When I pull up on my niggas all them niggas got black straps

She too good for the city Tell them niggas bah back

I might die if I can’t find out where the gas at

I got memories and trauma I can’t ever have back



When we pull up to the function all them niggas bah back

We too good for the city Tell them niggas bah back

I might die if one more fucking person tell me pass that

Fuck the love I’m a thug baby, Where the cash at?




I know you love your love my Alcohol

Your skin like E&J

Your hair like Garnier

Your bite like lemonade



She bite down on my ear 

And tell me hold her waist 

She rode it like a soldier

I told her I need space 





You could’ve been anything 

You just had to be my heart

I put roses on these sheets 

So you’d look prettier in park



I put candles by the bed

So you’d look pretty in the dark

I love how you don’t play for keeps

But couldn’t fuck me from the start



I don’t need nobody All my niggas reflections 

I don’t need yo body All my bitches sexy

& I don’t need no molly I'm vibing in the section

And my homegirl got us bottles At this hotel ain’t no stressing 



I don’t need nobody But u gone keep me company

Should’ve showed a sign if you wanted me

You took my peace of mind I ain’t fuck for free

Got me in here whining feel like jodeci

#siasc [shit i aint see coming]

SO C'MON! (cnt 4get bout us!) [@prodbyrafiki & @ayowitty]

LAUGHIN TO THE BANK [PRODBYRAFIKI x 16TEEN x MATTHEWGOMEZ]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NcoCk5PJZOY&t=4s

PUDDLE OF CODEINE [prod. vrando] VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION

And if you go
Ima rap about it on the microphone 
You don’t like shit but you gone sing this song

And if you go
Ima be here all by my lone
Know you feel a way but girl come home, oh

And if you go
Somebody might call my phone 
But I won’t answer, It’s you I’m on 

And if you go
These streets can be so cold
So my 9 sing Nina Simone


I be gripping the handle bars while she ride it 
She could be a pornstar, Wouldn’t mind it
I get the bag in then she grinding 
So you know I got say so in the Simons 

Hop in the truck then I scrape the scene 
Latoya Luckett, them shells make a melody 
Drip from Florence, I stay with machines 
Walk in the door, I’m sipping on jealousy 

Vanguard drum in the trunk
I can’t go because I owe the squad so much 
Lil shordy won’t trip because we up
Remember had hoes in the crib and my mama would fuss 

I knew what it was when we was fucking 
You had me at yeah I like it a lil muddy 
I had you at it ain’t all about the money 
What I gotta have, it's all about the money, yeah

if u go :( [rafiki x ayowitty]

Y LIE? [prodrafiki]

adjudication [prod. ssdante]

p. @1mattmarvin @sebbyhutch @prod.mason & @vrandosde

Feel like FreeBandz, Came in with a Eagle 
And that strap black as shit, Call that bitch Don Cheedle
I got real mob ties, No bitch it’s not the Beetles
I’m in New York fried, This shit hitting like Derrick Jeter

Shordy wanna fuck my guys, Already told her I don’t need her
She wanna go on a ride, Already told her I can’t keep her
Big ass frog eyes, No lil bitch this ain’t no KIA
Big ass frog eyes, No lil bitch this ain’t no KIA


I was just rolling my blunt but I had fucked that up
Goddamn its fucking me up
I just made that bag and then I fucked it up 
Goddamn its fucking me up

I like 
Bad hoes and good drugs
I like 
Bad hoes and hood drugs

You, and me, and ecstasy 
Babygirl that’s all I see
Blue hundreds, They facing me
Benjamin Franklin talking to me like therapy

I just started going up
Bad hoes and good drugs

Bad hoes and good drugs
Bad hoes and good drugs
This shit fucking me up
Bad hoes and good drugs

last nite, in soho

trust nobody. 
visualizer - https://youtu.be/5WttrPRMkyI



You can trust me girl it ain’t you
I been round the block, I can’t trust a lock because niggas just break thru
Got 13 reasons why, No suicide because shordy ima take you
Down, with me, I ain’t never seen you down for you

I guess heaven lost another angel
Percocet and that wok, She let me bust it open like she single
Red dot make him hopscotch, Pouring shots up all types of angles
I only make time for a knot, Treat u like a problem, That’s how they paint you

