Ame - INTERVENE (feat. Thisis4you & 3c)

Jace! - IMAGE (feat. Zoe Banks

DiLo - WORLDS INTERLUDE

Osmkapo - GO CRAZY

sosskura - CAN’T TOUCH ME (feat. Elevated $horty)

MAGNETO (feat. Planet Puar & Cloverrr Thraxxx)

Northxan - NO STYLIST

Onlybino - PUSH TO START (feat. Majin TG)

PRIV
Here comes a new challenger
Commence primary ignition

Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Alexander McQueen, number 9 my jeans
Few thousand on my fit, woah, Gucci on my earlobes
Blowing up my phone, yeah, hit my cell back
Counting up racks, yeah, counting up racks
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah

Hundred stacks on the watch, hundred blocks on the dot
Ricky Ross, new whip, tennis shoes and the socks
I'm up in Secret City, yeah, that boy got that bling on
You better hit the phone them bricks selling like ringtones
I'm stepping out fresh, I'm stepping out clean
My nigga young mob the boy D.P.C.
When I'm up in the D, we gon' stunt like a dawg
My niggas dropped out of school, but we subject to ball
Don't worry bout the crackers, 'cause the crackers ain't sharp
How I'm looking in the phantom, bitch, you know that I'm the mob
See the grill in the front, might get the feeling to flaunt
Look how you feeling, Ricky Ross, I get a million a month
So mob, so mob, how I get it, so mob
Pulling up to the trap fresh off a blow job
Yeah them thousand dollar jeans, pussy nigga tell that
If you waiting on the side, boy just hit my cell back

Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Alexander McQueen, number 9 my jeans
Few thousand on my fit, woah, Gucci on my earlobes
Blowing up my phone, yeah, hit my cell back
Counting up racks, yeah, counting up racks
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah

I was just in NYC, flew back to the trap
Took a trip to get like this, I went to hell and back
I'm a Lone Ranger so I keep that nina in my bag
Fucked that bitch she got attached
I get dressed and gotta blast
Bitch, we first and never last
niggas act like we ain't in this shit
Diors on my feet I only rock that real expensive shit
Your bitch talking to me, nigga why you mad? I ain't even hit the bitch
He dropped some shit last week, that shit was trash, I told his ass to quit
Mmm, they turn me up I can't hold back
I'm on they ass for all the times that niggas turned they head and counted me out
Mmm, in all my raps I tell no lies
I really trapped, I was outside
A quiet storm, I had to work in the drought
Now they on my jag, now they hit me back
Been had that shit niggas was sleeping on, would you take a look at that
Now I walk around with cash, I can see why niggas mad
Still got numbers on them Ps, bitch, just him my cell back

Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Alexander McQueen, number 9 my jeans
Few thousand on my fit, woah, Gucci on my earlobes
Blowing up my phone, yeah, hit my cell back
Counting up racks, yeah, counting up racks
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah
Hit my cell back, yeah

Rick Ross - Hit My Cell Back (feat. K-Rich & Okdeazy) [Prod. @stuinthestu @whereispriv @screwstache]

Kingston!
She just wanna get high
Pop one, yeah, she might pop two
Hit me by the late night
After two, girl, you know I’m coming through
Shawty, I’ma get right
Girl, you know what I’m tryna do
I ain’t got all night
I’ma show you what this boy can do, do, do, woah
I’ma show you what this money can do, do, do, yeah
I’ma show you what this nigga can do, do, do, woah
I’ma show you what this money can do, do, do, yeah

I got a question
What do you know about passion?
Do you know that it trumps all?
It’s the feeling you don’t know what to call
NYE, but we don’t drop the ball
One on one, it’s me and you with those blue eyes
You know I love it when your chest sit just right
I wouldn’t ever get this close, but I just might
Yeah, I just might (break the golden rule for tonight)
Come on, girl, you can match my pace
Come on, girl, let’s just leave this place
No one else need to know, my baby
We can do it by ourselves, go crazy
Come on, girl, you can match my pace
Come on, girl, let’s just leave this place
No one else need to know, my baby
We can do it by ourselves, go crazy

Kingston!
She just wanna get high
Pop one, yeah, she might pop two
Hit me by the late night
After two, girl, you know I’m coming through
Shawty, I’ma get right
Girl, you know what I’m tryna do
I ain’t got all night
I’ma show you what this boy can do, do, do, woah
I’ma show you what this money can do, do, do, yeah
I’ma show you what this nigga can do, do, do, woah
I’ma show you what this money can do, do, do, yeah

