El guapo w Sanfaneto

Produced by prod.toni
Mixed & Mastered by @kxrito

Tek Risk

$wag Agenda(feat-rxg.staygeekin)

kyuliar - #touchdown

comprehend

HAVIT

taxman

Maison Margiela(prod.ufwhil)

EVERYBODY

[Chorus]
I feel myself up on that loose leaf, I fear it’s just my thing
Choose myself, you can’t call me selfish — you would do the same damn thing
The same thing in my head pops up and it just sings
Nah, I can’t text, I’m busy — I know all I did was say “hey”

Why I feel I’m being set up?
Hey, set up — and just for fun
Bitch, you sick to your stomach if you think I’m gonna run straight into the sun (hold on!)
Fuh nigga, you think I’m sick? Nah, I ain’t running into the sun
Tell them people I’m done

Baby, you sick to your stomach when I say this shit is done — baby, then it’s done
Baby, you sick to your stomach when you make a mess and expect me to clean up the crumbs
B-baby, you sick to your stomach
W-wait!
Sick to you

[Verse 1]
You gotta move like me (yuh!)
You gotta move like me (yuh, yuh, yuh!)
But Dash, you move with too much speed — I cannot keep up with you, B (uh-uh!)
Look at time, yeah — check the clock, yeah — it’s ’bout time to stock
Stock up on cash, yeah, that shit rocks

[Bridge]
We thought you was locked in — keep it a buck
What happened?
Yeah, yeah — you a liar
Nah, aye, I see the problem — I’m flyest out here, I am not a rider (what got ’em?)
You can tell me different, but I wouldn’t listen — I got many, many problems (yo!)
Repetition is a demon (say huh!)
But repetition is the season (yeah!)

[Verse 2]
I smell a strange aroma — it’s gon’ be hell when I get home
Oh, mind your own business — stick to your code, you’ll be sittin’ on a throne (ha, hold on!)
Rappin’ ‘bout all of them dollars — let’s put it beneath us and see who is taller
Huh, like animals lookin’ for loose meat — I get a lil’ hungry when I see a lil’ dollar (okay!)
I’m in back of the lobby with all of my hoes
And these niggas keep texting — I holler
I can’t text, I’m busy, my bad — all I did was say “hey”

[Chorus – Repeat]
I feel myself up on that loose leaf, I fear it’s just my thing
Choose myself, you can’t call me selfish — you would do the same damn thing
The same thing in my head pops up and it just sings
Nah, I can’t text, I’m busy — I know all I did was say “hey”

Why I feel I’m being set up?
Hey, set up — and just for fun
Bitch, you sick to your stomach if you think I’m gonna run straight into the sun
Bitch, you sick to your stomach if you think I’m gonna run straight into the sun

Baby, you sick to your stomach when I say this shit is done — baby, then it’s done
Baby, you sick to your stomach when you make a mess and expect me to clean up the crumbs
B-baby, you sick to your stomach
W-wait!
Sick to you

SICK2YA

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yuh, yuh) (Ayy, ayy)
(Yeah, yeah) (Let's go!)

[Chorus]
Text me back, don’t leave me on read (yeah)
Got that vibe running circles in my head (wooh)
Fuck it up, we gon’ party till we dead (gang)
Now they all tryna follow where I tread (brra)
Text me back, don’t leave me on read (yeah)
Got that vibe running circles in my head (pow)
Fuck it up, we gon’ party till we dead (wooh)
Now they all tryna follow where I tread (gang, gang)

[Hook]
Running up the bag (running up the bag)
Running up the bag (running up the bag)
Running up the bag (running up the bag)
They can’t hold me back (they can’t hold me back)

[Verse 1]
Moving quick, I’m a ghost in the night (yeah)
They ain’t seeing how I’m living this life (pow)
Got my demons but I keep it all tight (wooh)
Mix the pain with the smoke, take flight (gang)
On the low but I shine like a flare (flare)
All these bitches wanna stop and just stare (stare)
Had to grind, now I’m up in the air (air)
Counting racks with no time to spare (yeah, yeah)

(Hold up) back on my zone with the madness (madness)
Fuck a fake vibe, I ain’t doing no acting (acting)
All in the field, where the money keep stacking (stacking)
I ain’t falling off, bitch, I made it off passion (gang)

[Chorus]
Text me back, don’t leave me on read (yeah)
Got that vibe running circles in my head (wooh)
Fuck it up, we gon’ party till we dead (gang)
Now they all tryna follow where I tread (brra)
Text me back, don’t leave me on read (yeah)
Got that vibe running circles in my head (pow)
Fuck it up, we gon’ party till we dead (wooh)
Now they all tryna follow where I tread (gang, gang)

[Hook]
Running up the bag (running up the bag)
Running up the bag (running up the bag)
Running up the bag (running up the bag)
They can’t hold me back (they can’t hold me back)

[Verse 2]
Switching lanes, bitch, I ride with no fear (fear)
Keep it solid, I ain’t trustin’ no peer (peer)
All that cap talk, I don’t wanna hear (hear)
Cut the snakes, then I made it all clear (clear, pow)
Fuck what they say, I been locked in the booth (locked in)
Cooking heat, I deliver the proof (yeah, yeah)
Every move that I make got a groove (wooh)
I don’t lie, I just live in the truth (truth, gang)

(Ayy) drip in my soul, not a trend (trend)
Counting commas with my bros to the end (end)
Still remember I was broke, had to mend (mend)
Now the whole world calling me a friend (brra)

[Bridge]
Late nights (yeah), no sleep (yeah)
Fucked up (wooh), too deep (gang)
Smoke clouds (pow), can’t see (brra)
But the grind gon’ set me free (set me free)

[Chorus]
Text me back, don’t leave me on read (yeah)
Got that vibe running circles in my head (wooh)
Fuck it up, we gon’ party till we dead (gang)
Now they all tryna follow where I tread (brra)
Text me back, don’t leave me on read (yeah)
Got that vibe running circles in my head (pow)
Fuck it up, we gon’ party till we dead (wooh)
Now they all tryna follow where I tread (gang, gang)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Yuh, yuh) (Ayy, ayy)
Text me back!

Tek Risk

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