When you don’t need nobody

& I can’t trust nobody
Everybody grimy
My demon right beside me baby

I can’t trust nobody
Hoping that you try me
Bro hit him right behind me baby

I can’t trust nobody
Claiming that you love me
Whole time you was slimy me baby

I can't trust nobody
But if I call you my heart
Just keep it 10 more than the 90

trust nobody p. ayokay

PRAY4THEARTIST (p. dumb)

IDRK BOUT US FREESTYLE (p. yorokobi)

p. birdbidness.kj + 30nickk

visualizer by notbrandon: https://youtu.be/Yla7y7IAFE4

Ever seen a nigga get his head blown off with a rifle?


Ever seen a nigga get his head blown off with a rifle
I done seen a blitz go wrong, Make a nigga grab a Bible 
Gotta treat a pussy ass boy like a baby and wipe them
Lil bro keep showing me birds Got me thinking he Skyped them 

Why would I geek about beef when my money multiplying 
Babygirl you think it’s sweet but half the time I leave you crying 
Smoking on moonrocks I like being high like a pilot 
She said she wanna try, Don’t put no pressure on her because she like it, Yeah

Aye
And I can’t put my cup down
I don’t really care how you feel about it
You told me that you was cool about it 
But now I know how you feel about it

Yeah
Everything I moved for 
All that shit came down to just me and you baby
Now I need some company 
I loved on you and you fronted me 
What the fuck happened to honesty 

When I can’t put my cup down 
I don’t care how you feel about me
You know how I feel about this
And everything I do

Everything I do it for
You was who I did it for 
You was who I did it for 
But I can’t put my cup down

lost, in addiction! (p. birdbidness.kj + 30nickk) #sdehochi

visualizer by notbrandon - https://youtu.be/rnN8BMu1p64


Stop taking shit so far
Stop taking shit so far
Just pull up & park like a car
She wanna cuddle on Mars 


They heard we was counting that money 
Racks came on Monday
I fucked that bitch even though she wasn’t for me 

Slimed that nigga it was disgusting 
Ops got turned into tussin
She know I’m real, So she gone bust it
Won’t let a broke nigga touch it

Baby come count this money
Niggas ain’t real So it’s fuck em
The push up rare So she fucking

I’m on the road to the millions, You ain’t on nun
Had to get married to the game, Shoutout my cousin

Play with them racks
Lay that shit out on her bed

I ain’t never leaving my bitch, She use her head
Niggas keep tryna kick, Take off the legs
Wanted to be a doctor when I was a kid but now I got meds

I been moving dirty but I ain’t never going fed 
You gotta watch, You gotta watch how you tread
I Swear these niggas don’t love that cash, I really love cash 
These niggas just love that lead

So I pray God protect my soul
And I pray God protect my four

Because I can’t stop my self from taking that shit to the head
I be on X, I don’t feel these hoes
Move with no heart, Yeah it get cold

He mad at me he ain’t get chose
Why niggas act like hoes

Smoking biscotti and my bitch look like Latto
More racks come in tomorrow
Never give back what we barrow 

We spinning the bin, You sliding get in
Bitch I got the code, Like a pin
Sipping on raw, No gin

On the road to the millions, You ain’t on nothing

avarice (p. mason)

visualizer by notbrandon - https://youtu.be/gzdhk6BUyTI


I don’t know what the fucks going on 
Something’s wrong, won’t let me play favorite song 
Tell me baby, I can’t read what’s on your mind
And I’ll give you space because you need it every time


You tell me lies, when I ask you where you’ve been
I miss Xanax, remember we used to be twins 
This like Perfect Blue, what reality is this
Don’t wanna be ur boo, drop it low and get me lit


I been sober, I been sober for to long
I watch u turn up, turn up on me to this song 
Pre Madonna, but she got it on her own
Don’t need nobody, but I hold her body when she want 


When it’s late at night and your alone, you think of me 
I know you do, it makes perfect sense to me 
Cuz when u call me over, I come fuck u good to Jodeci 
Playing in the background, love when you’re all over me


When it’s dark out, can I be there to light you up?
And when yo nigga tripping can I slide and pipe you up? 
All this 1800, she been tryna leave the club 
If you want me baby, fuck me in this club

blacker than black (p. amal)

I'm on a S903
Keep hitting my cup and now it’s a 3
I got three hoes in the V
I see angel numbers whenever I sleep

I keep on counting that breesh
I'm all outta love, I stay outta reach
She made it rain on my seat
Said I make her weak — SWV


All them blue bills going to the bank
Trust a green hoe, lose rank
Pop a pink pill, might faint

I got stripes in the field like a Bengal
Yo hoe singing my single
You know my diva a angel
I hope that money don’t change you

I hope that love for free
I hope you not judging me
We was in Southerly
Committing robbery

You fire like arsonists
Your love is all I need
Make it a part of me
Why you hate honesty?


