LYRICS: 

(what? whoa)
Got bitches on my line, they waiting; it's a queue
Sex with yo girl, lights off; she a 2 (uh)
Lying ass thot, it's the truth 
What it do? 
Got bad bitches, tell me what it do
So I pull up with a mac, we gunning for your squad (pop, pop)
Hoe with a fat ass, make that shit drop(uh)
Hollow point tips, and that infrared beam
9mm. 12 shots for your team
So I pull up inna all black whip, imma let it rip
Take the racks; money and the guap, then imma dip 
Fleeing from the scene and I'm gone
350z, ass ate up her thong
Bitch imma hit it from the back
Make her rotate, then I do it like that (uh)
Chop up the snakes, they're getting dismembered 
Blood on my face, the last thing they remember

shiesty mask -(open)- || prod. Qrystral & Gosha ||

LYRICS: 

(what? whoa)
Got bitches on my line, they waiting; it's a queue
Sex with yo girl, lights off; she a 2 (uh)
Lying ass thot, it's the truth 
What it do? 
Got bad bitches, tell me what it do
So I pull up with a mac, we gunning for your squad (pop, pop)
Hoe with a fat ass, make that shit drop(uh)
Hollow point tips, and that infrared beam
9mm. 12 shots for your team

So I pull up inna all black whip, imma let it rip
Take the racks; money and the guap, then imma dip 
Fleeing from the scene and I'm gone
350z, ass ate up her thong
Bitch imma hit it from the back
Make her rotate, then I do it like that (uh)
Chop up the snakes, they're getting dismembered 
Blood on my face, the last thing they remember

Going in, ion care; its that do or die
Emo Bitches all about that suicide 
Solo-Dolo to the end, no "you and I"
Got that hoe wet like a "slip n slide"
She a bad bitch in a shiesty mask
Bust on her face, she can't see; its a blind attack
Burning all these bridges, I ain't never gonna let 'em past
Got a vendetta so bitch we gon' run it back (uh)
Feel like I'm love; imma make you a hashtag
Choppa named "Bravo", sorry you ain't know that?
Ghetto bitch, she my slime, she my Rug Rat 
At Nike-Outlet, where the plugs at?
Bullet proof vest if he talkin' too much
Pussy ass niggas yeah all 'em munch
Fucked on your ex, then I took her to brunch
She slide in my DM's just craving for touch
Yeah taking it slow, we do it slow motion
I'll spread her right open, I'll drown in her ocean yeah
Watching my step when I'm up in the function 
Too much head, she got a concussion
She says that I'm better than the rest 
Tat on my wrist and tat on my neck 
Silent your bro, imma put him to rest
And I'm eating her out then I'll ask for the check 

Got bitches on my line, they waiting; it's a queue
Sex with yo girl, lights off; she a 2 (uh)
Lying ass thot, it's the truth 
What it do? 
Got bad bitches, tell me what it do
So I pull up with a mac, we gunning for your squad (pop, pop)
Hoe with a fat ass, make that shit drop(uh)
Hollow point tips, and that infrared beam
9mm. 12 shots for your team

shiesty mask - MY VERSION

ty tae for being on another song ik u love me.

tydiego X tae - polar guap (ON ALL PLATS)

LYRICS:

(what? whoa)
Got bitches on my line, they waiting; it's a queue
Sex with yo girl, lights off; she a 2 (uh)
Lying ass thot, it's the truth
What it do?
Got bad bitches, tell me what it do
So I pull up with a mac, we gunning for your squad (pop, pop)
Hoe with a fat ass, make that shit drop(uh)
Hollow point tips, and that infrared beam
9mm. 12 shots for your team

So I pull up inna all black whip, imma let it rip
Take the racks; money and the guap, then imma dip
Fleeing from the scene and I'm gone
350z, ass ate up her thong
Bitch imma hit it from the back
Make her rotate, then I do it like that (uh)
Chop up the snakes, they're getting dismembered
Blood on my face, the last thing they remember

