I tried to collab wit these 7 boys but they ask me who da fuck you textin
So anytime they try to ask me for shit imma tell em I ain't get the message
They see me so cool in the cut with my homies but really lately I been stressin
The results have came in for the fakes on my radar I guess they ain't used to the testin
I've been a full moon since da bottom of dis you mothafuckas been a crescent
Anyone lookin to match up I got the free smoke with me smith and Wesson
If I believed in god I woulda told you my talent really was a blessing
But I wouldn't shame myself because I put in da work to be king of da 7

To be king of da 7
Had to keep me a weapon
Fake bois always frontin
I will clap you in a second
Wrist froze on me
Case closed homie
We ain't rollin up now
we got pre rolls homie

All these trash rappers out here needa do the bay a favor just early retire
727 gang shit bitch I'm throwing up signs like an umpire
You can't even dunk on 6 feet yo ass need to really just jump higher
You be thinking why the fuck im getting slept on bitch u part of da slumpire

Got yo bitch with me and I'm lookin at dat big big booty bounce
You tryna talk numbers with me but I know you just got finessed off of an ounce
All my boys be guard dogs and they been ready to pounce
I cooked this shit in 30 mins it takes yo ass a year to get this out

Shayan in dis bitch

King Of Da 7 [Cypher]

Trap It Out (Prod. 5X)

Lyrics:
I got no motivation
I'm stayin hella faded
I got a new Mercedes 
And dat shit elevated
We know you like to say shit
You get your home invaded
This is a home invasion 
I do it for recreation
We ain't bout conversation
We bout da demonstration
My brothers of blood relation
And they all underrated
And they all love to spray shit
Choppa fix complications
We plottin domination
Yo squad an abomination

My brain is moving got feet of its own
I know dis rap shit gon feed all my bros
I catch you lackin take heat to da dome
All you wack rappers be leaving da zone
(demdz: I need to be in the zone)
If you get caught out you're likely gon die in da storm
I had to fight for my own 
This is the final of forms
I am the titan of yours
People be thinkin dis new shit but I had to fight for my throne
Write it repeat it and then I just leave it I didn't know when I was looking for more
I know I'm slackin dis shit be distractin I promise that I will be ready for more
I'm at the door
Knockin to come take a tour

I got no motivation
I'm stayin hella faded
I got a new Mercedes 
And dat shit elevated
We know you like to say shit
You get your home invaded
This is a home invasion 
I do it for recreation
We ain't bout conversation
We bout da demonstration
My brothers of blood relation
And they all underrated
And they all love to spray shit
Choppa fix complications
We plottin domination
Yo squad an abomination

Home Invasion (Prod. 5X)

Lyrics:

I’m way up
I’m way up
I’m way up
In dis bitch
I’m way up
I’m way up
I’m way up
In dis bitch
I’m way up
I’m way up
I’m way up
In dis bitch
I’m way up
I’m way up
I’m way up
In dis bitch

Me and my homies Dey know, dat, we cannot ride wit no snitch
If you be plottin on us den we throw you ass in a ditch
I just be tryna get rich
If you playin wit us den yo ass will get stitched
glocks wit da 30 that stay on our hip
If you ain’t rollin wit us den you can get clips

In da party Raise the ceiling
numb ain’t got no feeling
Da Bentley coupe I’m steering
These haters I’m not fearing
These shadows keep appearing
And Dey keep on staring
I just spilled purple lean on what I was wearing
I ain’t got no one dats close
I did this shit on my own
I saw what Dorian did then I went for the throne
Now we Kings of our home
Reppin TB all we know
Till I’m washed up or dead or go broke
It ain’t safe in dis world gotta tote
I swear sometimes I feel I lose hope
And I only stay true to my folk
That’s my bloody my bousin my woes
Ay
We be makin plays just hit my phone
Ay
Got 2 hunnit da dash lambo roar
Ay
We the wave ain’t no stopping
Rollie on my wrist I bust it down and now I’m flaunting
VVS be drippin I can’t stop it
CVS I’m sippin got it straight up out da office
I’m really poppin 