And why you can’t stop running?
Heartbreak like a pill on my stomach
On a day when I ain’t really eat nothing

Woke up in the gym, getting money
Serving white boy Ted Bundy
Sell a bag for the low ‘cause I wanna
Want smoke? We got free marijuana

S.W.V. [t$hxmo x pray4solo]

I ain't been outside all day, been locked in the booth
I ain't hit your phone all day, been stuck on that juice, baby
I don't really trust nobody, so I ride in a coupe, baby
Windows up with the air on, smoking that boof, baby


3-band jugg on a light day, what about you, baby?
I been running plays on plays — I need a new state
I'm tryna load an account, I need a new bank
Let me send this to your house, I can get you paid

I fucked up the Firework Faygo with the Stilpane
Purple jeans all on my ass, and it's still raining
I hope the plug on the way — I don't even feel faded
I ain't passing my Glock, I don't know who hesitating

Read between the lines
I dropped my feelings off
Lately I been flying

Riding round town with a darkskin ho
And you know she a dime
But I gotta stop tryna make all these pretty girls mine

I'm sorry I lied to you, girl — no, I don't hate you
Sorry I lied to you, dawg — I had to save you
I remember crying over my daughter asleep in the cradle
I remember we ain't have no money for the cable

Show For It [kyum X ayooog]

One thing for certain, two things fasho
Can't name a nigga I owe
Can't blame no nigga ya know
Bullets hot, nigga get low
Spillin' purple on my clothes
Got me thinkin’ I’m Saints Row
And I ain’t the one you knew
They split down the middle like canoes

One thing for certain, two things fasho
Can't name a nigga I owe
Can't blame no nigga ya know
Bullets hot, nigga get low
Spillin' purple on my clothes
Got me thinkin’ I’m Saints Row
And I ain’t the one you knew
They split down the middle like canoes


Put the juice in my cup, then I matte it up
Baddie on me ‘cause I'm man enough
Racks in my jeans, 'cause that’s what matters to her
She lit and she can't have enough

Alive in the night, you might think it’s a bat or something
Sippin’ on red — guess I’m half of one
I do what they won’t and that’s why they not havin’ none
But I’m on this OXY, it’s my last one

My niggas get higher than NASA
And these niggas forever lie in they raps
But whatever to get 'em off
These racks the only thing that’s worth the cost

When I lay back and the lights go off
I can hear the ice when I pour slow
Never let go of my soda
Cup cost more than a bond for your bro

One thing for certain, two things fasho
Can't name a nigga I owe
Can't blame no nigga ya know
Bullets hot, nigga get low
Spillin' purple on my clothes
Got me thinkin’ I’m Saints Row
And I ain’t the one you knew
They split down the middle like canoes

One thing for certain, two things fasho
Can't name a nigga I owe
Can't blame no nigga ya know
Bullets hot, nigga get low
Spillin' purple on my clothes
Got me thinkin’ I’m Saints Row
And I ain’t the one you knew
They split down the middle like canoess

Thinkin’ that if you give it up
I might give it up
Give you all I own
But I know I’m better alone

Paranoia on my dome
My therapy — if it’s yours, then cool
It’s illness in my room
Split down the middle like canoes

Saints Row w/ Shawn Sinatra [30nickk]

You wanna learn it the hard way
Never took none of that shit personal, thought we was parlaying
But you gotta learn how to say sorry
‘Cause one day you gon’ hurt somebody who not staying

I gotta learn to go all the way
I don’t got problems committing, just don’t want my time wasted
I know I gotta go all the way
I know you want me to go all the way



