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MIXED AND MASTERED BY: KY GORDON
PRODUCED BY: RobertOdle & braxtoncmurtrey

Lyrics:

[Intro: You Can't Blame by Johnson, Hawkins, Tatum & Durr]
When you find the girl you love, has gone
When you find the girl you love, has gone
When you find the girl you love, has gone
You ask yourself why life, must go on

[Verse: HoodSasuke]
Get it man, get it man, get it (get it)
We was like blood, how the fuck you forget it? (word)
Glock fully auto can't fuck with a semi (glrrr)
Spin in a Cat, or a Scat, or a Hemi (skrrt)
Above these niggas I move like the heading
Pray for everything, In love with my blessings (word)
I'm in the lab while y'all niggas be resting (facts)

[Chorus: HoodSasuke]
Pockets run slow, why the fuck are you testing (slow)
Pockets run low, why the fuck is he flexing (ho)
Pockets run slow, why the fuck are you testing (slow)
Pockets run slow, why the fuck is he testing (ho)
Pockets run low, why the fuck is he flexing (word)

[Verse 2: HoodSasuke]
Bring it back, matter fact, bitch I'm back on my shit (back on my shit)
Pockets stay blue, like I'm hanging with crips (hanging with crips)
We all for the action don't talk on the clique (talk on the clique)
Flexing your girl but your shorty is chips (chips)
Diamonds gon' brighten the room if it's dim
Flow out outer space and my pendant is Zim (word)
He tryna run we gon' knock off his limbs
Car finna dash, I'm not talking bout Kim (skrrt)
Chop' on the dash and I'm storing a clip (chop on the-)
I'm finna dash if the d's on my hip (d's on my hip)
Uppin' this mac and this shit do not click (glrrr)
Somebody get his moms out my spliff (Marcus!)
Moms in my blunt and that shit finna rotate (moms in my spliff)
If you gon' cross me, you better look both ways (damn)
Niggas still broke
I cannot say the same

[Verse 3: HoodSasuke]
Still the god of this shit
Fuck hopping a wave (damn)
Got a job in this bitch know a nigga get paid (damn)
Collecting money, I'm using a rake (aye)
Beat up her batter I'm baking her cake (aye)
Rob on the beat
Goodness sake (goodness sake)
Chain on my neck
Water, lake (water, lake)
Still having fun I don't care for your takes (word)
All on my dick and you need to vacate (get off)
She saying ew when he asked for a rate (damn)
Shit
I'd shoot myself In the face (buh, buh)
Already won if this shit was a race (a race)
Me and Rob shitted, think different
You laced

[Chorus: HoodSasuke]
Pockets run slow, why the fuck is he testing (why)
Pockets run low, why the fuck is he flexing (damn)
Pockets run slow, why the fuck is he testing (why)
Pockets run low, why the fuck is he flexing (damn)
Pockets run slow, why the fuck are you testing (damn, damn)
Pockets run slow, why the fuck are you flexing (why the fuck)
Pockets run slow, why the fuck are you testing (damn, damn)

WHYHEFLEXING?

WHYHEFLEXING? p. robertodle [ALL PLATS]

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MIXED AND MASTERED BY: KY GORDON
PRODUCED BY: HoodSasuke

Lyrics:

Intro: 
Uh huh
Shit, uh-huh
Shit, uh-huh
Shit, uh-huh
Two-twenty
Uh-huh, shit (shit)
Uh-huh, shit (shit)
Uh-huh, shit (shit)
Uh-huh, shit (shit)
Uh-huh, shit (shit nigga)
Uh-huh, shit (shit)
Uh-huh, Uh-huh (shit, sh-shit)
Shit, uh-huh (okay)
Shit, uh-huh (okay)
Shit, uh-huh (okay)
Shit, uh-huh (okay)
Shit, uh-huh (okay)
Shit, uh-huh (okay)
Shit, uh-huh (okay okay)

Verse:
Spin in a v, bang at hood bro (bow)
Two-two-two bro (graa)
Getting better
Ain't looking for kudos (looking for what)
Young nigga respectable
But my cursing too loose
Fuck it, run up the numbers
Sudoku
Like fuck (what?)
Oh shit (bitch)
Dammit I stay burning bridges (dammit I stay burning)
These nigga dirty like pigeons and
They my sons that's why they act like children (word)

Verse 2:
Yall niggas pockets dinero poquito (huh?)
He good at rapping
Not better than me though (what)
Pockets so fat I might put them on keto (word)
Spin in a civic you sit in a beetle
Can't talk to niggas
Like bumble damn bee bro (damn)
Choppa leave your house wrecked
Danny Devito (yea')
Y'all niggas told me get booked
I'm in the stu' plated up and
They roaming around
For the rook (where they looking?)

