Prod. Aleksa Valtere & Holy Swish

LYRICS:

[Chorus]
I'm on go so I can't sleep
Won't do nothing if it ain't money bout it
Play my role, I ain't no sheep
How I'm gon' wake up with a hundred thousand
Yeah, put the planet on honey, fuck the world
That's how I'm coming bout it
Fuck friends, get money
Family there, them niggas got way too crowded
If I tell you to go then be paying attention
Ain't no reason for missing these missions
Missing bread while you missing them bitches
Nigga tripping, he ain't wanna listen
I just mastered the Dodge, I'ma whip it
Put a hole in his head, make him fidget
All that smoke hit his brain like a whippet
Throwing bread at his head like a pigeon

[Verse]
I don't need no ouija boards to talk to the dead
And I get greedy more for the things that's coming ahead, yeah
Gun on my side, it ain't nothing to show
Really hoping ain't having to blow
Niggas change when you happen to glow
Don't like nobody, should've been Glo
Game plan, roll with the Raws and some Henny
Been fuck a copper ain't talking no pennies
You fuck with a dog, you get trapped like you Demi
You been drew the line when I pulled out a semi
Bucks, I get plenty, ain't wishing, no Timmy
Whole pill keep me up, I'ma break it to mini
Still in the cut, I'ma leave for a milli
When I hit the top I'ma see if they feel me
I can't figure out what these niggas bitching bout
Fucked up on they vision, now they scared to take a different route
Tryna give you game but it's still shit they gotta figure out
I don't trip, I see the ups and downs and think I get it now

[Chorus]
I'm on go so I can't sleep
Won't do nothing if it ain't money bout it
Play my role, I ain't no sheep
How I'm gon' wake up with a hundred thousand
Yeah, put the planet on honey, fuck the world
That's how I'm coming bout it
Fuck friends, get money
Family there, them niggas got way too crowded
If I tell you to go then be paying attention
Ain't no reason for missing these missions
Missing bread while you missing them bitches
Nigga tripping, he ain't wanna listen
I just mastered the Dodge, I'ma whip it
Put a hole in his head, make him fidget
All that smoke hit his brain like a whippet
Throwing bread at his head like a pigeon

WAR!

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Prod. Devilship

LYRICS:

[Chorus]
Pockets be full of them coffins, I don’t need nobody talking to me
Notice this every so often, don’t really got friends, I ride with a team
I made me a plan and they stalked it, when I’m in my ends, I ride with a beam
Don’t say that we nothing in common, I get a bag and you be out bad for weeks
Got a new tag, just tore up the street, got a new mag, just load up the heat
Bitch, for that bag, I’m finna go creep, got enough gas to fill up the Jeep
I don’t gotta brag you see me, you’ll see, bitch
I don’t gotta brag you see me, you’ll see

[Verse]
This ain’t the past, we out of your league
You gotta crash to get up with me
Everything taxed on top of the fee
Shawty got ass, I’m chewing her peach
Don’t look at the bag, you doomed if you reach
No “Saved By the Bell” I’ll shoot if you screech
Get buried in sand, like you on the beach
Not one to test, ‘cause I gotta teach
Don’t do what I can, I do what I please
I be on X and Oxy all through the weekend, I should’ve signed with Cash
I know if niggas is tweaking, I get the heat and Shoota gon’ hide the stash
I heard that shawty was sneaking, not finna freak, ‘cause that bitch gon’ give me a rash (Ugh)
Shawty a demon, she slurping up semen from niggas that wanna turn you into ash
Lot of y’all shot for pussy, get popped for pussy, get shot the way that you act
Shorty gon’ rock yo’ hoodie, give top for cookie, she doing it all for halves
Don’t even know the half, ain’t even dry for cash
She spend the bag then you do the math, she blew it on all the trap
I could send the ho outside, have her sitting with a scope
Counting cake up on the rise, niggas never gave me hope
That boy telling on the guys, we can’t play the shit he wrote
We gon’ play the shit that that he know
Ain’t no way to save the hero

