prod energy

lyrics:
Step up in the building I be walking like a king
New bitch on me but she ain't about a ring
Hella niggas on my dick but I ain't worried bout a thing
Ion swing that way so I know it's for the fame
Yo homie built like a bitch
That nigga startled by the rain
Boy you look like a glitch
Just a mess up in the game
Yo whole clique 
Be the niggas who be swiping niggas chains
But if I press you and yo homies then you turn into a lame 
Snakes onna head that bitch lookin like Medusa
Slitherin shady, doing wack ass Maneuvers
Buddy talkin big for an internet shooter
Rappin bout drive-bys but he whippin a scooter
You aint got nine lives, even tho you a pussy (lemme switch up)
Nigga talking crazy as if he not a rookie
Had to show em what it's like to be a man not a pussy
Walkin up into his residence and taking my goodies 
Like KILLA SHAWTY, "Ain't nobody fuckin scary I do what the fuck I want"
"When im Rollin with my niggas, They be smokin on yo ones"
Getting high off yo dawg, they be havin hella fun
We can run back ones if you don't like how I won
Knockout 2X now my records up 1
Bitch on my line but ion gotta cuff her
You niggas bore me, I start to get that sleepy flow
Need me a shawty, she gotta be a lil kinky tho
Stand up, I buck up, and now them niggas freaking out
Barking like a bitch I had to snuff his snout
I'm back off my bullshit
Back and im coolin
Niggas wanna fwm cuz now im on my cool shit
Walk around with confidence cuz I know imma do it
If lil brodie step up at me then I know I'm gonna bruise em
Conceling that lil heater on yo hip cuz you won't shoot it
Put away that switch up on yo body, you won't use it
Been thru all the trix nigga I ain fuckin stupid
Yo bitch is the one who might pull the fuckin trigga
Ik that shawty bad cuz she told me she latina
Bad attitude and a hella bad demeanor 
Ion really give a fuck I told that shawty imma eat it
told that shawty imma eat it
Bad attitude and a hella bad demeanor 
Ion really give a fuck I told that shawty imma eat it

Top Dawg

KILLASNITCH.COM

VICODIN (prod. dwilly & antoni) *OUT ON ALL PLATS*

STRAIGHT 2 IT (prod. ihatebigchase) *OUT ON ALL PLATS*

lyrics 

yeah wassup hoe, u see the bankroll 
i got a group of bad bitchs and they all vogue 
baby got a new waist, heels on designer 
if u broke yeah i bet it’s hard to find her 
tell me where the drugs u know im trynna reup 
i got cash, money fat like a brinks truck 
they tryna copy
good luck trynna be us 
if she look guarantee she gone speed up 


i made her look twice when i rolled thru 
blacked out pradas off white lookin like ooo
watch yo step cause i move like a tycoon 
when i pop out all my bands colored light blue 

in the trap lookin like him wit this new chain 
she got a man tryna give a nigga new brain
suckulation what i get before i make a hoe pay 
ima pretty boy turnt up smokin on js

been got the sauce before this rap ever took off 
i could make a list of every boyfriend i’ve pissed off 
y would i settle down knowing yall got ripped off 
ill rather fuck hoes, stack bread and live like me 

inna v12 cause what’s sport without luxury?
ugly
and u would never catch me wit no junkie 
dummy 
so why would i stop knowin my fam hungry 
watch how i get this paper like a mummie

yeah wassup hoe, u see the bankroll 
i got a group of bad bitchs and they all vogue 
baby got a new waist, heels on designer 
if u broke yeah i bet it’s hard to find her 
tell me where the drugs u know im trynna reup 
i got cash, money fat like a brinks truck 
they tryna copy
good luck trynna be us 
if she look guarantee she gone speed up 

I’m in a push start, then I’m ridin on the low
Get my money fast and then you know we gotta go
Man I’m ice cold, got my pendant from the snow
Seein all the lights and all the cameras from the shows

I don’t do change, bitch I do it for the bands
Talkin at that noise you busy lookin from the stands
I don’t need fame, love my people and my fans
Get my money up and then I’m gonna hit my dance like

One time for the birthday bitch
Plant my money trees like it’s earth day quick
Cookin like I’m curry when I shoot I don’t miss
Stacks like Zirk man you know this shit is thick

Pull up full army, Seven Corps, no $NOT
Riding with the gang yellin out what’s good
Imma death grip til the green get got
You could never be us that’s forever understood

yeah wassup hoe, u see the bankroll 
i got a group of bad bitchs and they all vogue 
baby got a new waist, heels on designer 
if u broke yeah i bet it’s hard to find her 
tell me where the drugs u know im trynna reup 
i got cash, money fat like a brinks truck 
they tryna copy
good luck trynna be us 
if she look guarantee she gone speed up

VOGUE

lyrics

fuck that im a god now 
quick to tell a hoe, “better calm down”
i’m up, they runnin laps wow
might take yo thot, make her scream loud 
hands up come shake it 
heard you a bop, embrace it
treat you like heem, i ain’t chasing 
this dick good, come face it

