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Lyrics: 

I went and ran it the fuck up
Most of these niggas, don't trust 'em, no
I put my trust in my hundreds
Ride with a toolie, I'm tuckin', woah
These niggas not about nothin'
And that ho thinkin’ I love her, no
How many racks? A couple
Caught that boy lack, his ass in trouble
He in my pack, got hit with a nuzzle
Pop me a flat, I'm doin' a couple
My money fat, I'm makin' it double
He wanna chat, get put in a bubble
I wanna crack, that bitch wanna cuddle
That bitch, she bad, I give her my number
Blast, we turn that boy into rubble

Blast, we turn that boy into (What? Let's go)
We turn that boy into nothin'
I'ma turn none to (Wait)
I'ma turn none to somethin'
Shooting we havin' some fun
Smokin' that boy like it's Runtz
After I fuck, lil' bitch, we are done, yeah
Diamonds they shine like the sun
Diamonds they shine like the, what? (Yeah)
Diamonds they shine like the (Go!)
I got the pack for the low
I put that pack on a boat
He wanna hang? Boy, get a rope
Shout-out my twizzy, my loc
Guarantee he getting poked
Guarantee he getting smoked

I went and ran it the fuck up
Most of these niggas, don't trust 'em, no
I put my trust in my hundreds
Ride with a toolie, I'm tuckin', woah
These niggas not about nothin'
And that ho thinkin’ I love her, no
How many racks? A couple
Caught that boy lack, his ass in trouble
He in my pack, got hit with a nuzzle
Pop me a flat, I'm doin' a couple
My money fat, I'm makin' it double
He wanna chat, get put in a bubble
I wanna crack, that bitch wanna cuddle
That bitch, she bad, I give her my number
Blast, we turn that boy into rubble

trouble

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Lyrics:

Eliantte for my watch, had to Mason the Rollie
Catch that boy out with his friends, then we makin' him lonely
That's your ho, I took your bitch now we makin' a movie
This ho flew me to L.A. and he payin' for coochie
Brodie pull up where you stay and he sprayin' the Uzi
Fucked her, kicked her out the crib now she sayin' I'm ruthless
This ho tryna set me up, guess she thinkin' I'm stupid
These boys tryna ride our wave, yeah, we makin' a movement

He want smoke, then bitch, I'm ready, I just bought a presi 
That's your ho, then why she text me? 'Cause I got the fetti
We got sticks up in Chanelly, we tote automatics
Yeah, we send that boy to Heaven, yeah, we caught 'em lackin'
Watch me count my rackies up, I love to stack it up
Your lil' ho gon' tap me up, eat me like caviar
Smokin' strong, that Kelly, yeah, up in the telly, yeah
He ain't never run it up, that boy a failure
Said he tryna run up, I'ma let him
Who that boy? I'm feelin' paranoid, I ain't feelin' 'em
Big and bad, think he a scary boy, brodie killin' 'em
What's that on your wrist? Ain't real ice, it ain't chill enough

Eliantte for my watch, had to Mason the Rollie
Catch that boy out with his friends, then we makin' him lonely
That's your ho, I took your bitch now we makin' a movie
This ho flew me to L.A. and he payin' for coochie
Brodie pull up where you stay and he sprayin' the Uzi
Fucked her, kicked her out the crib now she sayin' I'm ruthless
This ho tryna set me up, guess she thinkin' I'm stupid
These boys tryna ride our wave, yeah, we makin' a movement

ruthless

After Life

Osama Season

X & Sex

prod alijah4k malibu
 ft @1lilshine

big racks im counting
big racks i walk right down
and she said she bout it
but i dont feel that shit
she gon come right back
she gon come fight back
why did i write that
i just want time back
i dont want sympathy
please dont like kiss on me
I just want like take some time
no i like won’t make you mine
im doin fine fine fine fine fine 
im doin fine just want some time

bout it

produced by b87

both of us got problems but we knew that
it feel like we got so far and flew back
abusing my lil dopamine wont help me thru that
i'm praying i could find the answers where the truth at
i'm just hoping that you come home
hoping i could understand your feelings but their unknown
i'm just hoping that you come home
hoping that you realize you ain't better off alone
i got issues but you do too
you cant say that ian knew you

Dopamine

one get high to this p met2night
two kriss mag p chop
three praise me p dylvinci
four flat stanley p chop
five guns n beer p jaggedcrema tavaras
six never left p jayy
seven intoxicated p alijah4k

wrong mix 03

produced by 1kkyoto

lyrics:

ya run it back baby pour up a couple drinks
we both know the night just started
take a look at you and i can barely think
this that german muscle lemme park this
roll up roll up roll up exotic
i know you love to roll a backwood when i cruise
roll up roll up roll up exotic
nana backwood smoke that shit right wit the juice
she check on my phone
dont leave me alone 
im tryna get up witchu
i said trust the process
ion ever wan be stuck up innat office
why she tryna pull up crib like bitch u chopped shit
this my own shit please dont try to rock it
how yall broke and like all yall do is talk shit
walked out da crib wit my fye i might pop shit

german

https://youtu.be/Y-SfWBce3Xk?si=go8cDMaAgCBDHmxN
produced by maxwell4k and alijah4k

lyrics:

double cup yea
i sip exotic drugs like baby
i wan fuck ya 
cuz u so damn fine
i wanna be your lover
lets make it so real
im tired of undercover
put that shit in trackmode im tryn go n cruise
real bad yellow bone and she love that booze
yo ex was broke he couldnt show these views
from the south he love these guns he love the 512
draco baby
that 762 draco ya
i know you love that draco baby
that mini fucking draco

draco (video out now)

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[Lyrics]
I ran up a hundred, so why would I stop there?
Outside it get cold, yeah, I need me a Moncler
I won't buy her nothin', my neck and wrist bussin'
Yeah, come to the dinner table, I could serve you a hundred
YSL jeans too tight, ain't doin' no runnin'
Mouth sealed, she don't say nothin'
Yeah, and my new bitch spoiled as hell, get what she want
Tryin' not to pop it, I'm so addicted to stuntin'
Hell yeah, I do what I want

I need new cash or I don't show up
I don't go outside if I'm tore up
Got some fine shit tying my shoes
Got some fine shit rollin' my blunt
I got some thick shit up in my cup
I got some thick shit next to my squad
Know I'm so fly, I'm puttin' it on
I get so high, I do what I want

I turn any verse to my song and I kill it, for sure
Left out with that bitch and her best friend, but I can't take 'em both back to my home
Just cut me a check or the envelope and I might just pop out to your show
Mike Tyson the— okay, yeah, I bite
I fucked up her back, then sent her right back
Ayy, yeah, she know how to ride, ride like a bike
We don't do the rah-rah, it's on sight
No rules we abide by, get Fox 5'ed
And every time that we droppin', it go viral
If she your bitch but fuckin' with me I don't think she the right ho
I don't answer her calls or her texts, send that bitch in a spiral

I turn any verse to my song and I kill it, for sure
Left out with that bitch and her best friend, but I can't take 'em both back to my home
Outside it get cold, yeah, I need me a Moncler
I won't buy her nothin', my neck and wrist bussin'

I need new cash or I don't show up
I don't go outside if I'm tore up
Got some fine shit tying my shoes
Got some fine shit rollin' my blunt
I got some thick shit up in my cup
I got some thick shit next to my squad
Know I'm so fly, I'm puttin' it on
I get so high, I do what I want

After Life

tommywhistle

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