I’m way up
I’m way up
I’m way up
In dis bitch
I’m way up
I’m way up
I’m way up
In dis bitch
I’m way up
I’m way up
I’m way up
In dis bitch
I’m way up
I’m way up
I’m way up
In dis bitch

Me and my homies Dey know, dat, we cannot ride wit no snitch
If you be plottin on us den we throw you ass in a ditch
I just be tryna get rich
If you playin wit us den yo ass will get stitched
glocks wit da 30 that stay on our hip
If you ain’t rollin wit us den you can get clips

I do not stop I just go (oh oooh)
Crazy bitches off da blow (off da coke)
They pay me 200 a show (dats 200)
So now I be stackin my dough (racks racks)
Im on my grind gotta work
Putting my hands in da dirt
Winning da race I’m in first
You can pay me for me a verse
They know how it go down
Choppa wit da scope out
Livin in da wild Wild West like a showdown
Bitch you can’t hit my line on da road now
You know dat my homies always ten toes down (ten toes)
Need my kush and my lean cuz das just how Shen goes
If I’m going overseas imma need like 10 hoes 
Boy talkin bout me like he ain’t get the memo
Gucci on my shoe and it got the red rose
I been goin down this road in a lane so narrow
On my way up and this ain’t a demo

I’m way up
I’m way up
I’m way up
In dis bitch
I’m way up
I’m way up
I’m way up
In dis bitch
I’m way up
I’m way up
I’m way up
In dis bitch
I’m way up
I’m way up
I’m way up
In dis bitch

Me and my homies Dey know, dat, we cannot ride wit no snitch
If you be plottin on us den we throw you ass in a ditch
I just be tryna get rich
If you playin wit us den yo ass will get stitched
glocks wit da 30 that stay on our hip
If you ain’t rollin wit us den you can get clips

Way Up (Prod. 5X)

STRIDE

Be true on da inside
Runnin to da bag I be up on my own stride
Got da big body so wide
Try to ride wave fuck around made my own tide
When I aim hit da bulls eye
Why u live a full lie
How many days gotta go by
U ain’t seeing both sides
Running from the 05
Sayin All hail to da most high

Fuck the government like anarchy
Lackin da strength it’s from muscular atrophy
It will Leave you in agony
King of da 7 address me as yo majesty
Name a rapper this natural g
A travesty
Face me it’s a tragedy
Only time dat you could beat me in yo fantasies
Dey worry bout others like dey study philanthropy
It’s blasphemy
Who you know attack da beat
I damage destroy turn it to catastrophe
Leave a bloody stained corpse like a master piece
I be reaching no limit like I’m master p
Ay
I be gathering my team dey da forces
Driving in lambo just bought a new horse bitch
I be ballin all day like I’m Jordan
Sippin on da drop feel like imma lose a organ 
Somethings drippin but I don’t know where the source is
Prolly from yo bitch leave her wet in every orphus
She be porous
How I know bitch well I explored it
Ass so fat gotta lift it with a forklift
Dey be talkin dat shit tell em cork it
Dey ain’t getting money like dey working on a short shift
Better forfeit
It gets morbid
when my team comes through take yo mission and abort it
Shen

Be true on da inside
Runnin to da bag I be up on my own stride
Got da big body so wide
Try to ride wave fuck around made my own tide
When I aim hit da bulls eye
Why u live a full lie
How many days gotta go by
U ain’t seeing both sides
Running from the 05
Sayin All hail to da most high

None of this is affecting me
It’s meant to be
Ricochet den it redirect its trajectory
Effectively
I feel like dj khaled Imma get da keys
Respectively
Shoutout to my enemies
Only bitch that I trust be da Hennessy
Ur dead to me
Make one move get aborted like a pregnancy
No empathy
What’s with all the weaponry
Make battles from the mind like Telepathy
Just mentally
Ain’t nobody next to me
I could cure a broke bitch with da remedy
Called legacy
in the street like sesame
Took the trap and we turned it to da embassy
Me and 5x working on da chemistry
Leavin bumps on your skin like leprosy
Ay
Haters used stand up now dey folding
They be actin fake why you Posin
Wrist is frozen
And it hold more water than an ocean
Honda manual as the tray when I’m rolling
I be Spittin real shit and it’s golden
Me and all my homies we Be twinning like da Olsen’s
Money Holding
I’m emboldened
Molten
Take a big band of money and watch me unfold it 

