walk out the crib 🚶🚪 prod jade

prod pj

lyrics
tweaking off dem drugs did like 10 pills today
tweaking off your love baby wat it is today
took like 10 rounds im off gen today
why u following me around bitch i cant lead the way
yeah broke boy i cannot manage ya
got more money in my pockets then a register 
556 will crop him out just like a editor
its time to leave them hoes alone boy im telling ya

time to go to bed
get get geeked pour some red
slime want yo head
if i drop a bag yo family might just leave ya dead
im the type to leave a bitch on read
imma pour up rah red
she giving dumb head sum like special ed
broke boy aint never did a money spread 
broke boy aint never seen a nigga bleed
broke boy aint never felted a dude with led
smoking dumb loud cant hear like what you said
smoking dumb loud cant hear like watcha said
grrr bow i fuck up a nigga head
chichow bitch you’ll never hear that bread

Today

nobody else

prod polarmar

lyrics
time out
no drink damn fucked up my vibe
time out
wont let a check fuck up my pride
oh wow
pipe down
oh wow
time out

haha ha im laughing at you
somthing in the roof i threw a diamond at you 
bitch in front row keep pulling on my shirt
bitch do you not that this shit is expensive fabric
sumtin like im uzi got a brand new patek
let em have it
swear to god dem pussy boys dont want no static 
let em have it
better ask about me i make my opps traumatic
bullets jumping out of the drac just like a motherfuckin rabbit 

she took to much timeout
she took to much timeout
oh god
she took to much time out
wake up lindy wake up 
dick in throat i swear im fucking up her make up
afterwards i cut her off just like a tape up
running to the frosting tryna get my fucking cake up
chours again

tweaking off dem drugs
know some crip niggas that will make u bleed blood
if i call up mason he’ll hit u with a slug
slime missed the drop i might just have to kill my plug
no bitch i aint giving u a hug
like my money money green green like a bug
covering up the holes that i dug
dont know how to answer so im giving her a shrug

Timeout

#5 "REMY MARTIN"

Produced by Vuitton & Rikoney
Written by Vuitton
Mixed by Vuitton

REMY MARTIN prod. VUITTON & RIKONEY

FROZE THE SUMMER FEAT WHAAA (PROD. VIENCY)

prod shmoz

thats why i be hanging around with the blue flags cuz im in love with them blue bills hah ha ha

I might fry my brain, filling it with drugs and cocaine
Love, drive me insane fell in love with bottles champagne
yeah Baby, can you feel my pain? Bruce Banner, the way my body build into rage.
Your new boyfriend a lame That boy chicken chicken, some like raising Cane‘s

Where the Molly at I want it new guns I want it 
Everything you’ve done I’ve done done it
Talking out your top and then the Drac start jumping
no music in the car I guess Whaaa is what you’re bumping
You probably hate it now, but I swear you’ll grow to love it
Throwing in the towel I swear I’m way above it no place to call home so I’m just constantly running

this hoe is so trifling, I swear this hoe is so trifling
she got a roster just recycling it.
Taste the lean Bae you might like it
Taste it baby taste it baby oh
Push 110 in this Mercedes oh
Clearly, bae I drive you crazy oh
Body Swoll, but pockets lazy oh
chours

pushing 110 up in the Escalade
Pretty sure that bitch is just out getting laid getting played cut that little bitch up just like a taper fade
20 songs in one day I swear everybody’s gonna know the fucking name
Yeah, everybody’s gonna know my fucking game
swear to God bitch you’ll get killed if you try touching chains
Swear to God bitch you’ll get killed if you say the wrong names
swear to God bitch you’ll get killed if you

trifling
this hoe is so trifling
swear this hoe is so trifling 
swear you’re always so trifling
trifling
that hoe is so trifling
that hoe is so trifling
hoe so trifling

Trifling

luh ap & rebirth @scole

slide for nun

prod izzah

yeah drink got me livid boy
off this rapping shit ill make a killing boy
yeah i think im healing boy
i did this for me they act like im the villain boy

uh oh 
gold up on my bottoms i got gold on my coat
i dont trust a thing except God and my pole
please dont touch my chips pussy boy they nachos 
traded the track and brought a bullet proof  Tahoe 

yeah yeah commas on commas on commas on commas yeah
the drac will calculate a Nigga if ya got a problem yeah 
dressed in all black you’ll think that im T’Challa yeah
gurl where yo father yeah
i heard ya on the street ya sucking dick for dollar yeah
its like i woke up and won the latto yeah
u cant replicate me, bitch I’m the only model yeah
yeah fucked up bout some money 
thinking shit is funny boy my drac jump like a bunny
you knows wats in this cup cuz all i drink is fucking muddy
pussy boy im not ya buddy
i get hot like ron i get hot like its sunny
my white boy wipe ya nose like its fucking runny 
i love the way you taste your sweet just like some fucking honey 

uh oh throw it down to the floor
girl let me take ya home
i chew the bitch down down to the bone
yeah im fucking on ya momma
i checked ya bank account and i aint see a comma
ion care bitch do i look like im obama
haven’t left the country so I took her to Bahamas

Gold

whaaa

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