Bounce Dat Ass

Motion

Inner Thoughts

Soul Survivor

Deuxeski- freak hoe (prod ced)

Lyrics - 
Bitch are you mad cuz im better n bigger 
This stick on my hip put ah hole in your liver 
Bitch im too cold you stand close n you shiver 
Deliver these scriptures like I am the giver 
Said that im mean bitch go cry me a river 
I don’t got a sliver of care I can give her 
Hand on the trigger you should reconsider 
Send shots too his top like he askin for liquor 
My wallet jus thicker my following bigger 
Come try to act stupid you gettin disfigured 
I spin with some vigor 
N rip out his innards 
Then serve that shit up like it’s time for some dinner 
I’m twisted oh well imma kick it in hell 
All you pussies is funny like Keenan n kell 
I keep a tech but no kel on this belt 
N I’d lie if I say that I care how they felt 
I saw your pack n that shit never smelt 
Fuck ab him n the hand he was dealt 
I’m finna squeeze on this bitch till it melt 
Belt to ass im tryna give em a welt

BITCHAREYOUMAD [prod.QAWLU]

Pop/Rap Style 
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Featuring @Atillavii 🔥

Live It Up (feat. Atilla)

Lyrics : 
{Inkk}

I wish death on all my opps 
These sticks so big they look like mops
I wish these voices would stop 
Cuz they jus wan see bodies drop 
Heard your song that shit was slop 
Your bitch ass should jus switch too pop 
I cannot fuck with no cops 
I harvest pigs like they some crops 

Grab his badge then stab his eyes 
I hate this system n it lies 
I despise the guys who hide they face behind some weak disguise  
Try n try I can’t deny my blood done puddled in my slides 
Beat his face then beat the case im Smokin great I be too high 

Why do I refuse to cry , the pain inside won’t break my pride 
Slidin by im movin sly my phone been dry okay I lied 
Pistol wit me by my side I trust nobody else too ride 
I N double K okay but years ago I really died 

I wish death on every opp
Why do you drop they always flop 
Take his top off like a pop
I love my bitch don’t love no bops 

Face a opp then face a blunt 
Bitch I do jus what I want 
Don’t come up here tryna stunt 
This thermal sight go onna hunt 
Sucker punched him from the front 
Then Kicked his head like it’s a punt 
What I’m Smokin this some runtz 
You stupid bitch you jus ah dunse

clips on clips get ripped to bits
You droppin shits I’m droppin hits 
off my rocker not my shit
Im too legit I’m truly sick 
Blicks on blicks 
My sticks equipped too spit at licks who talkin slick 
Pricks in ricks got sticks in flicks but when it’s time they hold they dicks
Tris n mix at random picks these boys be higher than they clicks 
Why they cappin say they trappin they ain’t ever seen no bricks 
I get paid too talk my shit 
Bad bitch all up on my dick 
6 shots on my hip like Rick

{jork}
I wish for death i keep a tech im poking holes up in his neck my pistol red it go thru vests and put that pain up in yo head

I wish for death I keep a tech
im poking holes up in his neck
my pistol red it go through vests
you feel that pain up in yo head

cocaine in my system get me tweakin
ah shit
BLOCK HIT BLOCK HIT
turn that shit to auschwitz
get in some predicaments 
because i love to talk shit
choppa orchestra gone make a hit like...
oh fuck...

666 thats on my clique 
im flippin brix and uppin blicks
bro hurry up and take a hit
ill lose my shit and call a hit
off my dick ill fuck yo bitch
she suck my dick and spit on it
i slit her wrist her pussy drip
AND ON GANG FUKK THE PIGS

{Gr3y}
I make body's hit the floor 
I make shawty cry for more 
I make niggas prey to Grey 
So maybe they can keep they soul 
Murder, money, that's my goal 
Drugs they starting to take a tole 
6 inch into his face, I use it till that fuckas dull 

Just like pain I cause destruction
Bullets faster ain't no running 
Stack my bricks, just like construction 
I shoot first ain't wit the fussin
Shoot his lungs he huffing puffin
Grip my blick, like dick im bussin
I walked in this bitch wit gang and them choppas yellin out "No Russian"

AY AY AY AY bullets rip through ligaments 
I wish death on everybody I might hit a citizen 
If that nigga acting up this Choppa give em discipline 
I just pull up to his house don't do no online bickerin
I just stack my dividends and get up out the way yuh 
Bitch I'm mixed wit black white that's why my name is GR3Y yuh 
Bitch I need my money asap, pronto, right today 
Bitch i'll slide, shoot up yo crib where tf you gonna stay?

Down On Me

Mikey Montana

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