@astrmani @eightstringss @oh.bats

lyrics:

blue in the sky and it’s blue in my pocket i know dat today gon be fye 
i hope that nigga don’t try nothin funny i’m thinkin that boy finna die 
days i was little and growing i sat onna ground id just stay there and cry 
now im jus tryna make sure i don’t gotta say that i can barely get by 

32 bullets inside of my magazine, boy we can make sumn happen 
just cus u think i’m not there, doesn’t mean shit boy u shouldn’t be lackin 
he jus say words onna beat, dat nigga suck n he not even rappin 
not inna bando but boy if i gotta i’ll stay innat bit rlly trappin

stay in dat bit rlly whippin da pot, double my cup tryna pour me some drop 
back the fuck off me or u gettin shot, i feel like dex how i drip from my walk 
twin put a perc onna top of da wock, back isn’t flat issa switch on my glock 
cards gettin blank cus im tryna get guap, boy u can’t run issa beam onna chop 

boy u can’t run dis a full metal jack, tryn get like jeff, double 1 for the hat 
speakin on me but he know dat he cap, somebody tell em he needa get back 
phresh boy, but im not fuckin wit mack, 10 milly stick niggas think issa mac
i’m wit my twin n he flippin a pack, 20s and hunnids im makin em stack 


get by (prod. 8strings & ohbats)

@astrmani @eightstringss @zigimo_

lyrics:

aye, you rlly bout it then u better die onnat hill
i’m really tryna get rich, next year im tryn get a mill
days gettin way too short, can’t even sit down and chill 
tell em dat we tryna bump, im tryna catch me a kill 

i don’t know if im alright, or if dis shit ain’t even real 
ain’t gettin sleep every night, can’t even get me a meal
walk outside clutchin my pipe, nun on me u can steal
ion give a fuck bout yo life, ion give a fuck how u feel

ion give a fuck who you wit, ion give a fuck bout yo crew or collective 
i cannot fuck wit dat shit, i hope you see dat shit from my perspective 
dat boy as fed as it get, workin wit cops like a fuckin detective 
niggas be droppin dat crit, yeah he can diss but dat shit ain’t affective 

stupid ass nigga, he special 
im tryna shoot i dont wrestle 
g23 my essential 
white on my wrist presidental
poppin dat perc got me mental
das not yo whip das a rental
bad lil bih told me be gentle 
shot at em it’s accidental 

die on that hill (prod. zigimo & 8strings)

@astrmani @eightstringss

lyrics: 

goin up soon, i’ll be making millions 
he goin out sad nigga, robin williams
him and his whole gang some civilians 
762s ripping thru they buildings 
don’t fw hoes, bitch fuck yo feelings 
broke niggas, got holes in they ceilings 

boy my worst song better than yo best shit 
he tryna talk hard, ion stress shit
nigga a hoe sayin not to test shit
boy i got real niggas who’ll stretch shit 
boy dis a binary, not a switch nigga
u better bag-back, u a bitch nigga
don’t drop songs nigga, cus u crit nigga
ready to body u and who u wit nigga 

u tryna buck nigga? den wassup hoe
fuck dat vest, tell dat nigga “duck!” hoe
niggas got egos but they still ain’t up tho
twin got a arp in dat truck tho 

twin got a kriss vec holding 40 nigga
he don’t confront, he running to his story nigga
he in my lane, thinking dat he tory nigga
i bet i stab em if he coming for me nigga

he innat room he turn into informant nigga
beg for the spotlight cus he not important nigga
don’t wanna buy the gun, ima torrent nigga
chop make em stutter crazy like a foreign nigga

i turned yo music off cus it was boring nigga
bih love to call my phone, im ignoring nigga
creep inna night time til the morning nigga
i’m on his block i bet i start exploring nigga

why these niggas so pussy? ion get it, ion know
these niggas flexing wit dat chop-stick, they won’t let it blow
and if a nigga wanted smoke, just know it ain’t bout a hoe
glock got red light, green light, bitch u know i go

williams (prod. 8strings & mani)

@astrmani @eightstringss @zigimo_

lyrics:

yah, huh, 556 on my hip gimme mojo
bitch im wit 8 kickin shit in dat dojo 
im wit da saints u can see in da logo 
im tryn go up, give a fuk bout yo promo 

rip thru his body im tryna see rojo 
she tryna fw da gang she a no go
dat nigga dickride, dat nigga homo 
i make dat fuck nigga run jus like jono 

i make dat fuck nigga run like a relay 
bitch brought her friend cus she tryna have a three way
fake ass stick nigga got it off ebay 
see em in traffic, get left onna free way 

we make dat boy disappear like ceeday
i’m in dat room ion speak to the da 
run dat lil boy for his bread like ea 
i got a mexican plug named felipe 

bitch ima strike a nigga like masami 
im tryna slide ion need a molly 
i keep a fully auto right beside me
i hope dat pussy nigga really try me 

throw out dat glock cus it got a body 
bitch i got a chop but ion do karate 
nigga dis a track dis not a maserati 
nigga he a clone, he a carbon copy

relay (prod. zigimo & 8strings)

#bbyslime2 @astrmani @eightstringss @xandror2 @fibrr1

lyrics: 

tell dat nigga get back 

how you ain’t get back for yo fam
put a switch onna glock den im goin ham 
nigga thinkin he him, i don’t give a damn
if a catch me a opp, put dat shit on cam 

pussy boy he a cat boy, who is sam
23 holdin hollowtips, let it blam 
niggas only got sticks if it’s for da gram
hit dat boy wit a chop, i ain’t eatin lamb 

he got hit wit a glock round, issa man down 
shoot from da whip, or he gettin ran down 
boy if it’s smoke, den u gettin fanned down 
i got a drum, it can put a band down 
 
p80 glock, yea dat shit stand out
nigga u broke, can u pull a grand out
nigga u gay, why dat nigga fanned out
im on my own, ion want a hand out

i don’t want shit from u, nigga i’m on my own shit 
why u want want beef, nigga u ain’t on shit 
weird ass niggas no i dont condone shit 
youn got racks nigga you jus loan shit 

twin got a drac nigga n he blow shit 
speaking on me nigga youn know shit 
he tryna backtrack on some hoe shit 
i got my own dope yea i grow shit

getback (prod. xandro fibrr 8strings)

@astrmani @eightstringss @oh.bats @zejjjp_

lyrics:

boy i tote 3 times 3
nigga not fuckin wit me
556 on me 
lil fuck nigga say he dropped diss, shit weak 

lil nigga try n hide, lil nigga get seeked
yeen talkin bout shit, lil nigga don’t speak
got guns, hella chops in here, don’t peek
outside tryna lurk, lil nigga don’t sleep 

like nightmare, nightmare, nigga i’m right there
post onnat block, n i’ll bet he’ll die there
bad bitch send a opp lo, she spyware 
new baby glock, yea it sit in a high chair 

fuck opps, tryna diss gang, then i might care
twin jumpin in wit a glock, ion fight fair 
how you miss shots nigga i was standing right here 
claiming dat block, he don’t even drive by there 

lame ass nigga, youn bang, buddy capped out 
saw em outside, we ain’t clutch, nigga tapped out 
told buddy it was time to slide, n he backed out 
know his whole black, got da whole hood mapped out 

niggas got served n the whole hood blacked out 
ion even talk, nigga i jus pull straps out 
whole gang inna bando got it trapped out 
gave lil twin a perc 10 n he crashed out 

3x3 (prod. ohbats zejjjp 8strings)

Lab (8strings)

Backseat (8strings)

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