for u

trapperofthefuckingyear

bougee[grotesque]

Time (FT. Kanii) [808dummy + Royal]

fc

https://youtu.be/nru-_ZFA9Co?si=RcWCJ49DoNlYyXRM

in yo cup? (mv in desc)

put up numbers

ghost

High

https://youtu.be/SeZ0b3HiaPA?si=i3q8_bpitiRUvsbj

octo wishtek

Oh (What kind of expectations do you set for yourself individually going into year 3)

Yeah (It's high.)
Yeah yuh (I think I work hard.)
This shit get tough, ha (I think I dedicate myself to the game and sacrifice a lot of things)

I just boxed this nigga in I’m in my lane though 
I can’t let these niggas in I’m in the same boat
I’m trying to count these Benjamin and let my chains go
I’m trying to take this bitch to France she such a angel
Balling hard don’t got no ring I feel like Iverson
I ball too hard so I ain’t worried, know my time will come
I ain’t listenin', ain't worried bout your dialogue
I need my racks lil hoe, without it, I might die alone

I take the track with this lil' model, bitch, she ride along
I pop a flat, I'm in a trap, I'm feelin' back at home
Weight on me, it hold me back, but it's a ton I hold
I smoke my pack, she say you wack, but she can't leave me alone, huh
Hoe, how that work? 
I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna fuck, I barely flirt
I take this blunt straight to the face, I love my terps
Rip a niggas guts, leave em on ground, I go berserk
I love all my dessert, my diamonds ala mode 
She say, Wint, why you cold? 
I say, why the sky blue
Exactly, you don't know. 
Got knots on me it’s blueberry
Bad lil' bitch like Halle Berry
You a bitch, you so damn scary
Whip the stick out shit get Harry
Did it all in January
He ain’t nothin' why you worried
I'm tryna take you out the Paris
Olympic games, I sip the pain away, 
Like, ain't this life strange
Got the bitch feeling like Curry, how I put the ball in from range

I just boxed this nigga in I’m in my lane though 
I can’t let these niggas in I’m in the same boat
I’m tryna count count these Benjamin and let my chains go
I’m tryna take this bitch to France she such a angel
Balling hard don’t got a ring I feel like Iverson
I ball too hard so I ain’t worried, know my time will come
I ain’t listenin', ain't worried bout your dialogue
I need my racks lil hoe, without it, I might die alone

Yeah

This lil winat and—

boxed in (allen)

krit sid sjr2800

Striker radio

Ah, hey, yeah
She in my phone for the re-up
Whatever you're doing, don't wait up
We just walk into the bank for the paper
He acting out like a bitch, make him pay up
My bitch got ass and she walk with a A cup
I'm with my trolls, mane shout out to Jeik
I don't know where to go, but I got what it take
And this five-five wide like a big dinner plate
You could try my guys, better go watch your face
It took some time, I rewrote the fate
And we smoke got za twin put down the vape 

I'm sippin' on act, no par
I feel like we took it too far
In the middle, and back with my dogs

War vet
Wat vet
We make movies, Scorsese
Too tight with this gen, like corset
That boy a bitch, I don't endorse that
Drac hit his feet, make him hit a four-flat
My ex bitch bad, got her no contact
Might put in a palace, new Artest
I can't hear you, use your chest
I ain't hearing your shit, bitch, I'm deaf
Try and skrt on the law, make a left
Ion understand nothing, but wealth
I just stack all this shit to myself
How you broke, little bitch, you greedy
Send them birdies out shots to Tweety
Down bad, tryna act like you need me
In the cut, whip it up, Buscemi

I want diamonds on my top row
Bitch, my teeth glistenin
You gon' hop out with that stock Glock, 
With a stock piston,
Bitch, this a one-stop pop shop
Got it all in it
We don't get no fucks about the law
All my doggies ignorant
Man, fuck that
Huh hey hey
I got Jewish hoes talking bout mazel tov
Big ole’ Drac, put him straight in the pack
Bending it with my dog we ain’t falling off
Okay then, we having them straps
I been geekin’ all week off the adderall
This hoe tweak I'm speakin', I'm tellin' my mommy about it
Can’t get up with my boys, you is not invited
I’ll geek to the sky like a fucking pilot
We incite with the Dracs, man, start a riot
I say, bitch, eat the dick and that hoe go quiet
When it's comin' down to, I'd rather run it
Cause a young nigga been movin' on a diet
Whole lotta niggas keep Dracs on them
But them niggas won't ever fire it
Yeah, I can't stay with you, I'm defiant
We got water movin' like hydrant
Ball hit rim, ho, I'm not a Bryant, yeah

