Teresso-Top Off

Top Off (Prod.Jae)

Teresso-Winter Soldier

Winter Soldier

Teress0-Straight From The Kid

Straight From The Kid

Teresso-Cross Eyed

Cross Eyed

Teresso-Jerk

Jerk

Teresso - To My G's

To My G's

Teresso-Colour Change

Colour Change

Teresso - Rackiez

Rackiez

5 Star

5 Stars

Push-ups

Pushups

God Bless (Sped)

The Difference

Featherweight

All The Bros (prod. highsoulja)

SRT (prod. Malvi + onereevs + jankai)

Not That Type Of Artist (prod. highsoulja)

Bl3h prod. CLOAK (Video Out On Youtube)

Sidekick (prod. Highsoulja)

(Hook)
This lil-this lil hoe like Barbie
Yuh, my cup look like Barney
Swag, Balenci my body
Yuh, she tryn' pop a molly
Molly, she gon' ride like Harley
Yuh, cut up wide body Audi, not no Maserati
Eating steak, bitch I'm eating steak and shrimp, where's the calamari
Choppa kicking shit, this hoe kick more than-kih-kick more than a Kawasaki
I'm tryn' fuck this bitch then kick her, lord I'm sorry
I just-I just popped x, Teresso geeked up at the party

(Verse)
Yuh yuh yuh bleh bleh, shooting the artillery (fah)
Money counter counting, thumbing through the celery (grah)
I put bro to sleep (shhh), m-may him-may him rest in peace
Yo-your drank got me counting sheep, five-hundred a piece
Peace, five-hundred a pint, hah holy shit I'm geeked
Chop her spine, kofu chop her spine, yuh Mr. Miyagi
Bleh, this hoe yapping shit, bitch shut up let me breathe bitch
Niggas talking tough, grrr I fire off the heat
What he forgot the drip, yuh I make shawty drip yuh
Vivian my hip, yuh Chrome Heart jacket zip yuh
This a Beretta, I'm gon' let it bang bang
Tripping out the wazoo, I puff orangutan
Bitch I'm with gang, you play we jump outside a truck (skrt skrt)
Lil bro if you claim that bitch, then why she trynna'-trynna' fuck
That shawty a ten I cannot wait to pih-pih-pick her up
Benjamin gon' make that lil bitch drop the pick it up
M-m-momma said that she don't like me with the double cup
Yuh two-two-three, there's two of them, I hit the double clutch (fah)
Running man, I run right to the guap, I'm in a rush

Barbie (prod. curtains x deathnotes x trenton kyle)

Yeah, wah-walk into club
If she gon' throw that ass, ima' throw these bands up
Now the main hoe, got me stuck up
Yeah, but my si-side bitch know wassup
Oppositions, tryn' fuck me up
Peh-peh-perc 10, tryn' fuck me up
Perc 10 got me up
I pour the triss up in a double cup bae
Told her we can't be sum, cause gon' fuck it up bae
Hellcat skrt, ima' fuck it up bae
I'm tryn' get that brain, than that's it
Choppa get to banging
Empty the clip, yah
Fuck to that bitch, yah yah
I'm in that kitty cat, them boys ain't catching shit, yah
In-in-in the club, with bad hoes, and Hennessey yah
Chop gon' make him, "cya wouldn't wanna be ya"
Your lil bitch a diva, she trynna' eat up
Jump up in that pussy super saiyan, call me Vegeta
She won't think I'll do her just like all the rest
Ain't no "S" up on my chest
Just and "M" up on the vest, god bless
I just popped a Xanax, to keep me straight
And put an Oxy up in the Codeine, so I don't stress

Club (artifiend)

(Chorus)
Choppa in my hands
I ain't throwing hands
I been getting guap
You don't make no cents (sense)
Hoe gon' gimme slop
Yuh, you can't get up in

(Verse)
Ima' hit that bitch yuh, then go hit again
NewRock on my kicks, Rick Owens on my pants
Yeah Chrome up on my Tee, with a jacket from Japan
Said she from the T yuh, that bitch from Thailand
Get right to the cheddar
She tryn' take my fetta
Told that bitch I'm fed up
I fill that boy led-ah
If he don't know no better
Your bitch is chatting to me, like she trynna' gimme neck-ah
I told brodie, keep your head up 
I said hoe, don't put your head up
She keep chatting like she in love
Told her stop with all that stupid stuff
Popped a Percocet, it's not enough
Ima' take the Xannax like I kicked the cup
Brodie said he got it, I know that's a bluff
Toolie catch up to him, If he talk tough

(Chorus)
Choppa in my hands
I ain't throwing hands
I been getting guap
You don't make no cents (sense)
Hoe gon' gimme slop
Yuh, you can't get up in

B@LL H0G SUMM3R (Xoolice)

Shoutout to my brothers in the trap
Choppa (blat), I got titties on my strap (yah)
Pockets full of bands, spend it on some cancer
We gon run up in your crib, turn you to a dancer

So many niggas, they don't fuck wimme (woah)
Cause all they bitches wanna fuck wimme (woah)
I got that lil tommy tucked wimme
For them niggas getting mad, I could give a fuck homie, fuck homie
Said I couldn't do it, now they copy all my shit
The same bitches, they all say the same thing, fuck off of my dick
All these niggas in my city, they don't make no sense/cents
I thought that was your lil hoe, why she taking off her pants
Why she cancel all her plans, why she pull up with her friends
Watch me pull off in a Benz, and catch that crodie in advance
Ima' need some Triss or the Wok, fuck 12, I ain't ever follow laws (yeah)

Shoutout to my brothers in the trap
Choppa (blat), I got titties on my strap (yah)
Pockets full of bands, spend it on some cancer
We gon run up in your crib, turn you to a dancer

Destined (near4k + astoriprod + destiny)

Yeah-Yeah, I'm in these streets
Yeah-Yeah, fuck the ministry
Geh-Geh-get right to the hunnids centi-centipede
Yo lil hoe my bitch
Bitch, stupid bitch, I can't let her get the best.. (I can't) best of me
Do him like an essay, why you test-why-why you testing me
Bro if that's... bro-bro if that's yo hoe, why she texting me
Bro if that's yo hoe why she caressing me
She-She said I got sauce, come get that recipe
Kick her out, cause she done used to laugh at me

Teh-Teh-Ten right there, she tryn' be my wife (she tryn'-she tryn')
Pull out bands for that lil bitch, and It's on sight
I don't wan' fight, I pray to god that it's alright
I don't wan' fight, If he wan fight the blick gon' strike
I believe the shi he say, If he gon' slide
Yeh-Yeh-Yeh, but he ain't slide
Yeh lil toater on my hip gon' leave him fried
Yeh lil shawty gimme brain, stupid bride (brain-brain)
I just jumped up out the whip, It's suicide (skrrt-skrrt)
Bitch I'm smoking loud, can't hear a word
Shawty-Shawty keep on talking, I can't hear word
I'm tryn' get that slop, then kick her to the curb
If she ain't bout' it, then I ain't bout' it and she gon' learn
Bih-Bitch I put a choppa on my hip, now they concerned
Cash flow, how'd the tables turn
I'm in my bag hoe, so I'm gon' let us burn
Wok up in the Faygo, pray I don't return

Yeah I'm in these streets
Yeah-Yeah, fuck the ministry
Get right to the hunnids centipede
Yo lil hoe my centerpiece
Stupid bitch, I can't let her get the best of me
Do him like an essay, why you testing me

ROR (myr3n)

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