slidin’ wit a knock, bitch you could cropped like im ayer-

slidin’ wit a knock, bitch you could cropped like im ayer-

slidin’ wit a knock, bitch you could cropped like im ayerp

slidin’ wit a knock, bitch you could cropped like im ayerp

yuh
i just ate a fent roll off da street 
nigga if I die giving trey my deets (details)
nigga if I die givin’ saint my beats
nigga if I die ima have the best post-humous album on god (nigga on god)

nigga if I die, they goin give a fuck
nigga if I die, I won’t give a fuck

huh, man the last 20 seconds of this song was a joke
nigga I ain’t dead
nigga I ain’t dead
nigga I ain’t dead 
nigga I ain’t dead

huh
balenci, my belt
my gang, prevail
need space, no cell
you get money, do tell
move packs, then sell
you can’t, beat me
im the goat, you can tell

huh
hoe bad, Chanel
these racks, prevail

grindin to the top I could never fail
can’t fuck wit a bop she was sent from hell
fuckin wit these bops bitch I’m gettin bell
bitch I’m dell tonight
imma need a bell tonight
my dick she gon feel tonight 
got a gold metallic knife
and that shit’ll cut u right (shhhhh)

huh huh huh
they not wit my niggas cuz they know we kill shit
bitch we drill shit
im wit vax nigga and we kill shit
I can’t lie bitch I spit that real shit

bitch im saint but i move that pack quick and im still shooting like a demon

like a demon
like a demon
blow a bag on my bitch at neimans
blow her back out, give her semen
blow her back out, heavy breathing
ate a fent roll, now we tweakin 
and that fentanyl said she need it

run up on me bitch it got no meanin
run up on me bitch u leaving bleeding
shawty want the dick so I feed it
shawty want my dick cuz she fiendin

ate a fent roll, now we tweakin 
now we tweakin 
now we tweakin 

me and saint pull up niggas fleeing
Say it to my face bitch don’t tweet it 
bitch don’t tweet it 

nigga I ain’t dead
nigga I ain’t dead
nigga I ain’t dead 
nigga I ain’t dead
nigga I ain’t dead
nigga I ain’t dead

(nigga I ain’t dead!)

yuh
i just ate a fent roll off da street 
nigga if I die giving trey my deets (details)
nigga if I die givin’ saint my beats
nigga if I die ima have the best post-humous album on god (nigga on god)

aint dead ft. saint (fehrm)

SONG OUT https://open.spotify.com/track/15oktygoEvAedFDVK1c3H5?si=8c01b19232484167
Intro 
Ion really understand myself (myself)
I was fucked up looking for your help (your help
Put the pain away (away)
Yeah, you drove me insane (insane)
You’d said that we change (change)
But after all we still the same (same)

Chorus 
(Ooouuu)
(Ye)
You said we better off separate (ooouuu)
I said we fucked up don’t separate (wuuuu)
You said you needed to be okay 
(Ooouuuuwaaaa) (ye)
All the pain it’s stuck inside my brain (ooouuu)
Fuck that shit I ain’t wanna change (wuuuu)
I was just stuck up in my ways
(Ooouuu)
(Ye)
How the fuck can I make this shit up (oooouuu)
I was fighting for myself not to give up (wuuuu)
But I look back at you wanna give up 
(Yeahhh) (ooouu) (yeahhh)
I’m breaking down writing this song (ooouuu)
I’m hoping this won’t last long (ye)
(Oouuu)
Verse
Maybe we’ll be right to the back and forth 
But I know it’s gone (ye)
You said that we ain’t coming back (yea)
You got me fucked up so bad (ye)
I’m just stuck up on our past (yeeeee)
I just wanted us to last (ye)
Why did we have to go back (yeah)
You played my heart like it’s trash (ye)
You took my love won’t get back (yeah)
I’m fucked up need to go right now (ye, ye)
Baby I need your help (yea)
You said that you wouldn’t leave (ye)
You brought my heart into disbelief (yeah)
Baby tell me where you go (ye yeeee)
I need you so damn bad (yeah)
How the fuck can you turn on me 
When I was your everything (yeah yeahhh yeah)
Losing myself I know (yeah yeahhh yeah)
You deeply wounded my soul (yeah yeahhh)
I will not let that shit go (yeah yeahhh yeah)
Cause with you I feel at home (yeah yeahhh)
Nobody can take your spot (yeah yeahhh yeah)
You were supposed to be apart of my plot (yeah)
Oh wait, damn I forgot (yeah yeahhh yeah)
You changed up on me (yeah yeahhh yeah)

