Opps Magnet
Opp niggas always tryna eat all on my plate
Boy you boy dissin where you stay
Goofy niggas tryna beef wit me out of the state
Ain’t no talkin want the pay
Bitch niggas tellin me det dey finna come spray
Then they tell me not today
Ay my young niggas really out sprayin they kays 
They finna kill you where you lay

You got a glock? Well I got a glock too
Too many niggas det finna come pop you
Beat on det nigga like my name was ryu
Yea cry like a bitch now you look like you cailu 
I got them steppas dets finna surprise you
Too many times det I coulda done fried you
Boy you go thru the night nd you watchin behind you
You ain’t finna slide you wasting my time foo 

You said you hot but my nigga im cold
Don’t give bout yo meaning and goals
Yo nigga sleepin my nigga on go
How you gon slide when you don’t got a pole
How you gon hide when you gotta go home
You said you killa my nigga you fold
I took a body I don sold my soul
I was 15 when I don sold my pole
Got a new one wit a light like a toll 
tryna be gang boy I know det you troll
You be on internet beefin and scroll
Go clean yo room boy you do as you told
It’s been like 4 years shit gettin old
Glizzy a hoe betta stop drop and roll
Keem is a kid yea the streets you don’t know
6 is bitch how you switchup on bro

Dese nigga pussy they pop out ceiling man
Fuck do you mean det you finna come spill a man
My shawty know det she step wit a realer man
Fuck all my exes dese bitches be trippin man
Might catch a body so fuck how you feelin man
How you still moving I feel like I’m thriller man
Kill a man, mood in the air can get chiller man
Det nigga freezin he look like a pillar man

Opp Magnet

PROD. XAR

jus to go
Let me know yea
Bitch I’m down wit the code 
You don’t know yea
Life brought me down 
You get left up in the cold yea
I ain’t stayin down 
Tell my demons let me go yea

Iil nigga Ian even trippin bout all of det talking, discretion I use my aggression
I’m jus a young nigga  I use my progression be ending the beef or get put in the session

Been wit the shits I ain’t doggin but if you be needin refresher apply all the pressure
Pistols extended its all in the dresser, cash in back in the back made det nigga feel lesser
Beatin his ass make a nigga feel better
Fuckin det bitch now det bitch a bed wetter
Feel like I’m Wi-Fi but bitch I’m the tether
You want the smoke then I’m changing the weather
Hate in my eyes now I feel like I’m Trevor
Go down my path and the shit is endeavor 
Catching a opp nigga thinkin he clever
All of my niggas make money together

Stick 32 bitch you know I’ma get it on
Hunt down a nigga get shot on yo fuckin lawn
Scheme wit the bros nigga dis ain’t a ride along
Talkin yo shit make a young nigga wanna yawn
Feel like the west, we meet at the crack of dawn
Nigga you simp over bitches you is a fawn
How is you feelin I know yo lil baby gone
Bro fuck yo bitch and that bitch was another spawn
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-

Get a path for the mind or the brawn
Wishin times all my problems begone 
Get to the cash, I’m finna be drawn
Get to the bands I’m feelin complete 
You finna crash get sent to the pawn
Walk wit my gun and I keep it discrete
He showin out but det nigga my son
Would the fuck care bout a nigga who creep 
If he show up to me den he goin sleep
Got the llama mama and she packin the heat
I don’t the get drama nigga don’t wanna see 
-nigga fuck the commas see the Glockie they peep
nigga act like a fake he jus there to agree
Repentin my fate and you know I’ll free
forgiveness a issue so what do you plea
Tf you gon be, yo dumbass put on a tee

Dey nigga weird huh freaks
Meth heads on me
Knockin doors like a creep
Don’t get money den dont speak 
Kick em out I’m the king 
Blue my fitted feel like sheik
Lovin lil shawty physique 
Lookin like she from boutique
Feel like sasuke wit technique
Put em down right in the deep 
Weed exotic shit unique
You can’t fuck wit my mystique 
Bitch I’m a vet I ain’t antique
Hear me twice I doublespeak 
Watch yo homie might deceit 
Niggas broke they bag deplete

Refresher

feat. @NA$tY prod. By me
[silent]
Remember back den when I started this
ain’t no cash in my pocket be lost in it
I remember I use to play violin
Fuck det shit made a beat feel like anakin 
Hadda loot other people be pocketin
Hadda pop me a perc like a Vicodin
Bitch I did all my deeds when I lock it in
In the field you cant stand like a mannequin