Be true on da inside
Runnin to da bag I be up on my own stride
Got da big body so wide
Try to ride wave fuck around made my own tide
When I aim hit da bulls eye
Why u live a full lie
How many days gotta go by
U ain’t seeing both sides
Running from the 05
Sayin All hail to da most high

Stride (Prod. 5X)

Produced by Verdden & 5X

Lyrics:
We at war like a spartan
I need a pardon
Bitch I’m hanging wit da martians
Smokin star dust
Wit da drum we fuckin marchin
No We don’t bargain
Sippin lean up out the carton
It kill like arson
Oooooooooooooo
Why dey flexin on my crew
If they run up dey gon shoot
Got da choppa make him zoom
Now he lookin like a fool
And we smokin on da boof
Just to keep our fuckin cool

All dis shit Dey talkin bout old news
(Shits old)
Couple bands I just tuck em in my trues
(Bands bands)
Do da race v12 we don’t lose
(Skrrt)

All of these drugs I don’t know whatta do
I just lay back steady countin my blue

Stop
Drop
I stack my bands to da top
I’m in da trap and I’m fuckin a thot
Thinkin we soft lil bitch well you thought
All of my homies Dey run from da cops
All my homies Dey whip in da pot
12 askin me I don’t know what I saw
We makin plays ain’t got time for no pause

Told dat lil bitch time to go now
Money my motive don’t slow down
Only time I keep the hoes round
Is when they be tryna go down
Down in the bay where it goes down
Look at an opp it’s a showdown
30 my clip get u blown down
I do not have any foes now 

We at war like a spartan
I need a pardon
Bitch I’m hanging wit da martians
Smokin star dust
Wit da drum we fuckin marchin
No We don’t bargain
Sippin lean up out the carton
It kill like arson
Oooooooooooooo
Why dey flexin on my crew
If they run up dey gon shoot
Got da choppa make him zoom
Now he lookin like a fool
And we smokin on da boof
Just to keep our fuckin cool 

And I know
My heart is cold
I can’t feel no more
Now I’m ascending from the earth
Smokin on purp
I’m bouta pop me a perc
Thoughts in my mind they disperse
Drugs got me turnt
Wash down with lean for dessert
This is that wave you can’t surf
This is my turf
Loyal for better or worse
Demons around me they lurk
Tellin me Life isn’t worth
I’m doin the devils work (x5)

We at war like a spartan
I need a pardon
Bitch I’m hanging wit da martians
Smokin star dust
Wit da drum we fuckin marchin
No We don’t bargain
Sippin lean up out the carton
It kill like arson
Oooooooooooooo
Why dey flexin on my crew
If they run up dey gon shoot
Got da choppa make him zoom
Now he lookin like a fool
And we smokin on da boof
Just to keep our fuckin cool

Star Dust (Prod. Verdden x 5X)

Paintin like Picasso. Produced by Nicasso Beats & C13RV0.

Picasso ft. Chi3f Matic (Prod. Nicasso x C13RV0)

40

(Ay)
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

I had to get it on my own
Why they still hatin on my soul
I’m goin way up smoking strong
I cannot think cuz I’m so gone

I hit da block wit dat 40
Yo bitch want a orgy
Remember she used to ignore me

I hit da block wit dat 40
My shooters like kobe
Dey run down on opps wit dat woadie

I just bought me a new Rollie
I’m fuckin on shawty
You haters get smoked like a stogie

I’m in da trap wit my homies
Dey shippin out OG
No lackin I ride by my lonely

You want da lean for cheap?
Well I want a Patek Philippe
You wanna beef with me?
Just know I got static on me
x2

I’m tryna rack up my digits
I’m tryna chase me some millions
In my mode I still write with a brilliance
I don’t quit gotta keep my resilience
Im unlike any average civilian
All dese rappers around me I’m killin em
By myself on an island like giligan
I’m a sinner can’t claim to be innocent

I had to get it on my own
Why they still hatin on my soul
I’m goin way up smoking strong
I cannot think cuz I’m so gone

