Hatred.

GOT MY KNOCKS (Prod. Supahoes)

Paris

LYRICS HERE:

(I let you beat it)
(I'm loving this ride)
(smooth like a Beamer)
(Smooth like that Henny)
(This what happens when we drinking)
(I'm not gonna lie, you got me speechless)
(Got 69, more than-)

(Hook)
she like when I beat it
She like when we linkin 
She like when we drinkin
She pull up without reason
She say She like me cuz I’m different
She love the way I leave her speechless
she luv the way I hit it

I jus be chillin, tryna make a million
Remember when gang was surviving 
Now we livin’
I jus be chillin, in my own head, I remember them harsh days vivid
Remember she didn’t wanna fuck wit me cuz I was broke, now my line she be hittin
She claim it’s real love, but, she only luv the way that I be stackin up chicken

This Henny really got me thinkin like
This Casa Really got me leanin like
This girl really got me feelin like
They all sleeping on me and I be dreaming like
Me and this girl connect like wifi 
Skirt off in that hellcat, redeye 
The life i live, is a fast life
She say for me she gon act right 

We off of the henny, we swervin
We throwin them benjis, she twerkin
Count up the cash, she wanted a birkin
She look real bad, all of her curvy 
She real pretty, she thinkin she worthless
(She real pretty, she thinkin she worthless)

I jus want a girl who I could stack with
She jus want a man she could match with
Every angle, you know she a bad bitch
She threw it on me, you know I gotta catch it
She knew she fell in luv wit a savage
The way I hustle and make these packs flip
I knew I fell in luv with a bad bitch
The way she don’t be acting all ratchet

(Hook)
she like when I beat it
She like when we linkin 
She like when we drinkin
She pull up without reason
She say She like me cuz I’m different
She love the way I leave her speechless
she luv the way I hit it

(Hook)
she like when I beat it
She like when we linkin 
She like when we drinkin
She pull up without reason
She say She like me cuz I’m different
She love the way I leave her speechless
she luv the way I hit it

I got her bent, no Hennessy 
We was jus friends, the memories
Her friends know my songs, they envy me
They be like “yo, you talkin to cee?”
She-She-She so bad had to take her for a trip
3.5 to the face .45 on the hip
Spent about 5.5k on the kicks 
In total that’s 6k on the fit

(Hook)
she like when I beat it
She like when we linkin 
She like when we drinkin
She pull up without reason
She say She like me cuz I’m different
She love the way I leave her speechless

(You kiss on my thighs and then you eat it)
(Pause for a minute then, I let you beat it)
(I'm loving this ride, smooth like a Beamer)
(Smooth like that Henny)
(This what happens when we drinking)
(I'm not gonna lie, you got me speechless)
(Got 69, more than 25 reasons)

(Me, Hennessy and you)
(Me, Hennessy and you)
(Me, Hennessy and you)
(Me, Hennessy and you)

Hennessy

“Better”

(Shoutout Silent for the beat, Puttin in that work, Giving us that heat)
(Grahh)
(grrr)

Hook:
Took some L’s in ‘23, i just hope that 24’ better
I still stack blue notes, and I still count up my cheddar
Don’t fuck wit no hoes, I only care bout my scale and berretta
She fw cee, cuz she know that I get her wetter 
Took some L’s in ‘23, i just hope that 24’ better
I still stack blue notes, and I still count up my cheddar
Don’t fuck wit no hoes, I only care bout my scale and berretta
She fw cee, cuz she know that I get her wetter

Don’t trust these bitches, they setup
Got the knocks in the sweater so I wouldn’t let em 
.30 clip, aiming for the neck up
Put it all in her mouth like a checkup
How you gon say you step, wit sum steppas
fuck wit the gang you gon end up on a stretcher 
He ain’t on hots, he got shot and ain’t get up
How you wifing that hoe? That’s sum I could never

Bitch I’m too hot dog you better ketchup
Ballin on these niggas, all 3’s no layups
Shawty bad, she ain’t even need no makeup
She the finest in the world, even when she wake up
She so bad and she ain’t even know it
She luv the way that I tote it
she luv the way that I up it and throw em 
she listen to cee, you know she adore it

