I am havin a good day, I luv when tha choppa go bang
Feel like Kurt cobain I got these bullets in mah brain 
It alllll these btches talk bout like how I went insane
They say mims how did u do it, bby I am not 2 blame

FL jit i hit tht stain
Fck a opp, I put a fckin pssy btch up onna frame
Me & gng cannot fw u cuz u is jus a lame
When u talkin on tha net we can all tell tht it’s 4 fameeeee

23 & u still ridin on mah dik
Ur car was made when I was born
U old ahh btch, im in dis whip
So much $$$ in mah pockets
Oh yea lil btch I’m tha shi
Imma fuk up onn yo momma
Little boy don’t even trip

Talk down
Yo momma pssy was elasticccc
Choppa get 2 bangin lil boy story rlly tragic 
Ion give ah fuk boutta opp we get 2 packin
Keep tht fukin iron on mah hip im neva lackinnn

#1 until i dieee
M gon stay on top
U can’t fw me 2nitteee
Shout out pops
Yea he rlly is tht guyyyy
There’s nun u cld do
Tht cld ever make me wan cryyyyy

I am havin a good day, I luv when tha choppa go bang
Feel like Kurt cobain I got these bullets in mah brain 
It alllll these btches talk bout like how I went insane
They say mims how did u do it, bby I am not 2 blame

blameee prod me

Album single
Lyrics:

Ya sick as a bitch but thts ok
I got $$$ $$$ $$$
Ya I get tht every day
We got guns in da whip and every one gonna go spray
While im getting all these bitches u get men cuz u is 🏳️‍🌈 
Like yuh
Where tha hoes at
We can walk right into your damn crib like where yo doors at
Said u wanna fight but like where the hell yo pole at
Lil bitch I just caught the fucking pound yeah we jus sold tht we sold tht


Ya sick as a bitch but thts ok
I got $$$ $$$ $$$
Ya I get tht every day
We got guns in da whip and every one gonna go spray
While im getting all these bitches u get men cuz u is 🏳️‍🌈 
Like yuh
Where tha hoes at
Where tha hoes at
I got my soul back
Go get yo pole back
Like where her clothes at
I’m yo new step daddy cuz yo mama luv 2 ho yeah u kno tht

Brown boy I pop out like a bird
How u talkin on tha gng when u rlly from tha burbs
Ya u keep on fuckin talkin lil bitches when will u learn
This choppa keeps on popping poke holes inside yo shirt

Ya sick as a bitch but thts ok
I got $$$ $$$ $$$
Ya I get tht every day
We got guns in da whip and every one gonna go spray
While im getting all these bitch u get men cuz u is 🏳️‍🌈 
Like yuh
Where tha hoes at
Where tha hoes at
I got my soul back
Go get yo pole back
Like where her clothes at
I’m yo new step daddy cuz yo mama luv 2 ho yeah u kno tht

Ya sick as a bitch but thts ok
I got $$$ $$$ $$$
Ya I get tht every

spray prod tenshi & zulu

low prod me & yourdemise

FIRST PART SAMPLED. ME
SECOND PART PROD. SADCG

HUNG UP

Acid on my tongue 
Ya Ashin out dis blunt
Ya these pockets weight a ton
Bitch I luv countin these funds
I said tht yo music buns
Ya dis smoke fuckin ma lungs
We don’t leave until we done
We don’t leave until we done

Bitch stop wasting my time
U will forever b mine, oh mine
Jus please don’t cross the line
The line

They like mims where u been at
Cookin beats & Smokin pack
They ask me if im gon lack
Little bitch I ain’t gon lack
Peak gas we Smokin tht
Pls don’t evr run tht back tht shi was ass ya
Jus like lil o I’m in 1st place & u in last ya

Acid on my tongue 
Ya Ashin out dis blunt
Ya these pockets weight a ton
Bitch I luv countin these funds
I said tht yo music buns
Ya dis smoke fuckin ma lungs
We don’t leave until we done
We don’t leave until we done

acid prod jorko

PROD. 8STRINGS

"niggas do not want to test shit" 😹

smoked out cigarettes
wanted smoke, puttin' one in his lung
now he beggin for breath
vibe check, CTE, swing a bat at his temple
that boy tryna bang up his set
he came with a posse, I had to go check
if it's more than three, then I'm sending a few
right back to the lobby
556, got it sitting right by me