Hoe you irrelevant
Bitch I be fly like an elephant
Goin dumbo but intelligent
I just be tryna get hella rich
All bout my money
But I got da key I ain’t sellin it
Secrets I keep I ain’t telling it
Feelin like kendrick cuz I’m in my element
Fuckin yo bitch thought u said she was celibate
I can’t smoke dope cuz I’m sellin it

I like designer I’m wearin new fashion
I’m countin deads I put benji in a casket
I got the i8 and we gonna reak havoc
I’m bumpin Gunna bouta fuck up this traffic
We go way back wit dat trap shit
I take da pack and I make it do backflips
I’m on my grind y’all be layin in hammocks
Y’all wasting my time I got money to manage

I hit da block wit dat 40
Yo bitch want a orgy
Remember she used to ignore me

I hit da block wit dat 40
My shooters like kobe
Dey run down on opps wit dat woadie

I just bought me a new Rollie
I’m fuckin on shawty
You haters get smoked like a stogie

I’m in da trap wit my homies
Dey shippin out OG
No lackin I ride by my lonely

You want da lean for cheap?
Well I want a Patek Philippe
You wanna beef with me?
Just know I got static on me
x2

I had to get it on my own
Why they still hatin on my soul
I’m goin way up smoking strong
I cannot think cuz I’m so gone

FFA

Where I’m coming from is like a free for all
Dey be quick to run off wit yo shit or let dat heater off
I want all da smoke in my lungs I don’t need exhaust
I don’t really tote with the drum I just beat the pot
Movin slow motion I’m feelin like I’m in the matrix 
Finding new places
Flow like the ocean my city is like an oasis
Shits a vacation
I got devotion Got no time for being complacent
Tryna get famous
Put it in motion I’m fly on a regular basis
See me on stages
(Yuh yuh)

My brothas coming from welfare
Cold streets no wealth there
Bleeding out no healthcare
If you get shot you get left there
All about the money if u actin funny they gon do u dirty Dey don’t play fair
Sleepin off the muddy guess you not so lucky wrap you like a mummy don’t get scared
Hit an opp with a death stare
I got lots of work yo desk clear
Couldn’t hear this coming with the best ears
I think 2012 was my best year
Cuz I met the gang den da rest clear
Taking on the game no headgear
Yung Shen the name bitch I been here
Sorry for da wait and it’s sincere
I ain’t been afraid if I die like woah
Pussy boy playin both sides like woah
Broke ass bitch hit a stain for da dope
Poppin dem xans cuz you can’t seem to cope
He won’t let up he a snitch he just wanna be friends then he gon set you up to get roped
We set him up with a bitch he just wanna get head then we run up and he gettin blown

Where I’m coming from is like a free for all
Dey be quick to run off wit yo shit or let dat heater off
I want all da smoke in my lungs I don’t need exhaust
I don’t really tote with the drum I just beat the pot
Movin slow motion I’m feelin like I’m in the matrix 
Finding new places
Flow like the ocean my city is like an oasis
Shits a vacation
I got devotion Got no time for being complacent
Tryna get famous
Put it in motion I’m fly on a regular basis
See me on stages
(Yuh yuh)

FFA (Prod. Verdden)

STOP FLEXIN FT. ISLAND

(Only my part) 

Gary Vee: “You can make 47,000 a year and have much more stuff than somebody who makes 280. It depends on how much you spend. You might not be in a position to buy every new off white on a teacher salary. But the question is do you need that? The reality is most people need it just to flex in front of somebody cause they’re insecure.”

