Stars Prod. Vinny

Play It Cool

Lyrics :*

StormyWicked-Down Bad.mp3


Thought I could do better 
But I got it wrong 
I’m wearin Amiri without my gun
Fuck it I’m givin my love to the trap 
Bitches be swearin I cap in my raps
Hit that bitch in a cap no kizzy
All of my niqqas get busy 
The pills just keepin me dizzy 
so I put Em down
All I need is loud 
Fuck I look like givin a fuxck
I been fresh outta luck 
Everything sucks 
Im still chasin a bag 
still payin for telfar while holdin a band 
Still late on rent 
Think I got time I don’t 
Bitches want smoke get choked 
We up in the bricks 
Bitch come round here cuz everything goes
You should know by now what are you talkin about x2
Attitude won’t get you shit but shot 
If she even shout hit that bitch with a 42
Stop playin when you know he was with me 
These niqqas is mad they can’t keep me 
And bitches is mad they can’t be me
Fuxk havin bitxhes I need barrettas
I need a bussdown a montcler sweater 
Dior shorts I’m fuckin with the weather 
Big fat jeep I fw the leather 
Let’s hit up jet if we hittin a lick 
He might just batch the bitch up with a stick
And my niqqa cu he holdin the door 
my niqqas is wipin the store 
Get in the car get gone
Bumpin to jets new song

down bad (prod.wxck)

i only want the best for u

Cali (prod. Graduatedin88)

Beam! ft. SELIM

[ HATCHET MUZIK ] PROD @GL0RY6OY

No ion wan’’ talk (if its not bout the guap big amounts)
I grab the chop send nem shot to (gun you dow(wn-wn-wn-wn)
Hearin shit bout the opps, if (they aint dead i drown it out)
Holo’s thru his neck nigga talkin (out his mouth)

Oh yo pockets low? Well them bitches (in a drought)
Talkin down kill em all (dont leave no sound)
On yo block gon up that GAT (gon gun you down)

Been runnin from the feds,
And my inner thoughts (e-yea)
Know an opp die when that (choppa pop)

Like who the fuck is you?
(Get up off the block nigga (nah for real)
What little i got to use
(tryna make alot nigga (oh my god)

That ARP gon fuse yeah that bitch get hot
(that bitch get hot!)
Yo face (gon get hot), if i get that drop
(get the drop!)

Holo’s make you leak (leak)
That shit aint gon clot (it aint gon clot)
You aint got no mop heard you flag alot (you flag alot)

Really love my baby (and that shit is real)
I aint sippin on lean im sippin on wok (im crackin seals)
And that .556 gon chalk em (get his head peeled)
And that nigga keep on talkin im gon (up the steel)

Like nah for real (for real x2)
I just love to (kill)
How you expect me to (chill)
An opp lack?  (lack!)
Im gon pop him like a pill (pill!)
Chop gon hit yo back 
That bitch shock just like an eel (eel!)
I stay wit that pole like that bitch came wit a reel (reel!)

i only want the best for u

Justin Opont