Lyrics:

Bitch, she got a dark soul
We in Anor Londo
Totin' big fucking guns, shit you ain't heard of yet
Can't fuck a bad bitch? Where yo fuckin' confidence?
I like fucking fashion
Truck a nigga, Madden
I swear I just made niggas
Where my fucking patent?
All the shit I gave niggas
They so damn ungrateful
All the shit I paid for
Fuckin' bankroll, nigga
Fake pole, nigga
Try to steal from me, we taking fingers, toes, bitch
Get low, get low, miss you
Why they always wanna misuse me?
I just wanna do good by you
I'm gone stretch a bitch out like she Luffy
We got rocket launchers, do you, before you do me
R.I.P. my nigga Goonew, may you R.I.P.
You got 1c, one chance, this ain't no fuckin' RP
She say I'm so handsome and she fond of me
Bad bitch a dancer in them skinny jeans
Toxic bitch, she cancer and she say I'm mean
I'm like, "Where yo manners, grammar?"
She a whole fan of Hannah
Fan of Hannah
Montana
Racking kills up on my Apex banner
Keep a pen tucked, getting geeked every second
I ain't in Texas, but get merked for trespassing
Fuck a fat hoe, I swear her name was Gladys
I can't crash out, I feel too damn happy
I'm right in the booth, right now, as we speak
You're fucked if you leave me

hannah montana (meta)

Lyrics:

Banned from the A like it's (LE, LE)
I got the sticks and I got the k's right up in this bitch (On me, on me)
30 bullets gone hit him, nigga sittin', think it's a glitch
Mama ain't raise no bitch
Plays on plays, shit
Swear I can bang it, ha
Ran outta patience
I'm finna jump out that plane
See a blind man, fuck up the cane
Ride around town, fuck up the lane
I remember lil Jay in them chains
I don't wanna see it again
I wanna be me again
Because I had to get back right, yuh
Tap into myself, aw
I gotta love myself, bitch
Fuck up the- fuck up the help
Why did I fuck up my health?
I looked at shit on the shelf
Man, getting green like it's kelp
Why this hoe keep texting me?
I'm finna block her
Shooting shit, Serge Ibaka
Getting bread, trip to Ghana
I don't wanna hear yo trauma 
That shit lead to drama
I'm tryna flip my money, add a comma
Target on my head, wanted
Pink head bitch like she Wanda
Callin' me lame? Ironic
Did it for fame, attention
And you got OnlyFans did I mention?
I ain't seen yo ugly ass in a minute
Did me bold, thought you was like a Gremlin
On purple, nigga, lean, Grimace
Nigga had turned to a fiend like Jimmy
(Yuh, yuh yuh)
She got too many rapper friends
Transforming like I'm Ben 10
Fuckin' her friend and I did it again
If it make dollars, then it make sense
I'm really gonna make it
She ran out of patience
Internet got the hoes tainted
Beat a nigga ass like Crane did
All these hoes, they be shameless
Bring the shame back

rapper friends (symels)

brother’s keeper (6nemy rexiroh & n1lssture)

Lyrics:

Fuckin' up the time that I spent
Fuckin' up the fine dine, bitch
Bussdown, looking at ya hang time, bitch
She wanna fuck now
Taking back the flowers I sent
She on top
You on thin ice and I got that fucking torch, fuck
Greedy ass hoes always want more
Why you close the shit, I opened up the same door
World War II in this bitch, blow up claymore
Scaring all the hoes, he fucking up the plays
Dissing on me, better count your days
Blow brains, insane
'Cause yeah, these hoes they got me fucked up!
(Fucked up, fucked...)
Fucked up!
100 round mag, yeah dumpin' out that car
All these hoes mad, they like, "look he came far"
I don't got stage fright, bitch I pop out like Ray Charles
I was with Lala, we geekin' off the shroom bar
I'm like one more time
Hop out, bang time
Hundred percent 3's, bitch I pop out, Dame Time
Man, I do this shit for fun, you do it for the fame now
We got methods, tap in
Scammed him for that ten
Glock take his whole family down
Taking down his gen
All my life been hand-me-downs
Old shit they passing
Old shit, that's past tense
Enemies we clashin'
No confidence, can't fuck a bad bitch
Got a little pull on Twitter, yeah I'm havin'
Fire bullets, hit like dragon
'Cause yeah, these hoes they got me fucked up!
(Fucked up, fucked...)
Fucked up!
100 round mag, yeah dumpin' out that car
All these hoes mad, they like, "look he came far"
I don't got stage fright, bitch I pop out like Ray Charles
I was with Lala, we geekin' off the shroom bar
I'm like one more time. I get too high

the right way (meta)

heavy rain (symels)

torn (kurai x symels x viyah)

kintsugi (xangang x symels)

Lyrics:

(I am the nigga to blame)
(I am the nigga to blame)
Oh, what a shame, I just wanna cop fits
Bullets hit him like a moshpit
He did it, accusations
No job, get occupation
I'm the nigga tryna make it
I feel like Jules Bianchi, I just wanna fuckin' race again
Gabby lil' cart get me high, I'm in space like Mae Jemison
Collecting dimes just to try to get by
Whole hood, it wasn't nice
Stuck in her head like lice
I ain't making sacrifices. I'm being me
I'm from the west side, it's the worst side, ain't the best side
He keep ghost glocks on his left side
And them bullets really don't feel nice
If you talk shit, feel it two times
Beat his ass like anime
Shotgun change his fucking insides
Let's get it on, Marvin Gaye
I was in seminar, I was playing
It was me, Skyler, Lil' Jay
Damn, I miss my niggas
Pussy nigga flexin' figures
All my niggas got triggers for that
We got militia for that
Smith & Wesson get him whacked, aw
Fuckin', I'm pullin' out tracks
I don't ever take down tracks, aw
We got switches for that
They on my music like crack, fuck
(I am the nigga to blame)
(I am the nigga to blame)
Oh, what a shame, I just wanna cop fits
Bullets hit him like a moshpit
He did it, accusations
No job, get occupation
I'm the nigga tryna make it
I feel like Jules Bianchi, I just wanna fuckin' race again
Gabby lil' cart get me high, I'm in space like Mae Jemison
Collecting dimes just to try to get by
And I'm just thinking like
Whole time she be lying
I ain't tryna hear that crying
Backstabbing like Aizen
More motion than a...

hannah montana (meta)

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