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

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 )

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

stay calm. prod dav!

Lyrics:

I been tryna just keep my composure
I been tryna just stay calm
I been tryna just stay strong
I been too high bitch I'm gone
And I just been too fly in the zone
Keeping that fye, when I'm on the road
And I got that good gas on me yuh
Is it too late to right my wrongs?
It's never too late 3x
They wanna just eat off my plate
But I cannot ever go out that way
No I cannot ever fold hit his face
My niggas they on go, catch a case
I'm taking her dam soul, leave a trace
I been geeking, too high outer space
I just been geeking too much
Get up out your feelings too much
Pop another pill and boot up
Ion even gotta do much, to
Send him up to heaven, Buddha
Boot up with God, I be geeking
I been on the X, I been tweaking
You want me to love you, what's the reason
Ima up it and fire, choppa get to the squeezing

I'm tired of assumptions
My niggas we ran down hit his muffin
I keep me a .45 in this duffy
And I been getting, too high like it's nothing
I do this shit like it's nothing
I get to the bread, them boys get to bluffing
I get to the bread, turn nothing to something
I been in my head, from all of your loving
I'm levels ahead, you not on this schedule
I climb to the top
My niggas gonn hit him, get up out the spot
Stop acting like you gangsta when you not
And I just been geeked up in this bitch
I keep a .45 on my hip
He getting gunned down uhuh
Never time for fun now uhuh
Geek until the sun down uhuh

I been tryna just keep my composure
I been tryna just stay calm
I been tryna just stay strong
I been too high bitch I'm gone
And I just been too fly in the zone
Keeping that fye, when I'm on the road
And I got that good gas on me yuh
Is it too late to right my wrongs?
It's never too late 3x
They wanna just eat off my plate
But I cannot ever go out that way
No I cannot ever fold hit his face
My niggas they on go, catch a case
I'm taking her dam soul, leave a trace
I been geeking, too high outer space
I just been geeking too much
Get up out your feelings too much
Pop another pill and boot up
Ion even gotta do much, to
Send him up to heaven, Buddha
Boot up with God, I been geeking
I been on the X, I been tweaking
You want me to love you, what's the reason
Ima up it and fire, choppa get to the squeezing

geek2much prod. dav!

twinflame @ neiren! <3

Lyrics:

I can never fold, I can never switch
Ima up this pole right up in his shit
Ima up the score put him in a spliff
Never coming home put him in a ditch
And I been with the bro, twinflame
Lately I been going insane
Choppa cut his throat sensei
I can never go, hit his brain
And I been in my own dam lane
Working up a storm for the cake
If a nigga reach hit his face
Fuck it guess he dying for the chain
Fuck it guess he dying for the watch
Pussy nigga go and catch a stain
Flying private going state to state
Ima get the money fuck the fame

Nothings ever gonna stay the same
Going up they gotta know my name
Diamonds on me Kunta Kinte
Did alot of shit I can't say
Pussy nigga said he want the smoke
Fuck it guess he gon catch a flame
Running to the money relay
Running to the money you late

Getting super high, relapse
Waking up to money relaxed
Hit him in his top, feel that
Get that nigga gone get him for the racks
Keep on talking down put him in a pack
Money feeling long, moving like it's Shaq
Hit him with the fye now he moving flat
Hit him in his eye how he shooting back
Geeking to the sky, moving to the beat
She gonn come around, freaky in the sheets
Hit him with some rounds leave that boy deceased
Sit that nigga down we gon hit delete
Smoking on this za got me feeling geeked
Gotta get the dub never feel defeat
Never going back never go retreat
Never going back that's for the weak

I can never fold, I can never switch
Ima up this pole right up in his shit
Ima up the score put him in a spliff
Never coming home put him in a ditch
And I been with the bro, twinflame
Lately I been going insane
Choppa cut his throat sensei
I can never go, hit his brain
And I been in my own dam lane
Working up a storm for the cake
If a nigga reach hit his face
Fuck it guess he dying for the chain
Fuck it guess he dying for the watch
Pussy nigga go and catch a stain
Flying private going state to state
Ima get the money fuck the fame

Nothings ever gonna stay the same
Going up they gotta know my name
Diamonds on me Kunta Kinte
Did alot of shit I can't say
Pussy nigga said he want the smoke
Fuck it guess he gon catch a flame
Running to the money relay
Running to the money you late

twinflame! prod. neiren! x swisha

she's the one!¿ prod. jayc

Lyrics:

I'm fenna dive in her panties yuh
I get her wet like its raining yuh
I get you cropped out the painting yuh
We send you down right to Hades yuh
We send you down right to Satan yuh
I geek alot no debating yuh
The za got me fading yuh
We going up ain't no waiting here

The bitch said she one of one
The bitch said she one of one
The bitch said she wanna run away with me
The bitch said she wanna fuck
I might be falling in love
I can't fall for none of these scrubs
I just sit back and maintain yuh
I'm fenna dive in her panties yuh
I get her wet like its raining yuh
I get you cropped out the painting yuh
We send you down right to Hades yuh
We send you down right to Satan yuh
I geek alot no debating yuh
The za got me fading yuh
We going up ain't no waiting here

Trigger finger on this fye
Push up on me then you die fr
And I'm just tryna make you mine
You just gotta give me time fr
Been ignoring all the signs
Cuz you really been a dime fr
I don't really know what love is
But for you I don't really mind fr
I don't really fking mind fr
I been geeking out my mind fr
I just wanna see you shine fr
The love got me feeling blind fr
You got me looking for better days oh god
You got a nigga to change his ways oh my
I up the stick ima let it flame on god
I up the stick ima let it bang oh my

