If he got a problem then he will solve it with my niggas
I pull out the stick then he goin' know that its a stick up
I fucked that bitch, eat that pussy just for dinner
Once I'm finished, imma pass her to my nigga
If he got a problem then he will solve it with my niggas
I pull out the stick then he goin' know that its a stick up
I fucked that bitch, eat that pussy just for dinner
Once I'm finished, imma pass her to my nigga
Just like all my condoms in my wallet, bitch I'm strapped
I like that cheese, money trees I attract
Most hated be the gang, my opp my biggest fan
Mobbing heavy with the boys, go stupid with the clan
Pull up with some mobsticks
I need all my cash, finna chop it like some chopsticks
I don't think I'm toxic
Either way, I know you like the way my cock hits
That bad bad ass bitch, she want me looking so exotic
Sloppy toppy she gave me, so erotic
If he got a problem then he will solve it with my niggas
I pull out the stick then he goin' know that its a stick up
I fucked that bitch, eat that pussy just for dinner
Once I'm finished, imma pass her to my nigga
If he got a problem then he will solve it with my niggas
I pull out the stick then he goin' know that its a stick up
I fucked that bitch, eat that pussy just for dinner
Once I'm finished, imma pass her to my nigga

PROBLEM (Feat. odd) [Prod. odd]

LETS FUCKINGGGG GO INSANEEEEE BITCH ! 😡

KURT KOBAIN/SWAGMUSIKK

The Heart Chant W/ Solo.Sae

CULLINAN [PROD. WAV.CARTEL]

Shouldbeyuang - No Reception (extended version )

“STOP THAT SHII” FT FICZ (PROD REYFREEZ)

Yeah
Young Soldier
Yeah
This how I'm coming (for real)
Flow make me sick to the stummy
Now all my numbers is running (Laps)
Now all my bitches is coming
I made a K off of flipping a hundred (I did)
I see a opp and I stun him
Fuck him up and then go dummy
Fuck him up and then go wild
I give her dick and she smile (mmh-mmh)
I paint her face with my children
She looking after my child (she is)
Really I came from the jungle
She treat my dick like a vine (mmh-mmh)
Militant, look in my eye
I'm not the regular kind (Young Soldier)

I'm not your-
(Young Soldier)
I'm not your regular guy (I am not)
She didn't want me before I performed, now she tryna see me on live (mmh-mmh)
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch I'm on form and this isn't FIFA online
Fuck with a Soldier, Indeed you'll die
Militant she can't believe her eyes (oh-oh)
Heaven sent, never where evil lies
It's evident, I am a fiend for Christ (uh-huh)
Remember when I used to dream
Bout Being the guy, I guess I achieved I
Young Soldier I live my life
(Don't worry bout me)
And I live it right
Fuck on a ho and change her life
Feel like a dawg out a cage, Ight!

(I feel like a dawg, dawg) Young Soldier
(Mmh-mmh)
Yeah, This how I'm coming (for real)
Flow make me sick to the stummy
Now all my numbers is running
Now all my bitches is coming
I made a K off of flipping a hundred (I did)
I see a opp and I stun him
Fuck him up and then go dummy
Fuck him up and then go wild
I give her dick and she smile (mmh-mmh)
I paint her face with my children
She looking after my child (she is)
Really I came from the jungle
She treat my dick like a vine (mmh-mmh)
Militant, look in my eye
I'm not the regular kind (Young Soldier)

Militant Flow

Chorus 
My new phone don’t ring 
My new phone go 
My new phone don’t ring 
My new phone go uhhhh 

My new phone don’t ring 
My new phone go 
My new phone don’t ring 

Verse 1 

New phone who this 
She tryna link im out the country 
Bitch you stupid clueless 
Shitting on em 
I ain’t sparing non 
I’m stupid ruthless 
Got no baggage got no carry on 
Just the blueprint 
Bitch I’m gliding through the marathon 
Baby Cupid 

40 days 
40 nights 
Jesus piece 
Spoke to god 
God told me step on till them shoes is creased 
Outta spite talk on me 
Didn’t sign a lease I’m living free 
Bum niggas with their bum bitches ain’t a threat to me 

