This song was made by chocfamous n okkrash

Alone

bleed

Room ( Prod. breaad x swagnvy )

seasick (prod.Slym)

Guap Baby

feel like monsta ft.okkrash (prod.atlasv1)

back on my bs. (prod.P.A x Sopel)

prod. brayyy

Yea

it’s a million, we get down, I should beat it huh?
Hundred rounds make it loud, blow the meter off
How you let him take you down, take your heater off?
When we fuckin’ do it live, just like Adin Ross
Love it when you take your time when you gettin’ off
Watch that gas, it blow your mind like some fentanyl (x2)

Bitch, I’m never lacking, shoot that Glock, I know he feel it all
And it never mattered where we pack it, I’m tryin lay it off
Take another rack in from the backend, I’m tryin play it off
Let you run around, I buss yo ass, boy I don’t play at all
See you run around, I buss yo ass, no I don’t play at all

I’m on some other shit
Taking all the action when I’m holding it
This hoe, she go “mmm mmm mmm,” I’m so over it
Watching what you doing with your body, bitch, you blowing it
It’s another night I had off Molly, you just ruined it
Poppin’ bottles, takin’ off your title, hoe, showin’ it

Damn lil hoe, you showin’ it
(Touch it, Touch it, Up Now) x3
Damn lil hoe, you showin’ it
(Touch it, Touch it, Up Now) x3

Touch your man, leave your hand, move your ass out
Bitch, you playing with a thug, you’ll get dragged out
In the middle of the club with her back out
Got them drugs that show you love till you pass out

It’s a million, we get down, I should beat it huh?
Hundred rounds make it loud, blow the meter off
How you let him take you down, take your heater off?
When we fuckin’ do it live, just like Adin Ross
Love it when you take your time when you gettin’ off
Watch that gas, it blow your mind like some fentanyl (x2)

showin it

prod. hud2exotic

It’s enough

You got Saint Laurent all on your jacket, you so tuff
It’s just something ’bout the way you rock and do your stuff
Make me wanna take you out, I take you up above
I’ll just wait till the gang get out, you know I show them love
I got pistols, we can bang it out, they say they want some blood?
Got a K, that bitch be hanging out, it feel like all I love
Slice, slice, I went Wu-Tang and now I’m hanging wit my cus
My type, yeah, she some bad lil shit, she grab it wit her glove
Mike Tyson, I pull up bashing shit, I prolly don’t need no gun
I get to trippin’, this stick, it stay on my side, it feel like I’m born to blick
Fuckin’ this hoe, I’m dogging this hoe, I’m beating that shit like I’m born to hit

M17, no normal stick
Hoe too clean, got bored of it
Diamond ring, yo daughter lit
She drink my kids, drink all of it
I’m teaching her 1, 2, swallow and spit
This not a runaround, this how I get
I get down wit them blicks
Nigga wanna runaround, play, got hit
Sing on the bus, I’m like Ms. Frizz
Hermès belt on the buckle, I’m lit
I get mad, I’m throwing a fit
You got racks imported
They gon like it, love it
Guide your hand and touch it
I’m so I’m so deadend
I’m so I’m so westend

It’s enough

You got Saint Laurent all on your jacket, you so tuff
It’s just something ’bout the way you rock and do your stuff
Make me wanna take you out, I take you up above
I’ll just wait till the gang get out, you know I show them love
I got pistols, we can bang it out, they say they want some blood?
Got a K, that bitch be hanging out, it feel like all I love
Slice, slice, I went Wu-Tang and now I’m hanging wit my cus
My type, yeah, she some bad lil shit, she grab it wit her glove
Mike Tyson, I pull up bashing shit, I prolly don’t need no gun
I get to trippin’, this stick, it stay on my side, it feel like I’m born to blick
Fuckin’ this hoe, I’m dogging this hoe, I’m beating that shit like I’m born to hit

Wu-Tang

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