grand slam [prod.sxnset]

i wanted it more prod mitchxy

Ok! (Prod.@borje)

prod. taztaylor x noah mejia x cashgioo x westwood x oweyyy

PARTYCITY

PICK UP

elevated (Xpreeseason)

Rider (p.louiexo x jones)

yeah
eu tou dripado de janeiro a janeiro
swaggin toda a semana
swaggin a tempo int-
essa hoe pensa que me engana
eu sei que ela vai com ele
com ele (bitch)

i got guns im armed and dangerous
boy you cannot hang with us
f and n, glock 19, huh
came with a lazer
juggin and finnessin but ik that
they wont say nun
aks we got big ass guns
yeah we armed and dangerous

woah
disseram que és bom mentiram (bitch)
e eu tenho lazer na mira
e eu sei que os falsos cairão

eu tou a rockar maison
ainda rockas rick ohh
eu tou na primeira
tu nem na quinta liga

black and white 
kung fu panda
essa hoe n me supera
tu es fake mas eu ja tava a espera
bitch quanto mais money better

say nun (@loq)

[intro]
tru gonna start a riot (pshhh)
Yah
Yah
Oh yah oh yah
Oh yah
Yeah yeah yeah (Oh yah)

[chorus]
I wont speak for them
They wont speak for me
And that shit was pretend
And they was lyin' to me
No you not my friend
You can't get shit from me
I was broke back then
That's just how it used to be
Ran this shit up like it's track
I took your bag, there's no get backs
My bitch ain't rich but she got a rack
Bitch I'm the bomb like Obama wit Iraq
Get hit with the choppa better go think fast
I trickshot the hoe and hit off the map
Call of Duty with this toolie, wont lag
When I walk to the bank, oh yeah, I laugh

[verse]
Freestyled this shit yeah I better get credit
He talkin' down on C9 he get beheaded
They say "Tru goin' up" oh yeah that's where I'm headed
When I flirt with that bitch that lil hoe gettin' reddish
A lot on my mind but so much I don't mention
I see dreams of me makin' it while I wash dishes
I just wanna make it, there's way more than wishing
Oh imma ball hard just like the Pistons
I'm starvin' for this shit I'm so fuckin' hungry
I got a bad lil hoe she wanna suck me
Yo bank account that's so small and disgusting
My bank account that shit big and eruptin'
I pull up with a big gun in the function
Hol- Hold up, wait you with the fuck shit?
I pull up with a big gun, It like my wrist get to bussin'

[bridge]
Never trust a hoe (Nah)
Put that on my soul (Put that on my soul)
Bitches in my head (Bitches in my head)
They tryna take control (Take control)
She gon' ride like slide (What?)
Cuz that's my lil hoe (That's my lil hoe)
Run up on me you dead (You dead!)
He full of bullet holes (Bow bow bow)

[chorus]
I wont speak for them
They wont speak for me
And that shit was pretend
And they was lyin' to me
No you not my friend
You can't get shit from me
I was broke back then
That's just how it used to be
Ran this shit up like it's track
I took your bag, there's no get backs
My bitch ain't rich but she got a rack
Bitch I'm the bomb like Obama wit Iraq
Get hit with the choppa better go think fast
I trickshot the hoe and hit off the map
Call of Duty with this toolie, wont lag
When I walk to the bank, oh yeah, I laugh

[outro]
I'm starvin' for this shit I'm so fuckin' hungry
I got a bad lil hoe she wanna suck me
Yo bank account that's small and disgusting
My bank account that shit big and eruptin'
I pull up with a big gun in the function
Hol- Hold up, wait you with the fuck shit?
I pull up with a big gun, It like my wrist get to bussin'

grand slam [prod.sxnset]

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