PUSSY AHH NIGGA DONT WAN NO SMOKE DONT WANT NO CANCERRRR

features from @johnnymizenko 

production from @johnnymizenko @doxxmade @ivvys1 
@baryxprod @notfayglo @4our3va @trellyconnor @yvngonce @sett7v @prod.by.cloud
executively produced by Trippie Redd

All We Got

trelly mizenko, johnny connor prod johnny mizenko [LYRICS]

(woohoo)
Me and johnny, we like steph & klay, we like lebron and wade, and not the other ones

I just hopped out this b*tch a firearm, look like a pistol, but sound like another gun

If you really got b*tches then show me one, I’m getting faded from shots like the kobe one

With my brodie nem, N*ggas ain’t talking bout nothing, You wanna say something? Then stand on the motherf*cking podium (BLAH)

Mops in this b*tch, hanging up on the wall, Like a n*gga could be a custodian

I don’t got no opps n*gga I’m rolling them
I just told my big brother to pour me up
I keep waking my brodie up, slide with a whole a** mask and them N*ggas still know it’s us

2020 them n*ggas ain’t notice us, couple years later, them motherf*ckers know wassup

Got yo b*tch i’m like “ho wassup?”
I don’t want nothing from her but my motherf*cking scrotum touched

I just came in the crib after smoking a blunt and I’m bout to go roll up another one
If my brother want something, then know it’s done, Free my lil brother and long live my older one.
I got n*ggas inside of this b*tch, they be ready to crash just for getting my shoulder touched (BLAH)

yea, yea

Put the bank first, I’m not iggy azelea 
Pop out, one time, 2 chains held up
Don’t believe nun of that sh*t that they tell you (WHAT?)
I got this b*tch and i’m railing her, nailing her, just like a picture
I put lean in a motherf*cking pitcher
I call a bad b*tch, tell her I Miss Her
this b*tch older than me call me mister

“johnny, johnny cmon bro.. not again”
(BLAH)

F*cking every b*tch until my d*ck falling off
B*tch i’m lit as sh*t, I’m never ever falling off I put my d*ck inside her mouth just like it’s tylenol.

Give me head until i headache 
she said I look good, then her pants started falling off
Hit her once, and then i said “when i get home i’m calling” but i didn’t call at all
F*cking her once, and now she obsessed, make me stressed, now I gotta call it off
Choppa al-might one for you, you, & you
yea hittin all of y’all

trelly mizenko, johnny connor

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

ur not a failure [LYRICS]

Said “imma try my best” n*gga, then i turnt up,  B*tch i wasn’t lying
Graduated with depression, still depressed b*tch, and i’m not lying 

This sh*t right here wanna make me drop my head and cry (2x)

I’m okay, but b*tch I feel like dying
I wanna know where Vel at all the time I miss my slime
136 on my hand but that’s my backbone, that’s my spine 
Running all this sh*t up to the tippidy top
Don’t give a f*ck about nobody in this sh*t but me & mines

This sh*t right here wanna make me drop my head & cry (2x)

I almost died,and nobody know (4x)

I’m not crying, if it’s about a hoe
Dollarsigns, they came in a load
I’m too high, my eyes, they be low
Walk in this b*tch I’m a motherf*cking goat.

This sh*t make me wanna drop my head and cry
This sh*t right here made me drop my head and cry

This sh*t make me wanna drop my head and cry
This sh*t right here made me drop my head and cry

ur not a failure

kept it grill [LYRICS]


(14 b*tch)
“yea, Long Live Zodiak, (say yea) Free Hykeem out that b*tch (huh huh) My motherf*cking brother (say yea) (say yea)”

These n*ggas gone die for all that sh*t they said (3x)

Drank in my cup, I’m sippin on red (say yea)
Them n*ggas gone die, Them b*tch a** n*ggas gone die
Dior shades on my eyes
Got a bad b*tch on my side
That b*tch a** n*gga talk crazy
That b*tch a** boy gone die 

Bad b*tch wanna have my baby told her “i’d rather die”
I’m never doing cocaine or committing suicide 
Sitting back thinking about them old days everytime I’m getting high
Finna go back to my old ways, these b*tch a** n*ggas gone die

Them b*tch a** n*ggas gone die for all that sh*t they said 

These n*ggas gone die for all that sh*t they said (3x)

kept it grill

seen u n wst plm (interlude)

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

ZOM ZOM ZOM

trelly connor

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