Yeah you was never on you fell of your mama couch 
Yeah I was serving shlong fucked her at her mama house 
Yeah on you’re bitch’s phone 
Probably in your mama mouth 
Yeah yeah drummer boy 
Okay okay air it out 

Okay okay foreign blood 
Brand new swank 
Brand new beast 
Tec the fleece 
Creeper calling they gone have to pray for peace
Okay okay BTS
I’m in the green room counting P’s 
Told that hoe don’t count on me 
Im bound to leave 
You bound to see

Chorus 
My new phone don’t ring 
My new phone go 
My new phone don’t ring 
My new phone go uhhhh 

My new phone don’t ring 
My new phone go 
My new phone don’t ring 
My new phone go 

Verse 2 

Didn’t my ex not call my phone after she saw me on that screen 
Didn’t that boy not hit my phone after he saw who fuck with me 
Didn’t I do just what I said , highly ordained not luckily 
Didn’t I fuck em again after they claimed it’s done for me 

Y’all gone make me 
Y’all gone make me grab the pen again 
Coldest out here 
Coldest out here I’m the weather man 
We don’t see you 
We don’t see you Bitch you shadow banned 
Sucks to be you 
Y’all gone follow like my shadow Damn 

I gotta get to it quick , I’m in the lobby 
Trench coat ,hoodie on 
Partner just bought a new stick, no more sorry’s
Leave your fists at home

Phone Don't Ring

Ugh
Lemme start this shit
This is a big body
You can't drive, drive, drive, drive
Bitch gimme lip and then dip
Walk outside the crib
Bitch on my dick and she slim
This is how, how, how, how

Welcome to the game
Player 1
Ready
Player 2
Ready
Press
Press
Start

Ugh
Lemme start this shit
This is a big body
You can't drive this whip
Bitch gimme lip and then dip
Walk outside the crib
Bitch on my dick and she slim
This is how I live
I walk around with a clip
This is not a film
Iron on the muh-fucking bench
This is not the gym
Spit of the muh-fucking top
Of my chilly chin
Evil ass muh-fucking thots in my residence

I walk inside of this bitch like the president
Rock hard as fuck
When I spit, I can taste cement
Brain, gimme top to my head I need Intelligence
Optometrist, Bitch I keep me a fucking lens
Huh
I'm in a fucking Benz
Yeah that's me in your fucking ends
Messing with me, that's something I don't recommended
Hi, my name Nash,
I ain't kind, Bitch I'm Kaio-Ken

Welcome to the glitch
Chris tuck the bands, two, three
Palms got the itch
I shoot my shot it's a blitz
I got aim assist
I'd skin the snake for the suit
I'm the Basilisk
Jumped off the perch, early bird
Bitch I'm fly again
Geeked off the (Whistle) What's the word?
Let me try again
She asked me if I'm single, I say "I got friends"
Pop that nana right
I might fuck again
I might fuck before the show
Head start
Where your neck end?
Let your girl fuck, ah
Brand new best friend
Chyea, ch, ch, chyea, chyea, chyea
Watch the whip go Pyoom!
Bih at my crib, FaceTime
We can't meet on zoom
This life we live, Taboo
This is not Cocoon
Seven seven seven hoes in here
I can pick and choose

Ugh
Lemme start this shit
This is a big body
You can't drive this whip
Bitch gimme lip and then dip
Walk outside the crib
Bitch on my dick and she slim
This is how I live
I walk around with a clip
This is not a film
Iron on the muh-fucking bench
This is not the gym
Spit of the muh-fucking top
Of my chilly chin
Evil ass muh-fucking thots in my residence

Lemme start this shit
Lemme start this shit
Lemme start this shit
Lemme start this shit

Press Start!

Press Start! feat. PatricKxxLee

produced by : modd texxx & alexinthematrix
mixed/mastered by : txurus, shizze & blxckie
artwork by : don cairo

“STOP THAT SHII” FT FICZ (PROD REYFREEZ)

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