[Chorus]
Pockets be full of them coffins, I don’t need nobody talking to me
Notice this every so often, don’t really got friends, I ride with a team
I made me a plan and they stalked it, when I’m in my ends, I ride with a beam
Don’t say that we nothing in common, I get a bag and you be out bad for weeks
Got a new tag, just tore up the street, got a new mag, just load up the heat
Bitch, for that bag, I’m finna go creep, got enough gas to fill up the Jeep
I don’t gotta brag you see me, you’ll see, bitch
I don’t gotta brag you see me, you’ll see

[Outro]
Ooh
Ooh

GRAV3YARDD

Prod. Sixaveli

LYRICS:

[Intro: LP Rambo]
Raaaaa (Hahaha)
Aye
Okay
Uhhh huh
Uh huh uh huh

[Verse 1: LP Rambo]
Skrrrrrrrrrr
Hop in that bitch and I vanish
Veli gon' go off the planet
I'm with Vegeta on Namek, aye
I know that nigga can't stand me, aye
He see me he be like damn it, aye
I’m with my twin slamming rakes (slam)
I’m on the moon, where is Shoota
With them sorority bitches, uh
I’m with my brother right or wrong I’m going to War! with them niggas, uh
Pelle Pelle coat on I’m always supporting them niggas, Rrr
She should have swallowed you and if not that she should have aborted you nigga
Bitch I’m a villain I fuck up the mood and shit
Sprite bottles all on the moon shit
Fighting with Shoota bout music shit
Know that’s my brother we cool and shit
She wanna float on my body, aye
I wanna float on biscotti
It be just me vs the world like Scottie
New opp, new smoke, new body
These niggas be tryna copy, these niggas they be too sloppy
I told my brother I got you, you got me
He just said Veli and I know he got me
I’m at the teller I know that she got me
I need them racks, I need racks
And I can promise I said it like that
I get the cash and I’m headed right back
Back on the moon with that cash in my hand
Back in the moon you just won’t understand
My money growing, according to plan
Hot and it’s snowing, according to plan
Bitch it’s young Veli the man with a plan
Yeah, man with a plan
Started with pot and a pan
Ended up not on this land
Ended up higher then you, uh
I’m out of orbit with 2 cups
I’m getting called, it’s from Shoota
I told him this shit was too much
I sent the verse to Tex, then argue with bae cause why she upset
Why she upset I’m up next
Why you upset when I’m blessed

[Verse 2: Dys Davinci]
Wahhhh!
I’m in that Cayenne, tires they burn like the name
Don’t deal with birds, Canary the chain
Ho, come with the perks, don’t come with the pain
Irking my nerves, just reaching, complaining
Come with a curse, I mean it, I hate it
Come with a urge to leave somebody nameless
Drive up the curb won’t leave without spraying
Come with the bread, I’m dropping the wheat
Feel like the Lorax, Truffle the tree
That boy’ll be dead in the trunk for free
White bitch Ones, a nigga get creased
I be in the lab, geeked up but no Breaking Bad
If it’s beef, I’m keeping that tab
Meet up at your grave when I crash
I’m on that jigga just rocking Chinchilla
It’s hotter than Hades, it cover the strap
Touching them digits, just moving my figures
I got a Manila that’s full of them bags
I’m just the realer, my ego get bigger
I look in the mirror and see it like that
I remember back when I couldn’t get features
They ask me for opens, I give ‘em the scraps
Nowadays, I’m deep in my bag with no help so why would I ask
It was stages I couldn’t pass, now the stage is where I’ll be at
Ain’t no Nike, I sponsor the mags
I’m from the O, but I need me a rack
I miss a chance then I’ll get it back
How you get the racks? I did what I had to

[Outro: Dys Davinci]
The fuck

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R.I.P

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