twin this song been in my head all day 😭😭😭

BUT I MADE BAD CASHHH🗣️😫😫👎🏾

we get2 sliding in that car & it aint no apology

Lyrics:

Ah, smoking 3.5
Clairvoyance, I can see
Too high, I might meet god
Lil Jay with the 3.5
Me and Cip in da KOP
Shit, Toont up in Lenox
Shit, Vanni in Lenox
Lil Royal pull up in... Benz
Doin' this shit for the trend? No
Blowin' this shit like endo
Nigga fell for the scam
Nigga was thinkin' I made shit tenfold
I had these headphones for like a year
Busted up, but I'm tryna make shit work
Old hoe cheated, why she shedding tears?
New hoe, I'm tryna make the bitch twerk
Old man, he just sip on beer
Bounce on da ceiling like chandelier
So crossfaded, drunk, high, I veer
Push up, I'm da new nigga with gear
Ain't no lil ass nigga I fear
Fuck the label, I ain't tryna clear
Brand new gen 5 and I fell in love with it
I was young when I jumped off the porch, OG told me get it
No fishbowl, I tint it
Bando needed help with dependent
Stupid, silly hoe independent
Got the radio, AMG jammin'
Ah, smoking 3.5
AMG goin' up!
KOP goin' up!
G19, keep it tucked
Me and Cip in da KOP
Shit, Toont in Celine
Shit, Vanni in Celine
Look around, who is on my team?
Feel like Nicktoons, I'm makin' fiends
2023, can't make friends
Blowin' this shit like endo
Nigga fell for the scam
Nigga was thinkin' I made shit tenfold
I had these headphones for like a year
Busted up, but I'm tryna make shit work
Old hoe cheated, why she shedding tears?
New hoe, I'm tryna make the bitch twerk
Old man, he just sip on beer
Bounce on da ceiling like chandelier
So crossfaded, drunk, high, I veer
Push up, I'm da new nigga with gear
Ain't no lil ass nigga I fear
Fuck the label, I ain't tryna clear
Brand new gen 5 and I fell in love with it
I was young when I jumped off the porch, OG told me get it
No fishbowl, I tint it
Bando needed help with dependent
Stupid, silly hoe independent
Got the radio, AMG jammin'

we gone be up 2 (me x 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)

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)

she dont fight hoes (dreamboi)

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)

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i'm sorry (symels x ovanni)

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