baller . prod deyflo + swisha

Lyrics:

We fenna get you gone for a ticket
My niggas fenna slide get you finished
Pour up the wocky that shit got me swimming
And I'm really fenna ball like a scrimmage
My niggas fenna ball like a scrimmage

We fenna get you gone for a ticket
My niggas fenna slide get you finished
Pour up the wocky that shit got me swimming
And I'm really fenna ball like a scrimmage
And I just be getting high for the feeling
I could never go dead broke, been a minute
Turn that boy to a damn ghost
I just been counting dinero
And she throwing it back in a spiral
See the money then I'm happy fellow
Ain't no damn lover, tell her hell no
These niggas they fell off
But I been going up like a pharoah
Bitch I'm big cap, Jack Sparrow
Got a big glock, do the tango

What do you mean?
What do you mean you don't feel me?
What do you mean?
What do you mean I don't look clean?
Look at these VVS's on my mf neck I'm really the shit
These niggas talk on the net
These niggas so broke they shopping on Shein
You niggas broke as fuck
I just ran up a lil hunna
You niggas broke as fuck
If it's not bout money ima hang up
Hundred thousand then it's hell yuh
Ima pull up, in a Bentley truck
Whole gang up, what they saying now?
I got ten bands, in the savings

We fenna get you gone for a ticket
My niggas fenna slide get you finished
Pour up the wocky that shit got me swimming
And I'm really fenna ball like a scrimmage
My niggas fenna ball like a scrimmage

We fenna get you gone for a ticket
My niggas fenna slide get you finished
Pour up the wocky that shit got me swimming
And I'm really fenna ball like a scrimmage
And I just be getting high for the feeling
I could never go dead broke, been a minute
Turn that boy to a damn ghost
I just been counting dinero
And she throwing it back in a spiral
See the money then I'm happy fellow
Ain't no damn lover, tell her hell no
These niggas they fell off
But I been going up like a pharoah
Bitch I'm big cap, Jack Sparrow
Got a big glock, do the tango

scrimmage prod deyflo + swisha

feel on me. prod bartek

Lyrics:

I got a mill on me 2x
Want you to feel on me 2x
I got a mill on me 2x
Want you to feel on me 2x

I got this gas in my body for real
I got this hoe on my body for real
I got ya bitch on my body for real
These niggas talking they wont catch a kill
I got these diamonds on me for real
I got these diamonds on me! 3x
I got these big watches
I got these big watches on me
You niggas cant hold me 2x
You niggas really phony
Niggas up know they wanna know me
Really been up in my bag, just been in my bag fasho
Spend it and make it right back, cuz I got a bag to blow

Bitch I don't need it 
Hang with the bloods and I hang with the demons
How you a Christian you hang with the demons
I got ya bitch and she sucking on semen
I got ya hoe and she fall for the mf gang
She wanna fuck on the guys
I'm with the gang and they ready to slide
Bitch Im a demon just look in my eyes
And I'm getting drunk
Yea I'm getting high
And I got ya hoe she fuck for the night
And I pour a four I purple the sprite
I don't want it no mo, I don't want this life
I gotta make it out, I gotta make it out the town
Ain't no faking now, ain't no faking it up now
New pack blazing now, now we passing it around
Yea we hell raising now, we hell raising now

I got this gas in my body for real
I got this hoe on my body
I got ya bitch on my body for real
These niggas talking they wont catch a kill
I got these diamonds on me for real
I got these diamonds on me! 3x
I got these big watches
I got these big watches on me
You niggas cant hold me 2x
You niggas really phony
Niggas up know they wanna know me
Really been up in my bag, just been in my bag fasho
Spend it and make it right back, cuz I got a bag to blow

I got a mill on me 2x
Want you to feel on me 2x
I got a mill on me 2x
Want you to feel on me 4x
I got a mill on me
Want you to feel on me

diamonds prod bartek

balenci boot . prod sinvets

Lyrics:

Stick on my body, that's that mf G-Lock
Ima up the choppa, make that fuck nigga beat bop
Make that fuck nigga beat bop 2x

Stick on my body, that's that mf G-Lock
Ima up the choppa, make that fuck nigga beat bop yuh
Are they talking down? I don't see none
And I'm riding round, with that choppa, in my seat now
New balenci shoes, new balenci shoes they on me
Riding round town, Malibu, gotcha bitch she on me
Real slime slatt, stay with snakes, these niggas real phony
I stay by myself these niggas not gang, these niggas not my homie

