burger

beat produced by @xangangbeats
featuring @santanaromani

new girl! w/babysantana (prod xangang)

Keep It True (feat. tana)

easter pink (prod.benjicold)

#gotit (prod. Maajins)

Spin (prod. Georgi)

produced by lockage
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we want the smoke
come on
this nigga think that he hard okay
come bring it on
i know that she feeling the vibe okay 
she playing my song
she like how my music be sounding
we beat on his block yeah we pounding
we smoke that lil boy and they found em
he stood up to me and i downed him
vvs on my neck yeah im drowning
my dog got locked up by the county
put money on him fucking bounty
i gotta phone but do not call it

dont call my phone do not call it
dont call my phone do not call it
dont call my phone do not call it
dont call my phone do not call it
dont call my phone do not call it
dont call my phone do not call it
dont call my phone do not call it
dont call my phone do not call it

i dont even pick up
why are you calling me back
they talking down from the bottom i cant even see where they at
im in the a with the gang they smoking luxuorious pack
went up and got me some change they thought i was doing a hack
this nigga pussy yeah he is so lame he thought i was calling him back
half of these niggas is broke they cant even show me a stack
we treat that boy like fl we pull up and get that boy cracked
we banish that lil boy to hell we sending him through all the cracks

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DNTCALLMYPHONE.jpg *Video Out Now*

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produced by ymar

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We violent
He ain't talm bout money hoe be quiet
He ain't talm bout money bitch be quiet
Pockets on big fat, yo pockets on diet
Got this big ass stick, don't think he wanna try it
Got this brand new coupe, and it got no mileage
This hoe off a xan, other hoe off molly
Hit em with that damn G2, he higher then pilots
I don't care what you do, please just keep me out it

Money keep on piling
Ball hogs we move violent
I don't fuck with valet, no one else can drive it
Yeah I'm up in LA, feel like Kobe Bryant
Feel like god damn Shaq
I won't call her back, hey
This lil hoe a gnat
Turn him to a stat, hey
My pockets wen't up up up
Yeah they got fat, hey
Might slide in the Bentley truck or get that scat, hey

I ride around in dat scat
Nigga my pockets full I can't lack
I run up a check and I get to a bag
These lil niggas salty can't get what I have
To get here man, you don't know the half
Choppa hit em like a bat
Only the real gon last
That's why I stay counting these racks
That's how I stay counting these stacks
Run up i get to them backends
Lame niggas man they not my friends
Only me and gang, yeah
Only me and gang, yeah
And I'm a go get to the bucks
Yeah I'm a go Giannis it up
I told these boy they outta luck

I told these boy they outta luck
We sending them shots better duck
I see a opp tryna rush
ARP get that boy fucked
I'm a go do what I want just because
You broke and annoying I know that shit suck
Volcano choppa that shit gon erupt
He not talking money I don't care what he does
I'm putting this shit on I don't need a stylist
Had to show these lil niggas I'm bout it, hey

He ain't talm bout money hoe be quiet
He ain't talm bout money bitch be quiet
Pockets on big fat, yo pockets on diet
Got this big ass stick, don't think he wanna try it
Got this brand new coupe, and it got no mileage
This hoe off a xan, other hoe off molly
Hit em with that damn G2, he higher then pilots
I don't care what you do, please just keep me out it

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Quiet (feat. Lockage)

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Produced by Insanto

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Produced by Insanto
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Ha, BH
I'm in the field with my plastic
My money stretch like elastic
Knife on the stick I'm a spaztic
And her ass so fat but it's plastic
Brand new coupe but I crashed that
These hoes just want me for my racks and my swag they can't have that
Don't give a fuck what you mad at
That hoe that you love I been had that
My pockets big body they fat ass
And this hoe that want me got a fat ass
But I don't want this hoe I just want the cash

Like fuck it

Double cup, I'm sipping this red
Stomp out ya buddy then roll up your deads
Don't let this internet get to yo head
If we find out you pussy we taking your bread
I feel like a bookworm I'm keeping that lead
Huh, I'm sorry I ain't hear what you said
Speak up, What did you say
Geeked up, 3.5 to the face
Bullets like hornets they stinging yo face
She broke my heart so I went to the bank
Smoking Gary Payton know that it stank
ARP big as fuck flip a whole tank

I'm in the field with my plastic
My money stretch like elastic
Knife on the stick I'm a spaztic
And her ass so fat but it's plastic
Brand new coupe but I crashed that
These hoes just want me for my racks and my swag they can't have that
Don't give a fuck what you mad at
That hoe that you love I been had that
My pockets big body they fat ass
And this hoe that want me got a fat ass
But I don't want this hoe I just want the cash