You already know
‘Bout the bags, ‘bout the motion
If you don’t, then you need to stop sniffing that coke
Spin that rip, he ain’t have nothin' to load
Flip a switch, I get in that mode

Turn his b*tch to a 4
And the fit — threw a four (thousand)
You know when I’m lit, I just want some more
My bro wanna kick, we spending these notes

She f*** with my voice, I’m hittin' these notes
Down bad? Go get you some dope
Ride with that stick like Atari
I told the Lord sorry if I gotta smoke 'em

She told me she wanna party
I told the girl sorry — these drugs for the motion



You wanna learn it the hard way
Never took none of that shit personal, thought we was parlaying
But you gotta learn how to say sorry
‘Cause one day you gon’ hurt somebody who not staying

I gotta learn to go all the way
I don’t got problems committing, just don’t want my time wasted
I know I gotta go all the way
I know you want me to go all the way



That’s yo hoe, she a star
Money on the floor
I said dime, take these racks
I just want that Tris

That’s yo hoe, she a star
She know how I fit
I just copped some new jeans
Money on the floor

That’s yo hoe, she a star
Money on the floor
I said dime, take these racks
I just want that Tris

That’s yo hoe, she a star
She know how I fit
I just copped some new jeans
Money on the floor

Money Bags Under My Eyes [bbkj]

If it was up to me, it’d be 'bout money
It was up to you, you got emotional
You made me show you my hand
I ain't know you had a motive though

Yeah, you know I'm a finesser
But I'd never put you on that rollercoaster
Yeah, you know I could test you
But I don't really wanna see your colors show

I ain't the only one to bless her
But she hold me like I hold my blunt
And I ain't the only one to stretch (stress) you
When I do, I get you Saint Laurent

Like that lean, you fucking up my schedule
Thinking 'bout giving your lil' ass a break
I hop in the studio and I bake
Because I love these fucking 808s


I'm like, "Hey, where you going?
What's your name? I wanna come with you"
You like money? Got something to show you
We can have fun, bae, we can be friends too

Whatever you want, bae
We can go to the sun, bae
Open the sunroof
Do what you want, bae

I been doing the same thing
Ain't that why you want me?
She bad like Kehlani
She know she can't get nothing from me

ILUVTHESEFUCKING808S [yvngsensei x sillyaris]

Man, I lost a band today
I lost some friends too

I’m 'bouta bleed something
My dog asked me how I’m feeling — I can’t call it
Shawty wanna f***, she illin’
I told her I’m off it
These addys gon' take me to millions
No exhaustion, no oxy

I’m 'bouta bleed something
My dog asked me how I’m feeling — I can’t call it
Shawty wanna f***, she illin’
I told her I’ll dog it
These addys gon' take me to millions
No exhaustion, no oxy


More molly
I just been tryna go up — like my pockets
No, you cannot hit my blunt, stop it
And my jeans matchin’ my cup — straight fly s***

I’ll rob a n**** for nothin’, straight profit
I’m 'bouta go on a jugg with a document
ARP open his chest like a locksmith
I know you f***in’ your ex — you so toxic

I done spent the racks, what’s next? We gon’ lock in
I got trap money
I got jwett money
I got options

Please don’t flex money — I will bet money bro will rob him
I made angel wings with these dead hunnids like some Robins

F.S.O. [t$hxmo]

Its a lil colder in here now

How ‘bout this?
How ‘bout we escape from all this?
How do you escape from falling?
Problem child, where my revolver?

My son will be here in August
So I gotta see these racks often
I just want you in my call log
But I guess I’m green like Boston

I just want some Tris
I been on my Grinch
Only hear the money talking
Only want the diamonds that be walking

Babygirl, I get it
Can’t go out like them
You know real love really cost so
You gotta ball like Lonzo

Change the game if you committed
Prada frames like Riddick
My dog will come and get you
Dollar signs in my call log
Got his girl thinking I’m a ball hog

All my brothers on the same thing
You ain’t with us? Go get with a sawed-off
Wake up in the morning
I’m tryna get a belll off

Drippin’ in ice cream
But it won’t melt off
I keep smoking exotics
I can’t get the smell off

I need a new plug
And he need a bail bond
And the opps need a new block to sell on
But that shit ain't none of my business

I gotta protect the business
.380 stuffed in some Christian
I want a brand new religion