Bought her a bag I dior it
Pulled up to her spot and then we floor it
She know she ain’t fuckin wit a broke nigga
Pullin up in whips everything foreign 

(She love the way that I tote it)
(She love the way that I throw em)
(Pull up to the)
(Pull up to the)
(Everything foreign)

Hook:
Took some L’s in ‘23, i just hope that 24’ better
I still stack blue notes, and I still count up my cheddar
Don’t fuck wit no hoes, I only care bout my scale and berretta
She fw cee, cuz she know that I get her wetter 
Took some L’s in ‘23, i just hope that 24’ better
I still stack blue notes, and I still count up my cheddar
Don’t fuck wit no hoes, I only care bout my scale and berretta
She fw cee, cuz she know that I get her wetter

Better (‘23)

“Off The Mud Pt2” Remix

Chill Vibe, It’s On Spotify But I Ain’t Realize That It Wasn’t On SoundCloud

Ounces

Lyrics Here:

grahh

grahh grahh

grahh grahh boom

look, look, look

We in the club
She screamin my name
She shakin her ass
While I’m countin the dough
We goin up
She fallin in luv
I’m chillin wit woes 
They neva gon fold
If I stack up
My brother gon stack too
And that’s the shit I put on the code
Got alla dis love for this one girl
She ain’t gotta worry bout none of these dusty ass hoes

Ian gon trust you if you cheat on ya girl
Cuz that could jus mean you could rat on ya bro
Shoutout To G, when I was low and lost my light she lift me up help me glow
Shoutout To mama We been thru alot, came up from nothin, whatchu know bout heatin the house up usin the stove when it was cold

She the only reason I’m still here, imagine if that one day I went on the roads
Imagine that one day I went out wit da guys when they was pouring up 4’s
I’d prolly end up in the slammer missin my girl or missin my home
shit I guess we ain’t ever gon know, cuz I’m out and free and I’m hitting these rap tunes while I’m up in my zone

Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Relay
Cuttin up, Cuttin up, Cuttin up,
Freeway
Fuck it Up, Fuck it Up, Fuck It Up,
Replay
Rewind that shit back jus like a dj

Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Relay
Cuttin up, Cuttin up, Cuttin up,
Freeway
Fuck it Up, Fuck it Up, Fuck It Up,
Replay
she gon do what i say



Clap it up
Clap it up
Hit from the back and she gon back it up

Clap it up
Clap it up
Hit from the back and she gon back it up

Clap it up
Clap it up
Hit from the back she gon back it up

Clap it up
Clap it up
Hit it from the back she gon -

“In Every Other Universe, Gwen Stacy Falls For Spider Man, And In Every Other Universe It Doesn’t End Well”

We in the club
She scream my name
She shakin her ass
While I’m countin the dough
We goin up
She fallin in luv
I’m chillin wit woes 
They neva gon fold
If I stack up
My brothers gon stack too
And that’s the shit I put on the code
Got alla dis love for this one girl
She ain’t gotta worry bout none of these dusty ass hoes

Ian gon trust you if you cheat on ya girl
Cuz that could jus mean you could rat on ya bro
Shoutout To G, when I was low and lost my light she lift me up help me glow
Shoutout To My mama We been thru alot, came up from nothin, whatchu know bout heatin the house up usin the stove when it was cold

My Name

Dissociate

Lyrics here:

(Smoove, Smoove)
(Luv how you move)
(Aye, Aye)
(Aye, Aye)

Smoove, Smoove
Love how you move
She gon suck my dick in the back of the coupe
Beat got me dancing hittin a groove
Nigga wanna fight he get hit wit the 2
Idc if you ugly bitch bring ya friend too
Feelin so hot, like Young M.A “ouuu”
Claim u about it then bitch make a move
somethin happened to my ex and she asked,
“Was it you?”
If it was me I wouldn’t have missed, I would’ve hit
Prayin for ya new man he picked the wrong bitch
I ain’t gon get into that, she a whole snitch 

