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𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜...

[Intro: Lil Spliffie]
Ayy

[Hook: Lil Spliffie]
That girl wearin' them glasses talkin' 'bout all of my dick it be 3D
Certified, certified fuckboy, yeah, I keep playin' with these bihs like Matuidi
Didn't know that was your girl, why you tryna come fight everytime you see me?
Choppa go, "fa-fa-fa-fah," that was your boy, he dead, he bleedin'
Oh, no, I don't know you, nigga, you not my homie
Pay me what you owe me or all of your hoes get lonely
I keep poppin' these boys, can't find my sleep, I need some 40
I keep poppin' these boys, can't find my sleep, I need some 40!

[Post-Hook: Lil Spliffie & KOOLBENJA]
Yeah, slide on your ass lil' bitch, (Yeah, yeah) yeah, pull up we choppin' his head (Slatt)
Yeah, slide on your ass lil' bitch, (Yeah, yeah) yeah, pull up we choppin' his head (Slatt)
Yeah, slide on your ass lil' bitch, (Yeah, yeah) yeah, pull up we choppin' his head (Slatt)
*Mumbling* (Yeah, yeah, slatt)

[Verse 1: KOOLBENJA]
Pull up on your side, don't care I got a pass or not
If we pull up side by side we'll see you got the sauce or nah
And this shit I'm 'bout to light gon' make me like an astronaut
And right after we pass spliffs, we gon' go 'head and pass your thot
No, I ain't scared of death, (Scared) but I don't wanna die (Nope)
See a lot of dead faces when I close my eyes (When I close)
Yeah, they wanted to see me dead, but I caught 'em by surprise (On God!)
All I do is manifest while these niggas fantasize, fantasize, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Spliffie]
I super skinny my jean when I walk with a Tec (Yeah!)
Slide with the stick, we keep pullin' up, we spray (Spray)
Dick in this bitch because she was a ten (What?)
Slide with the stick, we keep pullin' up, we spray (Spray)
See it, I like it, I cop it today (Yes)
Speak to me, be 'bout the guap, talkin' 'bout the cash
You know I ain't come here to play

[Verse 3: KOOLBENJA]
Hey, lil' missy, how you like the city?
If you ain't busy, we'll go cruisin' through the evening
Shouts my nigga, Spliffie, yeah, we outchea gettin' iffy
Yeah, I only tell true stories, got no fiction, I get litty, yeah

[Hook: Lil Spliffie]
That girl wearin' them glasses talkin' 'bout all of my dick it be 3D
Certified, certified fuckboy, yeah, I keep playin' with these bihs like Matuidi
Didn't know that was your girl, why you tryna come fight everytime you see me?
Choppa go, "fa-fa-fa-fah," that was your boy, he dead, he bleedin'
Oh, no, I don't know you, nigga, you not my homie
Pay me what you owe me or all of your hoes get lonely
I keep poppin' these boys, can't find my sleep, I need some 40
I keep poppin' these boys, can't find my sleep, I need some 40!

[Post-Hook: Lil Spliffie & KOOLBENJA]
Yeah, slide on your ass lil' bitch, (Yeah, yeah) yeah, pull up we choppin' his head (Slatt)
Yeah, slide on your ass lil' bitch, (Yeah, yeah) yeah, pull up we choppin' his head (Slatt)
Yeah, slide on your ass lil' bitch, (Yeah, yeah) yeah, pull up we choppin' his head (Slatt)
*Mumbling* (Yeah, yeah, slatt)

[Verse 4: Lil Spliffie]
Yeah, (Yeah, pull up) pull up with stick then we choppin' his head
Alicia—play with the key, I'm in these streets with these racks
Play, bitch, keep doublin' the ass, told the bitch throw that shit back and she beepin'
Hoe gettin' shot with this stick if you playin'... [?]

