yung kirk - psyched aht (prod. tali)

maguap(curb)

JEFE - DR.DOLITTLE

Dem 2Letters

Wa, Blat, I'm wit hold up fuckin' slat
Broke boy got no cash, ball hard, nigga splash
Riches been had, rags. Bit- Bitches know I'm swag
 distance with this strap, on that car I can't get distracted

Take your card, boy, it's invalid
Wip might fly nigga like Aladdin, God said in the Bible, teeth gnashing
Bitch think she princess Jasmine, 762 spit like dragon
In that whip, nigga, car draggin

I been hoopin' they been capped
Brodie wanna hop out, see you in traffic
Lil Jeff all black lanvin's
I ain't Future, but I cause Madness, Cant, come to

This the show, boy, I feel like Travis Scott
Moon rock like an astronaut
Can't come in, all the doors locked
Bought a button, he can't put it in the slot

217, theres a lot of hating opps
I'm wit Steph, nigga, you know we got hella chops
Mack come, I don't wanna say that
He a fed, he got camera in his Ray-Bans

Hella bread, i gotta count it with eight hands
Hit her good, now she said she could sleep again
Gotta stop talkin' bout all this stupid shit
On the court, i been ballin' on hoopin' shit

Hit the zaa, I do not fuck with super nic
Take off, type of flow, bitch, I'm movin' it
Yuh, Came with box this bitch so fuckin' big
This lil' bitch hoe wanna come with

Hit this, hoe, she said I had the drip
So I said, you had digged?
Brody, get em slimed out, don't act tough in my house
Or you might get hit with the Z-Pap

Tol- Told, Brody, don't come in the fuckin' stu
With your weak ass
50-50, mag, onna glock look like the shade, nigga, of a lamp
I ain't Ken Carson, boy, I like God

I'd never get a tramp stamp
Wip out chop That's a blam-blam
Upped the scored, Brody had advanced
Two minis, but need a 50, shield again

Short for molly, tryna feel again
on my body tryna fuck my friends
Hella fuckin' hunnids, ain't no twenties
Hit her from the back, you feel that, honey?

Jason Mask, boy, I'm really hunting
Ate the dick up, she really frontin
On the court, bro, Demarcus Cousins
Big bro, he like Ja Morant

Lil' Jeff, blrr through yo tent
Hit my dance, boy, I'm feelin' it
Hella racks, boy, I'm gettin' it
Kill a pussy, nigga, stealin' shit

Wa, blat, blatt
I'm wit Hold up, fuckin' slat!
Broke, boy, got no cash
Ball hard, nigga, splash

Riches, been, had rags
Bitches, know, I'm swag
distance with this strap
On that car, I can't get distracted

Take your card, boy, it's invalid
Wip might fly, nigga, like Aladdin
God said in the bible teeth, gnashing ,Bitch thinks she Princess Jasmine
Seven, six, two, spit like "skrrt" like dragon
in that whip, nigga, car draggin
lil Bitch told pole only for the fashion
Don't run Dont  trip, you'll think he laggin
seen dat button, then he Barry Allen

I'm up bread-nig

Softly

juiced