u suck! (feat. Trekyo)

Wazzup [p. kly + m21ercy]

prod. @ilykly

Lyrics -

[Intro:]
Get money, yeah yeah, get money
Get money, yeah yeah, ooh get money

[Verse 1:]
I was a fool when I was still in school, I was down bad on some shit
Fuckin around, still ain't get no play but I still went n bagged yo bitch
I needed money, I needed so much money, I was finna let cougar hit
I was skipping class, I ain't give a fuck I was at my crib

I was skipping class, geekin tf up, was broke as shit
I was skipping class, chillin at the bridge, it smelt like pit
I was skipping class, even when I was hungry just ask pip
I don't even know nigga *heh* I was broke as hell
Nigga could you tell?
Choppa would beat yo ass 5 times like Pharrell 
Yall had gaming PC's? I was stuck on dell
Fucked around and wife'd a dyke bitch on the telle
Nigga can you tell me?

[Verse 2:]
I came in the stu' to get some money
Yuh, bad jawn, and she super thick it's giving dummy
Old ass niggas tryna hop the wave, they are mummies
And that's a fact
Oh yeah that's your shawty. tell her throw it back
Thotty made me proud, give her ass a pat
I sit back n roll up
We get money, oh yeah
Oh yeah

[Chorus:]
Get money, get money (yeah, get money)
Get money, get money 
Get money, get money (yeah, get money) (Get that motherfuckin' money)
Get money, get money
Get money, get money (Oh get money)
Get money, get money (Oh get money)
Get money, get money (Oh get money)
Get money

Skipping Class [prod. kly]

lalala .mp4

Lyrics:

Bluddy Murda (like- fuck you nigga)


And im like wait hollon, cut the switch, Bluddy Murda
Damn im way too late, now my niggas goneee
I thought it was safe til I seen this shit
This shit so much bigger
So much bigger than I thought inish
And my crew done split, they done split so this all on me 

Got this pole on me
Finna search the scene
First I needa spark up smokin evergreen 
Then I gotta spark up smokin evergreen 

Man u got me fucked up (ooh)
They got hella notes up
Even drew a close-up
"I see blood everywhere, all my friends are dead yuh"
"Whoever sees this please beware, this nigga got ghost" (fuck)
"We the one they chose yuh, and bitch this not no scheme"
"Take a look up at the mirrior say this 3 times don't you scream"
"I see bluddy murda" 
"I see bluddy murda"
"I see bluddy murda" 
Don't u say it again 

Shi- bluddy Murda
Damn im way too late, now my niggas goneee
I thought it was safe til I seen this shit
This shit so much bigger
So much bigger now this all on me

Bluddy Murda (OG) [prod. anthonyramx]

Lyrics: 

Scars gon tat up my neck, scars gon tat up my sleeve
Scars gon tat up my neck, scars gon tat up my sleeve
Yeah, scars gon tat up my neck, scars gon tat up my sleeve
Life tryna see my guts, life tryna see me bleed
Life tryna see my guts, life tryna see me bleed
Life tryna see my guts, life tryna see me bleed
They don't wanna see me up, they don't wanna see me breathe

Yeah yeah hollup, dont mean to burst your bubble
Im in this bitch with a tool in my hand and im treating this bitch like a shovel (yeah)
Downing the pain with bacardi I almost thought I was missing a double
I don't even stop at the red light, that's how im feeling in real life

Scars gon tat up my neck, scars gon tat up my

The OST

Lyrics: 

Ain't gonna lie im fried- ain't gonna lie im fried yeah
I ain't gonna lie- Ain't gonna lie im fried yeah
I feel so alright, I feel so alright
I will admit im fried- I will admit im fried

Pack watch- looking for a clone of Aaron Jeeter
Pack watch- me and my niggas walkin around with that sweeper 
Pack watch- type of nigga you'd see on Skeeter Jean

And I know she bad for me, but that's not too bad for me
God damn that nigga a feen, god damn that nigga my brother
I know you see the Coco Shea on my skin I talk like butter
You ain't boolin shorty, cut that off fore' I call your mother
Check- check- check- ch-ch-che- check the scoreboard 
Most niggas talking hella shit but they get ignored
Dumb b- sucking hella d- but she not a whore?
I can't feel my hands, am I gonna die?
I am on the moon, bitch im in the sky
Bitch im super fried, can you see my eyes
What was in that gas- PSD my ass
Someone take me inside (stupid) bitch im super fried (stupid)
What the fuck?

