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

Human Connection Complication prod johnny mizenko [LYRICS]

Locked in with the same gang
I don’t even f*ck with them outside folks 
I’m in a big a** crib and my sleeping clothes cost more than my outside clothes

Oh My God bro, all of you n*ggas is broke i don’t know why y’all outside for
All of them b*tch n*ggas pressed as sh*t n*gga i don’t even give a f*ck bout that ho
I might give this sh*t to a homeless n*gga i don’t give a f*ck bout my clothes
I just turned a bad b*tch to a homeless n*gga I don’t give a f*ck bout my hoes

My ex b*tch can’t stand my nonsense that be why she slouching for
I ain’t recorded sh*t in 2 months, still got fye sh*t in my notes
Still got fye sh*t from last year I ain’t dropped n*ggas keep stealing my flow
N*ggas f*cking up my peace
F*ck it Imma grab that piece and I bet it’s gone blow
Bet it’s gone blow like nose
Don’t give a f*ck what you said b*tch n*gga we know
It could’ve been my biggest fan, Can’t pay for the verse then i’m telling him “no”
Keeping it one double O
My b*tch a 1+1+4+4 (10)
I’m from the 3+3 (6)
P*ssy a** N*gga try me Imma up that- (ahhhhh)

Locked in with the same gang
I don’t even f*ck with them outside folks 
I’m in a big a** crib and my sleeping clothes cost more than my outside clothes (2x)
I’m in a big a** crib and my inside clothes cost more than my outside clothes yea

human connection complication

not my wife, cuutsaib

we all shinin

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

not my wife, cuutsaib

trelly connor