New balenci shoe
New prada bag
New balenci shoe
New prada hat!
Gimme all of that
She gimme all of that
Nd I got these niggas mad cuz my pockets stay with racks
Pockets filled with cheese, yea these pockets filled with blue strips
Got her on her knees, whole time this bitch said she new to this
This bitch she not new to this
But I just walked in Saks Fifth
Nd I just get the money, make them hunnids do a backflip
I don't want no problems, if you want smoke you can have it
Make this lifestyle look like magic
Hunnid round choppa, we gonn hit em, leave him tragic
Stick up on my hip, if he talking we subtract him

Stick on my body, that's that mf G-Lock
Ima up the choppa, make that fuck nigga beat bop yuh
Are they talking down? I don't see none
And I'm riding round, with that choppa, in my seat now
New balenci shoes, new balenci shoes they on me
Riding round town, Malibu, gotcha bitch she on me
Real slime slatt, stay with snakes, these niggas real phony
I stay by myself these niggas not gang, these niggas not my homie

Stick on my body, that's that mf G-Lock
Ima up the choppa, make that fuck nigga beat bop yuh
Are they talking down? I don't see none
And I'm riding round, with that choppa, in my seat now
New balenci shoes, new balenci shoes they on me
Riding round town, Malibu, gotcha bitch she on me
Real slime slatt, stay with snakes, these niggas real phony
I stay by myself these niggas not gang, these niggas not my homie

beat bop prod sinvets

moshpit prod vetix1k

Lyrics:

Lose ya mind 8x
Bad bitch, pour a pint
What it is, give her the pipe
I gave you my rib, gave you my life
In the dark, you the light
Up the pole through the night
Up the pole on sight
In my zone, All Might
Did me wrong, ain't right
Up the pole ion fight
Ima slide ima slide
Wanna know you mine
Let me know you mine

Run that shit down like a running back
If he talking niggas gotta run it back
Two shots hit him in his tummy yea
And the lean put it in my tummy yea
Oh lord why they moving bummy yea
DDG, sum bout a Pontiac
Ran down catch a nigga running yea
Pray to god, hit him in his tummy
Two shots hit him in the tummy
When I'm up why they say they love me?
Give a fuck, getting to the money
Off the za moving like a mummy
Off the za got me moving funny
Get them racks, everyday sunny
And she on my dick, bouncing like a bunny
And we wipe ya nose, leave that nigga runny
Everybody high
I'm too high in this bitch, I'm just way too high
Way too high way
I'm too high in this bitch, I'm just way too high
Lost my mind
Lost my mind in this bitch, I just lost my mind
Lost my mind
Lost my mind in this bitch, I just lost my mind

Lose ya mind 8x
Bad bitch, pour a pint
What it is, give her the pipe
I gave you my rib, gave you my life
In the dark, you the light
Up the pole through the night
Up the pole on sight
In my zone, All Might
Did me wrong, ain't right
Up the pole ion fight
Ima slide ima slide
Wanna know you mine
Let me know you mine

lose ya mind prod vetix1k ( BONUS )

the sequel . prod sinvets

Lyrics:

Count up big bank 5x
Hit his dead mans
Send his dead mans up
Feeling jet lag
I'm tryna be a better man
I be stacking up them bands
I'm just tryna fuck on her friend
Fenna ball nigga
Fuck around I'm fenna ball nigga
Fuck that bitch she steady calling
Cuz' I been on perfect timing yuh
Perfect timing yuh 2x
Bitch I'm all in yuh 2x

Stack it up, 10 by 10
I feel like the Migos I'm just fenna count up deads
On the casamigos don't let me get into your head
Money like casino I'm fenna cash a check
Leave em upset
Bad bitch gimme head
Yea she bad but she do what I said
To high when I'm off of the meds
Two shots gonn hit his head
And they weird they gonn talk to the feds
To slimey slippery sled
I been moving like the matrix
Goddam a nigga cant take it, nah
Take it
Had to go up I'm just knowing ima make it
Hop down on a nigga frustration
Rather go hard ima make it
And I'm to far from the basement
If he talk down, catch a face lift
And I'm too high, on a spaceship
And I'm too fly, really sanctioned