Verse 3:
Bitch I'm the king
I move you like a rook (move like a rook)
Stay wit the gang
Bitch we leaving 'em shook
Yes I'm a skinny nigga but
I'll still beat yo' ass cause lil' bitch
I'm Kareem wit' the hook ('reem wit the hook)
Spazz on the track and
I don't need a hook (don't need a hook)
Yall niggas pussy
I don't need to look (don't need to look)
Gordon Ramsay in the stu' but
Who's lettin' him cook? (like who)
Graduate school
I ain't go by the book (ain't go by the book)
Fake gangsta gon' stutter
While reading a book (reading a book)
Still gettin'
Nah that's not gon' hit the same (come on nigga)

Verse 4:
Still gettin' bread
Fuck how much classes you took
Still throwin' lobs and
I don't even look (don't need to look)
Throwing-throwing lobs to my brothers
I don't even look (like D-wade)
Throw-throwing lobs to my brothers
I don't even look (bitch, like D-wade)
Pass the knocks to my 'oota
He gon' bang out the v (bang out the v)
Pass the rock right to Naz
He gon' bang for the three (bow, bow, bow)

Verse 5:
Double VS, need it
Wet like the sea (wet like the sea)
Her pussy bald head
That shit Mr Clean (oh shit)
After the drill
Clean up with Fabuloso (fabulo')
Move secret agent
With two double o's (two double o's)
I don't got op's
'Cause them niggas is bozo's (uh-huh)
Fuck Marcus his mom's is
All in a photo (oh shit)
Ride on this- (you good?)
Damn, bitch
Ride on this shit
Like you bounce on a pogo (on god)
If she a treesha
That shorty a no go (on god)
Beat up the box
Bitch I go for the low blow (beat it up)
Niggas stay cappin'
I'm not talking Polo (oh damn)
Your shawty a bird and
She dumb like the dodo (brrr)
Need me a Maya
Ashkaash, throat goat (throat goat)
I'm gon' control her
Not talking bout Moto (hello Moto)
Claim you a dog
Bitch, you smaller than Toto (on god)
Go get some money
Can't fuck wit a broke ho' (nigga you broke)
Glide in a AMG
Shoutout to CoCo (CoCo)
Crazy on net
We gon' catch that boy local
Go get some money
Can't fuck with a broke ho' (word)
Move secret agent
With two double o's (james bond in the cut)

Outro:
Man this big HoodSasuke
Fuck is you talkin bout'
Stop playing wit my lil' bro
Ya' heard? ya' feel me?
Graa graa bow nigga
Fuck is you talking bout' pussy
Alright alright cool we got it

007 [ALL PLATS]

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MIXED AND MASTERED BY: KY GORDON
PRODUCED BY: HoodSasuke

Lyrics: 
[Intro: HoodSasuke]
Triple two gang

[Chorus: HoodSasuke]
Gold on my neck, bitch I move like the Buddha
If she cannot learn I'mma kick her a tutor
Need me a G18, FN or Ruger
If she cannot learn I'mma kick her a-
Kick her a-
Gold on my neck, bitch I move like the Buddha
If she cannot learn I'mma kick her a tutor
Need me a G18, FN or Ruger
If she cannot learn I'mma kick her a-
Kick her a-

[Verse 1: HoodSasuke]
Kick her what?
Bitch I'm kicking her nothing
Said he gon' pop out, but we know he bluffing
If it's up then it's stuck, I ain't here for discussion
Stop dropping them tracks, bitch we know that you rushing
Keep a AK by me but a nigga not Russian
Put pressure on 'em, now that nigga running
Stole my damn flow what the fuck he becoming?
On the net chattin' lil' bitch need to cut it
Huh cut it, huh cut it
Get to the rackies, fuck a counter I'm thumbing
I'm not stone cold but this glocky gon' stun 'em
Red beam on his face now he look like he blushing
Need me a sniper, but not for the hunting
I told my momma that money be coming
Right to the bank a young nigga be humming
Phone DND, bitch I hate when it's buzzing
Stand on what I say, y'all niggas be ducking
Shoutout to GT look out for my cousin
The bag talking back, that's why these niggas fussin'
'Member them nights I was living on bussing

