Envy (Prod. Anthonyramxs)

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produced by isaiahsxx



Lyrics:

This hoe did me so bad word to bro its fucked up

no I cannot stress no ho I just get my funds up

bitch I'm in that 2x2 wit tay so please don't run up

told him he don't want smoke this choppa sing Madonna

(yuh)

I don't want no problems

lotta sons ian no father

told her I dont want wahala

bitch I don’t got time for drama

my hoe she so nasty I put dick up in her belly yuh

call up my 2 hoes they gon pull up the telly yuh

2 man had to get my bestie right

2 whites hoes on coke could call em betty white

bitch im the it I feel like pennywise

call up lit he slide with 4’s and 9’s

this bitch a demon no I can't deny,

cant love a hoe this chop stay by my side

This hoe did me so bad word to bro it's fucked up

no I can't stress no ho I just get my funds up

bitch I'm in that 2x2 wit tay so please don't run up

told him he don't want smoke this choppa sing Madonna

(yuh)

I don't want no problems

lotta sons ian no father

told her I dont want wahala

bitch I don’t got time for drama

Stressed (Prod Isaiah)

Tether Ft. Velli

Toxic ft 6evermir (Prod. Ydustin & Wydkimbo)

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Lyrics
 (haha ni*gas like to envy)

Bad hoes that I f*ck on 
I'm tryna get real right
man her p*ssy so good
swear I got her dumb tight
fuck my hoe I cheat on her
she might be the dumb type
flexing like I'm Armstrong
balling like I'm Glen rice

(yea uh) keep a stick I won't fight
(yea uh) bad lil ho* got good pipe
(yea uh) g2 take his damn light
(yea uh) jugg that boy we take his life
Lil b*tch I ball hard, ye that's why these n*ggas envy
still, shop at Walmart
in my pants b*tch i tote a semi
jeans built like Paul Blart
eating good I cannot munch on fast food that, sh*t is subpar
I get fly like a dove 
got bad b*tch's tryna f*ck me yea
got red on red its in my cup 
I grew up sipping muddy bruh
i just want yo money bruh
hell no we can't lock in 
ya FQ is pending ya
B*tch don't call me twin that's ong I'm not yo buddy ya
F*ck this ho once she gone in a minute
I done made 10 band shoutouts to kinden
say he gone jugg me boy is you kidding
he wanna talk down don't know I'm with it
(ya) don't make me up on this Smith en
did what i had to never a villain
I'm too high above the ceiling
holes in his head look like krillin
with my jugg team get too wicked
tell that boy shut up he better listen
I put a band on his head cus he's kitten (p*ssy)

Bad hoes that I f*ck on 
I'm tryna get real right
man her p*ssy so good
swear I got her dumb tight
fuck my hoe I cheat on her
she might be the dumb type
flexing like I'm Armstrong
balling like I'm Glen rice (yea uh)

Envy 2 (Prod. Viro)

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Lyrics:
f*ck, keep a trey 5 on my hip the b*tch gon slump him
say he gon slide he not on sh*t, screaming out f*ck him
spot an opp and then the car get flipped, be ready to dust em, 
life getting hard so i smoke me a cig, take one for noggin

i’m with lil tay we turn nun to something
i keep a pole lil b*tch, you know i’m clutching
my n*ggas ready to go, ready to bust in (ya home)
b*tch just, b*tch juh leave me (lone)
someone tell that boy he dead broke
for my gang stay 10 toes
50 bullets leave him dead bro
i cant trust no damn h*e
if she  the line then i won’t go
I keep sticks like Rambo
Bullet holes through his head bro

f*ck, keep a trey 5 on my hip the b*tch gon slump him
say he gon slide he not on sh*t, screaming out f*ck him
spot an opp and then the car get flipped, be ready to dust em, 
life getting hard so I smoke me a cig, take one for noggin

I’m with lil tay we turn nun to something
i keep a pole lil b*tch, you know i’m clutching
my n*ggas ready to go, ready to bust in (ya home)
b*tch just, b*tch juh leave me (lone)

Rambo (Prod. Violetnight & Bmud)

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Lyrics
Tote a drake finna hit him up
Taleeq pull up he coming in clutch
p*ssy talking we shutting him up (we shutting him up)
I'm tryna cop a Richard Millie, thought I wasn't gon be up b*tch you silly
love my bruddas the ones who slidin wimme

bad b*tches hella h*es 
walk out crib im clutching pole
f*ck the cat I'm rolls
b*tch I stay on 10 wont fold
need 10k for my shows
money coming watch it flow
money thumbing watch it grow yuh
do this sh*t for all my bros

I got hella money b*tch I bossed up
Man these n*ggas they suck they be washed up
I be feenin itching to go pop sumn
yuh brodie keep that gun tuck
kill a n*gga hit the ponpon
hang wit real shooters they say wagwan
b*tch you talk on mine you get knocked off
n*ggas my clones b*tch they my sons
lost my boy to these drugs he be itching
Man these n*ggas be fake they like switching
boy these n*ggas my sons they be printed
soundin like me is all on they wishlist
Ballin hard I'm allergic missing 
talking down you get turned to a victim
chop on my side i bet its gon kill him
that's yo bro then ong you go with em

Tote a drake finna hit him up
Taleeq pull up he coming in clutch
p*ssy talking we shutting him up (we shutting him up)
I'm tryna cop a Richard Millie, thought I wasn't gon be up b*tch you silly
love my bruddas the ones who slidin wimme

bad b*tches hella h*es 
walk out crib I'm clutching pole
f*ck the cat I'm rolls
b*tch I stay on 10 wont fold
need 10k for my shows
money coming watch it flow
money thumbing watch it grow yuh
do this sh*t for my bros

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