State2State

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@sacredsss
@yaeuon

lyrics:

geno:
pockets so damn fat man
bitch im fly just like a mf bat man
all black what im rocking just like batman
all that shit you say you wanna take it back yeah
choppa leave him in the past yeah

these bitches say they love you then they stab you in the back yeah
yeah these bitches keep on talking but i will not make a track yeah
bitch im swerving off the lot yeah im that fucking track yeah
yeah they keep on talking ion respond look so sad yeah

yeah you looking so damn dumb
slide up to her fucking crib then im playing with her buns
that bitch talking so damn crazy said she wanna suck me up
that boy talking on the gang you a bum get hit with drums

yeah you get hit with that stick lil bro
that bitch blowing on my dick look like she is playing piccolo
and im stacking up that green yeah that shit it look like piccolo
if they tryna sign for under like 10 mil i aint signing hoe

pockets so damn fat man
bitch im fly just like a mf bat man
all black what im rocking just like batman
all that shit you say you wanna take it back yeah
choppa leave him in the past yeah

these bitches say they love you then they stab you in the back yeah
yeah these bitches keep on talking but i will not make a track yeah
bitch im swerving off the lot yeah im that fucking track yeah
yeah they keep on talking ion respond look so sad yeah

sacreds:
bitch i feel like batman
bitch i feel dat perc inside my stomach ima bad man
dont fw yo gang u be so pussy
i pull out the arp i let it rain on all u pussys
dis lil draco knock yo head off dont give fucks abt u pussys
this a coupe yo main hoe in
i rock fashion all black yea
care too much abt my spendin i told lil bro we gon win
only care abt my guala and i care abt my bitch
dat boy staring idc cuz that lil bitch is gross as shit
margiela im walkin do not step up on these bitches
slap dat bitch if she tryna talk im rly done im finna blizzem
smokin runts i light it up im getting higher than a pigeon
bro wanna talk yea he gon die yea he gon die or we gon diss em

geno:
pockets so damn fat man
bitch im fly just like a mf bat man
all black what im rocking just like batman
all that shit you say you wanna take it back yeah
choppa leave him in the past yeah

batman ft. sacreds (prod. yan)

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

ft @novastein
prod @bekkep @mental

stabbed in the back and it hurts
you gotta go wait your turn
you're really making it worse
i'm on block rolling earth
you niggas smoking on boof
that shit sherm
i'm concerned
how this shit work?
lane switching swerve
you a lame nigga nerd
if i call up my gang
let the bank teller learn
if i call up my gang
then your hoe getting slayed
let her go
different page
different bitch, same old ways

these fuck niggas lame
bleeding that's the gang
talk down you get hurt
she said that she like me
but i am a flirt
i know i'm unlucky
i told her i'm cursed
im likе yeah bitch wassup
i can show you love
i can give you lovе
but that's not enough
why are we so toxic
cuz you show me none
let you hold my gun
play with that for fun
no need to call me back
xd make em laugh
ran through like its track
shoot a nigga in his back
ran down with the gang
we gone pull up on his flat

heard your new shit it was wack
i'm with stein nigga and we back
on a killstreak fast mags
you niggas lame you come last
you niggas lame you bite swag
guard the paint you can't pass
bitch hit my bank you want labs
ride with a k in my lap

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novastein & caponeti - wait ur turn (prod. becker & mental)

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

blocked prod say2cups

@violetxx9
#VLM

my love, you got, my heart
we broke up in the start 😿
we kissed right in the park...
i wanna talk 2u, baby again
is there a way that we can be friends?
you got it baby, keep driving me crazy
cause you, know, how, it, hurts me
i know that you like him more, he treated you better, fasho
like how does it feel? how does it feel?
to have somebody that love you, fr
it must be nice, ain't no tears baby left to cry 😿

baby like where you going, in the moment so golden but i
can't let go, oh, you got me, controlled
the secrets, we told, don't love me, gotta go
you do watever you doing, 
you tell me you <3 me, baby gotta prove it
cause i heard that shit before :/
i'm getting that money, that green
issey miyake, i put on my je-e-e-eans
keep acting like this shit is my fault
cause you know we've been thru it all
oxycodone, give me withdrawls
you gave me your #, i should've deleted
when you left, baby that shit felt like treason 
why you so fine, but you so conceited? 
we can kick it whenever, we don't need a reason
and i'm missing the days, when we held hands in Neimans 🛍️👫
put my heart in a tank, and that shx got depleted
i can see through the lies, you know i can read it
bury me with your love, fly high like a dove 🕊️

