Early Morning Trapping (Prod. Acer)

COld S0rEs

(prod.me)
yukyii2k* x kycc
Lyrics:
Like please tell me what you want come on, I’m finna raid like Geronimo
If I had kids I would love them all, the jury is sending me under
I wanna go back to those days in the silence, new bad hoe wanna come back to my place
Like fuck it your honor I did it, yeah fuck it I gotta get wit it
Yeah fuck wit my gang we winning, like is you one who made it
Me and twin gon make it, getting bands, shit make-shift
Fuck a Fortnite bang shit, grandma pulling out of her pension
I’m wit God no sanction, how would you feel if I went through wit it
Suicide not the way, I’m committed, I wish I could take your pain all away
Hope I live to the age of 50, white cocaine die like Whitney, ohh ohh

sꞮns ♱  (prod.me)

(prod 10rxckz symelz)
Lyrics:
I wasn't the one I know, when we was together, I felt a little better
You was tugging on my sweater, lips cold but her hands feel like summer
When did it go wrong, our love it felt strong, am I good enough
Am I good enough, am I good enough, this pain I need drugs
Heart too cold but my wrist on froze, hop in a coupe no ceiling
She wanna vibe off feelin', bankroll stack to the ceiling
Cut her off quick no feeling? I been off wave no stopping
Plug pack loud its knocking, big body G.L.E get this sh*t rocking
Oh, I need you, I was yours, no question, I thought that our love would never die
Should've listened to my bro, told me to leave her alone
Now I'm stuck counting all these notes, pain in my chest but its froze
Hannah Montana no posing, this feeling its poising, I'm in my head finna off it
Damn should've took precautions 
I don't need, your love no more, I can't sleep so I lie to my self
Cut my heart to portions, damn I adore you, but I foresaw this
"Lets be honest", Oh
I wasn't the one I know, when we was together, I felt a little better
You was tugging on my sweater, lips cold but her hands feel like summer
When did it go wrong, our love it felt strong
I wasn't the one I know, when we was together, I felt a little better
You was tugging on my sweater, lips cold but her hands feel like summer
When did it go wrong

proportions of my heart ♱ (symelz)

quitter (mXnny) w/ pl4yboyju

doja

mixing: @vzeefr
lyrics: @vzeefr
beat: @vexgonbenext
artist: @vzeefr

black bih

prod. tayoloxs

lyrics:

i aint gotta talk
the racks they do it for me
bout time i swerve in this ghost
f*ck that got the SR-
ok f*ck that got the GLE
better pipe down or it's RIP
i can't speak to dead n*ggas
too much bankroll
n*ggas stated i'm the best
damn i'm the breadwinner
been that guy since my birth
still upon this earth
damn i'm the best hitter
best hitter on the map
game on my back
nun can attest nigga

got this feeling in my guts
i'm boutta go berserk
do your worst
don't care bout no wraith
i'm finna swerve the merc
i did that first
rap sh*t right on lock
got that in a hearse
a gift or curse?
hot sh*t on the mic
i'm finna watch it burn
step up you'll meet this .9
shots boutta ring bout twice
ok
spend a lil bit for the vibe
couldn't care less bout the price
ok
girl wanna hop in the ride
gave her the time of her life
ok
tough tryna talk on my life
must have been high as a k-

nothing bout me ordinary
got so many flows it's scary
got n*ggas still trying to tear me
but that ship's sailed going merry
breadwinner counting green
breadwinner on the scene
breadwinner damn that's me
money spread the cake
it's my time to celebrate
spread my name across the place
damn i might still elevate
don't deserve no plate
not a crumb and not a taste
g19 up on my waist
hunnid rounds gon hit his face

i aint gotta talk
the racks they do it for me
bout time i swerve in this ghost
f*ck that got the SR-
ok f*ck that got the GLE
better pipe down or it's RIP
i can't speak to dead n*ggas
too much bankroll
n*ggas stated i'm the best
damn i'm the breadwinner
been that guy since my birth
still upon this earth
damn i'm the best hitter
best hitter on the map
game on my back
nun can attest nigga

breadwinner [tayoloxs]

ynot - flexed up w/ required (forevrr audios exclusive)

FuckUpMyJeans prod. byttt

clap your hands (Prod. wav)

premonition*****
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