All (intro) prod. yvngonce [LYRICS]

I was outside with my brother, my brother, my shooter.
Don’t give a f*ck about nothing, n*gga we bussin, clutch baby ruger
I be the n*gga that teach him a lesson like I be a motherf*ckin tutor 

I get the motherf*ckin bands I’m true to this sh*t like my first name was Buddha
She wanna know my real last name I’m telling her “What’s it to you?”
I cannot f*ck on that b*tch if that p*ssy stank and smelling like tuna
All of money be so damn long I think that I need me a ruler, I got bad b*tches in this b*tch right now I feel like I’m bktharula
I got this b*tch on her knees like she praying she not even saying “ Hallelujah “
Got a blonde ho and she go super saiyan, I think that i want me the blue one, With the blue hair.
Don’t pull up thinking sh*t sweet, my n*ggas, they shoot there.

Put everything inside of one pot
I do this sh*t for my brother, and mama, and sister, my n*gga, I’m all that they got
I took a risk and I got to the bank
F*ck all them n*ggas that told me I can’t 
Shout out to all of the hater that doubted me I told them n*ggas “I needed it alot”

F*ck all them opps, them n*ggas not going no where, them n*ggas gone stay on the block
I’m on a plane, this bad b*tch giving me brain, I’m smokin propane til I rot.
Look at the chain
Look at the grill
Look at the fist
Look at the wrist
Look at the whip
Look at my b*tch
Don’t gotta tell you I’m making alot
I’m giving all this sh*t all that I got (4x)
I’m giving all this sh*t all to my children, grandchildren, the children I don’t even got
200 years i’m still in this b*tch
giving this  sh*t everything that I got

(yea, yea)

Shout out my motherf*cking brother, my brother, my shooter.
Don’t give a f*ck about nothing, n*gga we bussin, clutch baby ruger
I be the n*gga that teach him a lesson like I be a motherf*ckin tutor

not my wife, cuutsaib

Throwin up 2s like peace [LYRICS]


Sippin on mud, not juice
I do this sh*t for me, I do this sh*t for my crew
You ain’t talkin bout nun, Peace out, Throwin up 2s
Givin it all I got like i ain’t got nun to lose

F*ckin this bad a** b*tch
Up in this fast a** whip
Dissin on 136, b*tch a** n*gga, f*ck round get killed
Threats in my dm, but really outside, b*tch im keepin that steel

(b*tch-) Steel in my hand like a damn bat
Never ever gotta ask “Where trell at?”
Put em on a wall, where the nail at?
Send hell of shells where the snails at
Send his b*tch a** down where hell at
F*ck jail, where the damn cell at?
Smokin big rifa, can u smell that?

I was outside (5x)
N*ggas makin diss songs, n*ggas gone die
See him one time, n*gga seein my fye
Glock go- (ahh)
Mama’s gone cry
N*ggas don’t be in the P they lying
Who sh*t be on repeat? That’s mine

My n*ggas locked up, none of them killed
N*ggas aint sliding on sh*t, get real
My n*ggas sliding like IG reel
N*ggas ain’t talkin bout nun, be still
I’d rather be locked up than be killed
F*ck life, walk out, Throwing up 2s
Big bank, walk up, throwing up blues
Give all I got like i aint nun to lose, You n*ggas be b*tches

I got sh*t that’s f*cked up with vision
Sippin med’s I don’t need a prescription 
I’m just f*ckinh this b*tch cause she nasty
I don’t know who she is, but she spitting 
If them boys want me dead then come get me
If they want to go to war then let’s get it

throwin up 2s like peace

the PREZSWAG act

canada

SAVEIT

prod rochambeau & noraa

im tryna see where your gang at 
new balenci’ fuck the price match 
out in london get your phone snatched 
niggas talking get your gang back 
get your rank back, put that pain back in 
diamonds laying on some good black skin 
sms she got the number tapped in 
guidi boots but i dont fucking tap dance 

25 in manhattan this just shopping shit 
i got bitches calling left and right, i blocked this bitch 
and the numbers going up, look like im stocking shit 
niggas get caught out of line niggas get caught out of line 
pulling these fuck niggas cards, my cousin had taught me how to work a nine 
put on that suit then your boy done got ready, cant go back to no 9-5 
rolling this bitch and im live rolling this bitch and im live 

im tryna see where your gang at 
new balenci’ fuck the price match 
out in london get your phone snatched 
niggas talking get your gang back 
get your rank back, put that pain back in 
diamonds laying on some good black skin 
sms she got the number tapped in 
guidi boots but i dont fucking tap dance

huh, lets go, yeah lets go Im the golden ticket, yeah fasho 
i been counting chicken, let you know 
i got slimy niggas on your nose 
they’ll do anything for a code they’ll do anything for a post they just tryna get a moncler coat 
niggas get caught out of line niggas get caught out of line 
pulling these fuck niggas cards, my cousin had taught me how to work a nine 
put on that suit then your boy done got ready, cant go back to no 9-5 
rolling this bitch and im live rolling this bitch and im live

Golden Boy

prod. skreer x alexcheyz


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