[you gave me reasons to argue with you,
 so you know that the reason i'm crying now...
  you was my lady, no you was my baby, yk, gotta go cry it now
   i'd give it all up, just to see your smile :)
    and i hope it's worth it, i feel so worthless]

my love, you got, my heart
we broke up in the start 😿
we kissed right in the park...
i wanna talk 2u, baby again
is there a way that we can be friends?
you got it baby, keep driving me crazy
cause you, know, how, it, hurts me
i know that you like him more, he treated you better, fasho
like how does it feel? how does it feel?
to have somebody that love you, fr
it must be nice, ain't no tears baby left to cry 😿

baby like where you going, in the moment so golden but i
can't let go, oh, you got me, controlled

#Tears2Cry 🤕 (Violet)

i been feeling some type of way i cannot explain ya
i been doing everything to get u out my brain ya
asking why u doin this why we gotta part ways now
the high u gave me thats one thing i cant stop chasing
ur eyes the size of the moon
im glad that u feel it too
u make me feel brand new
when im with u i cant lose
i was lost than u found me
i like when u around me
these niggas so lame n they aint got no boundaries 
makin too much money i jus stopped counting
(counting)
i been feeling some type of way i cannot explain ya
i been doing everything to get u out my brain ya
asking why u doin this why we gotta part ways now
the high u gave me thats one thing i cant stop chasing

lookback prod glossalia

prod @violetnight @sorrovw
mastered by @prodjerry

[lyrics]
i stay w my bitch n know we take ya head off
noddin off of these drugs like a fkn failure
spin around on on that dick ballerina ariel
lil bro talkin now his motha fuckin cryin at his burial 
my bitch rock hysteric glamour its hysterical
this chop fuck up family history this chop historical
send that shot u fkn missed me tho might take like 4 of ya
watch my brudda take these drugs feel like im watching euphoria
w my brudda making hits

before my brudda sent that shot yea i alr knew that bitch gon hit
bitch a dub
she think that i fw dubs stupid bitch
n my motha think im dumb 4 taking these drugs until im sick
he think he safe
lil bro he dumb
outside thuggin w my clips

opps they duckin it look like a fkn racetrack in this bitch
ima fuck right on ya hoe
i want dough im outta here
moncler coat but it aint snowin
i roll up that dope n think
cause my fashion hoes on me
show my bitch like omg

hysterical (prod. violetnight x sorrovw)

fendi bag what else?
im tryna fuck hoe u bad asl
u could get rolled in the fattest L
dumbass
yall need to pull it together
come on
niggas tryna knock my shine
niggas tryna knock my grind
niggas tryna hold me back
tell a fuck nigga get back
for a fuck nigga get slapped
im in this bitch with my twin j. gat
tell that hoe she could splurge up in saks
bruce lee how i kick dat pack
rock lee how i kick his ass
bitch please i feel like batman
some niggas tryna x me out
bad hoe she wanna sex me out
sad hoe she tryna just get clout
my bitch just tryna blow my funds
stupid ass hoe really think im dumb
beat up her box like i beat up the drum
this glock not finicky you could get one
yo hoe wanna talk i got his and hers
you and yo bitch could get put on a shirt
hollows gone beat up yo guts go berserk
why the fuck you tryna talk you a nerd
steal a pint out the cvs walk past the clerk
if yo hoe wanna fuck then i beat up her cervix
oops my bad aint do it on purpose
dude you really making nervous
i aint wanna have to blow dat bitch
i could make a fucking ak spit
tell a stupid hoe taste my

what else? (prod. clockwork & mint)

prod @ameiswut and me
@xayna16

Lyrics: 
all these hoes they stuck on me
got these bags a couple on me
i walk in got stuff on me
brand new fashion undercover on me
they wanna see wsp w me
double c there aint no true on these jeans
walk in this bitch and say fuck it and leave 
bro got a k he gon blow up the street

japaneese my clothes japaneese my bitch
shit getting hot like a stove they tryna flex like dis
sometimes i get cold when i sip
yo ass getting folded in this zip

yo ass getting choke holded yuh
im not gon hold you
nagato my denims bitch i fkn own it yuh
u better watch where u steppin u get fkn thrown around
like bro what is u reppin u aint reppin shit not down
thats fkn astounding 
this beat sound like fkn touch down
blow like soma aint osama bitch im thuggin w my rounds
know they watchin me i know they fkn prayin on my down
bitch im gone
u aint never see me posted w out my hounds

its been us p closedfeelings

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