lie prod skep

rpg prod akira

roster w/ mykill + lu prod kindenthe3rd

prod mirice + jozey

w/ @mov3k

navaun inspired

##whiteplug w/ m0tive prod mirice

prod. @imfrostd @TokerTokerToker @facuarrua

(lyrics)
woahh
huh
woahh
huh
woahh
huh
woahh
huh
woahh
huh
woahh
huh
woahh

bitch i might pop me a x
i took a perc last night
i fell in love w these checks
(this choppa gon take out yo eye)
this choppa gon aim at yo neck
yeah, she fw the kid cuz im fly

lil bitch i stay wit that fye
i stay wit that pole u might as well die
u say that im ass u still bumpin lie
he talkin that shi, im sending him high

(thick then the fuck)
bad bitch she thick then the fuck
yo bitch in my crib yeah we finna fuck 

rockin tha ricky its all on my toes
put the bread on his head yeah he turn into toast
he slid on my block now he comatose
(juh like a piranha u bitin my flo-)
im hittin that boy for the bread on the low
im countin ma guap yo ass stayin broke

im cheffin the chop yo ass gettin cooked
im flippin the packs just like its a book
he get hit in his eye now he cannot look
these bullets they fly just like a rook
my g19 fishin yo ass getting hooked
im hittin yo cranny not talkin bout nook
my hellcat be blazin gon leave yo ass shook
im juggin his ass that boy call me crook
my choppa gon uh, yuh my choppa gon hit yo tummy leave u full

bitch i might pop me a x
i took a perc last night
i fell in love w these checks
(this choppa gon take out yo eye)
this choppa gon aim at yo neck
yeah, she fw the kid cuz im fly

bitch i might pop me a x
i took a perc last night
i fell in love w these checks
(this choppa gon take out yo eye)
this choppa gon aim at yo neck
yeah, she fw the kid cuz im fly

bitch i get so fuckin high, huh bitch i get so fuckin baked
yeah, im finna slide with the drac
no, im finna run from the jakes
woah, sippin the perc yeah the drank
ya, dont got no percs that shit fake
(uuuhhh)

bitch i might pop me a x
i took a perc last night
i fell in love w these checks
(this choppa gon take out yo eye)
this choppa gon aim at yo neck
yeah, she fw the kid cuz im fly

aim at yo neck prod frostd + facu + toker

@wtfscart

scart moved to the south for this one

nba w/ scart (kinden)

get sum get bak
@1kased

so u wanna talk shit on sacred n absence uh Ok 😂😂

dissin on absence dissin on sacred i cannot let dat shi go
yo daddy absent yo momma sacred fuckin dat bitch right up on da flo
this is 2 funny bru
im catchin a KASE on that lil boa KASED
yo music suck ill say it to yo face
u makin pop bitch stay in yo lane
u better stay in yo place boy cuz im boutta knock yo ass off
nd yo lil ass is a lame boy best keep yo doors on lock
i heard u care abt race boy what u gon say that im soft?
way too big dont get a plate boy u needa go onna jog
take that mask off of yo face boy ik u look like a hog
yo fatass eating some cake boy u finna croak like a frog

get back huh
yeah this choppa is fully automatic
nd yo fatass fingers gunna break that laptop
i got a e bitch gonna give me laptop
u dont excercise u dont touch a blacktop
got sum stank ass breath u better back up
if i catch em then he better not be 'lack huh
yeah my pockets like u they on fat huh

dissin on absence dissin on sacred i cannot let dat shi go
yo daddy absent yo momma sacred fuckin dat bitch right up on da flo
this is 2 funny bru
im catchin a KASE on that lil boa KASED
yo music suck ill say it to yo face
u makin pop bitch stay in yo lane
u better stay in yo place boy cuz im boutta knock yo ass off
nd yo lil ass is a lame boy best keep yo doors on lock
i heard u care abt race boy what u gon say that im soft?
way too big dont get a plate boy u needa go onna jog
take that mask off of yo face boy ik u look like a hog
yo fatass eating some cake boy u finna croak like a frog