[Chorus: HoodSasuke]
Gold on my neck, bitch I move like the Buddha
If she cannot learn I'mma kick her a tutor
Need me a G18, FN or Ruger
If she cannot learn I'mma kick her a-
Kick her a-
Gold on my neck, bitch I move like the buddha
If she cannot learn I'mma kick her a tutor
Need me a G18, FN or Ruger
If she cannot learn I'mma kick her a-
Kick her a-

[Verse 2: fedidoitagain]
Gold on my neck, that shit bling
Smoking that gas and it-
Wait, fuck
Smoking that gas and it stink
She said Fedi you cold I belong in a rink
Hollow tips
That shit sting
My choppa like Clairo
That bitch gon' sing
You get hit wit' a arrow
Bitch I won't swing
She watching closely, like she using ring
Okay you get the point
I digress, like
Bad bitch told me she depressed, like
I see them titties they bouncing
Looks like she got a lot on her chest
After we done you better get dressed, bitch
You only here for some sex ay
Fifty round drum, call it mattress
It's gon' leave niggas to rest
Gang n 'em flocking together, no matter the weather
We came out the nest
Sasuke and Fedi again
You know that we do it the best

[Chorus/Outro: HoodSasuke]
Gold on my neck, bitch I move like the Buddha
If she cannot learn I'mma kick her a tutor
Need me a G18, FN or Ruger
If she cannot learn I'mma kick her a-
Kick her a-
Gold on my neck, bitch I move like the Buddha
If she cannot learn I'mma kick her a tutor
Need me a G18, FN or Ruger
If she cannot learn I'mma kick her a-
Kick her a-

#222 (ft. fedidoitagain) p. HoodSasuke [ALL PLATS]

Lyrics: 

Intro:
Uh-uh, I be like
Foreign, boost, my dick finna touch her womb
If that nigga run up he get spliffed, lil' nigga that's the truth
Don't care if he's Muslim 'cause this FN finna push that kuf'
This freaky bitch tryn' push up, I'm tryna slide this all black coupe

Chorus:
Fuck it tryna crash this V', 222 tote .223's
Drunk off Eight diff' liquors now my bro-bro tryna hide the keys
That nigga move like a cuck, bet his bitch still want the D'
Bet my ex bitch still want me, why this bitch keep-
(Hello?)

Verse: 
Why this girl keep calling me (why she callin'), Valentino glasses, I cannot see
Hop on a jet so I don't need a key, ran down on that boy 'cause I don't got a V
I think that I'm boutta sleep all in the Stu', 'cause my young niggas be tired of leaks
Choppa be kicking like fucking Bruce Lee, forest the fire I'm burning down trees
Jaylen fuck brown, I'm like Brunson lil' bitch (Brunson lil' bitch)
You did the dash on your damn mans you a bitch (you a bitch)
Sniper the scope and my 'K got a grip ('K got a grip)
And cop me a beam I ain't aiming this shit, my knocks finna twitch
AK, KC3 the way I'm finna farm through these clips (damn), call that girl CP3 she ain't getting no ring
Blow up my phone I'm still letting it ring, fly out to Jamaica then sip on some ting (sip on some)
Keep me a chrome I ain't ever on bing, VV's on the watch and it came with no strings
Jack he on hot's but he never gon' swing, love to carry my cannon and let that bitch sing
Get me a girl and fly out to Beijing, In a drop top minivan interior mink ('terior mink)
Porsche 911 exterior pink ('terior pink)

Bridge:
Necklace on water like, uh-huh, necklace on water it's matching my sink (matching my sink)
Keep me a choppa like, nuh-uh, don't need no choppa these fist's finna sting
Sometimes I'm paranoid, anxious, I can't trust that bitch with my drink
Broke up the beat but it don't need a sling, that shit ain't gas if that blunt do not stink