Bridge
But I don’t understand anything (euugghh)
I ain’t learn no shit from this (uhhuuuh)
You said that we gon grow (grow)
And we gon turn out old (old)
But I’m fucked up without you (without you)
Why can’t you just get it x2  (get itx2)

(Why can’t youuuuu)

Chorus 
(Ooouuu)
(Ye)
You said we better off separate (ooouuu)
I said we fucked up don’t separate (wuuuu)
You said you needed to be okay 
(Ooouuuuwaaaa) (ye)
All the pain it’s stuck inside my brain (ooouuu)
Fuck that shit I ain’t wanna change (wuuuu)
I was just stuck up in my ways
(Ooouuu)
(Ye)
How the fuck can I make this shit up (oooouuu)
I was fighting for myself not to give up (wuuuu)
But I look back at you wanna give up 
(Yeahhh) (ooouu) (yeahhh)
I’m breaking down writing this song
I’m hoping this won’t last long (ye)
But I know that this shits all gone (yeah)
(This shits all gonex2)
 
Outro 
(Ooouuu, I was fighting for myself not to give up)
(Wuuu, but I look back at you wanna give up)
(Yeah, oooouuu, yeah)
(Im breaking down writing this song, yeah)
(I’m hoping this won’t last long, yeuueh)
But i know that this shits all gone 
 The end.
(Sapjer + CD)

Separate

Produced by @f3hrm

Yuh, huh i'm back in this bitch, huh i'm back in this ho
Bitch im da one who put bling on ya wrist
Yall not gon catch me begging to no ho

Yuh, yah
Pop out on stage like rockstar
Dr-Dreads on my head imma rasta
Money like bird cuz' it flock, yuh

Money like bird cuz' it flock to me
She giving me brain like lobotomy
Stomp on a nigga ugh, hol' up, Stomp on a nigga like sock to me
I'm ina BM, a BM, a BM, a BM Dubby no one stopping me

Nigga tried to say i fell off
But yo ass was never een on
My ho tryna feed on my cock
Yuh, eat me up like filet mignon
Huh, B-Bitch im just cool at da top
Nigga tried sit on my throne
Fuck nigga get the fuck on

Huh, 808 boomin
Said he shooters? Bitch who you foolin?
Minecraft story mode rip reuben
Mi-Minecraft story mode rip reuben

Hit dat hoe up like how you doin?
Bitch jus' roll up tryna stay potent
Hit my twin up like, "bro hows it goin?"

Finna hit the sheets i think ima
Call it, Call it, Call it, Call it
Call it, Call it, Call it, Call it
Call it, Call it, Call it, Call it
Call it, Call it, Call it, Call it


Yuh, huh i'm back in this bitch, huh i'm back in this ho
Bitch im da one who put bling on ya wrist
Yall not gon catch me begging to no ho

Yuh, yah
Pop out on stage like rockstar
Dr-Dreads on my head imma rasta
Money like bird cuz' it flock, yuh

Money like bird cuz' it flock to me
She giving me brain like lobotomy
Stomp on a nigga ugh, hol' up, Stomp on a nigga like sock to me
I'm ina BM, a BM, a BM, a BM Dubby no one stopping me

Nigga tried to say i fell off
But yo ass was never een on
My ho tryna feed on my cock
Yuh, eat me up like filet mignon
Huh, B-Bitch im just cool at da top
Nigga tried sit on my throne
Fuck nigga get the fuck on

Huh, 808 boomin
Said he shooters? Bitch who you foolin?
Minecraft story mode rip reuben
Mi-Minecraft story mode rip reuben

Hit dat hoe up like how you doin?
Bitch jus' roll up tryna stay potent
Hit my twin up like, "bro hows it goin?"