##kase4kased prod wtfriko & whaddefukk

mia p. feardorian & kuru

traction p. max

poetry :

fuck da club up
bitch i rock balenci mix dat shi w undercover
dat lil ho a freak she wanna get me under covers
he tryna talk dat shit but him n his gang they b butters
me n lh coolin knowin no one is above us

idk no one thats better than us nooo
really walk w choppas let that lil bitch blowww
dat boy smokin on some fake dope
got a bitch she from barbados

no i cant fw fake hoes
no i cant fw fake hoes
no i cant fw fake hoes
no i cant fw fake hoes
i push that v dat bitch gon race gooo
she need a plan b cant b late nooo

fuck da club up
bitch i rock balenci mix dat shi w undercover
dat lil ho a freak she wanna get me under covers
he tryna talk dat shit but him n his gang they b butters
me n lh coolin knowin no one is above us

idk no one thats better than us nooo
really walk w choppas let that lil bitch blowww
dat boy smokin on some fake dope
got a bitch she from barbados

fake hoes p. frostd azul kutliss

delay p crissiwu + wowkt

viking w/ vasto p frostd + rubypearl

@yam612 ty for mixing ts to death
@jahhlu

violent w/ jahhlu p maks

forest w/ vasto prod vasto

never fold p dumb

poetry:

onnat real shi
pullup then i peel bitch
yuh
we got real sticks
stosa on his heels bitch
pick yo bro up heal em
higher then tha ceiling
cocaína dealing
im tryna see millions

uh uh uh uh
i said fuck the dead opps
hella guap i ran up
jus like cord i ban yaaaa
tweakin off three 10s ya
kid dont fw xans nah
he dont meet da hammer
bad bitch tryn get hammered
bad bitch her name hannah
i could get yo mans dropped
up dat glocky blam ya
neva need no hand out
send yo bro to hell ya
dk what to tell ya
free my brudda out dat jamma
finna fuck some bandzzz up

skrr skrr skrrrr
bad bitch yeah she coolin w the squad yeah tha team
i could send some bullets to yo heart for talkin mean
n im always posted w lockhart yea this OURRR scene

talkin shit i hit yo fleet
i could make yo lil bitch sing
bad bitch feenin for tha d
sending bullets sum like jah going weee [ shoutout twin ]

(weeeee)

smoking onnat za i cant focus right
yuh, yo bitch on my cock she gone blow dis right?
clutching onnat glock bitch i tote dis might (yaaaaa)
fishing shit got rods get you gone tonight
n im sippin onnat blood cup like focusrite

uh uh uh uh (oh ya)
i said fuck the dead opps
hella guap i ran up
jus like cord i ban yaaaa
tweakin off three 10s ya
kid dont fw xans nah
he dont meet da hammer
bad bitch tryn get hammered
bad bitch her name hannah
i could get yo mans dropped
up dat glocky blam ya
neva need no hand out
send yo bro to hell ya
dk what to tell ya
free my brudda out dat jamma
finna fuck some bandzzz up

onnat real shi
pullup then i peel bitch
yuh
we got real sticks
stosa on his heels bitch
pick yo bro up heal em
(higher then tha ceiling)
cocaína dealing
(im tryna see millions, i said fuck tha dead opps, hella guap i ran up)

real shi p frustration

poetry:

bitch im w my dawgs smth like a roof
yo bitch heard my song then she really poofed
in love w that guap in love w that blue
tryna be wit lock u not a recruit
spinning on his block while im clutching tools
fucking on this thot then im fucking oomf
that shit in my sock up it let it boom
i cannot reside w a bitch like you
rocking my new rocks mix that shit w true

as of recent ive been feeling hella brand new
shoot shit roll tide hell yeah alabama!
too lit carrying these racks like a camel
too sick smoking hella gas i cant handle

