Immature Ft Kappa333

No Turning Back

Vengeance (Prod. Zoot)

(Lyrics) 


Right here is where I wanna’ leave you


(Ahh Ahhh) 


You’re so fuckin’ see through


(Ahhh ahhhhh) 


I know sometimes I can be wrong


You fucked with my head for way too long



I’m strung out on heartache



(Strung out on heartache)



Gaslightin’ and tryna call me dumb



And make me look bad to your friends 



Give me a fuckin’ break



Tryna take back everything that you said
 


And win me back after all you did 



Baby too little too late 



(Bitch too little too late)



Claim you give a fuck, but really you don’t



and you can’t love bomb me baby



I can see the hate




Right here 




Right here is where I wanna leave you




(Ahh Ahhh) 



You say that you mean well



I just can’t believe you



(Ahh ahhh)



Right here



Right here is where I wanna leave you



(Ahh ahhh) 



You’re so insincere



And you’re fuckin see through



(You’re so fuckin see through) 



(Ahh Ahhh) 






Burnin’ me out 




I just can’t fuckin’ take it




Dumbing things down




So that you’re not mistaken




Running from your guilt



But you keep instigating 




Can’t accept your faults




So you manipulate it




I’m questioning my own sanity 




Your interpretation 





Complete travesty 






I know sometimes I can be wrong


You fucked with my head for way too long



I’m strung out on heartache



(Strung out on heartache)



Gaslightin’ and tryna call me dumb



And make me look bad to your friends 



Give me a fuckin’ break



Tryna take back everything that you said
 


And win back after all you did 



Baby too little too late 



(Bitch too little too late)



Claim you give a fuck, but really you don’t



and you can’t love bomb me baby



I can see the hate




Right here 




Right here is where I wanna leave you




(Ahh Ahhh) 



You say that you mean well



I just can’t believe you



(Ahh ahhh)



Right here



Right here is where I wanna leave you



(Ahh ahhh) 



You’re so insincere



And you’re fuckin see through



(You’re so fuckin see through) 



(Ahh Ahhh)

Strung out [on heartache] prod. Bored Noah

Drop a couple racks to make you happy. They know that I’m up, now they’re not laughing. Came up out the dirt, now my hair nappy. But why tf that bih keep tryna grab me. 

Drop a couple racks to make you happy. They know that I’m up, now they’re not laughing. I don’t fuck wit snap stop tryna snap me. Said you were my friend, but you’re just acting.  

Say that you’re my friend but you’re just acting. 

Walk into the club, and bitch I’m packing. They think it’s my dick, and they’re all gasping. 

Walk ‘round with two dicks, so I’m not lacking. 

My pockets is fat, your pockets fasting. 

How you famous and broke, that shit is saddening.

No one knows who you are maybe you’re capping. 

You like singing, maybe you should start acting. 

Drop a couple racks to make you happy. They know that I’m up, now they’re not laughing. Came up out the dirt, now my hair nappy. But why tf that bih keep tryna grab me. 

Drop a couple racks to make you happy. They know that I’m up, now they’re not laughing. I don’t fuck wit snap stop tryna snap me. Said you were my friend, but you’re just acting.

Acting (no snap)  [ prod. 6houl ]

Motive  [Prod. astarii]

(Lyrics) 


Yeah, 

Ayyy, 

Yeah, 

I’m just keeping this shit nonchalant, cus’ you know I’m chillin’, fuck they talkin’ about. 



He lookin’ for me, but I know just where to find him. 

beam on his chest, now he  got blood on his diamonds. 

Shootin’ like a 90 overall nigga I’m OP. 

Rip them chains off his body, that’s a war trophy. 

Niggas think it’s sweet cus’ I know how to talk proper. 

Say they sending a hit, just know I’m loading up my chopper. 

In a hotel with a mg42 just waiting. 

Lately you fuck niggas just been toying with my patience. 

Ain’t no fear in my heart, nigga I won’t even fake it. 
 
