Lyfë

Systëm

BASS BLEEDR

YOU'RE INSANE I LOVE YOU (feat. Bandanna$aint)

Produced by waera, & nxah, mvg

outro by me

What he say?, uh
Hot like Bobby Shmurda
Someone died in here
I committed a murder
And I got it bad
For this one hoe
Said she moving on from me I act like I ain't heard her

What he say?, uh
Hot like Bobby Shmurda
Someone died in here
I committed a murder
And I got it bad
For this one hoe
Said she moving on from me I act like I ain't heard her

Huh, I know I'm too attached
Huh, You know I got it bad
Said you looking for just a friend
Slatt, What'd ya find?
Me instead

Need you to come home, whether it be later or now
I wanna give my heart and soul to ya
But you gotta, make it so hard do ya?

Bae, I'm just ya tall little beverage
Fuck all these others niggas, they be whack and you know damn well that I ain't average
I heard these niggas tryna come for my wife, but you know that I will not have it
Said I'm tall glass of lemonade, baby you know you a bad bitch

My brother know I cannot fuck with a whore
These hoes be washed up they something like shore
I got the aim on my choppa like SoaR
Shit, I might walk on the beat 'cuz I'm bored

Said I'm like ian, "keep at it buddy"
Said fuck niggas, I'm like Lil Huddy
Even when im old, she gon' suck it, gummy
Bounce on the-Bounce on the beat like bunny

What he say?, uh
Hot like Bobby Shmurda
Someone died in here
I committed a murder
And I got it bad
For this one hoe
Said she moving on from me I act like I ain't heard her

Huh, I know I'm too attached
Huh, You know I got it bad
Said you looking for just a friend
Slatt, What'd ya find?
Me instead

Me instead
Me instead
Me instead

Me instead

Bobby Shmurda

Party Rock 2

[Chorus: VLXDNEM]
It’s so funny to me, how these niggas be weird — they losin’ the plot
I put a bag on my bitch, ain’t nun new, we dress up outta da box
I’m mista top 3, not 2 — they prayin’ I fall, I call it demise

Bitch, I been fightin’ my demons, they schemin’ — they want a young nigga to go head n’ rot
Yes, it’s a big body Porsche — I’m whippin’ that bitch, goddamn, I slide off the lot
If we got a problem, I solve ’em, I line ’em and chalk ’em — lil’ bitch, I’m sendin’ them shots

666, 666 — hell yeah, you goin’ to hell

[Verse 1: VLXDNEM]
We know he ready to sing, he ready to tell
Free all my niggas who up, who stuck in a jam, who be in that cell
Bitch, I’ma aim at his cap, I’m puttin’ a dent right up in his shell
I got that Glock in my right hand — b-bitch, I feel like Odell

[Verse 2: Swisha]
Catchin’ the racks — I feel like Odell
We laugh to the bank, we breakin’ the scale
We creep through the night, feelin’ like a vamp
And we been gettin’ these racks, nigga, can’t you tell?

Up till the morning, ’cause I want to — yeah
And she askin’ for money, gotta tell her no
Do this shit for the gang, do it for the folks
I been gettin’ too high, pour another four

Ima back out the Glock, make him do the woah — do the woah
I been money-makin’ in my zone
When she saw the money, said “Hello”
And you know it’s nun to get ’em gone

And his bitch on my dick, callin’ up my phone
Stay with the guys — never do you wrong
We gon’ send him to hell, hit him in his dome — send him to hell!
We finna send that boy under

And I been the shit, nigga, like a plumber
He said that he broke — nigga, that’s a bummer
Hit his bitch from the back, beat her like a drummer
He catchin’ the fye, call him Travis Hunter

And I’m catchin’ the vibe, glidin’ on this bih
And that nigga so broke — that shit make me sick
And I stick to the code — fye up on my hip

[Chorus: VLXDNEM]
It’s so funny to me, how these niggas be weird — they losin’ the plot
I put a bag on my bitch, ain’t nun new, we dress up outta da box
I’m mista top 3, not 2 — they prayin’ I fall, I call it demise

Bitch, I been fightin’ my demons, they schemin’ — they want a young nigga to go head n’ rot
Yes, it’s a big body Porsche — I’m whippin’ that bitch, goddamn, I slide off the lot
If we got a problem, I solve ’em, I line ’em and chalk ’em — lil’ bitch, I’m sendin’ them shots

666, 666 — hell yeah, you goin’ to hell

Hell Ft Swisha Prod Fendi

QUIJA BOARD

Left 4 Dead

#T.M.I  [ boolymon x twovrt ]

