Blurry Dreams

Sim. ft deadboydrank *old troll song*

Givenchi all over my beanie
And I just feel like a genie
Told that bitch pour the martini
Lil nigga, you cannot see me
Why that bitch act like a thot? 
Roll up and I get the wheezing
Why that bitch all on my cock?
I think I gotta hoe creaming
Dxn Cypher a demon
Said it then I really mean it
Articulate when I be reading
These niggas my sons, I be feeding 
And I be sippin' on Wock
I pour the Wock inna martini
And I be sippin' on Wock
Codeine got me walking through TVs

I really wonder where Stevie
Told the hoe, you do not need me
Rollie, I bust it with VV's
Bitches be acting so sneaky 
I got the life of a genie 
Dope got me coughin' and wheezin' 
Hating on me, what's the reason? 
Knock him to get the bleedin' 

I pray to the lord, I be prayin' 
And I do not know what you saying
Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racin'
That's my bitch, she taken
I lace it with fent, I be lacing
Knock him to the ground, get the playin' 
And Dxn Cypher the man
Put me onna track and I ran

Cannot see my haters, my Ray Bands
I'm flying like I was a raven
I'm inna mosh pit, I be raging
Cannot catch me talking to Satan
I told her calm down, I be playing
And I'm tryna start me a brand
You dirty ass nigga eat raisns
Beretta, that shit get the blazin' 

I hopped onna beat and I ran it
Juice World, I walk in with a bandit
That thirty on me and I blammed it
Spilled drank onna carpet, God damn it
And why this hoe act like a cancer?
This choppa turn you to a dancer
Rejected that hoe with the manners
Yellow in my Fanta, banana 
Incest, nigga you Alabama 
I'm rocking that Dolce Gabbana 
This hoe really think imma scammer
Anti-social, no BabySantana

Coughin Nd Wheezin

Hop inna stars, yeah
My bitch a star, yeah
Sippin' on Wock, yeah
Stick inna club, yeah
Racks inna back, yeah
With that K, yeah
Inna Wraith, yeah
Sippin' drank, yeah

Flexing this shit til I fall
Shout out my niggas, you know they could ball
I'm doing this shit, I be doing it all
Im flexing this shit I got racks in the vault

AK-47 on me imma shoot
I'm fucking this bitch, I fuck her inna coup
I'm flexing this money, I flex inna stu' 
I'm flexing my shit, give a fuck about you

Niggas they fake, they bluffing 
I just be shooting for nothing
Don't wanna have a discussion 
Ima do this shit, I put that on my cousin
Nigga said he do this shit, but he be bluffin' 
And shordy gone suck on my shit; get the suckin' 
Kick her out the crib; don't got time for the fussin'
Bitch I'm filled with lust, I could never be loving

She trap on the phone, Motorola 
I'm finna hop out the Daytona 
I'm smokin' a lot imma stoner
And Dxn Cypher be goin' up

Bitch wanna fuck on the gang, yeah
I'm finna make her feel pain, yeah
Bitch I be sippin' champagne, yeah
Dxn never the same, yeah

Hop inna stars, yeah
My bitch a star, yeah
Sippin' on Wock, yeah
Stick inna club, yeah
Racks inna back, yeah
With that K, yeah
Inna Wraith, yeah
Sippin' drank, yeah

daytona.mp3

trash rap song.mp3

I say, "Tell that bitch I go up 'cause I can't stop."
Lil bitch sitting on my lap, and she caked up
Me and Bloom posted up fucking two thots
I just pulled up inna 'Rari, I got two drops
Onna highway tryna dodge a state trooper
I make money, mind my business what we do, yeah

And you know that bitch a thot sending nudes, yeah
I got ice up on my wrist like a cooler
And this bitch steady tripping, told her cool out
Nigga, I just shot a bucket, need to cool off
Why this bitch say my name? She insane, yeah
Gotta bitch up inna Wraith giving brain, yeah
And she want my money, that's a no brainer
Nigga rocking Purple Jeans 'cause he lame, yeah

Nigga, I say fuck that shit 'cause I get rich
Nigga, I say fuck that shit, fuck the same bitch
And this bitch really a demon, she like satan
Imma still pray to the Lord, I say, "Amen."
And I don't know why these pussy niggas hating
Dxn going up no debating

Yo' bitch cannot hang with me 'cause I'm too cool
Dxn cool, nigga, I say fuck school
Inna paint you get defeated like I'm Rusell 
Bitch tryna look seductive, Imma fuck you 
(Bitch Imma fuck you) :)

too cool (mp3).mp3

Feeling yo' breeze when you walk in
New friends, I aint doing that that shit
New Benz, Ima zoom innis bitch
All these niggas be crewing and shit
Get the Wock, mix two innis bitch
Two hoes, I got two innis bitch
New clothes, Jimmy Choo innis bitch

