[Lyrics] <3

shoutout burpgod

1600
that’s the number that i hit while counting up my money
groupie ho tryna get a ride i told dat hoe u funny
we got racks on racks but that ain’t it got shit incoming
pistol to his face he talkin cray we had him running
ba-bags over bitches can’t trust bitches w my money
designer on my body u can’t tell what i had on me

fit cost a hunnid hold up fit cost a thousand
yuh bih take of ur trousers
can’t fuck wit no mouses
yuh cant fw no rat rat
bih hit me on snapchat
she like when u tryna tap dat
turn yo homie to a hashtag 
yeah yo shawdy got a tramp stamp you like how u know dat?
i was beating on her back back
tryna make her ass fat
wrist so wet can flex that
in all black like batman
lean turn me to fatman
ive been smokin mad thrax 
chase the perc like pac-man 
we got choppas like afghanistan
i’m addicted to snowbunnys man
i-i just fucked a thot told her alot but i was lyin man, yeah
bih think imma fool ho
she eat me like food tho
i’m inna lamborghini 2 door
i feel alone i need like 2 hoes
i dive in like a smiling pool yo
nah ian rlly feeling u tho
dat-dat my dawg ain’t talkin pluto
i fucked yo friend idk you tho
and yo bitch watch me on youtube
cause she think imma kinda cute hold up

1600
that’s the number that i hit while counting up my money
groupie ho tryna get a ride i told dat hoe u funny
we got racks on racks but that ain’t it got shit incoming
pistol to his face he talkin cray we had him running
bags over bitches can’t trust bitches w my money
designer on my body u can’t tell what i had on me

1600 [NIMi]

System RED

[LYRICS] 

i got racks in, I got racks out 
making all this cash nigga like a cash cow 
my final destination nigga how I go down
oh yeah I'm making pay now

oh imma touch your soul
so tell me where you really wanna go 
don't leave or I might let it blow 
I hope you know your my real home 

they don't understand how it feels 
my nigga died to the Glock it ain't feel real
my daddy there authentic pills
I just wanted love nigga want it to be real 

momma was struggling off them bills
I was seeing them demons all in my room
step daddy was lying bout the truth 
had to stay strong yeah cause that's the truth 
I seen them make coke in that room
I swept my feelings away with a broom
I was tired of seeing mama cry in that room 

i got racks in, I got racks out 
making all this cash nigga like a cash cow 
my final decision the way I go down
oh yeah I'm making pay now

yeah shout out to lil Uzi yeah I think my love is rage
yeah I'm sitting myself cause I know yo love was fake 
I'm sorry what I said yeah I was blinded by my rage 
I sit back celebrate my nigga cause I'm busy eating cake 

yeah bankroll 
flexing with all these fazos 
mess with my folks yeah I give that boy a halo 
yeah this off the top nigga yeah this all the mental 
flowing so hard yeah on the instrumental 

yeah smash that nigga like I'm Ralph 
better keep my name out to mouth 
he snorting that cocaine with his snout 
I do my dance unlimited moves 
funky wonky that's my grove 
TNB that's my crew 
she dropped down then she bussed a move 


FINAL DESTINATION (prod.wayza)

me & you

I’M WEIRD TOO

put god on it (p. jes)

beat: februxry
vocals: vzee nd keysho
lyrics: vzee nd keysho
mixing: vzee nd keysho
hold on to me
@iholdyoudearly

hold me w keysho

IG: weluvzayden ⭐️ 
Lyrics: 
This bitch she call me shyne 
Money its in my hands 
Nigga yeah he a lame 
Nigga aint got no bands 
Nigga aint got no money 
Thats why he hatin luh shyne
This bitch just like Regina (Hall)
all on me like she mine
Baby she like my glasses 
Bitch she all on my swag 
Shynin like 2012 
Shynin like Trinidad
Bitch she all on my rings 
Bitch she watching too hard 
Tryna go home w me 
Baby know ima star 
ii just got me some money 
Hoppin out in the coupe 
Shynin im out in traffic 
Prolly aint got no roof
Baby yeah she my peaches 
She locked w me like a felon 
Sliding in my Miata 
Candy like watermelon 
Candy like tootsie roll
Pullin off in that demon 
Put all my niggaz on 
Look at me like im Keenan (Wayans)
Look at me like im Gucci 
Im icey & ii be froze 
This bitch she just a thotty 
All on me doing the most 
All on me like my clothes 
This luh bitch she a leech 
This luh bitch must be dumb 
Think she riding w me 
Think she sliding w me
Baby no ii cant do it 
Shynin just me & money 
Baby know ii get 2 it
This bitch she call me shyne 
Money its in my hands 
Nigga yeah he a lame 
Nigga aint got no bands 
Nigga aint got no money 
Thats why he hatin luh shyne
This bitch just like Regina 
all on me like she mine
Baby she like my glasses
Bitch she all on my swag 
Shynin like 2012 
Shynin like Trinidad
Bitch she all on my rings 
Bitch she watching too hard 
Tryna go home w me 
Baby know ima star
⭐️⭐️⭐️ 
Mixed by Me & Nate Wulf ⭐️