Fly first class bitch you know I ain’t basic
Fully automatic like bitch I ain’t patient
If she got a fatty, better show a presentation 
Let me show a magic trick, I can give you levitation

Got like 2 bad bitches in the back
Hunnid on the dash while I’m smoking up a pack
Got me so down bad, I be making hella racks 
Like bitch get the fuck out the way I’m on the map 

Bitch u got goals now, and you ain’t ever got it like that
You just wanna fuck around and smoke a light pack
I’m tryna live inside a mansion with a race track
Flying round the country bitch I’m finna get jet lag

Like hold up bitch I’m boutta roll up
If you wanna fuck, i can make your ass fold up
Left right up down, play you like controlla
I got bands now, all I see is money and a boda

fuck that im a god now 
quick to tell a hoe, “better calm down”
i’m up, they runnin laps wow
might take yo thot, make her scream loud 
hands up come shake it 
heard you a bop, embrace it
treat you like heem, i ain’t chasing 
this dick good, come face it 

this dick good come taste it 
my voice upped my spaces 
if i was a hand, i’m aces 
need more louie in cases 

they wanna know my income 
they wanna know where my bitch from 
ima pop tags, hoe get some
if ramz made the beat, bitch go dumb 

walk it out 
i got gigs like im dj unk 
whatchu smokin on, loud?
we dont do the bunk 
posted on the block u can hear the trunk 
trynna duck 12 cause task really trynna funk 

lil switch for the joog like it’s temu 
i take a bag, send a bop for a kilo 
cop me some pieces, now they want my stilo 
she say she love me for coppin her tito’s

fuck that im a god now 
quick to tell a hoe, “better calm down”
i’m up, they runnin laps wow
might take yo thot, make her scream loud 
hands up come shake it 
heard you a bop, embrace it
treat you like heem, i ain’t chasing 
this dick good, come face it

I like a Puerto Rican bad bitch
Got a fat ass so you know i got clap it
Shy girl, but under the sheets she a savage
If you want some money girl you know we living lavish

Like bitch what the fuck
I’m come into your city, if you’re ready let me know
I don’t wanna talk if you a motherfucking bot
Gotta lot of shit to do, bitch I’m fucking blowing up god damn

fuck that im a god now 
quick to tell a hoe, “better calm down”
i’m up, they runnin laps wow
might take yo thot, make her scream loud 
hands up come shake it 
heard you a bop, embrace it
treat you like heem, i ain’t chasing 
this dick good, come face it

FACE IT

lyrics 

i got a bitch backstage trynna get like me 
hella racks on the floor 
baby go and pick it up 
to the left to the right 
i like girls like a dyke 
she the type to buss date for a right lil price 
shake some
if you got yams then drop it 
if you got bands then toss it 
shake some
if you got yams then drop it 
if you got bands then toss it 

drop it down for me 
let me show u where im from 
im mushed 
show u how to get it from a phone 
everytime i drop dick
she gon never leave me alone 
if she meet me backstage 
she ain’t going back home 

hella bands get it out the purse 
i show u what im worth 
ohh your ex did u bad 
that’s cool i do it worse 
she just wanna fuck a player 
cause her baby daddy hurt 
i just do it for the ones who can’t 
now shawty inna hearse 

this shit crazy, scary, spooky 
i done turned many into stars 
off of blessing up guts 
wassup 
tell me where the runts 
once i get high 
she get dick for her lunch 

ohh she boutta bag 
u could tell we like that 
i got it from the streets way before i hit rap 
now i got cash, blues strips on the phone 
like that 
one good play made me a rich dad 

i got a bitch backstage trynna get like me 
hella racks on the floor 
baby go and pick it up 
to the left to the right 
i like girls like a dyke 
she the type to buss date for a right lil price 
shake some
if you got yams then drop it 
if you got bands then toss it 
shake some
if you got yams then drop it 
if you got bands then toss it 

I can never fuck around with a broke ass bitch 
imma pull up to the strip 
spend a hunnid on a fit 
black tires on the whip, black miles on a bitch 
money in the club
going crazy for a flick

imma pass out hoe 
got the 40 on my wrist ice cold 
I can never fuck with a bitch i know 
pull up to the meet with the suicide doors
black checkered flag we go 

I got a bad bitch down on her knees
she give me wet mouth 
that hoe she gon fuck around the whole town 
give me mop 
oh my god she be so foul 
but she loves what she does and she knows now 

I got thrax in the whip
we smoke a whole blunt 
I got money by my side but we don’t owe none 
omg i hit a lick 
I hit a homerun 
bang bang bang 99 like im A judge

i got a bitch backstage trynna get like me 
hella racks on the floor 
baby go and pick it up 
to the left to the right 
i like girls like a dyke 
she the type to buss date for a right lil price 
shake some
if you got yams then drop it 
if you got bands then toss it 
shake some
if you got yams then drop it 
if you got bands then toss it

GXLD

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