The bitch said she one of one
The bitch said she one of one
The bitch said she wanna run away with me
The bitch said she wanna fuck
I might be falling in love
I can't fall for none of these scrubs
I just sit back and maintain yuh
I'm fenna dive in her panties yuh
I get her wet like its raining yuh
I get you cropped out the painting yuh
We send you down right to Hades yuh
We send you down right to Satan yuh
I geek alot no debating yuh
The za got me fading yuh
We going up ain't no waiting here
I'm fenna dive in her panties yuh
I get her wet like its raining yuh
I get you cropped out the painting yuh
We send you down right to Hades yuh
We send you down right to Satan yuh
I geek alot no debating yuh
The za got me fading yuh
We going up ain't no waiting here

1 of 1 prod. jayc

get da green. prod. solsol

lyrics:

up the chop, make em do a backflip
up the knock, hit him for the capping
outside, niggas they aint active
we gonn slide leave him in the past tense
ima slide put him in that trunk
nd I got ya bitch really pulling up
you know we gonn slime him out for the dub
I been geeking from midnight to the sun
get the green nigga like I'm Ben 10
I been skrtin off in that fucking benz
she give good brain really heaven sent
you been turning me into a better man
I been rocking chrome with the vetements
Ima get that bread off the back end
he talk on the net nigga stop the cappin
he talk on the set niggas get to clappin

she some fine shit with an accent
all these bitches come in different colors
he switch on the gang no he not my brother
I be swerving through lanes never out of trouble
this good gas got me seeing double
I just beat his ass leave him in a puddle
thought you had my back thought we had eachother
if he spin back burst em like a bubble
flee the scene on em
got a new glock with a beam on it
lemme test it
she look good but I want her bestfriend
got these 2 hoes in my guest bed
get the money before' I touch my death bed
titties on the drac' get that nigga breast fed
good za, moving like the walking dead
no lie, draco get him well fed

up the chop, make em do a backflip
up the knock, hit him for the capping
outside, niggas they aint active
we gonn slide leave him in the past tense
ima slide put him in that trunk
nd I got ya bitch really pulling up
you know we gonn slime him out for the dub
I been geeking from midnight to the sun
get the green nigga like I'm Ben 10
I been skrtin off in that fucking benz
she give good brain really heaven sent
you been turning me into a better man
I been rocking chrome with the vetements
Ima get that bread off the back end
he talk on the net nigga stop the cappin
he talk on the set niggas get to clappin
get the green nigga like Ben Tennyson
I been skrtin off in that fucking benz
she give good brain really heaven sent
you been turning me into a better man
I been rocking chrome with the vetements
Ima get that bread off the back end
he talk on the net nigga stop the cappin
he talk on the set niggas get to clappin

ben10 prod. solsol

glokk. prod. kvma bkaaay.xo jotavaulted

lyrics:

Glock40 spaz hit his face
I just wanna laugh to the bank
Run up he gonn' die meet his fate
Geekin' on this za outer space
Playing with the stick, get that boy erased
Who he talking to? Run up in his base
Ima flee the scene, never leave the trace
Fuck it pop a bean, ima do the race
Glock40 spaz in this bitch
Fuck it I'm gonn' die for this shit
Bag up on his head get him hit
If you get the bread she submit
Choppa make him do the tango
Hit him in his legs hit the folks
Paint her face ain't talking Van Gogh
She gonn' eat me up like mango

This stick on my hip Ima go commando
Get to chopping shit up like I'm Rambo
Ima keep on dumping never out of ammo
Hopping out with all black of the phantom
My pockets fat as hell call it Fanum
I been breaking heart took that shit for ransom
If it's not bout the money nigga I won't answer
Hopping out the cut turn him to a dancer
AP Skeleton
You got your bitch in Shein, I got that lil bitch in vetements
Fuck it Ima pop a bean, the drugs I take it like medicine
Ima geek up high like a pelican
Ima pop these percs for adrenaline
Keep a drac' on me like a veteran
Mixing lean with the za, cook me up a specimen
I been geeking
I been seeking
For these opp niggas get to tweaking
Them 762's hit his body get to leaking
The stick got the aimbot I been cheating
I don't want the pussy keep on eating
I just want the money stack it to the ceiling
But she got that good brain give me healing
And my shooter got perfect aim get to bleeding

Glock40 spaz hit his face
I just wanna laugh to the bank
Run up he gonn' die meet his fate
Geekin' on this za outer space
Playing with the stick, get that boy erased
Who he talking to? Run up in his base
Ima flee the scene, never leave the trace
Fuck it pop a bean, ima do the race
Glock40 spaz in this bitch
Fuck it I'm gonn' die for this shit
Bag up on his head get him hit
If you get the bread she submit
Choppa make him do the tango
Hit him in his legs hit the folks
Paint her face ain't talking Van Gogh
She gonn' eat me up like mango
Glock40 spaz in this bitch
Fuck it I'm gonn' die for this shit
Bag up on his head get him hit
If you get the bread she submit
Choppa make him do the tango
Hit him in his legs hit the folks
Paint her face ain't talking Van Gogh
She gonn' eat me up like mango

van gogh prod. kvma bkaaay.xo jotavaulted

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