WHAT I SAY I STILL GOT NIGGAS ON THE AVENUE

produced by natecxo, runna

lyrics:

we done came a long way remember it was fuck us
niggas laughed up in my face man that shit was fucked up
it aint nothing they can say to me,
they cant play with me cause my bucks up
all these niggas really fake thats why i dont trust nun
niggas saw me face to face niggas still aint touch us
she get straight A’s but she giving up brain like a dumb fuck
ever since i got rich niggas call me stuck up
now im throwing money in this bitch niggas got me fucked up

i got too much swag
i know im young but look at these lil niggas, bitch im they dad
yall niggas corny yall niggas jokes just sit back and laugh
look all the sons that i got need a pat on the back, damn
walk out this bitch with a ratchet, walk in the store im balling
no march madness
damn, im walkin’ in with a bad bitch
told that lil hoe if she want the world then she can have it

dvertigo -

im walking in with a bag bitch
i just put double c on her back bitch
geeked everyday its a habit
geek everyday its a habit, yea yea
water my wrist love flashin’
look at these diamonds so glassy, yea yea
i might just step out in fashion
hoe say in flashy, yea yea yea
all black whip like the c.i.a
bad lil bitch tryna fuck on sight
been on drugs you can see in my face
must be on drugs if you think you gang
bitch wan suck go ahead, give brain
take me a trip fuck a hoe out of state
too stuck up put dem racks in the safe
too fucked up i dont know what to say
too stuck up put a hoe in her place
im havin’ hunnids and fifties always
huh, big ass cig at your ribs
expensive shit never trim

slump -

we done came a long way remember it was fuck us
niggas laughed up in my face man that shit was fucked up
it aint nothing they can say to me,
they cant play with me cause my bucks up
all these niggas really fake thats why i dont trust nun
niggas saw me face to face niggas still aint touch us
she get straight A’s but she giving up brain like a dumb fuck
ever since i got rich niggas call me stuck up
now im throwing money in this bitch niggas got me fucked up

Habits (ft Dvertigo)

produced by natecxo

lyrics :

my new crib its the size of a castle
freak bitch put my thumb in her asshole
dont fuck with niggas its smoke then we ash em’
made like two milli off of my last deal, yea
not your intentions but you movin’ mad stiff
walk in the club watch her bounce it like basketball
she like me flow and she fuck with my adlibs
heard he want smoke so i told em to match it, yuh
masked up bitch im a killer
no i aint poppin’ no roxy, make sure its real yea
dont push up on me so fast ima tell em chill out
im with my buzzo we ballin’ out, drip severe yea
i did some shit that i shouldnt wish i could rewind
the type of nigga i am bitch i cant be near you
just suck me up and then after i need some me time

nigga better stand on that
wanna hop inside my lamb truck
you know what you said girl stand on that
i got way to high cant stand up
and fuck these niggas, i aint with no second chances,
cross my back once then its over
tryna reach a different planet, roll this backwood,
pour my soda

i just left the fuckin bando,
how you run off on that nigga but thats your mans tho
all these niggas sons they my children yea that shit canceled
yea i needed sauce for my chicken yeah this shit ranch tho
yea, we pulling up where he living take him for ransom
i just pulled up g36 yeah this bitch remodled
this bitch pulling up to my crib tell her take her pants off
i dont plan on killing myself my doors suicidal
i dont fuck with drinking i told my twin pass the bottle
im do this shit, with em or without em
g19 its kicking its sending holes through his body
i aint sayin’ shit, i keep this shit solid
took one to the brain that nigga dead in a coffin
i aint never change i stayed the same niggas lost it
we leave your block rearranged,
gang pull up and drac n josh em
niggas career died they stealing swag to revive it
walk down gang, we pulling up like a drive through
heard he say that i aint the goat, boy who lied to you
if i stand on my money taller than tacko fall
i just walked a runway they asking me for my sizes
hoe fuck with my feng shui just wanna see what the vibe is
gotta stay with my brother boy we united
just hopped off the plane ima say wassup to the pilot
wonder what my life would look like if i went to college
nba im shooting shit, told that boy stop the violence
keep a cutter turn couple niggas to slices
smoking big dope, it put me goodnight shit
all my gang count racks all day homie take my advice yea
couple milli talk nice yea
bitch im the big dog, these niggas some mice yea
im sipping Activision its getting my mind right
im lil 6 bitch turn it to a nine, yea
(and all my bitches be the flyest)

wanna hop inside my lamb truck
you know what you said girl stand on that
i got way to high cant stand up
and fuck these niggas, i aint with no second chances,
cross my back once then its over
tryna reach a different planet, roll this backwood,
pour my soda
￼
nigga better stand on that
wanna hop inside my lamb truck
you know what you said girl stand on that
i got way to high cant stand up
and fuck these niggas, i aint with no second chances,
cross my back once then its over
tryna reach a different planet, roll this backwood,
pour my soda

