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✞ MORE HOOD CLASSICS ✞

Untitled

ALL PLATS

whats da word?(chiefsward)

Prynce Axxturel - kobra dance (Slowed down to perfection)

maple

{{lyrics}}
TELLING LIES, you cant lie,
Ima punch you in your face, begging for that grace
You a Fukin disgrace, smoking on that Vince, shit get hot, you a disgrace, fuckin on your bitch, shit get hot,
you a disgrace. never could be me, you a bitch, that is never me. Wish that Edgar could be talking, 30s on his face
Thats a lie, you get hit. On my mom we dont miss
And fucking in yo bitch, and im fucking on yo bitch

{{𝔄𝔏𝔏 𝔓𝔏𝔄𝔗𝔖}} @𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓸𝓯𝓐𝓽𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓼 ~ 𝓔𝓭𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓚 [𝓢𝓨𝓝𝓔𝓡𝓖𝓨] ##IHATEEDGARS ##2EXTREME

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PeI07lpSpjM
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IG: https://www.instagram.com/iayze

Bend (prod. Treyo Snapped) [VIDEO ON YOUTUBE]

Huh, yeah, goin' crazy in this bitch
And they think that a young nigga slow
Pour up my pour and I roll up my dope
Hit up Fairfax finna catch a right ho
Puffin' on dro got a nigga eyes low
Can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one my bro
Can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one of my folks
And the hoes and the cars and the clothes and the Benz and Rolls ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
And the two-tone AP froze on the wrist with the rose ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
Instagram hoes ain't nothin' (Nope)
Instagram posts ain't nothin'
Thinking yo' bitch on lock, lil' boy, she fuckin'
Dirty lil' whore, she love it
Think you gon' do something 'bout that bitch, you buggin'
Nigga gon' whack yo' muffin, go ahead, call my bluff
Hundred racks in the zip, I'ma fuck around, put a bag on a bitch
Goin' fast in the whip, in the passenger, got a nat, give me lip
Smokin' gas out the zip and I'm pourin' the lemonade in the mix
Got the bae doin' tricks on my dick, it's a parade in my city (Go)
Hate but they broke, I don't get it, fuck her, she probably regret it
Jayden be off the beans, oh, Chase, he be off the Venom
Hundred racks sittin' in the Phantom, bag on my head like bandana
These niggas burnt like a candle, huh, ball like I'm Julius Randle
Don't you tell me what you seen or heard a nigga doin'
I got rich, I'm tryna put on my bruddas, I ain't there yet
Kate want me to die, hah, stupid bitch, I ain't dead yet
I get them bricks from Fedex and I bag 'em up and sell 'em
And I can't even lie and say that I never needed you
When I was down I needed you, honestly, I was feelin' you
Now they come back, want some shit, Niggas so flaw, cut 'em off quick
I done went up, I'm proud of my wrist
I'm proud of my hoes, I'm proud of my bitches
Huh, yeah, goin' crazy in this bitch
And they think that a young nigga slow
Pour up my pour and I roll up my dope
Hit up Fairfax finna catch a right ho
Puffin' on dro got a nigga eyes low
Can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one my bro
Can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one of my folks
And the hoes and the cars
And the clothes and the Benz and Rolls ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
And the two-tone AP froze on the wrist
With the rose ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
Instagram hoes ain't nothin' (Nope)
Instagram posts ain't nothin'
Thinking yo' bitch on lock, lil' boy, she fuckin'
Dirty lil' whore, she love it
Think you gon' do something 'bout that bitch, you buggin'
Nigga gon' whack yo' muffin, go ahead, call my bluff

Music Video

Aint Nothing

Tell Shyanne 2 (feat. Jace!) (Prod. Cior x Lodoni x Apollo)

Plugg! X Pluggnb! Type Beat “Miss You”

Jace! (iayze)- Fish n Sharks

"i have a INTJ personality type _SOLDI* fun fact #81" - silas

lyrics:
this shit is way too fucked up
i’m thinking “why i gotta be the one bruh?”
if you trust me don’t be scared if my gun tucked
this nigga moving a like a fed
he ain’t one of us
you went to go break my heart
my fam, you tore it apart
fuck it i’m letting my fangs out
i turn the blood to art
i grip tight on this cart
they know i’m a man now
fuck it i’m going to war

no matter how much i sleep
i still ain’t rested
i step outside today
i’m disconnected
don’t get me out my mind today
i feel like dexter
you stepped inside my area
lets kick it
i’m turning it messi
you wanted the truth
you wasn’t ready
these niggas lied to me
i’m upping that fire i’m gripping it steady
i love that iron piece
i don’t want love
i want space
and i want givenchy
i ain’t no thug
but i’ll be damned if you try bang on me
my tank on E
i’m telling you niggas
as soon as i get my money i’m taking my leave
and i been trapped for so damn long 
i hide what i think
i put what i am in song
in eternity
i trust the process 
not no nigga
they always turn on me
i’m tired of running around
i’m tired of talking to niggas 
and feeling like i am the stranger now
i’m feeling like popping off
crashing out
jump off the porch
burn down the house
telling the world they ain’t give me a choice
i carry the spirit
i’m holding it down

this shit is way too fucked up
i’m thinking “why i gotta be the one bruh?”
if you trust me don’t be scared if my gun tucked
this nigga moving a like a fed
he ain’t one of us
you went to go break my heart
my fam, you tore it apart
fuck it i’m letting my fangs out
i turn the blood to art
i grip tight on this cart
they know i’m a man now

2fckdup (prod. saintlysilas) #real

i'm in the dmv f.y.i.
{saint-LEE-sigh-less}  
"save yourself before you save the world."
 @saintlysilas