nette prod rest

its yours prod curry

Glue (1kkyoto)

weird prod ktf888 n blais mauger

B4 (me)

@upfederal ly gng

yeah she tryna play wit my balls she aint d1
playing way too much i might bring out a gun

fuck on yo bitch while she laying in the sun yuh
ion wanna talk to u if u acting fucked up
yuh if u acting fucked up
bitch in my crib and she wont stfu

bring out the sticks and the firearms
sippin so much wok yeah im starting to see stars
thought i loved that how but it turns out we aint get far
gre1f and gang look how far we are

T-Talkin crazy, leave you onna floor,
Im wit gre1f n we pourin up a 4

Talkin down on gng we kickin down ya door,
Yeah calculating bullets like a dork

What? You cant show a band r u poor?
Big body choppa gonna leave u sore

Choppa gonna send u up ur gonna soar (yeah, yeah, woah)


yeah she tryna play wit my balls she aint d1
playing way too much i might bring out a gun

fuck on yo bitch while she laying in the sun yuh
ion wanna talk to u if u acting fucked up
yuh if u acting fucked up
bitch in my crib and she wont stfu

bring out the sticks and the firearms
sippin so much wok yeah im starting to see stars
thought i loved that how but it turns out we aint get far
gre1f and gang look how far we are

T-talk on gre1f then we kickin down ya door
Big body choppa send him to the lord 

Yea yea to the lord

Yea yea to the lord

Yea yea to the lord to the lord to the lord

Firearms ft. upfed

dogshitttt w nokyokai p. northernfaction

poetry:

bitch im w my dawgs smth like a roof
yo bitch heard my song then she really poofed
in love w that guap in love w that blue
tryna be wit lock u not a recruit
spinning on his block while im clutching tools
fucking on this thot then im fucking oomf
that shit in my sock up it let it boom
i cannot reside w a bitch like you
rocking my new rocks mix that shit w true

as of recent ive been feeling hella brand new
shoot shit roll tide hell yeah alabama!
too lit carrying these racks like a camel
too sick smoking hella gas i cant handle

when i pull up always rocking issey
wallet full of 100s n them 50s
if we run up prolly take yo city
she got bunda tryna see them titties
put that gun up you aint finna hit me
innat hummer dont tryn get up w me
choppa voila like magic like houdini
knock yo bro off they tryna find who did it

on my body thats rick n evisu
yo bitch on me like why she tryn kiss tool
innat lobby im clutching my pistol
think shit funny we pullup w 6 doods
sippin wocky dont fw no tris dude
keep on talking find out what that blick do
dat bitch nasty i aint tryna hit you
ap flashy like look at my wrist foo

swerve the coupe, make it fly, you aint know nun
dropping racks on sum boof boy you so dumb
neva lack w the dudes yeah the bros huhhhh
got a mac w a strap you aint shoot nun
neva cap always facts always truth huhhhh
smoking thrax yeah that pack whats it to ya?
u so wack u not that pussy shoot sum
runnin racks w my slatt yeah we too up

we can make it happen we could do it right now
pussy wassup wit that rappin wassup wit that cappin pussy put that pipe down
i could leave yo momma saddened clutching on my gadgets i just put my sights down
i heard uncy serving hella white now
that shit crazy i saw it in the fucking prophecy
i been movin hella light pounds
smoking shit 'cuz it help when they dont talk to me
dropping bands on that bitch night gown
took her to louis now she steady toppin me

who gon be there when its lights out?
who gon be there when you down full of honesty

(bad bitch why she tryna be a victim)
(cabbage i been runnin hella chips up)
(lavish inna coupe n im kicked up)
(lockhart we the truth bitch its been us)

its been us p closedfeelings

Lyrics:
Ice cold neck with the frost in the veins
Shawty tryna fuck, I just said go-
Ice cold- ice cold neck with the frost in the veins
Shawty tryna fuck, I just said go away
Yuh, ice cold neck with the frost in the veins
Shawty tryna fuck, I just said go-
I dont wanna talk to a lame ass nigga
I just wanna work on gettin 6 figures

Evil empire, laughing all the way to the bank.
And im coolin in the back with a blunt
Shawty mad I aint facetime, nigga too stuck
In the room wit the led lights at the top
Uh shawty goin dumb, had to tell her please stop
Uh, suckin on ya thumb, you a kid you get dropped
Uh, I dont give a umm, if you gimme my props
Beam on ya dome, indian with the dot
And ya girl giving throat, she a mack, she a bop
Its kp, bitch, like, dont ware it out
And I bump wit ya bitch, got my love in her mouth
Did she come wit a dress or she came wit a blouse
Ion care bout the fit, cause a nigga too rich
Fila or the fubu, pick for the day
Heavy mack 11 aimin right at ya face
And im posted wit ya love
And she like how it taste
To be kp for a minute
All these fuck niggas hate
Thought I was dead alive I had to come to the light
In the end I never won, was a dangerous fight
Nigga yo music is buns, go ahead, take ya life
Im dubkay, baby, so u cant be my wife

U to the r to the s to the a
Who the fuck do it just like me
Like nobody, not even yo own buddy
Like fuck that nigga, he buggin, he not muddy
I said fuck the people, up the fucking reigns
I'm a make it bloody when it rain
Lost the mental, had me so insane
Fuck that bitch , im boujee and u lame

Yuh, ice cold neck with the frost in the veins
Shawty tryna fuck, I just said go away
I dont wanna talk to a lame ass nigga
I just wanna work on gettin 6 figures
Niggas on my head, man I really hate that
When twelve came around, had a knife in my back
Niggas steady chasing what I already had
Fuck that boy, made amends, so I left in the past

Firearms ft. upfed

scarce

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