Ay lil nigga don’t know I’m trouble 
Trap out the city wit pills in the whip on the double
Meet wit the gang like a huddle
Talkin det shit put you right on the dirt in the puddle
Ooda be poppin yo bubble 
Mess wit my money I’m rainin bullets turn to rubble 
Niggas don’t steal they smuggle 
Catchin det nigga he runnin out lookin subtle

Lil Buddy buddy lookin tame
YouAin’t gon be lookin no more if I shoot through yo brain
Don’t need a choppa cuz I got the cane
Yea I did what i did what you think ima say 
Mold a nigga like some dirt into clay
Owe me money den lil nigga you pay
Feel like im kevin I’m shootings my fade
7/11 I go get the play

Remember back den when I started this
ain’t no cash in my pocket be lost in it
I remember I use to play violin
Fuck det shit made a beat feel like anakin 
Hadda loot other people be pocketin
Hadda pop me a perc like a Vicodin
Bitch I did all my deeds when I lock it in
In the field you cant stand like a mannequin
[nasty]

In the field he can't stand like a crow boy he scary
Keep a J to ease us like my mama name
Mary
I just knocked out his tooth it went straight to a fairy
You a rat in the booth I just call him young jerry
I ain't laughin wit chu bruh he think he Jim
Carey
He pulled up one deep thinking I'm fighting fairly
And I stay on her mind Hoe I think bout you barely
Made the bitch get depressed cut her hair her name Shirley
I hit the spliff then I dip by the cliff where I knock yo ass off like a spartan
1 blow that gas in yo face bith I might as well farted
Fuck yo backyard bruh I shit in yo garden
Bitch I'm in hell I'm in jail whip the warden
Took all yo shit thank you I feel rewarded
I read yo mind how you think too distorted
Nigga no body taught me what remorse is

Fresh out that sea pull up deep wit piranhas
1 Beat him so hard boy his life start rewinding
Got yo lil bitch but she wetta pull up wit vendettas that boy ain't know this shit a set
up
Bro don't talk down you a clown yo name
Ronald, swear to god bitch I shoot up yo
McDonald's
bitch I go retarded I rode that lil bus
When you wit a God watch yo mouth hoe don't cuss

[silent]
Remember back den when I started this
ain’t no cash in my pocket be lost in it
I remember I use to play violin
Fuck det shit made a beat feel like anakin 
Hadda loot other people be pocketin
Hadda pop me a perc like a Vicodin
Bitch I did all my deeds when I lock it in
In the field you cant stand like a mannequin

Trouble Ft. SG NA$tY

How?!

Ganon Freestyle

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Huh hm nigga speakin on my name ion even talk
Huh hm all det fuckin pillow talkin oppa wanna box
Huh hm I ain’t fightin over bitches what the fuck the cost
How many times do I gotta say it go get the money or I get em lost

Why tf fuck you talkin on my storm troopers we the dark side nigga fuck the law
If we a take L see us outside this a ARP if you tryna cross
I could fuckin tell from the way you look you will not hustle for a little sauce 
How the fuck you simp for a known bop you attach to her like some fuckin moss 
He gon talk to feds cuz a nigga up hidin from the dentist ian gettin flossed
Yea since a youngin i been on my shit even damn school had me on lock 
If it’s bout money send my young niggas in his fuckin crib spin a nigga block 
If it bout bidness stg a nigga finna walk em   Buss a nigga top

How tf you bangin wit a white flag ima take yo shit and then I burn it all
This a double cup ima sip it up need anotha bottle full of fuckin wock 
Bad lil baby in my fuckin whip took my pants off suck a nigga cock
She gon fuck wit a young nigga don’t you fall or u gettin tossed
Yea I been earned my damn stripes ain’t no discussion nigga fuckin wit a boss
Yeen never seen no mutha fuckin band on my momma catch a pack like lacross
If I catch you snitchin on anotha brotha then i see yo death line em up in chalk
Ion trust no damn body ion start all the drama I’m watchin niggas like a hawk

The Real Me

How you gon do em like that 
how you gon do em like that 
how you gon do em like that
How you gon do em like that

Bitch I’m a runna don’t care what you talking about 
Swear to God nigga you not wit the shit and I’ve been Trappin just Tryna make money happen 
the struggle reside on my hip. Yeah I’m taking yo bitch I’ma cum on her lip 
got the TG2C and it’s got hollow tips 
if I’m taking yo fye, I’ma pull up and dip
and that nigga wan die I’m upping the grip
all my niggas be sliding we taking a trip
he gon walk with a limp just fo thinkin he crip
he gon think he’s the shit jus for thinking he “brim”
double cup of my hand and I’m taking a sip
if you fuck up the mission then bitch I’m a flip
give a fuck about a mag I’ma reload the clip
you ain’t on what I’m on you gon follow the script
give a fuck about yo life watch yo dead body drip
give a fuck about yo reason. Yo cranny gon slip
give a fuck about yo bitch I’d be sucking her nip
Yeah det hoe ain’t a BOP, I done called her a BIP!
She gon suck on my dick jus for likin my drip
I’ll be there for a play and her ass wanna strip 
if you telling them stories, then I hop out the whip
bitch I need a P90 to kill em all quick!
If I’m needing you gone, you get thrown off the ship