Going in, ion care; its that do or die
Emo Bitches all about that suicide
Solo-Dolo to the end, no "you and I"
Got that hoe wet like a "slip n slide"
She a bad bitch in a shiesty mask
Bust on her face, she can't see; its a blind attack
Burning all these bridges, I ain't never gonna let 'em past
Got a vendetta so bitch we gon' run it back (uh)
Feel like I'm LUV; imma make you a hashtag
Choppa named "Bravo", sorry you ain't know that?
Ghetto bitch, she my slime, she my Rug Rat
At Nike-Outlet, where the plugs at?
Bullet proof vest if he talkin' too much
Pussy ass niggas yeah all 'em munch
Fucked on your ex, then I took her to brunch
She slide in my DM's just craving for touch
Yeah taking it slow, we do it slow motion
I'll spread her right open, I'll drown in her ocean yeah
Watching my step when I'm up in the function
Too much head, she got a concussion
She says that I'm better than the rest
Tat on my wrist and tat on my neck
Silent your bro, imma put him to rest
And I'm eating her out then I'll ask for the check

Got bitches on my line, they waiting; it's a queue
Sex with yo girl, lights off; she a 2 (uh)
Lying ass thot, it's the truth
What it do?
Got bad bitches, tell me what it do
So I pull up with a mac, we gunning for your squad (pop, pop)
Hoe with a fat ass, make that shit drop(uh)
Hollow point tips, and that infrared beam
9mm. 12 shots for your team

shiesty mask ✩‧₊˚⁀➷ [prod. Qrystral & Gosha] (ON ALL PLATS)

Cutie! [Prod Shenrxn] *OUT NOW ON ALL PLATS*

(Fuck shit, man) 

Balling wit my lonely, niggas counterfeit 
They some clones, they some phonies, 10k on the fit
Take a flick, take her for a trip, steppin' thru the function 
With this blick, keep it on my hip, all white Nike tick 

(Gra gra) 
I got 50 bands, yeah, yeah 
(Gra gra) 
Shawty I'm yo mans, ay, uh 
I got 50 problems, and money never solved them 
I got 50 "bitches", different digits, I ain't call them 

Can't you see I be busy 
Out wit the gang, I ride wit my twizzy
Top side I feel like I'm Drizzy
Shawty gon smoke and choke on kizzy, yeah, yeah

Why you capping? Who you fooling? 
I got shawty bending, she ecstatic, she be drooling 
Always keep it hot, but never drop, 'cause I be cooling 
I been getting wins, but I stay humble when I'm losing 
Got me feeling crazy every time that she be moving 
Now we making movement 
Put me on the map, and now they choosing 

Keep some Prada’s on my feet 
Chain swang, witha off white tee
Ain't no one gon' copy my steez 
Counting M's that be growing on trees, yeah

I be asking, "Where the competition?", yeah 
If she wants some jeans; drop a K on some true religion 
20/20 vision, full precision, yeah 
I be counting racks, GTA, this is a mission, yeah, I ain't coming back
Imma spark a blunt, and she a runt, always so diminishing 
She can take her time, there ain't no need to go finish yet 

(Gra gra) 
Too many damn decisions, yeah, yeah
(Gra gra) 
I wonder if they listening, yeah

I stay on my grind, its only time for me; start blowing up 
Shout out to Eem Triplin and to $not, they the real ones  

Balling wit my lonely, niggas counterfeit 
They some clones, they some phonies, 10k on the fit
Take a flick, take her for a trip, steppin' thru the function 
With this blick, keep it on my hip, all white Nike tick 

(Gra gra) 
I got 50 bands, yeah, yeah 
(Gra gra) 
Shawty I'm yo mans, ay, uh 
I got 50 problems, and money never solved them 
I got 50 "bitches", different digits, I ain't call them

Ballin w/ My Lonely (BWML) - prod. Cxrtier v2 [ALL PLATS]

archive acc; almost all the songs are ass 😭

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ty for 300 🖤
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