LYRICS

[𝗭𝗘𝗥𝗢]

( ay )
like niggas really talking n shit
( uh )
( ay )
yea running up these packs 
i’m just living out my day ( yea )
if he talking he a bich and ik where he stay
( frrrrahh ) 
life is great
cant complain
holon bank? ( what )
watch me snatch off his face and im riding wit my main ( yea yea )
zr gang if u talking u ain lame 
( yea on god)
i was broke ain have shi so i was tryna make a change 
(yea yea)
and that’s on god 
on my soul 
niggas wack
niggas old 
popping bodies then we going ghost ( yea )
and ian rapping for my bros 
imma get yea im gone
im just tryna to get paper
im just tryna get these racks 
ian tweaking off the percs ( yea )
but she flipping off the max ( yea )
and i been balling i can’t help it
i’m just trying to relax
trying to relax
trying to relax 





[𝗣𝗟𝗨𝗧𝗢]

( bow bow bow ) 

spent a band on this 47
make a nigga dance
imma young pimp nigga
gotta keep her second guessing
shorty friend really got to stepping
playing wit her mans
let a bich nigga try me
imma send him straight to heaven

vvs on my neck can't check me
diamonds they be gleaming
i see puprle dirty sprite
got me higher than the ceiling
might be perky talking tho
i don't know how i'll make the season

(yea)

yea, shooting thru the peephole ( peephole )
ik that's illegal but i'm tryna
keep it peaceful ( peaceful )
baby come n eat me up
i needa let it all out ( out )
zxp on the gang yk we finna blow up now

got the 911 at the door
tryna hold me down 
i got plenty more
plenty more hoes 
and them baby mamas
tried to take them up to benihanas
always dtb wit my heavy commas 
ain no beating me ian wit no drama
(yea)

( i’m just tryna relax )
( yea )
( trying to relax )
( hmmm )
( trying to relax )

ttr ft. zerothevillain

real talk ft. zerothevillain

[ prod. hinh x yevom ]



LYRICS

[Intro]

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
(​sokaiin on the track, nigga)
Niggas don't know, hah
What would you do, what would you do
What would you do, what would you—

[Pre-Chorus]

What would you do if I tag the toe?
Huh, had a low blow
.223 come at yo throat
Too legit diamonds, a nigga like me swimming out the shore
Niggas don't wanna do chit-chats, wanna get hit with extended mags (Boom)
Belittle the jigga like fucking his hoe, I got big hittas, tuck 'em in a bag

[Chorus]

What would you do? What you gon' do?
Finding you out like "Guess who?"
Niggas got pressed
Boom, boom, boom, shot out the roof
Alive in the flesh, I'm on that type of timing (Yeah)
Serve 'em like chicken, like food (Yuh)
I'm in the cut with a Culinan (What?)
Eating the gas out the hood (Huh)

[Verse 1]

All matte seats on an XT3
Got the Balmain jeans, got it all on me (On me, on me)
PCP finna make me green
All of these niggas they toting, they killing me
Most of the bitches, they wanting a little piece (Two for two)
Getting my bag on amenities
Frozen watches, couldn't tell the time
So it's out of sight, out of mind
On me, holding triggers 'til I see the light
Thought I really played with my life
Niggas said I woulda missed her
I don't give a fuck, but a nigga might
Fuck for the fucks, double my cup
Double my chances to float with the runts
Couple of bands on me, twerk for lil' sum
Come get yo' whole mans, oh, he up and he stuck

[Verse 2]

Bet it on Vetements, lawyer up
Spending it off of my settlements
Goyard my duff
Flexing, impressing them
Deadeye, they itching their head
Redeye, step with a motherfucking FN
Finna tie-dye a nigga, presume he dead
Now the feds on my head, I ain't take no cred
Evidence on this tooly got torn to shreds
Out with the hollows, I take out the lead
Tomorrow, I'm finna go shake her bed (Yeah, yeah)
Don't really know what's the issue
You can't take a joke, I was fucking with you (T'was a joke)
Fuck the joke, pay my venue
Make you choke, nigga, I'm outselling you

[Chorus]

What would you do? What you gon' do?
Finding you out like "Guess who?"
Niggas got pressed
Boom, boom, boom, shot out the roof
Alive in the flesh, I'm on that type of timing (Yeah)
Serve 'em like chicken, like food (Yuh)
I'm in the cut with a Cullinan (What?)
Eating the gas out the hood (Huh)

wwyd?

[ prod. JXYLN ]


LYRICS


huh
i want a big body
asking for time they be wrist watching
upping the pole on the jawn it got too hotty
up in the sky like i’m matt hardy
hey 
pulling up on me 
350 degrees matching the nines see light 
going back to they own lobby 

checks 
more checks 
cant rest 
i need a pretty bitch 
that can hold that shi
playing your best u can keep the rest
went out in advance 
twenties in a lamb
make that nigga a bitch then i blow his brains 
changed my whole name go by sokaiin
smoke the propane nigga

sipping on 42 
boot up n wood and im popping a perk 
my head go to work
my bih yea she treat me
im tossing n turning i yearn for that pussy
clipping wit 22s
find that bih clean i drop my long stick on they forhead
leaving scenes low the hoodie
feds on the case but they really aint looking

but that is how it should be 
looting the pound 
get to the cookie 
all of these niggas on scatty mcpack 
i’m gapping they mad 
i’m loving this shi i’m an addict 
im doing this shi automatic 
cooling the crib freeze the toe wit a thrax
niggas don’t know i have shi in the back
556 wit mag 

drac toting 
cocking the clip till it loaded
same notifs 
blocking my list i don’t know them 
act like they know me jus wait till i blow 
my pockets is grown n my diamonds is froze 
stay in the top while my opps go below
dam they dead n they cold 

huh
i want a big body
asking for time they be wrist watching
upping the pole on the jawn it got too hotty
up in the sky like i’m matt hardy
hey 
pulling up on me 
350 degrees matching the nines see light 
going back to they own lobby 

checks 
more checks 
cant rest 
i need a pretty bitch 
that can hold that shi
playing your best u can keep the rest
went out in advance 
twenties in a lamb
make that nigga a bitch then i blow his brains 
changed my whole name go by sokaiin
smoke the propane nigga

