xtsy- dirtbikes wheelies (15drtt, prodbl4cko)*all plats*

Soul [prod. sai]

P. (Sk3tch)

LYRICS 


{ Valley }

Wings on my sword 
Keep wanting more 
Clothes on my body 
You cannot afford 
Melancholic energy 
Flowing out my pores 
War against mortality
This life is not yours

{Sk3tch}

i fucking swore 
that this would be the end
you got me torn 
i’ll never love again 
my body sore 
from fighting wit my friends
i wanted more 
but you wanna pretend 
i got a sword
to cut a couple grams 
you fuckin whores 
i’m tryna make a band 
i’m smokin foreign 
ridin in the lam
liquor pouring 
while i’m eating clams

{ Valley } 

Looking at me jewel toned eyes 
Posted in the forest tonight
don’t wanna die 
Bleeding out in the trees 
Crawling to your side 
Angels next to me 
Big sword drain your life 

Cross on me 
When I’m on scene 
Aura all around me 
Everything I see is green 
Shout out to the Klique 
Ya shout to my gleem
When I look around me 
I 
Think that life’s a dream

{ Based Witch } 

Bitch u should check out my swag
Shoutout valley sketch cuz them niggas really tapped 
So many emotions that i put on my back
But i set myself to up forget all my past

10 blunts got me feeling like a jaguar 
Go to witch klique house swear we gotta trap hard
Yung solarflare lightspeed ima trackstar
Kundalini prowess got me me feeling im blackhart


Lighting incense in the middle of the forest
I used to smoke dope that shit make me boring
Pour me up some porridge wings got me soaring 
When we link again bitch we all gone be tourin
Im wit valley  sketch we riding in corollan
Crying out wthe homies now im feeeling open

Mortal Stronghold {ft Sk3tch , Based Witch}

yeah im tryna catch a plane to you bae i wanna go where you at 
still sick can i pour us some act?
FL ill catch a flight down to there, huh, catch a flight down to that
couple js, both of us gettin smacked 
bend it over tryna fuck ya from the back oh
couple js, roll em up in the back
when i aint wit u, i aint neva tryna be sober
family askin what up wit that
had to tell em i dont even know ahh
girl i tried to tell you that 
girl that i got problems baby, i wont hold ya
can you be my lady, but more importantly, its if you wanna
cause i dont want no situation, i just wanna fuck you till the sun up
girl i think i had a realization, you the only girl that i really thought of
baby i dont wanna fall out

yeah im tryna catch a plane to you bae i wanna go where you at 
still sick can i pour us some act?
FL ill catch a flight down to there, huh, catch a flight down to that
couple js, both of us gettin smacked 
bend it over tryna fuck ya from the back oh
couple js, roll em up in the back
when i aint wit u, i aint neva tryna be sober
family askin what up wit that
had to tell em i dont even know ahh
girl i tried to tell you that 
girl that i got problems baby, i wont hold ya



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spooky! - florida trip (prod.spooky!)

before the real tunes
prod bl7ckie n hitec

They Bluff [ bl7ckie & hitecccc ]

shine bright

tell me sum (1kxeno)

Lyrics- 

Yeah, yo, c'mon, slat , let’s do it
Me and Twin gon' spin your block
We put box on Glock oh yah
You and your gang got my dot

If you want some smoke, come knock
Me and Twin don’t fuck with bops
SRT gon' spin your block
Black truck 

Spinnin' fast as fuck ,boy  get your back up
Yeah, if you see the bullet flying , better back up
No I won’t bash her
Why he get no cash, boy get your racks up

It's so sad, bruh
You act up the bros in the back
I like drugs, I like money
I like hoes, love the trap 

I got bands and they come in
Rubber bands hold a stack
Not In band but  my brother
Marching band up in sax

And I get tired of these ass niggas
Makin' all that trash
I count bankroll, bankroll
Hunnids in that stash 

Shit, bitch, I'm on your ass
Hey, this bih way too bad 
Bitch, your shit slow like lag
Yeah, two bands in my bag

Yo, this hoe call me daddy
Hoe , I'm not your father
Bitch, yes, I stack up bread
Yes, I stack up gwalla 

Huh, bitch, I don't want you or your friend
I want your mama
It's not Fortnite, but I'll take your fuckin' loot just like a llama
He say, he say he get paid, but I don't see no fuckin' commas

Yuh,  if this hoe got problems, call my sister
Yo, I say, if this hoe got problems, call my sister
I don't do no drama
Call my favorite eater

She gon' swallow, she gon' fuckin' gobble
I can't fuck with cheetahs
Clutch my heater, yeah, you know that song 
We make that boy racks

Disappear, what the hell
I got ten partners up inside that cell
Pay that bail
And I do this for my mama

No, I cannot fuckin' sell
With the bros every night and day
We say, causing hell
She like, “ baby, what is c2a? “

Oh, that's just the clan
Drums, I got hella fuckin' drums like a band
If that bitch, she talk down on my gang
On God, she get the ban

Getting bread like Mr. Krabs
Yeah, that money, I demand
Slat
Leh do it

Me and Twin gon' spin your block
We put box on Glock oh yuh
You and your gang got my dot
If you want some smoke, come knock

Me and Twin don't fuck with bops
SRT gon' spin your block

spooky! - florida trip (prod.spooky!)

spooky! (@spookysgone)

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