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S3LFTITLED

False Promises (Bonus)

False Promises /prod me

Lyrics:

I don’t really care if you like me
Cause I’m gettin’ gwap like a hype beast
If you wanna try me, bitch, try me
Cause I don’t really care about no wifey

Why you talkin’ down on me like I’m on the floor
Why you tryna clown on me like you ain’t a whore
Maybe we can work it out like we did before
Maybe we can work it out like we did before

I don’t got no more love for these dumb ass ho’s
I don’t want no more drugs, not even one dose

Why you talkin’ down on me like I’m on the floor
Why you tryna clown on me like you ain’t a whore
Maybe we can work it out like we did before
Maybe we can work it out like we did before

Why you talkin’ down on me like I’m on the floor
Why you tryna clown on me like you ain’t a whore
Maybe we can work it out like we did before
Maybe we can work it out like we did before

No More Love /prod me

Another Friend /prod me

Lyrics:

Bad ho, what you want from me
Got dough, lot of cash on me
Nice clothes and a sack on me
They’ve been tryna backdoor, tryna plot on me

Swear they got blueprints like Jay-Z
I think everybody lookin’ real shady
But I can’t let it phase me
Smoke on this weed, get lazy

Yuh, keep your enemies closer
Lost a lot of friends who were posers
I know how it ends, I’m a loner
I don’t got no friends, I’m a loner

Got real brothers, but they far away
Not blood brothers, but we all the same
I’d do anything for them
I’d do anything, yuh

(Oh)

(Anything)

(Oh)

(Anything)

Bad ho, what you want from me
Got dough, lot of cash on me
Nice clothes and a sack on me
They’ve been tryna backdoor, tryna plot on me

Swear they got blueprints like Jay-Z
I think everybody lookin’ real shady
But I can’t let it phase me
Smoke on this weed, get lazy

Poseurs /prod me

Lyrics:

Gas pack roll it up
Bad bitch in the cut
That bitch off the drugs
She doin’ ad libs on my nuts

I am not takin’ no shit from nobody
Pop out, got it on me
If you wanna try me I’m catchin’ a body

It’s been known that I’m the greatest 
Goin’ for all that paper
Don’t fuck wit’ trollin’ ass haters
I’m blowin’ past ya, see you later

It’s been known that I’m the greatest 
Goin’ for all that paper
Don’t fuck wit’ trollin’ ass haters
I’m blowin’ past ya, see you later

Everybody way too quick to judge 
Everybody lookin’ at me
Think I’m sittin’ here holdin’ grudges
Yeah, fuck you mean?

Fuck you mean?
Talkin’ tough to me
I got blades bitch
Run up on me, I got cutlery

If I want somethin’
I get it wit’ ease
It’s not up to you bitch
It’s up to me

I’m like a movie star when I roll up on the scene
I’m in a brand new car that you’ve never seen

Gas pack roll it up
Bad bitch in the cut
That bitch off the drugs
She doin’ ad libs on my nuts

I am not takin’ no shit from nobody
Pop out, got it on me
If you wanna try me I’m catchin’ a body

It’s been known that I’m the greatest 
Goin’ for all that paper
Don’t fuck wit’ trollin’ ass haters
I’m blowin’ past ya, see you later

It’s been known that I’m the greatest 
Goin’ for all that paper
Don’t fuck wit’ trollin’ ass haters
I’m blowin’ past ya, see you later

see u later /prod me

Lyrics:

All these hoes steady choosin’
I don’t know what I’m doin’ wit’ ‘em
I get back doored
I’m the second option

There’s an epidemic wit’ these whores
You better be cautious
I’m tryna tell you for your own good so you don’t go take your life and toss it

I know in reality, they hate me
I know in reality, they envy
I know in reality, they hate me
I know in reality, they envy

I’ma pop my shit regardless
I don’t care about a bitch, man I’m heartless
Fuck up out yo feelings, man go get that bag
Fuck up out yo feelings, go and get that cash

