Nameless

Prod Rainforest 3M Kelewya

(Lyrics)
Got a classy hoe like Blair Waldorf
Tryna find my hoe like Where’s Waldo
In the trap spot, posted with the sawed-off
We were broke-ass niggas having no zot
Only rapper in the city with my own zot 
Wav city livin’ put me in a droptop
And your bitch want me put her in some archive
I’m a starchild, I cannot die
In the mufuckin’ car, it’s a Glock nine
I don’t treat the red light like a stop sign
And the pack up in the air like a botfly
Tryna hit this cool hoe by the bonfire
And the fresh smell of dope, my alarm clock
She want molly, molly, molly, and the jaw lock
Get off I-85, I’m in the R now
Hold up, 
JFK, Nixon, damn
Tryna come presi’ for the wrist, damn
Popstar Benny with the mix, hold on
First rule, get it how you living, hold on
I can take everything I’m dishing
I can take a nigga shit, fuel my addiction (I can take)
Big ass bowl getting shipped, mailman don’t know what he delivering 
Got a classy hoe like Blair Waldorf
Tryna push my agenda ‘til I’m worth more 
You ain’t finna feel a bump, but the car low
I’ma tax it high as fuck, but I buy low
And today, I bought a coat with your car note 
Niggas switched and I’m tryna see carnage
With the automatic tucked in the cargo
And I can’t believe she fucked, hoe the bar low 

Damn
(Hold on, fuck em up)
No you can’t get none my bands, hoe
Christian Dior on my brands, bro
This shit for us why you mad, hoe
Check out my mufuckin’ stats, you see a young nigga getting them stacks bro 
I put this shit on my back, gratitude all that a young nigga ask for
Damn
You see how that goes 

Got a classy hoe like Blair Waldorf
Tryna find my hoe like Where’s Waldo
In the trap spot, posted with the sawed-off
We were broke-ass niggas having no zot
Only rapper in the city with my own zot 
Wav city livin’ put me in a droptop
And your bitch want me put her in some archive

Vadova - Wavcitycure (Bonus)

Produced by Project

(Lyrics)

Told that girl just how I feel 
Told that girl just how I felt
I wish I could, I can’t help it
Hoe like the pack, I’m tryn smell
Big ass Dutch, take a puff and you shell
Eat that bitch up and you melt
Swag on the shelf and the belt, don’t need help
Shots going off and it smell like you weldin’ 

Having these scales like the fuckin’ cartel
Walk in that bank with the stealth 
Totaled the cat, drove it straight outta hell
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth 
Hold on
That boy a peasant, he told on himself
Designer here, designer there, man this shit right on the shelf
Boy I’m workin’ that check, this ain’t theft

Told that girl just how I feel
Told that girl just how I felt
I wish I could, I can’t help it
Hoe like the pack, I’m tryn smell
Big ass Dutch, take a puff and you shell
Eat that bitch up and you melt
Swag on the shelf and the belt, don’t need help
Shots going off and it smell like you weldin’ 
Boy, you not poppin’ that Glock, but you held it
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth 
Walk in and walk out that bank with the stealth
He can’t even come to swag school, he expelled
Hold on,
Cut up on 485 like a chef
Homicide here, homicide there, man this the city of death
Boy I’m workin’ that check, this ain’t theft

This beat so groovy like Topside’s 
Middle fingers to the other side
If I sign, then I hope that my brother sign
If I die, then I’m hoping my brother live
You can have this shit, I’m on some other shit 
Used to be sad that I wasn’t like them other kids
They ain’t peep I was great but my mother did
Oh they want see me broke? Fuck ‘em then 
Caught a play like that bitch was a pigskin 
Still an African goat like I’m Wizkid 
Man, I think that these niggas been drinking
Cuff a thot, nigga, what was you thinking?
Swag on the shelf, and the belt it got sequins
Before I get to that grave, hope they knowing my name
Sign to the Wav, you can get you a chain, know a few good flips put you back in the game, like 

Swag on the shelf and the belt, don’t need help
Shots going off and it smell like you weldin’ 
Walk in and walk out that bank with the stealth
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth 
Hold on, he can’t even come to swag school, he expelled
Designer here, designer there, man this shit right on the shelf
All this shit came through the mail 

I wish I could, I can’t help it
Hoe like the pack, I’m tryn smell
Hold on
Told that girl just how I feel
Told that girl just how I felt
Big ass Dutch, take a puff and you shell
Eat that bitch up and you melt
Swag on the shelf and the belt, don’t need help
Shots going off and it smell like you weldin’ 

Boy, you not poppin’ that Glock, but you held it
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth 
Walk in and walk out that bank with the stealth
He can’t even come to swag school, he expelled
Hold on,
Cut up on 485 like a chef
Homicide here, homicide there, man this the city of death
Boy I’m workin’ that check, this ain’t theft

Tell by my eyes prod ej

beanonx

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