peaches [p. sleepyy & wintfye]

f1x mys3lf

lyrics:

(Oh My God Is That Soso?)
Yeah Yeah,
Buh Buh,

Yeah Yeah,
Buh Buh

Yeah Yeah,
Yeah Yeah,
Yo, Yo
Yoo, Yoo
Buh Blatt


Hop Out The Whip Lets Go
(Wha?)
Hop Out The Whip Lets Go
(Wha?)
Hop Out The Whip Lets Go

Hop Out The- Hop Out The
Whip Lets Go
(Wha?)

I Just Throw Up Four
(Buh)
I Just Throw Up Four
(Buh)
I Just Throw Up Four
(Buh)
I Just- I Just Throw Up Four

D- Dont Wanna Fuck With This 
Nasty Hoe
Im Finna Run it Up Bitch
Lets Go
In The Back Of The Jag Wit A 
Brand New Hoe
And I got Yo Hoe finna 
Hit This Dope

Why They Aint Fucking Wit
Sos?
(Why?)

Why They Aint Fucking Wit
Sos?
(Why? Why?)

Why They Aint Fucking Wit
Sos?
(Why? Why?)

Why They Aint Fucking Wit
Sos?
(Hell Yeah)

Shut Up Bitch Yeah

Shut Up- Shut Up Bitch Yeah

Ima Bring That Stick Yeah

Running Like A Bitch Yea

Soso Run This Shit Yea

Finna Fuck This Bih Yea

H-Hoe I dont Need Ya,
Glock Came Wit' A Beam Yea

He Dont Got No Cheese Yea,
I count All My Cheese Yea

Who They Wanna Be? Yea
A-All Black Stick Gon' Meet
Ya

Kruegerlistic
(YA SLATT)
Kruegerlistic
(YA SLATT)
Kruegerlistic
(YA SLATT)
Kruegerlistic
(YA SLATT)


Hop Out The Whip Lets Go
(Wha?)
Hop Out The Whip Lets Go
(Wha?)
Hop Out The Whip Lets Go

Hop Out The-Hop Out The
Whip Lets Go
(Wha?)

I Just Throw Up Four
(Buh)
I Just Throw Up Four
(Buh)
I Just Throw Up Four
(Buh)
I Just-I Just Throw Up Four

D-Dont Wanna Fuck With This 
Nasty Hoe
Im Finna Run it Up Bitch
Lets Go
In The Back Of The Jag Wit A 
Brand New Hoe
And I got Yo Hoe finna 
Hit This Dope

Why They Aint Fucking Wit
Sos?
(Why?)

Why They Aint Fucking Wit
Sos?
(Why? Why?)

Why They Aint Fucking Wit
Sos?
(Why? Why?)

W-Why They Aint Fucking Wit
Sos?
(Hell Yeah)

Shut Up Bitch Yeah

Shut Up-Shut Up Bitch Yeah

Ima Bring That Stick Yeah

Running Like A Bitch Yea

Soso Run This Shit Yea

Finna Fuck This Bih Yea

H-Hoe I dont Need Ya,
Glock Came Wit' A Beam Yea

He Dont Got No Cheese Yea,
I count All My Cheese Yea

Who They Wanna Be? Yea
A-All Black Stick Gon' Meet
Ya

Kruegerlistic
(YA SLATT)
Kruegerlistic
(YA SLATT)
Kruegerlistic
(YA SLATT)
Kruegerlistic
(YA SLATT)




KRUEGERLISTIC prod sedak

oceansprayyy prod. kenesukoh + alx

Mustlord • 17
insta: tnbmusty
/5'10
TNB Founder 

FINAL DESTINATION (prod.wayza)

yatta !