Lyrics ⬇️

0:14
got no time for fake niggas
or these fan hoes
gotta get these bands
stuck up in the bando

0:20
gotta stack my paper
gotta make this ten fold
gotta make my mama proud
working for my kinfolk

0:26 
i can’t trust niggas
only NFH hoe
keep on talking , popping triggers
while y’all popping benzos

0:33
can’t do friends though 
real count dough , can’t bend though
i count blue faces your man can’t resemble

0:40
real bag chaser 
but i ain’t gon’ fumble
might just hit the mall 
just to empty the load

0:45
im a real bag chaser
she know im a blazer
everyday i smoke new flavors 

0:53 
off pack , feel amazing
whats on my mind ?
don’t know what i’m thinking , yea

0:55
that pain i feel is major
i’m taking drugs 
but i still can’t feel it off 
no

0:59
no i can’t feel at all
she know i smoke leafs
didn’t know that we would start falling off

1:03
i feel like life be offset 
when i worry about taking off
i been that nigga before the rap
so i’m not really stressing about it paying off

1:11
she know i’m that guy
everyday get racks , no lie
if i fall down i get high
i invest in love no Sofi

1:17
she invest in me on the lowkey
need church this bitch unholy
like a nerd she give me that dome-piece
i’ll still move cautious feel like Cochise

1:24
Smoking on yuck 
like luck i’m rolling 
i’m just like a roman
when i get in that pussy
i don’t need a Trojan

1:28
that bitch like a foreign car
don’t need a key to start
she gonna ride like locomotion

1:32
i feel like future
might hit in my gucci flip flops
after that switch to the louie loafers

1:34
like a bad surgeon leave her wide open
you a fan hoe , i’m already knowing

kinfolk ft shai guy ( prod.shadow! )

Lyrics:
It don’t take convincing 
To prove love is not for real no ‘mo
Shit toxic, can’t feel no ‘mo
I’m always there when you need me ho
But you’re never near when I need you though 
Said you loved me 
But your love creating bullet holes
Been smoking dope in hopes
Your love ain’t sending bullets through 
my heart holds on to feelings
But my mind hold on to truth
When I overthink 
That’s bullets through the roof
I guess that love ain’t real no ‘mo
Ever since you left I got my pockets swole
I might play my part
But I won’t overstep my role
I swear 2024 , been on a roll 
2025 , I’m straight bare-stepping on the road 
And It won’t take convincing 
That your love is not for real no ‘mo
Shit toxic , can’t feel no ‘mo
I’m always there when you need me ho
But you’re never near when I need you though
Said you love me 
But your love creating bullet holes
Been smoking dope in hopes
Your love ain’t sending bullets through
If I’m a dog then call a vet
She took a knife straight through my chest
Your love been feasting on my flesh :
“If we get back together then that’s the living dead”
So many days I text your phone
You made me wish I wasn’t there (dead)
I was blind to that shit and that sucks 
Cuz I’m a Visionnaire 
Love lost , time gone , I need restitution
Smoke the za till I’m nodding off
That shit therapeutic 
Haters on my dick but I’m tryna get rich
I guess they just clueless 
They just like to ride the wave
That’s why they hate on my music 
Man you raging
Nah, im just fuming, energy consuming
Walk in grinning, you leaving toothless
After this verse you gon’ know I do this
It don’t take convincing 
To prove love is not for real no ‘mo
Shit toxic , can’t feel no ‘mo
I’m always there when you need me ho
But you’re never near when I need you though 
Said she loved me 
But your love creating bullet holes
Been smoking dope in hopes
Your love ain’t sending bullets through
My heart holds on to feelings
But my mind hold on to truth
When I overthink 
That’s bullets through the roof
And It won’t take convincing 
That your love is not for real no ‘mo
Shit toxic , can’t feel no ‘mo
I’m always there when you need me ho
But you’re never near when I need you though
Said you love me 
But your love creating bullet holes
Been smoking dope in hopes
Your love ain’t sending bullets through
(Yea) x6
Wishing you know me 
But girl I wish I knew myself 
You think you deserve it
Roses and candles in the hotel
You’re way far from perfect
Don’t need to look twice for me to tell
Should’ve knew from the first glance
I thought an angel touched my palm but then the devil took my hand 
And we walk
Through a fire forest, where all the fucking trees talk
Now I know you’re another form of the devil-man just trying to get settled in
No wonder you feel off
Ain’t worried for your intentions 
Girl, I’m just gon’ fear god
She wanna watch my tears drop
She’ll never care so I’ll never give a fuck
Said she wanna know me but she too busy trying to get to know another 
Wishing you know me 
But girl I wish I knew myself 
You think you deserve it
Roses and candles in the hotel
She beat me down like an animal
Guess in the end couldn’t handle you
They say X (Ex) marks out the spot
Dug in my chest, left it wide open
Took a bite right out my heart 
She does what she can
A cannibal 
My mind is hell it’s way more hellish staying with you
Got me feeling blue on this emotional pursuit
Been trying to keep my cool while you just do what you do
Thought we stuck like glue? 
You pick and you choose
When I’m sipping ooze 
All of my feelings on snooze
(Yea)
She like playing games 
Girl you’re so playful
Don’t need a label (to) 
Put her on Four just like a table
When my mind unstable 
You make me calm guess you my maple
All these problems stand tall 
When you’re around it’s supernatural the gravity falls
Thoughts fly like Helo’s
No time to battle Ego’s
Truly god knows I got deep hope
Only get one shot no free throw
Can’t express these feels you evoke
Can’t remember what happened before

