EYEZ LOW (FEAT.GU$)

TEXAS:

Couple bitches coming from down the block off top getting top notch top, from a friend, 
But her friend, intercept, i regret letting her feeling something sort of with neglect,
So my hand reach between her legs now we all getting involved with.
As they pave the way to the bed, feel a number type ways, get developed in my tense felt head,
I’ma stress-filled young tight hence upset, asking if I really wanna see the next, next up flesh,
Who’s up next plotting on the hit list? Who gon’ text back quick? Who gon’ get back to back with the kid?
If i don’t text back I’ll get back in a minute, desperate deep down they pretending just to kick it
A couple minutes of spitting oh shit, see me slipping in double dipping is only if it hit, real different
from back, back to front, mouth-wide i’ma menace.


LOS ANGELES:

I just wanna rest in the west i feel like it’s aching my presence but how the fuck I’m in the past,
if I’m stuck in the present? Down south southern suffer coastless connection, I’m restless,
but anytime I’m back, still respected. West coast hoes, always putting they back up in it
It only taking a minute till i put it in the south, with a bitch so bad, I’m taking her to the pound,
Young boy from the west, how i end up in her mouth?

Real shit, how that bitch that you cuffing get on my couch? If she moaning gripping my clothing
I guess I’m airing her out bitch i’m ‘bout it thinking it’s ‘bout that time, time to kick out.
The bitch out the crib once i get off she get out.

I’m giving wood she never thought i would, i’m fucking on a thug bitch, different turf, from a different hood, and later with a new bitch, better lick it good. You don’t got to love me shawty thug me like I’m from your hood.

TX TO LA (PROD. ROBBFX & ENVYONGOD)

HURRICANEZ

Rare shit just for yall, light a blunt and enjoy
prod. K I N G A U T H U R & Youngmask

Backwoods in my hood/You dont understand

(PROD. NECU) 
money dont last nigga, 
fuck it im paid. 

gettin to da cash nigga, every which way. 

carry dat strap for these suckaz all day. 

let a hoe get between dat money? no way. 

how im gettin fed, when a nigga dont eat? 

baby stop playin,
make the money count beep. 

30 sum niggaz all juss wanna see me dead 
i aint stressin shit, but tha muhfuckin bread. 


baby say im sumn like a yves saint laurent. 

totin that 30 ima top shotta don. 
posted where iss at, 
you aint ever seen a trap. 

hittin on thrax when i hittit from the back. 

baby watchu thought? 
this aint neva nun sweet. 

makin them ins, 
runnin laps on repeat. 

ion fuckin cap, 
got respect for myself. 

20 years old my glock still off the shelf. 
ima fuckin die fore im thirty no doubt. 
double dose acid make my whole brain melt. 

fuck who a had to dealt w me goin up n down. 
ion give a fuck how tha lul bitch felt. 

mista gon take ya fuckin lyfe, thats me. 
shoot a nigga down lul m16. 

ion fuckin cap got respect for myself, 
20 years old my glock still off tha shelf. 


money dont last nigga, 
fuck it im paid. 

gettin to da cash nigga, every which way. 

carry dat strap for these suckaz all day. 

let a hoe get between dat money? no way. 

how im gettin fed, when a nigga dont eat? 

baby stop playin,
make the money count beep. 

30 sum niggaz all juss wanna see me dead 
i aint stressin shit, but tha muhfuckin bread. 
bitch you gon talk you betta leave out my name. 
hunnid sum niggaz gon cap for da fame. 
thousand sum bitches gon hoe for da game. 
i aint here to judge im finna stay out tha way. 

pass me dat drank when i move, switch lanes. 
my bank account empty, ima some juug some mane. 

this that typa shit da BG dont play. 
killin muthafuckaz like a murder buffet. 

(money dont last nigga, fuck it im paid.) x4 

(gettin to da cash nigga every which way.) 

(carry dat strap for these suckaz all day.) 

(let a hoe get between dat money, no way.)  

(how im gettin fed, when a nigga dont eat?) 
(baby stop playin, make the money count beep.)

34ROUNDSINMYPOCKET

Lyrics:

All I see is rain
All I feel is pain (what what)
I cannot complain
Everything'll change (what what)
I feel so alone, 
When did I go wrong (what what)
All they ever say 
All they'll ever says (tough luck) 

When I wake up in the morning 
Ion know what to say
So ion say a fucking thing 
N just go on with the day
Cus I been searching for my purpose
N somebody who'll stay,
But I wind up on my own
Smoking blunts by the bay
N it was raindrops falling
Last time I seen your face
I jus wish I woulda known that we would never meet again
When I smell the Petrichor, remember why I love the rain
Cus it puts me in that moment n lets me live it all again (what)

BLUNTS BY THE BAY (PROD. KEJZI)

I’d do anything to get it all back..💔

Execution (Feat.$nowdarula) prod.Xantu

JPX

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