Welcome to my world homie where the blunts keep passing G🥶🥶

Gotcha Shakin (Feat.LouiesFuneral)

Dance Widda Demon (feat. KID ZATO x Snow) prod. jewfy

BLACK KRAY - BBY CASH OUT YOUNT(ft. $MOKEZ)[prod. F1LTHY]REMIX

[BG]:
ay ,
boot up.
ay 
cash out Yount, wit my who tucked.
ay
talkin bout a licc, we gon move some
ay
niggaz aint on shit, they so clueless.
ay
walking round wit sticks we gon shoot some. 

ay
bitch you bring you bring me chips, ion need love.
ay 
yes jewels on my neck, 
like a knoose bruh
ay 
fuck you got dat piece,
you ain't shoot nun?
runnin like a bitch when I pull up.

she got dat work, 
on me
ay
diamonds, 
don't need you bitch pay me a fee 
eat on dat bitch just like bon Appétit 
fuck is you talking? don't need me a thing.

death in my wood I be smoking on murda.
won't hit no damn bitch, but you play me I merk ya. 
don't try portray me to be no damn saint 
im way too damn young to be stressing bout fate. 

these niggaz aint blatant they stay with the faking. 
these bitches real stupid to fuck up my patience 
ain't worried but Nathan,
I'm still contemplating 
bout fuckin my dough an then cop a Mercedes 
I'm dope like the 80s 
ain't wit tha fugazi. 
you counterfeit, lazy 
no ain't bitch aint gon change me 
I'm no drippin no flaunt, a young nigga got sauce. 

she screaming she runnin, I'm up in her walls. 
don't worry won't rob you,
you don't sell no dank. 
dub f damn flame I be hard in da paint. 
bitches be stupid by saying they can't. 
betchu a dollar make her wanna fake
ay!

[RARI]:
Iced up, love this shit
Flip phone, baby, talking flick shit
Rimmed up, shit, when I slide through
Fours up, got it out the mud wrist blue
Crip blue, hunnid buck what I count
Cash out, the real cash out yount
Carbon ounce, love to smoke the whole down
Sell the shit, 'cause I'm lazy as shit

Same toes, down with that shit
Dirty love, baby in that white Benz
Boo'd up, tryna get that G-Wagon with that roof up
When the time for Rari ride 'round with that top down
Little money in the air when I shop now
Hit the block, son cold, talking shit now
Still pouring up drank on my wrist, wow
Big rims I stay when I ride 'round
And I'm street, all in they town
Shit, playing with that 9, cut the brick down
I ain't never had a brick but I'm bricked down
Brick boy, iced out, got me sick now

Only kick it with myself, wow
Fuckboy, y'all some damn clowns
In the sky 'fore I look down
Shined up, fly with them doves when I touch down

Iced up, love this shit
Flip phone, baby, talking flick shit
Rimmed up, shit, when I slide through
Fours up, got it out the mud wrist blue
Crip blue, hunnid buck what I count
Cash out, the real cash out yount
Carbon ounce, love to smoke the whole down
Sell the shit, 'cause I'm lazy as shit

BBY CA$H OUT YOUNT(remix)[prod. F1LTHY]

[prod. SCARY MIND]
my wrist sliced, gon die tonight. 
remember da pimp wit da who be slangin white. 

I'm always high, all thru the night.
be floating, I travel all thru tha sky. 

aint trusting nobody, it's good for my health.
threaten me pussy, I see watchu bout.
aint talkin no money, don't open ya mouth.
tribute to snow n that dirty south. 

fucked up my paper, now I'm goin thru it.
I question myself like "the fuck am I doin?"
I'm never at peace, who the fuck I be foolin?
be fighting myself for the shit I'm pursuing.

I went da church n they told me I'm blessed.
how the fuck am I blessed wit da knoose on my neck?
gotta hustle real hard I can't fuck up my check.
I don't play bout my lyfe, I still ride by my tech. 

if I'm gonna die, iss suicide. 

aint trading my glock bitch I don't wanna thirty.
can't focus on lyfe when my mental still hurtin.
I'm swerving off percs Ina all white suburban. 

aint shit but da coke n da blood on my sink.
gone kill me for giving that feelin of need.
the pressure, temption aint givin relief.
ain't stuck in my ways bitch I'm stuck in some grief. 

I'm in love with da drugs like I'm loving a bitch.
tryna get drums, I been done wit da stick
stealing da forgis right offa yo whip.
plus im buckin lul bitch, I don't play bout my shit. 

i been dancin on coffins, I show you mane.
I'm trippen best tuck you dat fourty bang.
da infant who isn't tha chosen reign.
lord gimme da nerve to juss blow my brain.


cause all of this sippin aint doin it foe me.
aint feelin when I'm at my low mane.
can't get right im insane.
lord mane, show me. 

stoic when I'm at my low mane.
chill in this commerce of cobain.
stoic when I'm at my low mane.
oh mane, show me.


blow smoke, then hop out tha whip!
thrax, can't fuck wit no mid 

slice, twice, right atcho wig.
then hop back, right in my shit. 

broke little bitch aint gon fuck up my money, 
I'm deep n misled so my lyfe taken from me. 

the fuck is a savior when shit lookin ugly?
I know that I'm great bitch aint nothing above me. 

bitch I'm that gold chain, beaming all day.
dead mane made of mistakes. 

lash out, n fuck up my cake.
hop back n steal me yo plate. 

my deepest intentions aint ever been lovely.
the knoose on my neck is the symbol of money.
I'm digging my grave lul bitch all by myself.
you got me advice then help me the fuck out. 

cause all of this sippin aint doin it foe me.
aint feelin when I'm at my low mane.
can't get right im insane.
lord mane, show me. 

stoic when I'm at my low mane.
chill in this commerce of cobain.
stoic when I'm at my low mane.
oh mane, show me.





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