Ain't Nun (prod. Byyykramer)

palm trees n da sky

MO GUALA!! - feat. (GoonVercetti)

hella pain in my eyes (prod. purptokyo & marrgielaa)

since kindergarten (feat. goonvercetti)

lyrics: 

hook: 
outside creeping might spin up on halloween. 
sliding on n*ggas we do ‘em like conjuring.
n*ggas they mad ‘cause we gettin’ them collar greens. 
gimme a show we gon’ pull up n rock the sense. 
pints come in, we servin’ alotta lean. 
fat but b*tch and i’m callin’ her Augustine. 
sonnin’ these n*ggas you can call me a father. 
i’m uppin’ my pole i ain’t doin’ no arguing. 
i’m cutting my ties he ain’t making it right. 
and i’m takin’ his sh*t ima thief inna night. 
tryn’ swim w them sharks he takin’ a bite. 
and i’m tellin’ him once i ain’t tellin’ him twice. 
come thru strapped ain’t talkin’ bout dykes. 
he got hit w that glock we ain’t making em fight. 
we gon’ run in yo house just like poltergeist 
(uh, damn) 

verse: 
countin’ dem blues got ‘em callin’ me stitch. 
pour up a duece got me takin’ a sip. 
n*ggas ain’t steppin’ we makin’ em’ trip. 
you don’t want smoke it’s a dog on my hip. 
talkin’ that sh*t get put inna zip. 
lil josh come thru and he makin’ em’ dip. 
she gimme the drop and im drac’n his whip. 
and i’m having dem racks got me makin’ her strip. 
slime me a n*gga he actin’ too corny. 
n*ggas they mad ‘cause i stay in my glory. 
n*ggas be cappin’ they makin’ a story. 
and we findin’ the opps like nemo n dory. 
housemove hittin’ sh*t like rick n morty. 
f*ckin yo b*tch now i’m horny. 
kickin’ this b*tch bet she leave inna morning. 
pop me a n*gga no need for a warning. 

(damn) 

im fully equipped b*tch get out the way. 
and i walk in the bank tell em’ gimme some cake. 
and i call up my soldiers they hittin’ em’ dracs. 
if you run up on gang you get hit in yo face. 
and these n*ggas be tellin’ em fiction they fake. 
can’t fw the gang we ain’t comin’ to play. 
and b*tch you can’t hang if you not nfh. 

(damn)

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