crumble w/ 800pts (dantespromise, vellomi)

solo

solo (flxwrency)

lyrics-
i dont even like to hang with these niggas i see right through niggas facades
you can't do shit with that nigga, dont trust that boy, these niggas wearin wires
nah bitch ian jackin that he say she say shit, take it up in real life
dont let that pretty ho fool u cuz she was regurgitating on my dick last night
i find it crazy asf how these niggas can talk but then raise they hand up for a dap up
geek ass nigga be internet thuggin it out but be broke asf behind a macbook
these niggas call me margiela man cuz i flex up in margiela but i got the gat tucked
i do it better than half of these niggas im all up on yo bitch spotify wrap up
yeah, ian never been the braggin type
but when niggas this garbage, it's difficult
i got a goth hoe and she bad, when she want the dick man she do a lil ritual
we walk in the store and we buyin it all but i still got like 10 bands up in my residual
i might just take some inspiration from these niggas but im still the mf original
truly, witted
gotta get it lil bitch im comitted
damn ian fuck that ho in a minute
on his avenue we pay him a visit
i got yo bitch, she studyin my physics
these niggas tryn fuck up my pivot
i got the pack i double it and flip it
screwin that bitch im sum like a rivet
yuh, yuh, yuh, yah
demon stick it send a nigga to god
dominican bitch and im lovin ha bod
got a nigga twitchin like a fuckin vod
airing out the venue, ian talkin pod
dis kel-tec look like sum offa cod
niggas talkin, ooh man i swear to god

freemason (geogotbands)

fov w/ slump6s (geogotbands)

tourniquet (ziggy)

before (1xyrin)

metallica

protégé (geogotbands)

uh, i could give a fuck 'bout how you livin
bitch im countin guala, im tryn run up these digits (yea)
m-m-my lil bro he tote wesson and smith'n
i already kno how these hoes go they choose and pickin'
inside color whip, butterscotch krimpet
catch a twitter typin nigga, leave his ass limpin (ha)
made her pop a 10 three times, bitch got to twitchin
she see i'm lil witted, she get on her knees, no christian (yea)

i can't fold, no
i cant go, no
tell that ho hit me on snapchat, you can't get my phone, no
way a nigga whipped the amg truck, bitch i thought 'bout goin pro
and my niggas rockin' that all black, bitch you kno they on go
g-g-go
been busy livin my life nah i ain't got time for these hoes
i call up lil jimbo, yea we gon kick back roll dis dope
like hoes in all type of colors, but if it's snowin, i can't go
and lil witted gon stay on top, yea, this just simple shit you should know

butterscotch krimpet (stan)

bandit ft. slump6s prod greed

have it (k3vn)

zombie prod witted

sample- it's not peer pressure, it's just your turn by Ispentsixhourswatchingshockvideosyesterday

my turn prod witted

freestyle prod 7timex

so what prod 7timex x witted

forearm prod witted

Nesquik

Omega Beta Zeta

Goodnight

Produced by TrulyWitted
remixed - Death By Glamour by Toby Fox

Death by Glamour

Can you tell I’m alone right now? (alone right now)
Only reason I’d be calling yo phone right now, okay
Kept running his mouth, pussy boy got taken out
Niggas lame, won’t even get a “good lookin out” okay
Ahh, you my bitch, so, imma put gold in ya mouth, okay?
Niggas got guap guap
Pulled up to Wawa (Whaa) ‘Cause she love the Oreo milkshake 
Pulled up to a nice lil spot, changed my mind bout goin on dates (damn)
Bitches ain’t fuckin wit you, wasn’t one time you ain’t served face

Uh, let’s roll one and sedate, after that, fuck the makeup on yo face
She wan hold the Micro drac, if she ain’t check my phone, then it’s okay
Baby fuck what they gon say, cuz you got a lot of good food on yo plate
You got a lot of good food on yo plate
You-you-you got a lot of got food on yo plate

Bitch my brother name Lotto, he count cake
And I’ll throw sum racks in ya face
This bitch just wanna fuck me (I know that)
I’ll be damned I bring her ass where I lay 
I heard what you said baby, I ain’t know that you was even starting to feel that way
And I don’t like when you get distant
Bae you know it’s harder for us to build that way

You did bad, or did I?
Baby, double suicide with me
I was talkin bout the ride
But you still should know it’s do or die with me
This is such a piece of pie
I found all it out, no point in lying to me
Cook a nigga up like a stir fry, all these niggas 2 star dining to me

That’s a lil bitch, yeah, oh
That’s a lil bitch that I’m dying to meet
On FaceTime she like “You fond of me?”
I hit that bitch w the “probably”
I hit that bitch with the “probab-“
I hit that
I hate that bitch with the all of me
I hate that bitch with the all of
I hate that
I hate that bitch with the all of me

Can you tell I’m alone right now? (alone right now)
Only reason I’d be calling yo phone right now, okay
Kept running his mouth, pussy boy got taken out
Niggas lame, won’t even get a “good lookin out” okay
Ahh, you my bitch, so, imma put gold in ya mouth, okay?
Niggas got guap guap
Pulled up to Wawa (Whaa) ‘Cause she love the Oreo milkshake 
Pulled up to a nice lil spot, changed my mind bout goin on dates (damn)
Bitches ain’t fuckin wit you, wasn’t one time you ain’t served face

Uh, let’s roll one and sedate, after that, fuck the makeup on yo face
She wan hold the Micro drac, if she ain’t check my phone, then it’s okay
Baby fuck what they gon say, cuz you got a lot of good food on yo plate
You got a lot of good food on yo plate
You-you-you got a lot of got food on yo plate

Bitch my brother name Lotto, he count cake
And I’ll throw sum racks in ya face
This bitch just wanna fuck me (I know that)
I’ll- damned, (damned, damn) 
I heard what you said — , I ain’t know that 
I ain’t know that (I ain’t know that)

witted

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