Count up big bank 7x
Hit his dead mans
Send his dead mans up
Feeling jet lag
I'm tryna be a better man
I be stacking up them bands
I'm just tryna fuck on her friend
Fenna ball nigga
Fuck around I'm fenna ball nigga
Fuck that bitch she steady calling
Cuz' I been on perfect timing yuh
Perfect timing yuh 4x
Bitch I'm all in yuh 2x

perfect timing 2 prod sinvets

pill party . prod sinvets

Lyrics:

You better make your choice, you better make it wise
And I got yo bitch she wanna fuck tonight
Fill that boy with slugs, look him in his eye
I just want them drugs, I feel them inside 2x
It's a drug party 2x
It's a drug party, ride me kawasaki
And I'm off the molly, yea I'm off the molly
.223 shots, hit him in his body
I'm just fucking with ya, I just wanna party
Different kinda drugs, do it in the lobby
Feel all kinda drugs, got them in my body
I been by myself, I don't need nobody
Jumping off the top rope, feel like Ed Hardy
New pack hit like Tyson, hit like Ronda Rousey
Give a fuck what they claim, bitch I been bout it

Bitch I been bout it
Tell them fuck niggas go and spin bout it
I just want yo love baby
Every single diamond, on me, hit
Ima make it, out, legit
Riding round with drakes on me
We ran right in his shit
And I been running, been waiting for this
If he talking down we leave that pussy boy deceased
Riding round with a drac, ride around with it in my seat
If he talking down, on the gang we clutch that hit
Fuck he talking to? Ima hit him in his-
Ima hit him in his face, ima hit him in his teeth
If he talking down on gang, ima hit that boy delete
Hit that boy and delete
If he keep talking that shit on a G
One to ya eye then one to ya teeth
And I got, big bands I been jumping out my seat
And I got ya bitch on lock
I got ya bad lil freak
Ya bitch she a bad lil freak
I got the bag lil hoe
The bitch tryna fuck, she really been on go
We on go
She really on go
She ready to fuck, she fenna fuck, fuck on the bros
Lil bitch get exposed
I don't give no fucks, because that's just how it goes
Thats just how it goes 3x

You better make your choice, you better make it wise
And I got yo bitch she wanna fuck tonight
Fill that boy with slugs, look him in his eye
I just want them drugs, I feel them inside 2x
It's a drug party 2x
It's a drug party, ride me kawasaki
And I'm off the molly, yea I'm off the molly
.223 shots, hit him in his body
I'm just fucking with ya, I just wanna party
Different kinda drugs, do it in the lobby
Feel all kinda drugs, got them in my body
I been by myself, I don't need nobody
Jumping off the top rope, feel like Ed Hardy
New pack hit like Tyson, hit like Ronda Rousey
Give a fuck what they claim, bitch I been bout it

drug party prod sinvets

everything BIG . prod sinvets

Lyrics:

Big glocks
For these niggas that be talking shit
We ran up in his shit
Big knocks
Since a couple niggas wanna try me
Aiming for the head
I'm too slimey nigga like a sled
Run up on that boy
Fill that boy with led
Been a real nigga since a kid
Since a lil boy, I been running shit
Off the za
Took a couple niggas off the molly don't know where they is
Big guap
Fuck them niggas knock em off the map
Bag up on ya head
Big chops
Keep a choppa on me if he switch up on me for the feds
Big knots
Get the money nigga why they talking like they get the bread

Get that money nigga what you scared for?
When it's bout that money they be scarecrow
When it's bout that money nigga hell yea
And this choppa detach him like velcro
Want the money I sent it on Venmo
And I stay with gang that's the kinfolk
And these niggas lame get the memo
And I'm sipping red sipping Elmo
Sipping on red 2x
Sipping on mf red
Till my pockets hurt till my pockets dead
Sipping on mf red lil bitch
And I got ya hoe on the activist
They tryna copy the swag nd shit
Till my niggas come through we clapping shit
I got that new pack in my lungs
I got that new bag hell yea
Nd I got that new swag hell yea
Bitch I'm surfing she like that hell yea
But give me the reason
Why that perky turn me to a demon
I been balling nigga this my season
For the money nigga I be fiending
I be fiending

Big glocks
For these niggas that be talking shit
We ran up in his shit
Big knocks
Since a couple niggas wanna try me
Aiming for the head
I'm too slimey nigga like a sled
Run up on that boy
Fill that boy with led
Been a real nigga since a kid
Since a lil boy, I been running shit
Off the za
Took a couple niggas off the molly don't know where they is
Big guap
Fuck them niggas knock em off the map
Bag up on ya head
Big chops
Keep a choppa on me if he switch up on me for the feds
Big knots
Get the money nigga why they talking like they get the bread

big prod sinvets

walk down . prod me7ace

Lyrics:

I get that money nigga like what's happenin
Upping that choppa nigga like what's happenin
When I come up ima get me a patek
Don't give a fuck cuz they don't want no static
I got ya main hoe
Nd I give her dick and I tell her to go
Nd my niggas slimey we wiping ya nose
When I hop in that foreign you know how it go
Already know how that go 2x
These niggas know how it go
My nigga get to that dough
Fuck it we aim at ya fro
Rocking Ricky from head to the toe
I threw that bag on the flo
I'm fenna get me some mo
Fuck it I get me some mo 4x
Throw that lil bag on the flo
Fuck it I get me some mo 3x

I get to that bag
Pussy nigga what you on?
Mix Balenci with the fucking Chrome
Too high, way too gone
And this za, way too strong
But I gotta get it by my own
Bitch I'm really geeked I'm really in that mode
You know how that go
I been getting to that bag
Getting to that green nigga like Luigi
I'm a demon like a Ouija
She be saying please, begging for the semen
Nd I'm leaving em red nigga like anemic
Give a fuck what he said
I don't need a reason
And you pussy niggas get to run and hiding
When these niggas get to squeezing

I get that money nigga like what's happenin
Upping that choppa nigga like what's happenin
When I come up ima get me a patek
Don't give a fuck cuz they don't want no static
I got ya main hoe
Nd I give her dick and I tell her to go
Nd my niggas slimey we wiping ya nose
When I hop in that foreign you know how it go
Already know how that go 2x
These niggas know how it go
My nigga get to that dough
Fuck it we aim at ya fro
Rocking Ricky from head to the toe
I threw that bag on the flo
I'm fenna get me some mo
Fuck it I get me some mo 4x
Throw that lil bag on the flo
Fuck it I get me some mo 3x

sum mo prod me7ace

I miss The old days, Yea Ig im js nostalgic 

Nostalgic [prod. rav3n]   ⛪️  ** TEARFRONT **

2wisha ! prod. jswisha x khyri

lyrics:

I'm smoking on top shelf 4x
I'm smoking that good gas, good gas, got me outta here 2x

Wake up in the morning I get to the geeking
Got ya hoe off the molly I got this bitch tweaking
Moon walk in that pussy she tell me to beat it
We gonn knock off ya top make that boy feel anemic
I'm tryna see red in this hoe
When I show them bands she ready to go
And she tryna fuck, I'm not saying no
I'm just tryna fuck, I took that bih down
I took that bih down ( uh huh )
God got some big plans ( uh huh )
Stay humble get these bands ( uh huh )
Fuck the talking hit his mans ( uh huh )
Fuck the talking get the bread ( uh huh )
I get the money
Nigga get you some money, lil hoe
And I got that good gas for the low
I need you to ride even if I'm wrong

Pick a stick up and slide, hit him in his dome
I be too high, really in that mode
I be getting too fly, when I'm on the road
And I stay with the guys, sticking to the code
We gonn walk that boy down, stick up in the coat
We gonn walk that boy down, Eeny miny moe
Eeny miny moe
We run down with that heater, put a tag up on ya toe
Put a tag up on ya hoe
But she said that she love me, hell no
But I just want the neck, come here gimme throat
Ima get the bread, that's just all I know
And my diamonds they clean, don't forget the soap
We gonn wet that boy down, better stay afloat
Locked in off a perc, got me in the zone
And I get to the damn cheese, queso
I been wildin'
Big racks fit in my pocket
Took off in this bitch like a rocket
Knock the plug out ya mf socket
Big steppin'
Always gotta keep a weapon
Money come in every second
Always gotta show aggression
Geeked up to heaven

Wake up in the morning I get to the geeking
Got ya hoe off the molly I got this bitch tweaking
Moon walk in that pussy she tell me to beat it
We gonn knock off ya top make that boy feel anemic
I'm tryna see red in this hoe
When I show them bands she ready to go
And she tryna fuck, I'm not saying no
I'm just tryna fuck, I take that bih down
I took that bih down ( uh huh )
God got some big plans ( uh huh )
Stay humble get these bands ( uh huh )
Fuck the talking hit his mans ( uh huh )
Fuck the talking get the bread ( uh huh )
I get the money
Nigga get you some money, lil hoe
And I got that good gas for the low
I need you to ride even if I'm wrong

top shelf prod. jswisha

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