roll wit u (prod. Quinn Churchill)

California (prod. pvgliuzz , nxah, 4liter)

Trapaholic (prod. by mXnny)

no Russian (oracal)

@user-554438100
prod. gfelds
mix & master: skulK!d
mastering support: drew malamud

drones

1of1 prod.mija18 x knockoutyumi

Lyrics 

She wanna know much I made this month
Bitch wanna know much I made
I be lying say I kicked the cup
But I sip drank everyday
Where tf my lighter at?
I’m tryna light this jay
I swear my life so cray
Number nine jeans for the fashion
This hoe wanna give me some face
Multiple types of hoes
Multiple types of hoes in my face
I don’t know right or wrong
Bitch you get shot if you acting lame
Yuh
Acting lame

And this hoe so bad yuh
Told her come my way
This lil bitch got fangs yuh 
She tryna suck all the blood outta me 
I just went chrome heart maison my feet
I’m in a forest smoking real tree
I just went black truck recline the seats
I just want bad hoes I just want lean
I’m making hella bands in my teens
She give me smart head M.I.T
You on the sideline not on the team boy
I’m finna play this bitch just like a gameboy 
Bitch I got chains on my neck I ain’t pay for
I’m finna put my dick on her face she a real whore
Mod on the blick just like discord 
Margiela socks yea im swagging 
Getting these bands it’s a habit 

I’m gon crash this coupe
I’m gon crash the coupe like bandicoot
And I keep that tool
Bitch I keep that tool, blast at you
Put that boy in a tomb 
Stepping outside the crib I got Marni my shoes 
I’m fly then a bitch the hoes say I’m cool
I’m finna take yall to swag school

gameboy prod commas

prod by me.

lyrics
[chorus]
u're a waste of time
dont bother dont hit my line
say u wanna be mine
(say u wanna-) say u wanna be mine

im gonna risk it
i think im gonna risk it for the biscuit (turn up!)
"cash, be realistic"
now im here cuz cash never listened (listen!)

u wanna take it to the backseat
tell ur mans im finna make u happy
tell em p*ssy ahh ngas come at me
tell em p*ssy ahh ngas come at me (turn up!)

dance to the beat baby
i know u wanna come dance w/ me
i got sauce in my recipe
come bby heres a taste of me
(x2)

[verse]
racks up in Beverly
she dont wanna get away from d
made stacks up in Kankakee
took her to the o, got that von in me

fck off my dih, talkin bout "nga do this" (wtf?)
how u tellin me how im gon do shi
upped it at his head, got that nga clueless
i know they wanna see me dead, all these ngas foolish

all these ngas go insane
when they bih start screamin my name
ion rlly want the fame
(ion-) ion rlly want the fame

fck off my dih, talkin bout "nga do this" (wtf?)
how u tellin me how im gon do shi
upped it at his head, got that nga clueless
i know they wanna see me dead, all these ngas foolish

[chorus repeats]

taste of me

trap phone ft NU ZERO

me n uu

All of the pills will never satisfy
I drift through colors till I blur my mind
I hope this high will never wilt and die
I pray the crash forgets my name tonight

Tonight, Tonight, Baby let’s die tonight
Tonight, Tonight, Come on let’s die tonight
Tonight, Tonight, Come on let’s die tonight

Oh woah, Woah, This dose will leave me six below
I know that I will die alone

I’ve been losing myself lately
Give me medication and sedate me
I know that it’s meant and made to save me
I’m inside a cage that I can’t flee

Tonight, Tonight, Baby let’s die tonight
Tonight, Tonight, Come on let’s die tonight
Tonight, Tonight I don’t like you, but tonight I'm high
and I need someone that I can cry, while I will die
 
Tonight, Tonight, Baby let’s die tonight
Tonight, Tonight, Come on let’s die tonight