But my bitch Gigi bad, yeah
My bitch bleedin', she got the pads
And she got the G in the bag
And I been poppin', niggas teaming I ain't trippin' none
I been poppin', you can't stop it, yeah
She ask how them bags like that
I was coolin' on the side
Tryna run another rack
Niggas actin' they facade
I ain't never wanna act

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

warvet

Cohen brood kyurro
Radio

Bitch, I hit the floor, hit it running 
She went fuckin', I think it's so funny
Back in the days, I wasn't nothin
I was tryna make racks out of thin air
I beat up the pussy, get in there
Yeah, I might whip out the Drac, put to chin hair
Bitch I’m a one-of-one, nigga, I've been rare
What? 

I don't really think you funny, bitch
Got my whole gang makin' money, shit
Seen my old broad on some other shit
Had to change it up, I had to flip the script
I don't give a fuck, cause I'm a narcissist
Send my dawgs on it, I’ll set the pick
He is not on it, he is just a bitch
Put Chanel on her just to take a flick
I treat this hoe like a client
Whippin' this hoe, I'm a stylist
Whippin', whippin', up dough on an island
You tryna get to me, you gotta file in
X got the stick man shit’ll get get violent
Tryna get intimate bitch, stop the prying
It’s a new day catch a opp I’ma fry him
Lonely night with the 3-0 black, gotta stop cryin’

Racks it came from my cougar
There's some bitches in here look like Hooters
You ain't slimed in so you not included
All by myself, man, I feel so secluded
I still past off assist, man, I'm feelin' like Ewing
I got a list of the shit you've been doin
I got a lot on my mind, I ain't losin
Niggas be cap, I'm the only one truthing
This fuck is the point, I'm the only one sleuthing
Brand new whip, I cop too couped in
You don't really count none and that's proven
Racks from the trap, I'm the only one movin
Beat it from the back, got his lil' ho oozing
And this big ass gat, got your whole game scootin
I’ma do what I want to, feel like Putin
Roll em’ like fronto, man, let's do it
Roll it like ganja leaf, niggas can't fuck with me
I spend it like a property, get back to me
When I run out of weed, man, that's like never please
And honestly, man, let's speak honestly
These niggas coppin' please, 
That’s fine with you?
Ain't fine with me, nah, I can't get around

Bitch, I hit the floor, hit it runnin
She went fuckin', I think it's so funny
Back in the days, I wasn't nothin
I was tryna make racks out of thin air
I beat up the pussy, get in there
Yeah, I might whip out the Drac, put to chin hair
Bitch I’m a one-of-one, nigga, I've been rare
What?

thin air

do u remember

zieas , jetta 

Yeah, yeah
Smokin' on wax, you hear that shit

Ask her where you came from
Tryna find someone like you
Yeah, this hoe wrapped like a cable
Swear, this shit nothing new
I got lions round the table
They not fuckin' with you
We all geekers, at this table
Might just pour a line or two

We all slime you out
Ballin' a lot, he not
I'm up Columbia Heights
Double cup got me fumblin' twice
She say everything better with ice
Fuck on his hoe, wash her out like lice
Tryna match me, you can't get this price
Dont give out the flow, cause I'm not that nice
Lil' bro still don't know, rollin' the dice

Yeah, yeah
You know what I want
I'm tryna get this cash
You know none my niggas chump
We gon' beat your ass
We in L.A., high as fuck
Smokin' greener grass
Bitch got booty, grab
Hit the function, I'm geekin' on acid
So you know I ain't payin' no tabs
Jurassic stick I just walked in with, send these niggas to the past
Feel like I don't give attention to your hoe my bad
In a whole different dimension, could you hold this bag
Tip-toe and get tagged
Might dark shadow my bitch
And Rick Owens my bag
Niggas hoein' niggas switch
I don't know what's up with that
Sun came out, beaming
Man I think summer came back

Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh
Yeah, I think summer came back
Bitch!
Suns out, guns out
Bitch, I'm blazin' up
Sons around the world, lil' hoe I still ain't raisin' em
It's a bag, I'm chasin' hoe know, it's a major one
Freak hoe on the way got her from station
We can fuck, then you gone
Shouldn't be no complication
I feel like so Zo off Adderall
This shit make me feel Haitian
She give neck say, “please don't stop”
I'm such a fiend for this sensation

He gon' pull out stick
But it's a musket, that shit ancient
You know it's a must
Fuckin' his hoe, I know she ain't shit
Mr. Miyagi wipe shit on off
I need a stainless
She gon' unhinge her jaw
Till she leave, God this bitch brainless
I think I love this hoe
When I leave her, I feel painless
Feel like I need you, hoe
But I cannot ever say this
It's just a feeling I got
That I just can't relate, shit
Fuck all that shit, man
Fuck it, man let’s just go our ways and shit

This is Jimcoolasf, and you listening to rebirth

lions

https://youtu.be/MWbXyXvvcLY?si=-HHd0_XXNLrzTiuo

boots, cullen

Ahh-uh
Ahh
You gon' realize it’s no point
spending your life on the fence
If you will open up your heart
I could drop you off some hints
We get cozy in the dark
know the light come from within
Rolling, rolling from the start
I want my zot, don’t want no pen
Bitch we could start it from the top
Come fuck with us, don’t think they can
October baby keep my hook,
You know that I’m the candy man
And i won’t forget what they took shoutout my dawgs
Shout out the Land (The Land!)
Yeah

I want this bitch she some pressure in here
Shoutout to Mike I’m the man of the year
Walk in the bank and they say I fuck everything up
They hate how I make bands disappear
Shots through the bando, shots through the window
Don't give a fuck, put your man in the chair
Niggas bizarro, act like your kinfolk
I cannot share, I got sensitive info
Doggy a vet with this Glock, ten four 
Niggas informants, I can't give them no-mo
ARP stay with me, think she got FOMO
Play with Insignia, that shit a no-no
Yeen telling me shit that I already don't know
Ice on my body start feeling like Frozone
I hit a heist from the lobby, they don't know
I see the Future, Jeezy, far gone

I’m in Aspen Hills with a bad bitch right now, I don't know what to do with it
Couple racks, and me alone in the Louis store, I spend on some stupid shit
I don't care, throw it to the sky, let that shit go, I know I'm recouping it
My young niggas won’t let shit slide, if you wanna try your life, losing it
Losing it
(It could be over that quick, flashlight, district)
(She see the diamonds on wrist, she want to touch it)
(I cannot fuck with that bitch, she's disgusting)
(Yeah, hey, hey)

Music means everything to me
Music means, like, everything fool
Like, whenever I'm sad and mad, I wanna be high
Say I wanna fight a nigga
I wanna rob a nigga, shoot at a nigga
Like fool, music is, like, the core of, like, my feelings
Like, Like, my emotions
Like, whatever what I'm thinking
Like, a bitch could be talking to me right now
I'm not even listening to the bitch for real (I-)

I ain't been tripping about nothing
I'm bring in this stick get to kicking, percussion, yeah
I cannot fuck with assumptions no more
Cause that shit always turn out to something 
Artsy young nigga, I stayed in the back
With the class, with the stick
I'm a brush, it like-like
Ho, what the fuck is you talking bout right now
You seeing the greatest, so shush it
She see the ice, she wan’ touch it, right?
Green in my face, man, it look so nice
I ain't been worried about structure nights
Listen to no instructions nice
You really thought it was over twice
Don't you think it's such a gorgeous night?
Hop on the beat, get the gorging the mic
Feelin' possessed, but I think it's all right (yeah, huh)