Ima count guap till I get to the tip-top
Yo bitch here shakin ass like a tiktok 
talk hot you gon find out how this stick talk
You wanna fight? We gon let this bitch pop
You wanna fight? You gon see how this stick box
She like a convertible they way that she drop top
All I say is one word and she gone give slop
She know I’m known and that I got knocks

If it’s up then it’s stuck
If it’s smoke, Runnin up
2 hoes, doubled up
No I don’t give a fuck
In a foreign, cuttin up
2 woods, double Dutch

She used to be a fan
Now she wanna fuck wit us
She see that we got bands
That’s why she wanna fuck
Put a hoe in a trance
Call the glock Chris the way I keep it tucked
she see me do my dance
now she wanna be cuffed
Hollon, Hollon 

Smoove, Smoove
love how you move
She gon suck my dick in the back of the coupe
Beat got me dancing hittin a groove
Nigga wanna fight he get hit wit the 2
Idc if you ugly bitch bring ya friend too
Feelin so hot, like Young M.A “ouuu”
Claim u about it then bitch make a move
somethin happened to my ex and she asked,
“Was it you?”
If it was me I wouldn’t have missed, I would’ve hit
Prayin for ya new man he picked the wrong bitch
I ain’t gon get into that, she a whole snitch

Smoove

Lyrics here: 

Oooh-Woah
Shouldn’t be this complicated
Thought I died in your arms
I thought I died in your- 

Oo-Woah (Draco)

Shouldn’t be this complicated
(Mm, Na, Turn That Up) 
Thought I died in your arms (Young Madz)
I thought I died in your-

Sum bout the way that she move
Sum bout the way that she-
Sum bout the way that she move
Sum bout the way that she-
Sum bout the way that she move
Sum bout the way that she-
Sum bout the way that she move
Sum bout the way that she-

The way that she don’t give no fucks
The way that she fuck up the club
The way she make all these hoes upset
the way that she hop out the vette 

she got ha fragrance all on my sweater 
She know that cee get her wetter
I jus might let her tote the beretta
Shit got attachments ain’t no bitch that could press ha (Pressa)

I’m in luv with the way that she Steppin
Bad bitch she got all my attention
She so pretty she leave me perplexing 
We go together like smith and Wesson

We go together like heckler and kotch
She wanna grip all up on my-
She wanna grip all up on my knock
She frm the block she gon let off a shot

She know I’m young and I’m breadwinnin 
She slap a bitch leave her head spinnin
look at this money that you ain’t ever gettin
Ass look fat whenever she in em leggings

I’m tryna get behind that
She like a movie I’m tryna rewind that
She so bad lil shawty a dime bag
I said she bad shawty a dime bag

Sum bout the way that she move
Sum bout the way that she-
Sum bout the way that she move
Sum bout the way that she-
Sum bout the way that she move
Sum bout the way that she-
Sum bout the way that she move
Sum bout the way that she-

She don’t need no makeup to look pretty
I be in the cut countin hunnids and fifties 
bad b she leaning off of the henny 
My guns like 50 we rollin wit many
She wanna try get freaky inna deli 
I ride wit them semis we sendin em deadies
I Could never lack
I got bro with the .40 and the blammer
With extended Right next to me 

Sum bout the way that she move
Sum bout the way that she-
Sum bout the way that she move
Sum bout the way that she-
Sum bout the way that she move
Sum bout the way that she-
Sum bout the way that she move
Sum bout the way that she-

Fairytale

Self Love Remix (Feat. Ouwahh)

2am In London

WishYouWell¿

For What? (Feat. TeeTooTact) (Prod. Young Madz)

Until We Meet Again

Love

See You

Ouu (Baby)

M y  M i n d  I s  A l l  G r e y

Trenches

Wrong Place Wrong Timed

Count Up

Aint No Love

Active

Left 4 Dead (Feat. DG Dayy & EssKayy) (Skip To 50 Secs)

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