I’m just tryna be rich, man I need guala
Yo pockets anemic, they might need a top up
Tryna act hard, you a class clown, you so funny
You a motherfuckin’ broke boy, you ain’t get no money

(You ain’t get no money)

Yo pockets anemic, they might need a top up

(Ha, ha, woah)

You a motherfuckin’ broke boy, you ain’t get no money

All these hoes steady choosin’
I don’t know what I’m doin’ wit’ ‘em
I get back doored
I’m the second option

There’s an epidemic wit’ these whores
You better be cautious
I’m tryna tell you for your own good so you don’t go take your life and toss it

I know in reality, they hate me
I know in reality, they envy
I know in reality, they hate me
I know in reality, they envy

Hate Me (IG Remix) /prod me

SMOKINGLOUD

SMOKINGLOUD /prod me

DISWAY

DISWAY /prod me

Lyrics:

I just want some top, don’t want no date
I just want a bop, come give me brain
I don’t wanna know anything
Smokin’ so much dope to the face

Everyday I gotta keep my cool like it’s winter
I pray to god every day ‘cause I’m a sinner
Losers hatin’ on me ‘cause they ain’t winners
Pulled up on yo block in a sprinter

Pull up, pop out, just like Carti
I’m inside the party doin’ molly
They say "are you ever sober?", hardly
Bitch, I get gas every day like a Harley

Bitch wanna keep me, no bae, sorry
Bitch way too creepy yeah she might haunt me
Bitch wanna keep me, no bae, sorry
Bitch way too creepy yeah she might haunt me

I just want some top, don’t want no date
I just want a bop, come give me brain
I don’t wanna know anything
Smokin’ so much dope to the face

Everyday I gotta keep my cool like it’s winter
I pray to god every day ‘cause I’m a sinner
Losers hatin’ on me ‘cause they ain’t winners
Pulled up on yo block in a sprinter

Sprinter /prod me

Lyrics:

I’m so high, I can’t come down
I wanna die, but at the same time, man I don’t now
Keep my eyes out, I can’t trust a soul
Bitch I keep a blade, I don’t up poles

I’m so paranoid
I’m stuck in the darkness, in a void, in a void
Yeah
I’m so paranoid
I’m stuck in the darkness, in a void, in a void
Yeah

I got so much pain stuffed inside my brain
Gotta take it out, yeah, man I need a change
I ain’t rappin’ no more, I’m just speakin’ truth
you can see it on my face, I don’t have a clue

Yeah, yeah, I don’t know, I don’t know
I’m so alone, woah, woah, woah, woah
Feel like I’m dead man, I’m so cold
I’m out my head man, I’m so broken

I’m so high, I can’t come down
I wanna die, but at the same time, man I don’t now
Keep my eyes out, I can’t trust a soul
Bitch I keep a blade, I don’t up poles

I’m so paranoid
I’m stuck in the darkness, in a void, in a void
Yeah
I’m so paranoid
I’m stuck in the darkness, in a void, in a void
Yeah

void /prod me

i got the entire world in the palm of my hands /prod me

2k25 freestyle /prod me

how it is freestyle /prod me

talk my shit freestyle /prod me

Lyrics:

Bitch I’m gettin’ bands to the ceilin’
Bands in my pants, yuh, fuck up out yo feelin’s
I don’t give a damn, fuckin’ up my image
Yeah I am who I am so you goin’ have to sit for this

I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit
I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit
I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit
I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit

I’m on so much sick shit, it might make you nauseous
And my homie got a blick blick, he been super cautious
This ain’t fiction, I don’t talk shit
This ain’t fiction, I don’t talk shit

Doin’ dirty, we goin mop em
Mop em, walk him down
Leave his ass lost and found
Leave his ass lost and found

Bitch I’m gettin’ bands to the ceilin’
Bands in my pants, yuh, fuck up out yo feelin’s
I don’t give a damn, fuckin’ up my image
Yeah I am who I am so you goin’ have to sit for this

I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit
I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit
I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit
I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit

I’m outside your crib in a brand new whip
I’m outside your crib in a brand new whip
I ain’t talkin’ Lays man, I get chips
I ain’t talkin’ Lays man, I get chips

Smoke it by the ounce, smoke it by the zip
I might need two accounts, I got so much shit
I’m on top of the mountain, I’m on top of shit
Drip down like fountains, I’m on messy shit

Bitch I’m gettin’ bands to the ceilin’
Bands in my pants, yuh, fuck up out yo feelin’s
I don’t give a damn, fuckin’ up my image
Yeah I am who I am so you goin’ have to sit for this

I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit
I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit
I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit
I’m on different shit, I’m on different shit

diff shi /prod me

Instrumental /prod me

out of it /prod me

Lyrics:

Drugs keep me comfortable
I don’t ever feel comfortable
Eat pills like Lunchables
I’ma Eat pills like Lunchables

I get bread like Uncrustables
I get bread like Uncrustables
If you wanna try me, we can rumble
If you wanna try me, we can rumble

I get so high, all I do is mumble
I’m so fried yeah, stuck inside a bubble
I just live fast, I ain’t talkin’ F1
I’ma take double dose, yeah, f one

I’m just kidding, next morning I ain’t left one
Next morning, left heaven and I went in hell
I swear I’ma angel, but I went and fell
I swear I’ma angel, but I went and fell

All I wanna do is chase a check
All I wanna do is chase a fuckin’ check
All I wanna do is fuckin’ flex
All I wanna do is fuckin’ flex

Drugs keep me comfortable
I don’t ever feel comfortable
Eat pills like Lunchables
I’ma Eat pills like Lunchables

I get bread like Uncrustables
I get bread like Uncrustables
If you wanna try me, we can rumble
If you wanna try me, we can rumble

im not a bad person /prod me

LIGHT IT UUUPPP!!! /prod me

Lyrics:

Don’t get hit, don’t get hit
In that mix, don’t get hit
Don’t get hit, don’t get hit
In that mix, don’t get hit, don’t get hit

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah

I know I got money, bitch I flex up
This bitch wanna talk ‘bout racks until I flex up
Got so much money, I could bless someone
Pull up on my plug, I’ma bless him

I just need some bud and fix my tension
I’ve been feelin’ stress in my head, 
Life’s goin’ too fast, I just need to get a fuckin’ chance, 
I wanna do bad, this lil’ hoe, she finna give me neck
(This lil’ hoe, she finna give me neck)

Gang

You wan’ fuck around wit’ me than we can fight about it
I don’t give a fuck about your bitch or who you hang wit’
Know some people wit’ some blicks and they get dangerous
Yeah, all my enemies can suck a dick

I’m the type to fuck your bitch,
You the type that if I see you, I might hit a lick

all my enemies can suck a dick

I’m the type to fuck your bitch,
You the type that if I see you, I might hit a lick

I’ma paint the picture, feel like Van Gogh
Take your fuckin’ money and those fake clothes
I don’t give a fuck, I paint the city red
I don’t give a fuck, I paint the city red

Yeah, I don’t give a fuck about the feds
They tryna lock my homie up for a falsified offense 
Yeah, thought that I was trippin’ when I heard that on my phone, that's my brother 

Talkin’ shit, we got cutters
We got blicks, bullets for supper
If you in that mix, best get cover

Don’t get hit, don’t get hit
In that mix, don’t get hit
Don’t get hit, don’t get hit
In that mix, don’t get hit, don’t get hit

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah
You so bummy

I get money, yeah

I know I got money, bitch I flex up
This bitch wanna talk ‘bout racks until I flex up
Got so much money, I could bless someone
Pull up on my plug, I’ma bless him

I just need some bud and fix my tension
I’ve been feelin’ stress in my head, 
Life’s goin’ too fast, I just need to get a fuckin’ chance, 
I wanna do bad, this lil’ hoe, she finna give me neck
(This lil’ hoe, she finna give me neck)

DONT GET HIT /prod me

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