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(I'm high as a bird, we slide on that boy, just give me the word)
(You broke my heart with no remorse, that shit really hurt)

I'm high as a bird, we slide on that boy, just give me the word
You broke my heart with no remorse, that shit really hurt
 Pop a 30, do the work
Real nigga did it first
I was a broke nigga now yo' girl hit me trying to flirt
I was a broke nigga, now I'm ridin' 'round with the fifty's and hundreds
I was a broke nigga, now I'm riding 'round eating Beni's-and-hanas
Fly out to Vegas, look just like lil stunna
Corvette, corvette
Bitch go like a hundred
Crash that bitch, now I gotta call summet 
Ain’t fighting, lil nigga
I ain't doing no jumping

Yeah, I got some racks on me
For them niggas who slide when I say so
Do this shit everyday like SoFaygo
Caught a body, wrong time and wrong place though
Nigga, watch who you running up on
I got glockies, they posted in both arms
Not for talking, lil' bitch, get the fuck on
Bitch, I'm different, the ultimate life form
I can't be stressing 'bout lost friends
When that shit got to end it ends
I count up my racks, split in dividends
Got that shit from Lena, shout-out my twin
I came with a stick and I'm smacking the rookies
Flexing on me, think that boy want a cookie
Just sold out a show that's that premium booking
Call up my agent and we get to cooking
What is you saying?, how dumb is you looking?
I got sticks in the back, quick to supply your toe with a tag
Pussy nigga, you know where I'm at
556 spray a nigga like Iayze
You don't spray sticks, bitch, you spray mace
Feminine ass nigga
You is a bitch and I'm not finna change up my ways
To tend to a bitch, empty a clip
Pouring up 4s I'ma take me a sip
You running your mouth only gon' get you hit
Show me a rack, little broke ass bitch
Some shit I forget, some shit I forgive
Bitch I'm on neither one
Now all you niggas can get off my dick
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm high as a bird, we slide on that boy, just give me the word
You broke my heart with no remorse, that shit really hurt
 Pop a 30, do the work
Real nigga did it first
I was a broke nigga now yo' girl hit me trying to flirt
I was a broke nigga, now I'm ridin' 'round with the fifty's and hundreds
I was a broke nigga, now I'm riding 'round eating Beni's-and-hanas
Fly out to Vegas, look just like lil stunna
Corvette, corvette
Bitch go like a hundred
Crash that bitch, now I gotta call summet 
Ain’t fighting, lil nigga
I ain't doing no jumping

goonZ w/disciiplez p. cormodt

lyrics

they show you fake love like a ho
they switch up on you like a bitch 
niggas get to talking shit, british nigga never even held a blick 
nah, that’s crazy, though
“canaank”, nigga, what K?
“canaank”, nigga, you can’t carry a k

nigga gon’ drop a diss on me on a song where i dropped a verse 
i was done last night, nigga
you crying in the morning
bitch, i know it hurt
revolutionary war was ages ago
nigga’s tryna spin back now 
and ain’t a damn thing changed, nigga
you’ll still get your british ass knocked down
i will use your own flow against you
bitch ass nigga never seen a pistol
that bitch nigga crying, someone get him tissues
that bitch got flint knocks, bitch
what hit you?
i’m just being funny, you know i respect you lil’ niggas
yall know it’s part of the game
i want nothing more for you niggas to thrive 
sike, bitch nigga
nah, you lame

i’m ‘bout to spazz out like retarded capri
you get put on a shirt, you’ll get put on a tee
and they thinking they solid, i’m preaching the peace
like, save some for the rest, jordan’s hogging the meat 
off a perc, i can tell that you drugged out
J and C in the crib getting hugged out
got a glock for that nigga, he lucked out
i ain’t harming lil J, get the fuck out 
like a bitch, you hopped on a cypher and changed the beat
you ass as a bitch, i don’t want no feat
wouldn’t take a verse from capri for free
your music is butt, music booty cheeks
lil’ nigga, your music is clappers
nigga not on shit, he a actor
got a song named soul, i’m yo master
try to stab me, i’ll shoot you way faster

capri, he cant rap for shit
he switched the beat ‘cause he ass on it
jordan switched up for some dick
british lil bitch, you gay as shit
capri, all yo songs sound the same
you aint unique, bitch, you lame
how is a leader gonna pick a side?
british boy stab me, you can try
bad bad men ben 
hunnybunny, chain chain chains
what does that mean jordan?, that aint english
and thats ironic, you coming from england
turn off the autotune, i ain’t singin
brought up the motherland, now capri steamin
jordan a gay lil’ boy, capri meat got him feigning
he still mad bout the RV war, shoulda seen it
sip on tea, thats all that yall do
delayed the cypher, capri threw
if you make him mad he'll pull a sword on you
revolutionary war got the lil’ boy shook
dissed me on my own cypher, i read that shit like a book
i gotta stop with the accent, its gettin a lil annoyin
capri, stop with the actin, you ain got shootas deployin’ 
turn back on the autotune, its gettin lil‘ borin 
capri a clone, fasho
jordan switched up like a ho
jordan switched up on his bros
here’s my jordan impression
hunnybunny chain chain chains
bad bad men ben
bad bad men ben 
hunnybunny chain chain chains