Solid

produced by natecxo

lyrics :

god damn
ain' talkin bout money
shut the fuck up
yeah yeah
chop chop bullets fuck his guts up yeah yeah
when i lost my twin that shit fucked me up
popping all these pills fucked my stomach up
watch your back hoes tryna set you up
undercover tags love my bitch she so so bad
when they knock you down who gon pick you up
im on molly ecstasy to keep me up
when i needed you the most
aint give no fuck bout me
i been trying so hard to keep my head up
i was on my last
girl you almost saw me crash out

hoe said you get racks i do
what i say i still got niggas on the avenue
fiancée she want me cuff thats sum i cannot do
Beyoncé my bitch a dancer and a singer too
its some rap niggas i made bitch i can a few
bitch wan geek up yea all day
like she got nun to do
take a flight go mia im living comfortable
just tell me the place where you tryna go
i can make it happen for ya
i can swerve through for ya
i can get the backend for ya
she give the top in store thats a brick n mortar
givenchy head to toe buy that bitch what i wanna
im 18 years old i feel like a hunnid
bitch wan take my soul slop me till i nut
gen 5 on the road knock you off for nun

undercover tags love my bitch she so so bad
when they knock you down who gon pick you up
im on molly ecstasy to keep me up
when i needed you the most
aint give no fuck bout me
i been trying so hard to keep my head up
i was on my last
girl you almost saw me crash out

Frontline

produced by hitec

lyrics:

i was the man with the plan yea
upside down cross, dead presidents
i was just thumbin' threw bands, yea
my twin was fucked up gave em' a chance
ill never switch on my mans
we was just down bad now gang boolin' in france
top dawg never needed no friends
really the one, yeah these niggas know who i am
talk down lil nigga get blammed
im on my own wave nigga, give a fuck who dont like it
top dawg dont follow no trend
im in a 4 door whipping this shit like a bike
so many racks cant count on my hands

bitch wanna fuck im like bet,
i do this drip shit yeah when i can,
this new chopstick sound like a firework,
if he talk down lil nigga its lit
this aint converse nigga, this rick
bitch do your homework nigga im him
like its jonas stay with my brothers
he act a fool get one to his lid
and this hoe hate when i ignore her,
make sure her phone work pick up this shit
LV backpack yeah like im dora,
spent a light check yeah out of bordem
taking trips yeah yeah bora bora
this bitch eat dick yeah got no decorum
diamonds wet yeah yeah like the coral
hoe tryna fuck right now on the floor
i spent like 3 bands on some goyard
tryna act big body get disarmed
i got zoes oh ya out in florida
im sipping drop no, this aint a bar
got this freak hoe bumping my shit,
but she couldnt hear me so i replayed the bar
repping rockstar shit no guitar
niggas bitch yeah be who you are
and this rap shit gotta keep my guard up
niggas tryna sneak diss yea from a far
i been peeped vibes they on that fake shit,
you on that dick lil nigga, get off
and this ape shit new operation
he tryna run with swag nigga caught
i just stayed down gotta be patient
fuckin' this thick hoe nicki minaj

(yea, ya)
...
(yuh, ya)

ya, its some shit that i gotta get off of my chest nigga
yah, yah
cant believe niggas tried to run off with my shit, nigga
yah, yah
these rap niggas fanned out i swear to god niggas be sissy, huh
yah, yah
F.N leave him fanned out that pussy ass nigga so pissy, huh
yah, yah
i do this archive shit i mix number nine with that ricky, huh
yah, yah
im finna run this shit up until my god come and get me, nigga
yah, yah
bitch im in the A so i stay with a rod like a fisher, nigga
yah, yah
im lil 600 i been had sons from the beginning, nigga
yah, yah
im pushing that hummer we dont give a fuck bout the limit, nigga
yah, yah
that nigga a runner we turn his whole block to olympic, nigga
huh
bitch i been that nigga my lil shawty call me a stunna, nigga
stone cold
my twin toting knockers we put a red dot to his head like the fuck nigga hormones
nigga walked in alive he walked out walking dead
now that nigga the face of a horror show
heard he talking on live we put racks on his head,
we gon turn this whole shit to a warzone
(yea, yeah)

