She Said Ft Demigod

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Lyrics💖

Watch Watch Watch Watch me
When they need some bands ya he call on me
All them in a pack smoking colonies
Got a full-on gang with me talking Japanese

Let him rest in peace
Let him rest in peace
Get money yes indeed
That's why they envy me
Push start have no key
Cry leave her son deceased
Bye ya you're dead to me
High when I'm smoking weed

Fried in this whip (Fried Fried Fried)
I'm so tired of this bitch
Crying till mi sick
I'm so
I'm still fly as shit ya
Buy things you don't know
Mix Margiela with the rick
ya I'm reaping what I sow

Reaping what I sow ya
Reaping what I sow
Reaping what I sow ya
Reaping what I sow
Can't leave the house without a pole ya
Watch my pistol blow
you gon get me in that mode
Swerve the corner then I go damn

Watch Watch Watch Watch me
When they need some bands ya he call on me
All them in a pack smoking colonies
Got a full-on gang with me talking Japanese

Let him rest in peace
Let him rest in peace
Get money yes indeed
That's why they envy me
Push start have no key
Cry leave her son deceased
Bye ya you're dead to me
High when I'm smoking weed

Reapin What I Sow (Prod. @Antt1 + @Teejaers + @_Elivasi)

Play With Us (Prod.buttaflybeats)

Make Some Noise Ft.FlandreXO (Prod.ANTT1)

Keep up Ft Suwako Juggin (prod. decoiy)

run thru the rain (bmud) - lyrics 💕

i got that ice on me and it freeze
i got a bad bitch on me
glock came with a beam, yea and its green
that lil hoe hit my phone left her on seen

baby lets run through the rain, can you feel my pain, baby, nah
baby tell me what you gained, baby, huh
no i cannot hear a word you saying, nah
I'm getting too fucked up, i cannot recall

I'm thinking i need me a lil rolls royce, or a jag
put that lil bitch on his back, g19 and that bitch stacked
i ain't never ran no track, but I'm running to that cash
hopping in that cat, and it got a hemi engine its fast

who do think he is? he ain't finna slide on me
that choppa it wish him well, holding a hunnid rounds, it go bee!
I'm feeling that pain again and it's hurting me
I'm sipping on double cup, I'm slurring see

i got that ice on me and it freeze
i got a bad bitch on me
glock came with a beam, yea and its green
that lil hoe hit my phone left her on seen

baby lets run through the rain, can you feel my pain, baby, nah
baby tell me what you gained, baby, huh
no i cannot hear a word you saying, nah
I'm getting too fucked up, i cannot recall

run thru the rain (bmud)

stand out (aria1k) - lyrics 💕:

speed, speed
yea, hop out, watcha need?
i told that boy back down, he in my blunt he my pack now
and i got them k rounds, that bitch carrying tracers like a damn hound
getting money i'm fanned out, i'm the queen of this shit, i'm gon' stand out
me and kurumi, we ran down, got that bitch boy screaming "man down"
can't leave no damn victims, my choppa it's hittin' up'
wait to see how it'll pan out
man these bitches fugazi, they fake when im rich, always looking for a fucking handout

that choppa on me, i aint finna fight
223, yea they finna bite
she ride me like a damn bike, no kawasaki
swervin, im up in that maserati
and the drac kick back, like it do karate
bad bitch all up on my body, get to shakin ass she a lil naughty

i'm back on that go mode, bitch im ready shoot at whoever, whenever
bro tryna backdoor, who he think he is, he think he real clever 
you killing me? bitch, never
off with your head, bitch, severed
caught him in broad day, he was on lack, my day just couldn't be better

im walking too slow, bitch im on that mud
why else you think that everything I make can make people relate and make us feel like best buds?
im shootin' the kel tec, its on me, i ain't leaving no man stunned
riding around in a g23, drive by, made his ass run

speed, speed
huh, speed, watcha need?
i told that boy back down, he in my blunt he my pack now
and i got them k rounds, that bitch carrying tracers like a damn hound
getting money i'm fanned out, i'm the queen of this shit, i'm gon' stand out
me and kurumi, we ran down, got that bitch boy screaming "man down"
can't leave no damn victims, my choppa it's hittin' up'
wait to see how it'll pan out
man these bitches fugazi, they fake when im rich, always looking for a fucking handout

that choppa on me, i aint finna fight
223, yea they finna bite
she ride me like a damn bike, no kawasaki
swervin, im up in that maserati
and the drac kick back, like it do karate
bad bitch all up on my body, get to shakin ass she a lil naughty

stand out (aria1k)

Ain't in Love - Shiroko Raccz [prod. warheart + pb3nch]

Lyrics:

Ran off on the plug
And I ran off on the plug yea

Yea I ran off on the plug
Yea I ran off on the plug
And I can’t get offa these drugs
And I can’t get offa these drugs
Feel like I can’t get enough
What’s- what’s that all in my cup yea
Spillin right outta my cup
Spillin right outta my cup yuh
Spillin right outta my cup
Outta my cup yuh
Baby I ain’t in love yuh
Baby I ain’t in love yuh
Baby I ain’t in love yea
Baby I ain’t in love yuh

Raccz came in
Raccz came in I was like woahh
AMG push the pedal to the floor
I always knew I was the goat
They comment all on my post
These niggas be doing the most
I be blowing a lotta da O’s
Choppa turn dat nigga to a ghost
Goretex all on my coat
Yea I ain’t even tryna boast
Look in the mirror I’m goated yea

Yea I ran off on the plug
Yea I ran off on the plug
And I can’t get offa these drugs
And I can’t get offa these drugs
Feel like I can’t get enough
What’s- what’s that all in my cup yea
Spillin right outta my cup
Spillin right outta my cup yuh
Spillin right outta my cup
Outta my cup yuh
Baby I ain’t in love yuh
Baby I ain’t in love yuh
Baby I ain’t in love yea
Baby I ain’t in love yuh

