HOW U PUSHIN MIX 2 (UNOFFICIAL RELEASE)

Out The Roof MIX 2 (UNOFFICIAL RELEASE)

Switch Up x Ed.

one track from another new project, LOOK ALIVE 

Produced by: Ed.
Written by: Ed.

Switch Up

M.T.U

Blindsided

Under City Lights x TrillKam

BOY

(Hook) x2

Boy
Im just not the same
Im on different thangs 
Yea, my pimping changed 

Snatching chains 
Not around my gang 
We might blow yo brains 

Don’t even know yo name 
Don’t over step yo lane 
My posse they insane 

(Verse1)

Yea, aye
I dont know wtf 
you thought this was
Shit done changed in these years
Talk bout bossin up 
Secret things over here
We dont floss
Nu uhhh 
We dont bang over here
But we lit wassup 

Nigga we lit
Yeen talm bout shit
You got a stick 
And i gotta stick
You dont aim 
Ima hit 
Hop out the whip
Unload the clip 

Here come the police
I gotta dip
They shot the brodie 
Look what they did 
We gotta find them 
Hit um again
They broke my heart 
Look what they did

(Hook) x2

Boy
Im just not the same
Im on different thangs 
Yea, my pimping changed 

Snatching chains 
Not around my gang 
We might blow yo brains 

Don’t even know yo name 
Don’t over step yo lane 
My posse they insane 

(Verse2) 

I told my hitta lets makes moves
Fill a treasure chest with jewels
Balenciaga’s & some Trues 
Benz-g got a whole new groove

On my side a 22
Ask me why, im 22 
Rather die before i lose 
Eyes be wide
I never snooze

Man these niggas 
Aint real as they say they is

Im as real as it come 
And i heard you up next 

Aint no upstaging this
I got a place in this

Young nigga push it
And save yo doe
Stay lowkey
The streets no joke
Make sure you eat
And fuck these hoes
Watch out for leeches
Dont go broke 

(Hook) x2 

Artist : Benz-G
Written & Produced By : Edward Richardson

Boy [Lyrics in description]

[HOOK]

Da whip don't go no top
I ride with da glocks
Locked down the plays
The money on lock

I slide with a gang
Ain't never been popped
They know my whole name
I think that I'm hot

They tryn have me popped
Wan do me like pac (x3)

[Verse1]

Bet you if you try that shit
My boys gon come right back

Pull up on you like {Rickkyyy}
Nigga get shot in the back

No love, No respect
No stripes, just checks
Watch a real nigga stack
Up doe 

Real drugs, Real thugs
I been chilling in the trap
Fucked up
Still Pour up more 

Real nigga ima just sit back 
I'ma watch my stock
While it go up more

Oh yeah, yeah you think 
That thot yo girl 
Captain save a hoe

If we face this blunt
Smoking good Endo
Guarantee yo hoe gon go
(Endo echos) 

If she work that pole 
Like magic city 
Ima blow sum mo

If you cross that line
Boy I got a big clip
I'ma wipe yo nose

Two to the body
Next bullet
Right above yo nose

Look how my ice shake
When I let this drako blow

I'ma have a toast
When errbody at yo funeral

I'm not nice
Yeah I'm mean
Slick smooth
Talking Vaseline 

I make a move
With no strings
Keep my record clean

I'm riding slow
Window tint
Like a limosine

Yo bih
She blow & she spit
When she sucking me

I smoke that pressure
This that tap-out
Get the referee

Yea Im a hoe 
Because I know
That's what's best for me

Cook up this dope
Because
I know all the recipes

I can't afford
To be broke
So I don't ever sleep

Clap one time
Two times
For a young hitta

Paved my own road
On my own
I'ma go getta

Gotta stack my bread
Control my head
Off these Xanax

Haters on my head
Want me dead
I can't have that

[HOOK]

Da whip don't go no top
I ride with da glocks
Locked down the plays
The money on lock

I slide with a gang
Ain't never been popped
They know my whole name
I think that I'm hot

They tryn have me popped
Wan do me like pac (x3)

Like Pac (Prod. By Guillermo)[Lyrics in description]

(Hook)
Suite dreams
How I always sleep
Mf models
Round me
Maybelline
(Suite dreams)x8

(Verse)

Sweet dreams 
Like I'm always sleep
Yea
Got a pocket full of
Fucking cheese
Aye
I don't ever back track
The way I move be
Matte black
Hit you from the back back
Bitch you might need Aflac

Better hide cause
I don't play tag
Bitch I might just put
One in yo ass
I'm upper echelon 
Bitch I got class
…
if I call my goons on you
bet yo ass is grass

Try me im
da mob boss
gang as big as
Rick Ross
Admit that 
I'm pissed off
Niggas went and switched dog
Used to be my big homie
Coco got you fucked off
Used to be the realest homie
Now you just a real fraud

Snitching to the feds
You got hoe in yo blood
You not the gangsta
That you told us you was
Nigga you get knocked off
Playing like a big boss
You don't know the half of it
These streets they
Gon pop off

(Hook)
Suite dreams
How I always sleep
Mf models
Round me
Maybelline
(Suite dreams)x8

[VERSE]

Know its niggas
Out here
Hoping I fall,
Blowing up soon
Yeah I'm making
that call,
Kool-aid feds
Come bussing threw
The walls,
Ima take off
No clothes
Just draws,

Tryna fuck my bread up,
I ain't finna let up,
They gon have to catch me,
They gon have to catch up, 

You couldn't put me
Under pressure at all,
A nigga like me never
Worried at all,

Jump in the whip
Don't it look so clean,
Got these diamonds
On my neck
And they go bling bling,
And I'm rolling
Off this x
Blood tingling 
I'm just tryna make
A check dog
Without no strings

(Hook)
Suite dreams
How I always sleep
Mf models
Round me
Maybelline
(Suite dreams)x8

Benz-G

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