Nicki

produced by natecxo

lyrics:

your racks coming in slowly
bank keep coming in its overflowing
bitch just wanna fuck me till the fuck me till the morning
freak hoe suck my dick she eat the whole thing
dnd aint see it when you called
thats the reason i dont really call you
fuck that hoe i refer to her as old news
niggas stealing swag aint finna hold you
yea, bitch i thought i told you,
if i hurt your heart you let me know
im just tryna roll my dope up
this bitch done looking for closure

issey on my body, yea
big bankroll keep thumbin'
i cant fumble on that munyun, yea
my money aint up for discussion
twin new whip is flooded, yea
my left wrist disgusting, grind like tony hawk my cup on muddy
i seen more racks than you can think of

im fucking bad model hoes you cant think of
had to bottega my boot got my bread up
twin asking me for advice, keep your head up
niggas ran off with my swag but i let em'
who the fuck really you think could do better
evisu jacket spent ten on my sweater
if i died right now my twin gon go get em
its bout them racks then bitch im a go getter
fuck from the back tell that hoe keep her head straight
bitch im on perks but i dont got no headache,
yeah i had pop out at neimans for goyard,
then i fuck hoes and act like i dont know em
momma told me im a star i went solar
know that i got that hoe mad i went global
i had to go number nine on my shirt
thats number nine but im still riding dolo
bitch suck me up or you serve me no purpose
glock got a dick for extension no homo
pussy keep talking on me get him murked
my young niggas dont do this shit for no promo
choppa bullets going through his home
i fell in love in love with money counter
i fell in love with countin all these commas
(this bitch got some problems she aint tryna solve em')

ya, bitch i thought i told you
if i hurt your heart you let me know
im just tryna roll my dope up
this bitch done looking for closure

issey on my body, yea
big bankroll keep thumbin'
i cant fumble on that munyun, yea
my money aint up for discussion
twin new whip is flooded, yea
my left wrist disgusting, grind like tony hawk my cup on muddy
i seen more racks than you can think of

Issey

produced by natecxo

(ya, yah)
aint no coming in last, nigga
check the stats, nigga
money counter shit go fast, nigga
my bitch bad, nigga
chrome heart tags , nigga
still cant lack, nigga
gen five tucked in my bag, nigga
got high almost crashed the lil scat, nigga
bitch got ass with her, broke her back, nigga
my lil nigga gon shoot like basket
heard he want smoke bet we can match it up
bitch drop down she eat up
its a perk ten yea lets geek up
im smoking on good reefah
talkin' bout guap its nice to meet you
belenci' thats my beaters
dont really fuck with features
new hoe i call her wockeisha
this chop run down get heat up
freak hoe shi wanna be my mi amóre
got cheese like little caesars, niggas so cheap like ikea
twin got drop ok lets p up, couple all black inside its neon
she wanna fuck me yea like right now,
ran outta gas im tryna re-up
hoe wanna fuck like when ima see ya
and the coupe all black like madea
whole gang on top yea whole 'nother tier
counted me out now i gotta t up
niggas be capped out here go the tea
i got a sharp shooter named mateo
he want a 16 gotta pay the fee
im shooting 16 like navy seal
i broke her heart gave her time to heal
stay with a glock on me this shit real
walk down on gang im king of the hill
im tryna change im kicking the pills
i make it rain while im in the club
im with lil swap yeah, throwing up dubs
fuck that hoe yeah, it was what it was
said im lil 6 her friend wanna fuck
send that boy 6 feet dead in the mud
roll a 3.5 kevin durant
and his life you cant get it back, niggas be capped out chill with the stunts
im in a lamb truck doing bout 200, tint its all blacked out cant even front
im in the trap now throwing them packs out,
niggas be so broke cant even front em
we got them gats out, twin finna spazz out
fuck nigga talk down turn em to lunch
all my shit add up pockets on fat oh ya,
it do pushup turned into gunna
i got so high last night almost crashed my whip oh ya, but i barley remember
i bring the smack down pussy good back down i beat her back down,
now she with him
way that i ball so hard in the store oh ya,
i was damn near breaking the rim
fucking this bad hoe think she a pornstar ya,
she keep tryna make a lil film (bee bee)

Amore

produced by natecxo

lyrics :

(hollon, yah)
big bankroll ya
big bankroll ya
big bankroll ya, ya
hollup
big bankroll ya
big bankroll ya
big bankroll ya, ya
fu- fuck your hoe
she dont know no better, huh
yah, huh
big bankroll ya
dis shit cost man
(goo)

niggas gossip so much just like bitches,
boy stop that shit
i just took the head off two door whip yea yea,
chop that bitch
money its so long ya
i fuck that bitch so so good she recite all my songs ya
i just smoke this big backwood it make all problems gone ya
do your lil bro bad then act like nothing wrong ya
goofy nigga put me in a song ya,
watch how that play out for you i will not play along ya,
.45 bullets watching out for you best watch your tone ya
bitch i get so high the altitude done know what im on ya
i just cout up guap dont talk, now this bitch tryna jawn ya
bitch so bad she tryna get me out my zone ya
i had drop that hoe she tried to go through my phone ya
(bee) i show that bitch my carti since she like magnolia
nigga want smoke no soul in em
bitch my money got older ya

(hollon, yah)
big bankroll ya
big bankroll ya
big bankroll ya, ya
hollup
big bankroll ya
big bankroll ya
big bankroll ya, ya
fu- fuck your hoe
she dont know no better, huh
yah, huh
big bankroll ya
dis shit cost man
(goo)

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