revolutionary war pt2 w/volta rp. kainted

lyrics

My chop’ll kick a nigga like messi, that lil’ bitch so messy
Can’t hear shit, what the fuck you gon’ tell me?
Niggas be dickriding on the low
I used to eat right on the floor
I shoot a glock, shit, I tote
Uh, yeah
These new feelings in my body
It’s not good for a nigga that’s gon’ try take some shit
Niggas be plotting, they swear that they got me
I’m one step ahead, you gon’ move with tact 
Better move with wits

I seen the 8 wonders of the world 
Ain’t seen no one like me in this world 
That shit I tote make a nigga twirl 
I am not that type, I can’t be the girl 
Niggas be messy, they shady as fuck
Smarten your homie, tell that bitch to duck 
I can’t lie to you nigga, that bitch got a bust
He move like somebody but lowkey a bum
Down on me, looking down on me 
Shots loud as fuck, crack windows 
Like, what’s that sound, homie?
Oh I wanna-
Yo’ homie laid out down the street 
Go alert your team, better move with quick feet
I don’t wait for no nigga, that be that pussy shit, yeah
I’m ‘bout to fuck on your bitch, yeah 
Shoot with my clique, shoot with the gang
I got them diamonds like Johnny Dang
Nigga wan’ talk?, get sprayed with the cane, yeah

My chop’ll kick a nigga like messi, that lil’ bitch so messy
Can’t hear shit, what the fuck you gon’ tell me?
Niggas be dickriding on the low
I used to eat right on the floor
I shoot a glock, shit, I tote
Uh, yeah
These new feelings in my body
It’s not good for a nigga that’s gon’ try take some shit
Niggas be plotting, they swear that they got me
I’m one step ahead, you gon’ move with tact 
Better move with wits

she like my body, she say i’m sexy
now that ho on my dick tryna ride me
we can fuck but you can’t stand beside me (oh)
i ain’t inclined to tell you nothing
bad bitch, i know she wan’ fuck me
big dick, you know that she love it
let me switch the topic
you niggas know i keep a gun in my pocket
and if he talking down, ima pop that bitch
my niggas some shooters, they flock that shit
called up bbng, you know that’s my twin
stay smoking n shit, you know i be sinning
i make the bank go out of business
yeah, that’s why i’m grinnin’
spilled the drank on gucci (?)
i spend a band on stupid shit, like, damn i’m trippin’
say she wanna suck my dick but i know that lil’ bitch ain’t with it 
i told her to quit it, all about this music business
he gon’ get in on my business, now i got to kill ‘em
he say he doing drills but i know that lil’ nigga didn’t kill him
i call my nigga quay up just to spill ‘em
know bbng making millions

My chop’ll kick a nigga like messi, that lil’ bitch so messy
Can’t hear shit, what the fuck you gon’ tell me?
Niggas be dickriding on the low
I used to eat right on the floor
I shoot a glock, shit, I tote
Uh, yeah
These new feelings in my body
It’s not good for a nigga that’s gon’ try take some shit
Niggas be plotting, they swear that they got me
I’m one step ahead, you gon’ move with tact 
Better move with wits

eight wonders w/sollevante p. danbarry

lyrics

Nigga too fake, just want some shit
They say, "I love you", then try to fuck your bitch
Snake ass, in the jungle they hiss
Gun shot gon' wake up the kids
You was suppose to be with me from the lift
Til them shooters jumped down on me
I could've been done right there, on me
Seen the fake in you, couldn't split no cheese
If I had one dollar, I'd split it for you
If I had four dollars, I'd turn it to two
I was so deeply in love with you
Sacrificed so much, you had no clue
I was with you when you left your dukes
And whatever you wanted, I'd let you choose
Cause you my baby and I love you
Ain't one thing I would not do for you

