahh)
You tryna run down on the boys
Sweet talkin’, makin’ noise

(HOOK)
Don’t call my phone
Talkin’ on some nonsense
I don’t process it
Twitter fingers on go
I ain't never fold
Yeah I barely talk shit
I’m tryna get on the road to riches
Plus the bitches, just to give me sloppy
'Cause I know on the way to the top there's bitches tryna fuck me, so they pop it

(VERSE I)
If you ain’t with the business drop the phone
What’s the use in talkin’ to me all along
This is cigarettes, you don’t want the smoke
You got asthma, you don’t wanna choke
I’m no comedian, there’s no jokes
I’ve got a reason to be this cold
Came back 'cause I went ghost
In a better position than before (no, no, no)

Need a Lamb’ truck not a Range Rover
Or a Porsche coupe, case close (no, no, no)
Man I need some baguettes to shine my up shawty and she gon' rock em 'cause I paid for it (paid for it)
Man I cannot bend over backwards for niggas who barely rockin’ with me, oh no (ahh)
'Cause I been done wrong before
Can’t trust no one, no (ahh)

(PRE-HOOK)
I’m in my city getting litty, tryna fly to Philly
All my niggas on a milly (ahh)
Shawty's from coast to coast know the clique close
Know some niggas that’d ride for me (ahh)
Don’t hit my celly, tryna get it (ahh)
Never hit me up if you ain’t with it, uh (ahh)
You tryna run down on the boys
Sweet talkin’, makin’ noise (ahh)

(HOOK)
Don’t call my phone
Talkin’ on some nonsense
I don’t process it
Twitter fingers on go
I ain't never fold
Yeah I barely talk shit
I’m tryna get on the road to riches
Plus the bitches, just to give me sloppy
'Cause I know on the way to the top there's bitches tryna fuck me, so they pop it

(VERSE II)
Tryna pop shit, no smoke though (smoke)
Man I fuck on these hoes on the low-low (oh no)
Tryna cuff a chick, no cop shit
Took him out the picture yeah I cropped it
And some niggas be trippin’ when I show ‘em fees, 'cause they know I can’t work on no free shit (uh)
Man I put in a 100 degrees and no wonder why I’m always dropping that heat, shit

Your boyfriend in my dm’s 'cause he really wanna feature
Act like I don’t see him
'Cause that nigga on some opp shit
Man I was down with no options
I reached out, needed lookin’ out for
He was nowhere to be seen
Now I’m on the scene

(PRE-HOOK)
I’m in my city getting litty, tryna fly to Philly
All my niggas on a milly (ahh)
Shawty's from coast to coast know the clique close
Know some niggas that’d ride for me (ahh)
Don’t hit my celly, tryna get it (ahh)
Never hit me up if you ain’t with it, uh(ahh)
You tryna run down on the boys
Sweet talkin’, makin’ noise (ahh)

(HOOK)
Don’t call my phone
Talkin’ on some nonsense
I don’t process it
Twitter fingers on go
I ain't never fold
Yeah I barely talk shit
I’m tryna get on the road to riches
Plus the bitches, just to give me sloppy
'Cause I know on the way to the top there's bitches tryna fuck me, so they pop it

WRITTEN & PERFORMED BY: @thelynxmack
PRODUCED BY: @Denilson2x & @Eziahh
MIXED & MASTERED BY: @thelynxmack

BOTH SIDES (PROD. THE BAKER)

J Clu

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