Love Isn't Forreal/You want to know me, ion know myself

Love Isn’t Forreal/You Want To Kno Me, I Don’t Know Myself -Shai Guy x Rxmdy (Prod. silo)

Lyrics :

She said that I'm sexy, like it when I flex
Benjamins my bestie
Ex bitch want to hide out when she text me
When I shop I'm dropping bags at the store
So much water on me
They just throw me rags for my clothes
Spanish hoes want me, cuz I'm 'bout my pesos
Fat tags on me like I spent my whole pay stub
Brodie hating on the net, walk out with his face closed
Zeus gon' ride out with that Tec, mute face, case closed
I know life a mystery, I can't fuck with fake ho's
In-laws got some history, man they known to spank hoes
Me and Glock like salt and pepper
You step close then we just mace those
I'm a real stepper, you ask the block
You rocking fake 4's

Brodie he got iron
He slide with draco
I can't do no friends
You got bring cash
Or I'm gon' say no
Really getting dope
But you know
I don't really play though
I was high as shit
I poured a Deuce inside the Faygo
Said you need some drop
We can make it for you
Two 'o clock, right up on the dot
Is when we take it to you
If you want some smoke
We got dope, Ima bring it with me
Making remedies with Rxmdy
I'm breaking basis with it

I got cake, bad ass bitch, give me face
Roll a J, and I bet that bitch gon' rotate
She run game, I run plays, stack shit till we buss the safe
I told god keep me safe, I keep some za, keep a drake
You diss on dead's? Send them, shots booming at your place
Rxmdy, we gon' rage, Banduplee, he the sage
Hop out car, and its fuming up your place
Smoking za, shit not laced, this that gas, straight propane

Nigga I got lean and Sprite in sippy cup
This little hoe gon' hold me down, but she tryna keep me up
Used to hope out Civics, we tryna hop out Bentley trucks
Leave them on a pendant, he ain't tryna give it up
I don't got no feelings, niggas ain't gon' give us none
Hop out with my killers, nigga where is you gon' run?
Hop out with his gang then he gon' get left in a bunch
Tryna get Rich like September, switching up the months

Fake Ho’s ft. Banduplee & YungestNCharge ( Prod.308 )

Lyrics :

Bout the team bitch I'm gon' rep
Bout the team bitch I'm gon' step
NFH, no I can't do no friends
Niggas hating they on the fence
Niggas gay man no offense

We keep straps in case niggas want to switch on us
Keep some cheese keep Swiss on us
That hoe green, that bitch on us
She a fiend, that hoe go nuts
Bout y'all dreams y'all hold your nuts
Don't watch no opps get rich on us
I watched niggas go bitch on us

I watched niggas go switch before I put switch on niggas
I'd put Glock in my dip before I'd go dip on niggas
I'd put Glock in my lap before I go snorting on crack
Bad bitch told me that she like gas, I heard that she like to get thrashed