[Verse 5: KOOLBENJA]
Yeah, (Whew, yeah) yeah (Slatt)
Put a chrome machine to your head, yeah (Dead)
If you talkin' shit, we off your head (Head)
And if she like a cold machine, inside she dead, yeah (Yeah!)
She know what time it is, she pullin' up in a whim
She lookin' fine as shit, she fill up her jean but she slim
I'm walkin' on water, I feel like a pimp, she pull up and suck on my dick, and she dip
She need me to spend all my guap, I told her, "Vacate," you know I ain't come here to play

[Outro: Lil Spliffie]
That girl wearin' them...
Didn't know that was your...

[Produced by KOOLBENJA]

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Trapocalypse

Ａｖｏｃａｄｏｓ (f/ Lil Spliffie)

06. Beyond The GLOBE!! (OUTRO)

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I Want

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[Intro]
Ayy
Yeah
You can't fuck with this, you can't fuck with this
Yeah, nah, you can't fuck with this, you can't fuck with this

[Hook]
See these angels in the sky when I get baked and I get fried (Fried)
If you ain't busy 'round this time, girl, we can take you on a ride (Ride)
My hands is sticky, (Sticky) from this shit and from lil' missy (Lil' missy)
You can't miss me, I walk around with my drip in the precinct (Precinct)
I don't play defense, (Defense) these bitches come around and go like the weekend *whistle*
You can't diss me, I'll hit you with hits on hits in a sequence

[Verse 1]
(Yeah) You the middleman if you ain't bossin'
Get the fuck up out my face with all that clown shit
I might call up on your ho on some dumb shit
You take her to lunch and I'ma fuck her in my junction
Like, woah! You should hit me up when you gon' travel 'round the world
She say, "You can't sit one place no more if you want to be heard"
I told her, "I don't fuck with lame niggas, same goes for these lame bitches"
Nigga, don't talk to me if it ain't business, put this shit in the street until they feel us
You can't fuck with this, (Nope) you can't fuck with that (Nah)
You can't fuck with me, (Yeah) you can't fuck with the squad (Yeah)
You can't fuck with my gees, (Ayy) you can't fuck with the keys (On God!)
You can't fuck with the hoes, (Okay) you can't fuck with the bees! (Let's go)

[Hook]
See these angels in the sky when I get baked and I get fried (Fried)
If you ain't busy 'round this time, girl, we can take you on a ride (Ride)
My hands is sticky, (Sticky) from this shit and from lil' missy (Lil' missy)
You can't miss me, I walk around with my drip in the precinct (Precinct)
I don't play defense, (Defense) these bitches come around and go like the weekend *whistle*
You can't diss me, I'll hit you with hits on hits in a sequence

[Verse 2]
Crew got me high, I can't even trust my eyes
Angels in the sky, won't you lead me on my life?
Looked her in her eyes, kissed her cheek, and said goodbye
I be wildin' with the guys, you can't kick me on the side, yeah
Elevate like we took the motherfuckin' lift
You can bet on your bitch, niggas know that we the shit, yeah
I got the sauce on me, of course, my niggas is ready to kill
You talkin' that shit? Know that shit can get real
And that is a fact, so fuck how you feel (Yeah!)
I'm just tryna focus my dreams, dodgin' police, my shit is illegal
And I'm outchea making my beats, they hatin' on me for no reason
Pull up on my side, do that shit that you been sayin'
If you were a side, then, baby girl, you'd be my favourite

[Hook]
See these angels in the sky when I get baked and I get fried (Fried)
If you ain't busy 'round this time, girl, we can take you on a ride (Ride)
My hands is sticky, (Sticky) from this shit and from lil' missy (Lil' missy)
You can't miss me, I walk around with my drip in the precinct (Precinct)
I don't play defense, (Defense) these bitches come around and go like the weekend *whistle*
You can't diss me, I'll hit you with hits on hits in a sequence

[Outro]
Crew got me high, I can't even trust my eyes
Angels in the sky, won't you lead me on my life?
Looked her in her eyes, kissed her cheek, and said goodbye
I be wildin' with the guys, you can't kick me on the side, yeah

[Produced by KOOLBENJA]

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This Was Supposed To Be On My EP But FL F*cked It Up And This Is For All The Haters Once Ke Popa. Lol

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