Quavacius - Breaking The Mold [DJ BANNED EXCLUSIVE]

prod. humanmade

Faygo Lyrics:
i got orange drink with me 
bitch
faygo

all the shooters stay outside, gotta lay low

too much bread on his  head go an get em

money always get me hype like espresso 


i had ran out all my clips i need ammo 

go to war behind me like rambo 

orange faygo

orange faygo

 dat bitch aint never on my mind i got bankroll


 she keep playin all the time she got control

all ts thats on my mind i cant get em

have another drink then im causing mayhem

 cant pass me the rock, yk imma lay him

faygo (MV ON YT)

I got a firm grip on this rap shit
No you can’t come around put em on the blacklist
He try and backdoor came out blastin
Know I do this for real you do it for the fashion
Spend all my cash made sure I’m swaggin
So far ahead I know these niggas laggin

Get the fuck out my inbox for a backend
Had to spend it all spend it up you ain’t stackin
Stay down stay low
Know you hear the Trackhawk rip up the road
I’m in LA shit hot like a stove
I’m beating her back while I’m droppin a load
Sun in my face while I’m rocking a robe

My bro hit the block said slide like slope
Hoe tryna get lit lemme drive that boat
2014 Bron I go coast to coast
Not the man in your city I know you a joke
You slick out the mouth treat that tongue like a weapon
He was just popping it now he ain’t flexing
Why when I walk in you making an exit
Won’t catch me clowning around with these niggas
Won’t be fucking up my figures

I ain’t playing bout them dollas
ARP beep beep just like a drum
I stay on repeat stacking them commas
Tuti gon eat me hoe undercover
She off a pill she tweak off a downer
I’m finna steal your bitch like Bowser

When I used trap hundred per hour
Smoking on good pack smelling like sour
I smoke a blunt before I go shower
Your hoe getting mad at me she so sour
I’m finna fuck her with so much power
Off of the white stuff off of the powder
Off of the white stuff off of the powder

We getting dollas on dollas on dollas
We getting dollas on dollas on dollas
We getting greens everyday like some collards
I’m finna slap that bitch up on her butt
I’m finna buss like a muthafuckin gun
I tell that bitch why the fuck would you run
I told that bitch we ain’t gettin no funds
Don’t you like money that shit is so fun

We getting dollas on dollas on dollas
We getting dollas on dollas on dollas
We getting greens everyday like some collards
I’m finna slap that bitch up on her butt
I’m finna buss like a muthafuckin gun
I tell that bitch why the fuck would you run
I told that bitch we ain’t gettin no funds
Don’t you like money that shit is so fun

1chrss tuff we know 1chrss tuff
Get stacks play later

rap shit  [1chrss]

interlude prod.tylo

Talk 2 God (prod. usr0, tovo)

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got the racks, yes i did it,

count the cash, till it finish,

dont know why they always sitting,

yes we overstand on business,

good money, bad decisions,

they dont understand the vision,

God wonders why im sinning,

Devil happy that im sinning,

wrong choice then im not winning,

pockets XL, yours looking diminished,

I think your ass might be finished,

the scale made me ball for when the basketball didnt, 

we moving packs thru the city,

serving 3.5 very plenty,

focused on money not no titties,

she a hoe cant show no pity,

she might be setup, you cant get me,

no lack campaign, you cant end me,

solo dolo in a city full of envy,

enemies you’ll make a plenty,

when you thinking that you deadly,



humble yourself cause that ego got you mega fried,

still cocky tho, buy that shit, dont even look at price,

she corrupts minds, now our minds zuper intertwined,

please get these hoes off my head, tired of lice,

please get these snakes the fuck away, tired of lies,



seen a couple things that just i cant forget,

dont gamble with your life, cause we winning all bets,

got mob ties, running deeper than your student debt,

we getting Arab money Dj Khaled we the best,

shoutout to my Rastas, send a fucking duppy to ya head,

broke boy jealous, we got motion off the fucking meds,

he got in that room and started talking like its Ted,

congratulation nation, you gave PSA to feds,



Got the racks, yes i did it,

count the cash, till it finish,

dont know why they always sitting,

yes we overstand on business,

good money, bad decisions,

they dont understand the vision,

God wonders why im sinning,

Devil happy that im sinning,

wrong choice then im not winning,

pockets XL, yours looking diminished,

I think your ass might be finished,

the scale made me ball for when the basketball didnt, 

we moving packs thru the city,

serving 3.5 very plenty,

focused on money not no titties,

she a hoe cant show no pity,

she might be setup, you cant get me,

no lack campaign, you cant end me,

solo dolo in a city full of envy,

enemies you’ll make a plenty,

when you thinking that you deadly,

rap shit [1chrss]

Naseem (@quavacius)