Chocolate little hoe with a fat ol' ass
Light skin tone I'm still about my bag
Wrist two tone still cost a tab
I could be rich I'm still keeping tags
I could be broke y'all still keeping tabs on us
Mad cuz we have a bag on us
Savage we keep a mag on us

She ratchet-
She ratchet she like to-
She ratchet she like to spazz on us
She ratchet when we fuck its rough
Swear to god that she can't get enough
Feel like go go gadget
I got a go go gadget
Man I'm a D1 crash out
Aim for these bitches Ima go-go crack it
Been in too deep with this cash now
Walk in the bank Ima go-go cash it
And I bet you, you ain't gon' match it

Bout the team bitch I'm gon' rep
Bout the team bitch I'm gon' step
NFH, no I can't do no friends
Niggas hating they on the fence
Niggas gay man no offense

We keep straps in case niggas want to switch on us
Keep some cheese keep Swiss on us
That hoe green, that bitch on us
She a fiend, that hoe go nuts
Bout y'all dreams y'all hold your nuts
Don't watch no opps get rich on us
I watched niggas go bitch on us

Switch On Us ?! ( Prod.Texo )

Lyrics : 

I can't even fake no more
I been tryna go ! go !
Might just blast off
You think that they hate right now ?
Just watch when my cash blow
I'm on my savage shit right now
Don't make me take my mask off

I just spread that pape
You know that's law
Talking on the gang
I might break your glass jaw
I don't do this for the fame
I got to get my racks up
Call me samson, cuz I might just tax you

It ain't nothing to go get your racks up
Bad bitch like that rough sex
You know she come with fat stuff
Ain't Thanksgiving but I can hear that mac truck
Shake shit like its rationed, might just throw some racks up

I can't even fake no more
I been tryna go ! go !
Might just blast off
You think that they hate right now ?
Just watch when my cash blow
I'm on my savage shit right now
Don't make me take my mask off

Can't do friends no more
Cuz y'all all like pythons
Can't even put no trust in them
That's how you get your back crossed
Talking hard get wiped like wax on and wax off !
Love a toxic hoe, we fuck and all you hear is back talk

I can't even fake no more
I been tryna go ! go !
Might just blast off
You think that they hate right now ?
Just watch when my cash blow
I'm on my savage shit right now
Don't make me take my mask off

I can't even fake no more
I been tryna go ! go !
Might just blast off
You think that they hate right now ?
Just watch when my cash blow
I'm on my savage shit right now
Don't make me take my mask off

It ain't nothing to go get your racks up
Bad bitch like that rough sex
You know she come with fat stuff
Ain't Thanksgiving but I can hear that mac truck
Shake shit like its rationed, might just throw some racks up

I can't even fake no more
I been tryna go ! go !
Might just blast off
You think that they hate right now ?
Just watch when my cash blow
I'm on my savage shit right now
Don't make me take my mask off !

Blast Off ! ( Prod.ssjlamar )

Lyrics :

At night on the highway
Thinking about life
Turn up the music
Drive so fast
I might go back in time
Remember way back when
When I thought about now
I would think I would die
Huh, Walking with death on my mind
16, contemplating on suicide

Huh, had to change up the energy
My old friends done switched up
Fuck a friend, change the title to enemies
Huh, been a dog, you a runt
Two different breeds, check the pedigree
When I'm down my bae light the blunt
And then give me neck cuz y'all stressing me

Huh, temptation gon' fuck up your blessings
Some shit ain't no mistake, you chose the direction
Huh, I had to learn a few lessons
Lesson one they're gon' switch as expected
The next lesson I'm doing the testing
Off the vert bitch I'm paying attention

Huh, fuck what you heard
Man, we live and we learn
I had to go through pain
To make sure I go turn up
Hell scape, I had to go through pain
That shit done left some burns
And I don't have time to go settle down
I got to put in the work

Hop in a brand new car
Switch lanes, man I put it in swerve
Bad bitch got no waist, got a pretty face
Dive in, got a dip in the curves
Had to take a step back from the net
Swear y'all get on my nerves
Been cooking up in the stu
So you know I got to dish it and serve

Said she got that ocean
Fuck a trip, we surf
I can't fuck with hoes
That's just gon' bip the curb
Rather be alone
Stack up my chips and splurge
Bro said he got the drop
Then we commit a purge