God said be good Shen please don’t break da law
I said you cross me get sent to allah
I took a break y’all was thinking I’m flawed
Sometimes u needa refocus that’s all
I just took time just to get it together
Most of y’all birds tryna flock without feathers
Basically y’all insecure and just tethered
Da fact is da flexin dont make you look better
It’s just a way for your flaws to be measured
So fuck social media send me a letter
Most of my family they came from da desert
And they ain’t had nothing dey tougher than leather
No Gucci no Prada just government pressure
You learn the most lessons the more you have lesser
I’m callin y’all out make you under the weather
I’m so cold hearted when it’s hot I wear sweaters 

Shawty don’t trip she gon drop it like c lo
Nina my hip make his ass despacito
Call up my shoota he do it for c notes
Don’t play or dat ruger gon hit you for real
Snitches ain’t boxing dey call up yo PO
Den Dey come and get you and you throw you in PCO
I’m smokin gas while you broke bois smoke diesel
Dis just da beginning so wait for da sequel

Pull up in a maz paint red got these bitches all dead
Free my homies out da feds
(Free da gang)
She want a ménage in bed
But I only want head
Leave dat bitch on read
(Yuh)
You drowning underwater can’t tread
Hear the message I spread
You insecure and mislead
(Real shit)
You drowning underwater can’t tread
Hear the message I spread
You insecure and mislead

Stop Flexin ft. Island (Prod. rickiebanzo)

Lyrics: 
https://shrib.com/#By.WVMK.qjFZEXjnK1u5
(Too many characters for soundcloud description LOL)

Bring It Back (Prod. 5X)

SHUT IT DOWN FT. YUNG CB

I see da shade through this Burberry lens
You not a real one, don’t wanna be friends
I know these people just really pretend
Dey don’t wan see me pull in the Benz
Dey actin jealous dis money I spend
This is dat brand new Yung CB and Shen

(Ay, ay, ay)
(Yuh)

Da coupe or da limo to get to da party
I’m dressed in designer I’m pourin Bacardi
I’m part of the mob like i work for John gotti
My homie got shells he gon blow wit dat shotty
I ain’t fuckin wit da boof we only smoke loud
Smoking on da woods cuz we got it out da south 
Anywhere we go we gon always shut it down
Anywhere we go yeah you know we shut it down

Hit her from da back dat bitch face down
Talkin out his mouth put da gun to his frown
Fly to da west coast now I’m outta town
Gotta pick dis flower dat be comin out da ground 
Send it back home tell folks break it down
Give it to da people den repeat dat shit now

We got pounds pounds pounds
Now i got rounds rounds rounds
Choppa send his ass from the dock to downtown
I be skipping class think I’m bouta drop out
Gettin straight gas got call up for da pounds
I was lost in da sauce den da music what I found
No handouts bitch cuz we got it from the ground 
You don’t wanna see it goin down when I shoot a pussy bareface tryna steal my crown
I ain’t fuckin with dese lames got em lookin like dey clowns
UH

[CB - Verse]
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1xiiZoduSY1nOjpDOnP2PoLFBrNaWgW2AOyrjr7LRHo8/edit

Da coupe or da limo to get to da party
I’m dressed in designer I’m pourin Bacardi
I’m part of the mob like i work for John gotti
My homie got shells he gon blow wit dat shotty
I ain’t fuckin wit da boof we only smoke loud
Smoking on da woods cuz we got it out da south 
Anywhere we go we gon always shut it down
Anywhere we go yeah you know we shut it down 

My shawty bouta spaz wit da fuckin spaz 12
I been trappin gas slidin round fuck 12
I been sellin gas like I’m workin at a shell
Only way to do it gotta go and give em hell
Catch me in the trap straight wrappin up bails
Come and try to take it finna catch a few shells 

I’m bouta be honest wit y’all....

I just wanna push ps I do not like rap
Make a couple bands go and serve it to da fiends do it through Snapchat
All dese snitches call police lookin for cheese I need a rat trap
Dat bitch gettin on her knees suckin da d she know I like dat
Beat da pussy and it fight back
Serve a quarter das a light sack
Cut a check and get it right back
I’m into money yeah I like stacks
Ima go getter I don’t buy my food I go hunt for my dinner
Making these moves like a champ im a winner
Droppin da pack on yo block I’m a spinna
Up in da dojo call me master splinter
Arigato 

Da coupe or da limo to get to da party
I’m dressed in designer I’m pourin Bacardi
I’m part of the mob like i work for John gotti
My homie got shells he gon blow wit dat shotty
I ain’t fuckin wit da boof we only smoke loud
Smoking on da woods cuz we got it out da south 
Anywhere we go we gon always shut it down
Anywhere we go yeah you know we shut it down 

(iPhone locking sound)

You a real one CB...
It’s all love

Shut It Down ft. Yung CB (Prod. Verdden & 5X)

POPPIN OFF

Big Shen
Big Benz
Dead friends
Dead ends
Big scope
Zoom lens
No hope
No sense
x2

I’m really poppin off
Poppin off
Poppin off
(Poppin)
Gucci down to da soles
To da soles
To da soles
(Ay)
Winner ain’t take a loss
Take a loss
Take a loss
(No L’s)
I’m really poppin off
Poppin off
Poppin off
(Poppin)
(Bitch!)

