beat by - kustomize
mix, fx, and lyrics by - futurestackss

lyrics:

strapped with the draco sippin on pineapple faygo
doubled my money making deals, that's how it goes
hopped all these hurdles, real rare, u ain't in our circle
heavy smoking on this kush and of it all is so purple
heavy smoking on this kush and of it all is so purple
all these bullets gonna pierce right thru your skull
dri-drinking tussin this shit got me feeling hollowed
drugs in my pockets yeah and they're all getting sold
we real rare clique, leave u six feet under, cold

strapped with the draco sippin on pineapple faygo
doubled my money making deals, that's how it goes
hopped all these hurdles, real rare, u ain't in our circle

hea-heavy smoking on this kush and of it all is so purple
hea-heavy smoking on this kush and of it all is so purple
heavy smoking on this kush and of it all is so purple
heavy smoking on this kush and of it all is so purple
heavy smoking on this kush and of it all is so purple

purple kush (kustomize)

{2K25} RED EYES - KUSTOMIZE X CAPRISON {PROD. KUSTOMIZE} #RRC #REALRARECLIQUE ALL PLATS SOON

prod. swaggaholix

lyrics:

im sipping codeine like it's coca-cola
imma take my glock and hit him right in his shoulda'
imma take my spot and leave him right in a coma
i don't even know why i just be a fucking souljah
imma ta- imma take my glock and hit him right in his shoulda'
imma take my spot and leave him right in a coma
i don't even know why i just be a fucking souljah

im sipping codeine like it's coca-cola
imma take my glock and hit him right in his shoulda'
imma take my spot and leave him right in a coma
i don't even know why i just be a fucking souljah
so many ladies with me they call me casanova
fakes all running they mouth, saying this, that, and the other
had to end him, had a wire he was undercova'
might run him over like drake and josh did to oprah
me and my ice we shine so bright like supernova
i got dirty money hidden inside of my sofa
i just might call your girl and tell her to come drive over
we smoking loud, rolling round in a range rover
never ever sober, i'm the world's biggest stoner
i'm laughing through the pain like i'm the motherfucking joker
i might just have to poke her, and then i'll make her throat hurt
just remember one bullet it's over (yah)

casanova (swaggaholix)

prod. jane cocaine and mikejam!

lyrics:

kustomize:
i get 2 the money, it ain’t really nuthin
bitch I got the swag yeah, you can catch me stuntin
you can see me ballin out yeah, in my jumpman
when I pull up to the spot don’t you get to running
i like coutin money, drugs got me feelin funny
smoking on some wax i just ate a shroom gummy
i don’t trust nobody, u don’t really love me
don’t try to dap me yea bitch don’t fuckin touch me
b-bitch I like to rap, all I speak is facts
i got what you need HMU I got packs
chillin with my bro i’m posted up with stackss
double r c yeah we really bout them racks
hit you with a combo, you should check my stats
i can’t fw lame shit i’m not doing that

stackss:
chopper break you apart like a kit kat
growing weed plants posted up at the fuckin trap
need to hear about bands if we gonna chat
they runnin 'round wondering how stackss did that
we gunning up your pad, ain't got time for plans
and yo bitch hit me back cuz she know im bad
it's so fucking sad, that you bitches mad
it don't matter how i got these racks i'm glad
you dickriders always hopping on my swag
wasting your time man, you are just a fad
never ever gonna have what i have
never ever gonna have the stash full of cash
steady smoking on the top, top shelf grass
you're dumb, i can tell you was skipping class
you ain't in first homie you are dead last
hoes worship me, they coming en masse
we hitting bong rips, exotic gas
at this rate i'm past stoned, i'm smashed

posted up feat. kustomize (jane cocaine and mikejam!)

prod. nekit6ix

lyrics:
dirty in my cup, clean on the fit
my phone jumpin, we scheming in this bih
got so many racks in my jeans, the seam might split
feds on the lookout, bitch be quiet, shh
money so good i'll never quit, just sold a pack and ten mo' fucking zips
digits in my bank account, bands in my pocket
tint won't matter cuz my gun look like a rocket
i got two dracos with me hoe i'm guarded
i got five stars like gta, i'm wanted
never gon do this as good as me, just stop it
caught so many bodies i just might be haunted

i got two bricks with me, cuz these hoes need their blow
they askin stackss how he did that, ioneven know
im finding so many ways to get to this dough
bitch im gonna trap today into tomorr-
tra-trap today into tomorrow

my wrist so pro, yeah that shit glows
up em' with the stick, yeah he fuckin froze
real rare clique you don't run with my bro's
talkin that shit but you won't pull up hoe

dirty in my cup, clean on the fit
my phone jumpin, we scheming in this bih
got so many racks in my jeans, the seam might split
feds on the lookout, bitch be quiet, shh
yeah bitch be quiet, shh
yeah bitch be quiet, shh

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