brother’s keeper (6nemy rexiroh & n1lssture)

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...

whole time (symelz)

Lyrics:

Why that bitch start like this?
Fuck
Why that bitch start like this?
How did we get like this?
She said don't worry 'bout it
But she still fucking with him
Nigga square up, he ain't buckin' up
5.56, he ain't duckin' them
April Fools' pranks every day
How you gone put your trust in him?
Real nigga had to lock in
Crash out, had to buckle up
She got a vendetta, she wanna get back
I got my sixth sense on. Can't fall for that
Two Gen 5's make Gen 10, ha
Imma let you do that math
Lipstick marks on my skin
While I'm hittin' her from the back
Got too many hoes in my phone
Don't wanna get caught up with that
I'm tryna get up with you
Pussy niggas tryna fuck with you
If they backdoored, where would you go?
Go, go
I swear I'm back in that mode
She want a 360 deal, she wanna have everything that I own
Cougar, she called me a kid, I swear we both in the room and we grown
Grown, grown
Chose, I'm chosen
New flows, too many flows
Bitch you ain't flawless
Above the law, she lawless
Nigga pussy, smell the crawfish
I don't wanna talk about it 
But if you wanna fight about it
5.56 give a bite about it
Play tag with the bullets, I'm not it
Racks came in, knotted!
Claustrophobic, pockets crowded
(Yeah! I'm hittin' these notes)
(How am I doing it?)
(I can't spill the secret)

racks came in (luvpurp x symels)

You fuck wit dat nigga i gotta respect it
Kop diamonds i might get pendent
Fuck all the opps i hope they get offended
Back in the day i was stuck in yo mentions
Amg loud you hear the engine
Thats not yo nigga why you gone defend him
I know he lame das why you left him
Wont say my name i dont gotta address him
I need a hoe look like demi lovato
I tap the switch n this bitch shootin auto
Amg benz i drive it full throttle
Said he was wit it den he caught hollow
Gimme the neck yea dis lil bitch swallow
Poppin the 10s im like uh i want all those
One in a million i hit the lotto
Lightskin lil hoe n she look like mulatto
Sending u up we went on apollo
Im ina kickback do he want a problem
Playing my music she turn up my volume
You wit yo friends uh i want all you
Love how you talk yea i love how you argue
Im ina field i dont mean to alarm you
You like chocolate dont fw the carmel
Go thru yo diary counting yo sorrow

Singing dey think i dont go on hits
She like why you always shoutout lil cip
Im wit yo friends n i feel like a pimp
Rocking designer expensive yo linen
You wanna spend and you dont gotta limit
Want you to hear me dont want you to get it
She think im emo always tammat them stitches
717 right next to the bridges
Switchin it up yea yo hairstyle different
Look on yo face wen u saying you finished
Amg style yea we been winning
You playin my song n you wit it
Jus like thug know im needing yo digits
Ina cls coupe finna spin it
Drivin the cullinan i pull up tinted
Aint have my card so i j put a 10 in
U rocking pigtails you look like ten ten
I got a watch on feel like im ben 10
Im uptown im on the 5
Drop my name ina song you gone die
Speakin on kop bet not lie
I cant go fed cuz im really outside
Nigga wan cry bout dat lil bitty bitch
I got sum onna back of dis switch
Would shout out lil shhh but that nigga switched
Dumping the body throw him inna ditch
Im innat field dey not tryna get crit
I love my bitch n i love my stick
Walkdown gang go onna lick
Locked in w blood but my pockets they crip

I wont say it wont say it he talk down on twin den dis choppa im sprayin
5 star hotel hit himalayas
Dont cry bout no hoe nigga go be a playa
Servin the trap i switched up the flavor
I hit a hoe i think she from decauteur
Lil hoe stupid think ima savior
Think i dont shoot cuz dey think ima singer

wont say my name (symels)

My verse

Hollon
Walkdown i wan get one gone
She like boy i love yo song
And i know what you want
Put dior on your front
You rock the denim wit the princess cuts
You fuck that nigga you know you a slut
Im ina kickback roll up the runtz
Hit from the back n lil baby you cuss
You know i like the tussin
Back in the day i was lovin
Change up i know we locked in ouu
Burberry taking you shoppin ouu
Red bottoms i know you poppin ouu
Get to yo crib you gone pop that ouu
Runnin from 12 lil twin on the move
I got exotic pack straight from the moon
I could stay in yo life
Girl you holding me down
I need you all around me
Sending him up aha
Walkdown gang aha
Bag on his head its a bounty

My second verse

Say you gone park it we got sum for that
Hop ina amg pull up in 4mat
Sippin on wok and you know i could pour that
Interior fye wit the luxary floor mat
Postin on ig like he an informant
Lil roy fye he keep singing a chorus
I got a gc3 yea i got taurus
Dont need a plug i know i could just source it
Not finna fight if i got my resources
Study yo love im lovin yo courses
We ina kickback you wearing a corset
Im wit my team and we not finna forfeit

vae (symelz x meta)

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