You gon' realize it’s no point
spending your life on the fence
If you would open up your heart
I could drop you off some hints
We get cozy in the dark
know the light come from within
We get cozy in the dark
know the light come from within
You gon' realize it’s no point
Spending your life on the fence
If you would open up your heart
I could drop you off some hints
If, if, if you would open up your heart
I could drop you off some hints
If-if-if-if-if you gon’ realize-

onthefence

angelus77 chinapoet

Yo this is Jimcoolasf,
And you listening to Rebirth Radio

(Oh and by the way,)
(Nice to finally meet you)
Why you weren’t there when I walked through?
I ain't have no one to talk to
Can't let go of the racks have got you
I'm tryna hold you up
I'm tryna fold you up
Kick shit just like dojo, huh
My hair gettin' long as hell
When I beat, she hold it up

On guard like a soldier, huh
You drop them bands,
What I told you bruh
And Tana I’m social
I get inside and turn it up
Can't tell you what you want
Can tell you what I need though
Fast cars out front
We havin' in them high-speed shawdy
Big blunt filled with Runtz
Got me down to my knees, dawg
My young niggas run out the front
Whatever you got, we gon' need, dawg

Told her, thread the needle
I'm a hard body, call me Beetle
We couldn't join him, so we beat him
Started droppin' bags on different seasons
Ain't tryna hear nothin' that you speakin'
So why is you talkin' gotta repeat it
Closer to your ear, I got a secret
You might fall, you're not a demon
We all got qualities redeemin'
Throw some bullets through the wall and leave em' leakin'
I ain't helpin' your withdrawals, you always tweakin'
I ain't listenin' at all, hoe, hoe why you speakin'
Got me repeating myself and shit

Why you weren’t there when I walked through?
I ain't have no one to talk to
Can't let go of the racks have got you
I'm tryna hold you up
I'm tryna fold you up
Kick shit just like dojo, huh
My hair gettin' long as hell
When I beat, she hold it up

dojo

saintscordo boots

I won’t force your hand, no this ain't torture
Reinforce the bands ho, I need more of em
Brand new friend group, freak hoes fuckin' all four of em
Shot to the top like a pepsi cola
Give me a second to answer
Stack up the pape’, Mansa
You niggas worse than cancer
I just hit up your hoe, with my hands up
Call up, Goon for the spot in Atlanta
Learned a lot of shit, stayin' with grandma
She say, sharpen your tools, keep your hammer
Cuz niggas’ll switch in an instant

I’m the shit, start to feel like an infant
I could light this shit up like a incense 
Whys your hoe on my dick like she innocent
I just bust down the Rollie like Tennyson
To be frank, only Frank I know Benjamin
I ain't worried about you or your regimen
My lil' nigga tote shots, he ain't hesitant
On the block, treat the K like he had a scent
I hop out bitch and represent
I hit your neck, then black the tint
Uh, yeah
We need to heat check
Yo, can you hear me?
What's good
My name is Joe
I'm in Maryland right now
And I been tuned into music for lonely nights for years now,
Keep doing what yall doing 

That's why I like ya
Cause you like me
(Fuck, you know it)
Don't care if it's surface level
It make me complete
(It made me feel good)
And they say, you're the devil
You do good for me
(You make me feel good)
Is there something I'm missing
What just can't I see
(Cause you make me feel good)
What am I doing
What I'm what am I doing
What am I doing
What am I what am I doing
What am I what am I doing
What am I doing
What am I what am I doing
Wasting my time—that’s what I'm doing
I think I think I'm done with ya
Any
Yeah, yeah, yah, yah
Yeah, uh, uh
Free from y'all
Fuck, I don't want to be free
I don't want to be free
I don't want to be free

I won’t force your hand, no this ain't torture
Reinforce the bands ho, I need more of em
Brand new friend group, freak hoes fuckin' all four of em
Shot to the top like a pepsi cola
Give me a second to answer
Stack up the pape’, Mansa
You niggas worse than cancer
I just hit up your hoe, with my hands up
Call up, Goon for the spot in Atlanta
Learned a lot of shit, stayin' with grandma
She say, sharpen your tools, keep your hammer
Cuz niggas’ll switch in an instant
Just beware who you givin’ your friendship to
Yeah, it's winter in this motherfucker
Big P shit
I'm gonna listen to this fuckin' album, pussy
Hellyatammat’ , this the greatest shit you ever gonna listen to
And you gonna keep listening to it
Cause it's the fuckin' greatest shit you ever gonna listen to, pussy
Keep fuckin' listenin

wint

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