I don’t wanna play nice
Tryna pull a fast one on me 
Time to get right
Shawty lookin classy, and poppin it all night 
Look, I’m tryna see if her shit tight 
But guess I gotta prove that I'm worth as much as your man is too
Is it even worth it, I'm tryna do all the little things that ya want just choose
But I fiending, barely sleeping over you 
Can’t wait to bust a move
I’m coming over later little after 2
I cancelled my plans for the night just for you 
And if you really want we can still get high 
Doesn’t really matter I won’t waste time 
I’m tryna share with you, 'cause you’re mine
One of kind make me lose my mind

Kingston!
She just wanna get high
Pop one, yeah, she might pop two
Hit me by the late night
After two, girl, you know I’m coming through
Shawty, I’ma get right
Girl, you know what I’m tryna do
I ain’t got all night
I’ma show you what this boy can do, do, do, woah
I’ma show you what this money can do, do, do, yeah
I’ma show you what this nigga can do, do, do, woah
I’ma show you what this money can do, do, do, yeah

Sean Kingston - Passion (feat. DiLo & SCUUBSTAR)

My 'vette burgundy, Hummer Snow White
And I bought them same day, true story, real life
See my white wrist, ice me out like a bitch
I got so much money I can ice my clique
Put ice on the bitch, put ice on my fist
See them diamonds on my rims, them some million dollar slims
I'm a cocaine chef, and I love myself
Waiting for Gucci to fall off, better hold your breath

See my dark look clear, Malibu look stealth
Got so much money I'ma ice my belt
See my dark look clear, Malibu look stealth
Got so much money I'ma ice my belt
See my dark look clear, Malibu look stealth
Got so much money I'ma ice my belt
See my dark look clear, Malibu look stealth
Got so much money I'ma ice my belt
Gucci

I'm outside, I'm toting 'Ks, I'm toting rockets
You wan' push up on Lapella, boy, you gon' get shot quick
I don't understand why they talk down, my chopper pop him
Caught that lil boy lacking so I'm finna go and rock him (huh)
I don't trust no thot (no), I ain't trust no ho (no)
Outside with a 'K, lil bro, I tote a pole
And I'm only 15, I'm chasing paper, I'm chasing the dough
That boy tryna run (run) from this beam, so we on the go (huh)
Bitch, I'm gon' hit your body
I can't tust no ho, trust no thot, trust no shawty
I'm smokin' on Za, might just go and take some molly
He wanna push up on Pat, we finna body him
(huh, huh huh)
Come outside, get your head blown
I put 24 on a headstone
And this beam finna aim for the bone
I don't like people, I'd rather be alone

See my dark look clear, Malibu look stealth
Got so much money I'ma ice my belt
See my dark look clear, Malibu look stealth
Got so much money I'ma ice my belt
See my dark look clear, Malibu look stealth
Got so much money I'ma ice my belt
See my dark look clear, Malibu look stealth
Got so much money I'ma ice my belt
Gucci

I got so much money, I'ma my ice my wrist (icy icy)
Bitch, I'm counting up chips
I got so much money, I could take your bitch, huh (yeah, yeah what)
Pull up in a M6, yeah
You know me, you know me, it's lil tuufy
Bitch, I'm dressing, bitch, I'm flexing, I'm with Gucci
Just try to top me, I'm a mountain, Yamaguchi
Bitch, I'm flowing like a river, Chattahoochee, huh
Uh, bitch, you can't stop me now
I'm in the slums, Sector 5, huh, Call me Cloud
Uh, I smoke that real loud
You can't step in here, members only, bitch, I feel like Danny Tow
Hundred thousand in this safe, I pull these racks out
Like I'm K.Dot, you don't like that I might crash out
Old money only, you know what these racks about
If you don't wanna meet this drac', I'll pull that Glocky out

See my dark look clear, Malibu look stealth
Got so much money I'ma ice my belt
See my dark look clear, Malibu look stealth
Got so much money I'ma ice my belt
See my dark look clear, Malibu look stealth
Got so much money I'ma ice my belt
See my dark look clear, Malibu look stealth
Got so much money I'ma ice my belt
Gucci

Gucci Mane - Ice My Belt (feat. pat & tuufs) [Prod. @stuinthestu @prodmilano @prodhazo @whereispriv]

D6andz & YNB 201 - HollowSkies (Memories) [Prod. @stuinthestu]

NYM Riz - LAX [Prod. @whereispriv @stuinthestu]

86 [Prod. @stuinthestu @whereispriv]

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