Freaky ft. Neptxne

Hello, It’s Drizzy
Yeah, yeah
Yeah that’s it
Yeah

So cold in the booth when I rap my bars keep my hand on my fucken heater
When it’s bars and raps and I spit them facts 
Run it up kickball like fifa 
Home 
Clubs
Road 
Pubs 
I shave these waps when I peel that back
And I been this way since a cub 

Riding solo won’t listen to critics
Got TW’s so I’m not moving timid 
In a sim I’m the main I’m acidic 
Check the score I keep upping statistics
Hard to give up on the bando
Never too much in a the bag doe
I get a rush from a bank roll
Tuned with the drill like a synchro 

Yeah I kickback with big bros
Moving bricks with my wrist tho
Play with me and I’m dumping shit
Boy I light it up like a disco
Put him on a list like chrisco 
(Whistle) 
What them boys all know bout runs 
I could run in your house bare hands trust me I don’t need no fucken gun
Or kitchen 
Run into banks and start the blicking 
I’m clicking 
Come to my ends and I’ll make you a victim 

Only 2 minutes can fuck up the system
Deep in this shit I don’t know who gone miss them
Stem from an ivy with deadly infliction
Snatching a body his soul got evicted

Chef them down when I walk
Please
Break them necks when I talk
Jeez 
I’m trapping out dope for the sport
I paid my dues I done sat up in court
Ease 
Chef them down when I walk
Please
Break them necks when I talk
Jeez 
I’m trapping out dope for the sport
I paid my dues I done sat up in court

In the trap bro I know its lonely 
Clientele coming through my door
Nah bro I don’t wanna be homies 
Said you a top boy then show me 
I can keep backing these ends I’m a Tony
Too many digits to add to my glory
No need to flex I’ll just play with my trophy
I don’t need your presence I don’t need a phony

If I crease my Airforce 1’s
Boy you better run 
If I up this blick on a bum
That’s him in a blunt
Imma take all of that no division
Multiply add it all to the sum
I got trippers that all come and visit
I keep sending them off to the slums

Ay ay ay hold up hold up Space get this shit real quick
You dont wanna pop that
Whippin that pot I can teach you a lot that
Not many niggas don’t know where the shops at
Teach me the sauce
Nah fuck that
I’m in my bag with the dumb cash all that
Stay in the cut side step like a full back
Bridging a way so I know how I got that

Appreciate that
Yo if anything else comes up just let me know
Yeah I'll be there in a bit, 
Aight bet yo

IN MY ENDZ ft. SPACE CADET

I ain't

Missing ft. Neptxne

MAMA SAID!

LYRICS

PACKING THEM MACKS AGAIN
YOU DONT WANT SMOKE WITH THE PACK AGAIN
YOU DONT WANT 🥷🏾 THATS READY TO RUN 
IF I TELL THAT LIL 🥷🏾 GO TRAP AGAIN

I DONT WANT ME AND MY BROTHERS 
TO LEAN ON ANOTHER
I JUST WANNA STACK FOR THEM
PACKING A PACK WITH A STRAP FOR THEM
GET A FUCKBOY ON WAX FOR THEM

MAKING IT UP TO THE MAIN STAGE 
ONLY THING ON YOUR BOY BRAIN

I COULD PREVENT OR I COULD PROTECT GATES 
FROM THE DEVILISH COLD SNAKES

I DONE WENT CHURCH AND PRAYED ON THE WORST CASE
NOW IM BACK IN A GROWN WAY

I DONE WENT CHURCH HE TOLD ME THE WHOLE STAKES

AND I DID IT IN HIS NAME

DEVIL KEEP TRYING ON ME AND 
IM BRUSHING IT OFF OF MY 
SHOULDER LIKE WHICH WAY

DEVIL BE EYEING ON ME SO I KEEP ME A BIBLE AND RUN WITH A SWITCHBLADE

NIGGAS BE LYING ON ME IF I PICK UP 
A SENSE THEN IM SHOOTING
LIKE 2K

I CANT GET RIGHT IN THE BEEF IF A BOY 
WANT SMOKE ON 
HIS HEAD LIKE A TUPE 






DEVIL KEEP TRYING Prod. rickeyrakzzzz (snippet)

Lyrics

Walk in your house like okay
Got waps that’ll pack you up
Got smoke for the action cuz 
If you reach for the dap ima smack you cunt 

Aye

And I really be beefing with bitches if them bitches talk on a track ima spin dat 

Relay on the spot catch a opp in the shop all his homies should come get some get back

Come get some get back
Two twin glocks make a fuck boy relapse 
Now I don’t see facts 
Ima rip my cone tell a fuckboy relax 

And I don’t do trap 
Black widow on tracks cause I never could do cap
And them pussies got durags 
Ain’t no way I send them pussies to da gulag 

(Cone ripping)

Yeah yeah

Let me keep on rapping real quick 
If that boy talk smart I’m smacking his lip
Like a cone or a joint then I’m packing his shit
You can get whacked up just for acting and shit

And I always be acting a bit 

When I step out the club with immaculate drip

Nigga don’t test this shit
And nigga don’t test my gang if you come to the
Crib ima get you lit

And niggas don’t test my chain when I’m out or fueling up my whip

So I guess that’s how it really is gotta stick and move to get rich

lil bitch 

Chopped trees like when I say “go”

Stop please you ain’t nice lil bro

I’m in the streets ducking police 

In the whip with sticks and no license bro

I’m in the field never been appealed 

I’m making stacks off my microphone

I’m getting cake stacking money up I could never let em come catch me ho 

Like who them boys all rapping on beats 
Trust me them cunts never backed no beef

And they all talk that shit 
Trust me
Adlay
Them cunts don’t come from the streets

And I really do that shit jump out of the whip
Cause I come from the block

And them boys ain’t built like me and on tracks like me 
Cause I’m cut from the cloth

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