But I learned my lesson from that
I done looked then to my back
Rellos out and my nigga they flat
Bullets hot, lil’ nigga get back
I will deal with you, then switch the serial
.223's eat you up like some cereal
They don't want money, boy they might be delirious
Don't get shot, just tryna be curious

uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
don’t get shot trying to be curious
i get on the beat and i’m doing my thing
get to the money, i’m letting it rain
i’m breaking the glass, i’m leaving a stain
i like when she moan and say my name
baby, it’s me and you, all day
what you trying to do?, like, baby
what you trying to do?, it’s crazy
what you trying to do when i’m with you?
baby, we hop on a plane
baby-girl, yeah, we just doing our thing
my love for you is never gon’ change
i’m getting the money, i’m never no lame
you already know that that’s part of the game

okay, yeah he trapping, that shit is a shame
nigga keep talkin’, i buss out his brain
i’m with the bros, we doing our thing
i got that glock, that bitch go “bang”
i’m finna let that boy hang
i’m with the bros, you know we can sing
yeah, i’m rapping just like, aye
avatar, i feel like aang 
got that stick and it go insane
feeling like sonic, i run up them rings
hop on a plane, i’m going to spain
oh, hop on a plane, i’m going to spain
plane, i’m going to spain

Nigga too fake, just want some shit (yeah)
They say, "I love you", then try to fuck your bitch
Snake ass, in the jungle they hiss
Gun shot gon' wake up the kids
I was with you when you left your dukes
And whatever you wanted, I'd let you choose
Cause you my baby and I love you
Ain't one thing I would not do for you

glass w/1lilsho rp. osane (izaya tiji remix)

written & mixed by me 

lyrics

i just want you myself, is that so much to ask?
lately i ain’t been myself and i’ve been on a spazz
one minute, we fucking, next minute, we talking trash
i ain’t been alright and i think soon, i’m gonna crash

i got to solve my issue
option A is a pistol
option B, i-i-i- kiss you
regardless, i’m seeing it through
the farthest, i see into you
all this shit got me so blue
huh, can’t follow what i told you
guess it’s not the same, my mental
i give a damn about fucking ideals
it’ll take you forever to feel how i feel
he talking shit, i’m ‘bout to run in his crib
i fuck the bitch once and i’ma have to dip 
but that ain’t me no more
i got to settle the score
love in my heart, galore
but i don’t think i can give more
i can’t, why (oh why)
i don’t feel myself no more
my whole body feel sore
i’m crying on the floor (aahh)

i just want you myself, is that so much to ask?
lately i ain’t been myself and i’ve been on a spazz
one minute, we fucking, next minute, we talking trash
i ain’t been alright and i think soon, i’m gonna crash

i just want you myself, is that so much to ask?
lately i ain’t been myself and i’ve been on a spazz
one minute, we fucking, next minute, we talking trash
i ain’t been alright and i think soon, i’m gonna crash
(i gotta solve my issue)

his and hers p. grimgar

written & mixed by me

lyrics

trapping little bitch, he gon’ act out for the camera
when she gonna switch? 
i’ll just wait and find my answer 
i just got a switch, fuck that shit 
i’m in my bag, uh, i’m like “bitch, i got a switch”
and it’s waiting for your man, huh
nigga acting out, we gon’ take him off the map
claim that he ain’t chasing clout, but he posted up on snap
and i’m like, huh, yes sir
bitch, what? 
bitch, what?, yeah
what the fuck? (yeah, aye)

i been on this too long
on some sneaky shit, got two phones
i send shots right at that nigga dome
promise to god, i bring my baby home
glock gon’ take his chromosomes 
bad down to the fucking bone
baby girl, pick up the phone
i’m sick of hearing the tone, heard she got a nigga
i’m ’bout to pull up and see
niggas be tripping (huh)
niggas touch up, ‘bout to see
nigga, sink or drown? 
pick your side, nigga testing me?
then he might die
that’s that bull-shit that i won’t buy
like, baby, don’t leave
don’t make me cry, yeah
i’m like baby, yeah, i miss you
nigga wan’ pull up, tell him “slide if it’s a issue”
and that pussy nigga crying ‘bout it
bitch, pick up a tissue 
claim your love is so damn true
but she’ll kiss me before you
two twin glocks on my side, liz and patty in this bitch
i’ll take your bitch to my crib on some academy shit
i ain’t stressing out my body, nigga aggy in this bitch, okay
glock leave that nigga glitching, got him laggy in this bitch
okay-oh

trapping little bitch, he gon’ act out for the camera
when she gonna switch? 
i’ll just wait and find my answer 
i just got a switch, fuck that shit 
i’m in my bag, uh, i’m like “bitch, i got a switch”
and it’s waiting for your man, huh
nigga acting out, we gon’ take him off the map
claim that he ain’t chasing clout, but he posted up on snap
and i’m like, huh, yes sir
bitch, what? 
bitch, what?, yeah
what the fuck? (yeah, aye)

baby home p. gg

written & mixed by me

lyrics

all i need is straight blue-faces and dead presidents 
yeah, i can’t trust no nigga walking this earth
can’t trust that nigga, put him in the dirt 
yeah, i-, i walk alone
what a nigga gon’ tell me?
bitch, i’m way too strong (ah-ha)
and she too fast, huh, huh
she a ho, huh, huh
i’m way too fast, huh
doing donuts though

