Lyrics: Yo hoe wanna f*ck andele 
I'm finessing and trapping and sh*t imma put in that work I don't care what my momma say 
And I ain't in debt to no n*gga that word to my life ain’t no n*gga I gotta pay 
When I hop on the track Im spitting that crank cause honestly I got a lot to say 
Yuh
My brother in love with his gun I had to tell him put the Glock away 
If a nigga try it then he done no bitch I aint going no not today 
Boy you missing your shots you shoot the sky the neighbors thoguht it was a holiday 
Ion give no fucks bout feelings Im tryna  live I take what I gotta take 
Like my b*tch p*ssy bald the Obama way 
Boy you broke then a b*tch I can’t tolerate 
Bank account going up at a dollar rate 
I might step on his head the Brawhalla way
She a th*t like what would her momma say 
I got guap I stack it up all the way 
She got ego Im making her fall today 
If its beef you can slide imma call away 
Give a f*ck how you feel bout me n*gga that don't make me rich 
She used a fork and ate this d*ck
You just a dork n*gga aint on shit 
Watch me get real high when I face this spliff 
Hold up
Circle yo neighborhood im hitting donuts 
She a squirrel for my balls she go nuts
On the drugs and alcohol like ”so what”
Boujee bih keep tryna act like she know us 
No you dont b*tch come prove it 
Gotta big stick not a prop I use it 
You can hate but you b*tch like to bump my music 
Damn 
Lil bitty bih to stupid 
Tryna plot on a n*gga she clueless
I put my mind on it imma do it 
An im on time like a straight A student 
You gon fail cause you make no movement 
We nowhere near the same sector 
Let the bombs rain like im vector 
Grip her ass cause I like the texture 
She say my nut sweet like nectar  
Keep a gun in my semi bag 
Bro im liking your shoes so gimmie dat 
Mad as sh*t she just bit my tilly wack 
Kick her out that hoe was a silly nat 
I got bands I came up on fifty racks 
Yeah im up
Yo hoe wanna gimmie cat 
in the cut
Hell no ian hitting that 
What the f*ck 
Searching where the milli at?
I lied to her don't  know where Im really at
Way im humping yo b*tch I brought Philly back 
N*ggaas capping dont know where they semi at 
Oh my god 
Ya b*tch on the leash like dog 
And she like the jump like frog 
Juggling a yung n*gga balls 
Ion really want the b*tch at all
On the racks man i stand to tall
Stand to tallx4

How you feel don't make me rich (tayoloxs)

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Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Yo b*tch she call me spectacular 
I’m making plays with this spatula 
I’m looking for blood b*tch I’m the black version of Dracula 
Ian worried bout opps if they finna slide Ong my gang finna pack em up 
Tote that glocky in school like I had enough 
I’m chose from these h*es like a bachelor 
Take yo b*tch and I hurt her heart mane this sh*t like it’s cardiovascular 
Hit dat bih then I throw her away
Somebody better come get this h*e
He want a feat but his income low 
I buy it all ion pick no more 
Pizza the way that flip my dough 
You losing, you don’t got a switch lil bro
I’m finna up with the stick get close 
My pockets been overweight hippo 
Been known these niggas never on that timing 
I jump to the top he’ll no Ian climbing 
She said “I loved her” then that lil h*e lying 
Im good on that label no b*tch Ian signing 
Don’t make me call up Jasion 
Do what I say like I’m Simon 
We storming down like a Titian 
I brought stick we ain’t fighting 
Before you block me imma block you
Hurting b*tches if I got to
B*tch I’m fired up on that Nastu 
You can’t do what I do cause it cost to 
You can’t do what I do cause it cost to lil b*tch 
Yuh 
Told her pray to me like Buddha 
Off them drugs primary user 
Don’t own no glick you not a shooter 
Get back typing on computers
Bad bih can not find her ride home better download Uber 
My dick big it’s long like ruler 
Juggin since a middle schooler 
Pop out shoot at yo medulla
You can’t do what I do b*tch I make it way more cooler  
You the type to turn these b*tches gay like Bktherula 
Balenci on me you got pumas 
Mane I took the long route these n*ggas came up sooner 
Get a hold of yo b*tch her sh*t smell like tuna 
Don’t bug out when I twitch imma perc consumer 
High as f*ck I’m on the moon I just met with Luna 
I make all these bitch drool I hit my maneuver
Aye 
Yuh yuh 
I hit my maneuver 
I make all these b*tches drool I hit my maneuver 
I hit my maneuver yes b*tch I hit my maneuver 
I hit my maneuver 
I hit my maneuver 

[Chorus]
Yo b*tch she call me spectacular 
I’m making plays with this spatula 
I’m looking for blood b*tch I’m the black version of Dracula 
Ian worried bout opps if they finna slide Ong my gang finna pack em up 
Tote that glocky in school like I had enough 
I’m chose from these h*es like a bachelor 
Take yo b*tch and I hurt her heart mane this sh*t like it’s cardiovascular 
Hit dat bih then a those her away
Somebody better come get this h*e
He want a feat but his income low 
I buy it all ion pick no more 
Pizza the way that flip my dough 
You losing, you don’t got a switch lil bro
I’m finna up with the stick get close 
My pockets been overweight hippo

Spectacular

SKYTE - GON

Prod. Otismadeit 

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Drugs Talking Crazy

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Untagged

Damn I Knew It

Spectacular 2

Rubba Boots Freestyle + keemoh

Frost on the lane

Matthew Plante - SURVIVAL

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