While You Were Sleeping [t$hxmo x kyum]

I told the shooter, "We appreciate it, but don't worry — we gon' get him"
Told my dog, "This shit personal, like a judge and a sentence"
These n****s fraud, but the wrong one — they impersonatin’, we gon’ spin 'em
In that Benz, where the licks at? Catch the right one, contract killers


Kickdoe, yeah, I need all that
Sticks up, baby, that’s combat
Eyes so pink off of contact
I put the money on contract

You gotta keep this shit all fax
Can't fall off, just fall back
In the booth like, “Where Shawn at?”
We was poppin’ that syrup, no cognac

You wanna come to my city
You wanna end up exhausted
I come around every weekend
Said I don't see her too often

Call the b*tch Radiohead
She creepin’ on me like October
Money fall right in my hand
So I'm in this shit ‘til it’s over

Money falls right in my hand
Some n****s don’t wanna grow up
Me and the bros made a grow op
All these racks came co-op

I’m not a regular smoker
Bottle my feelings in soda
Yeah, I still think about Isis
I pray to God that you know love

Contract Killers [bbkj]

Who really know what love is?
I don’t know, it’s just a feeling
Like the same way I want these hundreds
Like the same way I want these millions
I relate to the money
Who relate to my feelings?
Me and my gang locked in
You ain’t with us? Better claim civilian

More money, more options
And your main bitch getting reeled in
I don’t really have no opps
I pray niggas get they mil tickets
But I ain’t rob a nigga for his pole not to drill with it


[Vlorich]
Pull a fuck nigga card
I’ma tell the hoe ass nigga deal with it
Young nigga hoppin out, spinning
All black Suburban and the fucking windows tinted
You can’t get up in it

They say slime so shiesty
Why these fuck niggas don’t wanna like me?
By myself, kicking shit
Bitch, I feel like Spike Lee
If they try to pull me over
We do high speeds

I put that hoe on ecstasy
She said that shit exciting
Come through trim
I put that fucking shit on like a hypebeast

Switching on that G-lock 19
Put that dick on that hoe
She said it ain’t nothing like me

Bags in the coupe
Bitch smell like the zoo
I pop perc by 2
I fuck hoes by 2, hell yeah

Give my J some food
Bitch, I need them blues
YG tryna spin
We call that young nigga Crash Bandicoot

Spin the fucking block
Then spin again like a damn hoola-hoop
All that shit you wanna be ‘bout
I really do it, dude

Hit them niggas with a triple cross
I don’t know who to choose
This button clear my mag out super fast
So please just play it cool


[Vrando]
All these .762s in a 50 round
Please don’t play my Ru
I just paid for the drop
Had to snake him out — I don’t play by rules

Fuck 12, watch my 6
While I’m banging out
And I won’t play ‘bout you
I don’t really want your bitch
I just slut her out and she get déjà vu

These niggas ask for more money than a bitch
That’s why I save my blues
I ain’t really into love
End of the day, I don’t know who to choose

That 9 milli like a dog bark
Gotta show ‘em we got K9s too
My doggy ain’t got no cut cards
No telling that nigga who not food


That trap shit get so dark
But I still gotta make my blues
How you fucking up the money
When I told everyone “have faith in you”?

These niggas ain’t on nothing
I can’t go broke, that’s motivation
I just jugged 5 bands
I ain’t taking no vacations

And my perc play keep calling me
But he just want the fake ones
Put a nigga in the air
Like some sprayed runtz

Just A Feeling w/ Vlorich [airbourne]

#STILL #STEPPIN

[v.]

Vrando - Grimace (prod. Antonio West)

GRIMACE PROD ANTONIO WEST

Vrando - Donnie Darko (prod. HML)

DONNIE DARKO PROD HML

Vrando - 4eva prod. Vrando

4EVA [tweakin' together remix/ily bk <3] [self prod.]

no xanax

shot by @notbrandon47 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=buUBiz53QW8

Vrando - Kamikaze (VRANDO FLOW)

KAMIKAZE [self prod] (video in description)

creature

我他妈的喜欢808s 

contact: vrandomgmt@gmail.com

WTFDYD? Official Video - https://youtu.be/y4Lkr1S10Qs?si=K0ixPa9yqk3dW_Vf

VRANDO | @vrandosde

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