mel x a0shc sam n cat (f4tefull)

idgaf where Im at ima smoke a blunt or 2 

Bitch Ian gon pass the blunt if I don’t fw you

We keep it heavy with a tooly in a coupe

Bitch I be gettin high & i get that money 2

They know where i’m at 

They boutta have a heart attack

They know where i’m at 

 They all broke as fuck & hella sad


Yeah We it’s boutta shut there lights out 

I punch like im tyson bih they gon tap out

Celly cel will be playin yea it’s goin down

I dont really give a fuck what u on about


They know how im livin im a real bastard

Ya i be seein all dat hate & i never cared

Imma be making sure dat ur never there

Ya we’ll spin yo block wit glocks inna air 

Laughin to the bank, you hate on me, but your bitch might faint 
I got too much fucking money I don’t know what to say
I got glass eyes they red as fuck, look like I been sniffin paint 
Scores up this year like look at me I’m goin hard in the paint 
I’m ballin just like Harden bitch, I ain’t gon’ miss a shot that I take 
Me and my boy bubba smokin bubba yeah bitch we always puffin the dank 
And this bitch got a bubble butt I fell in love with her, yeah I just hit her today 
Bitch you know I’m at the top of my game 
I took your ho’ at a baseball game
I took the top up off my coupe yeah I blew his head off, call it Kurt Cobain 
Fuckin’ these hoes and I ain’t married bitch yeah, you know I’m fornicatin’ 
Blowin‘ shit up just like a terrorist, when I go tourin’ these bitches surely waitin’
You stuck at home you can’t even afford your payments, can’t even bring home the bacon 
Your bitch stayin’ at home, she waiting for me I said “say less”
If you owe you better pay me correct 
I got a bulletproof vest
I’m boutta up it and aim everything at your chest 
If you fuck wit my money you next 

(Hook 2)
They know where I’m at 
Boutta give these motherfuckers a heart attack

where i'm at ft. fullcourtpress p 3kreezz x manyfaces x extend0

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I just handle business
I could handle business
Could you delete my digits
She really want my digits
I said hold on mad man
They tryna take my bag man

Yea I can’t back that
You gotta back back
Yea I’m blowin up like Baghdad
Yea that’s why I’m blowin up like Maddmax
Yea that’s why I’m goin out like Batman

Flex on em flex on em flex on em flex on em

I’m the king of talkin shit I feel blessed on em
I’m the king of this music shit I’m the next goin under
Why they keep tryna move me bitch I’m the best of em

She like how I rock this shit
She like how I rock this shit
The Devil couldn’t rock this shit
Devil made me pop my shit
You can watch me pop my shit
I’m not pushin shit
Everyone act like bitches
I can’t trust these bitches

I said from the jump I been just puttin my soul in the music
It’s never enough baby I did did did never gone lose it
They runnin off off with they head they think issa movie

welcome prod. $yanic + wtrpddles

Kryptonite ft. Playja

is this the end?

prod @star
trust a bih 
no never again
put my head down in the rain
she suck me up got ksubi stained
u cant play me 
im not a lame
gone cut u off 
not one of dem
2020 my s class
big balla on niggas like cade n dem
im tryna fuck 
cant be your friend
bust nut in that hoe like m&m
foreign my drip 
i look like stands
2 nights on perks cant feel my hands
watch backdoor
might slime your mans
dont tell dem shit
might know your plan
im so high i might not land,
bitch i was broke on the plug i ran
hella sticks, big shit 
iran
i broke her heart why she keep crying
glocks on glocks 
these niggas dying 
boy hop outside u always hiding

iran

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we got hella sticks like gaza
left dat hoe im inlove wit fashion
we got whips
we push dat fast shit
hop on 10 on 10 we blasting
ian never give no fuck
bout these niggas
these racks come in different colors
bitch i swear
im a slut
im a slut 
im a slut
im a slut
bitch i cant be your lover
draco loud
dis bitch sounding like thunder
off rps & xans bitch i miss my lil brudda
hollon
i get a new hoe every summer
spend money on her man dat shi is a bummer
my racks getting taller & taller
stack dat lil shi up
push dat whip hit da corner
fuck dat hoe I done said dat i love her
balenci my sweater 
dat shit made of leather

slut

marceline my bitch
the way she suck me up
today i did a perc 
and yesterday i did another one
if 12 try ask me questions
swear to god 
bitch idk no one
balenci on my shoes
ksubi jeans
shit cost a honey bun
park the whip
dont cost too much
hoe back tf up
dont want crush
i put grabba in my blunt
hit twin up roll another one
im so high done touched the sun
hoe freaky she gon eat me up
bands came in like fucking zombie
gen got switch u betta duck
all my hoes they come in two
big bands they jumping out da roof
dk him boy who is u
flow sick bitch i done caught da flu
run your mouth hoe what it do
i swear im just tryna fuck on u
grab my phone right out da blue
"who is dis bitch" don't got no clue


zombieeee

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i get fucking checks
bitch ian een gotta tell
huh what
cant trust dem lil boys
dem niggas might just sell u 
what
pull up back2back
black truck
dis bitch a rentallllll
ice out pendent watch
iced out pendent watch
they tryna be us
bitch can't be us
got AR fully tucked
step out bags in the rental
wha bih eat my dick for dinner
yea get high so sentimental
yuh cant trust u hoe 
just get up
dont trust no bitch but my nina
big Fs but i fucked my teacher
tss so high bitch i hit da ceiling
tss so high bitch i hit da ceiling


hit da ceiling

tect

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