#no #no #no! [yk x dosi]

Lyrics:

(Yuh, Aye, Gang)
(Aye, Aye, Yuh)
(Ok Like Yuh, Aye, Huh)
(Ok Like, Ok Like Uh,Ok Like, Uh)
(Ok Like Uh, Ok Like Uh, Ok Like Uh)

I'm finna ride nigga with that drake
Get back bitch outside nigga with my gang
He dissing online
Brodie will not say that shit, won't say that to my face
On god, I send a nigga to the lord
Boy you is a bitch up up in that ford
Choppa come in packs, making that shit roar
Yo bitch getting thrashed cause that bitch a whore
And she make it clap now she on the floor with it
I gotta stick but can I quick scope with it
I stay out the mix, these niggas not knowing shit (uh)
I'm kicking that bitch like it's a field goal with it (uh)
I'm tryna get rich if you not you can't go with it (uh)
This ice on my wrist, yea that shit get to flowing shit (uh)
Osama like shit in this hoe I be blowing it (uh)
In the back of my crib, yo shawty deep throating it (uh)

I cant lie bro I wanna thank yall niggas for 50K bro
It's crazy cause nigga-
I don't even fucking drop
I don't even know how I got to this point bro
Why am I still here

Like bitch, I just run it
In this hoe got my gun in
Why lil bro keep on running
Ain't no 1s bitch we jumping
Smash his ass like a pumpkin
A hole in him like dunkin
Yeah yo bitch I be fucking
Jolly Ranchers cause that hoe keep sucking
You a bitch on nothing
Run up and these bullets I'm dumping

I'm finna ride nigga with that drake
Get back bitch outside nigga with my gang
He dissing online
Brodie will not say that shit, won't say that to my face
On god, I send a nigga to the lord
Boy you is a bitch up up in that ford
Choppa come in packs, making that shit roar
Yo bitch getting thrashed cause that bitch a whore
And she make it clap now she on the floor with it
I gotta stick but can I quick scope with it
I stay out the mix, these niggas not knowing shit (uh)
I'm kicking that bitch like it's a field goal with it (uh)
I'm tryna get rich if you not you can't go with it (uh)
This ice on my wrist, yea that shit get to flowing shit (uh)
Osama like shit in this how I be blowing it (uh)
In the back of my crib, yo shawty deep throating it (uh)

Serial Projects (50K Freestyle)

pounds [urkids]

Spending My Time Feat (Xasper, Tokio Starr)

All the shit going on right now got me losing my mind
I'm faded
And I can't fuck with you no more this shit wasting my time
I'm too jaded
Like damn, I need to face it
With you, I wasn't complacent
All this flipping and flopping, I hate it
Like damn why is we still...

Fuck
I can't be with you, this shit fucked me up
I go to sleep, wish I don't wake up
Up in my head bitch I'm on the run uh yeah
I'm just in a rush
I just be thinking 'bout shit too much
And I just be doing this shit too much
Dead-ed this shit lil' bitch say hush yeah
Haven't been up on this shit in a while huh
These niggas tried copy my style
Choppa go uh that shit going pow (uh)
It's hitting yo mans right now
If he up in the air, we gon' gun that boy down
Bitches always be staring when I come around
Moving in silence I don't a sound
With the cash I be dying lil' bitch imma drown

(yeah)
All of my niggas be mufuckin' paper making
Niggas talking but ain't shit they fucking making
We pull up on his block leave that nigga shaking
We gon cook that lil' nigga he easy baking
And he said he gon rob me ain't shit he taking
Brodie said he gon pop me you is mistaken
I walk out with that tommy start terminating

All the shit going on right now got me losing my mind
I'm faded
And I can't fuck with you no more this shit wasting my time
I'm too jaded
Like damn I need to face it
With you I wasn't complacent
All this flipping and flopping I hate it
Like damn why is we still...

(aye)
I'm tryna run up on him with that choppa it get to kicking
Fully auto hit his body now it's stricken
They can't fuck with me no I'm really different
Easy bake he get cooked up in the kitchen
When I slide on the beat lil' bitch I really rip it
I don't bang but my pockets be steady cripping
I got bread tunnel vision, I got money missions
You tried to run up on me you gon' end up missing

All of these bands done clouded my got damn mind
I'm jaded
But that's a known that imma make it with well due time
While I'm faded
If he want to run up on me tell that nigga don't waste no time
These niggas ass as fuck cant rap and he cant even rhyme
What the fuck
If I slide with the chop lil' nigga you better duck
If I got the stick nigga I'm finna bust
If a nigga talk down he get-
If a nigga talk down then he getting fucked up

Jaded ft 13! (aureola)

INNOCENT FEAT. QUEDO

OSHAEDY X DAYNE'S " MOOD"- HOLD ON!

i.a.l.y (prod scxxr)

lyrics
yea yo bitch keep tryna show out
i might have to rock out 
i might have to pop out
talkin he get cropped out 
I dont give a fuck bout
yo bro 
oh shit
new hoe 
pass her bro hit
If my chop hit disaster you know this
and i go through that shit you don't notice
swear i just wan be up with my brodies 
why the fuck do you think you can hold me
and i told that lil bitch she cant hold me
I got chains round my wrist like im broly

i dont even want her no moe(im lying).pbuggin

Get em (you niggas suck 3) [fonywallace]

U WAKK!

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Jaded ft 13! (aureola)

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