CURRY SLIDE

benjicold - cold prod. renzy

get da green. prod. solsol

lyrics:

up the chop, make em do a backflip
up the knock, hit him for the capping
outside, niggas they aint active
we gonn slide leave him in the past tense
ima slide put him in that trunk
nd I got ya bitch really pulling up
you know we gonn slime him out for the dub
I been geeking from midnight to the sun
get the green nigga like I'm Ben 10
I been skrtin off in that fucking benz
she give good brain really heaven sent
you been turning me into a better man
I been rocking chrome with the vetements
Ima get that bread off the back end
he talk on the net nigga stop the cappin
he talk on the set niggas get to clappin

she some fine shit with an accent
all these bitches come in different colors
he switch on the gang no he not my brother
I be swerving through lanes never out of trouble
this good gas got me seeing double
I just beat his ass leave him in a puddle
thought you had my back thought we had eachother
if he spin back burst em like a bubble
flee the scene on em
got a new glock with a beam on it
lemme test it
she look good but I want her bestfriend
got these 2 hoes in my guest bed
get the money before' I touch my death bed
titties on the drac' get that nigga breast fed
good za, moving like the walking dead
no lie, draco get him well fed

up the chop, make em do a backflip
up the knock, hit him for the capping
outside, niggas they aint active
we gonn slide leave him in the past tense
ima slide put him in that trunk
nd I got ya bitch really pulling up
you know we gonn slime him out for the dub
I been geeking from midnight to the sun
get the green nigga like I'm Ben 10
I been skrtin off in that fucking benz
she give good brain really heaven sent
you been turning me into a better man
I been rocking chrome with the vetements
Ima get that bread off the back end
he talk on the net nigga stop the cappin
he talk on the set niggas get to clappin
get the green nigga like Ben Tennyson
I been skrtin off in that fucking benz
she give good brain really heaven sent
you been turning me into a better man
I been rocking chrome with the vetements
Ima get that bread off the back end
he talk on the net nigga stop the cappin
he talk on the set niggas get to clappin

ben10 prod. solsol

glokk. prod. kvma bkaaay.xo jotavaulted

lyrics:

Glock40 spaz hit his face
I just wanna laugh to the bank
Run up he gonn' die meet his fate
Geekin' on this za outer space
Playing with the stick, get that boy erased
Who he talking to? Run up in his base
Ima flee the scene, never leave the trace
Fuck it pop a bean, ima do the race
Glock40 spaz in this bitch
Fuck it I'm gonn' die for this shit
Bag up on his head get him hit
If you get the bread she submit
Choppa make him do the tango
Hit him in his legs hit the folks
Paint her face ain't talking Van Gogh
She gonn' eat me up like mango

This stick on my hip Ima go commando
Get to chopping shit up like I'm Rambo
Ima keep on dumping never out of ammo
Hopping out with all black of the phantom
My pockets fat as hell call it Fanum
I been breaking heart took that shit for ransom
If it's not bout the money nigga I won't answer
Hopping out the cut turn him to a dancer
AP Skeleton
You got your bitch in Shein, I got that lil bitch in vetements
Fuck it Ima pop a bean, the drugs I take it like medicine
Ima geek up high like a pelican
Ima pop these percs for adrenaline
Keep a drac' on me like a veteran
Mixing lean with the za, cook me up a specimen
I been geeking
I been seeking
For these opp niggas get to tweaking
Them 762's hit his body get to leaking
The stick got the aimbot I been cheating
I don't want the pussy keep on eating
I just want the money stack it to the ceiling
But she got that good brain give me healing
And my shooter got perfect aim get to bleeding

Glock40 spaz hit his face
I just wanna laugh to the bank
Run up he gonn' die meet his fate
Geekin' on this za outer space
Playing with the stick, get that boy erased
Who he talking to? Run up in his base
Ima flee the scene, never leave the trace
Fuck it pop a bean, ima do the race
Glock40 spaz in this bitch
Fuck it I'm gonn' die for this shit
Bag up on his head get him hit
If you get the bread she submit
Choppa make him do the tango
Hit him in his legs hit the folks
Paint her face ain't talking Van Gogh
She gonn' eat me up like mango
Glock40 spaz in this bitch
Fuck it I'm gonn' die for this shit
Bag up on his head get him hit
If you get the bread she submit
Choppa make him do the tango
Hit him in his legs hit the folks
Paint her face ain't talking Van Gogh
She gonn' eat me up like mango

Hell Ft Swisha Prod Fendi

vladdy (@vlxdnem)