ran down on his dumass yeah that boy a tard
@awfultop on da beat

apart prod @awfultop

insta is @dommygiovanna
lyrics
yeah i dont
care
bout a bitch
i know

pulled
up in
that bitch
go ghost
u wanna talk
all that shit
but u aint
doin the most

i aint beefin
wit no man
wit no goals
i dont care
abt no
goddamn
hoe

me and bugz
in the crib smokin
dope
i can be wit
bakkyard
cause thats
my bros
i cant 
be wit
no
hoes
wit out
my bros
we was tryna
run threes
but one hoe
went ghost
bad bitch
drivin cray
finna lose
all hope
im finna lose
my bae
chillin 
wit these hoes
i swear
i need some
drugs
inside my nose
she said 
she wanted to
fuck
last time
i know

Sunday Morning Prod Xion Orion & mingus

try me (prod. rabi)

ballhard w/ elibanss (yk n sanya)

cpap (w/ wash)

camo colored sweater but you know im never see thru
countin up my stacks help me forget bout what was me n u
i live in a bakery its bread all on the menu
all i see is numbers but i know theyll never be u
plenty people come and go wish i was choosin who would stay
im so tired close my eyes but tomorrow became today
looking forward to the future thats when i might fly away
seeing different people its the same shit they all say
world in my hands
allstate
hands on my head
all day
everybody got shit to say to me i ignore but they all wait
be the teacher like ill wait
put a hand out they all take
year to year they keep leaving me its the fake ones that will all stay
is a person still fake to me if the real ones end up all gone?
they the ones that gon stay with me under all the comments of my songs
they been sleeping on me everyday all they gotta do is yawn
watch out cuz theyll see youre up and theyll all be taggin along
take a look at my audemars
fallin off in my autumn arc these pills offer trips ill embark
civic speedin like on your mark
imma come back elastic
use a pretty hoe plastic
17 but whos askin 
ps like an asterisk
she gon take my soul no astaroth
we were friends now im left to rot
imma see them all striving
50 cents in my pocket 50 cent playin loud in my backseat
you was textin just last week
with my boys no backstreet
kickin shit like an athlete
imma run them bands up trackstar
she in love with a trapstar
i been stallin like bad cars
lighting up with my queen you know im not talkin bout no cars
broke boy he got no cards
i get paper like notecards
white hoes makin line for me you know that one might be a coke bar
and we roll up like a driveway
money stack till it fall sideways
writin checks no resume
and her last words to me resonate in my head replay it all the time
i cant keep doing this but in my heart youre still all mine
but if you cant keep doing this and you took it all whats left for me?
i cant even write a song without you being my centerpiece
shell text me like anyday and i just know that ill read it quick
see her every other day when we lock eyes it makes me sick

vivienne necklace (prod. tokyoghost777)

motion (prod. valetin)

What Is It I'm Supposed To Do

IG @ bigbane22

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motion (prod. valetin)

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