At night on the highway
Thinking about life
Turn up the music
Drive so fast
I might go back in time
Remember way back when
When I thought about now
I would think I would die
Huh, Walking with death on my mind
16, contemplating on suicide

Thinking ‘Bout Life ( Prod.Kanbuu )

Lyrics :

This shit ain't for nothing
Y'all don't get shit for hating
So it's all for nothing
I got to get every dime from the muscle
This a product from the rubble
Shoutout to all of my niggas who get it
I ain't ever doubting your hustle
I ain't ever doubting y'all struggle

Just turned summer
Mowing the grass
Hoping the snakes not under
Huh
I been pushing weight
Moving that steel
You might hear thunder
Shout to my nigga Zeus
You don't want war with each other
Niggas getting lit, taking shots of the Deuce
Rock hardcore with my brothers

I hate to go switch on ya
But I never really had no limiter
Young bull, me and twin bumping the Skrillex
I should've known we was different from ya
Sweet tooth, I remember bread and sugar
Smoosh it, that's a light snack for ya
For us, cooking in the lab for once
Two bad kids, didn't think it'd go bad for ya

All grown up, I got to stack my chicken
Been down bad for months
When I'm up count that bag, I don't do no fronts
Niggas gon' cop out, plot for months
Niggas hating got to block out cunts
Won't show they face, got to clock out, lunch
My niggas tie they lace and grab they guns
Don't care about where you from

Said you grew up in the suburbs?
My niggas came from the slums
I been about my green, gwuap, feddi
Y'all about the crumbs
If we step, we spreading Armageddon
I bet you that we dropping bombs

This shit ain't for nothing
Y'all don't get shit for hating
So it's all for nothing
I got to get every dime from the muscle
This a product from the rubble
Shoutout to all of my niggas who get it
I ain't ever doubting your hustle
I ain't ever doubting y'all struggle

This shit ain't for nothing
Y'all don't get shit for hating
So it's all for nothing
I got to get every dime from the muscle
This a product from the rubble
Shoutout to all of my niggas who get it
I ain't ever doubting your hustle
I ain't ever doubting y'all struggle

Just turned summer
Mowing the grass
Hoping the snakes not under
Huh
I been pushing weight
Moving that steel
You might hear thunder
Shout to my nigga Zeus
You don't want war with each other
Niggas getting lit, taking shots of the Deuce
Rock hardcore with my brothers

4 Nuffin ( Prod.NAPALM )

Lyrics :

I know sometimes it get hard
To be the realest in the room
So many people
So many fake ass niggas
Ready to up the tomb
So many reasons to go up and squeeze it
Too many reasons to go up the 'nina
Might just up the heater

Huh
World Been Froze, I been cold
Too many people picking sides
So I got to do it alone
Bitch, if we like the Superbowl
We head to head, but I up the score
I know my dreams ain't far from reach
Cuz we in contact with UFOs

UPC, barcode 'em
UPS, gon' car load 'em
Osama, got bombs on me
911, drop bombs on 'em
That's a rental, a car loaner"I just smoke the za and this a hotbox", car smoker

Opps gon' talk a lot we smoke them
After the gossip then we roll them
Some of y'all out of pocket
Like some chips at poker
I may be sad but I ain't emo
Ain't rocking no chocker
Huh
If I'm sad enough, I roll up the lotus
Y'all been bugging out
We spray them down just like some locusts
Bro 'nem worried about buying cars
But I'm just worried about staying focused
I think my wallet need a modem
While my pockets loading
Told my wife we gon' make a Fortune
That ring just a token

I know I'm gon' kill it
But y'all finna kill me
If y'all really feel it nigga
Huh
And I ain't no female nigga
Y'all some bitches, some female niggas
If I say fuck the presale and this for retail
I'm still gon' sell it nigga
I should've known y'all would sell a nigga
Need some green? Need a salad nigga?

I know sometimes it get hard
To be the realest in the room
So many people
So many fake ass niggas
Ready to up the tomb
So many reasons to go up and squeeze it
Too many reasons to go up the 'nina
Might just up the heater

Huh
World Been Froze, I been cold
Too many people picking sides
So I got to do it alone
Bitch, if we like the Superbowl
We head to head, but I up the score
I know my dreams ain't far from reach
Cuz we in contact with UFOs

Barcode 'em ( Prod.Februxry )

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