Verse 2:
Shit, back and I'm better, thought she broke my heart, but she could never (never)
Like I predicted her moves, predicted her actions like I think a nigga too clever (word)
And even though I'm kinda intolerant (what), a nigga still get to the cheddar (damn)
Through these Carti's see whole lotta red, uh (damn), like lil' nigga I'm leaving you dead, uh (damn)
Like my nigga's be toting Beretta's (damn), ex old nigga ask if I make her wetter (facts)
They say triple two is the new meta (damn), just got a new maid got a crush on Loretta (what)
Bet these nigga's finna ask bout' Loretta (what), but, nigga I lied bout' Loretta (facts)
Copped me a sniper, I named it Rosetta (bow), bet you feel like Cobain 'cause my knocks at your head, uh (bow)
Oh wait, there's a bitch that I cannot forget, name start with a M and his mom is still dead (Marcus)
Cheese, cheese, cheese and I'm loving the bread, chop' shooting out pillows gon' lay 'em to rest
Nigga's stay dick riding get off the nuts, Ky told me "lock in", lemme dust off the rust (facts)
Like yo' bitch is a slut, breaking up everyday where is the trust?
His bitch is a freak, she don't play for the bucks
.40 still tucked and I don't give a fuck
Your man not a dog bitch, that boy is a mutt and I'll still beat his ass even though I'm shaped like a blunt
Beat out her back, bitch I'm all in her guts
Slid in a Supra, I'm grabbing the clutch (grabbing the clutch)
(Damn there's still more? Oh my god)
This gas is so potent might puncture my lungs (puncture my lungs)
Wise like an unc' but a nigga still young
Nigga's be rapping but their shit still buns
(Nah I already-I already said that)
Nigga's be rich and they still dress like bums
Christian young nigga might fuck wit' a nun (fuck wit' a nun)

Chorus: 
Fuck it tryna crash this V', 222 tote .223's
Drunk off Eight diff' liquors, now my bro-bro tryna hide the keys
That nigga move like a cuck, bet his bitch still want the D'
Bet my ex bitch still want me, why this bitch keep-
(Hello?)

LORETTA !

LORETTA ! p. HoodSasuke x KY GORDON [ALL PLATS]

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MIXED AND MASTERED BY: HoodSasuke
PRODUCED BY: @HoodSasuke

LYRICS:

Intro:
Alright, bet
(Hey, hey, hey), aye, hey, hey (hey, hey)
What, what, what (bow, bow, bow)

Chorus:
Guess I put y’all on the map (that’s a fact), bad bitch in the telly arch her back
And her nigga was a fedie be like, copy roger that
Steady shitting on these beats, got a cup full of lax’ (oh my god)

Verse 1:
Switch the flow- matter fact lift the door’s up, said you curry with the chop’ but my bro Dellavedova 
Big body Benz but I whip it like a rover (skrrt, skrrt), keep my Glock on my side fuck a sofa (duck, duck)
Bad bitch ass fat like a sofa (like a sofa), knocking on my door like she witness Jehovah 
Lucky nigga like a four leaf clover, I’m in SoHo nigga fuck Dover (fuck dover)
Chinatown bitch I’m trooping for some eats, need some diamond’s for my chain not my teeth
Hit up Morley’s then I’m sipping on some tea, forever balling so I do not need no cleat’s (no, no, no)
Forever balling so I think I need some J’s (or some anta’s), don’t need a thottie get the fuck up out my way
Don’t need a liar get the fuck up out my face (okay), grow my green while I’m watching for the snakes (yes)
Watch my back even when I lay my head down, hated school but I walked the stage in a gown 
Said you hit the gym, baby turn around
Okay, I can tell it’s working (hey), she leave cuts on my back I think she a surgeon
How you twenty-five and now you claiming you a virgin
Somebody lying

Chorus:
Guess I put y’all on the map (that’s a fact), bad bitch in the telly arch her back
And her nigga was a fedie be like, copy roger that
Steady shitting on these beats, got a cup full of lax’ (oh my god)

Verse 2:
Choppa punch like little mac (woo), foreign imported so I don’t know what’s attached (woo)
Spent five hundred for a cat, I don’t even like how that shit sounded (run it back, run it back, run it back)
Left you nigga’s in the past (buh-bye), smoke you nigga’s then i’ll leave you in a ash tray (hey)
Neck, wrist, glisten looking like a ice tray, Valentini’s on the face bitch it’s high frames (gang)
Your chain ain’t water bitch it’s looking like some light rain (gang), left that shorty cause she giving me a migraine
Bro-bro always selling packs he into spice trade (cut it out), she think i’m stressing I’m just happy that we parted ways (cut it out)
Trip

Outro:
(Hey, hey)
Guess, I put y’all on the map, Guess, I put y’all on the map
(I’m bout’ to punch you in your face ‘cause like, nigga)
(Drop that shit nigga)

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