bae wassup (dexxtern+3kreezz+whynotk1ra)

Explicit.

7eddy - Red Flags

Prod. PetRan


Lyrics:
Yeah
Huh
Wake up just to

Yeah yeah uh
Wake up, wake up just uh huh
Wake up just to run the checks
Imma, Imma count them bands
Count em, count em for my ex
She, she don't want me back
That's okay cuz I'm up next huh
I'm really in my bag
Wake up, wake up just to
Wake up just to run it I'm countin these hunnids
Ah I already done it you don't need to run it
I'm smokin on honey, bad ho say she love me
Imma write some shit then turn it into money

They know what the fuck I'm on
Bad bitch said that I got red flags
And she still comin home
Ask that boy where is yo racks at
I'm like boy where they gone
Bad bitch send me on yo cash app
She bought some Saint Laurent 
Yeah she said Eddy you so evil you so cold
I said bih that's cuz my neck really on froze
Never trust a bitch I never trust a ho
That's why they hate me when they see me on the (road)

(Woah)
Yea in a Rari
I been doin what I can I'm not sayin sorry
(Yeah)
You can catch me at the after party
Give a fuck bout what you say
I just want your body

Yeah yeah uh
Wake up, wake up just uh huh
Wake up just to run the checks
Imma, Imma count them bands
Count em, count em for my ex
She, she don't want me back
That's okay cuz I'm up next huh
I'm really in my bag
Wake up, wake up just to
Wake up just to run it I'm countin these hunnids
Ah I already done it you don't need to run it
I'm smokin on honey, bad ho say she love me
Imma write some shit then turn it into money

Red Flags [prod. PetRan]

nightrider [zikkid]

I done ran me up a check, everybody wanna look up
Now they looking at my neck, yeah, its filling up with baguettes
They dreaming ‘bout Pateks, and all my racks on the floor
So what’s up lil bro, what’s up lil buddy
Let me show how to get like this, hunnid racks gettin’ spent on Tris
Doing lines straight off her tits, how the fuck can I not get lit
This my way to not feel like shit, only way to keep up with this lifestyle, yeah, yeah, yeah

Everyday plottin’, thinkin’ of licks, one day I woke up and shot up some shit
I was just fiening, I was a kid, in love with the codeine but it made me sick (blargh)
I’m out in LA just looking for drip, driving through Rodeo gun by my hip
Belt to ass if you running up, had to ask ‘cuz I’m pullin’ up
Oh yeah he scared, adrenaline rush
That fear in his body makin’ ‘em hush 
Yeah, shhh, yeah, shhh
Yeah, shhh, yeah, shhh
Yeah, shhh, yeah, shhh
Yeah, shhhhh—
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah—
(Yes bitch I’m a psycho, bitch treat me like an idol)
(When I speak you follow, my demons are in Gotham, running from sorrows)
(So baby just don’t let go, ‘cuz I’m tryna’ see how low I can go—)

I done ran me up a check, everybody wanna look up
Now they looking at my neck, yeah, its filling up with baguettes
They dreaming ‘bout Pateks, and all my racks on the floor
So what’s up lil bro, what’s up lil buddy
Let me show how to get like this, hunnid racks gettin’ spent on Tris
Doing lines straight off her tits, how the fuck can I not get lit
This my way to not feel like shit, only way to keep up with this lifestyle

try2remember (prod. r3versme x quazar)

On da gas(prod. highsoulja)

Calling (Prod. Tsein)

clayface [stxryu]

killed zayn

bleed sum.m4a

Prod. Krager + Juuzi + Blizzy

Lyrics:

Uhh, baby i gotta grow, i gotta go now
i was going through alot, but i found the light
Out in cali in the hills, but it still dont feel right
I Know i did you wrong but I wanna see you shine
I been fucked up bout this shit, wish I could rewind
I dont care if we dont talk, girl youre still mine
I dont care if we dont talk, girl youre still mine

When Im tired of the east, i hit the west coast
Spanish hoe want dance, we hit the tango
That boy was moving weird so we hung em over
Ive been fucked up with these drugs im always hungover,
Money Cars and Clothes , I thought i needed that
I was geeking off my mind when you called last night
You caught me with that girl, I told you it was all alright
You hate it when Im wrong and then I try to act right

Baby put it on me slowly
I've been going through it , I miss the old me
I done put you through it you miss the old me
Everytime I pop that pill I pray I dont OD

Uhh, baby i gotta grow, i gotta go now
i was going through alot, but i found the light
Out in cali in the hills, but it still dont feel right
I Know i did you wrong but I wanna see you shine
i been fucked up bout this shit, wish I could rewind
I dont care if we dont talk, girl youre still mine
I dont care if we dont talk, girl youre still mine 

On da gas(prod. highsoulja)

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