Say you went legit, but you still a fucking prick, 

Yeah I was a fan, ‘til you started talkin’ shit.  

Claiming I’m a bitch, when yo ex bitch made you flinch. 

She wasn’t even gonn’ hit you nigga, why you cowerin’? 

I don’t gang bang, but I know niggas want me dead.

Run up on me wrong, hollows flyin’ at your head.  

Crack his fuckin’ skull, let his fuckin’ blood shed.  

Motherfucker, then I fled. 

Then I keep my fuckin’ mount closed, 

Fuck you and your clout hoe.  

Heard some shit about you being a motherfucking downlow. 

Gay for pay ass niggas, guess you really about your cash flow,  

We see you getting money, but we ain’t know you was throwing ass though.  

You claim to be a family man, but you don’t even give a fuck about your own cousin! 

Give that nigga his fuckin’ feature man. 

Stop playing man.  

You a fucking asshole nigga!  

Fuck you! 

Existential crisis entertainment and music group. Fuck these niggas talking about nigga.  

Fuck these hoe ass niggas man.

War Trophy Part 1. New Master (Prod. ttweaker)

(Lyrics)  

I’m not fuckin’ finished… 


Niggas really thought I was done….


You don’t wanna fight, then nigga fuck it we can shoot it out, 

pull up in that van, and bitch I swear that we gonn air it out. 

Fuck you scared about? Nigga like me gonn knock you out?

 Bitch put that gun down,  square up or talk it out. 

Oh we ain’t talkin’ now?


They wanna slime me out. 


My bro pull up on the side and whip the Tommy out. 

Ready to wipe a nigga nose if he try to play dirty. 

Trigger fingers itching, and we tied, Holding Super 30’s. 

Thought he had me cornered, but the tables turned. 

Niggas don’t respect me, but they ‘bout to learn. 

Cook ‘em like a salmon, watch his ass burn. 

I’m the sanitizer. Nigga you’s a germ.  

Cut off niggas ears, keep them as some souvenirs. 

Nigga better fight fair, or just stand clear.  

I got ties to people that can make you disappear.  


Be mindful of your threats, I am not your average queer. 


And speaking of queers, I heard guys paid you to sling dick. 

Or maybe sling ass, I don’t really remember which. 

Before you call a nigga a bitch, check your track record.  


Become in denial your cousin’s the fact checker.

Quit fuckin’ playing with me.

War Trophy Pt. 2  p. TTweaker

(Lyrics)


This shit is just so effortless, 

Dancing with the devil, but they say I’m heaven sent. 


Feeling pain in my chest again, crashing out over people that are irrelevant. 


Got me feeling stressed again, 

I been fearful of just another abandonment,


I can’t even fathom it. 


Tell myself that I’m never dealing with that again. 


I’m here for you if you ever need me. 


Baby just call if you ever want to see me.


Baby just believe me, 

Baby just believe me, 

Baby just believe me, 

Baby just believe me, 

I mean it, I’m not trying to be deceiving, 

I know that you’re hurt, and I know that you’ve been grieving.


Baby please don’t leave me.


Baby please don’t leave me.


Baby please don’t leave me.


Baby please don’t leave me.


Close encounters, and conflicts. 


Sometimes I wonder what someone’s trying to accomplish. 


I’m thankful that you’re honest. 


They like playing games and weighing out other options. 


I’ll take away all of your problems,


Any misunderstandings I swear I’ll resolve them. 


Swear that I’ll resolve them. 



I’m here for you if you ever need me. 


Baby just call if you ever want to see me.


Baby just believe me, 

Baby just believe me, 

Baby just believe me, 

Baby just believe me, 

I mean it, I’m not trying to be deceiving, 

I know that you’re hurt, and I know that you’ve been grieving.


Baby please don’t leave me.


Baby please don’t leave me.


Baby please don’t leave me.


Baby please don’t leave me.



Believe me.

Believe me. 

Believe me.

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