NO LUV💔

ALL SMOKE

No Names

pain talk

scared of luv

Trust none

Doley ❤️⚔️🌏

I ca be on my doley 
Hittin licks wit the guys got da pokey 
Tryn get to the guap chips w guacamole
Don’t kno my body u do not know me 
Stay yo ass far away if u police
If he call 911 can’t be homies 
M sharkin da whip like dis bitch a stoley
Ain’t tryn get booked cuz ima stick to da code g
Das how it go we live by the g code 
D’s tryn stop us don’t mean we gon freeze tho 
Glok hold 15 wit some more I ca reload 
Tryn find a scope ima throw onna peephole 
I don’t even need those I don’t needa beam no 
Wit dem iron sights make a nigga breathe slow 
I blik it when i see hoe ass nigga frm the other side 
Stay innat v inna bumper ride
Ima be there wit ma brother fried
U kno i stay 50 got this other eye 
We both get on em a muhfucka try 
I got slime back he gon cover mines 
We ah get em hit like a trucker slide 
Nikkas tryn put em inna slumber time 
O she like me think I won her time
She gon warm me up like a summer night 
Like an evening up in june
But ima see her way past noon
Nd wen we get us the room 
Ian tryn talk fuck is this zoom 
NLDB I’m wit my goons 
My nikkas not bummy like raccoons
Lost bread get it bak soon  
Nd not to mention them rap dues
I’m outside nd im tryn trap 
I pop out wen I fill da paks
I aint tryn end be a stat
Like I’m feelin safe cuz nikkas strapped 
Nd watch how I wave the scat 
Print me some paper get to the staks 
EBK we dont needa pact Cuz ion een like how nikkas act 
Alotta these nikkas be fans  Like I ca tell u not my manz  Been real eva since the sandbox  They bome to me wen he needa hand  I’ll make a nikka hit a dance bop If he think he cant be a strand On ma soul its gon be a man down  If he think Ian finna blam
We here turn off the v  Close da window I’m tryn creep
I’m low like I saw the D’s  Like he goin high jus watch him geek  Throw 4 cuz these aint cheap  No warnings he gettin sneaked 
Hawk down hit em in his beak Like I’m a blood course ill make em leak  
Now his name got an RIP  Boohoo that shi rly sad 
No bread but he gotta bag
Cuz Ion duk ion like ta quak 
Pussy nikkas wan have a chat 
Look up Nikka I’m ya dad 
Up belt den I’m on ya ass 
U know wat it is dat nikka tagged
Fa my dead manz he shot 
Drop thumbz wen I wipe his snot
Roll him up cuz we think a lot 
Dam I’m so fried I’m feelin lost 
I’m still tryn catch a opp 
Bet pray ion got no glok Them nikkas rly kno my bop  Like he tryn be sumn he not
He a fan I’ll still blow 
P’z up fa Lil Poe I see em ima do the most  Like ima keep blikin wen he a ghost 
Now I know his body totaled 
I’m tryn give my slime a show 
He kno that we cant post tho 
Like the boys dont gotta kno
Das shh he a vagina
Like that nikka alr kno he fuked 
Hide nd seek ima still find ya 
Wen I see u don’t try ta run 
Headtap get his ass lined up
Like o yea dat nikka done 
On hots till his blok spun 
Troop thru his strip jus cuz

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