prod socialoxygen
cait said drop so i did

regardless

Produced by mirice

Lyrics:
You can switch up but idgaf
You planned this shi for the fam then switched it up
Niggas grahams, niggas crackas, niggas cunts
We can’t go so fuck it roll a blunt
Big rolls, big bankrolls by the bunch
And yo ho, she eat me up for lunch
Good gas in my mf lungs
I cut them dreads off, huh, just like Slump
Huh, put a switch on the AR, huh, it’s finna dump
Huh, you get no second try, you done already fucked up one
Huh, huh, wasn’t made to be loyal, I can’t trust
Can’t beef with you, you a pedo, you a nonce
Huh, huh, I ain’t never been nobody else except for my momma son
Bitch I been that fuckin nigga ever since one (Nananana)
You can’t play me like I’m dumb

switch

prod burke

Engineered by @kollegeee and @nvrmindd

Lyrics

A change of plans, im in first place im not the middle man
Bad hoe said she need a hug come bring it in
(slatt)
 W- We got many shots right for ya many men 
Anddd
We got many bands we got hella bands in da truck
Boy come get ya slut she wan ride da dick and suck me up 
Heard he wanna come slide i kno that gen 5 fuck em up
I dont got no time for the lies, dont got time for the love or lust
Ok lets go burke!
T- Tryn see yo money work
Freak hoes they wanna flirt
My bih keep glock in the purse
Gen 5 that boy ina hearse
U mad but u hurt me first?
Ion take no drugs im allergic 
Ima keep on going im amerging… yea

(NVM)
 
( yea yea)

We got plenty bands, we got plenty bands in here
She calling me her man she must want this dih in her
These hollows hit yo man we might put a dent in him
Started this shit with no plan i dont know how i got here
They hate when they see me up, im w ko bitch t me up
Different swag cant show me up, i want all black tees yea
Bad hoes tryna link up, get high wit no blinkers
Hot percs they keep me up, niggas hate cant see us yea yea
 
i changed the plans ok Im not finna pretend im ok I cant focus wit u in the way Locked in cut all dese hoes out my face
( yea yea)

  A change of plans ok
Im not finna pretend im ok 
I cant focus wit u in the way
Locked in cut all dese hoes out my face.



They way my brudda switched no i cant believe it
I might just go pop a pill just so i can ease it
Said she wanna sip celine then go get celine then
He keep talking bout sm old hoes i do not need it

CHANGEOFPLANS (feat. nvrmindd)

FNTSYKILLS - BREAD (@litwanvision @onekiers @wa)

produced by kiers
mixed & mastered by abyst

Mannequin

produced by pointunid

i dont even beef wit nikkas dey kids.

adrenaline rush

1st beat: prod. @blastfahmi 2nd beat: prod. @imzachrii

lyrics:

this ho trynna eat all on me,
and man this ho stink,
out of my v,
i’m with the flag,
yea that’s my team,
ho trynna talk down i came w my beam,
i ain’t talkin bout kiers,
but i keep that choppa on me, on me

i put that box on yo head,
nigga said he robbed me,
nigga i’m dead,
and my shooter put you in the med,
just like pencil, leave u with sum led,
yea this ho led me on,
brand new jacket from evyonne,

how this ho wanted some alo,
wanted some raven,
gave her some russe,
she off the eddy sedated,
but she so hollow,
i gave her the boot,
i put some line on my jeans,
got this ho rubbing my feet,
she want bread leave her on read,
and i meant read, red on my seats.

walk, walk, walk bitch
i gotta stick in my lap,
i’m in the booth w some salmon in my lap,
bad ho she asian,
she trynna fuck,
i’m on vacation,
i got these hoes off the x, they all patients
hoe trynna fuck on me just cuz i’m blasian,

i’m off the dro,
bitch a good fye,
gave my ho ace, 
and now she so high,
she trynna dip,
trynna tuck on my fye,
i want my ho just to tuck in my fye,

baby u ready, baby u ready,
i’m trynna boot up,
she trynna hezi,
big ahh glrddd,
it’s gon hit your dome,
i’m a wild krat, turn into a crow
uh huh,

baby u ready,
baby u ready,
baby u ready,
i know she ready,
i know she ready,
i know she ready,
i know she ready,
i know she ready,
baby she ready,
i know u ready,
i know u ready,
baby so steady,
man is she ready,
i know she ready,
i know she ready,

aren’t you on,
aren’t you on,
aren’t you on,
echelin,
echelon,
echelin,
echelon,
big ahh x,
in my don,
am i done,
am i done,
am i done,
am i done,
am i done,
am i done,
am i done,
am i done.

boot/walk

Prod:killfridayy


Vocals and mixing: Me
_______________________ 
LYRICS:


Fans in the room
I can’t forget about tool
I can’t forget about you 
My partner trippin off shrooms
You gotta leave me the room 
I can’t go back, no round two
No i don’t think about you
Yeah bitch 
Walk outside, I throw a fit
Wit fine shi, wit my fye n shi
Hit you in the head 
Hit yo eye and shi
That’s my lil bitch 
There go my shi
This 556. go crazy 
Might not love you, bitch it’s a maybe
Bitch you ain’t gangster, bitch u fugazi
Keep on playin, i shoot at yo baby
My niggas, they not sane
Walk down like do u know Joy Lane, Bitch
I’m finna go cause pain 
Stop talking bout me stay in yo lane bitch
I’m tryna make the who crowd jump 
Slide down big double pump
Text my phone, give a fuck
Double cross u outta luck 
Got more money, more guwap 
Really? give a a fuck boutta thot?
These niggas acting what they not
I spent more money than what u got 


I got mad guwap, i got mad guns
I got mad thots, I got mad funds 
Hop in that black truck, yeah we finna hat one
I shop at saks fifth, yo ah shop at pacsun
Nigga tried to talk bout it? Nigga thought he had one
Nigga get yo bag up, yeen gotta fake one
I rock wit real niggas, I rock with day ones 
Diamonds in my fucking ear look like raycons
We in all black sum like akon

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