Im ngl niccas waitin on u too blowup already

[Lyrics]
(Brrlddd)
Rolled 3.5, now I’m feelin’ real good.
Who ain’t outside? I still live in my hood.
.40 ate face, n**a stank like “eughh.”
I don’t need Draco to slide with that wood.
N**a want beef? Sh*t, get his *ss cooked.
Know I’m gon’ fye, twin gimme dat look.

⸻

Topshotta slide on n**as, .40 butta.
I up the fye on a n**a, no rebuttal.
Fye stick, five n**as in a huddle.

Topshotta slide on n**as, .40 butta.
I up the fye on a n**a, no rebuttal.
Fye stick, five n**as in a huddle.

⸻

[Verse 1]
Strapped up diaper, d-diaper, pull up.
Try some — good luck.
I-I’m on Cypress with a full gun, I’m such a hoodlum.
Know I got .45 tryna cook sum’.
Jury tryna hit me with a book, huh.

⸻

[Beat Switch]
Lately I been off one,
I been feelin’ good, I’m feelin’ awesome.
You wanna cop? I smoke that thrax, it’s gon’ cost ya.
N**a better not try send that pack — they Randy Moss him.
I ain’t tryna make new friends, need new munna.
Topshotta really sprayin’, he’s a gunna.
I ran it up again, like a hunna.
I cannot take no stand for your honor.
Ride around, more gens than Obama.
I got a 4th gen for a problem.
I’m only associatin’ with the dollaz.
Hit with that 4-5th, make him holla.
N**as, he broke, capable as toddlers.
Spinnin’ me wrong — face him how I shot him.
Chimney prone, Santa Topshotta.
Gettin’ these bows from Guatemala.
Hit him, he fold — pop like collar.
Spendin’ these loads, diamonds on water.

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[Chorus]
Rolled 3.5, now I’m feelin’ real good.
Who ain’t outside? I still live in my hood.
.40 ate face, n**a stank like “eughh.”
I don’t need Draco to slide with that wood.
N**a want beef? Sh*t, get his *ss cooked.
Know I’m gon’ fye, twin gimme dat look.

⸻

Topshotta slide on n**as, .40 butta.
I up the fye on a n**a, no rebuttal.
Fye stick, five n**as in a huddle.

Topshotta slide on n**as, .40 butta.
I up the fye on a n**a, no rebuttal.
Fye stick, five n**as in a huddle.

HOODLUM (WYRDO)

LOYALS *Kryottik

Window Shopping

goodmorning

(wkeuptdy rio thankyouwill)

Aye
I jumped in like hold up
I flexed up like hold up
I got a lot of shit on my shoulders
Had to shake off my shoulders
This shit on me too much, yeah, I think I gotta land
They said I can't do nun, yea
They said I can't do nun, but I showed them I can
Aye, and I wouldn't even do that
Yea
And I wouldn't even do this if it wasn't for Lance
You ain't even gotta drink, turn me up yea I'm finna get it
We ain't gotta wait on ya, you can get up out the bed

Aye, Heya
Aye, wake up
Aye, cake up
Aye, Bake up
She don't even, got no make up
How she know, I like the lakers
Woah
It's no game, I cannot play ya
Ain't got no cake, I ain't finna save ya
Every day I wake up, and I say thank ya

Wow
I went new pellet for my jacket, sorry if I swag on you
And I'm loving the way that I really grew up, I'll never follow all the rules
They gon' change on you, they gon' change on you

Rottweiler look like Snoop, dondada call my troops
Not why I know you, doot dootaloot doot doo
Got this for a shoot, jump straight through the roof
They say keep it true, they love you for you
Wah, huh
My diamonds compliment my reefer

I jumped in like hold up
I flexed up like hold up
I got a lot of shit on my shoulders
Had to shake off my shoulders
This shit on me too much, yeah, I think I gotta land
They said I can't do nun, but I showed them I can, yea
And I wouldn't even do this if it wasn't for Lance

gave u my heart (feat. plehya)

@truekourage

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