SOKAIIN

PROD. JXYLN

LYRICS

HOOK

tryna hit another level niggas on that tris 
up the wokhardt
might’ve switched up on sum activis
had to take a break from the rap shi 
let my solo peak 
got a hunned k now they asking for another hit 
trapping 566s sticks 
extra strapping like 2 dick’s 
yea she cockeyed that bitch going crazy all in for it
all imported till the point they jus can’t ignore it
redeye n a hellacat not no dogs hear the engine roaring 

HOOK 2 

from the pad the road 24 im touring 
it’s like i call my own shots 
they say i’m all knowing 
from new york 
to west coast
imma make my name known 
fuck nigga give a fuck bout what u tote 
imma make my wessen blow the same inside ur ho
pockets grown 
double fold the dough 
i bake the crescent rolls

VERSE 1

up the 505 
got scoped in 
related to white death 
need a bonnie to my clyde 
like the fox force five 
maybe ol girl with the patch on her fucking right eye 
with a side 
of this nine 
on desert i can’t decide 
or get me lucy lui i’ll dub her wit my long katana 
whip her pussy up im benni hanna 
beat the cake up betty crocker 
got that ho knocked up
im fucking choppa go call me top shotta
big papa
stunt on them boys 
they glisten all that noise
hear any other sound n they get layed out by hot toys
by they choice 
if they listen i’ll dismiss em 
but if they tripping i’ll grab the broom 
like denver i’ll go stick em



VERSE 2

huh 
what makes you think 
i won’t tag on the toe 
n go blowing my pole 
what makes you think 
i won’t stend on the mag
n put u in a bag 
blast up my shows 
pull up n i fuck on ur ho 
go rot n go blend wit the mold
wondering why u ain’t listen when told
they had my ass in lockdown 
said i was too dam potent  
no auto heading to my prime 
im transforming

HOOK 2

from the pad the road 24 im touring 
it’s like i call my own shots 
they say i’m all knowing 
from new york 
to west coast
imma make my name known 
fuck nigga give a fuck bout what u tote 
imma make my wessen blow the same inside ur ho
pockets grown 
double fold the dough 
i bake the crescent rolls

POSTGAME

LYRICS

( PROD. gelatoo )

PRE-HOOK

i’m the last alchemist 
mix up the batch 
these niggas gon treat it it like soul food
( eat, eat )
jugging the slaves 1 by 1 dance on the pole too huh 
cooling never get green but cheese do 
3.5 wit the grease too
the fuck is you talking to 
stupid bitch 
i’m the only one that u get the goods from

HOOK

ebony n ivory i bust down the wand wit jewels n gold 
( gold, gold )
445 wit a switch get blasted wit spells teeth into holes 
tell the other nigga done wit the job 
he next getting scoped cut
trinity hoeing she ranked iron 2 
stretched out pussy dead 

BRIDGE

dead it dead it leave that bitch on red
i pull up n fuck on the next ho 
big tits and she got even better head
stand on business 
i told that lil nigga 
fuck out my mentions 
ended his shi but ian meant it
m5 turbo yea a wrecked it
i juh flexed it huh

1ST VERSE

m to m to back to back 
curry kevin durant
x n the perk n ludes 
no i know i cant go back 
a mf went n done took a lil dive
nigga im higher than the sun
went thru mac to mac 100 rounds off of tics n tacs 
huh
im the type of nigga double on a bitch the fuck her friend nect day   
im the type of nigga to make bitch want me in fendi drawls  
cock that tote ar15s i know all my niggas they go bark
netspend wit a couple grand i know all these hoes 
gon brawl
light up a spliff n get jaded n then pass the dutch 
aaron hailed the bay
aint gon fight over hoes wit niggas 
who aint got motion pissing they face 
trigger itching cool the cold case 
t-t-taint dismemered  

BRIDGE
dead it dead it leave that bitch on red
i pull up n fuck on the next ho 
big tits and she got even better head
stand on business 
i told that lil nigga 
fuck out my mentions 
ended his shi but ian meant it
m5 turbo yea a wrecked it
i juh flexed it

EBONYNIVORY

LYRICS

tears in my eyes yea they too dam froze 
but i keep that heat in my pole 
let my motions blow 
rather roll my dope up smoking till the pain go it burn slow 
bladder cannot take no more from this lean i toss n turn i croak
ctsv jumping nigga took it for a spin
and the she tryna turn the clutch but she just grabbing my dick
bumping all my tunes like a vip she know my unreleased
niggas running from the fye like i cant see
but the whole time i got a hit on that shit ruger carbine ping 

u aint on shi u on pussy timing
the type of shi like tucking ur dick in between ur legs 
like the other day 
we tight those niggas fnns
temper fades by tano no scope that’s something that i can bet
and dont go try to contest
go watch the tec blow face 
its up now with the gang 88 pointers 
ceedee lamb
i say fuck these niggas hoes 
they got comfy wit these jakes 
kamakazae r34 5thszn we drift the race

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