Everyday Thang

Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Look
I’m really smoking too much, I got a lot on my mind. 
I know this clip holding 10 
But I just stay locked with this 9 
Wanting trouble?
It’s 187 
Sending him straight to the sky
51-50, bitch, I’m with the static 
Fatality 
Rip out your spine 

[Verse One]
Look 
I’m in the field with the runners 
We aiming it straight for your dome 
We out with the (KC) K see us passing them bullets like my name was Patrick Mahomes 
You moving a few little grams
My ma was just caught with a bo
That shit ain’t nothing 
She did it up front and now she finally about to come home 
Uh
Gang slide 

- d guapo -


[Chorus]
Look
I’m really smoking too much, I got a lot on my mind. 
I know this clip holding 10 
But I just stay locked with this 9 
Wanting trouble?
It’s 187 
Sending him straight to the sky
51-50, bitch, I’m with the static 
Fatality 
Rip out your spine 
Look

[Verse Two]
He said he want smoke
Well I just dropped the addy 
She said she want more 
So she dead dropped her panties 
I dropped a bean up inside of my Brandee
I’ll drop your team if it comes to my family 
Don’t think that I’m playing boy I’ll get to checking 
Run up on me 
You must not got the message 
Up it 
I squeeze 
We flock out inna second
I put my whole team on
I gave them some blessings 
I live this life 
Y’all ain’t got no connections 
I did what’s right when a young brother stressing
I worked a 10-11 for 7 
The shit I remember will never get better 
I was on my way to chill with them steppers 
Then I got the message that my dawg had checked out 
This shit doesn’t check out 
I just hit my knees and I prayed they protect you 
Rep Augustine till the day that my death due 
I’m raising hell till it’s heaven
Then once that has happened 
That’s when I’ll swear that my deeds’ve avenged you 
Yeah

ONE8$EVEN w/ D Guapo (prod. oza & slim)

*PROD. QUINTON*

Lyrics:
[verse one]
Gang, yeah
I know they really ain’t on it 
My gun got attachments, I walk with a limp 
Aye 
I know she fell for the pressure
She love how I choke her 
She grab on my hand and said do it again
She grabbing my chain as she putting it in
45 banger it came with a pin 
Tryna get money, I’m hungry this shift
Try me, you funny 
You give me a kick
Solidified felons inside of my truck
Bunch of little kids up inside of your whip 
Get that guy checked in, ain’t getting a bunk
50 a buck 50, rolling him up 
556 rip his face like a chimp 
Got so many shots, what I’m aiming it for? 
Moving improper get hit in your whip
All of them goblins been refady for war 
Out with them robbers we taking some more 
Making that cheese while you just make believe 
Face it you nada 
You acting real bold 
Said you sleeping with heaters 
We up with the beast 
.223’s setting fire to streets 
Hop out like Michael I’m live in these streets 
With like 5 of my bros, why you trying it g? 
Come slide pussy and they gon’ find you deceased
352 
Southside to the East
Yuh
Blackouts and Gen 5’s in the seat 
Yuh
Who’s dying when it’s really time to get em?
Who’s sliding when it’s really time for spinning?
Look her in the eyes, tell her roll with a boss 
Step on whoever
yeah
All I know is get it
Gang, yeah
Step on whoever 
Yeah
All I know is get it

[verse two]
All I know is get it for all of my people locked up in them cages, no house phone to call at
I gotta do it cause my momma losing
Locked up out of state a whole year without contact 
I could’ve made you little suckers come get it but nah I had got up 
I want all the problems
Put that on me that you probably want nada 
I know that boy sweet like some fucking horchata 
Been keeping it g for my bro I done bossed up 
But fuck what he did, what he said got him boxed up
But shit I don’t feel what I did even matter
A kid in the field
I was playing at batter 
Over the fence 
I’d just finish it faster 
I was a youngin stuck kicking with trappers that’s off of the dope 
Hot shot 
They just feigning for hope
Not far from just freezing them cold 
We don’t need a fucking reason, just kick in the door pussy 
Ha

Step On Whoever

Yakuza ft. PabloPablo

R.I.P. O.Z. Rose (Prod.kisama! w playboi digital)

You Ever?

Big thanks to Taylor King for the chorus!

Bring Me Down

Trapped Thoughts Part l (Prod. brayden potts)

17 shots (ft. NA+ural)

31BONEZ - Sin Corazón (Juice William x NA+ural x RubyJone$)

Lyrics:
[Chorus]
I hope you fuck with me 
God keep me company 
Something seems up with me 
I hope he comes for me 
Hope that he suffers me 
Shit just seems comforting 
Fuck with me fuck with me 
I hope you fuck with me 
Something brings love to me 
Bout you tryna jump on me 
Knife cutting deep enough, see in your stomach g 

[Verse One]
I walk around with my chain out 
Don’t talk about what’s in the gang house 
I really been in all them bang outs 
And the realist shit is I been way down, eating take out 
So what the fuck you got to say now 
Fuck you up, you feel the pain now? 
Double cup it’s something lame yuh 
Demons fuck me up I feel the pain yuh

[Verse Two]
Talking ‘bout problems, bitch I am the quotient 
I’m gon’ divide em, bitch I am the docent 
You like a liter, fuck that I’m the ocean 
I am the man, you had your moment 
Got knifes in my hand, bet you feeling real hopeless 
Bet life in the trap ain’t as good as you hoping 
Cause sometimes it’s wack to keep moving when broken 
Got knives in my back you don’t know where I’m going
I like it like that, got me smoking the dopest  

[Chorus]
I hope you fuck with me 
God keep me company 
Something seems up with me 
I hope he comes for me 
Hope that he suffers me 
Shit just seems comforting 
Fuck with me fuck with me 
I hope you fuck with me 
Something brings love to me 
Bout you tryna jump on me 
Knife cutting deep enough, see in your stomach g

FUXKWITHME [PROD. FEENEY]

pain, gunplay, & bloodshed.
MURDAFOREVER.

Step On Whoever

$lim Locsta

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