Bitches they hit me talkin bout you rappin but ion even know da hoe
They say Shen why you be slackin I been writing heavy but on da low
I put a jigga inside of my lean I think imma go comatose
Bitch I got all da glow
(Bitch!)
Bitch I got all da glow
(Ice)
Just like I zero da blunt every hit you can tell I want all da smoke
Fier be workin da streets early mornin trappin pushin all da bows
I walk in Gucci dey ask what I want I just point and say all of those
Come from a broken home
(Trap)
King is back on da throne
(King)
Fuck a red light all I know is go
I’m off da lean I just poured a four
Feelin almighty I pour some more
Fuck a maybach I just bought da rolls
Copped a new wear YSL on my toes
Feel like lil baby dats just how life goes
Y’all remain stuck while I’m tryna grow
I’m tryna put my fam in a new home

I’m on my stride none of this is affecting me
Glock got a dick cut him off like vasectomy
16 years old let a play get da best of me
I want my version to just be da best of me
I got da sauce and CB got da recipe
Too many feds and there’s too many enemies
Sometimes I randomly start to sing melodies
(La la la la)

Big Shen
Big Benz
Dead friends
Dead ends
Big scope
Zoom lens
No hope
No sense
x2

I’m really poppin off
Poppin off
Poppin off
(Poppin)
Gucci down to da soles
To da soles
To da soles
(Ay)
Winner ain’t take a loss
Take a loss
Take a loss
(No L’s)
I’m really poppin off
Poppin off
Poppin off
(Poppin)
(Bitch!)

Had to go get me some rubber bands
I like fuckin dese bitches from foreign lands
But I’m using dis rubber can’t take a chance
See my choppa named J Lo she wanna dance
Swear you out of my league you ain’t part of da game
I’m wit my own team you ain’t part of da same
He said yo team big I don’t know whatta think
I told him dis only a 4th of da gang
We used to post up on the porch in da byke
Now I’m takin blue benjis to my local bank
Hate how some of these people be frank
You got somethin to say
Better come and see me face to face
Im sifting through all of this bullshit
I’m seeing my limits and dis time Im choosing to push em
Yo homeboy be soft like a cushion
We come in yo crib and we jugg shit den you come to find out we took it
I’m straight I just rook it
I don’t stop for cops I just book it
Swear shawty a vet not a rookie
I’m taking the cookie
Tell feds try to book me
I post on the block smokin all of dat tootsie
I don’t got too many days before I’m finna blow
All you other rappers ain’t relating to dat so
I’m better off reclining shit
Imma lay back let em know what time it is

I’m really poppin off
Poppin off
Poppin off
(Poppin)
Gucci down to da soles
To da soles
To da soles
(Ay)
Winner ain’t take a loss
Take a loss
Take a loss
(No L’s)
I’m really poppin off
Poppin off
Poppin off
(Poppin)
(Bitch!)

Poppin Off (Prod. Yung CB)

Blasphemy (MIXED AND MASTERED BY 5X)

Said my shooter wasn’t bout it boy dats blasphemy
I got plenty hittas I bet all of dem gon blast for me
Exactly
Louie drip I call it dressin casually
Dey mad at me
Runnin to da paper like an athalete

Said my shooter wasn’t bout it boy dats blasphemy
I got plenty hittas I bet all of dem gon blast for me
Exactly
Louie drip I call it dressin casually
Dey mad at me
Runnin to da paper like an athalete

When I land I pull off in a foreign
In da Bentley u pushin a Taurus
Comin soon to ya hood I’ll be tourin
Had a chance wit ya bitch but she borin

