bias

mixing & lyrics by br6hnco & @tfdre
prod mortdejay
more br6hnco: https://linktr.ee/br6hnco

Yea
They got pick and choosing syndrome, that shit like a virus
Niggas come and take yo shit over just like some pirates
Niggas pick and choose a side, I like to call it bias
And my shooter, yea his name Tobias
You don’t gotta bullshit me nigga like why you lying?
I love to up the Arp on em’ that’s why they dying
I tried to be cool with these niggas but they ain’t compliant
Yuh hm
I just want some motion slatt
We move where the motion at
We put 3 shots at your back
Gave that boy a heart attack, we made him run another lap
Made him run another lap
Made him run another lap, yah

Make him run like it’s track
We got drums, shit attached
You a bum, that shit bad
Brand new drum, shit go blatt
From the slums, she a nat
My lil bro, he a shooter he might thump with that gat
You gon pick and choose
Blatt!
Who you fuck with, that shit bias yah
Sick of crazy hoes, man that shit gotta sinus yah
Run down bro, I shoot that bitch
Hollow tip, it follow shit
Yo main bitch she swallow dick
Cuff that hoe you sad as shit, ah


Yea
They got pick and choosing syndrome, that shit like a virus
Niggas come and take yo shit over just like some pirates
Niggas pick and choose a side, I like to call it bias
And my shooter, yea his name Tobias
You don’t gotta bullshit me nigga like why you lying?
I love to up the Arp on em’ that’s why they dying
I tried to be cool with these niggas but they ain’t compliant
Yuh hm
I just want some motion slatt
We move where the motion at
We put 3 shots at your back
Gave that boy a heart attack, we made him run another lap
Made him run another lap
Made him run another lap, yah

lil 6* #scfirst

Aphotic

bias

bias feat. tfdre

"ECSTASY" was put together in celebration of Happiness and overcoming mental strife, depression, anger, grief, heartbreak etc. This is for anyone who feels as though they have something to celebrate, for those who found and/or need strength to push through and find happiness

Enjoy & be happy

✯ looove freestyle ✯

CUFFS

MARGIELA FUTURE

Mrs. Kipling

[Lyrics]
(Brrlddd)
Rolled 3.5, now I’m feelin’ real good.
Who ain’t outside? I still live in my hood.
.40 ate face, n**a stank like “eughh.”
I don’t need Draco to slide with that wood.
N**a want beef? Sh*t, get his *ss cooked.
Know I’m gon’ fye, twin gimme dat look.

⸻

Topshotta slide on n**as, .40 butta.
I up the fye on a n**a, no rebuttal.
Fye stick, five n**as in a huddle.

Topshotta slide on n**as, .40 butta.
I up the fye on a n**a, no rebuttal.
Fye stick, five n**as in a huddle.

⸻

[Verse 1]
Strapped up diaper, d-diaper, pull up.
Try some — good luck.
I-I’m on Cypress with a full gun, I’m such a hoodlum.
Know I got .45 tryna cook sum’.
Jury tryna hit me with a book, huh.

⸻

[Beat Switch]
Lately I been off one,
I been feelin’ good, I’m feelin’ awesome.
You wanna cop? I smoke that thrax, it’s gon’ cost ya.
N**a better not try send that pack — they Randy Moss him.
I ain’t tryna make new friends, need new munna.
Topshotta really sprayin’, he’s a gunna.
I ran it up again, like a hunna.
I cannot take no stand for your honor.
Ride around, more gens than Obama.
I got a 4th gen for a problem.
I’m only associatin’ with the dollaz.
Hit with that 4-5th, make him holla.
N**as, he broke, capable as toddlers.
Spinnin’ me wrong — face him how I shot him.
Chimney prone, Santa Topshotta.
Gettin’ these bows from Guatemala.
Hit him, he fold — pop like collar.
Spendin’ these loads, diamonds on water.

⸻

[Chorus]
Rolled 3.5, now I’m feelin’ real good.
Who ain’t outside? I still live in my hood.
.40 ate face, n**a stank like “eughh.”
I don’t need Draco to slide with that wood.
N**a want beef? Sh*t, get his *ss cooked.
Know I’m gon’ fye, twin gimme dat look.

⸻

Topshotta slide on n**as, .40 butta.
I up the fye on a n**a, no rebuttal.
Fye stick, five n**as in a huddle.

Topshotta slide on n**as, .40 butta.
I up the fye on a n**a, no rebuttal.
Fye stick, five n**as in a huddle.

✯ looove freestyle ✯

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