VALHALLA:
don't fuck with most the bitches cuz I swear that they be ratchet
we eating off yo dishes while we raiding up yo cabinet
my homies seeing visions cuz we drop a tab of acid
she thought my dick was vicious but she only seen it flaccid

ayy it's me n dre up in the building
that pussy talking crazy we filet em what the deal is
n if we running fades we know marcos gon fucking film it
we rolling wit the blade n these fake muhfuckas gon feel it

I feel like light yagami how I'm scheming up these plans
count so many muhfuckin blues that I cannot feel my hands
n yo bitch wanna topple me but I said she just a fan
ion pick n ion choose I just take a bitch out the stands

bitch I rock these AJ 3s n ion really fuck wit vans
dre known that I keep that beam, if they want war that's where we stand
n I keep that jesus piece under my fleece if ion land
today I'm breathing so I'm even rest in peace up to the fam

rest in peace to em
rest in peace to em
if that pussy talking shit I put that piece to em
n ion rlly give a fuck bout what yo league doing
know real muhfuckas move in silence so we creep moving
bitch I'm a hustler I aint never been no B student
we rolling deep up in numbers but we ain't G UNIT

CALLAWAY DRE:
yeah, man I go crazy to get that fuckin dough
call up my lil shoota he gon knock yo ass up on the floor
yeah we get into his head his little hoe she finna blow
selling out my shows, put a glock up to his head he froze
yeah I go crazy than chrisean bout my bluefaces
n if I don't even wanna do it, get my crew to face it

g-got my nigga jack in the passenger going fast
gotta hoe up in the back I'll fuck her cuz she ain't gon last
gotta put it up in her tummy it's just a lil task
gotta hoe that's gon suck it up, swallow da nut cuz she a tag

man she not a tag, man I meant to say slut
freaky lil hoe n she telling me to put it in her butt
feeling like a vampire n man she gotta cut
callaway getting to that check n he suit up ina TECH!!

TFN ANONYMOUS:
bitch I ain't a cop but I'm boutta fuckin crash out
hoe a city girl, yeah she twerking wit her ass out
she throwing it all back, yeah I'm boutta fuckin pass out
hitting it from the back, yeah I'm boutta fuckin tap out

these niggas keep talking shit so I told em knuck a buck up
I up the stick on that nigga n told em SHUT THE FUCK UP
I flex a few 20s on that nigga, GETCHA LUCK UP
n that's just pocket change nigga g-g-getcha BUCKS UP

AMYGDALA (FT. CALLAWAY DRE & TFN ANONYMOUS) (PROD. DAVIDTAMAS)

LYRICS:
it’s all abt business these switches get clipping my bitches ain’t picky n choosy got me a thick red bone an a lil dyke bitch look like lil boosie yo bitches pretentious my bitches in venice they shake it like muhfuckin smoothies take a 3.5 to da dome n I told that lil hoe that we gon make a movie made a hunnit stunting bag up in abundance running running feel like david goggins bitch I already done it I ain’t fronting flying toward the summit like mary poppins I sip on this wok got me actijg like goblin I’m outta options so I be mobbing pistols be packing these 40s be popping fuck 9-5 all my homies stay robbing packing these ps n u know I’m not tripping I’m smoking gelato n smoke scotty pippen I sip out the bottle n roll wit prescription his mama stay crying her boy done went missing splash splash I fuck a bitch on her back I put yo lil mans on the map cutting shit like I’m samurai jack wack pack u might get stabbed in yo back my woedies all roll wit sum masks yo bitch eating dick like a snack smooth my green my flow like a butter hating I hit ‘em up wit a stone cold stunner all of my homies eating real good like gunna when I come home fried red eyes make supper

up in this hoe with samurai jack he keep him a blade and I keep me a gat the way that we coming they thought we was back I pull up no jumper but clutching that mac a 50 too much just watch them retract we shoot at his spot knock his ass out the map I'm pleading the 5th if I ever get snatched fuck the police they all just some rats and i fucked on you bitch she said she attached like where yo ass at yo hoe getting thicky keep me a stick just in case it get sticky roll up a wood then count up these 50's we upping a drum while you upping a semi cook in the pot no Chef Remy we sending them shots if you test me I got a glock it shoot like mesi, hit em in his top turn his ass to jelly this shit can get deadly fuck yo crew do em just like Melly yeaah

MUSCLE MEMORY (FT. CALLAWAY DRE & LIL L) (PROD. BL!KEY)

LYRICS: I been popping like sum muhfuckin grease in the pan don't talk to representatives I'ma speak to da man lil bitch mobbin deep wit a piece in our hands from da ville to east of the streets of japan real shit stopping n we speak to the fans got the absence of evidence so we fleed in a van six bricks cop a couple P's for da bands bitch I'm up in my element on da beat wit the fam misfits eat pussies like you for dinner from rats in the crib now I fuck five percentas haters is muhfuckin bitter my main bitch is yellow my side bitch vanilla I trash on these bitches like litter n pray to the lord cuz he know I'ma sinner all my shit pure like it's brita but snitches get shit that's cut up, master splinter smoking make holes in the ozone, faggots talk shit Ima fight in my polo my wrist looking just like a snow globe, solving these mysteries like I’m makoto they said that I’m destined I know so eighth in the wood while I’m drinking four loko sip robutussin out my solo plot on 3 bitches I’m like I’m mojo jojo

EUGHH COOKED UP ANOTHER LIL BANGER FOR FRIDAY DA 13TH SHOUTSOUT TO P FLOW N ISO FOR HOPPING ON THIS HOE WIT ME ON THEY KIRA SHIT 🗣🗣🗣

NO THAT'S WRONG! (W/ PHILLY FLOWS & ISO)

ELEVATED (FT. CALLAWAY DRE) (PROD. KIE)

ELEVATED 2 (W/ CALLAWAY DRE)

NEW SHIT DROPPING SOON LOL MB HERE'S A LITTLE TITBIT JUST FOR U <3

LYRICS:
hit once, like it’s magic I’m off n away
when I drop her she honestly stalking my page 
n they said I’m a prodigy cuz of my age
I’m a heathen a bean, n 3 gs to the face
is my morning routine while I chief in a daze
I got vitamin A I can see all the fakes
yo bitch just like a fed she take shots to the face
n I feel like tay k but not catching no case

huhyuhhuhyuh
I pop da perc I'ma goblin
I beat yo ass like jimmy hopkins
I leave da pussy wit no options
stop it,,
drop it,,
bitch I gotta rock in my pocket
sip da wock got you feelin hypnotic
but I better not get up off topic

lil bitch I’m packing that pump that mac n smith n wessen
I’m ashing the blunt on the track that I’m stepping
these choppas gon rock you n knock yo medulla
I’m off in the block in the bay wit some shooters
I auction an opp in a day for some muela
you talking that talk but it’s just on computer
I walk n I stop n pop it wit my reuger
we hostile mobbin in the spot for the gouda

in the cooler, yeah that's where his body lay
n this choppa might rock get you popped today
if you want it, get it, I'ma block away-
-I'm whitcho mama told that lil bitch andale

say that shit while I bang on my chest
I'm testing my luck n I feel like celeste
ho we hanging we slang wit the best
n this red in my cup got me -

CLOCKWORK

SOMETIMES I WAKE UP N FEEL JUST LIKE I'M INA DREAM 🗣️🗣️

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