Finna hit the sheets i think ima call it
Finna hit the sheets i think ima call it
Finna hit the sheets i think ima call it
Finna ca-call it
Finna ca-call it, call it, call it, call it

Call it, Call it, Call it, Call it
Call it, Call it, Call it, Call it
Call it, Call it, Call it, Call it
Call it, Call it, Call it, Call it

Call it, Call it, Call it, Call it
Call it, Call it, Call it, Call it
Call it, Call it, Call it, Call it
Call it, Call it, Call it, Call it

tap in*

call it

calling for you

original by xasper
prod rexv2
bday drop 9/22/24

lyrics
tht girl she a bop bro
she gon call me up for da top bro
yeahh
sneaky shi js like a fox bro
i been undercover
black suit
vamp time
black crow
i told my bro when he gnna drop
stackin my money to da top
wait my bars gettin off
yeah dis music gettin old
they on the label they sellin they soul
why is u sellin tht soul

rollup onnat short bus
u so sped bru
get yo brain up
u ain got no brain bra
hadda fix tht brain bro
i might knock on ya brain bru
labels comin to ma door
like u so lame get a job bru
huh huh
rock out miley cyrus
party in da usa
my day is my bday
MY DAY IS MY BDAY
i was swagged out ever since my first day

tht girl she a bop bro
she gon call me up for da top bro
yeahh
sneaky shi js like a fox bro
i been undercover
black suit
vamp time
black crow
i told my bro when he gnna drop
stackin my money to da top
wait my bars gettin off
yeah dis music gettin old
they on the label they sellin they soul
why is u sellin tht soul

bops rmx (rexv2)

my kind

come outside [BNVLNT SONG WARS]

Produced by me

You don't see
The bigger picture ah
You don't see

You don't see the shit happening right before your eyes
You don't give no fuck bout your bro
You might as well go head die
Yeah sometimes I'm all alone

I'm all alone
No you not
I'm not alone
I know im worth sumn

Bitch gon' be sumn
To you it might no mean nun
But i made this my life's work
So I gotta make it count sumn

Gotta make it count sumn
So I gotta make it count sumn
Gotta make it count sumn
So I gotta make it count sumn

Gotta make it count sumn
So I gotta make it count sumn
Gotta make it count sumn

Yuh, yuh, yuh
Couple shots I'm finna dish out
And I'm bouta send that bitch out
Ho tweaking too much, slow down

Yuh, give a fuck if she got pissed off
Yuh, bitch whipped with the end of my pistol
Yuh, got too much drive like its nitro
Yuh, when I see that green, nigga I go

Gotta take advantage of it
Huh, Huh, get the fuck up off your ass
Like twin gotta get this cash
Huh, Huh, tryna get bands

Huh, nuh uh, we ain't friends
Huh, nuh uh, fuck amends
Yeah, uh huh, what I said
Huh, nuh uh, won't take it back

Uh huh, fuck
Where my twin?
W-W-Where my slatt, where he been?
The stu is where he been
Huh, lil vax made a hit again

I get fly, Pelican
Yuh, and no can't do what I can
Tote that fye, tote FNs
Yuh, finna hit you and you and them

Yuh, not looking to good you
Yuh, not looking to good them
Want an apology, oh man
Shot in the head all I said was damn

Huh, You don't see
I can't see
And the money look like it want me
Like I'm Steven and It's Connie
Like a crip got blues my body

Y-You don't see
The bigger picture ah
You don't see

You don't see the shit happening right before your eyes
You don't give no fuck bout your bro
You might as well go head die
Yeah sometimes I'm all alone

I'm all alone
No you not
I'm not alone

Couple shots I'm finna dish out
And I'm bouta send that bitch out
Ho tweaking too much, slow down

Yuh, give a fuck if she got pissed off
Yuh, bitch whipped with the end of my pistol
Yuh, got too much drive like its nitro
Yuh, when I see that green, nigga I go

Gotta take advantage of it
Huh, Huh, get the fuck up off your ass
Like twin gotta get this cash
Huh, Huh, tryna get bands

Huh, nuh uh, we ain't friends
Huh, nuh uh, fuck amends
Yeah, uh huh, what I said
Huh, nuh uh, won't take it back

Uh huh, fuck
Where my twin?
W-W-Where my slatt, where he been?
The stu is where he been
Huh, lil vax made a hit again

I get fly, Pelican
Yuh, and no can't do what I can
Tote that fye, tote FNs
Yuh, finna hit you and you and them

Yuh, not looking to good you
Yuh, not looking to good them
Want an apology, oh man
Shot in the head all I said was damn

Don't see
I can't see
Huh, You don't see, the bigger picture ah
You don't see
You don't see the shit
Don't see
Don't see

call it

vax

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