allat lying for what (symels)

I'm sorry 
I'm sorry
We get to slidin' in that car, it ain't no apology
This blick got no stains on it
Really pull up with that carbon shit
He said it wasn't enough and we missed, so we had to slide again
Audemars, that's my best friend
I don't even know what time it is
Lil Jay, that's my best friend 
Told him, "Pull up to the shindig"
Took my lil 40, you needed it that bad?
Man, you could've just asked
Robbin' niggas back to back
I wanted a good livin', but I made bad cash
Nigga a discord mod and he banned me, nigga go touch some grass
Hit a nigga with that double whammy
Lied to the bitch, I deserve a Grammy
Wrap up, I ain't gone be no nanny 
5.56, you better duck
When I pull up in Maybach trucks
Say no names, they be knowin' it's us
Watch yo tongue 'round me, nigga
Bitches talkin' to the wrong one
Man I get to trippin' like I'm on sum
Black or the white, I want both of 'em
Man I can't be loyal for shit, huh
Caught me down bad cheating
I was in the wrong, but can I say that...
I'm sorry 
I'm sorry
We get to slidin' in that car, it ain't no apology
This blick got no stains on it
Really pull up with that carbon shit
He said it wasn't enough and we missed, so we had to slide again
Audemars, that's my best friend
I don't even know what time it is
Lil Jay, that's my best friend 
Told him, "Pull up to the shindig"
Fake ass nigga tryna shout at me, what's up?
I don't know you
Nigga bang fake Crip or the Blood
Nigga can't even choose
Imma rip you out ya fuckin' shoes
Like, "Gimme dat"
Shitted on me back then
You ain't gettin' shit back, get yo lick back, bitch

i'm sorry (symels x ovanni)

@1luvpurp

my last hoe was so boring new one type lit
you want celine dior the prada u so trifling
i cant say that i love you but i might type it
you wanna keep on talking thats why we fighting
but you so bad we go to the mall and you start shining
thats my hoe she do whatever i say like my name simon
and i cant keep that hoe close cuz she always lying
she say that she want a perc so i told her to try it
and she say i dont fw you but ima still keep trying
my niggas bang red n blue they look like some sirens
dis hoe got some hoe stories i know she got mileage
your love like a drug but baby i am not no scientist
im gon fuck up on her friend n she gon tell me that she fine wit it
if its anything that you might want up in the store im buying it
n i keep that glock 19 on me u know ima slide wit it
she gon write about me all up in her diary n cry to it
i just want you to let me know just tell me who u siding with
dis a amg we goin fast i told u that we gliding
and i told u from the very first day you would be mine miiine

hoe stories prod luvpurp

i see (symels)

hold my hand (meta)

in the city ft prettylyfekyra (symels)

Lyrics:

Man, what the fake bitches on?
Man, what these fake bitches on?
I been really up in my zone
Talking crazy, nigga watch yo tone
Turn his back just to flex the Vlone
Man, he claim he not on my team
Man, what these niggas on?
.44 bullet goin' through ya whip
5.56's goin' through ya home
5.56's goin' through yo dome
I know how to keep company
I know, ten toes, don't fold on my feet
I know secrets that you ain't know I knew
Sing my pain when I'm feeling blue
I get geeked when I'm off that goop punch
Fuck one hoe. Why not have two?
Lil Jay greened out off the boof blunt
1c, shoutout lil Cru
I cannot switch up on AMG crew
Time can tell
How long we really finna last?
Girl, time can tell
Nigga be cappin' all up in they raps
Ain't send no pack in the mail
I swear my niggas don't get no credit
Prod Symels
We were like Summrs and Bell
Creep through yo house
That shit soundin' like acapella 
I gotta keep it quiet
I gotta keep it silent night, hoe
I swear the love was fake
You was only lovin' on me on the fucking moment
I gotta do my thing
Don't know who gon' have my back if I get in situations, yuh
These fake niggas be so whack
Tryna steal all my creations
I'm not playing, aw
Playing, huh
Playing, playing

not playing (symels)

like leah p. jkjmetasco & symels

everyday out of the month prod violet

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

hold my hand (meta)

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