when i pull up always rocking issey
wallet full of 100s n them 50s
if we run up prolly take yo city
she got bunda tryna see them titties
put that gun up you aint finna hit me
innat hummer dont tryn get up w me
choppa voila like magic like houdini
knock yo bro off they tryna find who did it

on my body thats rick n evisu
yo bitch on me like why she tryn kiss tool
innat lobby im clutching my pistol
think shit funny we pullup w 6 doods
sippin wocky dont fw no tris dude
keep on talking find out what that blick do
dat bitch nasty i aint tryna hit you
ap flashy like look at my wrist foo

swerve the coupe, make it fly, you aint know nun
dropping racks on sum boof boy you so dumb
neva lack w the dudes yeah the bros huhhhh
got a mac w a strap you aint shoot nun
neva cap always facts always truth huhhhh
smoking thrax yeah that pack whats it to ya?
u so wack u not that pussy shoot sum
runnin racks w my slatt yeah we too up

we can make it happen we could do it right now
pussy wassup wit that rappin wassup wit that cappin pussy put that pipe down
i could leave yo momma saddened clutching on my gadgets i just put my sights down
i heard uncy serving hella white now
that shit crazy i saw it in the fucking prophecy
i been movin hella light pounds
smoking shit 'cuz it help when they dont talk to me
dropping bands on that bitch night gown
took her to louis now she steady toppin me

who gon be there when its lights out?
who gon be there when you down full of honesty

(bad bitch why she tryna be a victim)
(cabbage i been runnin hella chips up)
(lavish inna coupe n im kicked up)
(lockhart we the truth bitch its been us)

its been us p closedfeelings

prod bhunit + 000t1k

poetry:

yuh
i got versace right up on my collar
pull up w choppa bullets make em holla
im runnin my money money getting guala
thinkin shit funny honey imma block ya
bouncin like bunny bitch im tryna hop sum
bitch i been runnin gunnin wit a choppa

all of my diamonds clean yo shit is rusty yuh
yaow
pull up w bullets finna hit yo buddy
sippin on wock cus i dont fw tussin
pourin up drop i do it every monday
pray to my god i do it every sunday
u gettin popped no drop u must be lucky
i let the glocky talk it get to bussin
steady be walkin opps they cannot touch me

u dont want none
bitch i put it on my life that you dont want none
yuh
yeah my plug jus hit my phone he said "you want some?" (of course)
yeah bitch i want some
yeah i need mo blunts

smokin on ganja fuckin up my lungs
roll it w grabba cant do it too much
dis hoe too crazy tryna get my son
if that hoe cheatin send her onna bus
u not a demon come and say wassup
steady been geekin i cant feel my thumbs
far off the deep end i wont see the sun
why is you reaching you dont got no gun
im tryna see em pull up wit a gun
im tryna see em pull up do a stunt
bitch imma phenom you can find me once
brand new xd bullets hit yo tongue
why that boy speaking lookin like a runt?
im innat v fuckin shit up yuh
he best not peak or he gon take a bump
fdym you not hip to vulc?

racks i spend it
im tryn get that chicken
im tryn get that quickly
im makin bad decisions
i get it, i get it
i said fuck a fit in im fitted shoot swish bitch

(what he say)
(what he say)
(what he say)
(what he say)
(what he say)

i gotta keep going
i gotta keep going
i gotta keep going yuh
i gotta keep going
i gotta keep going
i gotta keep going yuh
i roll all my problems up w my lil ganja thats how i go solve it yuh
that boy a bitch n i saw it yuh
i take a hit for my potna yuh
slide on my opps we gon party up
that boy some shit where the potty huh?
that boy talk big we gon walk em up
smokin a cig in a ponti truck
dont give a shit if they lock me up
im hittin that shi like a hockey puck

bullets thru wig yuh
bullets thru- bullets thru wig yuh
im sippin real drop
im sippin- im sippin real wock
tweak off the pill yuh
tweak off the- tweak up for real yuh
yuh
crackin the seal yuh
crackin the- crackin the seal yuh

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