Knock that boy off the map like a smash attack
And you broke now you know what we laughing at
Rat niggas around me I ain't having that
Took that hoe through the swoop she done
I poured a 4 of the goop, I'm done
She wanna boot, molly in her gums
My twin poured a duece he ain't sipping rum
If I see a opp then its Redrum
Walk down with a glockiana and a drum
Can't cuff no thotiana I ain't dumb
DC with some wockiana now I'm slumped
My phone, please do not call it
Addicted to hooping I'm a ballaholic
We wet up his block like some fucking hydraulics
Twin sipping drank he not no alcoholic
Them trenches what you know about it 
Just smoked a 3.5 so my vision is clouded
Ain't talmat Keed brother but you know I got it
I like that Louis, I went and bought it
I like that Gucci, I went and bought it
I like the Chanel, I went and bought it
I like that Yves Saint Laurent so I bought it
Your life, I don't give a fuck about it
How that hoe feel give a fuck about it
I don't wanna talk shut the fuck up about it
I don't want that hoe she got stupid mileage
But her brain good I know she wen't to college

I'm in the field with my plastic
My money stretch like elastic
Knife on the stick I'm a spaztic
And her ass so fat but it's plastic
Brand new coupe but I crashed that
These hoes just want me for my racks and my swag they can't have that
Don't give a fuck what you mad at
That hoe that you love I been had that
My pockets big body they fat ass
And this hoe that want me got a fat ass
But I don't want this hoe I just want the cash

Racks & Swag (prod. Insanto)

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Posted with my woah
Play with the gang, put you on death row
I'm high as fuck, I'm smoking on dro
The hoe let me fuck cause she like my clothes
We lay a fuck nigga down like a road
These niggas jump gang to gang like a toad
We sending bullets through that nigga fro
Like a sextape we get him exposed
I'm rocking this bape, I feel like nigo
Feel like Lil Wayne in '06, when he made Hustler Musik
You had a chance but yo stupid ass blew it
I'm so damn high that im muhfucking clueless
And I'm stacking my racks watch that shit accrue
I'm doing these drugs I feel like I'm Rue
Coupe red like a blood it's screaming Suwoop
How many fucks do I give?
Ha! Not two, not one, zero my nigga
Sound of metal I'm aint hearing yal niggas
Leave that bitch alone stop playing hero my nigga
Choppa make him dance like Ne-yo my nigga
And I'm popping these pills like Neo my nigga
Put him in a box just like cereal my nigga
Keep me a knife like a serial killer
She fuck with me cause I'm realer
Bullets they blitzing like a fucking Steeler
This ain't overwatch you can't get no healer
I'm all on her face like some fucking concealer
Wash that boy out like the fucking cleaners
I'm balling on niggas like Frank Nitiklina
Mexican plug he a fucking beaner
Put him in a wheelchair like hey peter

Going so hard I done broke the damn meter
Just dropped a whole 4 in the 2 liter
Just hit yo lil hoe in my new beamer
I'm high with the trees like a fucking lemur
7.62 gon break yo femur
I'm pouring this drank like i got me a fever
I'm a whole dog ima fuck her and leave her
Got a sawed off if he think that he meaner
Feel like O-dawg cause I'll up my whole stick in the corner store
Wood on the draco like a damn oar
She broke my heart I don't think i can love no more
I might just get addicted to pouring 4s
That bitch fucked the whole gang yeah she a superwhore
We shot at his abs make him curl up
I was down for too long I had to get up
And when a nigga had nothing I still ran it up
Speedballing off drugs I cannot stand up
I don't wanna hug lil bitch put yo hair up
This bih was so easy like a layup
That boy wanna feature okay nigga pay up
Like I'm from Chiraq I keep me a ruger
In the arena I feel like I'm Bugha
I'm in Oklahoma I feel like a sooner
Can't fuck with that boy I heard dat boy a groomer
Glock 18 I'ts a late bloomer
I'm rocking this Undercover and this Junya
I shut the fuck up I never spread no rumors
This bitch give me head just like a brain tumor
Man I'll whoop a nigga ass like Akuma
Higher than the moon, lunar
Stomp on dat boa just like a goomba
Im in yo hoe room just like a roomba
And she stretch out on the dick like zumba
Rocking Maison margiela I'm cooler
My stick longer than a mf ruler
And I'm still tryna fuck BKtherula
These niggas my sons like Frieza and Cooler
We smoke dat boy like juul
Nigga fuck 12 fuck rules
Niggas know that Im so bool
Like I work in construction
You know i stay with a tool
April, giving her fools
I wanna do parlays but im not 21 so I went and got me a fullz
Punch a nigga bout my green like  Jordan poole
My diamonds wet like a fucking pool
Could sit on my money like a fucking stool

Spin (prod. Georgi)

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