y this hoe on my dick
watch yo hoe compliment dis
tell that fuck boy rest in piss
we got diamonds on our wrist
fuck yo hoe swallow my kids
u a ho we cannot kiss
y tf these niggas switch
hotboxin up in the whip
i do what u cant
i said fuck 12 fuck the feds
shutup pussy boy is u mmm
popout and then u dead
im traveling the world like i was fuckin dead
i popout in that cut
what dont u understand
shoutout 2 all my brothers we locked in like a clan
nigga u is a bitch pussy dont got no hands 
i got this fuckin draco its gon make his ass dance
i got this fuckin gen fi its tucked up in my pants
why tf is his ass tryn backdoor 
when a nigga knew in advance 
boy yo dum ass is a pussy boy
boy ill leave yo body in france
i swear ima go up cuz i always gotta plan
its gon take a min for them to understand

this shit might be laced chat

furrycore X_x

twin glocks

fragile ft. mental prod me

0:00 - solo
0:51 - @tgwog + @granularize
1:46 - solo
2:16 - @popilization
3:10 - @salviaparadox
4:08 - @faintthearted
4:59 - @granularize
5:54 - @leahsummers
6:33 - @paradoxenoir
7:25 - @tgwog
8:18 - solo
9:05 - @popilization + @violetxx9
9:56 - @popilization + @gmodravemix
10:50 - @mmassi + @ixosyd
11:19 - @popilization + @1hallow
12:09 - @imnotrydxr
12:58 - @granularize
13:49 - solo
14:47 - @okami200bpm

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run out of time need to clock back
said girl hit me on my iPad
bitch she an OG like recon
you see what i seen, then you’d laugh aswell

too like me cuz she tapped aswell
packs pungent you can see the smell
she’d run if she could, that bitch steady not ur girl

hop on the beat i don’t need no hook 
stepping outside i don’t need no hood
cheated on you but i told you so
you love girls who don’t wanna know you

bitch i’m riding around with the poles too
bitch i’m riding around with the glick
if im outside then bitch he’s outside i’m coming outside with the pistol

i saw ur phone last night this girl telling you that she miss you
she moved onto a different guy so guess that shit not ur issue

starve myself you’ll see the shrinkage up in vessle
be my guest x2

what did i tell you 
nobody knows you
nobody cares bout the feelings you got

vice versa my feelings are gone
vice versa all glory to God.

Clock Back

lyrics:
this that shit that turning the guys to girls like Alex Consani

flick that wrist i’m giving the girl the world
you know where to find me

im on the street with glicks i’ll blow out this shit i’ll slide in the bitch like python

righteous all of my guys on fighting bitch in the booth and i stay with the writing

type shit i don’t wanna hear no type shit 
guys on the screens and he stay with the typing

dyke shit gun in my lap
cuz yk a guy stay strapped

12 years old and i stare at the TV screen cuz i don’t wanna know about the outside

selfridges but the fat guy sell fridges cuz he eats everything in the eyesight

money came in, sight of it makes me sick
cuz when they see me lit
all of them wanna come in

illustrate i feel sick, when i write down what i sing

triple H imma spit when they talk about what i think

it gets bait when they see me
so i walk down with a limp

i’m in pain and they see it
but i don’t care bout my feelings

you my queen and i see it so ill pay for
your lip filler

wanna make music w me
told him don’t
Bryson tiller

doing it wrong but bby im alright! (neroun)

uhmaxx