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[Lyrics]
[HOOK]
50 cal.
make you feel the brrr
stick with brands
Louie on my shirt
say less, you shop at Pay less
say less, you full of BS

[Verse]
who the fuck is you, don't tell we gonna press
you a random like a question mark on guess
like a student, we gonna read then do a text
you is broke, I'm receiving green texts

lets fade, my grills gold lemonade
yo's fake, yellow grills they minute made
I'm running like rock lee my ankles weighed
like Tay-k, do the dash, still beat you in a race

I'm an action man, GI-Joe Taliban
quit capping man, choppa hit ya bladder man
whats happening, I thought you real with the savaging
you was packing, now packing to quit ain't having it

[HOOK]
50 cal.
make you feel the brrr
stick with brands
Louie on my shirt
say less, you shop at Pay less
say less, you full of BS

50 cal.
make you feel the brrr
stick with brands
Louie on my shirt
say less, you shop at Pay less
say less, you full of BS

50 Cal.

Prod. ESKRY
www.youtube.com/c/ESKRY/videos

[Lyrics]
Gas down, hit a hundred in this whip
Swerve on the wheel, but on land I don't slip
Mask up, yeah we running with the blick
My eyes be Chinese but for surely I don't miss
I look right, while you looking left
End the conversation you stay talking out ya neck
No money? shit, Enough said
No point talking cooking unless you come with the bread
Enough said, we don't fuck with the fakes
No, I ain't a killer but I'll slap a goofy face
In-print, the picture in his brain
If you don't want no smoke, don't come close to the gang
And we set, just to sum it up
We total the cash and then we split it up
Get to the bag, got my money up
Just cause you strapped and act tough, you ain't dangerous

We ready with the drums, like we in a band
Know that there's a problem when the GMAN in my hands
Fake bitches all talk, they don't understand
They running out they mouth and we running for they heads
Stay away from the birds, they talking nonsense
You ain't got an option when you stay in Stockton
I am all about my work, I don't clock in
I promise, we get to the top like it's Ramen
I don't get lost in the sauce, like the packets
Gas down, hit the lights, swerve through traffic
Packing heat, in case we got to melt some plastic
Tragic, to see you switch up, now you mad bitch
Got yourself caught, now you yelling out names
Couple days prior, you were throwing up gangs
Like woop there, and schoo that, everyone like who's that
You moved here, now move back, everything you do, cap

Gas down, hit a hundred in this whip
Swerve on the wheel, but on land I don't slip
Mask up, yeah we running with the blick
My eyes be Chinese but for surely I don't miss
I look right, while you looking left
End the conversation you stay talking out ya neck
No money? shit, Enough said
No point talking cooking unless you come with the bread
Enough said, we don't fuck with the fakes
No, I ain't a killer but I'll slap a goofy face
In-print, the picture in his brain
If you don't want no smoke, don't come close to the gang
And we set, just to sum it up
We total the cash and then we split it up
Get to the bag, got my money up
Just cause you strapped and act Tough, you ain't dangerous

IHATETIKTOK

Prod. mathiastyner
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9s7oNIkpvfkRegYSyBNHnA

[Lyrics]
Pop out like who is you?
Why you acting real fake goofy boy wear them Trues
Strapped up but CO2 when you shoot
Ever since I was a yute I ignore all the boofs
You a lame so quit talking fufu
Heard em talking out they neck I leave they ass mute
I don't bang but for surely for the crew
Leave em in the jungle while we heading to the zoo
Pop out like who is you
Everybody near me don't know what you do
Got a 4th gen glock incase he coming for my food
Keep a leash on yo bitch cause she sending out nudes
I don't wanna fuck your bitch dusty hoe in the mood
keep grilling my moves since y'all don't know what to do
pop out like who is you 
empty them pockets boy whatchu gon do?
 
Yeah my crew counting fast yeah we counting out loud
Heard a bitch got some drip they some ops we a drought
Straight smoking on loud while you making a sound
Never fuck with a clown you is it and no doubt what you bout’

Ya boys be some bitches talking makeup out they mouth
Stop faking the beef like McDonalds and they cows
Talk smoke on the gang send you up to the clouds
You don't walk what you talk so why you running out ya mouth

Fuck a bitch have her running out the house
If her man ask a question we strip him then bounce
He turned out a snitch I stay zip like an ounce
don't talk on the gang cause you know, imma -

Pop out like who is you?
Why you acting real fake goofy boy wear them Trues
Strapped up but CO2 when you shoot
Ever since I was a yute I ignore all the boofs
You a lame so quit talking fufu
Heard em talking out they neck I leave they ass mute
I don't bang but for surely for the crew
Leave em in the jungle while we heading to the zoo
Pop out like who is you
empty them pockets boy whatchu gon do?

Bella Thorne's Only Fan

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Prod. By https://soundcloud.com/h45

Lyrics:
Yeah I'm back again
I piped her from the back and now she back with friends
Got me dead like I'm smoking on the Taliban
Said you fucked my bitch but which one I don't give a damn
If you touching up my squad then I'm gonna kill your mans
If you run up put your hands up
Cause I heard you want the smoke boy you don't want this cancer
Strapped up the X.D gonna make you back up
Heard you want the smoke boy you don't want my gang up

Yeah I'm back again
Popped a Xan fifty thousand while we in japan
Everybody on my team rock designer brands
In-case you running for our things we got Glock in hand
So think twice before you shorten out your life span
Everything is high end 
Why my diamonds looking so bright at night it's a light stand
Momma told me I'm a dreamer she said that I was different
so I asked if she a diva

I just popped out of your keeper
Fucked that girl forgot her name I think it was amnesia
Smoking on that loud like it's coming from a speaker
Plastic bitches melt why I walk around with heaters
Cause I heard you want the smoke boy you don't want this cancer
Strapped up the X.D gonna make you back up
Heard you want the smoke boy you don't want my gang up

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