I was down, now I'm up innis bitch
Wasn't tryna show me love innis bitch
Dxn can't be lovin' this bitch
Niggas had to find luck innis bitch
I can't walk inna club with this bitch
Can't be walkin' in front of this bitch
When I'm taking a shot, I don't miss
Nigga gone have to pay for the flick

Got a deal, put that on my bitch
Ever since a kid, I wanna get rich
You know how it go
Sip onna Wock and it got me so slow
Runnin' to the pack
I trust a bitch once and I never go back
When she fuck with me, she could never go back
Borreta on me, so I could never lack

And I'm shootin' thirty with shots
Little boy fucking with me; he know better to not
He can't even carry the shot
She talking bout cheating on me, that lil bitch know she won't

And I'm sayin' fuck that Ima get to motion
And I'm sayin' fuck that pussy wet like the ocean
And I'm sayin' fuck that can't go out without toting
Dxn he is the one, nigga I am chosen
Elsa on my wrist, nigga AP frozen
Like a Mexican nigga, I be rolling 

And I'm rolling up
I got drink in my cup
Trust I don't give a fuck
When did I ever give fucks?
Bitch I will never give fucks? 
I will always count my bucks
And you should never test yo' luck
I got Borrettas inna truck
I'm at Coachella inna function

Feeling yo' breeze when you walk in
New friends, I aint doing that that shit
New Benz, Ima zoom innis bitch
All these niggas be crewing and shit
Get the Wock, mix two innis bitch
Two hoes, I got two innis bitch
New clothes, Jimmy Choo innis bitch

I was down, now I'm up innis bitch
Wasn't tryna show me love innis bitch
Dxn can't be lovin' this bitch
Niggas had to find luck innis bitch
I can't walk inna club with this bitch
Can't be walkin' in front of this bitch
When I'm taking a shot, I don't miss
Nigga gone have to pay for the flick

in this bitch.wav

(I'm tryna change, and you know you can't)
(I'm tryna change, and you know you can't)
(I'm tryna change, and you know you can't)

I'm tryna change, I been through all this shit
She so back door, I can't move with that bitch
Niggas want me, so I move with the clip
Got two onna body, put two inna whip
I do not fuck with niggas crewin' and shit
And yo' diamonds fake, they put glue on that shit
I walk niggas down, go and send me the blip
This emo bitch, she got a cut on her lip

I'm rocking all blue, nigga like a Crip
Nigga who is you? Go and send the zip
And you rocking Gucci, got no drip
And these niggas goofy then a bitch
Smoking, watching movies, Leo Stitch 
You not finna shoot me, leave the stick 
Linked up with a groupie, called me prick
She dumb as fuck thinking I'm a trick
Lean inna cup, give me a sip
Pain, rolling up, drinking medicine
Can't give a fuck 'cause I never did
I pray to God, not a atheist 
Can't show love, you irrelevant 
My bitch a dub, she is heaven-sent
I stand on shit, and you fell in it
Bitch I'm inna county counting felonies
(Haha)

i tried to stay intermission

Just by How She Walk (fixed).wav

shit i cant explain.wav

(You is not ballin' like me)
(You is not ballin' like me)
(You is not ballin' like me)

You is not ballin' like me, countin' these 50's and hunnids
I got the pole, its on me; shoot a nigga like Osama
Dolce Gabbana my feet. Smokin' this shit like it's nun
Smokin' this shit like im some-thing

I'm tryna run up these bands
He didn't even stand a chance
Lil nigga pull up yo' pants
Talking that shit, he catching all these hands
I got a white hoe, but she mixed
Two twin Glocks, I be toting the sticks
Beretta on me, I be toting the sticks

Beretta on me, he gone run from his bitch
He stealing my swag, he stealing my flow, I cease and desist 
Bitch, I got the bag, and I got the cash; yes, I'm really rich
I'm not tryna brag, I take it and laugh, she taking the dick
Sippin medicine-'cause it be easing the pain
Told a nigga, "You is not in my gang." 
Told a nigga, "You is not in my cliche." 

Sippin' Codeine, it help me with something
Pull up on the hoes, my music they bussin' 
I'm shooting that drum like it's a percussion
I'm sippin' on Wock, you sippin' on nothing
I'm sippin' on shit, it's a Casamigo 
Pull up on the block, and fuck me a freak-hoe
I stand on the court, and shoot me a free-throw
I'm eating her shit like bag of Doritos 
That fat ass nigga, he eating on Cheetos
Puerto Rican hoe, dame tu casito
Yo' mixtape is ass, you need to delete, bro
She said keep a secret, but I do not keep those
That nigga my son, that nigga my niño
I'm sippin' on Fiji, containing the lean tho' 
This shit gettin' spicy like a jalapeño 
I'm shooting my shot just like I was D Rose

(Just like I was D Rose)
(I'm shooting my shot just like I was D Rose)
(Finna still hop onna beat tho')
(Haha)

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