How you gon do em like that 
how you gon do em like that 
how you gon do em like that
How you gon do em like that

How Pt. 2

By myself and I’m holding it down 
Aint no discussion
Put det nigga straight into the ground
He thought I’m nothin
Watch my back and they want me to drown 
And leave me gushing
Niggas left me fo dead I be sparkin up a white owl russian 

don’t mean shit to me no more lil no shorty,  countin ones and zeros 
Try to get in the way of my money kill you like a hero
Yea my ex she be swearin she did no wrong
Like why you cheat ho
Give my life to a bitch I won’t do again. wit my amigos!
On my momma you try me lil nigga then it’s murder she wrote
Laugh my way to the bank if you push up then yo bitch is a widow
I be Catchin some strays you won’t run it back I shoot like d rose
You gon stay pillow talkin for pussy nigga you a weirdo
Bad Latina on my line she only wantin nails and Cheetos 
Spin yo block couple more times lil bitch
You know we got torpedoes 
Yea my white bitch impress me she showed me motion from her depot
Bitch I stay wit the clique all my niggas out here movin kilos
Bitch that Glock in my hand i feeling be like Han solo die like greedo 
Ion care where I slide? At yo house or job
Around you like mosquitoe
He gon act like he tuff but he be on nun go back to yo sweet tone
I be glad i see you struggle through this life
Im hoping that you do know
Yea you taught me to never go trust a bitch my heart stayin too cold 
Told em pull up on me we can get it stackin break his fuckin ego! 
Bitch I stay wit the gang on my momma, money is my new goal
Bitch I stay wit the gang on my momma, money is my new goal

By myself and I’m holding it down 
Aint no discussion
Put det nigga straight into the ground
He thought I’m nothin
Watch my back and they want me to drown 
And leave me gushing
Niggas left me fo dead I be sparkin up a white owl russian

Hero To Zero

M.I.A.

S&W Freestyle

lyrics soon

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Keys (Bonus Track)

Bitch I’m goin far
Yea I keep a fucking pole
You run up shot head to toe
- Strap up we run the doe 
You startin beef dets not the code
- big steppin where you go
You big G you tell the po
You caught lackin at the store
Lunars stars.
Yea it show me where to go
I hunt det oppa til he cold
I serve his brudda wit some mold
- stick him up, now he fold
Yea lil nigga take a note
Jus like 69 he fucking told
Big ah glock he hit the woah
Killin niggas will be easy wit a fucking tech
Shut up foo I be aiming neck
He tryna diss me so det nigga be next
Ain’t talkin money den I don’t want the spec
He said I’m dead but my nigga I’m here 
He talkin shit put the gun his ear
Shut up goofy I’m the nigga you fear
He catch a case and he sheddin a tear
Tnb yea dem niggas some opps
Touch em once Nd dey callin the cops
I never seen nigga runnin from mob 
I thought u blood now u g tryna rob
He screen shot and he thinkin he god
New shit on my strap like a mod 
He did the dash in his whip like a pod
He turn around and he jus wanna talk
Ooh yea 
-Yea dem niggas wanna talk
If u die it’s yo fault 
Better watch how u walk
You on the floor wit some chalk
I saw some shit y’all neva saw 
Yo whole clique no one raw
YKN shit beat em all
Xay: 
He hit the whoa
let it b known
ion fw hoes
ain’t that righ Cam aye get yo girl bro
ian neva told
neva fold
always sold 
i jus sold my soul 
i’m from the nawf 
so you know
i’m in them trenxhes
real low
slide on dey blokk we gon kill em
slide on dey blokk and drill em
slide on dey blokk and we finna go spill em
- put that glokk on em 
he finna feel it
ain’t neva wanna go tellin ya secret
you changed on me and i can feel it
pikked up the glokk and i really start drilling
bullets flying and they finna be killing
niggas dyin and they tryna go meme it
tryna go meme it
Long Live my brother TBrazy
this shii got krazy
thinkin bout him on the daily
i lost my life too these skreets 
i lost my heart to these fees
i lost my soul to the devil 
jus so i could buy ferragamo 
and giuseppe jeans

Lunar Stars Ft. YKN Trappboy

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