Stackin this paper no I don’t catch feelings baby
Stackin it up to da ceiling baby
Yea know what I mean baby
Always see me with the bands baby
Yea I got blue I got green baby
He broke he ain’t know what that means baby
Put Rick Owens all on my feet baby
Yea I’m lookin too clean baby

Roko Roko Roko
Yea I ran off on the plug
Yea I ran off on the plug
And I can’t get offa these drugs
And I can’t get offa these drugs
Feel like I can’t get enough
What’s- what’s that all in my cup yea
Spillin right outta my cup
Spillin right outta my cup yuh
Spillin right outta my cup
Outta my cup yuh
Baby I ain’t in love yuh
Baby I ain’t in love yuh
Baby I ain’t in love yea
Baby I ain’t in love yuh

Roko Roko Roko
Baby I ain’t in love yuh

#Kountermeasures

Ain't in Love (leak) - Shiroko Raccz [prod. warheart + pb3nch]

show it - lyrics 💕:

(hopoutyoshino)
i been in the field, yea, with my fucking soldiers
got that pack on me, and i fucking sold it
got an arp, and i fucking hold it 
she wanna fuck on me, im like "baby, show it", "baby, show it", "baby, show it"
getting money like its nothing, i already know it, 'ready know it, 'ready know it
clutchin' five seven, bitch, im about to blow it

pull up with the big guns, we gon shoot at you
got that 762, going thru the roof
yea you losing too, get him hit, you losing two
it ain't nothing we gon' leave you more than black and blue
pull up on him, he's a target, catch the lil bitch, paint his face an artist
cannot fuck wit' us, yea bruh, we start it
hop out, bam, get him sweeped, get him darted

(556Kurumi)
smoking gas, this shit got me retarded
bitch give me good brain, she the smartest
i'm tryna hit a damn stain, you the target
no we ain't even close range, shoot the farthest
he keep playing, leave his body on a tarmac
so much sticks, i think they might needa fall back
blowin' up my phone, baby i ain't gonna call back
you only got lil money, we be making tall stacks

yeeaa~ 
you gon go out as failure, bae i don't know what to tell ya
yea, i need a new fit, hit the tailor
had to spend a couple bands like Remilia
all the denim is imported, i up that shit leave him in torment
yea, see me, he gon run, ain't no Forrest 

(hopoutyoshino)
i been in the field, yea, with my fucking soldiers
got that pack on me, and i fucking sold it
got an arp, and i fucking hold it 
she wanna fuck on me, im like "baby, show it", "baby, show it", "baby, show it"
getting money like its nothing, i already know it, 'ready know it, 'ready know it
clutchin' five seven, bitch, im about to blow it

show it ft. 556Kurumi

Prod. @yvngonce_

Lyrics💥:

A lot of these niggas they lame
I'm in the whip switchin lanes
N25 what I'm reppin, imma keep on steppin til I fuckin sprain, ha
Shooters never left a stain
All yo homies gettin slayed
Gettin all these niggas hit, they was talkin shit on Iynlane

Bitch I'm high as a plane
I can't feel a fuckin thang, ha
Finna go and hit a robbery, rollin wit some Tommys, we ain't talkin trains, ha
And niggas mf hoes
They mad they ain't makin dough

And bitch I'm shooting like a pro, hit a nigga twice in the fuckin throat, now the nigga dead, he ain't make a sound bitch
Sent him to the clouds bitch, ha ha
Nigga speaking on the gang, now he lost and found bitch
We got hella rounds bitch
Nigga you a clown bitch, hu-huh
Keep the nigga from the hoes, they gon have a drought bitch

Heard they tryna pounce bitch, said I'm going too fast
I don't give a fuck, hop up in my truck, nigga imma shoot back
Come and get your loot back
Nade pockets too fat
Bah bah bah bah, now you're in the gulag

You already know I'm on your ass lil nigga
Don't try to run this ain't track lil nigga
I put your ass in a pack lil nigga
Run up on the gang you get smacked lil nigga
Plug from Atlanta, this nigga keeps wiping his nose like he is on crack lil nigga
I'm just like Jerry the way that I get to this cheese but I ain't no rat lil nigga, ha

Soarin
Bitch wanna be my main, sorry you to borin
Imma need some more blunts
Hop up in the foreign
Pass me the rock, ballhog shit I'm scorin

Tupac, the way that I hit em up
Big ass choppa gon blick him up
When we slide through them niggas call 911, y'all boys needa pick em up
Belt to ass, ain't quick enough
Snitch niggas in the fuckin mud
Drip or drown, finna make a flood
Hella red bitch, hella blood, ha ha

Cuz a lot of these niggas be lame
I'm in the whip switchin lanes
N25 what I'm reppin, imma keep on steppin til I fuckin sprain, ha
Shooters still never left a stain
All yo homies gettin slain
Gettin all these niggas hit, they was talkin shit on Iynlane

Stop talkin that shit man
We put that boy on the mf list man
All black shootas, we move like the Hitman
Pull out quick, I can't have no kids man
Niggas my sons, these niggas my kids man
Goo goo ga ga, I'm suckin her tits man
Pussy ahh boy needa get off the grid man
I already know that he ain't on shit man
I'm off the drank, got me feeling like Nettspend
Dick in her gut while she calllin you bestfriend
I'm done with this beat wtf is the next trend, uh

Lanes (prod. @yvngonce_)

How Many Times (leak) - Shiroko Raccz [prod. fall + lain.flp]

#Kountermeasures

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