pimp in distress, pimp in distress
a couple of cases, you better be lucky
he ain't get a hole in his chest
Mr. Krabs, penny pinchin', got my finger twitchin'
Blurry, just give it a rest
nah, brotha tryna smear my name on some bullshit
he must think he insane
nigga telling me to do better
aight bet, nigga, now let's play us a game

never have l ever lost a fight,
had my father try to sue the school,
lost, then decided to move
never have I ever snitched to my mom bout some e-beef
and still think I was cool
never have I ever had my parents
locked up for that shit going on in the motel room
boy, you's a fucking fool
you is a fuckin' lame
you can say all that you want about me
but I promise the dirt that both of us got
ain't nowhere the same
you Lois Lane, I'm high as a bird or a plane

this is a dangerous game for you
my mom's a teacher, but you already knew that
cuz all of the "dirt" that you got is shit I was telling you
shit I could be yo substitute
so park yo ass, let me teach you something
the subject here is cause and effect
you better be glad I ain't being direct
foul play, boutta give me a tech
9 words'll put a hole in your neck
ties cut and I can see you a wreck
put the fries in the bag, better get you a check
so why'd you make the decision you made
then say you the best with a puffed out chest?
you not
keeping this shit in the booth
don't do nothing stupid, 
don't go out here thinking you Dot

size 9 to yo face
imma step on a nigga
don't go in that alleyway
my name still come into play
got stuck in that strand
done doley, no Araneae (RNA)
my vision distorted, it's looking Dalmatian
I'm growing impatient with all of these frauds
K9's and lap dogs, my hands bi
got me swinging at them and they broads
"beat his ass, take his phone"
for some reason, I don't really think you got the balls
pissing me the fuck off
kept pushing my buttons,
it's up, don't try to hit pause (paws)

can't slide for your sister
so makes you think you gon slide for yo bitch?
my bad, did I too far?
hakuna matata, we all know you ain't gon do shit
yeah, that smile better leave yo face
better watch yo mouth in my presence, bitch
nigga, my momma don't make no 100k, muhfucka
the fuck is you talkin bout, bitch?
I'm out here getting a job
You stay there and leech them allowances, bitch
how many origins you gonna fabricate?
fucked up, had to jump 4 houses, bitch
got a problem with yo drinking
yo bitch ain't so freethinking
Long Live the Saints, hoe, what you thinking, nigga?

mr. krabs [prod. 8strings]

Because I was in a really dark place for a long time,
And I heard all their bullshit spewing in the lines,
The underground is dog shit the Midwest gets lonely,
When ace isn’t with me there enough just to hold me,

theoretically I could set up (bitch nah fuck that),
bitches fire shots at me? you know I bust back,
and I got the squad the saints at my back trust that,
Squeezing at the nipple of the bitch tit you Sucks at,
getting just a little wiff of ashwaganda rap,
getting just a little wiff of some hot ass blunt rap,

hubcap,
bum rap,
this that 
his mat,

we got all these different artists and you know ive been that,

And I was talking on some shit but I didn’t wanna get involved
And I was talking on some dick so I hopped up on the call,
Jamari wants me now said that he can’t ball,
This ain’t even a diss I just happened to hop up on the song,

goddamn,
another fucking payback with a twist,
motherfuckers pissed at me but who gives a shit?

get your brooms out  cause I’m going for that clean sweep,
bitches really be thinking then can beat me,
and I’m really boutta go for a three peat,
0 for 3 I am musically at least, (golly)

Hold up just a second then a motherfucking minute,
it’s the El Capitan and I got my own lieutenants,
Shoutout Jeezy for the lyrics but he needs some form of payment,
And I don’t got that kind of bread on me right now, (dang it)

bitches said I fell off that im past my fucking prime,
forgotten member of saints give a fuck about my time,
cause you be wasting yours standing all in that line,
at the bank or DMV that shit ain’t me no more inside,

bitch,
how could I ever leave,
hard I fucking better be,
that is not my pedigree,
moving shit that you can’t see,
Bitch

(im too lazy to put waryy's verse ;  Kody didn't wanna do it)

Constant Wind (feat. waryy)

one thing,
two birds,
three stones,
4 words,
one thing what it is,
Just the saints we always live,
five stars,
six feet,
seven sins,
skin deep,
eight strings,
on repeat,
i will not suffer defeat,
off rip with a posse cut,
off this and I’m mocking up,
From no plays and Frito lays to full plates,
It’s so lame,
Don’t ever degrade the name,
IE? what a fucking joke,
We play the game just know the name
Long Live the Mother fucking Saints,

(im too lazy to put everyone else's Kody didn't wanna do it)

blameee prod me

MIM$

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