Prod xviroxas

Lyrics:
Vol2 Vol2
She telling me use a trojan
you can't even pick Bronny on 2k yet
I'm sliding with some vultures
my cup spill nigga then imma be upset
think bro do agriculture
all these bowls sealed there ain't no tax on em
I turn into a toaster if you talking bread
nigga im upping it
Push the scatpack right off the lawn
congrats nigga you striked some shit
Ok my bitch bad she want i buy it
im ignoring the price n shit
uh yea
she fuck in a telly i aint buying chanelly
all she get is the dick
pouring the tris in a hotcar clutching my glick
i aint dumb i aint going for shit
I cant fuck Kim K 
but I'm rich and turnt so im buying these hoes skims
I'm not from the A but my bitch from the A
keep saying im trim
walk to the box tryna drop im fried ashit
my dumbass forgot the slip
skud keep tryna swap hots and get em a vic
but im tryna swap me a sim
uh yea
model bitch taking them flights
and she sight seeing dick
pipe down all that bullshit 
if you got a pipe and you aint using it
mac with a 50 came in a hot car
nigga but it got a cooling kit
uh yea
that nigga aint no boss
he only come trim after Christmas eve
fake id getting made
how we making make believe?
pledge allegiance to this fucking bag
you know it's gon stay with me
coupe doors lift up for my bitch
there ain't no chivalry

Bronny freestyle

[Lyrics]

he think he fucking with me
he must be off some percs and beers
ain't no need to cry about my problems
i got denim tears
undercover jeans
john cena my twin you ain't seeing me
i done fucked the ho way too good
and now she stalking me
doggin hoes and giving them givenchy
just to make up for it
you wanna go to war with me
i hope you got the paper for it
all these bowls up in the trap
there ain't bears or porridge nigga
glock 43 small
but get to clappin like glorilla
put a button on the back
congrats you a supervillain
all these hoes a fuck if you got racks
thats why i love gold diggers
uh yea
she want me to stay the night
but i ain't staying with her
oh you had a rainy day
get dog shit change the weather
its a switch onna glock
a nigga run up and he get dropped
yea i put my all in the pot
imma whip it till i rot
uh fuckin up the game
imma ball untill i drop
uh pouring up the pain
imma sip until i stop
these niggas cuffing hoes
these niggas scanji cops
yea yea nike tech 
i stuffed it with some knots
she wanna know my name
but i dont talk to thots
try to run up on the gang
we leave you flaming hot
hilal truck? 
no this a lamb chop
cracking jokes for a pint
im like wassup doc
when you become the goat
watch the sheep flock
wide body scat
i might name it shaniqua
hit the road start bussin them juggs 
in a chrome hearts beater
and her pussy way too wet
its aquafina
i put the hoe in denim tears
designer shower
2 bowls 1 scale
me and glizz did it in a hour
oh you got the bag aint fuck it up
i guess you learning
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i dont rly like this song my homies said post

Perc's & Beer's

Lyrics:
Vol 2 Vol 2

She think I'm paying for her flight
my receipt say stone island
bro young and he pull up
and shoot shit like bones hyland
throwing dirty money at a dirty dancer
and she got a bubble butt
and everything that glitter aint gold
im pouring that tuss in my styrofoam
uh yea
I live a fast life im tellin the hoe
we can fuck but I'm not ya speed lil bitch
you better watch your step
cant even match my cup with some
of these niggas they be sippin green
devil on my shoulder a perc 10
the angel a pint of lean
I'll push up to the scene
in shit you never seen
glock 17 stuffed in my Alyx 1017
she said I'm so flirty
look up in my cup it look so dirty
she want me to slow down
when i fuck i hit her off the perky
she like you gotta pace it baby
boy you drive me crazy
and I might dump right on her face
it look like she got rabies
all these traps keep hitting my phone
but I been getting lazy
I been busy juggin phones dont hit
me for a 8thy
I wipe the whole bag popped out trim
now she wanna have my baby
i fuck around bend her in a benz
switch my car and go mercedes
onna road getting it off
if i see the law imma uh ye if they chase me
stoned off the za getting my dick sucked
this hoe give medusa head
and i put Hermes on her sandals 
Hermes on her bag
and I want riches riches 
im tryna get away from them rags
bro went switchy switchy
yeah he quick to drop the tint
and he spin till he dizzy
finger itchy clappin shit
yeah the pack just landed
vaccum sealed and its compressed
and I just cashed out on cc for her
just to see her undress
and I don't wear no yeezy but my
bitch a devil in a dress
I make it look easy feel like veeze
I'm rookie and a vet




Rookie & Vet

Lyrics:
Still blowin racks from a run
that's from 2 years ago
dont post me on ya finsta
cant be seen boo'd up with boujee hoes
uhh yea
this bitch done held the whole crew down
she acting like a pirate
and she done gave the whole crew neck
she acting like a stylist
tryna bring a fully onna jet
so we fly semi private
I been on some new shit
cause I want new problems
green tip 556
bullets look like hornswoggle
oh you a bad bitch but baby
i like supermodels
dont know which hoe i wanna fuck
today i gotta spin the bottle
i hope you got your double cup
the truth is hard to swallow
im tryna support my habits
and vaccum seal that solar system
line after line
my cup what bart wrote in the simpsons intro
i send the blitz them youngbouls bend
you know they out get you
and im too high at barclays cant even read the menu
fucking up these streets red key roaring
and i cant cry over a hoe cause all these bitches going
Still blowin racks from a run
that's from 2 years ago
dont post me on ya finsta
cant be seen boo'd up with boujee hoes
uhh yea
this bitch done held the whole crew down
she acting like a pirate
and she done gave the whole crew neck
she acting like a stylist
tryna bring a fully onna jet
so we fly semi private
I been on some new shit
cause I want new problems

Hornswoggle

i just made some doggy
trappin out of houses vacant
me and twin-nem cutting up in traffic
we in strikers racing
real lords all aboard
we cant do no faking
sip the codeine straight with homemade lemonade
just to chase it
gas the str8 fast forward to the pape
and duplicate it
bad ass bitch
she got all this cake she walk around with enhancements
i get a lightbulb above my head
when i think about prescriptions
im at big buzin crib
he got frenchy's inna basement
i done fucked her off the rp's 
she said she couldnt take it
thought i moved too fast
i asked the hoe who she bank with
i been living fast
aint no days off no vacations
you think ya whip fast?
fuck it nigga line it up
i got a thing for mopars
yea they all fast as fuck
we done burnt some fossil fuels
bipping in the biptruck
i thought skud was deaf
he made a b-roll off signups
i just mix the drugs
she tell me stop im only warming up
codeine in my veins
thousand dollar cup
perc lady ms frizzle
she got magic drugss
yellow xan yellow xan
look like the schoolbus

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