huh, you treat the bitch like somebody
i don’t treat her like shit, huh
she still let me in her body
while you ain’t getting shit, huh
it’s a sign, huh, nigga, your time is gone
and i don’t even know her name, huh
but that bitch won’t leave me alone
ha, i told her to leave me alone, huh
racks in my sock
yeah, that nigga pulled up alone
huh, yeah, what he thought?
yeah, hit a nigga with my baby
hit a nigga with my chromey
yeah, real deal, nigga, real spill
pulled up on him, yeah, now he gone
yeah, that nigga flapping his gums
bet that he won’t make it out
you don’t want no beef?
a’ight, pussy nigga, better close your mouth
fuck all that talking, don’t show ‘em no sympathy
them nigga’s was tryna get rid of me
huh, funny case, actually
i walked out that bitch with a motherfucking first-degree

all i need is straight blue-faces and dead presidents 
yeah, i can’t trust no nigga walking this earth
can’t trust that nigga, put him in the dirt 
yeah, i-, i walk alone
what a nigga gon’ tell me?
bitch, i’m way too strong (ah-ha)
and she too fast, huh, huh
she a ho, huh, huh
i’m way too fast, huh
doing donuts though

dead presidents p. thiszoowee

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(Re-re-re, rewind and find something)

Huh, I want you to love me, bitch
So, bitch, just come here (Huh)
You don’t wanna fuck with me, I understand loud and clear
I’m with my homie, yet I feel alone, bitch
How A nigga still lonely, when he fucking with his whole clique
These niggas ain’t serious about that shit, these niggas ain’t serious, no
I peep that shit, it had me dropping right down to the floor (Ha)
Flow, bitch, move quick, you didn’t think I would notice
I don’t want you, not around for my gain
I cannot finish it, give me the pain

Ha, they say “no pain, no gain”
well, bitch, I ain’t gaining shit
I don’t wanna feel pain, I wanna feel that bitch suck my dick
Fuck if you don’t like me, huh, lil’ bitch, well suck my dick
Give A fuck about that shit, I ain’t feeling you
I cum inside that bitch, what i’m supposed to do?
Put two strikes on your ass, like A syllable
Hit that bitch in the head, like A cymbal
I play with the drums, I got proof
Figure that lil’ nigga out, it’s simple
Shit look like A hurricane came through
That bitch got me mad, I fuck with the plan
You want no part, I’m like “Damn”
Something I can’t understand, I ain’t know this would be, when I offered my hand
I feel so lonely, like, lil’ bitch, come hold me
Shoot A nigga like Kobe, let go of the old me
I seen that shit from A mile away, lil’ bitch
Don’t think you got one-up on me
And I cannot let niggas surround me, I can’t have these fake niggas around me
Without her, swear I feel like I’m drowning
Dozing off in the car, I’m so drowsy
All of the pain, yeah, it hurt inside, and that’s all he said, sorry

Huh, I want you to love me, bitch
So, bitch, just come here (Huh)
You don’t wanna fuck with me, I understand loud and clear
I’m with my homie, yet I feel alone, bitch
How A nigga still lonely, when he fucking with his whole clique
These niggas ain’t serious about that shit, these niggas ain’t serious, no
I peep that shit, it had me dropping right down to the floor (Ha)
Flow, bitch, move quick, you didn’t think I would notice
I don’t want you, not around for my gain
I cannot finish it, give me the pain

pain no gain

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lyrics

I’ll make A scene with no act, now
Bitch, like, how you tryna act now? I put ‘bout like fifty racks in a bag now
God, I fiend a new gem, why do we want?
Don’t start with me, do not start (unh)
Stop it, bitch, nigga I’ll clock him
Lil’ bitch, I’ll pop him, lil’ nigga trash, fam

Run A nigga down with the drac’, cut his ass up, serve ‘em up, souflè
How A nigga run up, then get baked?
She gon’ run up, that bitch shaking, your music trash, don’t play it
I’ma pull up on A nigga, her ass fat, she shake it
Glock gon’ go crazy, nigga, oh my God, we up
Nigga try to run down on that nigga, I’m like “Bitch, come say wassup”
How A nigga talkin’ so crazy? lil’ bitch, don’t test your luck
Can’t run down A pussy, nigga, tell that boy run up

God, I fiend a new gem, why do we want?
Don’t start with me, do not start (unh)
Stop it, bitch, nigga I’ll clock him
Lil’ bitch, I’ll pop him, lil’ nigga trash, fam

God, I fiend a new gem, why do we want?
Don’t start with me, do not start (unh)
Stop it, bitch, nigga I’ll clock him
Lil’ bitch, I’ll pop him, lil’ nigga trash, fam

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