Ain't gonna lie im fried- ain't gonna lie im fried yeah
I ain't gonna lie- Ain't gonna lie im fried yeah
I feel so alright, I feel so alright
I will admit im fried- I will admit im fried

Pack watch- looking for a clone of Aaron Jeeter
Pack watch- me and my niggas walkin around with that sweeper 
Pack watch- type of nigga you'd see on Skeeter Jean


Issa Smackhead [prod. 5wlargo x dvdraxed]

Lyrics:
Yeah ain't talm bout "Rick Flair Drip"
Out at night with Migos shawty, take lil boy on a trip
Leave me alone if you talm bout money
Leave me alone yeah you ain't talm bout money

Can you see me?
Can you see me? (yeah)
Can you see me? Working over here 
Can you see me?
Can you see me (yeah-yeah)
Can you see me? Working over here

Do you see me counting up this cash?
Whole lot of cash in this bitch, whole lotta motherfuckin' cash in here yeah
Guess what she did for that shit, guess what she did for the bags and here 
She sucked on the motherfuckin' dick, she sucking the dick while I grab her hair

I think bitch real schitzo (yeah)
Her ass is as fat as a pillow (yeah)
Her ass is as soft as a pillow (what?)
It look like a armadillo- ahh 
It looks like uh- big ass bags of motherfuckin' bag of truffles, and a lil side of lettuce
Im known for beating it up and getting that cash play with that pussy like tennis (POP)

It's like the World Cup (POP), im in half time (POP)
But im a ranger shawty (POP), I don't got that time (ski)
I don't got no friends
I don't got no problems 
if a nigga got a problem then come fucking solve it


Can you see me?
Can you see me? (yeah)
Can you see me? Working over here 
Can you see me?
Can you see me (yeah-yeah)
Can you see me? Working over here
 
Yeah ain't talm bout "Rick Flair Drip"
Out at night with Migos shawty, take lil boy on a trip
Leave me alone if you talm bout money
Leave me alone yeah you ain't talm bout money

Can you C me‽ [prod. Pi'erre Bourne]

Lyrics:

(I don't give a fuck)

Im collecting all my fucking breadcrumbs (uh-huh)
Shitting on these niggas low-key mad fun
I got all this green some like samsung
Pussy nigga talking we can put him in a tombstone 
Or better- make a nigga drown in that cheddar
Low-key that's fuckin better
Low-key im saucy as hell, im finna shoot me a netter

You gonna pick up the crumbs
You gonna pick up my crumbs
You gonna pick up my crumbs
You gonna pick up my crumbs
You gonna pick up my crumbs
You gonna pick up my crumbs
You gonna pick up my crumbs
You gonna pick my crumbs up
Thumbs up, ooh yeah, thumbs up

Yeah, niggas be doing gymnastics (what!?)
Im finna pour me a four, im feeling lil weird, im Mr. Fantastic 
Please- don't ever post again, yall niggas so ass, the shit is so tragic
Uh - huh niggas ain't lasting uh these niggas ain't lasting (uh - huh)

Yeah, I think yall niggas should scissor (ew)
My catalog saucy, I swear on my mama, I low-key can fill up a pitcher (ew)
Yo bitch ain't text you in "so or so hours" you low-key should go get a hitter 
Yeah where yo bitch at? Go head' get yo bitch

Get yo bitch ah- go head' get yo bitch
Where yo bitch at? Go head' get that bitch
Where yo bitch at? You can go and get these crumbs
With yo bitch ass, go head get these crumbs 


Im collecting all my fucking breadcrumbs (uh-huh)
Shitting on these niggas low-key mad fun
I got all this green some like samsung
Pussy nigga talking we can put him in a tombstone 
Or better- make a nigga drown in that cheddar
Low-key that's fuckin better
Low-key im saucy as hell, im finna shoot me a netter

You gonna pick up the crumbs
You gonna pick up my crumbs
You gonna pick up my crumbs
You gonna pick up my crumbs

Breadcrumbz

prod.jul

insa : hallowkly

insta : bvllin_

lyrics 

[bvllin]
off da perc go made my day
idc what they gone say
h-hop on 4 day by day
bad lil ho she might lay on
off da gas i can’t say
she gone off my brain
studio addict that my way
idc what they gonna say
(ya-ya go-go)
she can’t fuck my bro
(o-oh nah o-no no)
i can’t trust no bae
(we on-go on go go)
run until we death
she my ho that no-no
she can’t get my soul

[kly]
on that perky i cant stand
pull up to that boy n why he ran
talkin all that shi u not my mans
that boy aint my friends stay in yo lane
(go-go)
in this bih ima get em gone
g-19 gon go (wa-wowww)
im onna gas nd smoke too loud
bad ho on me now
i-i got hella pounds
goin-goin up rn but that lil boy......

off da perc go made my day
idc what they gone say
h-hop on 4 day by day
bad lil ho she might lay on
off da gas i can’t say
she gone off my brain
studio addict that my way
idc what they gonna say
(ya-ya go-go)
she can’t fuck my bro
(o-oh nah o-no no)
i can’t trust no bae
(we on-go on go go)
run until we death
she my ho that no-no
she can’t get my soul

soul w bvllin

ig: ts_toonz
send beats: thesensationaltoonz@gmail.com

Skipping Class [prod. kly]

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