Ain’t no price on da zip we extortion ya bitch
Ain’t fuckin yo thot I just blow her a kiss
I jumped off da block at 15 was a jit
I got in the game started making some hits

Now I’m 20 years old and I’m making it
Lotta money was made I been raking it
Thought I left but I’m back and they facin da facts
That Im really the best yeah I’m statin it
Bitch I’m real as it gets ain’t no fakin it
Fuck a 4 lemme put a whole 8 in it
Got that lean in my cup I came up from a dub now my closet got racks there’s a safe in it
Yo man was made a bitch
Ain’t no one Savin him
Bet he gon play da snitch

If u caught in a jam and he got that heat on him don’t ever expect him to spray some shit
I can tell when dey pussy and half of ya homies r pussy and won’t ever drain a clip

This life is amazing, ain’t it
I got a mason
I pull up he brainless faded waiting hittin him up wit da stainless ay

I feel like I’m in the matrix
Diamonds dancin different races
Ballin you tryna reach
I gotta preach
Dese pussies lie through dey teeth
You gon fuck around and die in your sleep
You know shen ride wit da heat
Imma pull up leave em frozen
Wit da 4 5th
Betta watch out when u rollin
Leave u open
Now I got em sayin oh shit

Now my shooters in motion
Snipers ready to scope in because they

Said my shooter wasn’t bout it boy dats blasphemy
I got plenty hittas I bet all of dem gon blast for me
Exactly
Louie drip I call it dressin casually
Dey mad at me
Runnin to da paper like an athalete

When I land I pull off in a foreign
In da Bentley u pushin a Taurus
Comin soon to ya hood I’ll be tourin
Had a chance wit ya bitch but she borin

Ain’t no price on da zip we extortion ya bitch
Ain’t fuckin yo thot I just blow her a kiss
I jumped off da block at 15 was a jit
I got in the game started making some hits X2

Blasphemy

Mixed and Mastered by rickiebanzo.

Lyrics:
I been drinkin lotta water 
Gotta hydrate it’s hotter den a sauna 
In da middle of da summer southern Florida 
Biggest steppa gettin commas 
Gotta couple choppas spittin like some llamas 
All my Mexicans be jumpin cross da border 
Used to hang and drink corona 
Up until dat damn corona 
I was selling za on everybody mothafuckin corner 
Touchdown new pack came from Phoenix Arizona 
New chop blew back prolly put him in a coma
I ain’t  trust new cats rather keep bein a loner 
Look back who dat dats a muhfuckin solider 
Momma used to ask me what I wanna be when I get older 
Told her when I make it imma get dat green so I can spoil her 
Imma put her in a demon with a carbon fiber spoiler 
Imma go down as a saint and I ain’t talk bout da nola 
If I stay in Florida imma buy a penthouse in da noya 
When I leave dis bitch I tell my haters cya nice to know ya

My bro pop so many beans you’d think he got sponsored by goya 
Imma damn money machine I make more money than ya lawyer 
Hit dat bitch from da back like oh yuh
Think I’m hearing things but I think it’s paranoia 
Flying to LA tryna chill out in la jolla 
Had to rent da rari u be driving a sequoia

I been drinkin lotta water 
Gotta hydrate it’s hotter den a sauna 
In da middle of da summer southern Florida 
Biggest steppa gettin commas 
Gotta couple choppas spittin like some llamas 
All my Mexicans be jumpin cross da border 
Used to hang and drink corona 
Up until dat damn corona 
I was selling za on everybody mothafuckin corner 
Touchdown new pack came from Phoenix Arizona 
New chop blew back prolly put him in a coma
I ain’t  trust new cats rather keep bein a loner 
Look back who dat dats a muhfuckin solider 
Momma used to ask me what I wanna be when I get older 
Told her when I make it imma get dat green so I can spoil her 
Imma put her in a demon with a carbon fiber spoiler 
Imma go down as a saint and I ain’t talk bout da nola 
If I stay in Florida imma buy a penthouse in da noya 
When I leave dis bitch I tell my haters cya nice to know ya

Arizona Freestyle (Prod. rickiebanzo)

South FL - 727 - TB - Harbor Hustlers
IG: shen_727

Shen

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