<<Bag hit!>> {prod clvr}

<<kash!>> {prod. ash58) ft marlee, aberrations, qshyn

forever prod me

Behapoy In ur skin prod 3c876

dwugs got meh numb >_<

prod me

run dat bag up dont tell no that they couldn't chase it
he got money she got money but they still the lamest
she got buns i got bread man this shit is aimed in
i got facts in my head so this shit is dangerous
i got packs just 2 spread so this shit is aimless
n she talkin like she know me baby u just brainless
run dat bag up run dat bag up run dat bag up yah
i need dat money i need it fast
she tryna fuck me but im on dash.. mode
she actin funny, her ass, woah woaaaah
slat i just need my bread slat i just need sum head
yuh all my friends is dead slat i just rot in bed yuh
drugs done fucked my head up i gotta kick dat damn cup
i said fuck the feds yuh i just passed the test yah
its more 2 me that yall will never see
im smokin on the green bitch i love my celery 
i dont fuck wit nobody cause they all b testing me
i got junior 4 the pants i got supreme for the tee
yo bitch sayin "no i cant go up to him he wont notice me"
pull up wit the xans im the man these bitches phonin me

they still the 💔 lamest 🤢

whatchu know about it (prod.lmp45)

Prod @sngomi #Hope #SS2017
Loveletter aka Yanchan Get money to dis obsess to it do it all

Obsessive mess
Hit the play, get the bag, I feel fuckin blessed
Viv stones in both her ears, tryna punch a set
Told her Look @ me, cause I'm the best you'll ever get
Send the pack to a dump address, we not tryna get caught
And we gon run around town with all the shit that I bought
And she refer to me formal, cause I'm the mf boss
My bitch she bad n she fertile, need her drainin' my balls,,,
Get the bag, Up tha check
These days've made my wrist a mess
Give him cardiac arrest n cut his heart up out his chest <#3
I know that it's just the past, but he gon get what he gon get
Swear my mind's obsessed with death
Mantra methods under my bed

Yan Chan ^_^ - Wrist Work Freestyle (@sngomi)

prod me

i had trust issues since i was a jit
i just fucked yo hoe i fucked yo bitch
gucci flip flops boi n they aint counterfeit 
damn if she loved me would she act like this?
do she want balenci or my dick?
glock all up on my hip
dont run, walk, boi i hit a dip
dont get the chop if u countin it
i just need my guap steady countin it
call me something that im not its okay, its okay
bitch i really do love me some guap bitch its dolay
baby shake yo butt n gimme top yah that way
she ask for my number i just nod i said ok
all my friends dead all my friends dead
all my friends dead all my friends dead
pull up 2 the end all up by myself
cause all my friends dead
all my friends dead dead dead dead dead 
send me to my death if all my friends is dead
seen in the edge when i tried 2 go
bitch i feel like a shell i feel like a ghost
walkin thru the towns but i do the most
bitch i pour drank up in the cup cause i need it
ahhh i cant go without it i just stop breathing
i was gettin money on me for a fuckin reason
i was gettin money on me cause i did the bleedin
hysteric & ysl lv fendi gucci prada
yah im just a clientele bomb em just like im obama

<<Bag hit!>> {prod clvr}

@vws fiji (stackrackzvws)

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